hey yall just wanted to update for the reason why ive been in active, about a month ago i found out my ex bf was cheating on me.. not with just one girl now.. LOL NOT JUST FUCKING ONE. DOUBKE DIGITS.
No.. not 10
not 20
not 30
NOT EVEN FUCKING 40
NOT EVEN 50 WHAT
but SIXTY.
SIX ZERO
60!!!!
he was cheating on me with that amount. Now here’s the thing, i’ve been fucking spiraling now and shits just off and bad so yeah! thought i’d give ygs a lovely update
Tags: p in v, fingering, unprotected sex, daddy kink, grinding against reader
Sum: Older boyfriend Leon who just can’t help but watch you squirm while he teases you! It’s just so cute to him.
not proofread!
OlderbfLeon who just can’t help after a long day come up to you from behind and press his bulge against you. He can’t help but grind a bit against your ass while you squirm and tell him to knock it off because you’re trying to cook dinner for the two of you!
“Leon… d-don’t you wanna do this after dinner?”
with a muffle against your neck he groans out “No, this right here is good enough.” as he starts grabbing your waist and pulling you closer to his clothed bulge. Feeling the slick wetness start coating your cute panties that leon just got you! What a shame. Guess we need to take it off and ‘clean’ them..
OlderbfLeon who takes you right then and there on the kitchen counter while the food is forgotten. He can’t help but watch you moan and squirm while he fingers you from behind. His two fingers inside of your cunt while lewd squelch noises are coming out everytime he thrusts his thick fingers into you while your panties are pulled to the side. It doesn’t help that he’s kissing on your neck and circling your clit with his other hand as two fingers are going in and out of you!
“there we go.. Cmon sweetheart, who’s your daddy?” with a slight chuckle leaving his lips
“y-you nghhh.. fuck! you’re my daddy-“ moans keep slipping through your lips as the pace got faster.. But leon couldn’t help it! he just wanted to see his sweetheart swoon over the moon and release all his tension into you :(
OlderbfLeon who pulls your panties aside and lines his thick dick against your entrance. Slowly pushing in he doesn’t give you time to adjust to the stretch you’re feeling. Grabbing your hips from behind while you brace your arms on the kitchen counter as he starts fucking you from behind at such a good pace. All that could be heard was your moans, the wet sounds, and the constant plap, plap, plap! As he takes you right there.
“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight. This pussy was made for me wasn’t it? Such a good girl for me aren’t ya?” groaning in your ear as he quickens his pace. poor you.. you couldn’t even form a sentence from how good he was fucking you! the constant stretch of his dick inside of you and everytime he pulled out to the tip and slammed it right back into you as his mushroom tip kissed your cervix over and over while grazing against that spongy spot again and again.
“Leo-“ Smack!
Leons hand came down onto your ass two more times before soothing it with his hands.
“Oh no no no sweetheart.. That’s not what you call me.” Still fucking into you at a fast pace was so hard for you to form sentences..
“d-daddy.. m gonna cum..” you say gripping the kitchen counter even harder as your knuckles turn white.
OlderbfLeon who goes even faster and his right arm that was once on your hip has abandoned it and has moved down to your clit while rubbing circles into it to get you to cum faster.
He’s also near his release too! But he needs to make sure his precious girl cums first before him
“cmon sweetheart. let it all out for daddy. Let daddy cum inside this tight pussy, okay?”
“please.. cu- ha.. cum in me” you say throughout moans and whimpers. poor you, you just can’t handle all of this! Dinner was supposed to be served but now you’re just fucking your older boyfriend.
OlderbfLeon who successfully cums in you shortly after you came. His cum being spurted out in ropes right into your tight cunt as he groans and shakes a bit because of how good it is. You’re already out of breath and long forgot about dinner. Your poor legs feel like jelly after being fucked by your boyfriend. Leon pulls out of you and with one hand spreads you out to watch his cum drip out of you slowly. Satisfied with what he did he grabs your chin from behind and kisses you passionately.
“I think we should take this to the bedroom..” muffled by kissing you.
“what about dinner..” mumbling in between kisses.
“You’re my dinner.” with a chuckle he suddenly picks you up and takes you to your shared bedroom… oh yeah.. this will be a long night..
A/N: hey guys sorry for not posting a whole lot.. everything’s just been so much and i’ve been busy a ton. I wanted to post something for you guys and not let you guys down. Thank you for all the support and love you guys give me! lmk your thoughts and suggestions! Love you guys!!
yall finallyyyyy got what u were BEGGING me for.. it was really funny checking my inbox every few hours and seeing a NEW person begging for pt 4 though like damn guys… horny asf??
✦ . LEON W/ ROOKIE!READER PT. 4⊹ ❜ ᵎ
LEON KENNEDY x fem!reader
— nsfw content
summary; leon is left alone with you in your apartment, and he can’t hold himself back any longer.
notes: nsfw content, mean leon, degradation, p in v, choking, unprotected sex (don’t do this kids) , sex while reader is injured (don’t do this either) (i kinda forgot she was injured until halfway through when they were fucking so just forget that) lots of body fluids, no beta read we die like luis, i suck at dialogue during sex
this is the final part thank GOD
part 3
Leon always expected your house to be full of clutter, mess, and laundry. For each room to be a disaster, the kitchen ablaze, and your shelves to be full of stupid figurines that a nerd like you would enjoy. He was half right— your shelves were full of dumb little critters, bed sheets wrinkled, laundry hanging out of your hamper.
But it was also warm, small and cozy. Consoles on your TV stand, books varying from numerous genres decorating your cart, kitchen stacked to the brim with all the spices you’d ever need. You weren’t wrong, you were a good cook, and you could tell by just looking around. Cookbooks, fridge filled to the brim with ingredients, every kitchen appliance on the market.
The scent of warm lasagna filled the air. It lingered around the apartment as you busied yourself in the kitchen, cute little apron wrapped around your soft body, hair up to prevent any strays from landing in your pot. He admires you from behind, watching your body move seamlessly as you cook. It made a part of his body ache; he was never a good cook. All he knew was basic meals that let him survive through the night. Protein powders. Eggs. Meat. Microwave meals, frozen pizza.
His eyes drift to your shelf, finding a photo of younger you, smiling. Holding your graduation certificate. A bright smile, pretty hair, cap and gown.
“Was this after University?” He asks, picking up the frame carefully. He turns to you, watching as you set the sheets of lasagna down onto the baking pan, setting meat, cheese, and ricotta between each layer. You hum at his words, peeking over your shoulder.
“Yeah,” you say casually, “criminal justice. I watched too much Criminal Minds.” You grinned lazily. With one of your arms being in a sling, you struggled to cook. Noticing this, Leon steps up behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder. A small flinch shakes you at the sudden contact, whipping your head around, only to be met with his nose a centimeter from yours. Your gasp is barely audible as he looks down at you, his eyes glancing at your lips before looking back up at your big eyes, frantically blinking at him.
“Let me help.” He mutters, gently scooting you aside to make room for his big frame. If it's one thing you’ve noticed with the older man, its how comfortable he’s become with touching you. Hand on your lower back to guide you, patting your head when you succeed, flicking your forehead when he’s annoyed. It was all constant, it felt like a rare moment when he wasn’t in contact with you.
And right now, with his shoulders brushing against yours as he carefully set another layer of lasagna over the ricotta, pouring cheese and meat, the tension had never felt so obvious.
Your eyes rake over the baking pan, a pinch of parsley coming to mind. It would complete the meal. You reach over to the cabinets, leaning up on your toes, fingers aiming towards the little glass bottle. Leon has the same idea as you apparently, his large hand moving to grab it at the exact same time. Your hands grab onto each others by accident, making you both blink at each other in silence.
“Ah, oops,” You mumble, squinting at the shared herb in both of your hands. “Looks like we’re in bit of a.. parsley situation.”
Leon stares at you, a long pause taking over. He looks like he’s considering if its too late to just walk out.
“That was horrible.” He grumbles, moving back. He takes the parsley with him, sprinkling the green leaves over the final layer of cheese. He eyes you hesitantly, “how’s the stitches?”
You glance down, reminded of the wrapping around your abdomen. The pain-killers you had numbed it all down, forgetting you had gotten stabbed days before. Now that he mentioned it, there’s a faint sting, pulling slightly when you shift.
“It stings when I move too much,” You shrug, trying to sound tough. You don’t want him to stress or baby you. “I’ve had worse.”
Leon doesn’t look too convinced, considering he’s giving you the same look he does in the field when you try to brush off something too serious. He’s not shy as he reaches for your shirt, lifting it casually to check out your bandages. They’re snuggly wrapped around your abdomen, concealing your wound from the air.
“Worse? Worse then a stab wound on your first field assignment?” He looks up towards your eyes, unamused. Your lips twitch at his proximity. He had no shame around you anymore, always a breath away. It’s like he knew it made you nervous.
“Woah, we’re like, really close.” The words leave your mouth weakly, your voice smaller then intended. He straightens his back, towering over you, so close you can feel his clothing brush against yours. Your heart rate speeds up as you hands dangle cluelessly in the air, your brain short-circuiting suddenly.
“Like, this is when the two characters in a romance movie would kiss, y’know?” A soft croak leaves you.
He stares down at you, gaze unrelenting. The tension only thickens, and every breath you take feels even heavier. You could feel his gaze drift down to your lips slowly, the quietness ringing in your ears. Instead of parsley and tomato in the air, you can smell his cologne and leather.
“Shut up.” He grunts lowly, hands sliding up to hold you by your biceps. Your stomach flutters.
“I’m just saying, the moment is very cinem—“
He doesn’t think twice when he presses his lips against yours. It felt right, you were being annoying again, and he wanted to. He’s wanted to kiss you ever since he saw you in his office a month ago, standing there all pretty. And throughout the last few weeks, his feelings have only grown stronger, to his displeasure.
Your breath catches against his lips, hands going to hold onto his biceps to keep your balance measured. If not, you were positive you would have buckled onto the floor in shock. His hands shift onto your waist, tugging you closer as a soft moan leaves your throat, feeling this big man pull you close and kiss you so desperately.
Pulling away from your lips might be the most painful thing Leon has ever done. He can feel your hot breath against his mouth as he parts slowly, nose bumping against yours, eyes slowly opening. He gazes at you silently, centimeters away from you. He’s waiting for you to say something, to assure him he hadn’t just made a mistake.
“Leon.” You gasp to yourself, pulling back like the moment burned you, lips parting as your breath shakes. For a moment, you stand there, processing the fact your hot boss—who you thought hated you for a hot minute— had just kissed you, and you had kissed him back. Everything feels distant, like you’re watching this happen from a third point of view. You’re trying to make a sense of everything in your head, but nothing clicks together.
The warmth of his palms slide up further, cupping your cheeks softly as he steps closer, eyes drifting down to your lips. He wants more, and he feels selfish. He wants to devour you and swallow you whole, keep you forever.
“Please, sweetheart, shut up for once and let me enjoy this.” The words leave him in a soft growl, and he waits for you to give him any sign of consent. The second a breathless nod leaves you, he’s crushing his lips back against yours, walking you backwards. You fall back onto your couch, his large body crawling over yours, cautious of your injuries. He’s selfish, being so greedy while you’re injured and so much smaller then him.
“Tell me to stop—” He groans against your neck, hands pawing at your curves, trying to memorize the feel of your waist and hips against his hands. The soft fabric of your shirt, pants, lips, hair, scent.. “If you don’t, I wont.”
“Don’t stop, Leon.” You gasp softly as his stubble ruts against your neck, making you shiver and press against him harder, in need of him everywhere. “Please, mmm..” Your legs squirm under him as he presses harder, slotting his body between your thighs.
A dry chuckle leaves him, hungry eyes taking in the sight of you, squirming and flustered underneath him, clothes wrinkled and pushed up. The bandages wrapped around your soft stomach catches his attention, and he curses mentally. He leans down to plant another kiss against your mouth, before trailing them up to your nose, forehead, and then proceeding to direct his line of affection down to your stomach.
“You’ll tell me immediately if I hurt you, okay?” He commands softly, looking up to you. He waits for your nod before continuing down, his breath panning over your clothed core. “You’ve been a little brat for weeks now, making me dread coming in for work, you know that?”
You would laugh if it wasn’t for the fact that he was currently taking off your pants with an evil look in his eyes. “I didnt.. mean to.” You mumble shyly, cheeks warming up as the cold air hits your soft thighs. You thank yourself for wearing cute panties this morning.
And then a sudden wave of dread washes over you. You haven’t been home in almost a week because of your field mission, and then the overnight trip to the hospital, which means you haven’t taken an everything shower in over a week.
You squeak, your hips bucking up as his large thumb reaches up to press down on your clit over the flimsy fabric, rubbing tight circles. “L-Leon— I haven’t— I haven’t shaven, please, maybe we can reschedule this?”
Leon blinks, almost offended, before scoffing harshly and yanking you closer to him. He watches your expression twist in pleasure as he rubs your clit harsher, driving your body to squirm helplessly. “Baby, Im a grown fucking man. You think I’m scared of a little hair?”
“B-But— hah, it's, Im—” You squeak as he swats your pussy over your panties, your hips bucking up into his touch. It burns slightly and it feels so good.
“Shut that pretty mouth of yours. I've been waiting to fuck your brains our for weeks,” He whispers roughly, pulling your panties down your legs and exposing your wet cunt to the air. He sits infront of your pussy, throwing your legs over his thighs as he leans over. “Dont fucking move.”
One hand leans down to wrap around your throat, holding you steady against the soft cushion underneath you. His other travels between your thighs, rubbing more mean circles, waiting just for your orgasm to near, only to pull away and slap your clit. Your cry is lewd and pathetic, thighs trembling over his.
“Y-You’re— you’re not serious, Leon!” You gasp, your brain not able to think properly. Not when he had his hand around your throat and another between your thighs. Your small hand reaches up to weakly paw at his wrist, not trying to move it but instead settling, holding onto to him.
“Shut up and take it,” He mutters, rubbing two fingers against your hole. He hums lowly as he watches it flutter around his fingers. His hand around your throat squeezes softly, your eyes scrunching weakly to remain focused.
Another weak moan leaves you as he pushes two of his thick fingers into your walls, hot and warm against your gummy walls. You whine at the stretch, toes curling and squirming around. He shifts closer, watching your face closely, biting back an evil grin. It felt good, finally being able to punish your dumbass. This was payback for all those shitty jokes.
“What’s wrong?” He croons, his hand rubbing your pulse softly. He slowly starts to scissor your small hole, driving quick shaky breaths from your throat. He watches your chest heave, eyes fluttering open and close, lips parting in a silent moan. “Never had this stupid pussy fucked right? I’ll fix that.” He mutters.
He starts to thrust his fingers, slow at first. He’s not a monster.
It starts off gradual, pulling in and out, brushing against your g-spot like a feather each time. It’s teasing, letting you slowly get used to it. Once he feels your pussy relax around him, he speeds up, relishing in your soft gasp. Your head pushes back against the cushion, squeaking as he squeezes your throat. You couldn’t move, you were completely trapped underneath him as he fingered you hard.
“Leonnn, nghh- god, please—“ The words leave you in a stumble, hips shifting and squirming as he fucks into you harder. Leon can only watch in amusement, as you drench his fingers into your juices, providing him more lube. He loves this, watching you fall apart and suddenly be so respectful. He wants to drive his fingers in so deep you tear up.
“You gonna cum?” He hums, flicking his fingers harder into you. It’s too much, and you can’t handle it. Your eyes are welling up with tears, especially as he tightens his grip around your neck. “You think you deserve it? After being a little bitch to me? Driving me insane?” He whispers darkly, leaning over you more. The laugh in his throat bubbles up.
“I-I’m sorry,” You sob, a hot tear rolling down your round cheek. He bites his lower lip at the sight, leaning down to lick it from your soft skin. His fingers thrust relentlessly, torturing your small hole. “Please— I’ll be, I’ll be such a good g-girl, I’ll.. I’ll do whatever— lemme c-cum,” A hiccup leaves you.
“Hmm,” He starts gently, his rough hand finally leaving your throat, moving down to grab the fat of your thigh and pushing it up against your chest, opening you up even more for his gaze. “I don’t know.”
“Leon!” You squeal, back arching off the cushion. You couldn’t hold it in any longer. “I’m— I’m g-gonna cummm..” He smirks meanly and pushes his fingers harder, deeper. Massaging your g-spot firmly, forcing you to cum over his fingers.
Your orgasm washes over you like a tsunami, vision going spotty, body tensing and a choked sob leaving your throat as your sticky cum releases over his fingers. He doesn’t stop for another minute, fucking you through your orgasm, powering you through it all and forcing the last few streams out.
Only after a few minutes does he pull his fingers out, hand relaxing on your thigh and gently setting it back down. He scissors his fingers in the air, watching the stickiness stretch.
His gaze follows back to you, watching your body quiver gently. He wipes the cum off on your thigh and crawls over you, planting soft kisses on your lips and cheeks, hands busying himself with pulling his pants off. His cock springs out, heavy and thick, pressing against his abs from how hard he was.
You finally blink back to reality, watching him plant himself above you and fist his coc slowly, the pre-cum dripping all over his hand. Your pussy clenches down around air, scared but excited. You mumble soft, shy words.
“Is it gonna fit?”
He has to hold himself back from letting out a mean chuckle. He’s big, bigger than average, with a girth that would stretch any poor hole out. He knows you’re probably scared.
“It will.” He leans down to kiss your temple, his other hand rubbing your cheek softly. “It’ll hurt though. But you can take it, yeah? My sweet girl.”
Your head moves by itself, nodding stupidly as you watch with big, love-struck eyes as he positions the thick head against your sticky hole, rubbing back and forth for a few seconds before resting there. He looks up at you one last time, blinking slowly, before leaning down to connect his lips with yours.
The sensation of him slowly pushing inside you is so many things. Painful, overwhelming, euphoric. Its tenses your body, your legs spreading wider and bending at the knees, inhaling deeply to stabilize your breathing, exhaling into his mouth. His tongue moves against you skillfully, licking at your teeth and tongue and gums, he’s trying to imprint himself on you.
His hip bone meets you, and he finally pulls back from your lips with a string of saliva, panting softly as he presses his forehead against yours. Your warmth squeezes him tight and he’s struggling to stay still. “Fuck.” He grunts.
The softness of your body against his sends him deeper into his mind. He wraps his arms around you, squeezing you gently and nuzzling his face into your neck, gentle rubs to your back as he calms your breathing. “Shhh, you can take it.”
You nod weakly, nuzzling softly. A soft coo as he rolls his hips. Thick and heavy, stretching you out, yet all you can think about is how close he was. His hot breath against your ear, his stubble scratching your throat, his veiny arms around your soft stomach.
“Move, please,” You whimper. He has to hold himself back from groaning at the soft little noise. He doesn’t hesitate as he starts thrusting his hips, slowly, stretching your walls at each movement. He listens to your noises, keeping track of every little thing.
“You feel so good.” He rasps lowly, maintaining a steady pace. His eyes are glued down to where you’re taking him, watching his cock disappear into you over and over again, coming out covered in stickiness. He gulps deeply.
“You’re so much tamer with a cock inside you.” He can’t help but grin, leaning down to smile against your neck, biting down. Your gasp drives him harder into you, your body squirming around. His hands shift you onto your side, pushing one of your thighs up to make room for him as he kneels, holding your thigh in the air as he slowly pushes his cock deep into you.
“Yeah?” He smiles at your destroyed noises, pushing your thigh to your chest and holding it there, leaning over your side as he starts a harder rhythm. Slow, deep, hard. His rough palm slides down your tummy, stopping just above your mound. “You feel me here? I’m teaching my dumb brat how to behave.”
Breathlessly nodding, you’re squeezing your eyes shut and moaning softly into the couch. He glances to your side and picks up a pillow, his other hand gently lifting you by your neck to slide the pillow underneath. You let out a small hum and snuggle into the pillow, which makes him have to hold back from genuinely pounding you into this couch.
A sharp gasp is ripped from you when he suddenly slams into you, your body tensing. His hands grab at you firmly, holding you down as he hovers slightly, gaining a new leverage point on you. He starts thrusting into you harder, his jaw tensing from how good it felt.
“A-Augh, fuck,” He curses lowly, focusing on ramming into your warm, wet pussy. His hands grope softly at you, holding you down. Your noises fill the room, as well as the sound of skin slapping against skin. His hand trails to your face and grabs at your cheeks, squishing them and forcing you face down into the couch, muffling your noises as he pounds into you.
“Not— N-Not so fucking a-annoying.. anymore.. huh? Can’t do anything but lay there,” He huffs, watching how you whine and squirm. “Shhhh, shut up. Take it. You deserve this.” He growls, punching his cocks shape into your walls. You were going to remember this for days.
“Leon—!” You gasp, your words rubbish. You can’t speak properly with the way he was battering your insides, like he was trying to rearrange your guts. You couldn’t even keep your eyes open. It was all too much. “M’gonna… m’gonnaaa..”
“Gonna cum? Gonna soak me with your cum, dumb girl?”
Frantically nodding, your back arches as you let out more sobs, tears pouring down your puffy cheeks. You were wrecked, inside and out. You would feel the imprint of his dick inside you for days to come.
A few more seconds of rough thrusting has your pussy clenching down tightly, exploding over his length and covering him in more sticky cum. He groans lowly, fucking you through it, leaning over to grab you harder and pound harder into your over-sensitive cunt.
Your noises grow louder as he fucks you through your orgasm, forcing more and more cum out. He’s making sure you’re completely empty, blissful and content under him before he finally releases his own load, filling up your warm hole with his own. A long minute stretches between the two of you before he slowly pulls out, panting heavily. His eyes drift over your bruised, battered form, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on your lips.
“Get some rest, and after we’re going back at it for the rest of the night. I’m gonna make sure you never talk back to me again.” He whispers. You groan into your pillow. You shouldn’t have have been such a bitch to him the past month, huh?
Idc if this is partially a face reveal but i need some help from the girlies and tbh anybody. I’m going on a date to this SUPPER DUPER expensive restaurant and i have my base makeup figured out but i need to know which eye look to go for.. please help
step daddy!leon who calls you sweetheart the first time he meets you he just smiles a soft, dangerous smile and embraces you a little too tight. it feels… off. but he’s got that nervous laugh, rubs the back of his neck like he’s awkward, so you brush it off. he’s probably just trying to be nice. right?
step daddy!leon who starts calling you sweetheart every single time he sees you. in front of your mom it’s casual, almost dad-like. but when she’s not looking? it seems different. “you look pretty today, sweetheart.” “need help with that, sweetheart?” you feel your stomach flip every time. it’s creepy… but also kinda hot?
step daddy!leon who babies you like crazy. you’re 18, but he still insists on carrying your bags from the car, tucking your hair behind your ear when it falls in your face, asking if you’re cold and draping his worn leather jacket over your shoulders. your mom thinks it’s so sweet. but you feel the way his hand lingers on you.
step daddy!leon who can’t keep his eyes off you when you walk around the house in tiny sleep shorts and a thin tank top. your small tits poking through the fabric, shorts riding up your ass every time you bend over. he stares like a perv—jaw tight, throat working, adjusting himself when he thinks you’re not looking.
step daddy!leon who starts “accidentally” walking in on you changing. door cracked just enough for him to see you naked. he apologizes, swearing he though you were still in the shower, yet he lingers a second too long, eyes raking over your body before he closes the door. you pretend you don’t notice the bulge in his sweats when he leaves.
step daddy!leon who finally snaps one night. you’re in the living room, on your hands and knees looking for the remote under the couch, ass up in those same tiny shorts. he comes up behind you quiet, hands on your hips, pulling you back against him. you feel how hard he is in his pants.
step daddy!leon who calls you sweetheart while fucking you stupid, bent over the couch, praying your mom doesn’t hear him having his way with her precious daughter.
dude i’m so overwhelmed bc family has been so many problems and im being dragged into it and i have to worry abt my friend who’s feeling s*icidal and everything’s a mess and im worried a lot and im sorry that i haven’t been able to write out the new chapters or get anything done lately it’s just been rlly difficult on me and i’ve lost motivation 💔💔
─── older boyfriend .ᐟ LEON KENNEDY whose levels of stress have reached an all time high — late at night, after a disgustingly rough mission, he finds you at home, sleeping, nested under a cozy blanket. cute. he’s quick to pull it off you and he buries the tip of his nose down the nape of your neck; his lips graze your soft skin, one muscular arm wrapped snuggly around your bare waist.
─── older boyfriend .ᐟ LEON KENNEDY who is secretly such a dirty old pervert. he dreams of your pussy walls swallowing his cock whole with his eyes wide open. it wouldn’t even be the first time and he’s done this before— using you to relieve his never ending stress and waking you up in the middle of the night with his balls pounding against your ass, fingers pressed against your puffy clit; one boob always warm inside his mouth, his tongue flicking around your sweet nipple. you’re just as addicted to this as leon is.
─── older boyfriend .ᐟ LEON KENNEDY whose calloused fingers rest on the cold metal buckle when he undoes the belt and the buttons of his pants; the zipper slides immediately and his boxers come down. his mouth opens and spit shoots out, dripping thickly, plenty to lube the palm of his hand. he wraps it tightly in a fist around the base of his cock, then he strokes up and down his length up to the sensitive tip, rubbing it with with his thumb in circular motions.
─── older boyfriend .ᐟ LEON KENNEDY who never shaves— he trims the hairs down and a happy trail in grayish blonde grows, (almost) high enough to reach his lower abdomen and soft abs. he jerks off while you’re asleep; thick ropes of spit cling up sticky on his hand and up and down his cock and the squelching noises fill up the bedroom.
─── older boyfriend .ᐟ LEON KENNEDY who stares at you, body facing away from him, with your lips parted so slightly, wearing nothing but a flimsy pair of panties which he eventually pulls to the side while he jerks off — and a tank top, pink, tight and obscenely see through. your soft nipples peek through pretty and leon takes one between his fingers, pinching and naturally, they harden up and his hand wanders, squeezing one of your tits.
─── older boyfriend .ᐟ LEON KENNEDY who kisses your shoulder while pressing two sticky wet fingers on the now slick entrance of your pussy, dragging them up and down, almost sinking them inside you. he takes it slow, his index finger buried by itself, followed by the second, curling up towards your sweet little spot. he feels the insides of your pussy stretching around his fingers and the only think he can imagine is how goddamn good it would feel to bury his cock in you instead; but he’ll wake you up and make sure you adjust nicely.
─── older boyfriend .ᐟ LEON KENNEDY who mutters a fuck under his breath when the tip of his cock parts your cunt open; it oozes with whiteish precum. his head tilts back and a hand rests on your inner thigh, spreading you out wide open. he breathes heavily and his mind turns empty when your pussy swallows him whole — by now, you’re already awake, arm around leon’s neck, moaning his name against his lips. you scream of how much you’ve missed the sex and you beg him to fuck you harder, to get the stress out and use your body freely.
“ah- leon! i wanted to… mmm, i really wanted to wait for you…” you moan as leon keeps slamming his cock deep inside pussy, “i was just too… mmm, i was so sleepy!”
he grunts and cooes sweet words in your ear while he fucks you with no condom, greedy walls stretching out around his throbbing cock, “shhh- don’t worry about it, sweetheart — you’re too goddamn perfect. so perfect waitin’ for me like this.”
making out with older boyfriend! leon kennedy inside his car.
hiya thanks for reading, angels ^o^ interactions and reblogs are super super appreciated <3 muah ! also next i’m gonna write about giving him a risky bj lol
