I'm pretty braindead today. Making up hours and having two jobs sucks big dick, brother. But I felt compelled to write today. My brain wasn't really in it, so I started one thing I didn't really have the brain power for and abandoned it. Still determined to write something, I wrote the quickest quickie of all time.
In the Leon Hella Drunk In NYC fic Claire's thigh high socks are mentioned. They're featured here, and as is to be expected, they send Leon from zero to sex instantly. Claire finds herself not really putting up much resistance.
Anyway. Have a quickie, that I wrote quickly. Now featuring thigh-high socks and Claire's attitude. Listen, Leon doesn't ALWAYS succeed at running the show.
As per usual, Claire was behind schedule. Part of her felt like hey, it wasn’t her fault she wasn’t a morning person and never had been. Part of her thought she was 28 years old and at some point in her life she needed to be an adult, responsible person that had a morning routine that involved, like, yoga and calmly drinking tea and not rushing around her house in a half-awake panic.
On most mornings she did not want to get out of bed to start her commute to the offices in the city. On that morning her desire to not get out of bed was compounded by the fact that it was about 15 degrees outside, and her bed was full of warm, halfway dozing Leon. She’d laid there being lazy, cuddling up until her internal clock began to chime loudly and she rolled over to pick up her phone, looking at it. The time displayed there had caused her to sit bolt upright in bed and mutter <em>fuck</em> hurriedly, scrambling to get out of the bed as Leon produced a faint groan behind her and slapped a pillow over his head.
In just her underwear she hurried to the bathroom, trying without much success to brush her teeth and make sense of her hair at the same time. Frantically she fumbled through the motions of trying to make herself presentable, hurriedly rubbing moisturizer into her face, dragging the brush through her hair. Taking the train was right out today. She’d be incomprehensibly late. She’d laid in bed so long she had no choice but to Indy 500 it into the city in her vehicle. She was still going to be late. This was generally her MO most days, and Claire wondered at what point in her life she was going to pull it together and be a collected, mature person. The powers that be always joked that she was the most reliable person TerraSave had, as long as they were not relying on her to be on time in the morning. She kind of felt like she needed to grow up.
She rushed back into the bedroom, and over to her dresser, yanking open a drawer. For a brief moment Leon lifted his head up, his bedhead tremendous, and he looked over at her digging through the drawer. “Late again,” he said to her.
“Yeah, well, your ass wasn’t exactly pushing me out of the bed,” she countered, finding what she was looking for in the drawer and shoving it shut. Leon chuckled some.
“I’m on PTO,” he said. “It’s not my responsibility to make sure you get to work.”
“Can it,” Claire said, sitting down on the edge of the bed. Leon chuckled again and once again became one with the bed, reburying his head. Claire unballed the bright green socks in her hands and leaned down, working one over her foot and pulling up. She repeated the motion on her other foot, and then reached down to work both socks up to their full height, hitting her upper thighs. It was freezing balls outside. Absent long underwear, she needed <em>something</em> on under the jeans to protect her from the wind as she walked the streets of NYC. She bounced off the bed with a huff, and Leon uncovered his head again, lifting it to say something, but he momentarily seemed frozen. She looked over at him, harried, one eyebrow up and her face hectically prompting.
“Holy fuck,” he announced, gazing at her with a slightly awed moue. “Jesus. I’m awake now.”
Claire put her hands on her hips and let out a huff. “Yeah, well—“ Leon rolled and wrapped his arm around her waist, the other one hooked around the back of one of her sock-clad thighs, pulling on her. “Hey. Hey! Leon, I don’t have time for—“
“Mmm,” he growled, voice low, forcibly pulling her back into the bed. “You think you can just walk around here like that and get away with it?” he asked, his hand coming down to roughly grasp at her ass through her panties. Claire wriggled, attempting to escape, her internal clock positively screaming at her.
“Leon stop,” she protested, feeling his hand slip under her panties, his hips riding up against hers. His face was in her neck, determinedly, and he began to place hot, open mouthed kisses against her skin. “I am going to be—“
“You’re already late,” he uttered into her neck, gripping her ass, his hips grinding up against her pointedly. “<em>Fuck</em> you look hot. C’mere—“
Claire was struggling, trying to free herself, trying to escape Leon and his bad ideas and horny intentions. “Leon I have to go to work,” she moaned in frustration, and to her great sense of alarm, maybe a mild bit of arousal. Both his hands were on her ass then, urging her against him through the blankets. “Leon—“ She was cut off by him fitting his mouth over hers, demanding and desperate. He groaned into her mouth and gave her ass a little slap, and to her great chagrin Claire felt the beginnings of heat pooling in her gut. She felt him starting to push her underwear down, and she made a startled noise, tearing her mouth away from his. “Leon <em>stop</em>,” she whined, but she noticed she wasn’t exactly fighting him very hard at that moment. Her nipples had peaked, and felt overly sensitive against his chest, the blankets.
“C’mere,” he growled, pushing her panties down. “Leave those socks on.”
“Leon,” she tried one more time, and found she was a little breathless, “I have to go to <em>work</em>. Hey—“ His face was back in her neck, mouth sucking at her pulse point, fingers seeking down to her now exposed pussy. His fingers brushed against her opening, and to her dismay, she realized she was mildly wet. Leon hummed in approval and rode up against her yet again.
This was a battle and Claire was losing. She thought of rushing into the office late, yet again; thought of having to drive 80 miles an hour and weaving in and out of traffic. Her mouth fell open at Leon’s mouth on her ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth, nipping, and her eyes drifted shut. “I am going to be <em>late</em>,” she tried one last time, her moan half-desperation, half-surrender.
“I’ll make it worth your while,” he uttered into her ear. “Fuck, Claire.”
She’d just wanted to be warm. She’d just wanted to get dressed. Now she was on top of Leon, following his urging to grind mindlessly, his breath short in her ear. She swallowed, forced the alarm bells out of her head, and let out a short noise. “Fine,” she conceded in breathless defeat. “Make it fast. I’ve got to—“ One moment she was on top of him and the next she was flat on her back in the bed, Leon pulling her panties down all the way, then caging her in with his arms as he hung over her.
“Fast?” he asked, looking down at her hungrily. “You got it. Fucking socks have me about to come in my pants like a teenager.” Hurriedly he pushed his boxer briefs down, and his cock sprung free, at full mast. Without preamble or any of the usual teasing, he lined himself up and thrust into her roughly. Her head rocked back and she moaned, her hands gripping at his arms. “There you go,” he murmured to her, immediately setting up a rapid pace, his hips pistoning fluidly. “That’s a good girl. Fuck, baby, you brought this on yourself—“
“I was just trying to get dressed,” Claire managed as he fucked her rapidly. “You’re the one—oh!” She cut herself off with a gasp as his thumb found her clit, rubbing tight circles. In the back of her mind, she wondered if Leon would find it insane and psychotic if she just started to beat him about the head. Sure, it felt good. Was she going to come? Probably. But she really did not have time for this and yet again Leon and his hard cock and his bad ideas had put her in a situation. A situation she was willingly taking, laying there on her back gripping at him as he fucked her senseless, but a situation nonetheless.
His free hand grabbed one of her legs at the thigh and pushed it upward, fingers tight into her flesh. “Gonna be late to work because you couldn’t say no to this cock,” he said. “Because you thought you could walk around here looking like that and—“
“I am going to kill you,” Claire moaned, short of breath, her body bouncing with his thrusts.
He loosed a short chuckle. “Do it,” he said. “I probably deserve it. Let me come before you do.” He pushed in deep and rutted against her, finger fast at her clit, and he grinned some at her throwing her head back and letting out a keen. “Boy you seem pissed,” he noted, labored.
“Oh fuck you,” she breathed, hands fisted in the pillow behind her head. “You’re—oh fuck—“
“Give it to me,” he urged. “You gonna come on this cock like a good girl? In your little fucking socks?” His fingers tightened on her thigh. “Say my name, Claire.”
Claire gritted her teeth and looked up at the ceiling, feeling stubborn. Sure, she felt like her nerve endings were singing and orgasm was gaining on her. She still wanted to punch him. She was still going to be sprinting into the office, late beyond belief. His thumb pressed against her firmly and she let out a mewl.
“Oh, are you mad?” he asked, in mock sympathy. “C’mon. Be a good girl for me. Say my name.” His hips rutted against her again, his thick cock pushing in deep, and she whimpered.
“Leon,” she murmured, conceding defeat.
“Louder,” he said, looking down at her. “Jesus fuck, look at you—“ His hips doubled their efforts, his cock moving in and out of her quickly.
Her mouth fell open, face hot. “Leon,” she said, louder. “Oh fuck—oh—“
“That’s it,” he urged, “come for me.”
“Oh—I am going to <em>kill you</em>--“ She angled her head back, lip in her teeth, breath caught.
“Not my fault you decided to put on socks that send a man from zero to coming,” he uttered, strained. “Mm, fuck. Wanna keep you home all day. Watch you walking around here in those things. Bend you over the counter and fucking pound you, pull your hair, until you fucking beg—“
The imagery, coupled with the insistence of his finger on her clit, sent her over the edge. For the moment thoughts of being late yet again were driven out of her head by the shooting stars of release, and she loosed a long, high pitched noise, her pussy tightening and fluttering around his cock inside her. Leon groaned appreciatively, fucking her right through it.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he said, looking down at her. “That’s a good girl. Fuck you make me crazy—“
She hummed, straining, riding out her orgasm, and looked back down to him with red cheeks, her mouth open. “If you don’t quit running your mouth and get to getting I am going to—“
“Yes ma’am,” Leon said with labored cheerfulness, grabbing the backs of both of her thighs and folding her as he fucked into her so rapidly it stole her breath. “Fuck I love your cunt—Jesus—“
A throaty noise escaped her, his cock hitting home deep within her with every quick, pointed thrust. “Leon—“ she managed, breathily, and she didn’t know if in that moment she was saying his name just to say it or if she wanted to continue berating him.
“Mmm—fuck, baby, here it comes—you ready?” he asked, looking down at where he moved in and out of her, her thighs pressed up against her body. “You ready for me to fucking fill this pussy—“
“Do it,” she moaned, hands gripping at the pillow above her head. “If you don’t—“
“Fuck,” he growled, pushing his hips flush against her, his cock pulsing inside her. He began moving back and forth minutely, in and out of her slowly as he came. “Fuck yeah,” he gusted. “When you get home tonight, you and those socks are—“
Claire began to squirm, trying to get him to unfold her. “Save it for later,” she said breathlessly, wriggling in determination. “Leon you fucking dick I am going to be <em>so late</em>--“
To her great frustration, he began to laugh, but he did release her thighs and pull out of her, letting out a gust. “Have fun at work,” he said cheerfully, dropping off to her side, laying on his back in the bed as she scrambled. “I’m gonna lay here all day. May or may not jerk off thinking about the socks. Dunno yet.”
“You better enjoy yourself because I’m going to beat you within an inch of your life when I get home,” Claire said, scrambling out of bed and bending to grab a bra off the floor. She hooked it around her middle, hurriedly pulling it up and over her breasts. “I can’t believe you. You—“
“Have you <em>looked</em> at yourself in those fucking socks?” he asked incredulously, lifting his head off the bed to peer at her as she leaned forward and swiped her underwear off the bed. “Like, if any man knew that was what you had going on under the jeans, there’d be a line of hard dicks up and down the street.”
She stepped into her underwear, pulling them up. She knew in a few minutes she was going to be leaking come, but she didn’t have the time to wait for that to happen so she could clean it up. A mess in her panties it was, probably much to Leon’s smug enjoyment, the horny asshole. “I wear them to stay warm, not make dicks hard,” she informed him, turning to her closet and pulling out a shabby, second-hand sweater.
“Well, I regret to inform you they make dicks hard,” Leon replied, letting his head drop back. “Fuck I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so hot.”
Claire pulled the sweater over her head, and then reached for yesterday’s jeans in a heap on the floor, pulling them on. “You’re a pervert. <em>Everything</em> makes your dick hard.”
“Yeah and you’re not usually complaining,” Leon countered. “I kind of like the attitude. You can threaten me with violence any time.” He lifted his head again and grinned ferociously at her. “Makes my dick hard.”
“<em>Ugh</em>,” Claire said loudly, in frustration. “You better pray I don’t get yelled at, at work,” she said loudly, leaving the bedroom. “I will come home and fucking fold you into a pretzel,” she threatened, hunting around the living room for her boots.
A loud laugh from the bedroom behind her was the response. “Sure, sweetheart,” he called back. “Me and my dick will just be here waiting for you and those socks to get home.”
Claire rolled her eyes and located her boots, sitting down on the couch to quickly pull them on. “Waiting for me to kick you right in it,” she hollered back.
“Oh is that what you’re gonna do?” he called back. “Sure. We’ll see.”
Claire laced up her boots and tied them, and then pulled the hair tie from around her wrist, pulling her hair up into a sloppy knot.
Typical day. She was late, and as usual, being led into hedonistic bad decisions by the man she let visit her house in his downtime. Claire started coming up with excuses she could feed to everyone about why she was so late. Traffic, power outage, alarm didn’t go off. Socks too hot, had to be dicked down about it was not chief among them.
