A few days ago, you divulged your love for Leon’s arms, and it might’ve been the best decision you ever made.
He’s got you pinned against him, back to chest, feet balanced atop the muscle of his thighs. Spread wide open, bare and exposed, helpless in the way he traps your throat between bicep and forearm.
“This what you had in mind?” he asks, circles a wet finger over your clit, a ghosting touch that leaves your hips canting upward. Almost frantic, a silent pleading, but he traps you steadfast.
You’re a little light-headed, blistered beneath the skin, needy and fidgeting. Maybe you want him to hold you still, to fit you tight against him, to fight against your struggle—something carnal deep down that gets off on his strength, the power you know he can wield over you.
The button of his jeans digs into the curve of your ass, and you’re desperate to grind against him. You clench around nothing and the emptiness gnaws at the base of your spine, horrific in its yearning.
“Leon, come on—“
He wishes to tease tonight, but he isn’t heartless. Proven when he heeds your begging and slides two thick fingers into you, slicked up, lewd in sound. He squeezes tighter around your throat, presses a kiss to the top of your head, and curls hard against sensitive nerves. Over and over again in perfect rhythm.
“Like this?” he asks, but he already knows the answer. When you squeeze tight around him, stretch a hand over his forearm, whine low in your throat. “More?”
“Please.”
Your vision begins to speckle and fizz, and pleasure coils blinding hot in the pit of your stomach. At his mercy, desperate for anything he’ll give you—the helplessness breaks you apart, soaks you between the legs. The sound of his pumping fingers is filthy and slick, and your cunt sucks him in. Begs more than your mouth ever could.
“There you go,” he says, half-groan half-soothe. Makes room for the fingers you circle over your clit. A delicious overstimulation that tenses your thighs and leaves you arching your back against him. “There you go, baby.”
You meet each thrust of his fingers with a tilt of your hips, exhale a stuttering moan when he begins to grind the bulge of his cock against the curve of your ass. When he pulls you hard against his chest and whispers a string of praise into your ear.
So good for me.
So tight.
Feel that? Feel what you do to me?
Look how pretty you are.
You cum with a pitiful squeak, and he squeezes tighter around your throat, and you wish to die exactly like this: ruined and choking and deprived in a way that still feels like he gives you everything you need. Only him, though. God, only him.
“Up,” he says, tone jagged at the edges.
You’re still wracked with aftershocks, but his breath has turned heavy and low and you know what comes next. Pray that you’re right.
When you rise off of him and hear the zipper of his pants, you almost collapse. Knees weaken further—yes, god, yes yes—
The head of his cock slides over the sensitive swell of your clit, smears precum over hot flesh, and you fight to regain your bearings. Your ears ring, a muffled cotton fill that quiets his groan when you sink down onto him. A hand finds your hip, keeps you still while the other arm fits your neck inside its bend.
You could die like this. Happy. Content. Sated. Bless this man and his willingness to indulge.
He steals your breath and fucks up into you and steals your breath even more. Muscular hips pound against your ass, and he sighs and moans and whines into your ear, and all you can do is sit and take it and fuck you’ve never loved anything or anybody more in your entire life.
You reach for his hand, desperate in your longing, and he laces your fingers together over the swell of your hip. A bit of tenderness, an I love you amidst the rough treatment—a treatment you begged for.
He gives a wet kiss to the curve of your cheek and god, you love him, too.
It was the early summer, and the world was alive with the promise of new beginnings. As you lay in bed, wrapped in the warmth of Carlos' embrace, you felt a sense of contentment that you had never known before. For you and Carlos, this was a time of joy and happiness, a time when anything was possible.
As you drifted off to sleep, you felt Carlos' lips brush against your forehead, leaving a soft kiss that made you smile. It was a small gesture, but it meant everything to you, a reminder of the love and tenderness that you shared.
The next morning, you woke up to find a sticky note on your forehead, with Carlos' neat handwriting scrawled across it. It read, "Good morning, my love. I had to leave early for a mission, but I'll be back soon. I adore you." The words filled you with warmth and affection, and you couldn't help but smile as you peeled the note off your skin.
As you got out of bed, you felt the familiar pang of loneliness that always came when Carlos was away. But you knew that he would be back soon, and that thought was enough to keep you going.
As the days passed, you found yourself missing Carlos more and more, longing for his touch and his warmth. But every morning, you woke up to find a new note on your forehead, each one more romantic and heartfelt than the last. Carlos had a way of making you feel loved and cherished, even when he wasn't there.
And then, one day, you woke up to find Carlos standing at the foot of your bed, a bouquet of flowers in his hand and a smile on his face. He had come back from his mission, and he was home.
Without a word, he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close and kissing you deeply. It was a kiss that spoke of everything that you had shared, a kiss that promised a future full of love and happiness.
As you pulled away from him, you couldn't help but smile, knowing that you were exactly where you were meant to be. With Carlos by your side, you could face anything that life threw your way, and you knew that your love for each other would endure forever.
And so, as the early summer days stretched out before you, you and Carlos spent your time exploring the world around you, savoring each moment of joy and wonder. For you, there was nothing more important than the love that you shared, and you knew that with Carlos by your side, you could face anything that life threw your way.
Imagine Luis enjoying his time with you amidst the storm. Now imagine his frustration after when it’s cut short.
Warning: Yes, you got it- there is indeed SMUT ahead. Read no further, minors. For mature, thirsty audiences only.
A/N: Continued from this imagine by popular demand. Thank you, everyone, for enjoying my work. The likes/reblogs, the comments/tags- those pings make my day. Y’all are golden so hope this piece brings a lasting smile ;)
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He kept your legs spread by holding the bend of your knees in his strong hands. It was to keep you still but how could you when his head was deep between your thighs and his mouth was performing wonders that made you tingle rapturously all over? Your hands are buried in his thick, dark hair, pulling tightly when his tongue swirls upon your nerves and your head spins fiercely at the sensation. When he hums, the vibrations from his mouth nearly makes you faint.
When Luis said that he was going to savor you- he meant it. The man is enthusiastically devouring your sensitive organ like it was the finest and last meal he’ll ever have. You lost track of how long he’s been at it, mind numb from the onslaught of sparks going off in the pit of your stomach under his teasing. And although the rain outside pounded loudly, you had to bite your lip to prevent yourself from moaning, not wanting your sexual excitement to draw any infected to your location. Luis, however, was making that very difficult, hungrily sucking your building orgasm to the surface. Just as you’re about to tip over the edge, mouth agape to let it all flow out, he releases you with a sinful pop.
The suddenness of his absence forces out of you a throaty whine in protest. You look down at him in exasperation. “Luis, what the hell?” A deep chuckle reaches your ears in turn.
“¿Estás bien?” he asks with a devilish grin, rising from his spot to hover over you. He’s in front of you now, his lust-filled eyes appraising your disheveled form before he dips down to claim your lips. He didn’t even give you a chance to voice your complaint, a desperate sigh the only thing you were able to utter as he skillfully wrestles your tongue with his. You must indeed look like a carnal mess, absolutely ruined by just his mouth alone.
When Luis pulls back once more, he’s peppering your neck with ravenous kisses before retracing his path with a long leisurely swipe of his tongue. It was like he had to keep his mouth on you at all times, like he can’t get enough of your taste. You can also feel his hardness rubbing hot against your inner thigh and you bend your leg to purposefully brush along the skin, catching his hips buckle. The man bites your neck for your tease, earning him an erotic gasp from you.
“It’s a shame we’re in such a dangerous place,” he muses lowly. “I would love to hear how loud your voice can get when you come undone for me.”
You couldn’t help but play with him. “That a challenge? What makes you think I’d scream for y-”
A sharp yelp escapes you upon the intrusion of a sinful finger slipping inside your tight opening. A shameless, mirthful grin dons Luis’s handsome face at your uninhibited reaction.
He winks, “Call it a hunch.”
This man is a menace, you thought. Any further protests you can possibly verbalize was dashed out of your mind when he moved his finger in and out of you. Desire beginning to build deep within your core once again. He was slow and methodical, exploring your insides for every nerve that made you squirm upon contact. Luis’ smile widens when he thoughtfully observes you moving your hips to meet his ministrations.
“You feel like you’re ready.” he comments, desire burning bright in his grey eyes. “Are you?”
Judging by the subtle urgency laced in his question, he too was affected by this slow tortuous dance. It stirred something fierce inside you knowing that he didn’t just want you to follow him in this mutual pursuit of sexual satisfaction, but also to make sure that you met him on the same level- that you want this just as badly as he did. And boy, did you want this. Want him.
“Take me, Luis.” you firmly say in anticipation, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him in until your noses touched. “Please. I need you.”
That was all the man needed to hear to remove his hand from your warmth and gather your knees in his hands once again to raise your legs apart. You can feel the head of his member at your opening, prodding to dive home inside. Luis catches your eyes meaningfully. “You tell me if we need to stop. ¿Si?”
At your nod, he pushes in slowly. Carefully. Intimately. The pain of his cock stretching your walls makes you wince, but at the same time, you relish in the burn. Becoming one with Luis was so indescribably intense, you couldn’t help but cry out softly. Your fingers ran through his dark strands before gripping them taut to brace beneath him. By your ear, you hear him growl ravenously when you pulled at his scalp.
The man above you sharply sucks in his breath, finally seating himself all the way in and doing his best to maintain control even though every synapse firing in his brain told him to fuck you with abandon. Your warmth gripped around his cock so tightly it made him shake. You thought he would spill inside you then and there, but Luis restrains himself beautifully, muttering curses in his native tongue.
His voice drips low with palpable lust, “Mierda. Tú serás mi muerte.”
After a moment of catching breath, the two of you share a silent exchange of looks and he begins the dance with a pace unhurried and experimental, offering you time to relax and adjust to his size. You can feel him throbbing with each push and pull, the pulsing heat making your whole body shiver delightfully. You were a panting mess already, the sensations too good.
Seeing the discomfort soon leave your face, Luis’ eager thrusts gradually pick up speed and all control was thrown out the window to die out in the storm. The erotic sound of skin slapping bounces loudly off the walls, mingling with ragged breaths. Unrestrained groans rip from his throat deep within his chest causing you to moan feverishly alongside him. You don’t think either of you cared for the noises you were making anymore. It turned you on, hearing this man take pleasure in your body, him working your flesh so fervently to guide you to your peak. A particularly sharp snap of his hips throws your head further into the pillows and a bellowing cry escapes you. A determined glint flashes over the Spaniard’s eyes and he angles himself to push deep against that same sweet spot, setting your nerves alight. The bundle of energy below burns intensely, triggering off like fireworks growing hotter and hotter until you feel yourself on the verge of exploding.
Luis beholds you then. To say he is fascinated by you wouldn’t suffice. He is completely and utterly ensnared by you- by the expressions you make, the way your body responds to his attentions, the way your mouth opens only to have your breath stolen by a calculated thrust of his hips. He relishes how you tighten around him and you weren’t even trying, you were simply taking what he was giving. And Luis was only ever so enthusiastic to give you everything he had.
“Mi amor. Are you close?” he grunts. His gaze changes between you and the space where your bodies continuously meet over and over again, evidently enthralled with carnal satisfaction how his sex pummels inside of you before retreating and diving back repeatedly.
Unable to answer him, the deep plunges of his cock knocking the air from your lungs into guttural gasps, you shakily nod before covering your mouth with the back of your hand to dampen your erotic cries. Luis sees what you’re doing and moves your hand away, pinning your wrist to the bed. His other hand stays at the bend of your knee to keep you spread wide for him so that he can trap your body beneath his as he continues to fuck you hard into the mattress.
“No hagas eso. Your moans are mine. So let go.” he commands, but the desperation in his voice made it sound more like a plea. He is reaching his end too. “Tú y yo. Together.”
The dam of your orgasm breaks and everything gushes out with a throaty moan. Your whole body spasms in throes while his buckles against you, riding out your pleasure and milking you for everything you had until his own release spills out and coats your walls. Drifting down slowly from the high, Luis gently pulls himself out and collapses beside you, his body facing towards you.
As you try to steady your breathing, you feel his’ hand upon your cheek, turning your head to meet his eyes. Gone was his seductive smile and playful gaze, in place was something softer and much more intimate.
“Holy fuck,” you rasp, your voice going hoarse. “I think you broke me. I can’t feel my legs.”
You hear the man laugh breathlessly beside you. “Now that is what a man likes to hear.”
You admire him then, taking in his afterglow. His whole body was glistening with sweat (you imagine your state was no different) and he had a serene air about him. Before when he was asleep, he seemed relaxed. But now, he exuded it and looked genuinely content. You can’t help but smile knowing that you helped bring out this side of him.
“How are you feeling?” you ask him considerately.
Luis turns his head slightly to stare at the ceiling. “¿Verdad?” he responds, glancing back at you. “Pretty good. ¿Y tú?”
His words inspire a coy smirk upon your lips. “I’m good. Really good. So good, in fact…”
You follow up with a purposeful hand upon his chest, running along the fine, dark patches of hair until your touch wanders down below his waist. Fingertips tease around the base of his cock. To your glee, it twitches at your attention once again.
Newborn desire washes over his rugged face, watching your movements with great intrigue. “I can see your thinking.”
You shrug, “Want to go again after a bit of rest?” His lips curve upward at your enthusiasm.
“I suppose I can do you this kindness-” Luis cuts himself short with a chuckle when you smack his shoulder in mild indignation for his snark before assuaging your annoyance with a promising kiss.
His mouth dips to your neck once more, making a journey filled with nips and kisses that spark the familiar tingles of pleasure across your body. To your astonishment, you feel his cock poke at your side, already stiff and throbbing.
“What happened to rest?” you ask in mild amusement.
The charming smirk returns to his lips when he meets your eyes again. “Siempre tengo sed de ti.”
His lips return to your perspiring skin and keeps going down until he’s right back at his starting position- between your legs. To welcome him back there, your hands return to his hair, ready for more. You feel his hot breath fan against your waiting sex and braced yourself for another wonderful ride, but nearly jump at the sound of loud popping in the distance. At first, you thought it was the lightning, but it became increasingly frequent in occurrence and sounded like it was coming closer.
“Luis, do you hear that?”
The man looks up at you with a raised brow. “You mean your praises for what a good job I did in bringing you orgasmic ecstasy a few minutes ago? To be honest, I’m still waiting for more.”
You rolls your eyes. “No, listen closely.”
The distinctive pops reach both of your ears and this time, you were certain. Gunshots. There is someone out there. The thought made you visibly tense. Luis, on the other hand, didn’t seem as fazed.
With a vexed sigh, he regretfully pulls away from you to check out the sound, already you were missing the heat of his body. You couldn’t help but admire his naked form as he rose to his feet and watched as he carefully ducks his head to peek through one of the windows. For a moment, it seemed like he found nothing outside then his eyes and head jolt towards a particular direction and his whole body stiffens.
“¡Joder! Just my luck.”
“What is it? What do you see?”
Luis doesn’t answer right away, rushing back towards the stair railing where you hung both of your clothes.
“Still wet, bueno.” he grumbles sarcastically as he hurriedly throws on his jeans.
You sat up from the bed in alarm. “Luis-!” The man throws your effects upon the bed before you.
“Get dressed. We have company.” His voice was even, but you can feel the annoyance seething within.
“Is it the plaga?”
“Worse,” he grimaces as he swiftly threw on his shirt and jacket before reaching for his gun by the bedside and turning back to you, “it’s Leon Kennedy.”
Everything happened so quickly. One moment, Luis had you pinned to the bed, fucking you into the sheets until you saw stars. The next, Luis is pinned to a wall by a very irate looking Leon Kennedy who looked like he wanted to beat the stars out of him. The moment after that, monsters began swarming your hideout and Luis looked none too pleased the entire time. Amidst the chaos, he asked you about your feelings on castles for reasons you could not fathom until much later.
• Come on, Yandere!Leon in Re2 is basically a baby, a rookie! When he got put up with a job with you, another fellow officer, he just felt so...attracted to you, attached to you. Why? Nobody, knows because he never showed affection to anyone as he would you
• When the apocalypse first broke out he had to look for you first. He couldn't let anyone or..anything touch his precious glorious god, you need to be safe and sound in his juicy, beefy, buff, and warm arms! Move out of the way undead asshole!
• Yandere!Leon is clingy, obsessive and slightly possessive. Wait, what are you doing? You can't shoot that gun by yourself, the recoil but be too much! Don't swing to hard with that axe, you might go flying!
• Yandere!Leon that acts like a tiny puppy and smoothers you with cuddles and kisses everywhere, but drags you by the wrist slightly tighter for comfort. Is that Ada? Oh well, she can try but this puppy is quite loyal!
• No matter where you wanna go, Yandere!Leon is always following you, you aren't getting out of his grip, you aren't losing him, you aren't gonna leave him...you won't right? Please don't leave him...
• "H-hey...w-where are you going..? I thought we are sticking together.."
• "W-wait!! You can't leave me!!!"
• "I-i'm sorry! I'm so sorry [name], I didn't mean to, please don't stop loving me!!"
• "*smooch* Kiss..*smooch* me..*smooch* kiss me more dammit..*smooch x3* I want more of you're kisses [name]
• [Name]! Did you see?! Did you see what I did?! That one was for you, aren't you proud of me?!"
• "Please! Please don't leave me [name]! I promise I will be a good boy! I'll be your good boy just please come back to me!!"
With this, he is a very good manipulator, especially with his puppy eyes and tears, you can't help but feel bad.
(I can't wait for the new resident evil movie to come out
TW: Mean!Leon tries to murk you, yandere themes, def kidnapped. Self indulgence. Is for me.
With a surprise kick to his body, Leon hunched over grabbing at his side
"Think about what you're doing, Sweetheart" You could practically hear the venom dropping from his voice.
You quickly scrambled from your place on the bed, feet tangling in the sheets causing you to stumble but quickly recovered and sprinted towards the open door, you grabbed the frame trying to propel yourself forward when Leon grabbed your ankle giving it a sharp tug making you fall, you didn't even hear him get back up, your knees hit the cement first causing searing pain in you knee caps, palms skidding a little when you tried to brace yourself so you didn't bash your face.
Leon flipped you over roughly and straddled your hips pinning you down. He just loved looking down on you, he loved that you fought for you, even though it won't matter in the end, he'll always be bigger and stronger. He loved the chase the most
You thrashed your fists in front of you hoping it would connect with some part of him,
"Let me go! What the fuck is wrong with you"
You tried bucking your hips hoping to knock him off balance
"No no baby, this won't do at all"
Leon grabbed both of your wrists and pinned them above your head, making sure to push his palm down and grind them into the cement. Letting out a muffled cry at the pain before he grabbed your jaw with his fingers digging into the joints hard enough that your eyes started to tear up and make you whimper, you tried to turn your head to the side to look away but he just yanked you back hard so you face him again. showing you just how much power he has over you.
Leaning down close enough that all you could smell was the mint on his breath and the heat across your face. Your jaw aching.
You had no choice but to stare into his blue eyes, they were beautiful and you might've gotten lost in them in any other circumstances.
"Are you done fighting? You're dirty and you stink, it's time for a bath"
You did your best to nod your head. Knowing there was nothing more you could do right now
Letting go of your wrists, he waited a few seconds for the swinging that never came, he got up and dragged you up with him, throwing your body over his shoulder like you weighed nothing.
He turned and walked the distance you made and dropped you on the bed that was pushed against the center of the far wall.
Sitting up and staring as Leon walked towards the only exit to lock it to make sure I don't go anywhere.
finally able to take in your surroundings.
It was a small room, the walls were pretty much plain, and the only thing in it was the bed you were sitting on and a doorway with a lack of door leading into what you assumed was the bathroom.
Splaying yourself out on the bed and staring at the ceiling you could hear water start to run. Closing your eyes just to let your mind wander
Maybe I could drown him in the tub or shove soap in his eyes
You don't think more than 10 minutes had passed before Leon was lightly shaking you awake
"Sweetheart, your bath is ready. Now strip" his voice was sweet yet demanding
Letting out a groan while standing up, you slowly reached for the bottom of your dress
"You're being too slow" he grabbed the hem of your dress
"raise your arms"
raising your arms he wasted no time in pulling it off of your body, his fingers trailing down the newly exposed skin, over your chest, fingernails raking across your stomach until he reached your hips hooking his fingers into the waistband
"Don't do anything stupid"
Like I have a choice
He kneeled, dragging your panties down your legs
"Step up"
Lifting your right foot first and then your left, stepping out of the last piece of clothing.
Raising to his feet and lifting you he carried you to the tub, gently lowering you into the lukewarm water, flinching a little as the water made your cuts and scrapes sting
Couldn't even give me a hot bath. Cheap.
"There we go, there's a good girl"
He placed a kiss on the crown of your head
"Here"
dunking the cloth into the water he grabbed the bottle of body wash and poured some on the cloth
"wash your body, I'll do the rest"
Taking the soaped-up cloth from his hands, you started to wash the dried blood and dirt from your legs, before moving on to the rest of your body.
Leon reached for the empty cup, dipping it into the water before pouring it on your head, soaking your hair before reaching for the shampoo and lathering it, and massaging your scalp before rinsing the suds out
"See, this isn't so bad."
Oh, it's about to be. Hopefully for you more than me
Slowly grabbing his right hand that was in front of you, bringing it to your face, and nuzzling your face into his palm while his thumb lightly brushed your cheek
Turning your head you opened your mouth quickly and bit down as hard as you could into the meaty part of his hand, hearing your canines hit the bone in his thumb and the breaking of his skin the coppery taste of blood flooded your mouth
"You stupid bitch!"
You could feel the tug of his hand as he tried to pull his hand away, it didn't work.
Using his trapped hand he gripped the bottom half of your face, with a quick push he bashed your head against the back of the tub. there was an audible crack, you weren't sure if it was your skull or the tub probably both. The pain was immediate and spread through your entire head. Letting go of his head you let out a scream, you felt his hand on top of your head and he pushed you underwater, your eyes burning from the soaps in the water.
burning as it entered your nose and went down your throat you felt the painful tug on your head, being pulled out of the water you coughed and gasped for any air
"Is this what you wanted?" He seethed, eyebrows furrowed and eyes dark, before pushing your head back under the water, legs kicking out and splashing water everywhere arms trying to grab onto his arms leaving deep scratches from your nails, screwing your shut waiting to be pulled out again
"Do you want to die?"
Gasping for air to fill your lungs
"N-n-no" you tried to get out before being pushed back under for a third time inhaling my water this time being held under until you almost went limp the grip on your hair tightened painfully.
"APOLOGIZE!" The rage was clear in his voice
"I-I-I'm sorry, sososo sorry" you were a stuttering crying mess, with each breath taken feeling like your lungs were on fire, tears streaming down your face, taking short and frequent breaths in your panic
Letting go of your hair and pulling you into his chest, you could feel his heat hammering in his chest and taking rapid deep breaths through his nose
"Shhhshh, it's ok Baby, it's over"
he was soothing you, rubbing your back and whispering apologies into your hair
"Oh sweetheart I'm so sorry, didn't mean to hurt you this bad, jus' wanna scare you to teach you a lesson"
Sobbing into his chest for what felt like hours thanks to the splitting headache and very likely concussion hurt your pride more than any physical pain he could have inflicted.
Vendetta! Leon x a younger reader who dresses up for him? Like just hard porn of reader in a little maid dress for him… and him fucking her so hard while she’s in it.. idk.. man Leon just deserves a pretty partner who dresses up let’s him fuck her whenever or however he pleases…. His little baby… his stress toy.. his whore.. omfg 🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣
EVERYONE SHUT UP RN I NEED. First request post of the night hehe. It’s NOT proof read so any mistakes just pretend they’re not there ok babies
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It’s very short but it’s just a little blurb!! hope you guys don’t mind that ofc i have tons of stuff in my inbox rn </3
afab reader x older! vendetta Leon
Vacation. Leon simply just wanted some time off. He felt so bad that everytime he came home you were so excited to see him, rambling on to him about how you made him dinner, and you folded all his clothes for him. His heart aching as he put his hand up as a signal for you to stop talking as he popped the pain medication in his mouth, washing it down with the lemonade you had made him. His eyebrows frowned as he looked up, noticing how clean the house was, how you even put his jacket up for him as soon as he got home. He felt so guilty, knowing that even on top of doing college, you did all of this for him every single day.
His hand grabbed at the railing of the stairs as he walked up the steps, noticing the light from door shut off. Fuck, you were going to bed. Right when he reached for the door, it swung open.
Knowing Leon had been so stressed, you’ve been doing everything to make him feel better and nothing was working. His tension built up more everyday, even his kisses were rougher. You scrolled online for hours before finally finding it. The perfect little maid outfit you knew would push Leon so blissfully over the edge. Leon’s eyes scanned every inch of your body. The way it was skimpy but not overly skimpy, your thick thighs pressing against each other, the pretty apron resting so beautifully on your waist.
“For me?”
Leon’s words came out so seductively and it shot straight to your core, your shy side drowning you as you nodded your head up to him, your fingers playing with the lace of the outfit. Leon’s head shook as his hands reached out, smoothing over the softness of your chest.
“So pretty.”
He mumbled as he pushed you into the room, almost stumbling but he caught you so fast by the hips. His touch was rough, only to your skin though. He wanted to ruin you, all his anger was now surfacing but to his cock, himself sighing as he licked his lips as he pushed you face down into the bed. Your back arched up into him, your ass pressing so perfectly against his strained cock suffocating in his jeans. You knew him so well, your body pushing back into him, your skirt lifting revealing the plain white panties under, a small wet patch forming on the outside. Leon loved the simple things. His hand stopped your grinding, a yelp leaving your lips as he tore at the panties. He tossed them somewhere but didn’t care knowing he would buy you brand new ones later.
“Wanted you to take your time and enjoy..”
Your pretty glossed lips pouted back at him as he picked you up, throwing you further into the bed. His eyes rolled as his hand reached down, lifting your hips in the air. The sound of his belt unbuckling made your fingers grab at the sheets in excitement, but before you could even look back at him again his cock was so deep in you, your walls struggling to shape around him. A broken cry left your lips as you tried to pull your hips away from him but he grabbed at your waist, pulling you up so your back was flush against his still clothed chest. Your head shook as he began to push in and out of you. No matter how many times Leon fucks you, his cock will always just be to big.
“Leon please- ‘s to much”
You whimpered out as your smaller hands scratched at his arm. He was so big compared to you, it was scary how easily he could overpower you. Leon smirked against the shell of your ear as his hands ran over the lacey material of the dress.
“Cmon’ be a good little girl, let me use my pussy.”
Leon whispered in your ear before his palms pushed you down back onto your stomach, his hands holding at your hips as he drilled into you. The room filled with the sounds of his low growls and groans, and the smacking of his pelvis hitting your ass. His body leaned over yours, kissing the back of your neck as his thrusts went from fast and harsh to slow, and overly deep. With every stroke small whimpers left your lips as he kissed at your shoulders.
“That’s my fucking girl.. Always here for me huh? With this tight little- mm fuck.. so fucking good for me.”
Your whines and moans stopped, making a laugh leave Leon’s throat as his hips stuttered. He reached down pulling your hair away from your face to watch as you chewed at your puffy lower lip, your body already riding through its second orgasm. His grip got tighter on your hips as he plunged himself further into you, a whimpered moan leaving his lips as strings of his cum shot into you, your face twisting in blissful discomfort. Leon sat on his knees, his hand running over the back of your thighs smirking as he watched his cum make its way out of you, his fingers shoving it back into you before he carefully flipped you on your back.
A sigh of content left his lips as he laid his head against your chest, your fingers plunging into his hair as he took in your scent, listening to your heart beat.
“Wanna talk about it?”
You whispered down to him as he shook his head in response.
Leon taking the fem reader’s virginty for the first time, but he is an experienced gentleman and the reader is a sweet girl who has been corrupted by the likes of this man. 👀👀
Can you include Praise and body worship please?
I'm so sorry this to so long, I hope you like it <3 Also I apologise if my writing font and style keeps changing I'm just trying to figure out what works best for me.
Leon was every woman's dream man. He had the looks, the charm, the personality you name it. His witty, flirty nature made the ladies giggle and swoon for a matter of fact. So although it had been a good six months since you and him started dating you still questioned yourself as to why he chose you? You were a boring plain Jane, not some glamorous Marilyn Monroe that swept Leon off his feet.
Six months and only kisses remained. Don’t be wronged though, the kisses could be very heated and you loved it. You craved more though, you wanted Leon to touch you lower and lower until-
Snapping out of your trance when you saw Leon himself crouched in front of your hunched over form on the couch.
“Hey, are you good? Looked like you were hypnotised.” He chuckled.
“Yeah, doing fine.” You sighed.
He raised an eyebrow, a quizzical look that basically said you seriously lying to my face?
“Tell me what’s up, promise I won’t laugh.”
To be honest Leon was also getting distracted, not by daily stresses but by yourself. That low cut top you wore was just a little too low, and your lips looked nice and soft, plump and coated in a sparkly peach pink gloss. It took all of his willpower not to take you right then and there. He was aware you still suppressed your virginity, and he did not want to rush you into things you may possibly regret.
“Okay.. Leon, I want to take it to the next stage with you.”
No way did you mean what he thought you meant..
“Yes, I mean sex.” The pinkish blush evident on your cheeks slowly crept up as you squeezed your hands together waiting for an answer head hung low.
“If that’s what my girl wants, I’m going to give it to her.”
Taking your hands in his he guided you to your own bed, slowly pushing you into the soft, foamy mattress. His lips mushing with yours as he sloppily kissed you trying his ever so hardest not to quicken things. He wanted your first time to be special, gosh he was so lucky knowing he was your first.
You bit your lips as you watched from below him, a string of saliva following as Leon broke the kiss. He could taste the peach flavour of your lips, pulling off his t-shirt his naked torso on display for you to gawk at. His incredible build had you in a trance, the way his muscles and biceps flexed deliciously when he leaned back down onto the bed.
“Gonna make you feel so good baby, you hear me? Now lift your legs.”
You complied to his soft request, lifting your legs and hips so he could shimmy of your pj shorts. The cold air hit your thighs but was enveloped in a warmish, wet feeling. His tongue. Leon moved his head towards the apex of your thighs beginning to gently kiss them before moving to the inner thigh. He looked at you before diving down to place a flurry of ticklish open mouthed kisses before sinking his teeth into one thigh.
You jolted at the sudden change in demeanour it felt surprisingly good sending a shock straight to your now throbbing core. His nose nuzzled against the cotton of your underwear, right on the soiled part that had been stained by your arousal oozing itself out of your sensitive cunt.
“Smells s'good, can I take this off for you sweetheart?” The string of desperate whines were all Leon needed to know that yes you did want it. Taking his sweet time pulling down your panties completely off and staring at your glistening treasure. So wet and aroused just for him he couldn't wait to dig in.
“Baby this all for me, hm?” Bringing his ring finger to your wet folds flicking upwards to get a little moan out of you, your hips bucking into the air.
“I'm gonna put a finger in, gonna make you feel real good you hear me?” Your furious nodding made Leon's arrogance grow, coating his fingers in your sticky slick he rubbed at your entrance.
“Please Leon, put it inside.”
“It'll hurt angel, but I promise It's gonna pass real soon.” Before you could respond he'd eased his thick, long fingers into your tight, wet hole making you cry aloud. Gripping his free arm, squeezing it as he began to slowly thrust his fingers inside of you. The pain began, but ended just as Leon had mentioned it would. Pleasure clouded your thoughts, you'd been missing out if this is what it felt like to be fingered. But maybe it was just Leon and his skilled fingers.
His pace never faltered, wanting you to reach your first proper orgasm with him; he added a second finger stretching you out invitingly for when the time came. Broken whines and gasps left your dry throat, pressure building in your stomach you couldn't speak your words lodged in your throat as you came all over Leon's fingers.
“That's right baby all over my fingers, gonna lick it all up f'ya.”
Slowly pulling out, Leon had a sly smirk painted across his angelic features. If you were this loud with only his fingers, how would you react to his cock? Well guess he'd find out very soon. Bringing his fingers to his pinkish lips he licked them teasingly, looking at your blanked out expression.
“Are you ready for the real deal, my angel?”
“Yeah Leon please, want your cock inside me.”
Oh so straightforward you were, it's one of the things that Leon absolutely adored about yourself. He had no idea how you were still a virgin, but maybe you did believe in destiny and waited for him. His low growl felt possessive, pushing you back into the plush pillows he unbuttoned your low cut pyjama top before chucking it aside. Just as he had suspected from earlier you were wearing no bra. He chuckled, grabbing both your breasts and kneading them between his fingers. Thumb pads dancing over your hardened nipples, grazing them teasingly before latching his sweet mouth onto one. Your mewls made him weak to the knee, his excitement grew in his pants wanting to desperately be inside of you just as much as you wanted it.
Sliding his pants and briefs of his meaty thighs, Leon advanced towards you again spreading your legs forcefully before leaning down into your ear. “M’gonna make you feel so, so good you look so pretty like this baby.”
“Please Leon.” Your gentle request made Leon’s heart flutter, he really just couldn’t get enough. It felt so intimate, you trusted him and he wanted to prove to you that he was the only one for you.
Grabbing himself and positioning at your tight entrance he pushed in, the acoustic melody you made somewhat between a cry and a moan made Leon soften as he allowed you to adjust to him.
Crystalline tears filled your eyes from the pain of your boyfriend stretching you out and making a home of you nestled deep inside. Sniffling you managed to speak up, tapping the blonde's shoulder. “Can move now Leon- please.” Obeying Leon began to slowly thrust into your guts making your shaky breathing louder, the air felt stifling hot and you didn’t know where to look as you locked eyes with his pale blue ones.
“Aw my baby, shh It’s okay now why’re you crying my darling? Did It hurt you a lot? I’m so sorry my love, do you need anything?” Leon’s million questions floated right past your mushy brain, but you requested one thing.
“I want you fuck-” You whimpered as he sped up hitting a particularly treasured spot of yours but you continued your sentence. “To be closer ha- to me please!”
Leon closed the distance between your sweaty bodies, his chest pressed against your boobs, his hold on your thighs tightening as he ploughed your guts out. “S’ pretty, so gorgeous I love you so much.” He was met with an a Capella of mewls before he felt you cumming around his cock, your fucked out face blanking out while coming down from your high.
“Come on baby one more for meh, can’t let you off. It's your first time you need at least two, trust me.” And before you could even respond he was already overstimulating your insides, your fingers curled in his honey coloured hair. His face buried between your tits, you could smell his hair that lavender shampoo he always used, he smelled so damn good you had your eyes fluttering shut.
“Cum with me baby, I know you can c’mon please, please?” Leon’s guttural groan had you cumming for a second time tonight, you felt his warm, thick cum drip inside of you pulling out and collapsing on the bed. Leon caressed your shoulder lightly kissing the small freckle you had there.
“Thank you Leon, I love you no one can change that I pinkie swear on it.” You stuck out your finger cutely.
Just as he had thought, such an unpredictable and straightforward little thing, but he stuck out his pinkie all the same.
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