would you be up for writing a fem!reader x dwayne and paul smut??? i love your writing!! <3
A/N: Alright guys, here’s some absolute FILTH for you. Sorry if this has some mistakes, like 80% of this was written on my phone which is not ideal, but I’ll be getting my computer back next week! hope you like this anon, this is my first super long smut and I really like it tbh, hope y’all do too!
tags: fingering, cunnilingus, threesome, dom!dwayne, pleasure dom paul, g-spot orgasm, squirting, Dwayne and Paul are exhibitionists in this, choking, nipple play, blood drinking, biting, and much much more
Summer was in full swing in Santa Carla, as hundreds swarmed the boardwalk and beach every night, with tons of activities happening constantly. Concerts, traveling shows, and street markets kept the nightlife busy as people of all ages descended upon the small town for their summer fun. The boys had seen a flyer earlier that week about a movie being shown on the beach, and immediately planned on making it a date night. It was an older movie from the 50’s that they all knew of, and they started to show their age as they told you about seeing it in old drive-ins back in the day. Their enthusiasm was endearing, so you of course agreed to go, and met them at the beach with no idea what to expect.
They set up tons of blankets on a dune far away from the main crowd, as the screen was large enough for you to see from yards away, and the audio echoed across the beach, so you were able to understand what was happening from so far away. You figured they were wanting to be able to talk and mess around without having to deal with the other patrons, but it also was nice to have a spot all to yourselves and be able to let loose.
Chinese takeout was scattered everywhere as you all casually watched the movie, the boys making comments here and there and breaking out into smaller conversations occasionally, not too invested in the movie that you all had to stay quiet.
You were sandwiched between Marko and Dwayne, and Paul and David were further down the blanket, chatting about the trouble they would get into when they used to go to old drive-ins when they were younger. You felt Marko’s attention drift elsewhere from beside you, and you followed his gaze to see a group of drunken surf nazis walking not too far away from where you guys were set up. It was a secluded enough area that they could feed without worrying about getting caught. David noticed this and quickly pointed it out.
“You boys hungry?” They all turned their heads to look at the surfer nazis and you felt Marko shrug from beside you.
“I could go for a bite. Paul? Dwayne?” He looked at the boys for their answers, and you watched as they gave each other a look you couldn’t really place, and you could’ve sworn they glanced at you for a split second. It was obvious they were having some sort of discourse mentally, and it drove you absolutely nuts when they did because you felt disincluded from the conversation.
“We’ll hang back, you boys go ahead though. We’ll be here when you get back.” Dwayne nodded them off, and pulled you closer to his side as David and Marko walked away. It was nice when you got to spend time with just two of the boys, as it was always fun to see what their dynamic was like. Paul and Dwayne were close, and it was pretty laid back when it was just the two of them. Paul was of course still playful, but since Dwayne was more quiet and mature, it simmered his hyperness down a bit as compared to when he hung out with Marko.
So then it was just the three of you. Dwayne pulled a blanket over you and pulled you so you were resting against his shoulder with his arm around you and Paul had made himself at home in your lap, your hands reaching down to lazily play with his hair as he enjoyed the movie. You could have dozed off just like that, cuddling with your two boys, if Paul’s wandering hands weren’t keeping you awake.
As you scratched his head and played with his hair, he didn’t hesitate to return the favor by massaging your thighs that were on either side of his head, his hands occasionally dipping into your inner thighs. Normally this wouldn’t be enough alone to get you worked up, but Paul kept on shifting and pushing his head further back into your lap, which put pressure on your mound that felt oddly good when combined with his massages. You tried to ignore it though, not wanting to ruin this sweet moment with your horny self.
However, you began to suspect ulterior motives when Paul pushed the blanket up to your hips and laid back down on your lap so that he now had access to the bare skin of your thighs. You squirmed a little as you felt him start to place soft kisses on the insides of your thighs, kneading the flesh slightly harder as you did your best to stay quiet. You quickly bit your lip and leaned more of your weight into Dwayne, trying to hide your blushed face from Paul’s view, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing you so worked up.
The gig was up, however, when Paul flipped onto his stomach so that he was now looking up at you from his place in your lap, and Dwayne pulled the blanket off of you, exposing more of your body to their wandering hands. They both shared a smirk as you were now sandwiched between the two horny vampires, who both looked as if they wanted to absolutely ravish you in that moment.
You quickly realized the two bastards had planned this, and flushed in embarrassment when you considered that David and Marko might have left the three of you to give you some privacy. You didn’t mind the attention of course, it was just that the boys usually preferred to keep their sex-capades in the privacy of the cave, where all four of them could have you screaming and yelling from pleasure without having to worry about others interferring.
You were snapped out of your thoughts, however, when you felt Paul begin to unbutton your shorts and Dwayne’s lips attaching to your neck, beginning to leave marks across your skin that would be visible for quite some time. You quickly placed your hands on them, obviously wanting to continue but your own anxieties getting in the way of you doing so.
“Wait guys, hold on a minute. What if someone sees us?” You asked, looking between the two of them for an answer. They both just softly chuckled, and you felt Dwayne’s breath on your cheek as he talked lowly into your ear.
“That’s kind of the point sweetheart. Want that pretty pussy of yours on display for the whole boardwalk.” To further enunciate his point, you felt his hand slowly make it’s way between your legs and softly cupping your cunt, his thumb rubbing lightly over where your clit resided beneath the fabric of your denim shorts. You let out a moan under your breath as you squirmed from his touch, but still shared an uneasy look with Paul from his position between your legs.
“Baby, We chose this spot for a reason you know. No one is going to hear or see you, and if they do we’ll take care of it like we always do. Just trust us, okay?” You eyed him warily but seeing the sincerity in his gaze had your defenses come crumbling down, and you quietly nodded your consent at him, leaning your head to the side to let Dwayne continue his assault on your neck.
They both groaned as they continued their actions, your shorts quickly being unbuttoned and ripped down your legs, your panties quickly following suit. Dwayne began to scrape his teeth and fangs along your neck, licking the area he had run his fangs over after. He pulled your shirt over your head, which was an old band tee from one of the boys, and began to lightly roll your nipples between his fingers, since you had decided to go braless for the night.
You soon felt your legs being pulled further apart, your soaked pussy being exposed to the cold ocean breeze. It caused goosebumps to erupt all over you, and you peered down at Paul as he simply took a minute to stare at your womanhood, entranced by the arousal he could already see between your lips.
“Dwayne, she’s soaked.” You heard Paul moan, and you didn’t miss the way he ground his hips into the blanket below him, without a doubt already sporting a hard on. Dwayne chuckled from behind you, and you felt his fingers beneath your chin as he made you look up at him, the height difference between the two of you becoming hard to ignore as you had crane your neck up.
“Are you excited thinking about what Paul’s gonna do to you sweetheart? Gonna be a good girl and let him make you feel good?” His words sent shivers down your entire body as you submissively nodded at his suggestion, staring up at him with lust filled eyes. You could feel your face heat up, your cheeks becoming a dark shade of pink at his words. He chuckled at your willingness, and quickly connected your lips with his, not hesitating to let his tongue explore the inside of your mouth. You fought it back with your own tongue lightly, but you both knew who was really in control here.
You let out a surprised moan as you felt Paul's lips finally connect with your mound. He ate you out like a man starved, his tongue thrashing wildly along your heat, spending extra time licking at and sucking on your clit. Your mouth hung open as pure bliss flowed through your body, his mouth making you feel things you had never felt before. Stars crossed your vision as he alternated between fucking you with his tongue while toying with your clit with nimble fingers and taking your clit into his mouth while paying special attention to licking it with his tongue at the same time.
You were panting at this point as Dwayne was becoming more aggressive with his kisses, one hand in your hair, tilting your head right where he wanted it to be, and the other wrapped around your neck, applying just the right amount of pressure. He would occasionally pull back and squeeze your throat even tighter, watching you look up at him helplessly as he held your life beneath his palm. He’d praise you through all of this, calling you his perfect little slut and telling you how beautiful you looked. Tears quickly flowed over your cheeks, overwhelmed with pleasure as Dwayne continued to verbally and physically dominate you while Paul worked magic between your legs.
You let out a choked cry as you felt Paul’s fingers finally enter you, and he crooked his fingers up, up, up, until he hit something inside you that had you helplessly crying out, overwhelmed by the sensation. Dwayne quickly wrapped his legs around yours and forced them open, effectively holding you in place as Paul continued his movements, looking up at you with a shit eating grin as you couldn’t help but squirm from the feeling. You screwed your eyes shut as you could only focus on his fingers, as they quickly were pumped in and out of you, Paul moving them to hit that special spot everytime.
He eventually stopped pumping, and you let out desperate moans as he held his hand firmly against your mound, his hand staying in place but his middle and ring fingers moving in a “come hither” motion as his other hand came up to push down on your stomach, and you would’ve collapsed if you weren’t already laying down as the sensations became even stronger with his actions.
“D-Dwayne, please let me cum, please. Feels so goo- fuck!” You were barely coherent as Dwayne continued to paw at your chest, harshly squeezing and pulling on your nipples as he watched Paul go down on you with a lust filled gaze. Your pleading was cut off as you felt one of his hands go back to squeezing your neck, pulling you harder into his body, as the other began to trail down towards your clit. You choked when you felt his dick beneath you, hard and huge as he grinded into your ass.
You screamed when he began toying with your clit, and Paul sped up his fingers inside of you as you thrashed around wildly. An obscene wet noise could be heard as he fingered your pussy, and you couldn’t control the noises that came out of you as you felt a pressure building deep in your gut. You barely had time to warn the boys you were cumming when your vision went white, and you helplessly tucked your head into Dwayne as you screamed from ecstasy.
Just as you came, you felt two pairs of fangs attach to you, one on your jugular and the other on your inner thigh. You whimpered and moaned loudly as this carried out your orgasm for even longer, and you felt a second wave hit you even harder than the first. You also felt a stronger sense of release, but your eyes stayed shut as you rode out your climax and let the boys continue to feed off you.
It wasn’t long before they detached themselves from you, and you kept your eyes shut as you panted wildly, trying to come down from your high. You snapped your eyes open when both boys began to chuckle. You stared at Paul dumbfounded, whose face was soaked with your release, and you gasped when you noticed that not only had it gotten all over his face, there was also puddle beneath you. That was then you realized you had squirted, something you had never done before. You gaped down at Paul, who was cockily licking your release off his fingers.
“Damn babe, didn’t know you had it in you.” He pressed a light kiss to your mound before lightly pulling up your panties, which were also soaked. You groaned from embarrassment as you tried to hide from the boys, who were chuckling and teasing you. You would never hear the end of this and you knew for a fact that the boys would not rest until each one of them individually made you squirt. David would not be happy that Paul had also taken one of your firsts, as he usually liked to do the honors.
Speaking of the devil, you heard footsteps approach as Marko and David came fresh from their feeding, Both of them grinning at you devilishly as you shyly tried to cover up, realizing how exposed you were under the moonlight. The movie had long since ended, and the five of you were alone on the dune.
“Well well well, looks like we missed a party, didn’t we Marko?” David came closer and didn’t hesitate to look at the mess you had made of the blanket. His smirk dropped slightly as he stared at Paul’s wet face, starting to connect the dots.
“Wait a minute, did you make her-“ He was cut off by Dwayne, who was smugly smirking from his spot behind you.
“Ohhhhh yeah, he did” He chuckled as he pressed kisses all over your flushed cheeks, and you could tell he was proud of you. David stared in disbelief at Paul, who got up to move closer to the group. You didn’t miss the wet spot on his pants, realizing that he had gotten off himself at some point in the night.
You were shaken out of your thoughts, however, when you heard David’s belt buckle click and zipper come down. His gaze had shifted towards you, and you couldn't help but feel helpless as he stared at you in such a predatory way. His hand dipped beneath his pants as he stared you in the eye.
“Hope you’ve got some more left in you girl, because I’m not stopping until you’re cumming all over my face.”
𐙚 — I’m the Type to Bend Over, Take all the D*ck !
𐙚 JJK men [GOJO+GETO, CHOSO, HIGURUMA, NANAMI, TOJI+SUKUNA] x fem!reader | artwork by @/thatsallitchief | divider by @/cursed-carmine | mdni | m.list
𐙚 If there was anybody on campus that everyone wanted to get their hands on, it was you. Luckily for some guys, their wishes came true.
𐙚 a/n: these are separate but if you squint hard enough they’re connected :p
𐙚 Satoru Gojo ! ft. 𐙚 Suguru Geto !
[blowjob, slight hair pulling]
It all started at frat!jo's party.
“Well aren’t you just the prettiest star with my cock in your mouth?”
Satoru’s hand had a fistful of your hair, holding you steady while he fucked that pretty throat of yours. He finally got his hands on you after trying for for-fucking-ever. Satoru liked pretty things, and the way his heart leapt the moment his eyes landed on you for the first time was cartoonish. And it seemed you were friends with everyone except him! Even his twin brother ?! But fuckkk it was worth the wait.
“Fuck- that’s a good girl take it.” Your eyes, your pretty eyes looked up at the white haired male while he stared right back down at you. He moans at the way your knees spread on the floor, skirt hiked upon your waist while your fingers teased that pearl between your legs. So wet, the eye rolling whimpers making your pussy throb. “Gonna c—um so deeep down your- fuck- throat star.”
Frantic fingers rubbed at your clit, hips rutting against the wet fingers. Saliva began to leak down your chin, tears caught up in your waterline. And Satoru…oh Satoru. Your hips sputter against your fingers- they didn’t feel fast enough to match the speed he fucked your throat. Pretty blue eyes rolled, mouth falling open as he pushed your head deeper onto his big cock, warm globs of cum filled the space while your pussy fluttered, swallowing every drop.
“Now Satoru, who throws a party and isn’t even present- woah.” The door opens, pretty boy Suguru Geto stares at the scene in shock. Now, he’s walked in on Satoru plenty of times, but the shocker was you.
You smack Satoru’s hand in your hair, his eyes shooting open as you released him from your mouth. “Sh-Shit star wait m’still sensitive-“ All 8 thick inches, pink tip leaking sadly at the loss of warmth
“Shut up! I thought you locked the door? Stupid.”
It’s Suguru who closes the door (after stepping in and locking it). “I got to say, I’m quite surprised to see you Y/N. Thought you didn’t like Satoru.” A teasing smirk raises on his lips, Satoru’s long arm wrapping around your shoulder, cock throbbing against your skirt.
“Was all just sexual tension, right star?” A slap to your ass has you scoffing.
“You come to join Suguru?” He asks excitedly, and that’s how you ended up with your skirt wrapped in Suguru’s fist while he fucked you into Satoru’s mattress like his life depended on it. The white haired man watching while he stroked his sensitive cock to match Suguru’s rhythm. Other than the beats of the music outside, the rhythmic thump ! thump ! creak-thump ! of Satoru’s bed showed. the poor wall behind it no mercy.
“Mmmhp- f-fuck slow down-“ Breathless broken moans pouring into the soft material below you. So wet that Suguru slipped in and out of you with ease, his thick cock head bullying that sweet spot inside of you. So deep that your pussy squeezed around him, the wet squelches of your pretty cunt messily painting a white ring around his cock.
“Hah— hahhh fuck Angel- y’feel so good..”
“S-Sugu-“ Your broken whines send Satoru’s thumb to cover his tip, cum threatening to spill over that pretty face of yours. Suguru shudders, eyes squeezing shut. His hand finds the center of your back, pushing you down to deepen your arch. “O-OH—!” Your body trembles, his biggg dick slipping even deeper into your waiting heat.
“Gonna cum so deep Angel- shit- shit— cumming…fuckkkk”
Fuck. Satoru wanted to take a picture at the scene, his cum splattering across of your face while Suguru’s cock was buried to the hilt as he filled you up, and you better not waste anything.
𐙚 Choso Kamo !
[ sex while under the influence, smoking during sex, fingering, squirting ]
You’ve always been plug!Choso's favorite customer.
You never once had to pay for a damn thing, all he asked for was company while he smoked. Choso who liked you so much (just as much as about anyone) he bought you pretty pink papers to roll your weed up in.
“Stop..teasing Cho.”
Choso who spoiled you so much he called you Princess, and you didn’t mind. The same man who had his pretty lips wrapped around your lipgloss stained blunt. Red eyes low while he lazily rubbed the thick tip of his dick over your cum coated hole. Like the princess you were, you had that pretty back arched for him just the way he liked you to, pink lacy panties pulled to the side.
“It’s so wet princess..” He sighs, tilting his head back as he took a hit of the blunt, inhaling the smoke before passing it down to you.
See, Choso liked taking his time with you. Every movement he made during sex was calculated, he knew what spots made you scream, and he knew what spots would have you squirting all over his bed. Many people wanted you, but Choso had you. He didn’t want to date, just company while he smoked…and pussy.
With his focus on that pretty gaping hole of yours, ready to take him again, Choso fed you like you wanted- like she wanted. Low groan escaping his lips, your eyes closing feeling yourself make room for his big dick as you sucked him in. His hands trembled lightly at your hips, fingers digging into your skin. Inch by inch he pushed all those inches deep inside.
“Mmmfuck Cho-“ You gasp softly, your other hand fisting the sheets while he rocked against you steadily. Your lips kissed the blunt, inhaling the smoke. The moment you took that deep breath, Choso pulls allll the way out with a pop ! before shoving his cock all back in.
“Shitttt, Princess.” He whines, your warm gummy walls swallowing him, begging him to go deeper. But Choso knew what you wanted, he always knew. Shaky hands hold the blunt up towards him. The room stuffy with sex and weed. The slapping of skin echoing throughout as he pounded into that pretty pussy slow but so hard. “Need to fill you up hm?”
The blunt passed back and forth between you two, the pap pap pap sound getting louder by the second. “A-Ahh Cho——w-wait fuck-“ Your head was spinning, mouth agape while he hit that spot over and over again. Drool spilled from your lips, and Choso looked down with those red eyes…
You cry out, the blunt between you two gets put out by Choso so he could fuck you faster with no distractions.
The sight so pretty he wanted to take a picture. “Rub that pretty clit for me princess…that’s right- good girlll.”
Bite marks on the back of your shoulders (that he’d definitely get yelled at for later), your pussy sucking him in and creaming. That white ring getting bigger and bigger by the second. “Right there-“ You groan, fingers making quick work of the sensitive pearl between your legs as you leaked down your fingers.
“Mmm right here?” He smirks down at you, biting his lip while he angled for that spot— that spot he knew drove you crazy.
It only made him want to go faster. To cum inside of you again. “Wanna see this hole— mmph— dripping when m’done-“ Your eyes roll, a shuddering sigh as your body relaxes, a cool breeze pouring over you, your pussy squeezing around him- milking him.
“Th-There she is..” Choso buries himself inside of you, angling at that spot to pour alll of his cum into. “Hahhh fuck..” He lets his head fall back, letting out a soft groan as he planted his seed.
“Spread open, princess.” his voice soft in your ear, inch by inch of his slick coated cock pulling out from your leaking pussy.
“mmmph..” you hold your pussy open for him, his cum seeping out and dripping down onto the soft surface of his bed. Your fingers take a quick dip inside, a small sigh leaving your lips while you throbbing around the digits as more of his cum poured out. Choso always came a lot.
Choso stroked his cock at the sight. Both of you sensitive to the slight overstimulation. But you held it open for him, and his cock slips right back in and out, in and out as you tug gently at your clit. Your legs had a slight tremble to them, eyes squeezing shut while he rutted back into you.
𐙚 Nanami Kento !
[choking, squirting]
It’s always a hassle when you don’t want to go to the gym with 𐙚 med student!Nanami, after promising you’d lock in this time.
“M-M’sorry Nana- f—fuck s’too deep-“
“Hahh…You’re not sorry, sweetheart. You do this every week.”
Your poor couch wasn’t ready for the “at home” exercise Nanami had planned for you this week.
“Does it hurt?” He hums. The firm grip on the back of your neck loosened. Your breath unsteady as your legs shook with a wet globing mess of his cum mixed with your juices trailing allll down your thighs. Shaking your head, you hiccuped, the cushion pillow beneath your head caught majority of your cries and pleasure filled tears.
“Feels good…” You whine, pretty pussy squeezing around Nanami’s thick cock that was buried to the hilt inside of you.
“Yeah? Where does it feel good sweetheart?” He coos, voice soft in your ear. Nanami’s hips pull back, dragging his longgg cock with him until the thick head pops ! out of your pussy. He took a long swipe of his cum pouring from your hole before he thrusted back in all at once. You squeal, the grip on your neck tightening back to just the way you liked it- the way Nanami knew you liked it.
“Ri—-ight there- !” A sharp gasp is pulled from your body, Nanami’s hand finding a grip on your ass cheek to see the mess he was making. Sweet groans spilled. Nanami’s glasses began to fog. He throws his head back, biting down on his lip with a small smack ! of your ass that has your pussy squeezing around him.
“Yeah? You like when I fuck you here sweetheart?” Cock bullying your puffy pussy. You swear you could feel him right in your heart with the repeated thrust thrust thrust he poured into you. And fuckkk you were so wet, Nanami couldn’t help the loud whine dripping from his lips.
“—-um— gonna…gonna cum ‘gin Nana.” Your eyes squeeze shut. Your warning whimpers did nothing for the man pounding into you. He made it worse- thick fingers leaving your ass to that pretty pearl right between your legs. “Nana-“
“She’s taking me so well, sweetheart.” His thrusts slowed, fingers rubbing circles around your sensitive clit that has your hips jerking. “Listen to that…” The wet sounds echoing across your apartment alongside your moans would definitely be a complaint from your neighbor later.
The fingers worked at your clit. Pound after pound he poured into you, tugging at the sensitive nerve until he felt that wet splash onto his thighs. “Fuck fuck— fuck !” The loud broken whimper of your high came crashing down, Nanami’s fingers still rubbing- his cock still fucking into you while you squirted.
“Good girl, sweetheart.” His hand leaves your neck, his body feeling hot as he leaned over you, kissing the pretty tears away from those pretty eyes. “So good for me, hm?” He cums with a shuddering sigh deep into your womb. The warmth making you shiver, repeated kisses littering your cheek as you panted against the pillow.
“We’re going to the gym tomorrow. Right sweetheart?”
𐙚 Toji Fushiguro ! ft. Ryomen Sukuna !
[degrading: reader gets called a slut, blowjob, fingering, spanking, choking, public sex, anal]
Now, college is fun. You’re a smart girl who has good grades. A smart girl who likes to party and have fun also. But too much fun can cause you to get pulled over by your favorite policemen. Unfortunately, the moment you got pulled over this time you were fucked.
“I know this car. Damn, you must like getting pulled over doll?”
“Tsk tsk. Brat, can’t stay out of trouble, can you?”
The taunting voices of 𐙚 police officer ! Toji and 𐙚 police officer ! Sukuna had you sighing as they knocked on your window.
Sukuna lets out a laugh, the both of them leaning on either side of your door— Toji taps the window with a smirk on his face. You let your windows down as you leaned your head on your steering wheel.
“What is it this time? You high?” Sukuna asks, straight up as he peered into your window. It wasn’t your first time getting pulled over by the two- in fact it’s always them when you get pulled over, and fuck they loved their job a bit too much when it came to you.
“No sir…” Which wasn’t entirely a lie, you were high but you’re sober now from how long you were over at Choso’s…
“Mmmhm. So why’re y’swervin like that this time of night, doll face?” Toji gruffs out as he shakes his head, tapping the roof of your car. “Cmon get out, you know the routine.”
Sukuna watched as you unbuckled your seatbelt, and he opens the door for you. The pink haired man’s flashlight flashed into your car as per the protocol, but you all knew they weren’t really going to arrest you.
Two of Toji’s thick fingers beckon you forward. His eyes trailing up your exposed legs curiously, a smirk curling in the corner of his scarred lip. It really wasn’t a good time. You were in really short shorts with one of Choso’s t-shirts that was a bit big on your frame that it exposed your bite mark littered shoulder, and the faint hickey’s littering your neck. No bra.
And then he got a realll good look at you. Your face flushed in embarrassment (and something more), your lips puffy looking, and most importantly…you squeezed your thighs together. Even Sukuna caught on and gave a knowing look to his partner.
“Hiding somethin’?” Sukuna’s deep voice from behind you sent shivers down your spine.
“No sir, Officer Sukuna.” You squeak. His body walking around yours as he looked you up and down, curious brow raised. Toji snorts, patting his shoulder as the taller man joined his side.
“Who was it this time? That Gojo boy?”
“Or is it the uhh- shit- what’s the long haired ones name?”
“Suguru Geto?”
“Yeah that one.”
The two cops laugh, beginning to talk about how much Satoru got on their nerves and how many parties they’ve had to give warning to. You roll your eyes, shifting in your step. “It was neither.”
Toji licks his lips as their focus turns back towards you. “Alright doll face. Sure I don’t need to check between those legs this time?” You bite your lip at the footsteps nearing you again. His thumb grazes your chin, tilting your head up and fuck he smelled good.
“I’m sure, Officer Fushiguro.” Your voice sweet, innocent sounding just the way everyone hears it while you bat those pretty lashes….Except Toji knew it was bullshit the moment you started acting sweet. His eyes narrow. Pulling back from you he starts walking to their car, talking Sukuna on the shoulder. The taller man pulls you in by your waist.
“What I tell you ‘bout lying brat? Hm?”
The road was dark apart from the orange hue of the campus streetlights nearby. Your body was hot as you whimpered against the dark hairs resting at the base of Toji’s cock, bent over with your legs spread, Choso’s cum leaking down your pussy while Sukuna spreads the soft skin of your ass open to watch.
“Lost your damn mind, doll face.” His big cock stretching your fucked lips, his hand finding your hair and tugging. A loud smack ! to your ass as you squealing around the twitching muscle, pre cum sliding down your throat.
Toji finds a slow steady rhythm at first, and oh…those pretty eyes looked up at him. “That’s it…take it.”
“You spoil her too much.” The man behind you huffs at his partner. Toji tugs at your hair, pulling a moan right out of you while he smirked.
“Shit- can’t help it. She’s s’pretty —heh- with my dick in her mouth. Aren’t you doll face?” He groans, saliva dripping down to his heavy balls that slapped against your chin.
You hear the clink of Sukuna’s belt being unbuckled, those thick fingers caressing your clit, making you shiver as you rolled your hips slightly for more friction. However, cum still dripped from that pretty pussy. “Gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.” He curses before those two fingers slip into your hole with ease- with familiarity. A loud squelch ! echoed throughout the dark road as he curled them inside of your heat.
“Fuckin slut.” And his fingers reached deep, causing you to squirm. You whine, hips pushing back. “Mmmph ‘Kuna-“ Your moans muffled. Your hand found the thick of Toji’s thighs to steady yourself while he fucked your throat.
“Tch, he pumped you full too.”
He adds another finger, the trio working you open. When it came down to Sukuna and Toji, you genuinely had to brace yourself. Toji’s cock slips from your mouth for you to take a breath, “Tongue out.” His hand holds your chin, watching your mouth fall open.
“That’s a good girl.” He stroked his cock with the collected spit. Two long strokes of his deep pink cock, the tip thick and almost red. Two thick veins underlined it down to his base. He tapped it against the flat of your tongue. Your tongue licks the dribble of pre cum, kissing the gorgeous tip. You hear Sukuna let out a soft groan behind you, his thumb rubbing your clit as his fingers fucked you faster.
“right there-“ you gasp, your eyes fluttering shut for a. “p-please m’so close ‘Kuna—“
“Gonna take care of you doll face.” Like they always did.
“Let us show you grown men fuck.”
“You’re really hardheaded. Thought I told you I didn’t want this pussy to be filled the next time I fucked you?”
Your head leaned back onto Toji’s shoulder, his big hand squeezing around your throat. “Sh-Shit— ahh- ah please!” Fast fingers rubbed at your clit. His cock fucking into the welcoming hole of your ass, while Sukuna’s big hands held your thighs spread wide open.
“Please what?” His hips slammed into yours, biggg cock stretching out the gummy walls of your pussy wide.
“Can’t take it-“
“Oh you can take it.” Toji huffs in your ear, the flushed head of his cock slipping in and out… in and out with ease. The sticky mess acting as lubricant between your legs. Your legs that shook violently in Sukuna’s grasp.
“M-Mhm..feels s’good don’t it?”
“Yes—! Yesohfuckohfuck”
They found a steady fast rhythm that had you hiccuping. The sounds of skin slapping and your incoherent moans echoed throughout the dark road. Anyone could drive by and see you being fucked by them.
Toji’s groans were loud in your ear. “Takin’ us s’good doll face…like a goood slut.”
“To—ji!” You whimper.
His grip on your neck loosening, “Yeah? You like that pretty girl? Like us fillin’ you up?” and he coos, bringing his fingers to your lips, “Spit.”
Saliva drips down your chin, the gathered spit going straight between your legs. You yelp, hips bucking as the feeling rushes over you. The wet splash between your legs splattered, only making them go faster.
Sukuna lets out a warning grunt. His face a light shade of pink, sweat dripping down his forehead. “Gonna fill you up the way I want to. Understand brat?”
“mm-‘hmm” You whine out, lips parting, your moans growing louder by the second. Between the cocks filling your holes, the fingers rubbing your clit, and the hand around your throat- fuck you could do this for days.
“Dont ever let me catch you like this again.” Sukuna’s voice was hot in your ear, Toji’s chuckle following after. Your insides were so warm. Letting out a breathless moan, you relax against Toji’s chest. Your holes full as they pulled out.
…and as a safety precaution, Sukuna drove you back to your apartment while Toji drove your car there.
𐙚 Hiromi Higuruma !
[public sex, pussy eating]
𐙚 law student!Higuruma abided by campus rules- any rules for that matter. He did things fairly by the law, he was a future lawyer after all.
“I—oh fuck-!” Sometimes, he didn’t. Very rarely.
His hands were hot on your thighs as he held them up, your back against the cool polished wood of the table. Front and center in the campus courtroom used for mock trial. Hiromi found his face buried comfortably between your legs.
His tongue lapped at your slick coated folds, moaning at the taste. Higuruma loved being between your legs after all. The way he ate you out with care, his nose rubbing against your clit. Your pussy dripping with saliva and your juices.
“You taste heavenly, have I ever told you that my sweet girl?” The way he ate you with care, the smell of your body oil filling his nose while he dove deeper into your heat. His tongue took a long stripe up to your clit, carrying your juices with it while he sucked on that pretty pearl.
“Hiro— ah-ah-“ You whimper, withering in his grasp. Your hand found his hair, pulling him in deeper. His tongue slips into your hole, your warmth welcoming him, and he groans. Your slick made a mess of his chin, his lips, and his nose.
“Mmfuck sweet girl. Tase’ so good.” His eyes close for a second, just taking in you. Fuck you drove him crazy. He lets up for just a bit, big eyes staring up at your skirt. You were still in your outfit, panties pulled to the side while he tongue fucked you.
“M’so close Hiro…f-fuck keep licking there.” The sloppy sound of Higuruma salvaging his meal echoed throughout the large empty room, sky dark outside. You were in there after the building closed for the day after all, even after the janitor did his rounds.
Two of his fingers slip there way into your hole making you squirm. He curls his fingers alongside his tongue, pressing up against that sweet spot inside of you. Your legs shook.
“Give it to me…You know what I want.” He spits a fat glob into your hole, fucking it right into you as as he panted, smug smile on his lips as he loosed his tie. You let yourself fall apart, his fingers reaching deeper into your pretty pussy.
“Gonna cum Hiro-“ You whimper. Higuruma’s tongue latches back onto your sensitive clit with such a loud nasty suck. “Ohh oh fuck- shit- shit- Hiromi!”
He still sucked on your pearl as you squirted. His fingers still fucking sloppily into your pussy, the wet squelch getting wetter by the second. You whine, pushing his head away, you pussy throbbing from the hard wave of your orgasm.
Table wet beneath you, legs spread wide open after Higuruma stands up straight to look down at your panting body. His tongue swiped across his lips. Painfully hard cock straining his pants. His thumb traced sweet circles on your inner thighs, cooing softly. “Such a good girl…mm I have to reward you now, don’t I?” His warm body leans over yours, wet kisses trailing up your body until they landed on your lips.
You whine, tasting yourself on his tongue. He pulled your legs to wrap around his waist, your hands wrapping around his shoulders as you pulled him in closer. He rutted against your unclothed pussy, groaning softly into your mouth. “On your stomach.” He taps your thigh gently.
Now, Higuruma made sure you stayed out of trouble. You were his sweet girl after all. He took care of you in the best ways that he could while keeping up with his studies. He didn’t worry about any other guys, because Higuruma knew the way he made you break had you coming back to him each and every time.
“This is what you wanted, am I right?” His hips slam against your ass, the grip on your hips firm but gentle. Your hands held on to the front of the table, as you look back at him. His tired eyes were closed, head tilted back in pleasure, adam’s apple moving as he swallowed. Higuruma’s hair was tousled from the way you pulled on it, and his face a sweet shade of red.
“Just- just what I needed Hiro…” You moan, lips falling open. It was no secret that Higuruma’s dick was big, dark and pretty, long enough to kiss that spot inside of you and farther with every thrust. And your pussy loved it. Loved the feeling of being full of Hiromi Higuruma’s cock, the top law student of his class.
“Yeah?” His hand comes down on your ass with a smack ! making you moan louder.
“Yes—fuck yes!”
“You’re always running back to me Sweet Girl.” He deepens your arch, pushing the center of your back just a bit before he picked up pace. Smack ! Smack ! Smack ! the room echoed. Higuruma swallowed all of your broken moans. Your legs shaking, the grip on the table turning your palms white.
His hand rubs your back, to your shoulders, to the front of your neck. You yelp as he pulls your head back, your mouth open as pleasure filled tears slip from your pretty eyes. “Look at you…so beautiful.” He shudders. “Want me to cum inside?”
You’ve never said yes more quickly in your life. You could feel him deep inside, bulging your stomach. Higuruma lets out a groan, hand hot against your neck. “Rub your clit for me sweet girl, wanna cum at the same time.” He grunts, his deep groans like music to your ears.
Fingers rub at your slik coated clit, your pearl tingling with every thrust- with every touch. Your whole body buzzed, eyes rolling. “M-Mgonna cum— fuck fuck I f-feel it- Oh-!”A loud moan is ripped from you with one final thrust from the man, his cock buried to the hilt as he cums deep inside of you, fucking every last bit into that pretty pussy.
He pulls out once soft, not even the slightest drop of cum spilling. “Hold it in.” The hold on your neck softens, and you lay your head on the table, body tired. Sweet kisses litter your back as you panted.
when your husband is supposed to be the calm, rational one, you don’t expect to find him standing at the foot of the bed with his cock in his hand, whining into the dark like he’s about to fall apart.
but that’s where satoru ends up. tank top pushed halfway up his ribs, belt hanging useless from one loop, pants around his knees. his fist works up and down the fat length of his cock in rough, punishing strokes, spit and precum smeared down to his balls. he’s staring at you the whole time—at the soft curve of your hip under the sheet, the flutter of your lashes against your cheek. pregnant. glowing. carrying his baby.
and he’s rutting into his hand like some desperate virgin.
the panties he stole from the laundry basket are bunched in his other hand, pressed to his face. he inhales like he’s drowning, shuddering so hard the flimsy fabric trembles against his nose. your warm, musky scent has him sobbing out a noise that doesn’t sound human.
“fuck, baby—” it rips out of him, pitched way too high. “smell so good... oh fuck, i can’t—can’t stop.”
his cock is obscene. flushed dark, fat veins raised under the skin, the head so slick it shines even in the faint glow of the bedside lamp. precum drips in heavy strings down his balls, thick enough to coat his knuckles. every stroke drags more slick out of him, messy, frothing and too loud. schlick, schlick, schlick.
he sucks at the fabric like it could feed him, panting between licks, nose buried deep so he could breathe you in while his tongue works. “god, i'd eat you out for days if i just—mnghm!—if i just had the chance.”
his hips snap forward into his own fist, cock smacking his stomach with each thrust. precum splatters onto his tank top, dripping onto the hardwoods in obscene drops.
disgusting. a husband rutting into his fist because he’s too scared to touch his pregnant wife.
but satoru can’t stop. he’s babbling now, words spilling fast and needy. “want it so bad—fuck, want to fuck you on my knees, i’d worship you, i’d never stop—”
he chokes on a sob as his balls tighten up, cock jerking violently in his grip. the sound he makes is actually humiliating— a high, euphoric whine. his thighs shake.
then, he breaks.
cum spurts out in heavy ropes, hot and endless, painting his stomach, his abs, his fist, the floor. lewd, thick jets that won’t stop, spilling like his body is trying to empty years of frustration at once. it drips down the backs of his fingers, strings across his knuckles, sprays his shirt. he gasps, still pumping through it, cock twitching uncontrollably, as if even his own body doesn’t know when enough is fucking enough.
“ah—mnhg—fuck, t-too much, i can’t...” his voice cracks, strangled, but his fist won’t let go. more cum leaks out, drooling down his cock, streaking his thighs. his knees buckle and he braces one hand on the nightstand, forehead dropping against the wood with a hollow thud.
when it’s finally over, when the spurts slow to tiny dribbles, he’s still shaking so hard he can barely breathe. his cock still twitches against his stomach, still half-hard like it doesn’t know how to stop.
and you’re still asleep. lashes fluttering, lips parted, beautiful and soft while he stands there wrecked.
tags 18+ minors dni !! very self indulgent hehe … i’m so soft for him y’all don’t understand 🥹
his lips are cold at first. always cold, like he’s been pressing his mouth to the rim of a glass full of ice just to feel something. you’ve learned to expect it but it still makes you gasp every time, that first shock of chill against your warm mouth, and he loves it. you can feel him smile into the kiss, that infuriating curve of his lips that says got you.
he doesn’t rush. satoru gojo could move faster than light if he wanted to but he kisses you like the world outside doesn’t exist. his hands find your face first, always. long fingers spanning your jaw, thumbs stroking over your cheekbones in slow hypnotic circles. he tilts your head to the side and deepens the kiss, easing you into it, letting you feel every second of it. his bottom lip slots between yours and he just rests there for a moment, breathing you in.
then his tongue traces the seam of your lips, asking, always asking even though he knows the answer will be yes. you open for him and he hums into your mouth, pleased and low, the vibration traveling straight down your spine. he tastes like sugar and something sharper underneath, like the candy he definitely stole from your stash and the mint gum he chewed to cover it up. his tongue curls against yours lazy and thorough, exploring, and his teeth graze your bottom lip just hard enough to make your breath catch. he soothes it immediately with a soft sucking kiss that leaves your lip slick and tingling.
his mouth wanders. it’s a problem, actually, because he can’t stay in one place for long. he pulls back from your lips and presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth, then the bow of your upper lip, then the tiny crease where your smile would be if you weren’t so breathless. he kisses the tip of your nose, your cupid’s bow, your cheek. by the time he’s finished mapping your face your eyes are closed and your lips are parted.
he kisses your closed eyelids, left then right, feather-light. his lips brush your lashes and you feel them flutter against his mouth. he exhales a laugh and the air ghosts warm over your skin.
then he’s at your jaw, trailing open-mouthed kisses down to your chin, then up the other side. he finds the spot just beneath your ear and latches on, sucking gently, not enough to leave a mark but enough to make your fingers twist into the fabric of his shirt. he kisses the shell of your ear, the delicate skin behind it, the curve where your neck meets your shoulder. he breathes there, nose pressed to your skin. “you’re so warm,” he says, “smell so good.”
he kisses your throat. your collarbones. the hollow at the base of your neck where he can feel your heartbeat rabbiting against his mouth. he stays there for a long moment, just feeling it, and when he pulls back his eyes are dark and half-lidded and his lips are pink and kiss bitten and wet.
he kisses you on the mouth again, harder this time, less controlled. his composure slips and his hands drop from your face to your waist, your hips, pulling you flush against him. he kisses you like he’s starving, like the taste of you is the only thing that keeps him human. his tongue slides against yours and his teeth click against yours because he’s smiling again, he’s always smiling, even now. especially now.
his hands roam. up your sides, down your back, fingers splaying wide like he’s trying to touch all of you at once. they settle on your lower back and he presses you closer, impossibly closer, and he’s so warm now, all that cold burned away by the heat between you. he kisses the corner of your mouth again, your chin, the tip of your nose. a quick peck to your forehead. your left cheek. your right cheek. back to your lips.
he pulls away just enough to rest his forehead against yours, and you can feel his lashes brush your brow.
“hey.” he says, voice wrecked.
“hey.” you breathe back.
he kisses the bridge of your nose. “you’re my favorite.”
you roll your eyes but you’re smiling, he can feel it.
suguru likes when you squirt on his dick, it only makes him hornier and gives him an excuse to fuck you longer.
pulling out and slapping your pussy over and over letting you make a mess on his hand until you stop then giving you long strokes again urging you to make another mess
characters: satoru gojo; suguru geto; choso kamo
synopsis: ovulation week is here, and you’ve been accosted by unprecedented baby fever. your flatmates satoru and suguru are doing their best to navigate your hormonal apocalypse, but some are definitely enjoying it more than others
content: pure fluff, crack, domestic chaos, jealousy, protectiveness, hormones got the better of reader, flirty flatmates hehe
wc: 1.2k
a/n: saw the cutest baby ever today
It started innocently enough.
One day you woke up with more energy than usual, the world seeming a much better place than it had been just the night before. You were on a high – life was beautiful, you felt beautiful, and for some reason your flatmates were also...beautiful.
It's not like you hadn't noticed before, of course. Satoru and Suguru were, by every definition, handsome men. But there was... something about them now. Something you couldn't quite put your finger on; but every little touch, every little interaction had you blushing from your cheeks to the tips of your ears.
Suguru already suspected something was different. Amiss. Peculiar, even, about the way your pupils seemed to dilate every time he asked what you wanted for dinner. Or every time Satoru made you laugh, which was a little too often for his liking anyway.
And then, when you were all out running errands and you saw a baby on a stroller, it was all over. Cute little tiny human in a too big bear onesie.
It was all you could think about these days.
That's when Suguru started to worry.
Now you were lounging on the sofa with the two of them, half watching some rom com that Satoru kept interrupting with unecessary commentary. Snacks are being passed around, the laughter contagious, the energy both chaotic and domestic in the best way possible.
Then Satoru hands you some popcorn, an innocent gesture not unlike the other times you sat down for flat movie night. But tonight, your eyes flicked up at your white haired friend, resting your head on the back of the couch and looking at him in a way he hadn’t quite seen from you before. “You’d be such a good dad” you whisper, cheeks flushing as you watch the way his mouth turns into an “oh?” and then into a wide cheese eating grin. You’ve lived together for ages, been friends for even longer, but something about how he’s looking at you right now is just so…enticing.
Suguru narrows his eyes on the other side of the couch, watching the prolonged eye contact between his two best friends. And then Satoru leans a little too close. “Would you like to find out?” he teases, and that’s Suguru’s cue to slap his hands on his lap and cough loudly.
“That’s it” he announces. “Whats happening to you this week?” he asks you, making you turn to him with a puzzled expression.
“What do you mean?” you ask, cocking your head to the side and looking at him through long eyelashes. Suguru is frowning, an adorable line forming between his brows, his plump lips pressing together in a way that further exaggerates his stunning bone structure.
Was he always this hot too?
Suguru exhales, noticing the way you were staring. “You cried when you saw a baby earlier” he explained, like it was obvious. “And you got all red when you saw me fixing the cabinet handle”
Your cheeks flushed again. “You’re so good with your hands…” you mumbled out, recalling the memory like hypnotised.
Satoru chuckled at his friends frown. “You have been a little weird, princess” he agrees, clearly enjoying your dazed expression.
You pout, thinking about their words. Thinking about the sudden burst of energy, their sudden attractiveness, the almost primal need to hold a baby. Then it clicked. “Ah” you said, a little embarrassed. “It’s ovulation week”
Suguru sighed, like he had expected it, but Satoru’s smile only grew wider. “Who are we to deny nature?” he says with a hand to his heart, leaning in dramatically before Suguru wrapped two arms across your middle and pulled you away.
“Stay away from her” he growled, and you chuckled in his arms at your flatmates sudden posessiveness.
“It’s biology, Suguru” Satoru argues.
“You’re not having a baby with her” his grip tightens.
But the word baby alone was enough to shift you into a hazy dreamlike state. “A baby…” you mumble, “chubby cheeks…little feet…” you keep repeating, and Suguru shakes your shoulders to snap you out of it.
“Go to your room” Suguru declared, “it’s not safe” he completed, eyes narrowing at his best friend.
The next few days are a testament to Suguru’s patience and self control. He’d catch you watching him making dinner, head in your hand as he stirred pasta and you watched like he was a michelin star chef. “You’re so capable…” you mumbled, dreamy.
He tried his best to hide the redness in his cheeks.
Later that night, Satoru arrived home all sweaty from the gym, workout gear clinging wetly to his defined muscles. You immediately dropped your pen, looking at him with heart eyes while Suguru muttered a silent “oh no”
“Such good genes…” you mused, twirling your hair.
And Satoru, ever the smug idiot, flexed his muscles at you. “You mean these, baby?” he grinned, giving you a show before his best friend dragged him away by the collar.
“Stop enabling her” Suguru complained once you were out of earshot, hands on his hips, staring accusatorially at his best friend.
Satoru hummed, closing his eyes and nodding his head. “It’s nature, Suguru” he said like it was obvious.
Suguru scowled at him. “It’s hormones”
“Same thing” the other shrugged.
His patience was at it’s limit. “She’ll be back to normal in two days, and you’ll look like an idiot” he argued, appealing to the other man’s ego instead.
But Gojo did not relent, if anything, he doubled down. “You’re just jealous she wants a baby with me and not you” he accused, crossing his arms.
Suguru scoffed hard at that. “She wants a baby with me” he muttered, looking to the side.
“Ohhh?” Satoru teased, leaning forward to force his best friends eyes to meet his. “I don’t see her looking at you like you're a natural marvel, Sugu” he taunted.
“She does” Suguru pouted. “Earlier, I was making pasta and…”
“Ooo pasta” Satoru mocked. “Yesterday she said my dna could revamp her bloodline”
Suguru froze.
“…She did?”
“Mmh” Satoru nodded, “now excuse me, I-“
Their arguing was interrupted by an unexpected knock on the door, but once they had turned the corner it was already too late – you stood on the threshold, frozen, in front of the new neighbour Choso.
Who was carrying his baby brother in his arm.
“Hey” the emo was saying, readjusting the little kid against his tight black top that highlighted every curve of his broad chest, only making your cheeks redder. “I was wondering if I could borrow some, uh, sugar?” he asked, with that raspy deep voice that had your eyes windening like you were getting ready to jump him at any second.
You looked at him like he was a miracle. “You’re baking?” you swooned, leaning against the door frame.
“Yeah” Choso smiled. “Yuuji wanted cookies, so”
A tiny aahh escaped your lips.
“Close the door, Suguru” Satoru grimaced, and the other obeyed far too quick.
The last thing you saw before being lifted off your feet was Choso’s confused expression. “We’re locking you in your room for the rest of the week” Satoru announced, throwing you over his shoulder, as Suguru triple locked the door.
saturday nights in with your best friend satoru gojo are usually filled with watching star wars, playing roblox tycoons until you rage quit, & fighting back in asking to see his dick.
“excuse me?” his eyes widened, white lashes reaching up to his brows.
“you don’t have to, obviously. i was just wondering..” you said quietly, baiting him. which seemed to work because right after, a slight smirk was itching to be shown on his lips. “you curious or something?”
you hummed, leaning your head against the sofa. “yeah.” he was amused to say the least. you were usually shy despite being best friends, you’d never ever ask something like this to him. or so he thought. “well, it’s big enough. something that wont fit in you.”
his words made your stomach warm, forcing your legs to cross to prevent the potential sight of a wet spot forming in your sleeping shorts. “i think i can take it.”
“oh baby,” he pinched your cheek, playing into whatever this was. satoru was trying his best to hide his sudden excitement. it’s not every day he finally gets a chance to become more than just friends with you. rumors always spread around that the two of you were secretly dating but you’d always shut them down, getting upset that boys & girls (blur ref) could no longer be besties without being accused of liking each other. which was hypocritical on both your ends knowing your feelings for him and his for you were beyond just wanting to stay platonic.
“you want to find out?”
“can i?”
for a second, satoru freezes — breath hitching and heart beating a thousand miles an hour. then, he lets out a laugh, throwing his head back while hugging his stomach. “oh you’re for real.”
his reaction made yourself get embarrassed, making him straighten his position. “no no m’not making fun of you. i’m just surprised cuz, well, i’ve been dreaming of this for the past five years.”
“really?” you bit the inside of your cheek, avoiding eye contact. satoru nodded, leaning forward to force your eyes on his. “yeah.”
his eyes dropped down to your lap, thinking. “i’ve gotta prep you up first. i’m not lying when i say i don’t think it’s gonna fit in you.”
you nodded, already hooking your fingers under the waistband of your shorts. his hands stopped you shortly after, offering to undress you himself. you thought he’d be gentle, but it’s satoru gojo of course, he’s going to be rough.
“sato!” you squeaked when he pulled down your shorts, lifting your legs up to fully take them off. his pupils were blown wide when your cunt was out in the open, glistening with arousal under the lamp set next to you. “you asked,” he threw the clothing onto the floor. “don’t start crying now.”
his hands were on you again, separating your legs apart. he positioned himself to be face to face with your pussy, playfully blowing air on it just to watch you squirm.
“i thought you were gonna prep me..”
“well im fucking hungry.” he dragged a single finger in between your folds, collecting your wetness onto it. satoru brought it up to his lips, licking it clean. “you been eating pineapple?”
you couldn’t help but chuckle. “maybe.”
“figured. you taste better than i ever imagined.” he dips down to place a kiss onto your entrance, taking in a deep breath. your moans quickly filled the living room deliberately, trying your best to stay quiet. but that quickly ended when his tongue finally licked stripes on you. they were slow at first, fully savoring you. it traveled all the way up to your clit, sucking on it gently. your body arched, legs placing themselves on his back.
“you’re going too fast!” you yelled when he bit down. “you say that but your body is telling me something else.” he pulled back, spitting directly onto you.
“have you ever daydreamed about this? or was that just me.”
you nodded, observing the way your juices spilled down his chin. “why do you think i asked in the first place?”
he flashed all 32. “dirty girl.” with that, he returned back to his ‘meal.’ “you taste so good, could eat you out for hours.” he moaned. “you’re sweeter than konpeito.” his tongue didn’t stop lapping even when he inserted two fingers into you.
your fingers tangled themselves through his hair, not wanting this to stop. he let you, loving the way you had gotten confident. his dick hardened even more as you guided him to where you wanted him.
“fuck, are you close? you got tighter.” his fingers quickened up the pace, curling in deep.
“i t-think!” you stuttered, eyes fighting to stay open. his free hand snuck up under your shirt, squeezing at your breast. “go ahead.” he mumbled, opening his mouth wide to happily swallow your release.
with a gasp, you finished right on his tongue. your legs shook violently as he pulled away — not without a final kiss first. “good job baby. you okay?”
“please..” you whispered, not knowing how much longer you could go without having him inside you.
satoru grinned, sitting on his knees to take out his cock. “still think we should do more prepping.”
“i don’t care!”
“damn girl, how cock hungry are you.”
“very.”
he was already unzipping his pants as you said that, bringing you closer to his by your waist. he was nine inches at best, not surprising you one bit. you could feel yourself drooling at the way it twitched. “promise me something.” his voice dropped down to a soft whisper. “this won’t just be a one time thing. i mean it when i say i think about daily. i fucking love you. always have.”
for such a heated moment, your heart warmed. “i love you too sato.”
with that being said and a kiss being exchanged, satoru slammed half his length into you. a scream erupted from your throat, being silenced by the palm of his hand. “shit. quiet sweets.”
he wasn’t holding back, pounding into you at a harsh pace, pushing in inch by inch with every thrust.
“mmm you were made for this, made for me.” he removed his hand from your mouth, replacing it with lips instead. the kiss was so tender, saying more than words could. his hips rollled into you in steady thrusts, taking in the way your moans spilled into his mouth.
just as you thought he was going to stop, he pushed all the way in, creating a prominent belly bulge in you.
“oh my fuck.” he pressed down your stomach, feeling himself from the outside. “yeah, you were made for me.
im extremely proud of this fic ! I feel like my smut has improved sm
re2r!Leon Kennedy x f!reader
summary: at a crowded frat party you never wanted to attend, all you hope for is one night away from textbooks, stress, and the growing pressure of being the only inexperienced person left in college.
wc: 12.4k
content warning: SMUT MDNI!, inexperienced (virgin) reader, anxious reader, use of y/n, alcohol consumption, swearing, fingering (f receiving), protected p in v sex, oral sex (f receiving), aftercare <3
note: there's genuinely nothing cuter than my baby re2 leon. guys i was kicking my feet and giggling writing this IT'S JUST SO CUTE ARGHH!! also i swear i tried to make this shorter but i don't know what got ahold of me...
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“Come on, y/n! Get your head out of your books for once and come with me tonight!”
Your dormmate and best friend, Claire pleaded next to you. She was leaned up against your desk, where you were sitting in front of two different ten pound textbooks, writing in a notebook.
“Look Claire, if I could I would. But my midterm is in two days-”
“-Exactly! You can spare one of those days to come out tonight. Think of it as a break between studying,” Claire tried to convince.
It was a Saturday afternoon, in the thick of midterm exams, the leaves on campus slowly beginning to turn colours and gracefully shed off the trees. You were captivated in your studies, as one of your biggest exams was only a couple days away. Being in the program you were in, it was hard to find free time for yourself. Most of your days were spent taking notes, practicing review, and rinse and repeat.
To say you weren’t struggling would be a lie. You knew college was going to be difficult, but this was on a whole other level. You couldn’t afford to miss a day of lecture or you would be completely behind, and don’t even think about trying to study the night before your exam.
But hey, that’s what it took to get a well paying career these days, right?
It also didn’t help that Claire, your dormmate that was assigned to you at random when you moved in, was in a completely different program than you. She understood that you needed your time to do your work, but when it came to a massive frat party being thrown, like tonight, there were no excuses.
“Please, it’s my brother’s first party that he’s throwing as President, and I promised him I would invite as many people as I could,” Claire begs, closing your notebook on top of your hand. You audibly sigh, and finally meet her gaze.
“I don’t think one person will make much of a difference,” you mumble, crossing your arms over your chest. Claire’s eyebrows furrow together, her bottom lip pouting.
“y/n… it won’t be nearly as fun if you don’t come with me!” She got onto her knees in front of you, her hands gripping both of your thighs in desperation. You would think she was a drama major by her performance right now.
You can see her brain working, coming up with one final way to convince you to get out. Her eyes light up, a wide, toothy grin covering her face.
“I know,” she begins, getting up from her knees and walking towards the middle of your shared room, “we can complete number eight on your bucket list tonight.”
She points to a giant poster that you and Claire had made, stuck on the wall in between your beds. The poster read ‘Y/N AND CLAIRE’S COLLEGE BUCKET LIST’ in big, bold sparkly letters at the top.
It was an exercise that your residence assistant had you guys work on to get to know one another, but as the two of you got to know each other more, the list got more unhinged.
It started with, ‘try every dining hall on campus’, and ‘meet each of your professors for each class’. But then the two of you brought it back to your dorm, and came up with some real bucket list goals.
Claire had some for herself, like ‘try a keg stand for the first time’ or ‘go skinny dipping at the pier’. Your goals were less ambitious than hers, as you were quite a lot less experienced than her. But for you, it was way out of your comfort zone.
Your goals consisted of ‘stay out all night partying’, ‘sneak out to the football field at night’, and of course, goal number eight.
‘Lose your virginity’
The words stuck out at you like a sore thumb. All throughout school, you never really had a boyfriend. You always prioritized your studies, your friends, it never really crossed your mind.
But now you’re in college, and the closest you’ve ever been romantically with someone is a cheesy game of spin the bottle in high school.
For the longest time, it felt like the person you were to “give your virginity to” had to be someone special. The timing had to be perfect, detail orientated, and with someone you were in a relationship with. And truth be told, you did still somewhat feel that way. You kept telling yourself if I’ve gone this long, I can wait a little longer, but time is running out.
Being dormmates with Claire really put things in perspective for you. The two of you were at opposite ends of your lives in that area, she had all of her “firsts” a long time ago and was definitely more spontaneous than you.
She would never pressure you into anything, but she helped you realize that your first time having sex is never usually a pleasant experience no matter who it’s with. So it was better to get it done and over with, as she had put it, so you’re not so nervous to do it with your first partner.
Your eyes widened, jaw slacked as you followed Claire’s finger to the poster.
“No way Claire. Nuh-uh.”
Claire sighed dramatically, planting her hands on her hips.
“y/n, you said you didn’t care who you lost your v-card to. I don’t see how tonight isn’t the best possible night to do so!” You run your fingers through your hair anxiously, head spinning with thoughts.
You had been studying for days already, your brain feeling impossibly full with material. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, Claire was right. A house full of frat guys, unlimited alcohol supply, and a chance to put the textbooks down. What could possibly go wrong?
“Fine, I’ll go. But I’m not promising anything-”
You were interrupted by high pitched squealing, and a strong hug around your shoulders.
“Thank you thank you! We are going to find you the perfect frat boy to hook up with tonight!” Claire ran to her closet, already beginning to plan out her outfit for the party.
You sighed, closing your textbooks for the day. This would be the first frat party you’ve attended in college, and to say you didn’t know what to expect would be an understatement. You just hoped you didn’t make a bad decision, and worst comes to worst, you just cling to Claire’s arm all night.
-
From the moment you stepped into the frat house, you figured the former had come true tonight.
The place was a mess. College kids every square inch of the house, beer cans and solo cups covered every surface. There were people playing beer pong on the dining room table, someone funneling a drink in the kitchen, and couples making out on every step of the stairs. Needless to say, it was a typical frat party.
You immediately felt self conscious as you stepped in the door. You knew you looked hot, as Claire kept reminding you, in your mini light blue jean skirt and white low neck t-shirt. Casual for a houseparty, but enough to show off all of your best assets. What was making you anxious was how out of place you felt.
You felt like a little kid in these situations, feeling out of place and a million years behind everyone else. It was times like these where you wished you didn’t keep your nose in your books all throughout high school so you could at least pretend like you belonged.
Claire waved a hand in front of your face, one eyebrow raised.
“Hello? Earth to y/n?” You blinked rapidly, exiting the zone you trapped yourself in, and focused on her face.
“Huh?”
“I can see on your face that you’re spiralling, y/n. Don’t overthink it, okay?” She smiled, placing a supporting hand on your shoulder. You only nodded, letting out a shudder.
“Yeah, okay. I think I just need a drink.”
You and Claire head to the kitchen, where a large bowl of some sort of spiked punch was. You pour two hefty cups of punch, and pass one to Claire. She raises her cup in a toast,
“To you getting laid tonight!” You nearly choke on your drink as you take a sip, tasting the much too strong juice on your tongue. You hope that you at least get drunk enough to ease the nerves, and just try to have a good time tonight.
-
“God, it’s been a fucking hour and he’s nowhere to be found,” Claire whines, leaning against the staircase. You stand next to her, overlooking the whole house. Claire had been searching for her brother, the President of the frat, but no luck thus far. You two had made your rounds throughout the house, watching as Claire got stopped by multiple guys desperately trying to flirt with her.
And how could you blame them? Her light brown hair was long down her back, black tank top underneath her cropped red leather jacket. Her black jeans hugged her perfectly as she swayed her hips around the house.
Meanwhile, you just kept drinking, a buzz slowly flooding your senses. You were starting to feel defeated; although you had no expectations of someone catching your eye tonight, it did hurt to watch all the attention Claire was receiving and you get none.
You tipped your cup up to your mouth to down the rest of the punch, a little spilling at the corner of your mouth. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, and placed the cup down on a table.
You decided it was almost time to go. You’d have one more drink, possibly, then make some excuse that the alcohol isn’t sitting right in your stomach and head back to your dorm. As much of a bust tonight was, you were still proud of coming out tonight.
You leaned over to Claire, raising your voice so she could hear you over the music and chatter,
“Hey, I think I’m-”
“-Oh my God! Chris!”
In your line of view, you saw a tall, broad shouldered man come inside the house from the back door. He had that similar light brown hair, and hazel eyes. He locked eyes with Claire, and opened his arms for a hug.
Claire turned to you, toothy smile on her face, “Wait here, I’ll be back!” She was already out of your line of vision before you could say anything back. You watched as Claire ran to her brother, jumping into a hug.
“Great, now I’m stuck here for at least another hour,” you mumbled to yourself, crossing your arms over your chest. You lean against the wall of the living room, watching as Chris introduces Claire to some of his frat brothers.
You started to feel your stomach do flip flops. You were standing by yourself, spotlights suddenly feeling like they were shining down on you. As you watched Claire so effortlessly make new friends, you wondered why it was so difficult for you to go and talk to someone?
Why is everyone staring at me? Just go up and talk to someone!
Your inner monologue was screaming in your head, anxiety starting to paralyze your body. You knew this was gonna be a bad idea to leave Claire’s side, you should just go-
“H-hey, can I get you another drink?”
Your head whips to the voice coming from your right, eyes wide and face tense.
The last thing you expected to see was one of the cutest boys standing right in front of you. He was tall, skinny but there was evidence of muscle building, bright blue eyes, and swoopy blond hair framing his face.
He was perfect.
He stood in front of you, one hand scratching the back of his head, cheeks a warm pink unsure if it was from the alcohol or if he was… nervous?
Why would someone as cute as him be nervous to talk to you?
Your throat dried up, an awkward cough leaving your mouth as you tried to reply, “Uh, s-sure, thanks.”
He only nodded quickly, and sped off to the kitchen. He wasted no time in grabbing two solo cups of punch, extending one arm to give one to you.
“You didn’t lace this, did you?” You teased, taking the cup from his hand, fingers grazing quickly. The boy’s eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head at your question, his head shaking violently.
“What? N-no! I wouldn’t-”
“-I’m kidding,” You chuckle, taking a sip from the drink, “thank you…?”
“Leon, Leon Kennedy.” Leon relaxes, shoulders loosening and a sheepish smile on his face.
“Nice to meet you, Leon Kennedy. y/n.” You push yourself off the wall, turning yourself to face him completely.
“That’s a pretty name, I like it.” You begin to feel heat rise up to your face, definitely not from the alcohol. You mutter a shy, “Thanks”, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Leon just watches you intently, like he’s admiring your features.
“So, what brings you here tonight?” Leon asks, stepping closer to you to be able to hear your response. You suddenly feel very aware of how close he’s getting, and your breath shudders.
“Well, my friend dragged me here because it’s her brother’s party, but I’ve seemed to have lost her,” You look around the room, Claire and Chris nowhere to be found. Leon’s brows raise, taking a large sip out of his drink.
“Oh, you know Chris’ sister? That’s so cool! He’s my President, actually.”
Your head tilts to the side. Leon’s a part of this frat? Off of first impressions you did not expect him to be into something like that.
“This is your frat? I’m not gonna lie, you don’t look like someone who’d enjoy something like this.” Leon’s shoulders shrug, looking around at the combobulation of drunk college kids.
“Because it’s really not,” he begins, “I joined just so it would look good on an application. This kinda stuff isn’t really my thing,” he gestures to the party, voice softening.
You couldn’t help but admire him. He was dressed casual, a grey hoodie with the college’s name embroidered on the front, baggy blue jeans, and beat up white sneakers. If you had met him somewhere else, you would’ve thought he was a lot younger than he was.
You watch as he takes another sip of his drink, throat bobbing as he swallows. Your face felt like it was on fire, how could you get so flustered just from watching him drink?
“N-not a partier?” You stutter, internally cringing at yourself, “What are you doing here then?”
Leon reaches to scratch the back of his neck again, looking down at his feet.
“Kinda have to be at every party we throw,” He mutters, looking back up at you with rosy cheeks, “but I-I was also hoping I’d run into a pretty girl tonight.”
This had to be a joke.
First, this gorgeous boy approaches you. He offers you a drink, brings it back untouched (so far), stands far too close for a casual conversation, and is now flirting?
Looks like goal number eight might actually be achieved tonight.
Although Leon seemed kind, he was still a frat boy. And one thing about them is they’re accustomed to sex. What would he think if he knew you were a virgin? It was better to pretend that you knew what you were doing, than having to embarrass yourself about the truth.
You step a tad closer to Leon, a small smile forming on your lips.
“Yeah? Did you find what you were looking for?”
Leon smiled, head tilting down to meet your gaze directly.
“I think I’ve managed to find the most beautiful girl in the room.”
On the outside, you’re calm and collected. On the inside, you’re screaming. You don’t think someone has ever called you beautiful that wasn’t family.
Okay, you can’t fuck this up. Leon obviously knows what he wants, and that’s you. He’s looking at you with half-lidded eyes, neck craning down to block you behind the wall. If that doesn’t scream, I wanna have sex with you, you don’t know what does.
You take one final sip from your drink, never losing eye contact with Leon. You flutter your eyelashes a little too quickly trying to be seductive.
“Is there somewhere quieter we can go?” You shout a hair too loud, trying to have your voice reach over the chatter around you two. Leon’s eyes widen a fraction, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. He looks over his shoulder at the stairs next to them, then back at you.
“Follow me,” he whispers against your ear, placing his drink on a nearby table to reach for your hand. You do the same, almost slamming your drink down on the table and grabbing Leon’s hand.
He guides you up the stairs, stepping over couples making out and stray beer cans as you head to the second floor.
The chatter dies down, as there’s far less people upstairs either in line for the bathroom or even more making out. Leon walks to the end of the hall, free hand twisting open a door that leads to an empty bedroom.
He lets you in first, letting go of your hand to move to the small of your back, just gently guiding you inside. The room is small, with a double bed taking up most of the space, but it’s organized and private.
You hear the door close behind you with a soft click, turning to face Leon.
“Better?”
The music and chatter is only a low hum below you, the air feeling fresher and calm. You turn to face him, and he’s a lot closer to you than you thought. You can smell the cologne he’s wearing, surprisingly it’s not that awful one every frat boy wears. He smells fresh and woodsy.
You don’t dare meet his eyes, nervous beyond belief, and take a look at the bedroom walls instead.
“Much better, yeah. Is this your room?” You ask, looking at the college memorabilia, a couple posters of movies like The Breakfast Club and Scream. You feel Leon move closer towards you, not even paying attention to the posters on the wall.
“Yeah, all the brothers live here. I try to keep the door locked during parties…” he trails off, and you finally turn your head to look at him.
His pupils are blown, darting from your eyes to your lips. His chest rises and falls rather quickly, like he’s reminding himself to breathe. You fully turn your body to face him, head tilting up. You feel butterflies exploding in your stomach.
Is this really happening? Is this frat boy about to kiss you? You’re not even quite sure how to kiss, to be honest. You figure you’d let Leon take all the lead, since he knows what he’s doing.
“Hi,” You whisper, eyes rapidly scanning his face for any sort of expression. He smiles, hands hovering awkwardly just over your waist. His head dips a little lower, only inches away from your lips.
“Hey,” Leon whispers back, “you feeling okay?”
You nod quickly, a nervous smile forming on your face. The butterflies felt like they were trying to escape out your throat, it amazes you just how gentle and sweet this boy is. His hands finally land on your waist, the touch warm and grounding.
Leon’s eyes focus on your lips for a second, his own parted slightly and the bridge of his nose a deep pink.
“C-can, can I… kiss you?”
“Y-yeah,” you breathe out, and slowly shut your eyes. You relax your lips, standing perfectly still until you feel the feather light pressure of Leon’s lips on your own.
By any means, this kiss isn’t perfect. His lips aren’t puckered enough, as if he’s afraid to be too forward, and you just barely reciprocate.
But it’s perfect to you.
Your arms, laying still at your sides, nervously slide up to rest on Leon’s shoulders, which encourages him to deepen the kiss. He adds more pressure, lips firmer against yours, and you follow suit.
His fingers press into your waist more, one hand sliding up in between your shoulder blades to push you against his chest.
No matter how much of that spiked punch you drank, nothing could compare to how drunk you feel kissing Leon. Your chest tightens, not only from the lack of oxygen but from the intense feeling of excitement.
You feel yourself gaining more confidence the more you kiss him, your lips match his rhythm and your nose is angled so it slots right against his.
For what felt like hours, the two of you pulled away with a wet clack, heavily breathing and foreheads resting against each other’s.
“Do you w-wanna sit down?” “Leon whispers. You nod, eyes fluttering open and you pull your head away to look at him.
His lips are red and glossy, eyes still staring deeply at you without faltering. He nods as well, and slowly guides you backwards to his bed.
You feel the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed and you sit down, Leon following suit beside you.
Your thighs press against each other, the hands that were on Leon’s shoulders now folded awkwardly in your lap. The air is still for a moment, both of you gathering your bearings for what’s next to come.
Leon shakily raises a hand, reaching to your face to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, his eyes scanning every inch of your face. You bashfully avert his gaze, eyes looking down into your lap.
“Thanks…” If Leon wasn’t paying so close attention he wouldn’t have heard you. But he was so engaged, analyzing every movement and expression.
His hand moved to your chin and tilted it up gently, getting you to look at him. His eyes flicker between your eyes and lips again, breath shuddering against your face.
“Can I kiss you again?”
“Mhm,” you mumble, your eyes already beginning to shut and your face lean into his. Your lips slot together more effortlessly this time, the kiss still so gentle and reserved. Leon keeps his hand holding your chin, the other snaking its way back around your waist.
Your body relaxes more, getting used to kissing him. For it being your first time properly kissing someone that lasted more than a second, it was going a lot better than you expected. You almost thought you were a natural, the way Leon was reacting.
His hand on your waist started to move, trailing higher up your body ever so slowly. His thigh pressed harder against yours, trying to move impossibly closer to you. He kissed deeper, the suction on your lips more fervent and hungry. You felt his tongue poke sharply at your lips, a little unsure of its motives.
Okay, this is it. He wants to go further, and as nervous as you are, you also want more. You’d say you’re doing a pretty good job at making him believe that you know what you’re doing, or he’s just so eager to get in your pants he doesn’t seem to care.
You feel Leon’s tongue prod at your lips again, more persistent this time. The only thing you thought to do was open your mouth wider, and his tongue slid inside. The feeling was foreign, full in your mouth and slippery. But, you didn’t freak out, and let Leon take the lead.
Your hands folded in your lap reached back up to his shoulders, your nails scratching at the nape of his neck. Leon let out a sharp inhale, a quiet moan vibrating against your mouth. His hand on your waist, moving ever so slowly, reached the side of your ribcage. The base of his hand nudged the side of your breast, and it almost retracted like it burned him.
You grab a hold of the back of his hand with your own, and guide it to cup gently around your breast. You both gasped at the same time, Leon’s fingers flexing reluctantly over the mound. His hand trembles as he squeezes harder, and his kisses get uncoordinated, lips bruising yours and tongues twirling around each other.
Your heart is racing. You can feel Leon get more forward, cupping the underside of your chest and grasping hungrier. You try to get yourself to relax into his kisses again, remembering to slow your breathing and focus on the moment. But everything is happening so fast, and trying to pretend like you know what you’re doing is exhausting. It almost seems better to confess to Leon now, maybe he’d understand and might even-
Your thoughts are thrown out the window when Leon pulls himself off you, lips popping away from yours and hands flying off your chest to bury his face.
“Fuck- I’m sorry,” he muffles in his hands, “I-I just can’t-” He pulls his hands off his face and runs his fingers through his hair. You frown, watching how flustered Leon’s getting. Was it something you did? Did he think you were a terrible kisser?
Your hands go to push yourself off the edge of the bed, “I’m sorry, I’ll just go-”
“No! Don’t- don’t go,” Leon puts a hand on your shoulder, pushing you back down on the bed. His face is tomato red, pupils dilated so much the ocean blue of his irises barely visible anymore. You only frown, your embarrassment turning into confusion. If he doesn’t want to continue with you why won’t he let you leave?
“A-are you okay?” You ask, watching as Leon breathes in through his nose and out his mouth. His eyes are wired shut, head up towards the ceiling.
“I have to, fuck- I can’t keep doing this if I’m not being honest,” he stutters, head dropping to his lap, still refusing to look at you. Your eyebrows furrow, head tilting to try and look at him.
“Be honest about what?”
Reluctantly, Leon opens his eyes and looks at you. He scratches the back of his neck, and lets out a final shaky breath.
“Look y/n, I’m really sorry, but I…” He begins, averting your gaze again and looking down at the floor, “...I’ve never done any of this before. I mean, I’ve never even gotten to third base yet. If this isn’t what you were hoping for I underst-”
You cut Leon off with a snicker, which turns into a burst of laughter. You laugh, eyes closed shut and head thrown back, stomach almost hurting. You were so relieved. Of all of the frat guys you tried to hook up with, of course you managed to pick out the one who was in the exact same boat as you.
“I’m glad my virginity amuses you,” Leon scoffs, shaking his head.
“No! No, Leon,” you calm down, controlling your breathing once more and subsiding the laughter. Reassuringly, you place a hand on his thigh, head tilting to catch his gaze.
“I’m laughing because I can’t believe this.”
“Believe what? That I’m a virgin?”
“No, because I’m also a virgin,” you emphasize, pointing your finger into your chest. Leon’s eyes widen, head whipping to face you fully. His shellshocked expression makes you chuckle again, his eyes darting all over you.
“Huh? Y-you’re a-”
“-Yeah,” you sigh with relief, propping your hands on the bed, “I didn’t say anything because I just wanted to get it over with. Figured a frat party would be a great place to meet experienced guys.”
Still bewildered, Leon’s jaw is slacked open, eyebrows so raised they almost touch his hairline. Then, he begins to laugh. His nose scrunches, head thrown back with one hand holding his stomach. His laugh is infectious, and then you’re laughing again.
It’s light, relieving, and instantly calms your nerves. You feel like you can be more authentic, embrace the nervousness and uncertainty of the situation. Now you know you’re not alone in this, and the two of you can get to share this experience together, it makes you all the more excited.
You lean into Leon’s side more, giggles settling in your chest as a comfortable silence envelops the room. He slides an arm behind you, rubbing gentle circles on your back.
“So,” he murmured, cheeks pink again, “does this mean we can stop pretending now?”
You look to the side of him, eyes trailing across his soft jaw, you can see the relaxation on his face.
“Yeah, I guess so,” your voice is soft and smooth. Leon shifts, facing you directly, and grabs ahold of your hands. They’re slightly shaky, but he brushes his thumbs across your knuckles to ground himself.
“Look, this is all so crazy. A-and I totally get it if you don’t wanna go through with anything anymore, but I wasn’t overplaying when I said you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”
You look away from Leon’s face and to where your hands are intertwined, heat rushing up to your face and ears. If anything, you felt more inclined to continue with Leon. Not only did you find him very attractive, but he was incredibly caring, attentive, and was just as clueless when it comes to being intimate.
“I want to keep going,” you look back up at Leon. He smiles, eyes lighting up with excitement and gives a couple squeezes to your hands.
“Are you sure? I-I can’t promise that it will be very enjoyable for you, but I want to try.”
“I’m sure, Leon. I want to do this with you.” You nod reassuringly, leaning in closer to Leon, placing a soft kiss on his lips. He melts immediately, lips slotting into yours and kissing you passionately, as if he’s trying to savour the feeling. He pulls back, a thin line of saliva connecting your mouths.
“Alright. If I do anything you don’t like, you tell me, okay?”
“Okay.”
Leon nods before leaning to kiss you again, with more fire in his movements. He lets go of your hands to grip at your waist, pulling you almost flush to his chest. You drape one arm over his shoulder, the other hand pressing flat against his chest.
You can feel the fast rhythm of his heart, his pectorals tensing under your touch. Leon goes to swipe his tongue over your lips again, softer this time, and you open your mouth to let him inside. A strained groan vibrated against your mouth, the sound giving you goosebumps. Who knew just by a sound alone could get you so riled up?
Leon’s hands, steadier and firmer, roam your waist, fingers slipping past the hem of your shirt to touch your ribs. You moan, the heat of his fingers melting your skin, and Leon pulls his lips away from yours. He takes a quick glance at your shirt before looking back up at you.
“Can I take this off?” Leon whispered, gently pulling at your shirt. You look at him with lustful eyes, lips swollen and parted. You nod quickly, going to reach for the bottom of your shirt. He stops you, placing his hands on top of your own.
“Wait- I need to hear you say yes. N-need to make sure you’re comfortable with everything I ask,” he places a quick kiss to the corner of your mouth, and you pull your hands away from your top.
“Y-yes, Leon. I want you to take my shirt off,” you whisper, smiling as you watch Leon nod affirmingly and go to tug at the hem of your shirt. You raise your arms and he lifts the shirt up and over your head, gently dropping it on the floor. Before he takes the chance to look at you, he pulls his hoodie off and drops it on the floor as well.
It’s a fleeting moment, but you both take the time to admire one another. Leon is slim, but you can see the muscle on his chest and faint ab lines on his stomach. His arms were the largest, biceps round and muscular on his arms.
You peel your eyes away from Leon’s body to his eyes, and he’s still transfixed on you. You were wearing a light pink bralette under your shirt, and that’s all where he was looking. You felt your face heat up, but you didn’t feel self conscious. It was more of an unfamiliar feeling of being admired.
His eyes meet yours once again, and he reaches out to caress your face.
“You are… breathtaking, y/n.” Leon kisses you, short but passionately, and rests his forehead against yours.
Your heart melts in your chest, his praise almost being too much for you. You’ve gone from no male attention whatsoever, to this absolutely lovesick puppy being so careful and attentive to you.
Your hands are resting on his shoulders again, fingertips putting pressure on his bare skin, “Sh-should I lie down?”
Leon brushes the side of your face with his hand, watching the way his fingers thread through strays of your hair.
“Yeah, you can lie down,” he whispers, pulling away from you to let you adjust yourself. He watches as you scoot yourself up his bed, resting your head on the headboard. Leon stands, and grabs your legs to slip your shoes off. He neatly places them at the end of the bed, and kicks his own off before climbing back onto the bed.
He crawls up beside you, not entirely hovering over your body but propping himself to lean over top next to you. He uses his hand to turn your head to face him, his thumb brushing your cheek.
“I…I’d like to try something, if you’ll let me,” he began, kissing your lips quickly, “if you like or don’t like anything I need you to let me know, alright?”
His face is just inches away from yours, his warm breath fanning across your lips. You shift into him more, nodding,
“Okay, I promise.” Leon smiles back at you, closing the gap with his lips. Leon focuses, eyes wired shut and eyebrows knitted together, internally cursing to himself not to mess this up.
The kiss starts slow, the sounds of their lips smacking against each other filling up the room. You lie still on his bed, goosebumps fanning over your half naked body. That familiar sense of butterflies in your stomach begins to form again, but this time it’s not overwhelming anxiety.
Of course you were nervous. How could you not be? A lot of firsts were happening tonight, which was enough to keep your nervous system on overdrive. But you were also excited. You had been dreaming of this situation for so long, and now that it was finally coming true, it felt surreal.
Your head comes back down to earth when you begin to feel Leon’s lips leave your lips, and trail down your jaw. He peppers kisses along it, making his way down to the underside, sucking just a bit harder on the soft skin.
That elicits a breathy moan from you, Leon’s lips suckling on your neck is a brand new feeling that you realize you’re going to crave for the rest of your life. You tilt your head towards the ceiling to give him better access, and he takes that advantage to kiss all the way down the column of your neck.
Leon’s hands begin to roam, where they once were caressing your face to move down south. With a little more confidence than before, but not much, Leon gently grasps at your breast. His hand stays still for a moment, focusing on kissing your collarbone, but then squeezes.
You pant out of your mouth, the love bites at your shoulders and the friction against your breast was intoxicating. Leon massages and kneads your breast outside of your bra, the flesh spilling out of his palm as he tries to grab a handful.
Leon’s lips trail back up your neck, sloppier as they move quicker to reach your lips once again. As he kisses you, lips hungry, the hand over your bra moves backwards to the clasp.
You feel as Leon attempts to unclasp your bra, fingers fumbling over the hooks the more impatient he gets. You let him struggle for a minute or two until you’re laughing against his lips, pulling away to reveal a large smile.
“Need some help?” You ask, arms already reaching to your back. Leon just sighs, cheeks flushed and a weak smile on his puffy pink lips.
“S-sorry, it’s a lot harder than I thought it was gonna be.”
“Don’t be sorry, it’s cute,” you say sweetly, effortlessly unclasping your bra, the straps falling down your shoulders.
Slowly, you remove it entirely, dropping the bra over the side of the bed. The newfound cool air breezes over your bare breasts, nipples already hardening at the temperature. You avoid Leon’s gaze, your face feeling hot as someone other than yourself is seeing you this vulnerable for the first time.
“Hey,” Leon whispers, tilting your chin to have you meet his eyes, “you alright?” Slowly, you look back up at him, eyelashes fluttering trying to shake away nervous thoughts.
“Yeah, just…” You pause, “...feeling a little nervous.”
Leon’s eyes are round and bright, scanning your features before giving your lips a soft kiss.
“It’s okay to be nervous, y/n. But I got you, okay?” He nods encouragingly, moving his hand from your chin to brush the side of your face.
You smile, looking deep into Leon’s eyes, a nervous exhale escaping your lips.
“Okay, I trust you,” you whisper back, flickering back to Leon’s lips and encapsulating them. His hand rests on your cheek, thumb brushing against the soft skin as he kisses you back, long and deeply.
You feel your heartbeat regulate, putting your trust in Leon was something out of the ordinary for you. The attention and admiration he was giving you was different for you, nevermind stripping so bare before somebody.
But Leon made you feel calm, and you barely even noticed the way his hand slid off of your cheek and down your neck, to gently grasp at one of your breasts.
His hand was warm and firm, the rough skin of his palm rubbing over your nipple sends a shiver down your spine. You leaned into his touch, kissing firmer when you felt Leon’s hand squeeze at the flesh, cupping and massaging.
A small moan melts into your mouth once his thumb and index finger form around your nipple, rolling it between the digits and pinching. Your back arches off the bed at the sensation, your brows furrowing under his touch.
Still playing with your breast, Leon pulls back to watch your reaction.
“That feel good?”
“Y-yes,” you moan, eyes still shut and mind hyperfocused on the fingers tugging at your peaks. Leon kisses the hollow of your neck, trailing sloppy kisses downwards to your collarbone, chest, to the valley between your breasts before landing on the hard nipple of your neglected breast.
A high whine escapes your mouth at the sudden sensation, back arching higher into Leon’s face as he kisses hungrily, his tongue swirling and flicking around the nipple.
Your legs cross below you, feeling the growing warmth in your core as Leon continues to worship over your breasts. He looks up at your face, lips and hand still glued to your skin, watching as your body writhes under his touch.
He can feel himself already rock hard, pulsating under his jeans from just watching you so stimulated by his actions. If he doesn’t get this moving along soon, he’s going to finish before you even get the chance to.
He places a final kiss to your breast before pulling off with a wet pop, the skin glistening with his saliva. His hand on your other breast slides down to your waist, then further to the button of your jean skirt. His fingers toy with the waistband, feeling you out before doing more than you’re comfortable with.
“Can I pull this down?”
You look down at Leon’s hand, brushing just under your bellybutton at your skirt.
“Yeah, please,” you say as you’re already lifting up your hips, watching as Leon unbuttons the skirt and you help pull it down to your knees. You kick it off completely, all that’s left on you is a white thong, already a small wet patch forming over your core.
Leon smiles at you, hand resting on your hip.
“I-I don’t really know what I’m doing, but I wanna make you feel good,” he begins, “so you tell me what feels good and what doesn’t, okay?” His face is so serious, you can tell he is so afraid of messing this up.
And whether it’s because he doesn’t want to embarrass himself, or that he genuinely wants to be able to make you feel good, you can’t tell. But you just nod, matching his smile and swiping a stray hair that had fallen over his eye.
“Okay, I can do that.”
He kisses you softly, forehead resting on yours as his hand slides off your hip, and down and below your underwear. His hand rests on your core, unsure of what to do before slowly, his fingers swipe between your folds.
Your breath hitches, the feeling foreign as he drags his hand up and down your folds, the slick coating his fingers and reducing the friction. He doesn’t necessarily rub in a specific spot (or the specific spot), just ghosting over your entrance or spending a little too much time on your labia.
You can’t blame him for trying, he told you he didn’t know what he was doing, but a chuckle couldn’t help but escape your lips as he practically touched every part of you except your clit. It was endearing, feeling him try so hard to please you, but you knew if you wanted this night to be somewhat enjoyable you had to step in.
Leon slowed his hand as he heard you chuckle, looking at you confused, “What? A-am I doing something wrong?”
“No no, it's just…” You place your hand on top of his, guiding his first and middle finger to hover over top of your clit, “...try right here. Slow circles.”
“O-okay,” he stutters, your hand leaving his to rest on his bare chest. Leon puts pressure over the spot with his fingertips, and just like you told him, rubbed slow clockwise circles.
That did the trick, the nerves shocking your body, hips bucking in reaction. Leon notices the action, and quickens his pace.
“Is that better?”
“Yes, a lot better,” you exhale, lashes fluttering as you watch his hand work under your panties. Leon watches your face intently, almost more focused on your reactions than the movement of his fingers.
His brows knit together in concentration, tongue darting out to lick his lips as he keeps those slow circles over your clit. Your thighs twitch around his hand almost instantly.
“Oh,” you breathe, fingers digging into the skin of his chest. Leon’s eyes widen slightly at your reaction, shoulders relaxing just a little.
“Th-that’s good?” He asks softly, almost hopeful.
“Mhm,” you nod quickly, lips parting when he presses a little firmer, “don’t stop.”
The words seem to shoot straight through him as he keeps going, a shaky breath exhaling through his nose. You can feel the confidence in him now that he can see he’s doing something right. His fingers maintain the slow rhythm you guided him into, careful but eager, like he’s memorizing every reaction your body gives gim.
Your hips begin to move against his hand without thinking, chasing the friction. Every soft gasp and breathy sound that leaves your lips only seems to encourage him further.
“You’re doing so good,” you whisper, almost delirious from the sensation. Leon’s face flushes immediately at the praise.
“I am?” He asks quietly, almost sounding surprised. You let out a small laugh between breaths, reaching from his chest to his wrist and holding on tight.
“Yes, Leon- fuck- just like that,” you curse under your breath, and it nearly ruins him.
You can physically see the effect it has on him; his jaw clenches, blue eyes darkening as he watches you writhe beside him. But instead of rushing, he forces himself to stay steady, fingers moving in those same tight circles while his other hand slides to cup around your breast again.
Your breathing grows uneven, thighs trembling faintly around his hand. Your core clenches around nothing, your panties dampening the more aroused you became. Something warm begins tightening low in your stomach, unfamiliar but overwhelming in the best way.
“Leon…” You whimper, brows pinching together. His movements immediately slow with concern.
“Did I do something wrong?”
“No,” you breathe quickly, shaking your head, “no, keep going. I just-” Your words dissolve into a gasp when he presses into your clit again, returning to the quick pace. Leon swallows hard, eyes flickering nervously between your face, your breast where his hand massages, and his other hand beneath your panties.
“Tell me what you need,” he whispers. The sincerity in his voice makes your chest ache. As amazing as it feels against your clit, it feels like something is missing.
“I-I need you to put a finger in,” you murmur, “but don’t stop, please.”
Leon nods instantly, transitioning to his thumb to rub faster circles on your clit. His fingers swipe between your folds once again, collecting the slick between them, and slowly pushes his middle finger inside you.
You immediately clench around the digit, the stretch foreign and unforgiving, but it seems to fill the missing void as the knot in your stomach tightens. He pumps his finger quickly to match the pace of his thumb, and the wet friction and repeated pressure makes your back arch off of the mattress.
“Oh my god-” Your hand tightens on his wrist, nails digging into the skin.
“There?” Leon asks breathlessly, almost panicked, “Right there?”
“Yes-yes, right there.” The praise and reassurance seems to completely undo him. His forehead nearly drops to your shoulder as he keeps touching you, increasingly fascinated by every tiny reaction he pulls from you.
Your legs shake harder now, breathing stuttering as the knot inside you winds tighter and tighter. His thumb is rapidly circling your clit, pressure so deep it almost burns, and your walls constrict around his finger as it pumps faster inside. Then suddenly, the knot snaps.
Your body jerks softly beside Leon, a broken moan leaving your lips as your fingers clutch at his wrist harder, the other hand grasping at the bedsheets. Leon practically freezes for half a second in shock before continuing to motion through it, helping you ride out the waves of pleasure as your thighs tremble around his hand.
Only once your breathing starts to calm does Leon start to slow down. The room falls quiet, except for both of your uneven breaths. He stares at you with wide eyes, somewhere between stunned and relieved.
“Holy shit,” he whispers. A weak laugh escapes your chest as you cover your burning face with your hands. Leon immediately pulls your hands away gently, almost worried.
“Was that okay?” He asked quickly, “Did I-”
“That was more than okay,” you laugh breathlessly. The tension leaves his shoulders all at once. And then, to your surprise, a shy grin spreads across his face; proud, disbelieving, and a little overwhelmed all at once. His hand pulls out from your core, sliding to your waist to give a reassuring squeeze.
“That was really fucking hot,” Leon mutters as he goes back in to kiss you, tongue jetting out and sloppily swiping over your lips and teeth. You giggle into the kiss, letting his tongue enter your mouth and explore. Your hands wrap around his shoulders, your fingers trailing up the nape of his neck. He groans, leaning against you and crushing you deeper into the pillows on his bed.
Leon pulls away, staring adoringly at your face surrounded by the pillows. His hand pulses around your waist, the other brushing the hair that fell over your forehead.
“I was so scared I was gonna be bad at this,” he mutters, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. You feel him kissing the skin there, and you thread your fingers through his hair, nails scratching at the scalp.
“You did so good,” you spoke into his ear, “took a second but we got there.”
He lifts his head to look at you, and pulls himself up from the bed to hover on top of you. Your head is caged between his hands on the bed, your legs spread wide for his body to slot in between them.
You can feel his hips pressing into yours, more specifically the rock hard print under his jeans. Leon groans when you lift your hips to rub against it, his head dips and shakes above you.
“Fuck y/n,” Leon’s hips grind against yours, chasing the friction, “you’ve got me so hard.”
You look down at his hips, the outline prominent on his jeans. You swallow hard, those butterflies erupting in your stomach once again.
This was the part you were the most nervous about. According to ‘losing your virginity’, this would be it. And because it being your first time, you knew that it wouldn’t be as pleasant for you. But you trusted Leon, and he had already stimulated you to prepare, so the best thing you could do was to try and relax.
“Do-do you want to…” You trail off, almost embarrassed to say it. Leon seemed to understand what you were alluding to, and his face instantly flushed.
“Only if you want to. I know it’ll mostly be for me,” he leans his head down to gently peck your lips, “but we can stop if it’s too painful or-”
You interrupt him with a kiss, your hands caressing the sides of his face.
“Leon, I want to. I really do,” you assured him, lifting your hands to brush the hair out of his face. He melts into your touch, head nudging against your hand. It warms your heart how considerate Leon is; you can clearly see he’s aching to go further, but would never do anything more than what you were comfortable with. And that’s what turned you on the most.
Leon rose from the bed, standing next to you as he began to unbuckle his jeans. You watched as he clumsily fiddled with his belt, unzipped his pants and let them drop to his ankles.
You almost gasped when you noticed the large bulge through his boxers, practically straining itself to be free. How is that supposed to fit inside of you?
Leon must’ve read your mind, or the blatant concerned look on your face, and he scrambled to his nightside drawer.
“Uh, I think I have…” He opened the drawer, rummaging through it before pulling out a brand new bottle of lube, and an unopened box of condoms. “You never know I guess,” Leon mumbled, opening the box to pull out the gold foil packet. Leon toyed with the waistband of his boxers, before reluctantly sliding them off and letting them pool on the floor.
Instinctively, you looked away, focusing on the posters on his bedroom wall again, but you remembered where that thing was about to be, so you might as well get a good look.
You weren’t sure if it was because this was the first penis you’ve ever seen in person, but Leon’s cock was big. Not only long, but a decent thickness to it as well. It looked painfully erect, the head red and throbbing, already oozing milky precum out the slit.
His cock sprung out of his boxers, slapping his stomach before bobbing out in front of him. His focus was on the condom in his hands, ripping the foil and tossing it on the nightstand before clumsily unrolling it onto his cock.
When Leon finally looked up at you, catching your slacked jaw and bright red cheeks, he awkwardly chuckled.
“What, don’t like what you see?”
You stuttered, hands tucking your hair behind your ears while trying to come up with the most appropriate thing to say, “N-no it’s just… I think you’re gonna tear me in half with that.”
Leon laughed, climbing onto the bed again, hovering on top of you. You could feel his latex covered cock press against your panties, your teeth biting your bottom lip in reaction.
“We’ll take it slow, and that’s what this is for,” Leon grabbed the bottle of lube, opening the lid and squirting maybe a little too much along the length of himself. He groaned when he grabbed ahold of his cock, coating it fully with the lube. After putting the bottle down, he directed his gaze to your hips, where your core was still clothed.
“Can I take your underwear off, y/n?” Leon whispered, his head leaning down close to your face. You begin to nod, and as Leon’s about to correct you you blurt,
“Yes! Yes, you can take them off.”
He breathed a laugh as he reached down to your panties, hooking his fingers around the waistband as he slid them down your hips, taking them off completely and dropping them to the floor.
The air was cold on your core, your panties peeling off slowly from being sticky with your slick. You watched as Leon eyed you, eyes darting all over between your legs.
“Fuck,” he muttered, spreading your thighs apart with his knee, “this is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
You snicker, resting your hands on Leon’s shoulders, lifting your head to look down at both of your hips. Leon catches the way your eyes flick nervously between his face and where your bodies press together, and immediately his expression softens.
“Hey,” he murmurs, thumb brushing along your hip, “we don’t have to rush this.”
You swallow hard, trying to steady your breathing as he hovers over you. The earlier confidence you’d built up starts to crumble under the reality of what’s about to happen.
“I know,” you whisper, “I’m just nervous.”
Leon nods like he understands completely.
“Me too.”
That makes you laugh softly, and the tension in the room eases almost instantly. Leon leans down to kiss you again, slower this time, more reassuring than heated. His hand slides up your waist, giving gentle squeezes.
“You tell me if you want to stop, okay?” He says quietly against your lips.
“I will.”
He presses one last kiss to your mouth before pulling back just enough to look at you, icy blue eyes searching your face carefully, analyzing every reaction.
Leon goes to grab ahold of his cock at the base, and gently presses the head up against your folds. A small gasp leaves your mouth as you feel him swiping the head up and down your entrance, mixing the lube with your slick to try and make this as painless as possible.
He stalls for a second, eyes looking back at yours, “You still okay?”
You nod, “Yeah.”
“It might feel better if you… touch yourself when I go to put it in,” Leon suggests, looking down at your hips to align himself in front of you. You take your dominant hand off of Leon’s shoulder and slide it down to your clit, using your first and middle finger to draw slow circles overtop of it.
You feel yourself relax a little more, face less tense as you feel Leon’s tip just kissing your entrance.
But that relaxation immediately disappears the moment Leon moves his hips, the tip forcing its way into you.
The stretch is unforgivable, it feels white hot the deeper he tries to push himself inside. You hiss, eyes wiring shut and nails dig into the skin on Leon’s shoulder. He instantly stalls, pushing no further the second he sees the uncomfortable look on your face.
“Too- ahh- too much?” He almost whines in between words, the constriction from your walls around his cock is almost enough to get him to cum instantly.
“Just- don’t move for a second,” you spit out, concentrating on breathing as you feel your walls adjusting. Leon does as he’s told, not moving an inch as he watches you contort your face. He rubs soothing circles on your waist with his thumb, his lips pressing soft kisses along your jaw.
You can feel your walls stretching around him, the burn subsiding as you continue to stimulate your clit. Your face relaxes, head that you didn’t realize you had raised, lowered back down on the pillow.
Leon felt your fingers declaw from his shoulder and it triggered him to pull off of your jaw.
“Better?” He asks, eyes scanning yours for any sort of discomfort. Your bottom lip is caught between your teeth as you nod, inhaling deep through your nose.
“Yeah, you can keep going.”
Leon whispers a small “Okay”, and grabs ahold of his cock again before letting himself push deeper.
You remind yourself not to hold your breath as Leon inches further in your core, letting out a large exhale mixed with a whine.
You knew this was going to hurt, but not like this. You feel impossibly full, the girth of Leon’s cock felt like a foreign object trying to squeeze itself somewhere it shouldn’t. Just when you thought it was going on forever, you felt his hips flush against yours as he fully bottomed out.
“O-oh my- fuck,” he groaned loudly, stilling to not only let you adjust to his full length but to control himself.
Leon knew he wouldn’t last long, but the way his cock was being vacuum sealed around your cunt, only a couple of thrusts would be enough to make him cum.
His grip on your waist grew tighter, stabilizing himself as he dragged his cock back out, pulling out to almost the tip before slowly sliding back in.
Leon was a moaning mess on top of you. Little moans as he thrusted so slowly, feeling every ridge along your walls the deeper he went. When he would bottom out, a breathy whine sheepishly escaped his lips, absolutely reveling in the pleasure.
You thanked him for encouraging you to play with your clit, the little nerve bundle relieving the pain the more he picked up the pace.
You locked eyes with Leon, his brows knit tightly on his face, jaw slacked and panting.
“Are you- my god- doing alright?” He asked between thrusts, his hips becoming uncoordinated and faster in movement. You weakly moan in response, lifting your head to gently kiss him.
“I’m good, feels better,” you smile into the kiss, feeling Leon’s hips rut faster into yours.
It did get better, not by much, but your walls adjusted around him and you didn’t feel as stuffed. You continued to rub your clit, circles moving faster to intensify the pleasure. You watched Leon’s face as it became more contorted, nose scrunching and eyes wiring shut the deeper he plunged his cock.
“y/n I’m not- not gonna,” he moaned, thrusts becoming shallow and quicker, “oh fuck!”
He stalls his hips pressed against yours, his shoulders tense up as if the wind was knocked out of him. You feel his cock twitch inside of you, a string of moans leaving Leon’s lips give you enough clues to figure out that he came.
His face is a blushing mess as he realizes how quickly he came, eyes prying open to look down at where your hips connected. They flash back up to you, flickering with embarrassment.
“Oh my god y/n,” he dipped his head to hide his face in your shoulder, “I’m so sorry.”
You laugh, both hands reaching up to scratch the back of his head. You place a grounding kiss to his temple, keeping your lips pressed against him as you mutter,
“What are you sorry about?”
You feel Leon sigh against the crook of your neck, slowly pulling his head up to look at you. His face is still bright red, eyes wide and pleading.
“You… didn’t get to finish,” he mumbled, his hands pressing firmer into your waist. He feels so tense, beating himself up for something you knew he couldn’t control. You just smiled reassuringly, sliding your hands around to cup the sides of his face.
“Leon, it’s okay. You already made me finish,” you peck his lips, thumbs swiping along his cheeks, “you did so good.”
The praise cracks a small smile out of Leon, his shoulders finally relaxing, head dipping lower.
“Are you sure? It-it didn’t hurt too bad?”
You shake your head, “Just at the beginning, but then it felt good.”
Leon sighed with relief, his hands loosening the grip and sliding further up your body. His thumb brushes across your nipple, causing a shiver up your spine.
“Well,” Leon kisses your lips, soft but passionate, “I still wanna make it up to you.”
Your brow arches, pulling back just enough to look at him.
“Make up for what?”
Leon’s lips drag along your jaw, sucking that newly found sweet spot just below your ear. His lips are already to your collarbone before he mumbles out, “Gonna make you cum again.”
You go to speak but are replaced by a low whine as Leon pushes himself off of you, his slowly softening cock pulling out of your core. You suddenly feel so empty, walls clenching around nothing. Leon sits up and removes the condom, tossing it into a small trashcan by his bed.
You prop yourself up on your elbows as he lies back down next to you, hand massaging down your hip.
“I would like to taste you, y/n,” Leon whispers, eyes searching yours for a reaction. You give him that familiar confused expression, not clueing in to what he’s asking.
“What do you mean?” Your head tilts, and Leon only travels his hand across your hip, fingers ghosting over your mound. Your eyes widen as it finally clicks for you.
“Only if you’re comfortable with that, but I’ve always wondered what it’s like.” He blushes, keeping his hand resting overtop of your cunt and leaning his face in to nudge your nose.
You swallow nervously, feeling your own face get warm. Of course, you’ve also wondered what having someone eat you out would feel like. And now would be no better time to have you find out, with a willing participant.
You had already been so intimate with Leon, but something about him getting so close and personal between your legs felt even more intimate. But you’ve come to trust Leon, his eyes are genuine and all he wants to do is please you.
He’s watching your face as you contemplate, and you slowly nod.
“Yeah, okay. You can do that.”
Leon’s eyes light up, a toothy grin spreading across his face.
“I’ll do the best I can, I promise,” he finishes his sentence with a kiss, shifting his body to hover over top of you. His lips trail down to your jaw again, and make their way down south. Wet, sloppy kisses down your neck, chest, on each breast, stomach, and just on the top of your pelvic bone.
Leon wedges himself between your legs, hooking your thighs up and over his shoulders as he becomes face to face with your core. You look up at the ceiling, face still flushed and nervous.
You felt kisses along your inner thigh, moving to kiss the other one before his lips got too close. Your breath hitched when you felt the warm air fan across your folds, eyes shutting in anticipation.
“Hey, look at me,” Leon whispers just inches away from your core. Reluctantly, you tilt your head down and open your eyes to meet Leon’s. “You’re okay. I got you.”
The words are so simple, but the way he looked into your eyes and spoke so earnestly, your heart wants to shatter into a million pieces. You nod and smile, reaching your hand down to thread your fingers through his hair. You must think this boy has a magic power of calming your nerves, because you didn’t look away as Leon dipped his head, jetting out his tongue to lick a fat stripe up the middle of your core.
Your hips jerk in reaction, mouth wide open and shallow breaths leaving your chest. Leon’s arms wrap under your thighs to push your hips down into the bed, stabilizing them.
He licks another long stripe, tongue parting your folds before stopping right on your clit, and placing a gentle kiss on top of it.
That elicits a moan from you, the fingers in Leon’s hair gripping tighter as he continues to kiss your clit, taking the bundle of nerves between his lips and sucking softly.
“Leon, fuck- yes,”
Your hips try to buck into Leon’s face, chasing that friction, but his hands won’t let you budge. He just groans against your clit, the vibrations making you whine loudly.
Leon watches your face as he continues to suck on your clit, seeing that this was eliciting the best reaction from you, and only goes to suck harder. He stiffens his tongue to flick against the bud, causing your head to throw back in pleasure.
You feel that familiar knot forming in your stomach, your thighs closing around Leon’s head the tighter the knot becomes. Your hand gripped his hair tighter, pulling it closer to your core as you tried to grind your hips on his face.
You felt delirious. Nothing had felt this overwhelming until right now, but in the best possible way. The way the suction around your clit made it throb, Leon’s hard tongue replicating his fingers from before and swirling in circles, it was almost too much.
“Oh my god,” you moan, your stomach very suddenly approaching your second orgasm of the night, “I-I’m gonna!”
Leon hums against your clit, lips clamping down on it and shoving his nose deeper into your mound as the knot in your stomach snaps.
Your legs involuntarily crush Leon’s head, face contorting as the orgasm floods through you harder than before. Your chest burns as you hold your breath, muscles tensing all over your body as the waves keep crashing down. Leon rides out your high by kissing your clit, gentler than before, not even phased by you practically suffocating him against your core.
Leon only stops once you finally come down, entire body relaxing into the bed. Your thighs fall to their sides, hanging loosely on his shoulders, hand untangling in his hair and flopping beside you. You watch as Leon finally releases your clit from his mouth, prying his head from your hips to look up at you.
The biggest smile you’ve ever seen was plastered on his face, mouth soaked with your juices and lips pink and swollen.
“Holy fuck y/n,” Leon pants, sliding your legs off his shoulders, “I think that’s the best thing I’ve ever done in my entire life.”
You laugh, hands reaching up to brush back your hair, “Imagine how I feel right now,” you lift your head to watch as Leon crawls his way back up to you.
“I did good then?”
“You’re a fucking natural in my books, Leon,” you grab ahold of Leon’s face to pull it up to yours, kissing him fervently. You taste yourself on his lips and tongue, but you couldn’t care less. All that mattered to you now was how this night couldn’t have gone better than you ever dreamed of.
Leon pulled himself to the head of the bed, settling in next to you with his back leaned against the headboard. You shifted closer to him, head resting on his shoulder and a hand absentmindedly tracing patterns on his chest.
All that could be heard in the room was the deep breaths leaving both your mouths.
The silence felt only the slightest bit awkward, finally coming to realize what you had just done. You’re lying bare naked in a stranger’s bed, next to that naked stranger, and have just completed number eight on your bucket list.
You bashfully avoid Leon’s gaze, your eyes looking down at your hip where he’s got a hand massaging the skin. You can feel his eyes burning the side of your face, like he’s mustering up the courage to speak.
“I uh, didn’t hurt you, did I?” He whispers into your ear, lips tickling just the shell of it. You turn your head to face him, his face a lot closer than you thought it was, and shake your head.
“No, not the entire time,” Leon’s eyes widened, afraid that he had done something wrong for you to have been in pain, “it’s not uncommon for a girl’s first time to be uncomfortable, having such a big thing be put up there.”
You chuckle, and so does Leon, easing the worry away, “Alright, it’s not that big.”
“Just take the compliment, Leon.”
You both laugh, Leon’s head leaning down to rest on top of yours while you nudge closer into his shoulder. He snakes an arm behind you, pulling you even closer, your warm bodies melting into each other.
You can still hear the bass of the music from downstairs, the party still going like nothing had even happened. To you, it felt like time had stopped.
Leon must’ve been thinking the same thing, muttering into your hair after placing a kiss on the top of your head, “So, does this still count as ‘getting it over with’?”
It takes you a second to reply, because technically, had it been anyone else, you would’ve considered it ‘getting it over with’.
But now you’re here, in the arms of this caring, gentle, selfless boy, who had made sure you were taken care of and reassured. And he was looking at you like you were sent down to him from heaven, a glow encapsulating your body.
Maybe waiting this long to lose your virginity wasn’t so bad after all.
“No, I don’t think it does.”
Leon pulses his hand on your hip, nose inhaling the scent of your shampoo in your hair.
“You know, y/n,” Leon whispers, lifting his head to get a better look at your face, “I’m glad it was you.”
You lift your head off his shoulder to find his gaze, the brightest smile on your face Leon has seen so far.
“I’m really glad it was you, too.”
You reach up to kiss him, not too rough but just enough to show him how much this meant to you.
“Would you wanna,” Leon speaks against your lips, reluctantly pulling away, “maybe, go out for dinner sometime?”
“Well that’s a little backwards, sex first and then the date?” You tease, patting his chest with your hand. Leon rolls his eyes, but couldn’t help the big grin growing on his face.
“I think this whole night has been a little unusual, don’t you think?”
Your face goes a little more serious, eyes holding Leon’s gaze, sheepish smile forming.
“Actually, I think tonight was perfect.”
Leon’s eyes brighten, and the hand that was on your hip comes to cup the side on your face.
“Me too.”
He kisses you once again, just a gentle peck, confirming that he was feeling the same way as you.
“I was thinking that I could take you-”
*RING RING RING*
Your head whips as you hear the familiar ring of your phone, coming from the floor of Leon’s room. You sit up from the bed, bending over to the floor to search your jean skirt pockets to find your buzzing flip phone.
The little preview screen showed Claire’s contact, and you cursed to yourself.
“Oh shit,” You muttered before answering the phone, holding it up to your ear.
“Hey Claire-”
“-y/n! Where the hell are you? I’ve been looking all over this house for over an hour!”
You sighed, running a hand through your hair. Leon sits up beside you, watching your face as he can quietly hear the yelling through the phone.
“I uh, I’m upstairs.”
“What? I’ve checked up there like three times,” there’s a pause for a second, and you can almost hear the gears in Claire’s brain working as she figures it out, “wait, are you-”
“-Not another word, Claire. I’ll meet you downstairs.”
“No way! Who is it?”You sheepishly turn your body away from Leon’s, as if that would do anything for him to not hear as you whisper, “We’ll talk about it later, okay?”
You utter a small goodbye, and hang up the phone. Your hands rest on the edge of the bed, and let out another big sigh. “I guess that’s my cue to go, Claire’s looking for me.”
You stand up to look for your clothes, skewed all over Leon’s floor, and he helps you pick up each item. As he goes to hand you your skirt and top, he stops.
“Wait- I’m serious about dinner, y/n. I really want to see you again.”
You grab the clothes in his hands, your fingers lingering on his. “I really want to see you again too.”
You throw your clothes on, adjusting them to make you look somewhat presentable, and notice a notebook and pen lying on Leon’s desk. You open the notebook to write your phone number.
“Call me, and we can figure out a date.”
Leon smiles wide, finger tracing over the numbers on the paper. He goes to give you a hug, his strong arms wrapping around your waist tight. You reciprocate and wrap your arms around his neck, inhaling the smell of his cologne.
“I wish you could stay,” he whispered against your hair. You smile, and turn your head to kiss Leon’s cheek.
“Me too, but I’ll see you soon, yeah?”
Leon nods, pulling away just enough to place a final kiss on your lips as his answer. As his lips slot perfectly into yours, you can’t help but wonder how you ended up getting so lucky tonight.
After taking a quick peek out the door, you slip out quietly, and head to the stairs. The party is still as busy as before, unaware of one of the most important things in your life happening in the other room.
The second you reach the bottom of the stairs, Claire is waiting for you, arms crossed over his chest, foot tapping inpaitently.
"You've got a lot of explaining to do, y/n."
She looks you up and down, seeing your clothes wrinkled, hair a mess, and face flushed red. You just laugh, and walk with her towards the front door.
hide the razor 𓇼 toji x fem!reader fluff fic ꫂ᭪݁ toji has stubble on his face and you love it
you were laying in bed, wrapped in fluffy blankets and waiting for toji to come to bed with you.
he popped his head out of the master bathroom, giving you a sweet smile. he had a towel around his neck, only wearing his boxers. he set the towel on the counter in the restroom before walking over to you.
he immediately laid himself on top of you and started play fighting with you. he grabbed your wrists and held you down, counting from ten to one like they do in wrestling. he let your wrists go once he got to one, cupping your cheeks instead.
he pressed a big kiss on your lips. you could feel him smile, but thats not all you felt.
you felt something scratch your chin.
you pulled away from him, looking at his cheeks with shock.
toji had stubble.
he never let his stubble grow out for some reason. you never knew why, but you had never seen it.
you looked at him with shock.
"what?" he asked with confusion.
you cupped his cheeks, staring at the stubble as if it was some kind of phenomenon.
it kind of was.
you brushed your thumb over the prickly hair, staring at the handsome man hovering over you.
toji realized what you were looking at and pulled away from your touch. he reached his hand up to touch the prickle of his cheeks.
"oh, i haven't shaved yet, been feeling lazy. i shave it tomo-"
"don't shave it!" you cut him off immediately. you shook your head and cupped his cheeks again.
"don't shave it." you repeated again.
"why?" he asked, touching the hairs on his cheek. he never expected you to react like this over something so small like stubble.
"just don't. if you do, im never kissing you again."
toji nearly gasped. he squeezed your cheeks together and leaned in close. "you wouldn't."
you tried to smile but he was squeezing your cheeks too hard. you just hummed and pulled him in for another kiss.
he tilted his head just enough so his chin could rub against yours, making you squeal when the stubble scratched your chin. he laughed against your mouth, not believing you could get so flustered over prickles of hair.
this been in the drafts since april 23... goodness
taglist : @rocky-save-grace @gilwm @akaashiit @palanggaaa @showhay @m4aimm @icebearcucumber
Roommate!Toji is truly the worst roommate you’ve ever had. The dishes are never done, his laundry is everywhere but his own room, and he never even touches the vacuum. It’s awful but he always pays his part on time, even early sometimes. It’s getting to a point where he needs to be addressed. You gather up the courage and walk right over to him. To no surprise, he’s sprawled out across the couch, beer in hand, while he watches some ridiculous boat race. It’s a common sight during the weekends for him.
“Toji. We need to talk.”
He spares only a glance at you before taking a sip.
“What now?
You scoff. How could he be so rude!
“In the couple of months that we’ve lived together, you have done nothing but make messes for me to clean up! All you do is trash the house and expect me to….”
You vented and almost even screamed at him for a good minute or so before a roll of his eyes and a groan.
“God, woman. You’re so pent up. Do you need to get laid?”
Your ramblings were cut off by his comment, making your eyes widen and cheeks burn.
“I do not! Don’t even say that to me!”
That only earned a chuckle from him. Before you knew it, he pulled you down onto the couch next to him, throwing an arm your shoulders and pulling you into his side.
“Just relax, have a sip.”
You huffed but took a sip anyways, feeling the buzz of the beer slide down your throat. It did feel kinda nice to just sit but you promised yourself you wouldn’t cave.
“This doesn’t excuse your messed by the way.”
He laughed, genuinely laughed as you continued to berate him. He cut you off again, differently this time though. Moving his head down to you and pressing a deep kiss to your lips. He’s never done this before and you were internally panicking. No kissing back even, just shock and allowance as he did it.
He didn’t even stop there, giving you a little more than a few deep kisses. He pulled off to breathe.
“There, do you feel better now?”
“…What the hell was that Toji?! Why would you-“
Another kiss. And again. And again. And one more time before he was making out with you and you simply let it happen. Beer discarded, boat show forgotten, all you know was his lips on yours as his huge arms caged you in. Teeth clashed, tongues danced, spit spread. You’ve never had a better kisser before. Clearly he knew what he was doing.
A few more wet kisses before he was pulling off you, patting your cheek as if to see if you were still alive.
“If that didn’t make up for not doing the dishes I can do more.”
Your face was on fire, body tingling, lips were kiss-bitten. The temptation to say yes was rising and with a shy nod of your head, he granted your wish. That’s how you spent your Saturday afternoon, making out with your undeniably hot and messy roommate. Maybe you’ll start nagging him again when he used all the hot water….
satoru hates it when you squeeze yourself when he’s inside of you. he hates being “rage-baited” by his brat of a girl who has his cock warmed inside of her sloppy folds. a callous smile adjacent with the faux innocent eyes of yours blinking at him as if taunting him with a what’s wrong.
and all satoru could do was fixate his ocean replete orbs on the spread of your pussy around his engorged self, taking complete control of his entrance. he tries again, a cautious slow thrust too smooth from the wetness, but, no luck because you had clenched yourself (once again). “quit it, baby” his pearly whites grinding, jaw fiercer.
oh he hated it. the sheer annoyance of having his cock struggle to go inside of you all because you decided to fucking play around. tightening the inner muscles of your cunt around his tip, shaft and all just to see that flustered struggling face of the proclaimed ‘strongest’—hm, not funny. at least, not for him.
“quit what?” a sweet cadence, just a facade, as your canines shone when you clenched again. and again. again. having him falter forward and slip out groans. “ah–damn–” his breath heavy on your spit smeared lips, his nipples brushing against yours and there came his odd request.
cw: explicit smut, toji eats you out on the phone w/ shiu.
Toji’s got you spread out on the living room couch, one leg hooked over the backrest, the other pushed up and out by the iron grip of his forearm. Your shorts and panties are long gone—crumpled somewhere on the floor—and his broad shoulders keep you pinned open.
His phone buzzed on the coffee table. He didn’t even pause—just reached over with one lazy hand, thumbed it to speaker, and answered without lifting his head. “Yeah?” Voice rough, muffled against your pussy.
Shiu’s voice crackled through the speaker. “Yo, you busy? Got a job lead, need to talk details. You free to call?”
Toji dragged his tongue up slow circling your clit with the tip before sucking it into his mouth hard enough to make your back arch off the couch. You slapped a hand over your own mouth to muffle the whimper.
He pulled back just enough to speak, lips shiny with you, breath hot against your throbbing cunt. “Yeah,” he drawled casually, “I’m free. Just eatin’. What’s up?”
Shiu snorted on the other end. “Eatin’? This late? You order takeout or somethin’?” Toji’s tongue flicked out again lapping at your entrance before plunging inside, fucking you with slow, deep strokes. Your thighs trembled around his head, pussy soaking his face. “Somethin’ like that,” Toji muttered, voice thick, lips brushing your clit with every word. “Tastes perfect. Real fuckin’ good.”
You whined and despite your best efforts the sound carried. Shiu paused. “…You good, man? Sounds like you’re multitasking.”
Toji laughed as he sucked your clit again, hard, popping off with a wet sound that was obscene even over the phone. “Yeah,” he rasped, dragging his tongue flat up your slit one more time, slow enough to make your eyes roll back. “Just… enjoying my meal. Keep talkin’.”
Shiu sighed, clearly suspicious but too used to Toji’s bullshit to push. “Alright, whatever. So the job’s in Shibuya—client wants it quiet, double the pay if we wrap by Friday—”
Toji hummed like he was listening, but his mouth never stopped. One thick finger slid inside you—then two making your thighs squeeze around him harder. You were dripping down his chin, soaking the collar of his shirt. He didn’t care. Just kept eating like your pussy was the only thing on his mind while Shiu droned on about payout and timelines. “—you in or what?” Shiu finished.
Toji pulled back just long enough to answer, lips swollen, “Mhm,” he finally grunts into the phone, voice lazy. “Double’s good. Send me the location.”
He dives back in without missing a beat—tongue fucking into you deep while his thumb circles your clit in tight, relentless little strokes. Shiu keeps talking logistics—times, entry points, cleanup—none the wiser. Toji responds in short, gruff sentences, each one punctuated by another long lick or a slow suck that makes your hips buck against his face.
Then Shiu pauses. “Yo… what the hell are you eating over there? Sounds like it tastes fuckin’ good. You got some gourmet shit or what?”
Toji laughs against your pussy, “Yeah. Real fuckin’ good. Best meal I’ve had in a while.” You’re mortified and soaked and you feel like you about to fucking cum with Shiu on the phone. Shiu laughs. “Man, save some for me next time. Sounds like you’re enjoying the hell outta that.” He laughs slurping louder, “Nah, I ain’t sharing’.”
Toji’s thumb presses harder on your clit—once, twice—and you can’t hold it back anymore. A muffled moan slips past your fingers. Toji’s grip on your hip tightens in warning, but he doesn’t stop. If anything, he gets meaner—tongue plunging deeper, lips sealing around your clit and sucking hard. “Gotta go,” he mutters into the phone, voice rough. “Food’s gettin’ cold.”
He hangs up before Shiu can say another word, tossing the phone onto the couch like it’s nothing. Then both hands are on you—gripping your ass, spreading you wider, burying his face so deep you feel his nose pressed against you.
Tongue and fingers work in tandem—curling inside you while his mouth devours your clit. You come hard, screaming his name, thighs clamping around his head as you shake and gush against his tongue.
Toji doesn’t let up even after you come, thighs clamped around his ears and your whole body twitching. He cleans up every drop, long, dragging licks from your oversensitive entrance back up to your swollen bud. You can barely form words. Your hand’s still clamped over your mouth even though the call’s long dead, chest heaving, skin slick with sweat.
He crawls up your body, caging you in, lips brushing yours so you could taste yourself on him. “Shiu’s right,” he murmurs, “You do taste fuckin’ good.”
a/n: bro I’m actually becoming too obsessed w toji
A glimpse into the date night of an eager Leon and a nervous Reader.
Part 1 here!
Getting ready for a date shouldn't be hard…right?
That's what you told yourself the evening of your date with Leon.
Before your shift at work ended, you asked Leon where exactly he had made reservations. All the blonde did was say, "Oh, wear whatever. You look beautiful in anything anyway."
That would have been sweeter if you weren’t currently panicking about being underdressed.
Jill went shopping with you after work to help you. It took almost two hours for you to settle on a red dress that flowed down to your calves. Nothing too fancy, but pretty. It was either that or have Jill yell at you in front of the mall's poor teenage employees for another hour.
Leon was supposed to arrive in an hour, leaving you just about enough time to style your hair and put on some makeup. It wouldn't have taken you so long if it weren't for your trembling hands.
You tried calming yourself with music, letting Michael Jackson and Beyoncé distract your anxious mind while you styled your hair. As it was the beginning of summer, you chose to go light on the makeup. You didn't want any foundation melting onto your food.
"You rocked my world, you know you did," you sang loudly, looking into your bathroom mirror to put on the last step of your routine, your lip products. "And everything I own I give-"
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.
"Oh hell!" you jump and run out of the bathroom. Quickly putting on your kitten heels, you stop in front of your apartment door. You stop to take a breath and finally open the door.
"Hey Leon-Oh!" Fully expecting to see Leon's face, you were greeted by a giant bouquet of crocheted roses right in your face.
Leon sheepishly peeks from behind the bouquet, "Hi…I got these for you because these can't die like real ones, ya know?"
"Thanks," you blinked before taking the bouquet carefully. "These are actually really cute." You place them on the table near your door before grabbing your purse.
Leon grinned. "They won't die like how my feelings for you-"
"Let's get a move on, Leon." You pat his arm to stop him from saying something ridiculous.
The two of you walk out of your apartment building, a breeze cooling you down in the summer evening.
"You look pretty. I mean, you always do! I…never get to see you in a dress." Leon compliments you eagerly.
"Thanks. You look…" your eyes travel over him briefly. His face and hair were perfect as always. Honestly, Leon looked less like a cop and more like the kind of man you'd see in a department store catalog. His outfit was a dark blue button-down shirt and dress pants.
Leon notices you look down at your dress with embarrassment. "Something wrong?"
"I-I think I underdressed for this…"
Your dress was cute, but Leon's outfit made it painfully obvious he'd chosen somewhere nicer than a casual little restaurant.
"Shit! Oh, I am so sorry," Leon turns to you with a red face. "That's probably why you asked me where we were going. I am such an idiot."
Seeing him react so emotionally to your embarrassment made your stomach feel fuzzy.
He continued, "Um, if you want, you have time to change into another dress?! I mean, I may need to speed a little-"
"No, it's alright," you smiled. His willingness to find a solution to your issue calmed down your worry of looking out of place at the restaurant. "As long as they don't have a strict dress code, I should be fine."
Leon only relaxed after making you promise you were comfortable going inside.
"My lady," Leon rushed over to the passenger side of his Jeep to open the door for you. He holds his hand out, ready to help you climb in.
"Well, aren't you a gentleman?" You take his hand and settle inside. As you buckle in, you catch Leon flexing his hand while he closes your door. You take a look around the car's interior. The inside of the Jeep was spotless, and a eucalyptus-and-bergamot air freshener hung from the rear-view mirror. You didn’t know many men who cared this much about how their car looked — or smelled.
Of course, Leon did.
Leon slightly raised the volume on his car's radio, and you can hear the first few notes of your favorite album. He glanced at you as he drove, "I, uh, overheard you talking about this album to Officer Valentine."
Your heart jumped. You talked about this album to her a month ago, and he remembered.
"It's your car. You can play whatever you want to listen to."
He shook his head, "No, it's okay. I like it. I want to focus on you today anyway."
"Oh." Heat creeps into your face immediately.
Leon must have caught it from the way he chuckled. You two made small talk, mostly about work, until you made it to the restaurant. You’d had a feeling the restaurant would be expensive once Leon started driving toward the wealthier side of the city.
He helps you out of the car before opening the restaurant door for you. He goes up to the hostess for the reservations as you observe the restaurant. It smelled delicious in there, and the dim lighting added to the atmosphere. Your stomach twisted a little when you noticed how much more formally dressed the other women were.
"Don't worry," Leon gently takes your arm. With a reassuring smile, he motions for you to follow him and the hostess. The woman guides you two upstairs and into a private dining room.
"Leon…" He sits you down at the table as the woman leaves you alone, "This must have cost you a lot. We could have sat down with everyone else downstairs or gone somewhere else. That would have been perfectly fine with me."
He shakes his head, "No, I know you deserve the best. If I can provide the best for you, then I will. I just…" Leon looked away briefly, a faint blush dusting his face. "I want to take care of you. I'm a provider."
Silence filled the dim room until your cackle broke it. "Oh, Leon," you dab a tear from your eye, "you are so cute!"
Calling him cute out loud should’ve embarrassed you more, but Leon’s laughter softens the sting instantly.
"Alright, alright,” Leon muttered through a grin. “It wasn’t that funny.” He finally calmed down as the waiter walked in to take their orders.
You watched as Leon spoke to the waiter. Sure, you’d always known Leon was attractive, but you were only now noticing the smaller details that made him beautiful to you. Faint acne scars dusted his face, and small moles spotted his neck in places you’d never paid attention to before.
"So," Leon turns back to you once the waiter left, "You never did tell me why you agreed to go on a date with me. Did I finally wear you down?”
You sigh, bringing your glass of wine to your lips, "No…Well sort of. You were a tad bit annoying. Jill made me realize that you could be worse." Leon watched as you set down your drink. "She also told me to stop restricting myself from things that could make me happy just because I am scared."
"Huh…" Leon hummed with a smile on his face. "It still sounds like I was a bit annoying, wasn't I?"
A smirk formed on your face, "Very much so. It isn't so bad though. At least it was the RPD's pretty boy being a nuisance and not someone else."
He laughed quietly, shaking his head. "So I really was bothering you that whole time, huh?"
You tease back, "Oh, absolutely. You made work oh so dreadful." Giggling at your own sarcasm, your hand gently smacked the table.
“Oh.”
You glance down in surprise when Leon carefully intertwines your fingers.
"Is this alright?" The blonde asked, looking at you with a soft tone to his voice.
Was this the happiness that Jill told you not to be afraid of? Was a small moment like this worth a possible heartbreak? What if she was right, and no heartache occurred, but a lifetime of happiness took its place? After a moment of collecting yourself, you nod, "Yes. Yes, this is perfectly alright."
Suddenly, The waiter returned moments later with your food, forcing Leon to let go — though not before his thumb brushed once against your knuckles.
So much for not falling for your co-worker.
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