summary: an unavoidable trip to a nature resort has you discovering something new about yourself, all thanks to the handsome owner.
cw: nsfw (18+) - mdni!!, smut, fluff, older!leon, kissing, oral sex, masturbation, dry humping, p in v, spit kink, praise kink, daddy kink, age gap, aftercare
wc: 8.3k
a/n: been going feral over leon since the re9 trailer <3
also on ao3!
You couldn’t remember the last time it had been this cold.
A white puff of air forms from your lips as you stare out at your surroundings. Snow hadn’t fallen yet, but the grass under your feet was wet and slippery, half frozen over. A frown pulls at your lips as you stare out at the cabins, pulling your jacket around yourself tighter. Some of them were lit up, a couple lingering on the porch outside with their arms wrapped around each other.
Your frown deepens, bitterness seeping in and mixing with the chill of the air. This was meant to be your big break, your relaxing trip away from home. Only it wasn’t relaxing to be out in the middle of a forest freezing your ass off with a bunch of strangers for company. Not to mention, you weren’t meant to be here alone. The trip had been planned months ago, back when your boyfriend was kind and caring, and all that other bullshit he had managed to convince you into thinking he was before he had gone and ended up between the thighs of your supposed, and no longer, friend.
A groan escapes you when the memory comes back to mind, and you pat your cheek in an attempt to self-soothe. The booking deposit was non-refundable much to your dismay, and whilst you didn’t exactly want to be here, you’d been too busy wallowing in self-pity to badger an unassuming customer service rep who probably didn’t give a shit about all your woes.
So you’d shoved a few clothes into a duffel bag, along with a few other necessities and made the trip out here, into the freezing – and somewhat beautiful, you could at least admit – wilderness.
Your gaze flits back towards the couple, now entangled in a kiss, the thought of throwing a frozen rock at their heads briefly crossing your mind. Another white puff escapes. You really were pathetic.
You grumble to yourself as you haul your duffel bag to the large, warm-looking wood lodging situated a little way past the cabins, pushing through the doors to find yourself engulfed by heat. It soothes you a little as you poke your head around, examining the large space. There's a cozy fire going, a few tables set out in an open area, a kitchen set off to one side with staff milling around, most probably preparing for the dinner service.
“Hi,” you say tiredly as you trudge up to the receptionist, giving her a wane smile in an attempt to at least appear polite. “I’m here to check in.”
“Sure,” she chirps happily, clicking across the keyboard rapidly, “could I please get your name?”
You tell her, watching with slight bewilderment as her fingers fly over the keyboard again. She glances up at you, her head tilting to look behind you, her brows furrowed.
“I know it’s been booked for two people,” you interrupt. “But he won’t be making it today.” You glance towards a window, taking in the foggy darkness that was beginning to settle in. “Snowstorm,” you explain breezily, forcing a brighter smile onto your face, unsure of why you were trying to explain yourself. “He’s uh– stuck in a snowstorm.”
“Oh, that’s too–”
She’s interrupted by the sound of heavy footfalls, and you glance behind you to find a man trudging his way through the doors, an axe in hand. Serial killer, your tired, wretched mind conjures dramatically as you stand there, rooted to the spot.
“Leon!” the receptionist greets cheerily, smiling at the man as he rounds the reception desk.
He murmurs something you can’t quite catch, and you find yourself leaning forward, curiosity sparking through your veins as you let your gaze trail over his brown hair and broad shoulders.
When he turns to face you, you feel your breath catch. He’s older than you – you figure by the few streaks of graying hair – but he’s… handsome. His hair is a little long, hanging over an eye and you swallow when you spy the stubble covering his jaw. You would keep staring if you could, but he clears his throat and you snap out of your trance, thrusting your hand forward awkwardly.
Leon glances down at your hand, the corner of his mouth twitching with amusement before he takes your trembling hand in his.
Warm, you think dazedly as you introduce yourself, feeling his calloused skin against yours.
Warm, warm, warm–
You manage to let go before you latch on, watching with barely disguised curiosity as he disappears back out the doors.
“That’s Leon,” the receptionist explains as she hands the keys to your cabin. “He owns the place.”
“The entire place?” you ask, brows raising incredulously.
The receptionist nods enthusiastically. “Yeah! The forest is huge, a couple of acres, actually. He opened up the cabins after he stopped working for the government!” She winces when she realizes what she’s said, giving you a sheepish smile. “Sorry, I probably shouldn’t have told you that. I’m… technically not meant to know either.”
“I won’t tell anyone,” you reassure her.
She draws a path on a small map to your cabin and you give her a small smile before you leave, following the path.
The cabin is nice. The fireplace is already lit up, spare wood tucked neatly into a corner nearby. You hum to yourself as you unpack, pulling your jacket off once the warmth in the cabin becomes too much. Exhaustion pulls at your weary limbs, guiding you towards the large bed.
You realize it’s meant for two people when you lay down, curling onto your side to find the space next to you empty. You’re unable to stop yourself from wallowing in self-pity and sniffling, the sleeve of your shirt brushing across your cheeks to wipe your tears. You were meant to be over him, meant to have forgotten about the aching memories, but all it had taken was the size of the stupid bed to send you spiralling.
Wallowing a little more, you eventually drag yourself out of bed for dinner. To your disappointment, the man from earlier – Leon, is missing. You wouldn’t have minded staring at him a little more to ease your sadness, to let your gaze travel over him and figure out what secrets he was hiding.
When the night grows colder, you return to your cabin, shedding your worn clothes. A hot bath later, you burrow under the heap of blankets you’d been wise enough to bring with you, sprawling over the entirety of the bed.
It’s warm and cozy, and in the haze of sleep, you think of Leon’s hand.
–
The next morning – against better judgement – you decide to explore the forest.
Drowning in self-pity wasn’t exactly how you wanted to spend your days here, and you’d figured that the fresh air would do you some good. Your nose scrunches as you walk along the marked trail on the map, fingers tugging at your scarf to ward off the cold.
It was still misty when you had set out, the unforgiving chill biting at your skin. Your eyes squint as you stare down at the map, not quite sure which turn you had taken on the trail. Blinking confusedly, you play with the map, glancing around at the surrounding forest, the cabins and main lodging nowhere in sight.
You spin on your feet, sweat beginning to bead across your forehead. Fingers trembling, you glance up towards the sky only to see that it’s covered by the dense forest canopy.
“Fuck,” you breathe out, feeling your stomach churn. “Fuck, fuck, fuck–” you frantically yank your scarf from around your neck when your body blisters with heat.
You were lost.
And it was all his fault.
“I hope you’re happy!” you snap at the sky. “While you’re too busy fucking her, I’m lost in a fucking forest!” Another irritated shriek escapes. “I hate you! Fuck you, you cheating, vile excuse for a–”
Something crunches in the distance.
You stiffen, clamping your mouth shut. You’d seen one too many true crime documentaries to meet an untimely end in a forest in the middle of nowhere. The leaves crunch against the forest floor once more and you stumble backwards, bumping into something firm.
Head tilting back, all you need is a glimpse of shaggy hair for a scream to tear its way out of your throat. The man behind you sighs heavily, as though you’ve managed to inconvenience him somehow, his arm wrapping around your waist to hold you still as you thrash wildly like a fish out of water.
“Hey,” he murmurs, voice low, “stop screaming.”
“Fat fucking chance,” you screech, trying to claw at his arms. “I’m not fucking dying today, you creep!” Your voice is so shrill that it hurts your own ears. “Help! Let go of me, you fucking– Help!”
He grunts irritatedly, clamping his gloved hand over your mouth. Your eyes widen in panic, a muffled squeak escaping you when he turns you around to face him. Your cheeks flush hot with embarrassment when you see who it is.
Leon.
“You gonna stop screaming?” he asks, his grip on you loosening.
You nod rapidly, sucking in a sharp breath of crisp air when he removes his hand. Leon stares down at you, his brows raising and you clear your throat awkwardly, giving him an equally awkward smile.
“Just– um– just testing out the ol’ vocal cords.” You rub your throat.
“Right,” Leon says skeptically, his gaze flitting over you with mild interest. “The uh– not so dulcet tones of you being lost, is that right?”
You blink up at him, eyes narrowing when you spy a smile playing on his lips. “I have a nice voice!” you protest, stumbling after him when he starts walking back through the forest.
“Sure, sweetheart,” he rumbles, “you nearly took out my hearing with all that screeching.”
“That’s because I thought you were a serial killer,” you chirp, glancing around when he stops in a clearing, several wooden logs stacked into an orderly pile.
Leon glances at you, his brows raising. “Serial killer?” he echoes, reaching down to grasp the axe you had seen him with the day earlier.
“Case in point,” you say pointedly, gesturing towards him. “You have an axe and you own a huge forest, Leon. That’s like, textbook serial killer.”
You flinch when he brings his axe down, stepping back when stray pieces of wood fling about. Leon doesn’t say anything more, instead moving the wood unceremoniously. You decide not to interrupt, squirming on your feet as you watch him, strangely enamoured by the swing of his arms, the flex of his shoulders.
It’s hot, you decide, to watch Leon chop wood. There’s hair falling over his eyes messily, but he doesn’t push it away, instead bringing down the axe over and over again methodically. You bite back an indecent noise when he sheds his heavy jacket, the map in your hand crinkling as you ogle the outline of his broad shoulders and thick biceps through the fabric of his black shirt.
Leon grunts sporadically and you force yourself to look away towards the dark trees, squirming a little more when you feel how sticky your panties are.
“Remind me why you’re out here again?” Leon asks, drawing your attention back towards him as the axe comes down against the log, the wood splintering.
“Character building,” you reply vaguely, shrugging.
Leon lets out a low laugh – the kind that warms you – propping his axe up to run his hand through his hair. You swallow at the action, refusing to let your eyes drop anywhere lower than his stupidly handsome face.
“There are better places to do that,” he muses, his head tilting.
“Sure,” you shrug, kicking at a rock, “but maybe I like the great outdoors.”
Leon hums, stepping closer. “In the middle of winter?” he drawls, a smile pulling at his lips, the corners of his eyes crinkling. The sight is boyish enough to have your heart kicking up in a wild flutter.
“Especially in the middle of winter,” you shoot back, faltering under his line of questioning.
He smiles knowingly and you frown, distracted by the motion of him removing his gloves. You think you can see a few scars littered over his skin, your eyes finding his when you catch him staring down at you intently.
You decide to hold your tongue, lips pursing instead as you rock on your feet awkwardly.
“You’re nervous.”
“For good reason,” you scoff, “you might chop me up to bits with that axe of yours.”
“If I wanted to kill you, you would’ve already been dead, sweetheart,” Leon replies drily, his fingers flexing.
“Well, you–”
He interrupts you with a hush, Leon’s arm curling around your waist to pull you into him. You open your mouth to protest, but his hand is sliding over your mouth once more, his gaze directed towards the forest.
“Shhh,” he soothes, nodding towards a flash of gray. “Look.”
You have half a mind to ask him whether he’s insane, but the gray thing seems to grow larger until it finally appears through the thick foliage. Your breath catches when you see that it’s a wolf, its ears pricked up as it turns to look at you.
Leon hushes you once more when you whimper, his grip on you tightening. You can feel the warmth of his body seeping in through all the layers you’re wearing, lashes fluttering when his chin rests on your shoulder lightly. It’s difficult to keep your eyes on the wolf when all you can think about how nicely he fits against you, how nice it would to feel his weight against yours, his hips settling between your thighs–
You dispel the thoughts as quickly as they come, stumbling against him when the wolf pads closer, its head tilting in curiosity. The overwhelming and entirely stupid urge to reach out flares up inside of you, to coax it closer and let your fingers run through its soft fur.
“Pretty, isn’t she?” Leon murmurs, his hand stroking over your hip soothingly.
You manage a slow nod, sulkily wishing that he was talking about instead. Leon holds you against him for a few moments longer while the wolf examines its surroundings before it’s gone, padding back into the trees leisurely.
“You okay?” he breathes out, turning you to face him, his hands still on your hips.
“I– yes,” you sputter out, peering up at him. “You have wolves?”
Leon runs his hand through his hair. “They usually don’t get so close. You must’ve startled her earlier.”
“What?” you hiss, throwing your hands up. “It– it could’ve eaten me!”
“I highly doubt that,” he laughs softly, letting go of you to pull his jacket back on, his fingers wrapping around the handle of the axe. “Well… unless you taste good.”
You stare at him blankly, following the line of his broad shoulders when he starts to walk away. Not wanting to get lost for the second time today, you follow after him closely.
“Do you?” he asks, offering you his hand to help you climb over a large log.
“Do I what?”
“Taste good?”
Your breath catches in your throat, fingers tightening around his hand. His words leave your brain scrambled, so much so that you lose your footing, yelping as you lurch towards him. Leon grunts as you fall onto him, trying to grab ahold of you. It only causes you to flail more, both of you crashing down onto the fallen leaves covering the forest floor.
You blink down at him dazedly when you realize you’ve landed on top of him, fingers sliding over the back of his head when he groans.
“Sorry,” you wince, shifting in his lap as he sits up, your fingers rubbing at his scalp gently.
“It’s okay,” Leon rasps, his eyes squeezing shut in pain. “I shouldn’t have said that to you. I thought you uh–” he trails off, letting out a soft laugh, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. “I thought you might be into me,” Leon finishes, his eyes fluttering open to peer up at you, “guess I just read into it too much.”
“Oh,” you say, sounding shrill. “Oh! No– I mean–” you stumble over your words, feeling hot with embarrassment. “You didn’t read it into it,” you say finally when you get your brain back in working order.
Leon stares up at you, his brows raising. “I didn’t?”
“No,” you murmur, feeling shy under his intent gaze. “I– I am into you. It’s just… I’ve never been with someone that’s older.”
He nods, his fingers tracing over the curve of your cheek gently. You tremble when he leans in closer, his lips pressing against your cheek gently.
“That’s fair,” he whispers, “it’s a first for me too, being with someone younger.”
You give him a small smile, hands slipping up over his firm chest, arms wrapping around his neck. Leon leans closer, his fingers sliding over your jaw to gently grip your chin. You swallow nervously, gaze flitting from his eyes to his lips.
“You should probably know,” you whisper, pushing his hair out of his eyes. “My boyfriend cheated on me. It’s why I’m out here in the first place.”
“Not for character building?”
You laugh, shaking your head.
“Too bad,” Leon murmurs, cupping your cheek. “I was looking forward to your transformation.”
“Really?” you whisper when he draws you closer, breath hitching when his nose nudges against yours playfully.
“No,” he muses, kissing the corner of your mouth.
Your lips part, a retort sitting on the tip of your tongue, but Leon is surging forward, slotting his lips over yours. A soft gasp escapes you, eyes fluttering shut in surprise before your fingers tighten, drawing Leon closer.
He groans, the sound rumbling against your lips, his hands smoothing over your waist and along the length of your back. You’ve never been kissed in the way Leon does. It’s soft, insistent and wanting, his lips working against yours feverishly as though the next moment might be the last.
The scratch of his stubble against your chin and cheeks has you shivering and mewling, fingers slipping into his hair to tug at the soft strands. Leon jostles you in his lap, shifting you closer until he’s able to kiss you more firmly, his hand cupping your jaw to hold you in place.
You’re dazedly concerned about the fact that you’re making out with Leon with wolves around, but your concerns are soon forgotten as he licks into your mouth, tongue stroking against yours. Whining, you squirm closer, twitching in his lap when he sucks on your tongue lazily. Leon lets out a low, rasping laugh when he hears you, and you whine louder, toes curling in your socks as you pull at his hair harder, desperately wanting more.
He grins up at you when you pull away, eyes lit up with mirth. You let out a petulant huff, pulling his hand towards you again, making him cup your cheek. Nuzzling into the warmth of his calloused palm, you sigh, peering over at him.
“Did–” you sound embarrassingly breathless, “did you want to do more?”
Leon raises his brows, his thumb brushing over your cheek as he pulls you into another soft, slow kiss.
“Yeah,” he whispers, “is that okay?”
You nod, trying not to look too eager, but Leon must see the glint in your eyes because he’s standing up, pulling you to your feet. He says something about his cabin not being too far away, but you’re too busy lacing your fingers together, heart fluttering happily when you see how easily your hand fits against his.
Leon’s cabin is tucked away, past a line of heavily shrouded trees. The main lodging is visible when you step up onto the porch, leaning against the wooden railing as you rock up onto your toes to observe the sprawling expanse of land.
There’s a warmth pressing against your back from behind, arms wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. You sigh, head tilting as you bare your neck to Leon, your fingers tracing over his knuckles when he kisses your neck.
It’s hard to keep your eyes open when he pants into your ear softly, his stubble brushing against your skin as he drags his lips over the length of your neck.
“You like it?” he asks quietly, his chin settling on your shoulder as he looks out at the sweeping trees and dark, misty sky.
“It’s nice,” you murmur, reaching back to play with his hair, “a little dark, but… nice.”
“You flatter me,” Leon says drily, his teeth scraping over your neck in retaliation.
You gasp, fingers tightening around his forearms before he’s pulling you inside his cabin, letting you kick off your boots. He grunts when you push him against the closed door, going willingly when you yank him down using his jacket, moaning into your mouth as you kiss him eagerly.
He’s grabbing at every part of you he can, smiling against your lips when you whine as he grabs your ass, squeezing gently. You paw at his chest, arms slipping around his neck as he hefts you up into his arms, pressing you against a nearby wall as he kisses you.
“I– I wanna–” you whisper, squirming in his arms in an attempt to get him to put you down.
“Wanna do what, baby?” Leon murmurs, pressing closer, capturing your lips in another deep kiss, his hands squeezing at your thighs greedily.
Baby. You nearly swoon right then and there in his arms, the deep, rasping timbre of his voice almost enough to send you over the edge. You squirm a little more, returning his kisses with equal fervor until you manage to pull away with a whimper.
You blink up at him, swallowing harshly. “I wanna suck your cock,” you demand stubbornly.
“I–” Leon trails off, looking a little dazed. “I uh– wasn’t expecting that.”
But his grip on you falters all the same, his mouth opening and closing as he watches you settle onto your feet before you sink down onto your knees.
“Baby,” he tries again, his hand reaching out hesitantly, settling on the top of your head gently. “Are you sure? You don’t have to–”
“Leon,” you say, shifting on your knees to get a little more comfortable on the rug underneath you, “I want to.”
“Okay,” he breathes out, noddily jerkily. “Okay, sweetheart. It’s– fuck, it’s been a while so–”
You smile up at him, biting your lip. “I’ll be gentle, old man.”
“Don’t be a smartass,” Leon rolls his eyes, his fingers running through your hair before they splay out over your scalp.
Your eyes slip shut at the motion, leaning up into it as he strokes your hair lazily. It’s gentle, sweet, and you hazily realize that no one’s ever treated you like this – like you’re soft, like you matter.
Leon’s belt buckle clinks, and you lean forward unconsciously, eyes fluttering open lazily to watch him pull his trousers down. The outline of his half-hard cock sits prettily on his dark boxers, Leon’s hand drifting over it to squeeze gently before his hand settles back into your hair again.
You hum when Leon gasps, nuzzling into his clothed cock contentedly, rubbing your cheek along the thick length. It’s big, you can tell that much just from the outline, drool pooling on your tongue.
“Shit,” he breathes out, his hips bucking when you mouth at his boxers, sucking lazily through the fabric. “Baby, fuck–”
“Can I take it out?” you ask sweetly, your own hand slipping past the waistband of your pants and into your panties to stroke at your sticky folds. You’ve never felt so empty, the ache between your thighs making you rock your hips needily as you mouth at his hardening cock.
“Yeah,” Leon rasps, his darkened eyes watching you, “yeah, sweetheart, go ‘head. Take my cock out.”
You tug his boxers down, throat drying when you see his cock. It’s pretty, flushed dark at the tip, several veins running along the length. You bite back a moan when you see the pre-cum beading at the tip, tongue lolling just in time to catch a glob that falls. Leon mutters a low curse, his hand pressing against the back of your head.
“‘s pretty…,” you whisper, your hand wrapping around his cock, delighted by its thickness and heat, eyes dropping to take in his heavy balls. “‘s really pretty, Leon.”
“Hah– Thank– Thank you, baby.”
His politeness has heat flaring in your stomach, lips pressing against the head of his cock in a fleeting kiss. Leon groans as you kiss along the length of his cock, his fingers flexing against the wall, curling into a fist before long. You take him into your mouth, unable to hold off for much longer, moaning when you feel the weight of his cock on your tongue.
He tastes intoxicating, the silky skin of his cock sliding over your tongue as you wrap your lips around him daintily, letting your lashes flutter up at him.
“Fuck,” Leon says, his brows furrowing in need when you swirl your tongue around his cock, beginning to slurp. “Sweetheart, fuck– look so pretty down there taking my fat cock.”
You preen, batting your lashes up at him a little more, your fingers curling around his thighs greedily, nails digging into his skin. Leon’s hips rock forward when you suck, a hoarse moan escaping him as he watches you hollow your cheeks with wanton intent, his hand slamming against the wall when you begin to bob your head.
“Takin’ me so fuckin’ good,” he snarls, his head tipping forward, eyes squeezing shut.
You watch through the misty haze of lust, your fingers working against your aching clit, rubbing at the swollen bud rapidly as slick pools into your panties. The fabric is probably ruined by now, with how wet you are, a muffled mewl escaping you as you use your other hand to play with his balls. You massage them gently, squeezing and letting your thumb brush over his skin, gagging when Leon’s hips buck too far forward, burying his cock down your throat.
“Shit!” Leon gasps when he hears you, pulling back, pushing his hair out his eyes. “Baby, I’m sorry, you okay?”
“Yeah,” you mumble, cheeks flushed and eyes drooping. You lick your lips. “I– I can take it, Leon,” you say petulantly, leaning forward to nuzzle into his warm thigh, biting into him needily.
He huffs out a hoarse laugh, his fingers cupping your jaw to tilt your head before he’s lowering his head, kissing you sweetly. You whine, hugging his leg tighter with an arm while your fingers slip into your needy cunt, hips rising and falling as you fuck yourself on your hand.
“So pretty,” he whispers, his nose nudging against yours as he wraps his hand around his cock, stroking the length as he watches you writhe on the rug, his thumb brushing over your lower lip. “Can I try something, sweetheart?”
You nod, desperate for attention, for his touch. Leon’s thumb is sliding over your tongue, pressing down as you open your mouth wider, eager for his fat cock back in your mouth. But he doesn’t give you his cock. Instead, Leon’s lips purse, a soft noise leaving him as he spits down into your mouth.
It’s filthy, so terribly obscene and yet it makes your cunt throb harder, thighs squeezing together as violent need unravels through the crevices of your brain until you’re moaning and swallowing, tongue sticking out for more.
“Please,” you gasp, holding your mouth open, staring up into his eyes. “Please, Leon.”
“You’re driving me crazy,” he mutters, shaking his head as he watches you bounce on your knees, his thumb pressing down on the soft wetness of your tongue, hissing when your lips latch on unforgivingly, slurping at the digit. “Didn’t think you’d get me this fucking insane.”
You whine louder, a sliver of brattiness breaking through as you let go of his thumb in favor of lurching towards his thick cock again. You manage to get your lips around it, squirming closer until it’s half-way into your mouth, feeling the tip of it nudge against the back of your throat. You’d never taken it so deep, but you’re feeling stubborn and the uncharacteristic need to please has infiltrated your mind, setting your nerves alight.
“Sweetheart,” Leon grunts, muttering out a low curse when he watches you shift, settling on his boot. “Needy fuckin’ girl, huh? Okay, I’ll give you what you want, greedy little thing.”
His hand finds the back of your head, pressing gently as he urges you forward. You moan around him, hips rocking against his boot, holding him closer as it presses up right between your legs, giving you the friction you need, the relief you need.
“Good girl,” he whispers, letting his hips inch forward slowly. “Good fuckin’ girl.”
You whimper, hollowing your cheeks, trying to relax your throat as he strokes your hair. It’s a little uncomfortable, but Leon taps your nose and you mewl, managing to suck in a deep breath before letting you go lax as he pushes in deeper, just enough to feel your throat convulse around him.
Leon moans hoarsely, holding you there for a brief moment before he pulls his cock out of your mouth, brushing his thumb over your messy, spit-covered lips.
You blink up at him tearily, reaching for him when he leans down to kiss you, panting into his mouth.
“Leon,” you whimper, tears threatening to fall over your lash line at how good it feels to be here with him.
“I know, baby,” he croons, dipping his head to kiss your tears, trailing his lips over your cheeks. “You’re doing so good for me, sweetheart.” He kisses you once more, slow and gentle, letting his nose nudge against yours. “You wanna cum? Hm? Go ‘head and rub that needy little pussy all over my boot, baby, go on.”
You nod rapidly, kissing him eagerly as he cups your jaw, letting your hips roll once more, your fingers worming back into your panties to press against your swollen clit, circling the aching bud desperately. The coil in your stomach grows tighter with every kiss Leon gives you, every brush of his lips against your skin.
Through your hazy gaze, you can see him stroking his cock, pre-cum wetting his hands, the slick sounds emanating through the quiet, dark cabin. It’s a little difficult to get your fingers inside of you with how you’re settled on his boot, so you stick to rubbing your clit, grinding against his boot.
“Gonna cum,” you whisper dazedly, rocking harder, eyes rolling back when Leon’s hand slides over your throat, gently squeezing before he’s tipping your chin up so you can watch him fist his cock.
“Yeah?” Leon rasps, “just from grinding on my boot? You’re so dirty, baby.”
“‘m– ‘m not!” you protest, arching into him. “‘m not dirty!”
“No?” he coos condescendingly, licking into your mouth feverishly until he’s devouring your needy sounds, letting his tongue tangle with yours momentarily before he’s pulling back and spitting into your mouth. “But you’re gonna cum, sweetheart.”
It’s all too much for you. Leon’s hand on your hair, the low, rasping laugh that leaves him when you nuzzle into his thigh, the soft kiss that lands on your cheek.
You cum with a cry, shaking and shuddering and wanting, squirming towards his cock despite the violent twitches that rack through your body. Leon’s laugh is broken by a guttural groan when you suck his balls into your mouth, slurping and letting your tongue run over the hot skin.
“Fuck,” Leon snarls, his voice trembling as he strokes his cock faster, “fuck, baby– fuck!”
He grunts as he cums, hips jerking forward unevenly when you wrap your lips around the spurting head of his cock to swallow his cum down. You lap at the head, letting his heady cum pool on your tongue before you show him, batting your lashes up at him in a way you hope is pretty.
He sinks his teeth into his fist as he watches you swallow it down, fingers coming down to stroke over your throat gently before he kisses you, pulling you up onto shaky feet. You flush when Leon cups your cheeks, fingers trembling against his chest.
He smiles down at you, letting out a soft, disbelieving laugh. You smile back, unable to help yourself, leaning into him as he lets his head drop forward, resting on your shoulder.
“That was fun,” you say breathlessly, running your fingers through his hair.
“Fun,” Leon echoes, letting out a snort. “Sure, baby. Think you might’ve sucked my soul outta my cock.”
“Shut up!” you laugh, hitting his chest.
“What?” he grins, holding you in place as he peppers kisses all over your face making you laugh and squirm, his stubble scratching across your skin. “Gorgeous,” Leon whispers, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw. “You’re so gorgeous. My pretty baby.”
Your heart lurches in your chest, beginning to thud so violently you think it might somehow tear its way out of your chest and find its rightful home in Leon’s scarred hands. He kisses the tip of your nose and you shiver, voice soft when you speak.
“Thank you, daddy.”
You pause when you realize what you’ve said, eyes widening in mortification as Leon’s brows shoot up in surprise. Your mouth opens to apologize, to back-track, to say something to explain why the fucking word daddy has slipped out of all things, but your mind is utterly devoid of thoughts.
All you can manage is an incoherent gargle, the noise making you sound choked.
You’re half-expecting him to turn and pull away from you, but all Leon does is just… stare at you.
“I’m sorry,” you blurt out, “I don’t know where that came from.” You throw your hands up, growing panicked. “I mean, you were just kissing me and stroking my hair and I felt wanted and so fucking safe and I don’t fucking know why I–”
“Hey,” Leon’s voice is soft when he catches your hands, lacing his fingers through yours tightly. “It’s okay, sweetheart.”
“It is?”
“Yeah,” he nods, lifting your hands to brush his lips over your knuckles. “It’s just…,” his brows furrow, “not what I was expecting.”
Your eyes flutter shut when he kisses you, his hands slipping over your sides until he’s pulling you impossibly closer, deepening the kiss. You think there might be some sort of magic laced into the kisses with how they’re easing the tension in your shoulders, the anxiousness in you bleeding out with every press of his lips and stroke of his tongue.
Leon pulls away with a chaste peck, his forehead pressing against yours. His breath is hot as it fans across your face, and you lurch forward to steal another kiss from him. Leon catches you before you can, his thumb pressing against your lips.
“You want daddy to take care of you, baby?”
You blink up at him owlishly. The way he’s speaking to you – soft, low and deep – is rewiring the synapses in your brain, carving out a place just for Leon.
“Yes,” you whisper, head tilting to let Leon kiss your cheek. “Yes– yes, daddy.”
“Good girl,” he murmurs, his hands cupping your thighs as he lifts you up into your arms.
You’re too distracted by his mouth to notice that he’s carrying you to his bed, lashes fluttering as he lays you down. He leans back to shrug his jacket off and you’re doing the same, pulling at all the layers you’re wearing, discarding them hurriedly until you’re moving to tug your socks off.
“Leave ‘em on,” Leon says, pulling his shirt over his head. “They’re cute, baby.”
You’d disagree if you weren’t so distracted by his chest and abdomen. There’s a dusting of hair on his chest and you swallow, letting your gaze travel down over his muscled abdomen spattered with scars. You bite your lip, following the trail of coarse hair that lies below his navel, whimpering when you see his cock hard again.
Leon’s crawling over you, capturing your lips in another deep kiss, his hands brushing over your bare skin.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, staring down at you, “so fucking pretty for me, sweetheart.”
You mewl, fingers sliding through his hair as he mouths at your breasts, back arching when he sucks one into his mouth, his tongue swirling over your areola and flicking at your hardened nipples. If his cabin is cold, you don’t notice, not with the way he’s rubbing against you, the hot heat of his mouth making your eyes roll back as he tugs your nipple with his teeth.
“Daddy,” you whisper, bucking your hips, “daddy, please.”
“Use your words, baby,” Leon murmurs, switching breasts, kissing over the soft skin reverently, his hands squeezing at your thighs. “What do you want from daddy?”
“You!” you gasp desperately, tugging at his hair as he laves over your breast, sucking it into his mouth lazily before he’s letting it slip out of his mouth with a muted pop. “Want– want you to fuck me, daddy.”
“Yeah?” he says, hand sliding between your thighs to cup your pussy, his thumb sliding through your puffy folds to press against your aching clit. “Want daddy deep inside this pretty, little pussy?”
“Yes– ah– yes,” you whine, voice hoarse and broken, hands pawing at his broad shoulders as he slinks lower, head settling between your thighs.
A sharp squeal escapes you when Leon’s mouth latches onto you suddenly, his tongue gliding through your folds, lips sealing around your clit as he sucks it into his mouth. Your legs kick out, hands pushing at his head at the overwhelming sensation, but Leon doesn’t let up, wrapping his arms around your thighs, palms resting on your lower stomach to hold you in place.
You wail, toes curling as you thrash, back arching involuntarily when he fucks his tongue into your aching cunt. The motion has his stubble scraping deliciously along your skin – scratchy and rough.
“Daddy!” you squeal, “‘s too nghh– much!”
“You can take it, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice muffled by your pussy as he laps at your cunt, working his tongue into every now and then until you’re shaking and yanking at his hair desperately. “Be good for daddy.”
You whimper, nodding to yourself as you reach for his hand, heart fluttering when he gives it to you, letting you hold his hand tightly. Broken moans and gasps fill the air as he laps at your pussy, over the slick folds, drinking down the taste of you greedily. He groans into your pussy, the sound travelling through your sensitive flesh, making you twitch.
Leon’s tongue swirls over your clit, flicking against the sensitive bud until you’re squealing louder, your feet slipping over his broad back in an attempt for purchase, only to find none.
“Fuck me,” you say dazedly, pulling at his hair, pouting down at him. “I said– hah– I wanted you to fuck me, daddy.”
He huffs out a laugh, peppering your clit with soft kisses until you whine and squirm again.
“You’re being bratty, sweetheart,” Leon muses, letting his hips roll between your thighs, his fat, heavy cock dragging against your slick pussy. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, groaning when you slip your hand between your bodies, guiding his cock against your pussy.
“Sorry, daddy,” you mumble, not sounding very sorry at all as you let your thumb brush over the head of his cock, mewling happily when Leon whimpers, pre-cum dribbling from the tip of his cock and onto your clit, coating the swollen bud.
“I– fuck– I don’t have a condom on me,” he says, kissing your neck.
“You can pull out,” you offer, peering up at him when he reappears, an arm wrapping around his neck as you roll your hips, feeling the head of his cock nudge against your empty cunt. “Just want you inside, daddy. It aches.” You pout a little more.
“Yeah?” he murmurs, pushing your hand aside to grasp his cock, stroking it once before he presses it against your aching hole. “Okay, baby, take my fat fuckin’ cock then.”
Your eyes widen when his cock starts to push forward, scrabbling at his shoulders when you feel the stretch of his cock pressing inside.
“‘s big,” you whisper, staring up at him, gaze flitting about his face. “Daddy, ‘s too big.”
Leon smiles, his cheeks flushed prettily. “Thought you wanted me to fuck this sweet little cunt, sweetheart. Hm? Should daddy pull out and kiss you instead?”
“No!”
The refusal slips out of you quickly and Leon laughs when he sees the flare of panic in your eyes.
“Sorry, baby,” he says, kissing your cheek. “Daddy’s being mean.”
You pout, pulling him down for a bratty, sloppy kiss as Leon lets his cock sink into you deeper, feeding inch after inch into your until your pussy flutters around him, desperately trying to accommodate his size.
Leon lets you adjust for a moment before he’s drawing his hips back and snapping them forward. You gasp, the sharp noise ripped out of your throat as he watches you, brows knitted together as he fucks his cock into you, setting a pace that has you seeing stars already. He brushes your messy hair out of your face, hand settling on your hand as he drops his weight down onto you, pushing your legs up so that they wrap around him, your ankles locking together tightly.
There’s drool leaking from the side of your mouth, Leon’s tongue catching it as he feeds it back to you, spitting into your mouth filthily as you babble incoherently, eyes rolling back.
“Perfect fuckin’ pussy,” Leon growls, his hands squeezing your hips, so hard that you can feel the bruises beginning to bloom. “Good fucking girl, taking daddy’s cock like a fuckin' champ.”
You preen at the praise, managing to draw a gasp out of Leon this time when your pussy clenches around his fat cock, his hips jerking forward when you claw down his back in delirium.
“Daddy– love daddy’s cock,” you slur, feeling his chest press against your breasts, the weight of him so comforting that you coo, legs tightening around him to hold him closer to feel his cock pounding into you with abandon, balls slapping against your ass. “Daddy– ah! daddy, daddy!”
“Daddy’s got you, baby. Doing so fucking good for me,” he snarls, mouth slotting over yours messily, his fingers moving to grip your ass to hike your hips up a little higher.
The new angle has him hitting deeper and you’re squealing, so loud that you think it might be enough to scare off the wolves outside. Leon groans and grunts, shifting his hips until he’s able to hit exactly where you need him, his fat, girthy cock carving its way through your pussy.
You can vaguely hear his bed creaking with every thrust, head tilting as Leon whispers sweet nothings into your ear, his fingers finding your clit. Every brush of his skin against yours has you crying out, the heat of your bodies becoming blistering.
“My perfect girl,” Leon whispers, his fingers splaying over your jaw as he watches your wanton expressions. “My pretty, perfect girl. All for me, hm? Tell me, baby, is this all for me? All for daddy?”
“Y– nghh– yes,” you whisper dazedly, feeling your body rock as he thrusts into you, driving his hips deeper and deeper. “All for you, daddy,” you tremble underneath him, “no one’s– ahh– no one’s ever made me feel this way.”
“Oh sweetheart,” Leon says, his brows furrowing as he watches you pucker up your lips for a kiss. He gives you what you want, letting his lips brush over yours, his hand tangling into your hair. “Tell me what you are then, pretty baby. Tell daddy what you are.”
You blink up at him, lower lip trembling for a moment before Leon kisses you again gently, his nose brushing against yours in silent encouragement.
“‘m daddy’s pretty, perfect girl,” you mumble out shyly, smiling faintly when he kisses your cheek.
“That’s right,” he soothes, brushing his fingers over your clit, beginning to rub faster, in tight, little circles. “Such a good girl for daddy, hm?”
You nod, giggling dazedly when he peppers your cheek with kisses, toes beginning to curl when he grinds his cock into you briefly before he’s fucking you again with long, deep strokes.
He’s moaning into your skin and you whine back, heels digging into his ass when he buries himself to the hilt in your fluttering pussy.
“Gonna cum, sweetheart,” Leon rasps, trying to pull back, his hands settling on your waist as he tries to detach from you. “C’mon baby, you gotta let daddy go.”
“N– no!” you protest, shaking your head at the thought of him wasting his cum when he could cum inside you. “Want it inside, daddy… want your cum inside,” you sound embarrassingly desperate. “Fill me up?” you try, “please?”
“Fuck,” he breathes out, running his hand through his hair as he glances down to where his cock is still buried inside of you.
You blink up at him, arching your back a little, squeezing your breasts before letting your hand drift between your thighs to rub at your clit.
“Please?” you whisper, your other hand reaching to scratch at his abdomen, grazing the coarse, dark hair below his navel. “Fill me up, daddy. ‘m so– so empty.”
“You’re a bad fucking influence,” Leon rumbles, grabbing your chin. “If you want daddy’s cum, you’re gonna have to take every fuckin’ drop.”
You smile at him hazily, lolling your tongue out playfully. Leon’s groaning and rolling his eyes, but he gives you what you want, spitting down into your mouth, letting his tongue glide over yours before he’s moving his hips again.
He seems to be close with the way he’s groaning into your ear, his movements stuttering with each consecutive thrust, fingers digging into your skin tightly. You kiss him sweetly.
“Cum, daddy,” you mewl, peering up into his eyes. “Wanna watch you cum, daddy.”
“Too fuckin’ good to me,” he rasps, his fingers playing with your clit.
Leon’s hips stutter forward one final time, a low whine leaving him as he cums, inching forward to bury his cock into you. You keen when you feel his cock throb, eyes rolling back when his hot, thick cum spills into you, your own thighs twitching as Leon rubs at your clit a little harder.
“Let go, baby,” he manages through rough pants, “cum on daddy’s cock, pretty girl.”
You cry out when he thrusts into you once more, clinging to him as your orgasm hits you, thighs shaking and body twitching as you cum. Leon kisses you lazily through it, his hands stroking over your sides as you ride it out, sagging against the sheets limply.
Leon pulls you into his side after he pulls out and you frown when you feel his cum beginning to leak out of you, pressing your thighs together stubbornly until the heady fog of lust fades and you realize that you’d let Leon cum inside of you.
You watch him when he leaves the bed, silently appreciating his broad back as he stokes the fire before disappearing through a door. He reappears, a warm, damp cloth in hand and clad in a pair of sweatpants and hoodie.
A yawn escapes you as he sits down on the bed, letting him clean you up with a kind of reverence that has your gaze clouding over again. Leon helps you get dressed, forgoing your panties as he helps you into a pair of his boxers, dressing you in his warm clothes, pulling you into his arms soon after.
“You okay?” he murmurs, kissing your cheek. “That was pretty intense.”
“Yeah,” you say, curling into him as he pulls the blankets up over you both. “But it felt good,” you flush a little, burying your face into his chest. “It felt good with you, Leon.”
He laughs, kissing your forehead, rubbing his hands over your back soothingly until you relax against him a little more and come out from where you’ve been hiding.
“Are you okay?” you ask, leaning into his palm when he cups your cheek. “I’m sorry if I was too much–”
“You weren’t,” Leon interrupts, tracing the curve of your cheek. “I told you, you’re perfect, baby. And yeah, I’m okay,” he grins down at you, “think you left a little ache in my joints though.”
You huff out a breath, trying to feign annoyance but he looks so boyish when he grins that you can’t help smiling back. You squirm closer, kissing his cheek before pecking his lips, nuzzling back into his warmth.
“So,” you begin, letting your hands slip under his hoodie to feel his bare skin, “what’s the story with the scars?”
“There’s a few,” he murmurs, nosing into your cheek, “all bad, I’m afraid.”
“Worse than serial killers?”
He snorts, hugging you closer. “Yeah baby, worse than serial killers.”
You bite your lip, eyes softened with affection. You kiss him again, your lips lingering against his like a promise.
“At least you’re here,” you murmur when you see the flicker of apprehension in his eyes. “Alive and warm and um… in the middle of a forest with a pack of wolves?”
Leon lets out a low laugh, his eyes boring into yours intently.
“And with you,” he adds quietly, holding you tighter.
♱ Sypnosis: Goodbye stress, goodbye back pain, goodbye suppressants!
♱ Tags: Hybrid AU, Wolf!Leon (re9 requiem) x Puppy!Reader (fem), established relationship,age gap (not specified but all legal), missionary position, heat cycles, unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie, knots, oral sex (f receiving), typical hybrid stuff and more!
♱ Note: I was a little shy to post this bc it's the first time I've written anything about hybrids, soo please ignore any mistakes😔🙏🏻Enjoy!
Life with Leon was too simple, almost a dream. The two of you were a team where all you had to do was relax and let him do the work. At night, big, warm arms wrapped around you to protect you from the cold. In the warm mornings, he woke you with soft kisses on your forehead.
When Leon said he wanted to retire, he did it thinking of you. He wanted to enjoy every second by your side, without neglecting you. He noticed how your scent seemed to change when you were stressed or sad, even if you denied it. Nothing escaped the talent of his old nose.
Although Leon couldn't think of all the advantages that this brought. No more missions, no more travel, no more stress, no more suppressants. Ah, those damned suppressants. They gave him terrible headaches and an incredibly bad mood. He couldn't even remember when his last heat cycle had been, too busy trying not to die on his missions.
But the symptoms slowly began to appear. He insisted you stay in bed surrounded by his scent, he was more clingy and started waking up every morning covered in a thin layer of sweat. And you, even though you were a cute puppy, weren't stupid.
"Come on, let me help you with that," you said enthusiastically, your tail wagging energetically behind you. "You help me with my heat, I'll help you with yours." you promised, as if it made perfect sense. Though to you, it did.
"Honey, I'm too old to be in heat." he stated nonchalantly, looking at you from the bed through old-silly reading glasses he wore before bed. "It's just my body relaxing, don't worry." he said, dismissing it and returning to his book. Yep, stupid Leon.
The next morning, you were with his head between your legs, devouring you like a hungry man. Loud slurps echoed in the room, and his long, thick tongue kept thrusting your aroused hole. His trimmed beard tickled your skin, and you felt him rub harder against the mattress every time your fingers brushed against his sensitive ears.
"It hurts..." he whispered against your clit, barely grazing the sensitive head with his teeth before sucking hard again, feeling you arch beneath him. Your tail swished lazily behind you, in stark contrast to his, which moved with a vigor it hadn't displayed in ages.
When he stepped back to adjust himself, you could see the perfect outline of his cock through his underwear, completely soaked with his precum. He was dripping, and he hadn't even touched himself yet. His ears were flat against his head, his tail was wagging energetically, and his eyelids were heavy, watching you as if he were about to devour you like his favorite treat.
"Please, baby, I'll die if I'm not inside you—" He whispered, almost in pain as he lowered his hand to free himself from the stupid layers that kept them apart. His cock sprang free and proud against your abdomen, with small contractions of need. His cock had just the right curve and thickness to relentlessly pound that spot inside you.
Your legs opened on their own, revealing your wet pussy, prepared by him, to his eyes, making him salivate like a dirty dog. He settled between your legs, taking his length in his hand to rub his tip against your entrance, eagerly pushing inside. You let out a trembling moan, feeling him pass the first ring of flesh.
Today there was no time for games, no time for waiting. Not when he felt like he was boiling in every inch of his skin. His hips began to move automatically, trying to push every last inch inside you. You felt the base of his knot, heavy and intimidating, brushing against you with each wet thrust.
"Yes, fuck, yes—" He moaned, really. His nose buried itself in your head, brushing against the bases of your ears as his hips picked up the pace, barely pulling out of you, too greedy to move away. Your head spun, letting him use you freely so he wouldn't lose his mind.
His tongue flicked from his lips to your neck, licking every bead of sweat that began to form on your skin. His body held you still, keeping your legs spread wide so he could relentlessly pound you with his cock. The wet slaps and his breathless grunts against your sensitive ears made you squeeze tighter around him.
"Baby..." he whispered, his nose buried in your jaw, his frenzied movements never slowing. You, in a haze of pleasure, thought he was talking to you. "Hm?" you mumbled, dazed, running your fingers through his hair and ears, feeling his back tremble as he rubbed his cock against your walls in desperate circles.
"Babies. I want pups—" he gasped, as if his fucked-up brain had just come up with the best idea. "L-Lots of puppies, that look like you..." Now he was rambling, his brain melting, thinking only of plunging his sensitive cock into your overwhelming heat. You felt every vein, every desperate throb of his member inside you, yearning to fill you.
"What do you think? Babies, ours..." His words tumbled out in a jumble, nonsensical sound. His eyes were unfocused, watching your face contort with pleasure each time his pelvis brushed against your clit with every thrust. You could barely think straight, his intense scent enveloped you, and seeing him so disoriented made you nod without thinking too much.
"Uh-huh..." You murmured, giving him the signal he needed. His lips sought yours in a sloppy, wet kiss, his sharp teeth clashing against yours, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth, wanting to etch itself into you. When he pulled away, you both looked equally fucked up.
"We're going to have the cutest puppies, I swear—" He groaned, placing his hands on your hips to easily lower you onto his cock. The primal need to fill you, to make you babies and reproduce, made his face crumple with new pleasure as he felt his cock begin to twitch inside you.
And without warning, a deep growl come from his chest, echoing in the room just as he thrust deeper, plugging your hole with his throbbing knot and emptying himself completely inside you. Your back arched hard, feeling an unexpected orgasm pierce through you as you felt more filled than ever before, fucking your brain.
His hips tried to push even deeper, but he couldn't move an inch. His half-closed eyes drifted down to your pussy, watching as it all opened just to take him. That primal heat made him cover you with his body, as if trying to keep you all to himself.
"Thanks baby, thank you..." he whispered, shifting so you were lying comfortably against his chest, still impaled on his cock. "We'll be here for a while, it's not so bad, is it?" he asked breathlessly, running a hand through your sweat-damp hair. Seeing your tail twitch lazily, he smiled.
Those were long days, where it seemed like he wanted to devour you and bend you over every surface, but you two made a good team, don't you think?
First of all, credits to @/cursed-carmine (on tumblr) for the dividers!🫶🏻
And second, let me know if you liked it! Likes and comments are welcomeᡣ𐭩
Summary: when trying to get on your boyfriend’s nerves turns into you getting taught a lesson
Warnings: explicit sexual content, minors dni, p in v, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, multiple positions, angry sex (for a bit), mating press, headlock, dom!leon, the s stands for slut, he has a mouth on him bc I said so, we pissed off Leon and we learned the consequences, tipsy!reader, age gap (10 years), established relationship, no use of y/n, reader has hair long enough to pull and is shorter than Leon
WC: 7.3k this mad long I’m sorry
A/N: yo uh…. Leon in 2025 in crazy. And yet here we are. I will say, I started writing this is 2023 and picked it back up with the encouragement of @wittyjasontodd so thank her for that. Did I get a lil carried away? Yes. Would I do it again? Also yes angry Leon pound my shit pls. Anyway idk if this is gonna flop but at I least one person will enjoy it
Just gonna leave this here… this was heavy inspo for this.. take it how you will.
You didn't mean to make him angry. Truly, you didn't. For as long as you had been dating, you never went anywhere without the other knowing. It wasn't a possessive thing, but more of a safety thing. You knew Leon felt more at ease when he knew where you were, and you didn’t mind. But sometimes you just couldn't possibly let him know of all your plans, right? With how much he worked and with how little he actually looked at his phone, he couldn't possibly be upset at you for going out without telling him first. You tried, but it wasn't your fault he didn't answer your call. You sent him a text saying you were going to a friend's house and left it at that.
You were a bit angry at him that night. A canceled date night left a sour taste in your mouth. You hadn’t seen your boyfriend in two weeks. You just missed him so much. Your naive self had hoped he would actually be home at a reasonable time. After all, he had arrived home from his mission the night prior at such an ungodly hour you were passed out, and he had left before you even woke up for work. Hence why you were so excited to finally have him all to yourself.
You had already gotten all prettied up for him, made him dinner, so eager to spoil him after weeks of whatever the fuck it was that he did on his missions. It was around seven when you got a 'will be home late. Sorry baby' text from him. To say that you were a little upset was an understatement. You understood his job was very demanding, from the little he actually told you, but fuck, you could only take so much.
It was maybe ten when you got a text from your college-friends group chat, once again insisting you join them for drinks at one of their places. You had originally declined as you would much rather spend your night with your boyfriend. But right now, you have no boyfriend to care for. And you weren't going to sulk in your misery. You contemplated your options, perhaps a little immature on your part, you decided to take them up on their offer despite not being able to reach Leon to let him know you would go out. You figured a couple drinks wouldn't hurt.
You joined your friend and drove to your mutual friend's house. Things were fine at first, but as soon as drinks started flowing and everyone got loose, you realized you probably would have been better off drinking by yourself in your apartment.
It wasn't anything huge. But there were definitely a few people, all drinking and passing around a joint to smoke, all winding down from a stressful week. You were surrounded by a few acquaintances, girls you went to college with, all gossiping about their coworkers, bosses, lovers and everything in between. You didn't partake in any of it. You simply leaned on the kitchen island the group of women were surrounding, silently sipping on your drink. Until they decided you were next. They always did get a kick out of teasing you for being so reserved and quiet.
"So I heard from Sarah that you're dating a fed? How did that even happen?" Your eyes moved on their own towards your friend, Sarah. You glared at her for her indiscretion but ultimately brought your attention back to the question.
"We met at a bar last year. We actually moved in together a couple months ago." You answered as vaguely as possible, not wanting to give more details than you actually needed. But somehow, your ambiguity only gave the gossiping ladies more curiosity, so they all turned their attention on you.
"Wow, that's pretty big. What does he look like? Is he hot?"
You forced yourself not to roll your eyes. Is that what it all came down to? Yes, Leon was incredibly hot, the most attractive man you had ever met, but he had other things going for him too. Wouldn't they want to know about those? Probably not.
You opened your mouth to give a dismissive answer but your friend Sarah chimed in before you could get a word in.
"He's so hot. He totally gives hot older biker vibes." Your eyes grew so wide you thought they were going to pop out of their sockets. You nearly choked on your drink as the words left her mouth, and your head whipped in her direction. She definitely saw it, but she only laughed. "You know I'm right! I honestly don't know how you managed to bag that man, you're not exactly close in age."
You stared at her so hard you thought you'd pop a blood vessel. You were severely reconsidering your life choices, and you were definitely regretting introducing her to Leon. Well, not that you had done it by choice. You were at a bar with Leon, a bar that just so happened to be Sarah's go to, she left you no choice but to introduce him. A choice you knew you were going to regret in the long run. You knew your friend and she definitely had a gossiping problem.
"Oh my God! He's older? My God, I didn't think you had that in you! To think you were so shy in college." Another one of your friends commented, only making the rest of the women in the room laugh at your expense.
"Okay, he's not… he's not that old." You tried to defend yourself, mumbling into your glass, eyes darting around to find all of their gazes still on you.
"Yeah, like ten years older than you!"
"Sarah, I swear to fucking God."
"Oh, come on, there's nothing to be ashamed of. You're living all of our dreams, you get to be a spoiled sugar baby. We don't judge." That comment got on the last nerve you still had left.
Downing the remaining alcohol in your glass, you waved your hands in defeat and grabbed your purse from the chair next to you. You heard their collective laughter, all exclaiming they were just messing with you. But you had enough alcohol in your system to stop you from giving a fuck about what they had to say.
"This was exactly why I stopped hanging out with all of you. You just can't mind your own fucking business." You shook your head with distaste, collective laughs echoing behind you as you walked away.
Today just simply was not your day. Perhaps you were a little dramatic. Perhaps.
You kept hearing your name being called, but you otherwise ignored them. You stopped right at the door, sighing a bit when you remembered Sarah had given you a drive there. And it was a bit too late to call a lyft. So your only option..
"Where the hell have you been?" You flinched a bit at his angry words, gritting your teeth and closing your eyes. Three missed calls and too many messages to read them all. "I've been calling you all night. Are you alright?"
You bit your lip softly, lips curling a bit at his mixture of anger and concern, "'m sorry. My phone was on silent."
You heard him groan into the phone. He was silent for a second, you could hear the sound of cars and static from the wind.
"Where are you? Do you need me to come get you?"
"Please. I'll send you the address." You removed your phone from your ear, typing into your phone quickly before bringing it back to your ear. "Are you still at the office?"
“No. I left an hour ago.” He answered with a frustrated sigh that came straight from his chest. Truth was, this man had been driving around town for a while, not wanting to go home until he heard from you. "I'll be there in ten. Wait outside for me."
"Mkay… I love you." You mumbled, scrunching up your face a bit knowing he was not happy with you, and you were definitely going to be in a lot of trouble when you got home.
"Mmmm, love you too." Another strained sigh.
You blew air through your nose, rubbing your eyes as you shoved your phone into your purse. You looked over your shoulder, looking into the kitchen where your so called friends were, you saw Sarah standing near the entryway that connected the dining space to the living room. You shot her a glare out of the corner of your eyes before you went straight to the front door. You waited on the porch just about ten minutes before you heard a motorcycle engine coming up the street.
You didn't need to see his face to know it was him. You would recognize Leon's black Ducati anywhere, anytime, tipsy or not. You could hear that thing from a block down. He pulled up on the side of the sidewalk. He was kicking the stand, and standing in front of it in seconds. As soon as he took off his helmet his eyes landed on you. He ran a hand through his messed up strands, brushing them back for it to inevitably fall over his eyes again in a minute. You swallowed hard as you started to walk in his direction. You kept your head down as you came to stand in front of him with a bit of shame.
Leon leaned against his bike, an eyebrow irked as he looked at you with sharp eyes. A long exhale left his lips but he said nothing to you. He was very good at masking his emotions, pain, grief, anger. He gave nothing but a blank stare and a stoic flat line. But he had been sitting in his own annoyance and panic for hours, unable to go anywhere but his fucking desk until he finished his reports. Out of all days you had to decide to try and prove a point. He knew it annoyed you, although you took his no show dates and late nights with a kind smile and sweet understanding, he could tell deep down it frustrated you to no end, especially because you didn’t fully understand the depths of what he did for a living. He couldn’t tell you, so part of him understood your frustration. But another part of him wanted nothing more than to throw you on the nearest surface and fuck your attitude right out of you.
He stood silent, baby blues just staring you down as he clenched his jaw. He was trying so fucking hard but his patience today just was just on the verge of slipping him. A bit shyly, you leaned into him, pressing the side of your face to his chest.
"'M sorry… I should've told you where I was." You mumbled quietly, shuddering a bit when he brought a hand to the back of your hair.
"Not here. We'll talk at home." His reply was quick, his tone otherwise flat as he caught a few faces looking out the window of the house you had come out of. "Your friends are nosy."
You looked over your shoulder to find Sarah and a few of your other friends peeking through the curtains. You couldn't stop yourself from snorting at how juvenile they were all acting. You turned to look at Leon and nodded at him.
"I noticed." You chuckled dryly and rolled your eyes, taking your helmet when he handed it to you. You watched his face, blank and stoic, but his blue eyes were anything but calm. "Are you angry with me?"
His jaw ticked, his head falling to the side as he breathed out a long sigh, "I said not here babe. Get on."
"Leon.."
One of his large hands came to rest at the back of your neck. From afar, the gesture seemed sweet, tender and loving from your boyfriend. In reality, he forced your head back as he leaned down to talk in your ear, a gesture of dominance that made a shudder slip down your spine.
"I'm not going to tell you again. I'm not having this conversation here. Get on the bike."
A quiet gasp left your lips and your eyes shot up a bit. You gave him a wide eyed look, swallowing hard. And you should be ashamed to say just how wet seeing him this angry made you. You gave him a quick nod and hopped on the back of his motorcycle without another protest. Leon raised an eyebrow at you, a soft scoff leaving his lips as he without a word placed your helmet over your head. You jumped the slightest bit, the gesture gentle yet rough as he adjusted it on your head. You swallowed a weak sound as he got on as well, aggressively throwing on his own helmet before revving up his motorcycle. And an uneven sigh left his lips when you pressed yourself against his back, arms tightly wrapped around his torso.
He said nothing at this, or at all the whole ride to your apartment. You didn't dare to say anything either. Just his tense shoulders and cold body language screamed volumes of how he felt about you in that moment. You got absolutely nothing. Not a pat on your leg, not a squeeze of your thigh. Not even a sly comment about how tight you were gripping him. Never mind the fact that he was going ninety on the fucking highway like you weren’t gripping him for dear life.
His cold silence was no different when you (somehow) made it to your apartment. You followed him up silently, lips pulled into a tiny pout as you silently walked into your apartment. The door slammed behind Leon so hard you thought he ripped it off the hinges. You jumped at the loud noise, swallowing hard as you slowly turned around to face him.
"No, no, you don't get to look at me like that." He huffed, blue eyes sharp as he glared at your pouty lips and scrunched up face.
"Leon.. I said I was sorry." You tried to argue, frustration lacing your tongue as he stood in front of you in two long strides.
And he laughed. He fucking laughed.
"You're sorry? I called you all night, was worried fucking sick and you're sorry?" He wasn't yelling, he barely ever raised his voice at you, but this was worse. His tone was low, gravelly, raspy, almost sounding like a growl as he spat out the words. And all you could do was hopelessly stare back at him.
“Yeah, well, I called you first and you didn’t pick up. What was I supposed to do?” You answered back, your tone quickly shifting when you realized he wasn’t budging. Sass laced your tongue as you scrunched up your face a little. Your attitude was something Leon often found amusing, but not when he was already on the edge of losing his shit.
“I was at the office doing a stack of goddamn reports so fucking tall it would give your dumb little head a migraine. How the hell was I supposed to know you decided to go out and get shitfaced?” His tone was accusatory, stern, matching his clenched jaw and wide eyes, there even was a slight twitch of frustration in his right eye. “Oh, I know how, ‘cause I looked at the security cameras and guess who wasn’t home? That’s right—my girlfriend.”
You stared at him, lips parted as you clicked your tongue. You had nothing. You knew damn well you did this on purpose. You wanted to piss him off like he had pissed you off. You just hadn’t expected his weeks away on whatever the fuck he had been doing to have been so—eventful.
Still, you were petty first, and a brat second. So you just rolled your eyes and scoffed at him in response. And unfortunately for you, Leon had no more patience left in his pretty body. And you just broke the last string of sanity holding him together.
"Y'know what? Bedroom. Now." He motioned his arm then looked at you. You just stood there, wide eyed and mouth slightly agape, but didn't move a muscle, shocked by his tone shift. He exhaled unevenly, eyes closing for just a second as he breathed through his nose. "Don't act like you didn't hear me. Go. Now."
You blinked a couple times, stammering a bit but decided against protesting when he tilted his head at you, eyes narrowed with frustration. Your feet were moving on their own, and you could hear his heavy footsteps close behind you. God, you were in so much trouble.
You slowly turned around to face him again, his leather jacket was long gone, only a black button-up covering his chest. You swallowed when his eyes traveled down and back up with this look that was anything but innocent. Then he spoke.
"How much have you had to drink tonight?" He asked with a tilt of his head. You frowned at him, your lips parted but you didn't answer. He sighed deeply at your lack of response, and he was in front of you in two long strides, his body towering over yours. "Answer the question sweetheart."
You blinked, swallowing hard when his hand came to hold your jaw in a tight grip. "I'm not drunk if that's what you're asking."
He irked up an eyebrow at your hesitation, but he believed you. He had seen you drunk, this wasn't it. He simply nodded and he let go of your face.
"On your knees." His command was short and simple, direct. But you still hesitated, your reactions a bit delayed due to the alcohol still running in your system.
"Leon.."
"What did I just say? Get on your fucking knees—" He leaned down, his face all up in yours. His tone a low growl coming from his chest."—before I put you there."
Your lips parted at the same time your eyes grew twice their size at the sharpness of his tone. His sapphire eyes glared down at you with such intensity it made your heart race. Still, you said nothing and slowly nodded. You pressed your lips together as you sat on the back of your knees, your eye level at his belt.
"You wanna apologize? Alright, show me how sorry you are." His tone was sharp as he breathed out the words, like the control he still had left of himself was quickly faltering.
"I.. I am sorry, Leon.. So sorry." You spoke so quietly it sounded like a whisper, a soft pathetic whisper as your shaky hands unbuckled his belt, delicate fingers unzipping his jeans enough to free his cock from the confines of his boxer briefs.
Leon inhaled loudly through his nose as soon as his cock sprung free, and his eyes closed with relief as he let out a breath through his lips. Then he gave you a hum.
"That's a good girl." The praise left his lips in a rasp as he fixed his eyes on you, and fuck the compliant and expectant look in your big eyes made him want to throw you on his bed and fuck you stupid.
He would, eventually. But you needed a lesson first.
"Go on."
You blinked at him slowly as you wrapped your hand around his cock, squeezing him ever so slightly as you wrapped your lips around the tip of him. Another sharp exhale left his lips and one of his hands instinctively landed on the back of your head. He wasn't pushing or pulling your hair yet, only grounding himself. You moved down his cock, taking as much as you could before pulling back up. Your cheeks were hollowed as your tongue swirled.
"Mmmm yes—yeah, that's it, pretty girl," He said with a pleasured sigh, his fingers now lacing around your hair until he had the majority of it pulled back. "This goddamn mouth of yours—shit."
He couldn't help himself, you were just making him feel so goddamn good. He used your hair to control your movements. He held you down further on his cock, held your down longer. And you were perfectly okay with it. You didn't care that your eyes had started watering, or that your cheeks were stained with makeup. You loved it actually.
"Your mouth takes me so well. So fucking well—fuck, you're gonna make me come." He clenched his fingers around your hair, his eyes involuntarily closing when he felt you gag around his cock. He almost came right then and there when you pushed your head further down, as if to encourage him to.
But that was too easy. The lesson was far from over.
You almost whined out loud when he pulled you off his cock. God, he made a mess of you already. Eyes watery, mascara staining your cheeks and spit dripping down your chin. The sight alone made his cock twitch.
"Yeah, good girl. C'mere." He pulled you up by your face, lips crashing against your in an instant. It was so intoxicating how he kissed you, his large hands holding your face, his tongue in your mouth, his cologne filling your space and consuming the air in your lungs. His entire presence was consuming you, taking you in and leaving you at his will. And the worst part? You didn’t mind.
It was without parting from your lips that he made you walk back until the back of your knees touched the edge of the bed, and he pushed you back with the weight of his body. Your back was flat on the soft covers as he held himself above you with his knee between your parted thighs. He pulled back with a heavy breath of his chest, as if his self-control was leaving him little by little. His forehead almost touched yours, honey brown strands falling over his pretty face. His eyes were dilated with a mixture of pure arousal and pent up frustration, overtaking the blue of his eyes, and yet, his gaze was so soft as he stared down at you. Pure adoration and devotion is what you saw, no matter how angry or frustrated he could have been with you, he always looked at you like you were the prettiest thing in this world.
But you definitely were not getting away from how badly he wanted to ruin you.
“Strip. Then lay on your stomach.” He said with a ragged breath, arousal rolling off his tongue as he sat back on his knees to give you space.
Your lips were parted as you watched this slut of a man undo the buttons of his shirt, leaving you to witness just how gorgeous your boyfriend was. You definitely licked your lips as he shrugged it off his shoulders, your eyes slowly moving down from his hair-dusted chest to his happy trail, stopping just above his belt and you blinked slowly at the sight of his glistening cock. Leon tilted his head at the way you were damn near fucking drooling and he blew out a laugh.
“You wanna be a good girl for me, right?” He asked with a raise of his eyebrows, but his voice was laced with sarcasm. You blinked at him, nodding slowly. “So do as I say before I think of something worse to do to you.”
“Oh, God…” You mumbled, more to yourself, raw and hopeless realization dawning on you. You nodded and did as you were told. You scrambled out of your clothes, each piece being tossed somewhere to make a mess as Leon just watched you with intensity, but an unreadable expression. You already missed the look on his face when you laid on your stomach, getting comfortable with your cheek pressed into the sheets and your arms in front of you. You had a feeling you could be in this position for a while.
Leon huffed softly, rolling his eyes at how pathetic you could be sometimes, completely at his will and your attitude quickly vanishing. Without as much as a word, he grabbed your hips and raised your ass up, your pretty little cunt on full display for him. And fuck, were you dripping. Leon made sure you knew it.
“Of course you’re wet. Why am I not surprised?” He blew out another throaty chuckle, a grunt rumbling in his chest as he ran his tongue from your clit to your hole once more. You could only whine in response. “Does it make you wet? Pissing me off? Getting on my goddamn nerves? Hmph. If you wanted to be put in your place, you could've just asked, baby.”
His tongue lapped at your pussy almost like a punishment. From your clit to your hole, large hands gripping your ass and keeping you spread out for him. And you? You were at his mercy, clutching the sheets between your hands as if that would ground you from the delicious feeling of his tongue on your cunt. It was hard to tell if Leon was trying to teach you a lesson or if he was doing this out of his own enjoyment if the grunts leaving his chest were any indication of his intentions.
Leon knew exactly what he was doing. Pleasure built up in your stomach each time his tongue lapped at your swollen clit, he licked and sucked at you like a man on a mission, and you begged and cried for your release to be granted. And then his tongue would leave you to slip into your hole, starting you all over with the pressure of his thumb instead. Over, and over until you could feel frustrated tears prickle at the corners of your eyes.
“Ah—Leon please.” You didn’t know what you were begging for, your voice broken in your throat and your forehead pressed into the bed as he fucked you with his tongue and his thumb pressed on your clit. “Please, don’t do this to me, I need you so badly.”
Your pathetic pleads hit him like claymore. A sound resembling a growl rumbled in his chest and you were sure the imprint of his nails would be there for days to come after this. But you didn’t fucking care. This man hadn’t fucked you in weeks and you were on the edge of losing it if you didn’t have him inside you. It was a sentiment he shared, especially when you were begging for him like this.
“‘Course my pretty girl needs me to fuck her. That’s what you always need, isn’t it?” Arousal coated his tongue as he peeled himself from your sweet pussy. Begrudgingly so, his cock was painfully hard and he knew it.
“God, yes. It’s been so long.” You breathed out through gritted teeth, chest heavy as you prepared yourself for what was about to come.
“It’s only been two weeks. Did you miss my dick that badly?” He scoffed, his tone teasing as he ridded himself of his jeans. A heavy breath left his lips as he sat on his knees, his cock in one hand as he grabbed the back of your neck with the other.
You gasped, your eyes widening the tiniest bit and you inhaled sharply as you replied, “Two weeks too fucking long.” You dug your teeth into your bottom lip as you felt the tip of his cock press against your cunt.
“Since you wanted it so badly, you better take it like a good girl. And I mean it.” It was a promise sealed with his cock sliding into you, stretching and filling your walls like you had been craving since the last time you saw him.
Your mouth felt wide open at the intrusion, your forehead pressed against the sheets as he held you down by the back of your neck. Leon let his eyes flutter shut, a guttural sigh rumbling in his chest as he brushed his hair away from his eyes with his free hand, savoring the intoxicating feeling of your tight pussy squeezing his cock.
“Needed this so badly.” He groaned out, his head slightly thrown back as all the pent up frustrations that had built up over the past few weeks slowly began to leave his tense shoulders. It was with a vice grip on your hip that he began abusing your tight walls. And you could do nothing but take it all. You knew damn well you could never outrun him, outwrestle him, free yourself from his grasp. And you were perfectly okay with that. “Fuck. Been dealing with so much bullshit, from everyone, I just wanted to come home to my girl—to my sweet girl. And you had to piss me off today out of all days. Fuck off.”
His hips rutted against your ass to match the harsh words leaving his chest, all you could do was moan in response, heat rushing to your face both in arousal and embarrassment that he was calling you out like this.
“Leon—“ Your tone was a plea, an apology, a promise. You gasped, your arms stretched out in front of you as he wrapped his fingers around the roots of your hair and held you down, muffling out any other words you could’ve said to him.
“You just had to be such a fucking brat. But don’t worry sweetheart, you will get fucked like one.”
Oh, fuck yes.
You tried to tell him, but you don’t think he heard you, not with how you cried into the sheets when he leaned his body weight into your ass to pound into you harder, deeper. You were sure you could feel him in your goddamn stomach. You were crying, unable to do much but just take what he was giving you. And it wasn’t like Leon wasn’t rough sometimes, he would be if you asked. But it was never out of frustration with you. It was different, like something he had been holding back finally snapped. And you were eager to explore this foreign side of your otherwise sweet and gentle boyfriend.
“Taking me so well, honey.” He mumbled, voice gravelly as he leaned over your back, his chest flush against your body, caging you in. His words of rough appraisal were in your ear making the heat between your legs more and more unbearable by the second. But it was when he brought his beefy arm in front of you, hooking from shoulder to shoulder that you fucking lost it. He pressed his bicep to your neck, putting you in a fucking headlock as he damn near bullied your cunt. “This how you like it? Hm? You’re loving this, aren’t ya?”
You just knew you looked like a pathetic slut and you were barely getting started, lips parted, eyes rolled back into your head and your nails digging into his arm.
“Yesyesyes.” You gasped, words slurred and breathy, your pussy pulsing around his cock as your orgasm threatened too fucking fast for your liking. “Love it so much, Leon. Please, it feels so good. Wanna—“ You trailed off, your body spasming under his as he held you down on cock, your thighs shuddering as you tried so fucking hard to fight off your release, but failed miserably.
“Shit, already? You really did miss my dick, huh?” He breathed out a laugh, sneaking his hand in front of you to play with your swollen clit, giving you that little push that made you gush around him. You were sobbing, pleading his name as his cock glistened with your release. But he wasn’t letting up, he rocked his hips and his fingers played with your clit some more and you twitched in aftershock. “Ohh, that’s it, pretty girl. Being my good girl already.”
Your head was spinning, your vision blurry with tears of pleasure. You let your head fall back to his shoulder as you panted with exhaustion. But it was when Leon still sat hard inside you that you opened your eyes with a little suspicion.
“Doing okay, baby?” He pressed his lips to your jaw, lazily drawing his hips back, the filthy sound of his cock sliding back and forth inside your cunt reaching your ears like a sore reminder. You nodded slowly, gripping his arm still locked across your shoulders like vice. “Mhmm, good. ‘Cause I’m not done with you.”
“Huh—“
“Oh, don’t you worry that pretty lil’ head of yours, you’re getting exactly what you asked for.” You could just hear the devious smirk on his pretty lips as he flipped you over, you back hitting the bed with enough force to make you slightly bounce on it. There was a wide-eyed look on your face, slightly panicked. Which Leon took with his ever present shit-eating expression, his cock hard and glistening.
“Oh, fuck.” Fell from your lips when you realized just what you were in for and just what your uncalled for attitude was going to cost you. Leon almost laughed at the look on your face, effortlessly dragging you to meet his hips. He grabbed one of your ankles and pressed it flat to his shoulder, his other hand making quick work of slipping his cock back in your wet cunt.
“Oh, fuck—is right. Remember, you did this to yourself, honey. You and your bratty fucking attitude. An attitude I’m gonna fuck outta you—by the way.” He groaned, the words almost like a growl leaving his chest as he sank into you so easily from how wet you were.
You wanted to scream so badly, your hands instinctively flying to cover yourself, almost like you wanted to hide just how much you were enjoying your current predicament. In fact, this was exactly what you were craving, and Leon knew that damn well.
“Whatcha hiding for, hm? Doesn’t it feel good? C’mon. Lemme hear ya.” His words were teasing, laced with a mocking grin as he reached over to pull your hands down, his hips rutted against you as he sank so fucking deep you swore you could feel him in your cervix.
“God, yes. Feels so good, Leon.” You were gasping for air, mouth hanging wide open, trying—and failing, so hard to hold back the pathetic sounds that threatened to escape you. But with the way Leon drilled into you, your heel digging into his shoulder as you body slid back forth on the mattress, all you could do was scream.
“You’re taking me so well, sweetheart. You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?” The words rolled off his tongue with a little venom, a little bittersweet smile biting at his lips and his fingers dug into hips, holding you in place as he fucked you into the mattress like he didn’t care if you had bruises in the morning or if the walls had dents after this. “Yes, you are.”
You couldn’t help it. You really couldn’t. Not with the way this man was pounding you so hard and so perfectly your whole body was shaking, nothing but a blabbering mess at the mercy of his cock. The way he drove you past the point of overstimulation, you were so fucking done for. You could feel it, again.
“Fuck. Oh, God. Please, Leon—need to—“ You choked out, both wanting to run away from his cock and wishing he would split you wide open. Leon tilted his head at you, a breathy chuckle slipping past his lips as he leaned down ever so slightly, enough to grab your hair.
“Mhmm, look at you. Look at the goddamn mess you’re making on my dick.” He breathed out a laugh, his long fingers lacing around your hair as he forced you to look down where his cock was slipping in and out of your cunt, glistening. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your pretty nails digging into his arm as you accepted your fate, all but taking his cock until you gushed around his cock, for a second time. “Oh, there you go, baby. Such a good girl for me.”
You were gasping for air, sputtering incoherent curses and what sounded like Leon’s name, but he ultimately couldn’t even understand you. The utterly cock-drunk look on your face, face flushed and glistening with sweat, your mouth hanging open as you sobbed his name, Leon had to be honest, it almost made him come right then and there. He had to think about the astronomical stack of reports he had to do that day, the amount of bullshit he had to ensure from everyone and recite the entire D.S.O manual to stop himself from losing the little self-control he still hung on to.
Your head was spinning, your vision blurry as blood rushed to your head. You were panting as you brought your hands up to your face, unaware of whatever the fuck Leon was doing in that moment. With a soft hiss, he slipped out of you, leaving you empty for all five seconds. Without so much as a warning, he dragged you up the bed with his hands under your armpits like you weighed absolutely nothing. You had somehow slipped down to the middle of the bed amid his chaos. You squealed, about to say something when he leaned down to crash his lips against yours, it was messy, all tongue and spit as he tossed a bunch of pillows out of his way like they had just insulted him.
“Leon.” You whined, your throat raw and your heart pounding so hard against your chest you thought it was going to burst.
Leon tilted his head at you, a grin pulling at his lips as he moved between your legs, his glistening cock sitting between your slick folds as he pressed your knees against your chest, big palms flat against the underside of your thighs.
“You got one more in you, don’t ya, pretty girl?” He dug his teeth into his bottom lip, smugness rolling off his tongue and he laughed at the stammer coming from your lips. “You just feel so goddamn good. Don’t you wanna feel good, too?”
He didn’t even have to ask. He could slip in his cock without saying a word and you would be gushing all over it. But he loved hearing you say it—or at least agree. You would always agree. You always needed more of him. Everything he gave you, you took it, happily. You craved it, in fact. You could never say no to this man and he knew it. You were fucked the day you met him.
You nodded, eyes glossed over and cock-drunk. You could already feel your cunt throbbing around nothing in anticipation. Waiting, craving to be filled again. You even had a lopsided smile on your face, you were definitely insane, but you didn’t care.
It was like this is where he belonged. Deep inside your tight walls, making you so full you fucking cried. He needed this. As pissed off as he was a few hours ago, he would forgive anything you could possibly do, especially when this was how you made up.
“Fuck, sweetheart. You feel so good, what the fuck.” The words left him in a grunt as he fucked you for the third time. His pace picked up almost immediately, rough hips rutting down into you and the hairs at the base of his cock rubbed against your clit in the best way possible. “Where’s all that attitude now, huh?”
If you hadn’t been so damn fucked out, you would have rolled your eyes at him. But then again, that was the whole reason you were in the predicament in the first place. So instead, your response came in the form of a whimpered cry, your fingers laced deep in his hair as he watched your every move from above you. His hair fell over his eyes more and more with each snap of his hips. The headboard slammed steadily against the wall, steady and hard, to match each of Leon's movements. You just knew your next door neighbors were sick of your shit at this ungodly hour. But you were beyond showing any concerns.
“Fuckfuckfuck—please, please don’t stop. Feels so good. You make me feel so good, Leon.” You sobbed right in his ear, holding his face as he leaned his forehead down on your, using his big fucking body as leverage, keeping your thighs spread open for him to use you as he desired.
“Fuck, I love you so much. Even if you’re a brat and get on my goddamn nerves.” He chuckled through his teeth, his words a juxtaposition to how he folded you and was pounding into your abused hole.
“Mhmmm, love you. Love you so much, hun.” You mumbled, lips parted and eyes closed as you felt that buildup in your stomach. And you knew you were going to feel this one the most, already so overstimulated you wanted to cry.
Leon hummed, his pretty eyes glazed over and his chest began to glisten with sweat. His bruised lips were parted as he grabbed both of your wrists in one hand and pinned them above your head, all but forcing you to take his cock bullying your cervix. The way he folded you and handled you how he pleased, how his body was so much bigger than yours, how he was so much than you, it all made you so fucking delirious you weren’t sure how you were still even concious.
“You wanna come? Hm? Yeah, come all over my dick. C’mon, baby. Do it for me.” He coaxed, his lips on your jaw, on your neck, sucking and licking as he drilled into you so deep you were genuinely worried about just how the fuck you were going to walk tomorrow. But any and all thoughts left your head when he rubbed circles around your swollen clit with his free hand. You were gushing, sobbing incoherent sounds that sounded like Leon and fuck. He wasn’t sure, he was more focused on how tight you were squeezing his cock and how much he wanted to come right now. “Fuck, just like that. Take it all just like that. My pretty girl. All mine. Just for me.”
Leon was muttering nonsense too, moaning in your ear as he finally allowed himself to let go, filling your walls with his cum. He sat all the way in, keeping all of him deep inside you until it couldn’t anymore. He was already dreading having to wash these fucking sheets, your mixed releases seeping into the sheets beneath you and everything smelled of sex and sweat.
“You okay, pretty?” Leon’s voice was quiet, a rumble, not even a portion of the angry growl from earlier. He spoke into your neck as he cradled the side of your head as you fought to control your breathing. He always asked if you were okay after, without missing a beat. It was sweet. You breathed out a high pitched hum as you brought up a hand to your face, a dumb smile on your face as you giggled with post-sex bliss. “Lemme get you some water.”
He left a kiss to your cheek, and another to the side of your head before he pulled away from you. The room was still spinning for you, vision blurry as you half nodded before you closed your eyes. When you opened them again you found Leon staring down at you, face flushed red and hair brushed back by his fingers as he held a glass of water in his hand. You half sat up against the headboard, shakily reaching for the glass. He watched you with big eyes, baby blues soft as he had pretty much forgotten why he was mad at you in the first place.
“Don’t you have work in the morning?” He asked casually, catching a glance of his watch. 4:15 a.m. Yeah, you definitely weren’t getting up at seven. You nodded slowly, your eyes flicking up to catch his shit-eating grin, but not before sneaking a glance of his glistening chest. “Yeah, you wanna call in? You might as well just stay in that bed.”
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