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nsfw. dry humping, fingering, pet names, fem!reader x your favorite!. just a drabble
"say it." but, how are you supposed to? with your dress up your legs, his hands pressing your body against his hips and guiding you back and forth. your brain is as messy as the fabric of his jeans, wet under your panties. "c'mon, pretty. i'm waiting."
he lifts his leg and any coherent thought you had disappears. instead of your apologies, he listens to your moans, a single side smile escaping his lips. he's not even mad at you. he's just trying to prove he's the only one that can make you forget your name to moan his. your mouth opens, a silent plea for mercy. mercy he's not gonna give you, as his eyes scan your body hungrily, focusing on that shameless strap that falls down your shoulder in a rather sensual manner, caresing your skin, making him grip your dress harder at your hips. you find strength to speak between moans and whimpers. "i'm... sorry." he smiles again. oh, so cute! you're not even aware of what he wants from you. apologising? no, he doesn't want that. you did nothing wrong.
he's never like this. he's such a gentle lover, a sweet man. but now, legs spread around his thigh and hands on his shoulder, you're doing everything in your power to not melt under his words.
"why apologising, doll?" he gets closer, closer, so close you can smell his cologne and feel his breath on your neck. he kisses softly the spot right under your jaw. he drags his tongue lazily, slowly, up to the corner of your lips, leaving a wet trail. he kisses you again. "that's not what i wanted to hear, love. want me to give you a hint, hm?" you nod, you nod again, hips rocking against his leg. his eyes drop slowly from yours to your body, to his leg. he sighs before clicking his tongue. "oh, baby.... look at you. you're so wet, and i didn't even take your panties off..." he takes his hand up from your hips, index finger pointing towards your mouth. it's a silent order. lick it.
and you do. you take his finger on your mouth, tongue swirling around, saliva dripping to the base of his digit. he looks amused, but you look ruined. makeup running down your cheeks, throat sore from moaning and erratic movements searching friction. he takes the wet finger down, slowly. using the middle one, he takes the panties to the side. you've chosen that tiny white thong he loves, and he easily moves it away. he rubs your clit in circles, slowly, painfully slow. he exhales a trembling sigh. he's getting bricked up by seeing you ride his thigh. from seeing your wetness and feeling it against his finger. goddess, he wants to lie down in this exact couch and make you ride his face until he suffocates. he wants to lick every drop of your juices to avoid it running down your thighs and go to waste in front of such a thirsty man. he can taste it already, but he obligates himself to keep going, to keep drawing circles, to keep guiding your hips. you cry his name, a low whimper that sends a shiver down his spine. he coos, eyes searching yours, sharp eyes against your wet ones. "i'll help you, mhm" he brings his face closer again, lips almost touching yours when he speaks. "baby, i'm so lucky to have you." he kisses your throat, a chaste kiss against your skin. your cleavage. your shoulder. he hums in approval, and it makes you moan. fuck, he's so hot. "all to myself." he pauses his hand, adopting a slower rhythm that drives you crazy. "what would he think if he could see you now?".
and you get it. he's jealous. jealous of the way that guy on his business dinner looked at you. even when you only had eyes for him.
"all desperate for your man's fingers. for his mouth. for his cock." he smiles when you search more friction against him, but his hand stops your hips from moving at their own pace. "right, my love?" he asks, his fingers moving faster, his leg moving to rub against you "is it me who you need, darling?". you feel like there's not enough air to fill your lungs. your hands, that rested on his shoulders, travel quickly to his hand. you're unsure if you're trying to stop him to catch air or make him touch you faster. still, he's stronger. he laughs softly. "come on, doll. be good for me and i'll let you cum."
He takes you to your shared room, kissing you all the way up, before leaving you in the bathroom door. When he comes back, you're almost asleep in your side of the bed. he makes you drink a couple sips of water. he joins you, getting rid of his shirt and jeans, and cuddling you from behind. you sigh.
"you know? you're a very hot dom." you whisper. you feel his blod rushing to his face and his shyness after your words. he hides in your neck, arms wrapped around you, hands squeezing. he whispers against your ear.
"i love you, my love." he leaves a kiss on your jaw and a smile on your mouth.
seems real artist is likely https://www.instagram.com/mr.gromain?igsh=MXN4M3ZlbXprZ2p2cw== (via spacerockband in the comments)
if nothing else theyâre listed as zelda fan art of light dragon and dinraal on the insta so seems more legit than âfire dragonâ and âwhite dragonâ when its obviously dinraal and the light dragon
Summary: Maybe sometimes it's worth being a bit selfish
I hope you enjoy, it's inspired by all my anons Headcanons over DILF!Leon !! Also I read somewhere on Reddit that his favorite film was French connections so his daughter is named after a character in that
Words: 7.6k
Thank you Eva for beta reader @clitorphosis đ
Mornings like this were always his favourite, where the breeze flowed through that gap in the window that he never shut. His soft sheets wrapped around his body encasing himself in warmth that the fabric provided and let's not forget the small breaths that fanned over his chest as he tugged the little body closer. Her blond hair spewn out across his arm and chest as she clinged onto him for dear life. Heâd ignore the pain that rose as her fingers dug into his flesh, the action feeling somewhat familiar to others in his past. Leon was never sure how his life gave him these moments, how despite all the shit he has gone through his little angel shines brightly in it. Marie Kennedy, the guardian angel that saved her father from himself.Â
He would now never come to regret the decisions that led him to this point. All of his years of self torture wondering where his life was going and what his true purpose was meant to be; came crashing down as soon as her little finger held onto his when she was finally in his arms. It didnât matter that her mother wasnât a part of the picture, not when he promised himself to fill that role as much as he could for her. For now it was easy, listening to the 4 year old ramble about the disney princessâ. Half the words coming out as a babbled mess with a few he could understand mixed in.Â
The harder parts he was sure would soon come, but he now has an army of people who would help him.There was little point in him thinking about her older years, not when she was still so clingy that he couldn't do the reports at home without her sitting in his lap. Her pink crayons always end up scribbling a few lines in the corner of his reports. Thank god it wasnât unusual for Hunnigan to proofread them before she handed them in, there was now an eraser on her desk stained pink as she tried to scrub them away for him.Â
Leonâs work attitude improved, he no longer felt the never ending doom within his service. Instead, he focused on working hard to make the world a better place for his angel.Â
Leon worked his fingers through the blonde stands of her hair, detangling them before she's even woken up. He watched her as she snuggled further into his chest, as if she could get any closer without being completely on top of him. He wasnât sure when she had snuck her way into his bed last night but he wasnât going to argue or tell her off. He never did â not when his body instantly reacted everytime, pulling her into his safe embrace. The action was his favourite, the most soothing to him; after all it was the only place in the world he could ensure nothing would get to her. Not without the lack of trying anyway.Â
It was surprising that even with the sun periodically lighting up the room when the curtains would blow with the breeze that she still didn't wake. Leon no longer needed an alarm clock, not when Marie would come running in jumping on the bed excitedly begging for him to take her to the cafe.Â
Leon knew he couldnât cook for shit; he never really had to learn, not when he barely had the time to sit in his apartment before being called on another mission again. Most of the meals she ate were frozen foods, something quick and easy for him in case he did have to leave quickly. So it came to no surprise that her favourite meal of the day was breakfast. He wouldnât blame her either when you delivered the food, always with a large and welcoming smile.
Leon only ever tried his best for her. Everyone that had met the pair could see it. There wasnât anything that man wouldnât do for his little girl. He was never late to collect her or drop her off from kindergarten. Never bought his work home besides a few non-descriptive reports. Leon made sure that the home was filled with everything she needed; it was her little palace not his. It went as far as him even choosing to eat off the pink princess plates instead of boring âadultâ ones. Of course his angel made sure to get him his favourite character, Mulan always staring back at him once he finished.Â
Leon kissed the crown of her head, smiling at the waft of apple shampoo that filled his nose. In terms of waking up your energetic 4 year old, that's at least a pleasant way to do it. He chuckled as he felt her head shaking against his skin as she slowly rose, her tiny fists rubbing at her eyes before the smile came. The one that was always brighter than any star, sun or flash bang heâs seen. His favourite sight in the morning. âMorning sleepy headâ He soothed as she finally looked at him. Her arms wrapped around his neck giggling as she peppered his face with her small kisses.Â
He couldnât help but laugh along with her holding her body close. âMorning Daddyâ she replied, pulling back to look at him with nothing but love. He often found himself wondering if she would do the same as she grew up, if she would keep looking at him like the stars shined out of his ass. There was no hiding her from his past when she was older, the horrors were still too present in his mind and with technology advancing, who knows how long he would still be doing this.Â
However, he was forever thankful that he had people that looked after her a year ago. The world beat him too hard but for herâŠhe had to pull through. That situation now left her with an army of uncles and aunties, all willing to step in for him. To make sure that no matter what happened he could rest easy knowing she was taken care of. Â
Leon didnât get a chance to sit up before she bounced off the bed, her excited feet going in the motion to drag him awake. He smiled as she tried with all her might, just like every morning, to get him up. âAlright alright, Iâm getting upâ He laughed, his hand falling on her head stroking the hairs lovingly one more time before standing up. His body popped and cracked as he stretched it out, the abuse it's been through for many years now catching up to him.
Once dressed, Leon turned to see her playing silently with her rabbit, blabbering god knows what to the well loved toy. Her blond hair messy on one side, her cheek still red from where it was pressed against his warm chest. Once he was situated it was her turn, he practically chased her to the room. Following the sounds of playful giggles as she ran away. The pink walls were a form of comfort for him, the fairy stickers he remembered being a nightmare to place now made it feel magical. He always let her choose what she wanted to wear, only reminding her the items of clothing that she needed to find.Â
Outfit situated Marie sat in front of him, playing quietly with her toys as he worked on her hair. Carefully detangling it with the brush before braiding, silently reminding himself of the steps that Claire taught him. It was only a basic braid, nothing too complicated for him but it was enough to ensure her hair never got tangled and he didnât have to deal with nits when they broke out in her class. Leon cringed at the memory of the only time it happened, shuddering at her little sniffles as Claire and Jill worked the combs through the hair as gently as they could, whilst he stood there helpless. Only being able to offer her cuddles once the âtortureâ was over. Â
âBreakfast?â She asked him, looking at him with her version of puppy dog eyes. Not that she needed them with him. Leon grinned as she tried to contain her excitement, wiggling on the spot as he zipped up her coat. âStay still or Iâll get you angelâ He chuckled. It was a repeated phrase, her excitement and enthusiasm was one of the things he treasured most as she grew up. Sure she got in a few cupboards she shouldnât have when she began crawling and silence always unnerved this household. Ending up being the most common signal that she was up to something.Â
âDo you think sheâll be there today?â Her small voice asked as she watched him secure her mittens. He knew she was talking about you, her favorite person in the world. A title bribed with your seemingly endless knowledge on the princessâ she cared so much about and the tiny pancakes you forced the chefs to make for an infamous bunny. None of the other staff members seemed to care about them as he walked in there with her. Maybe it was because he had to deal with her mini meltdowns over it being your day off.
âIâm sure she will be Angel, she was there last saturdayâ He chuckled, watching as she paused, her features scrunching as she thought about it. Trying to determine if her dad was cruel enough to lie again.Â
There was a possibility that he should put more thought into you being her favorite person. Having to explain the connection and routine heâs created for his little one where her mood for the rest of the day is determined by your presence would be a tricky one. Even more so if it was to someone he was trying to date, not that he was trying to find someone. His love life had run dry since the screaming baby was introduced, the welfare of his toddler was more important than any woman he bought home. The drinking had slowed as soon as she was born, he can't drink himself to sleep every night if a newborn cries every 2 hours. Â
Her fingers clenched around his hand, holding tightly as he guided her to the car. The Disney CD started playing once he began to drive; he never really had the heart to turn it off and put something that he would have preferred instead. Even when she wasnât in the car. His Dad Rock days were on a pause for now.Â
The car was filled with the sound of his humming. Occasionally broken by half hearted responses to Marie as she babbled about the things they passed. Her sticky fingers left marks on the window, that he never would clean off, as she pointed at them. It didnât matter that they passed the same sights everyday or spoke about the same tree that was sprouting flowers now spring was around the corner. These moments are what made everything worth it.Â
Your body turned towards the entrance of the cafe, the sound of the bell above the door signalling someone had entered. The smile you wore was bright but it was still the fake one that was reserved for the customers you werenât familiar with. However, it was quick to change when you saw the familiar mop of brown hair and heard mummers of the deep voice you had grown familiar with, whispering a small curse as he tried to stop the toddler from colliding into your legs. You didnât care, he knew that but at least this time you had warning. You crouched to her level, arms open wide as she collided with you.Â
âThere's my favorite customer! Youâre later than normal, I thought I missed youâ you chuckled, holding her tight as she giggled. Leon stood to the side a smile forming on his lips as he watched over the interaction. He was holding her little pink backpack over his shoulder, His leather jacket was done up tightly around him, a black scarf laying uneven around his neck. âShe finally decided to have a lay in,â he chuckled, his hand soothing the girl's head once again as you pulled away from her. The interaction had gained the attention of the other customers, all of them smiling at the poor 4 year old who now cowered behind her daddy's leg. âYou guys just want the usual?â You asked him, holding your hand out for her to take as you began guiding them to the closest booth.Â
Leon watched as his angel sprinted to your hand, grasping it tightly before her rambles began again. No longer scared thanks to your distraction. âPlease, though a latte instead of the usual black coffee todayâ Leon replied as he took off her coat and helped her slide in the booth. âFinally get some sleep?â You asked with a sweet smile. You always gave him one of those, it was his little treat in the morning. One of the reasons he even came back here, seeing you interact with his daughter whilst he nursed the headache. You didn't care if your shift just started or you were about to finish, you always slid into the booth and spoke to him. Gave him the sense of normalcy he needed when stress ate away at him, when he would return from a mission the horrors still haunting him every time he blinked. You were there. Always there.
âEnough that the coffee doesn't need to be strongâ he chuckled. You smiled again, a silent encouragement towards him that he needed. You didn't know what he did for work, you didn't care. That's why you were loved here, sitting with anyone that looked like they needed it. The interactions give a sense of community to the lonely souls that washed up here. He was proud that he and his little girl got all of it when they came in. She needed a bond like this, maybe someday she would be able to turn to you for things she couldnât talk to him about. It was a dangerous line to think about, it often left him thinking about what things could be if he took it further. If maybe you were a part of her life in a way that was more than just the kind lady that gave her extra pancakes.Â
âI mean it's an improvement at least. Do we have Bunny with us today?â You asked, turning towards the girl that finally got herself situated. You laughed as Marie proudly showed it off, her small fingers wrapped tightly around the droopy ears. âWhat flavour pancakes are we both having today?âÂ
Leon couldnât help but flash another smile at the way you were talking to herâŠand the rabbit toy. Watching these interactions didnât stop the yearning for you he felt. However, Marie was still so young, introducing someone in her life that could possibly fill the role he couldnât might end badly. Having to explain why they arenât there anymore if things didnât work out was something that always lingered in the back of his mind. When it comes to the relationship that she had with you he doesnât want to ruin it because of a small blooming crush. It wouldnât be fair for her or you.Â
He watched you disappear to the kitchen, Marie finally turning to him again with the colouring activities you had placed on the table. Just like everyday he found himself colouring neatly in the lines of the silly cartoons on the paper. Whilst she scribbled blue over the top. She was lucky it was his favorite colour, so he could pardon her for ruining his neat lines. The vibrations in his pocket broke the bubble of peace he has created, a reminder of his responsibilities. The world didnât care if it was a saturday.Â
You watched from the coffee machine his brows pinch in frustrations, heard his tone become short as he looked down at his angel. You knew it wasnât a good phone call, likely him being called into work again. When you finally placed his drink next to the crayons that were chaotically laid around the table. The phone call ended and Leon was now laid back against the seat in defeat. âIs there anything I can help you with?â You asked him, sitting across from him in the booth. Your knee bumped against his, drawing his attention from the rather boring ceiling lights back to you. You offered him a tight lipped smile whilst he thought about your question.Â
âWork called me inâŠsomething aboutâŠimportant reportsâ He groaned, his hand reaching for the latte. It was funny watching his brows pinch at confusion as the latte art that stared back at him. A funny idea at the time, a cute smiley face. âYou always order a black coffee so I never get to do my infamous artâ You laughed. Leon smiled a soft chuckle escaping his lips, his frustrations momentarily on hold as he looked at the smiley face that stared back at him. You watched his adam's apple bob as he sipped the hot beverage. The burn of the liquid is a more favourable one compared to the other drinks he was used to. âThere's no one to watch her. Everyone I trust is busyâ He sighed, leaning back against the chair in defeat.Â
âDo you trust me?âÂ
Leon paused, his whole body stiffened at your question. His gaze was intense as he scanned you contemplating your words. âI doâ He nodded, âBut whilst youâre at work? I canât ask you to watch her as you do thatâÂ
âLeon, I promise you itâs fine. I go off shift in a few minutes anyway. You both came in later rememberâÂ
You watched him think it over again, his eyes flicking between you and his angel. It wasnât about her this time, he knew she would be in good hands with you. The time you spend bonding over the years heâs visited didnât account for nothing. He was justâŠthankful you would do this for him. To change the plans of your day to help him, it was a strange feeling in his chest. Perhaps his weakness is his little girl, if any woman showed an ounce of love towards her he would fall to his knees it would appear. âIf itâs not too much trouble, I can drop you off at mine or yoursâŠI donât know which is easiestâ He sighed, his hands grasping the mug tightly.Â
You didnât miss how tight his grip was, his nerves put on a back pedal for her. A wall that he held proudly and strongly to ensure Marie never knew what was happening. âYour place is fine. Besides, watching Movies all day with this little sweetheart sounds much better than laundryâ You joked, looking over at the young girl that finally perked her head up at your sentence. Her blond hair swished rapidly as she nodded excitedly at the idea of a playdate with you.Â
Marieâs reaction sold him. She was never this excited when the others looked at her, it was like she had forgotten about him entirely. He watched as she scooted around to your side of the table, the scribbled mess being dragged with her. âThank youâ He sighed, his posture finally relaxed again. âYou donât have to thank meâÂ
âI doâÂ
The car ride lacked any awkwardness. It felt almost like you belonged in the passenger seat, belting out the songs with your favourite duo. Despite the fact you were the only person in tune and singing the correct words. You didnât miss his smile or the twinkle in his eyes. Leon had his arm propped up on the door of the car, his eyes remained on the road. You almost wanted to reach over the center console and lay your hand on his thigh but that would be wrong. You werenât doing this to get in his pants.Â
You did it because despite the way he hid behind a wall of cringey dad jokes and his care for othersâŠfor his daughter, you saw his longing for a complete family. So he didnât have to explain why every kid had a mommy and she didnât, to have a conversation as to why she wasnât wanted by someone in that way. He craved for someone to fill the gap that was so glaringly obvious in this houseâ you could see it despite the fact he never mentioned it. Never asked for it either, he dealt with the hand he was given just as he always did.Â
It wasnât wrong for you to think it could be you. To hope it could be you. You loved them both, they created a sense of safety just as you did for them. It was clear that you would be a perfect match with how natural this felt. You understood why he was cautious, you knew he was a man with a dark past â a closet full of skeletons. It didnât stop you from wanting him to dive head first into his arms without caring about what happens after. You needed them as much as they needed you.Â
Leon gave you a quick tour as well as a scribbled note of her evening routine in fear he couldnât escape early enough. Until eventually with enough reassurance from you and slobbery kisses from his toddler he left. Leaving you both to a house stocked with enough blankets to build a fort.Â
âSoâŠhow about we build a palace?â You asked the girl, looking down at where she was standing next to you. Her face covered in a small pout, her bunny clutched tightly in her arms as she waited for her dad to come back. It was adorable to see this side of her because normally you would only catch the energetic side where she would talk to you for hours over pancakes. You didnât see the quiet toddler, the shy one that needed her daddy to feel safe. Marie looked up at you, her brain considering the idea before shyly nodding a grin slowly replacing the frown. You knelt before her, taking one of her small hands in your own. A large grin plastered on your face when you asked âWhere are all the blankets?âÂ
Some would call it a mess but you would call the perfect palace for the perfect little princess. At least she was treated as such in this house. The floor was covered in the couch cushions, Leonâs duvet laid over the top creating a layer of comfort. Trust the man to not cheap out on his bedding, the feather duvet felt heavenly as you both tested out beforehand. You tried to ignore the butterflies that became persistent as you became surrounded by the scent of him. The Cedarwood and musk instantly calms the two of you.Â
She helped you hold the blankets as you pinned them in place. Running around giggling as she collected her favorite stuffed toys to add inside, the giant squishmellows worked as the perfect cushions. As you were setting up her star projector for ambience she appeared at the door of the fort in her onesie. The perfect slumber party, it was a shame you didn't have your PJs.
 âLooking cuteâ you smiled at the girl, watching her spin around to show it off. The unicorn onesie was a clash of bright pinks and purples, but it suited her perfectly. You couldn't have picked out a better one for her yourself. âDo you not have one?â She asked, walking closer to you for help with the zipper. You watched her brain contort as you helped her. Seeing the adorable comparison between her and her father's micro expressions, the way her brows pinched together as she thought. Her toothy grin now replaced with a tight lipped smile, almost like she was thinking of a solution that didn't involve you just cuddling in your work uniform. âIt's okay, sweetheart. You're so cosy that it's enough for the both of usâ you grinned hoping it will wipe away the slight frown on her face.Â
You held out your hand offering it to her so she could follow you to the kitchen as you prepared her dinner. She sat on the counter watching you from a safe distance, rambling about anything that came into her mind. You tried to ignore the rising baby fever in the situation. Tried to ignore how natural this feltâŠhow domestic it felt.Â
The two of you were so engrossed in the domestic atmosphere that you missed the slam of the front door. As well as missing the muttered âwhat the fuckâ as the intruder approached the living room and was met with the cosy fort. Leon was home earlier than he thought, not that he was going to argue anyway. He was grateful for it, not wanting to keep you any longer than he needed. He also knew first hand how hard bath and bedtime was with his girl. However when he turned around, naturally following the sound of laughter his heart stuttered at the sight. It was everything he wanted for herâŠfor himself.Â
After putting the dinner in the oven you were now dancing around with the young girl to some random disney song you chose on your phone. Her small hands in yours, her blond hair whipping around with her. Laughter filled his home, it warmed the space up, ignited the home feeling he always craved for her. Leon wanted nothing more than to move and press himself against the sway of your hips. His eyes flicked between the enjoyment of the moment and you. There was no denying his attraction anymore, not when he wanted nothing more than to finally claim you as part of this familyâŠas his. You slotted so perfectly â there was no other option than you belonging here.Â
âSo was I not invited to this party?â Leon chuckled, his voice cutting through the enjoyment of swaying and jumping. Marie let go of your hands, her small frame bolting it to him, the laughter following her. Was it wrong to think about how good it would feel to join in their hug? To have him press a kiss against your temple as you both welcomed him home. The more you stayed the more you wanted it. Wanted him. âWell, we set up a movie night for the two of you to enjoyâ You spoke, smiling at him softly before gathering your things. You needed to leave, they didnât need you here. He had told you countless times he wanted to focus on her and not a womanâŠnot until she was old enough.Â
âYouâre leaving?â Leon questioned, placing Marie back on her feet before guiding her gently to her toys. She didnât argue, not with him. âUhâŠyeah, you are back right? I donât want to intrude or anythingâ You replied standing awkwardly at the doorway of the hall. Leon looked between you and the fort, his brows furrowing as he fought with himself to let the question slip between his lips. The invitation to stay the night. He would be more than happy to sleep on the couchâŠor what remained of the couch. If it meant that you stayed, that you could keep the happiness you bought in the home he wanted you in and not the booth. âPlease stay, I hate for you to waste all your time making a cool fort and not use itâ He invited, a small smirk placed on his lips.Â
There was no argument that would be valid, not when he looked at you like that. When his eyes spoke louder than his mouth, his silent admission that he wanted you here. âI suppose it would be pretty lame to miss out after all that effortâ You smiled, setting your bag back down on the kitchen table. Your coat was forgotten from where it was draped along the dining chair. You couldnât help but blush as the intensity of his expression increased, for once he looked relaxed and happy.Â
It was hard not to admire him in the dim light of the laptop screen, to see the way his arm held the now sleeping toddler against him. He knew he should have carried her to bed a while ago but she was the only thing keeping you separate from him, a barrier he didnât realise he needed until he looked at your content face. Watch the rise and fall of your chest as you laughed at the movie. âGuess Iâll put her to bedâ He whispered, adjusting the girl onto his lap so he could carefully carry her. It was hard not to notice the muscles move, his arms on display now his jacket had been discarded.Â
It was cute seeing him struggle to manoeuvre himself out of the door, silently fighting with the blanket you used. Leon froze when your fingers brushed past him, his breath catching in his throat as he caught the smell of your perfume as you leaned forwards to pull the blanket aside. âThanks,â He muttered. He couldnât look at the soft smile on your face, not when you were this close. The few loose strands of your hair tickling his cheek as you nodded.Â
He took the time to steady himself as he put Marie to bed.He sat in the silence of the room watching the slow rise and fall of her chest; a sign that she was okay as always. It reminded him of when she was first born and he would sit and watch her newborn chest rise and fall not quite believing that she was okay, that she was really there. He was so alone in those moments, spending so many nights wondering if he was really cut out for this shit. Yet, when he texted you, late at night begging for someone to talk to after she wouldnât stop crying, you always replied. Then when morning came and the tired father made his appearance at the cafe, a baby finally asleep in the car seat still, you soothed him and her.Â
It was only then he realised that you integrated yourself in their life, helped them in the role they both neededâŠa mother and a partner. With one more kiss to her head Leon left the room finally deciding to be a little selfish for once.Â
He had to admit it felt pretty stupid crawling back into the tent, the lack of his child changing the atmosphere now there wasnât a barrier in between the two of you. âDid she wake up?â You asked him, his thigh pressed against yours. It felt childish sitting in this fort, like no one was going to hear the admissions you both clearly wanted to release. âShe didnâtâÂ
The silence wasnât awkward, that much Leon was thankful for. He just had so much to say, so many things to thank you for. This was too much, helping him out, looking after her like this. Marie never argued whilst you looked after her, he didnât have a text to inform him of a tantrum she had. âI need to thank youâ He whispered, his attention solely remaining on his hands, picking at the skin nervously. You didnât respond, instead you watched him. Watched as the slow creep of blush bloomed upon his cheeks under your gaze. His eyes flicking to the side and back to you. Leon always oozes confidence, never once showing you the person behind the front. Now his daughter wasnât hereâŠhe didnât have to pretend he was strong. That he didnât need validation of his efforts in her life.Â
âYouâre a good dad, Leon. The best Iâve seenâ You spoke softly. He jumped as your hand slid into his, squeezing it gently.
 âYou think so?âÂ
When he turned to look at you, you finally broke. His eyes were soft as if he couldn't believe the words you spoke, the small praises that left your lips. It was foreign to him. He gasped when your lips pressed against his, his hands instantly pulling you onto his lap holding you tightly. âI know soâ You whispered when you pulled away, your foreheads touching. The longer you sat on him like this, relishing in the feel of his hands â his cock hardened. He couldnât help it, not when your lips learned his quickly already tugging on the bottom one with your teeth. The harder he got, the more greedy he became.Â
Leonâs tongue ran along the bottom of your lips, prodding gently between them demanding access before slipping in. He whimpered as you moved, the subtle attempt at getting closer dragging along his throbbing dick. You heard his breaths as you pulled away, your hands slipping underneath your shirt. Dragging the fabric above your head slowly. âFucking hellâ He groaned, his hands already moving up your waist. You moaned as his lips attacked your sides, kissing and biting his way along them. You threw your head back, breathing heavily at his affection. Each pinch of pain adds to your now throbbing core.Â
The more he tasted, the more he wanted. You didnât care how he pulled you to the side, manoeuvring you so he was above. You watched his abs clench as he pulled his shirt off, you were sure he was flexing them but you werenât one to judge. Not when he was so pretty like this and it wasnât because of the stars that projected over his skin. âThat thing is so brightâ He laughed, lowering his head to nip at the nape of your neck, sucking softly at the skin, whilst he hid away from the projector. âI mean itâs sort of romantic, we are under the stars I guessâÂ
It was only fitting that as he removed your final layers you were both enclosed in the fort, that this little moment was for the both of you and not the outside world. He wouldnât let his horrors taint you or Marie. Not in this apartment. His mouth attached itself to your pussy, his tongue working on thick stripes between your folds. Leon needed to worship you, to taste the sweetness you allowed him too. No amount of orgasms he could give you would even make up the slow burn of this moment. Of all the time you listened to both him and his daughter crying down the phone offering only your kindness.Â
He nipped at your sensitive bud, sucking the whines out of your body. He loved the way your thighs squeezed around his head, muffling his senses. His hands pried your thighs apart, keeping you open for him as he continued his assault. âDonât close up on me nowâ He mumbled against your lips, each breath cooling the arousal and saliva that collected on your skin.Â
Leon got lost in you, the taste, feel, scent of you. Nothing else mattered. It wasnât fair you couldnât please him; give him the pleasure and relaxation he needed. Leon wasnât sure he was going to be able to look you in the eyes and take your love, the pleasure and attention he needed from someone that wasnât his little girl or his friends. For now he allowed himself to get drunk on the taste of you.Â
Your hands tugged at his brown hair, pulling him closer to your core. You could feel his breaths against your skin, sucking in harshly against your twitching clit. âLeon-âÂ
He moaned at the plea of his name, wanting to draw it from you again and again. He worked harder, his tongue prodding against your entrance entering you briefly before continuing its sloppy attack on your clit. He could feel you buck against this face, your thighs shaking as they tried to close around him. He needed to give this to you, to allow you one orgasm before his own. It had been so long since he experienced this, the love was suffocating, making him dizzy. He wasnât sure how long he would last when he was finally able to sink into you.Â
Leon smirked as he felt your body relax and slump against the bed. It was only then he lifted away from you, spit and arousal coating his puffy lips. His eyes were hazy as they stared down at your form. You watched his cock twitch above you in the dim light, the heat you were both creating causing a light layer of sweat to form over the two of you. When you finally met his eyes again you smiled, so sweetly at him he felt his arms buckle. âI want you LeonâŠI want to be a part of your life, this homeâŠpleaseâ You begged.Â
It was different than anything he wanted, you werenât begging for the pleasure he could give you but instead for the love. The stability of a family. You were begging to intricate yourself in this home, in their life deeper than you already have. Who was he to deny you? Leon didnât respond when he hitched your thighs on his, aiming his leaking tip towards your entrance. You felt his fingertips run along your hips, his eyes watching for your approval. âI want you to be tooâ He groaned as his tip notched at your entrance.Â
Your eyes flicked down waiting to watch as he sunk himself deep inside of you, but he didnât move. Leonâs eyes were shut tights, his breaths coming out short and sweet as he felt your entrance twitch around his hip. Your intense gaze begging for him to move silently. Instead, once he had collected himself he moved. Sliding his cock throughout your folds, the tip making its appearance before sliding back out of view. You felt every one of his veins then ran along the underside of his dick, his pre-cum smearing with the arousal that dripped out of you.Â
Leon smirked as he watched you whimper each time he pressed himself against your clit. The sharp bolts of pleasure had you arching into him, wriggling in an attempt to notch himself inside you. Just like the both of you needed. To your credit it worked, his lubricated cock slid in with ease, a moan of his filling the tent. It was loud, of course he was going to be loudâŠit had been so long since he felt this. Poor guy was so selfless.Â
Your breath hitched as you stretched to accommodate his size. He filled you perfectly. There was no stopping him, not when he felt you like this. Not when he sunk so perfectly in your warmth, your body doing nothing but love him back. Your body arched into him, your hips angled perfectly to add the friction you needed from his happy trail. His arms flexed next to your head as he hovered above you further. You hadnât expected him to be so vocal, to be so demanding with your pleasure before his.Â
âFuck-â He grunted, the restraint snapping as he craved more, craved to be deeper. To bury himself to the hilt inside you. You didnât object, you wouldnât - not when it felt so fucking good. The wet sounds of your pussy and his low grunts filled your ears. It was too much, you lost yourself in the sounds, drooling and begging for more. His hips snapped harder, his hand grasping as the sheets near your head. You were suffocated in the feel of him, the scent that lingers the duvet beneath you, his lips that dragged across your breasts.Â
âCome on, youâre so close for me babyâŠI can feel itâ He begged. âPleaseâŠbabyâŠâÂ
He felt his balls tighten, he was too closeâŠfar too close. He wanted the release, to feel his cum spill inside of you but itâs been so long. So long since heâs felt this, buried his cock in something that wasnât a cheap flesh light or his lubed hand. You whined when he stopped moving, instead sat his cock so far inside you. It now twitched as your walls clenched around him, his eyes screwing shut as he willed his orgasm away for just a little longer. Edging himself like heâs done many times before.Â
Leonâs grip was tight on your hips as you attempted to writhe against him, to draw the pleasure that was fading away back. âStopâŠI donât want to cum yetâ He grunted, his grip was bruising as he desperately commanded you to stop. âLeon â Please..I was so closeâÂ
âI knowâŠchrist woman be patient pleaseâÂ
You waited, your hips stilled but the whimpers still escaped your lips. His fingers toyed with your clit, pulling the hood back to expose the erect nerve. Your whimpers turned into moans, your hands grasping at his wrist leaving small crescent marks as you dug them âPleaseâŠyesâŠâ You begged as he continued his assault. Your walls clenched around his stiff length that was still buried inside you, stuffed so far inside it made your eyes water. He didnât stop the squirm of your hips, not when they loosely circled around his cock. Giving him some form of pleasure as he throbbed inside of you.Â
He knew you were close, the volume now being replaced with breathless whimpers. âCome on babyâŠI know youâre thereâ He mumbled against the skin of your breast. His teeth tugging and sucking on the peaked buds, devouring the flesh as you pressed it further into his mouth. The pleasure was searing hot throughout your system, your brain lingering on the edge of too much and not enough. You needed him to pump everything he could inside you, to feel his cock drag in and out of your walls in a desperate speed.Â
âLeon pleaseâŠmoveâŠThereâs going to be more times we can do thisâÂ
You were right, he knew you were but it didnât stop him from wanting to take his time. To worship you at the same time he got to sink himself into you. He knew a few thrusts is all it would take to send him over the edge, his pleasure too close to guarantee the feeling of yours first. âNo babyâŠyou can do it like this, Iâm filling you up niceâ He groaned, his lips detaching themselves from your swollen nipple. His attention already moved to your other one whilst his finger flicked and circled around your sensitive buds. âLeonââÂ
He ignored you, his hips never moving. His cock twitching inside you, his fingers and tongue working on your nerves was all you were going to get. Leon eventually smiled when he started to feel your body tighten up around him. Your thighs twitching over his, hips grinding against him no matter how hard he tries to stop it. With a whine you came, gushing around his cock as it twitched painful like it was begging for him to finally move.Â
Leon whimpered as he began to drag his cock out of your walls fucking you to overstimulation. His head falling into the crevice of your neck kissing the soft skin of your collarbone. âFuckâŠyou are so goodâ He whined. He focused on himself, his balls tightening, preparing to release himself deep inside of you for the first time. âI love you Leonâ You breathed against his hair, kissing the crown of his head. His thrust was sharp as he finally spilled himself inside of you. You smiled at the warmth it gave off, the feeling of him filling you.Â
Leon didnât move away, he remained where he was, in this small bubble of safety â comfort â love.Â
âI love you tooâ He mumbled against your skin. With a small tug on his hair he lifted his head. The kiss you shared was nothing short of perfection, the unspoken words you both had to say pouring into it softly. Not like before. The two of you settled, exhaustion lingering as you watched the stars move around on the blankets. The silence felt right, his heart beating steadily lulled you to sleep. He pulled one of the many blankets around the two of you, holding you close as the tiredness crept in for him as well.Â
The sound of giggles awoke you, the soft music filling the room. You spotted his shirt next to you, folded neatly with a clean pair of his boxers placed on top. The blanket closed, giving you the privacy you needed to change. As you pulled back the blanket you faltered observing the scene in front of you. Marie was propped against his hip, her head tucked against his shoulder as the scent of bacon welcomed you. Soft rock filtered around the kitchen, different to the usual disney songs. âMorningâ You greeted him, your hand encircling his waist on the other side. He jolted at your touch, still not used to someone other than his daughter wanting to be close.Â
His unease faded as he smiled, brighter than any you have seen in the years you have known him. This is what he wanted, what he needed. You smelled of him, the slight musk that lingered on his shirt permating your skin. You looked adorable, comfortable, happy.Â
âWe were just making you breakfast, someone was excited to see you stayed the nightâ He laughed. Adjusting Marie on his hip as he tried to prepare the breakfast. âLucky meâ You spoke, holding your hands out for his daughter. The small girl smiled, happily moving from Leon to you. Her arms wrapped tightly around your neck as you both watched him finish off. You truly did belong here.Â
It's the way my heart went crazy with this one. I took my time with it so the joy would last long omg. Such a lovely story, you write so beautifully đ«¶đŸ
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