i know that you miss me

He was right, you had not thought enough while walking back home late at night. Initially you had thought of taking a cab but just to save a few bucks you decided against it.

You shouldn't have. You lived in a big city so even if you had a job which on paper seemed good enough of a paycheck it hardly managed the expenses of the said big city.

Everything was expensive here so even if you lived past a shady neighbourhood, you were glad enough to have the roof above your head. You couldn't afford or even think of changing places until you got a promotion or changed your company for a higher paying one.

You were walking towards your block when you felt someone following you and you glanced over your shoulder only to see this huge bulky and scary man walking a few feet away from you.

You had immediately turned around, heart pounding with fear, hoping it was not what you were thinking and he would take a different turn or route from you. But no, he kept walking after you, turning where you did as you kept checking for him through your peripheral vision.

Even from a distance, he stood out so it was not hard for you to realise that he indeed was following you. And it seemed like he was not going anytime soon or leaving you alone, so you had fastened your pace and nearly ran when you were just a few blocks away from your apartment.

You ran as fast as you could in those damn work heels of yours, as it clattered loudly on the silent street. Huffing as your chest burned, not used to this much of physical activity as you hardly got any time for it, you ran with all your might not looking back and that was your biggest mistake as he was also running after you. Just two more blocks you had thought, you were so close!

Then only he had caught you, his massive arms wrapping around your waist, yanking you to his chest and his large, rough hand had clamped over your mouth before you could scream, smothering your cry for help and protest.

He had moved really fast, dragging you along with him in a nearby alley, where even the streetlamp’s light didn't reach, bunching up your work skirt and tearing off your panties.

You had thrashed wildly, kicking your legs, trying to fight him off, but it was useless. He was too strong for you to do any real harm to him or save yourself from him, he had easily overpowered you pushing you up against the wall in the complete darkness.

He changed the angle pulling out his cock with a low, frustrated grunt, like he hated being out of you even for a second. His thick cock dragged heavily along your walls on his way out, before you could even relax thinking it was probably finally over and he was done with you, he bent his knees slightly, adjusting his angle, and drove back in with one powerful upward thrust. A sharp burst of pain shot through your core, making you yelp in agony against his hand.

The new position forced him even deeper. You felt every inch of his thick cock stretching you open again, his cockhead pressing hard against your cervix, bullying its way in until his heavy balls slapped against your clit, your fingers clawing against the plain brick wall, nothing to hold on too as he started fucking you harder from the new position.

“Don't you know how dangerous it is to roam outside at nighttime, especially if you look so fuckable and vulnerable. You're gonna attract the wrong kind of men you know?”

You tried to scream again, thrashing your head side to side, but his hand only tightened over your mouth making it hard for you to breathe. Tears streamed down your face as your legs shook violently to his relentless ramming inside your cunt.

He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through his chest pressed flush against your back. “Shhh,shhh, don’t fight it, sweetheart. You’re doing so good for me. Taking my cock like a good little slut.”

“And it's not like you're taking a cock for the first time, I went inside you so easily. Do you have a boyfriend, doll? Who's the lucky bastard fucking this sluty cunt of yours, not gonna lie I am quite jealous.”

Another hard thrust as he pushed himself up from the low angle making you whimper against his palm. You could feel the huge and fat cock of his dragging inside your walls, as it clenched around him due to your fear and distress.

His fingers on your throat loosened just a fraction, as you gasped finally able to breath taking deep shaky breaths only for him to slide up and force two thick fingers past your lips, pressing down on your tongue and fucking shallowly into your mouth as you choked and gagged on his fingers, while at the same time he fucked you with his cock slamming inside you.

He slowed for a moment, grinding deep, letting his cock settle inside you. One of his hands left your hip to grope roughly at your tits through your plain office shirt, “Such a nice pair of tits, baby. Should I loosen them free? They will bounce real good while I fuck you raw–ahhh....shit.”

Toji threw his head back letting out a deep moan as your cunt involuntarily clenched around him, your body reacting out of new found fear. The sudden tight squeeze made him hiss through his teeth.

“Oh, baby don't do that” he let out a throaty chuckle near your ear, "You’re gonna snap my dick in half. Don't worry I am not bothering with your shirt, too much work you know.”

You sobbed harder, body trembling as he picked up the speed again, fucking you harder and faster, as your whole body shook from his ruthless, rentless thrusts.

Your knees finally gave out beneath you as you almost fell down only for him to tighten his hold on your waist keeping you upright and going in and out inside of you groaning in your ear.

He lifted you higher with both his arms now wrapped firmly around your waist, pulling your body back against his chest as he slightly bent his knees and leaned a little backwards. Your feet left the ground, dangling helplessly just inches above the floor, toes pointing down but not touching.

The position was overwhelming, dangling like this, worse than before any of the positions he had put you through. Now, only supported by his arms around your waist, hardly able to move except by the thrusts of his cock.

Your body had grown so weak from the brutal fucking that all you could do now was take it, with your back arching against his chest as painful moans and whimpers spilled from your lips now free from his clamped hand.

“You live around here, right?”he asked grunting. “Bet you’re gonna feel me leaking and dripping from your cunt all the way home when I fill you up, I hope you remember this big cock of mine, I bet it's bigger than your boyfriend's.”

“Gonna fill this sweet pussy of yours, doll.” He said his hips slamming up harder into you. “Pump you full with my cum and you’re gonna take it all like the helpless little fucktoy you are. Ain’t that right, princess?”

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He’d pull back out almost all the way, before repeating the motion just to see it over and over again. ''Fuck… would you look at that'' he breathed, his voice low and wrecked as his hands grip onto your thighs, spreading you wider for him.

The mattress faintly creaking beneath you as he rocked his hips at a shallow and tortures tempo. ''Greedy little pussy welcoming me back in each time. Isn’t that right, sweet girl?''

You’re a whimpering mess, hands twisted in your bedsheets as you try to be quiet. Easier said than done when your dad's best friend has his cock buried inside you.

''Leon…mphf… my dad could… ah-'' He didn’t even acknowledge your pleas at first, to mesmerized by the way your pussy lips wrapped around him, glistening with your arousal and watching the way you flutter and clench around him so nicely. Like your body was struggling with wanting to let go of him.

''Mhm? What was that?'' he murmured, dark eyes flicking up to look at your flushed face. A cruel little smirk tugged at his lips as he withdrew all the way, hearing the cutest huff leave your lips at the empty feeling. Naughty girl.

He slapped the head of his cock against your clit a couple of times, before rubbing it through your folds just to watch you squirm and attempt to push at his shoulders. ''You sure you want me to stop, hm? Your adorable head might be saying no, but this tight little body is screaming yes.'' he cooed before grabbing at your wrists and pinning them above your head.

The look on your face had to be the prettiest thing he's ever seen. Your cheeks flushed, eyes wide and glassy, lips swollen from his mouth earlier.

''Your dad doesn't have to know about this, if you just keep quiet.'' He reached down with his other hand to grip your chin, ''You'll be good and keep this a secret, right?'' You bit down on your lip, nodding. Leon smirked and gave your cheek a soft pat before reaching down to grip the base of his cock, guiding it back to your entrance. ''Good, now let me get back to feeling this needy pussy around me.''

He fed the fat tip back inside you, shallow fucking motions that had your pussy spasming as you sucked him in. Leon groaned at the feeling, whilst your head tipped back on a soft breathy moan. ''So fucking tight for me. None of the boys your age will ever be able to stretch you out like this. You're molded perfectly for me and just me.''

Your hips twitched, attempting to take more of him as Leon's control was slipping. He leaned over you, one forearm braced beside your head as he sank in deeper, halfway there now, grunting at how tightly you were gripping him.

His free hand covered your mouth as you moaned a little to loud. ''Shhh, I told you to be quiet, baby. Don't want your dad waking up and finding me balls-deep in his daughter.'' he purred as the wet squelching sounds filled the small room, obsecene and loud enough that it was surprising that your dad hadn't woken up by it.

''You know, I've been jerking off to the thought of this for years.'' he confessed in a rough whisper. ''Stealing your panties whenever I'd come over. Not enough to have you wondering, but just so I could smell them while stroking my cock, imagining how tight and nice you'd feel. And you've exceeded my expectations, baby.'' Leon chuckled before finally thrusting all the way in, bottoming out with a low guttural sound. His heavy balls smacking against the underside of your ass.

The stretch was overwhelming in the best way and Leon stayed bruied deep for a moment, grinding slow and filthy, before fucking you in earnest. His strokes were deep, posessive, so much that your bed was protesting by the way it thumped against the wall. Your moans were muffled against his hand as his other was gripping your hip, harshly.

''Your mine. Always has and always will be.'' he growled against your ear, hips snapping harder against your own. ''Doesn't fucking matter whos daughter you are. This pussy belongs to me.''

i'm so down bad for pervy old man leon!!

His only saving grace is you, another agent who he works with on his rare duo missions. You’re just about the only other single person in the entirety of the DSO—that’s what it feels like. Sometimes, you two will sit at events and roll your eyes at people showing off their partners. Then an awkward silence after of a silent agreement ‘cause you both know you’re just envious.

“Do you think we can call in sick?” Leon sighs as you both sit in your hotel room before you have to leave for an event. This ceremony thingy-bullshit is a bigger, more nationwide one that your boss sent you both to. One room, but two beds, at least. Cheapskates knew you didn’t have significant others and didn’t bother with privacy.

“I mean, prolly… but we lowkey might get flamed,” you reply. He leans against the doorway of the bathroom as he watches you do your makeup. The pretty, long dress you have on is a far cry from the tactical gear he usually pairs you with. Both looks are hot as hell, he definitely can’t deny that. He’ll just tuck that secret in his pocket for now.

“Well, hurry up. Maybe we can show up and leave as quick as possible,” he says as he checks his watch and pretends as if he didn’t just try to check you out. Not that it would be the first time.

Extremely unfortunately, you make it to the event, dreading every click of your heels against the marbled floors as you step inside. This one’s clearly expensive and fancy—that’s worse. The bar quickly becomes Leon’s victim. He lets you know he’ll get you a drink while you find them a spot at a table with an easy escape.

Well, he didn’t really expect to come back and find some guy hitting on you. He’s more curious than annoyed, but it’s there. This guy has the audacity to hit on a girl like you?

“Really? They flew you all the way out here, huh? So you’re pretty special,” this idiot smirks, thinking his blinding white teeth are gonna win you over. Leon can tell you’re irritated.

“Sure, you could say that,” you reply with pursed lips and your best disinterested voice. Your gaze shifts briefly to Leon standing behind him who looks amused. You’re only taking note of your drink that he’s holding.

“Well, special lady, would you maybe like to go to dinner with me somewhere more… private?” He lowers his tone leaning in a little, thinking he’s smooth as hell.

“Uh… no, y’know my schedule’s kinda full…” you shake your head, using that very obvious rejection tone. If he hasn’t taken the hint already, he has to take it now, right?

“Okay, no date. Maybe just uh… a night together?”

Nope. You were stupid to think a man would ever take a hint.

His tone makes it obvious what he’s asking, he wants his head under your dress. He says it like he knows you’ll say yes.

“Oh, I’m celibate, actually,” you smile tersely. He gives you a look as if he doesn’t believe you.

“Really? A pretty girl like you isn’t interested in sex?” He raises an eyebrow, taking a step closer as if that’s gonna fix your supposed virginity. “I find that hard to believe, sweetheart.”

“Ah, too bad. Really sucks when not every living female wants to fuck you, huh?” You can’t help but mock, returning the raised brow. “Afraid it’s just gonna be you and your fist tonight.”

He scoffs, trying not to look as offended as he clearly feels. He finally seems to take the hint. “God, some special lady you are,” he grumbles, pushing off the chair he was leaning on and giving you a look before disappearing.

“Celibate? Really?” Leon chuckles when he finally gets to talk to you again, holding out a glass of wine for you. He knows first hand that you're just about the opposite of celibate. You’ve been out drinking together multiple times… one thing leads to another.

“Just a white lie, cant hurt,” you shrug with equal amusement. You finally sit down at your carefully scouted table right next to the exit for a quick, uninterrupted escape.

The rest of the night is as boring as you expected, but a couple more glasses of wine gets you through it. The millisecond you receive your awards—some bullshit that you don’t even think needs to be awarded—you and Leon are out of there. You’ve never been more happy to see your hotel room.

Taking your time undressing and relaxing for a while, eventually you turn in for sleep. You’re even wearing your cute silky set, all curled up under the sheets. And clutching them tightly. It’s literally freezing.

“Mmh, Leon…” you mumble, trying desperately to warm yourself up. You look over your shoulder at his bare back turned to you on the other side of the room. When did he take his shirt off? “Are you awake?”

After hearing a quiet grunt, you continue. “Are you cold? I’m freezing.”

“No. ‘S hot as hell,” he grumbles. He waits for you to say something else, and just as he’s about to offer you all his sheets, he hears shuffling from your bed. A moment later, he feels the mattress dip behind him and turns over to see you kneeling on the bed and inviting yourself in.

“Y’don’t mind if we cuddle?” You murmur, slipping under the covers. He swallows as he sees your cute pajamas with the lace and he can already tell this isn’t gonna end with just cuddling. He wordlessly opens his arms up for you, wrapping them around you when you make yourself the little spoon.

He makes sure the sheets are pulled up over your shoulders, rubbing your arms and thighs underneath to try to warm you up. “Still cold?”

Well, not really. You're very hot now, actually, but you nod your head, mumbling yes.

“Want me to warm you up another way?” Leon offers, his voice quiet and rough in that way that sends a shiver down your spine. He rubs his nose against your neck, fingers brushing up under your shirt. How are you supposed to resist?

“Yeah,” you nod against the pillow, squirming slightly as he rubs your side—ticklish little thing. You help shift your legs as he pushes your shorts and panties down.

“There you go. I got you,” he murmurs, sliding his hand back up the inside of your thigh. He kisses the side of your neck as his fingers part your soft curls to get to your pussy. You can feel him smirk against your skin when he feels how wet you are.

“Doesn’t feel very cold to me,” his warm digits spread your slick around, finding your clit with ease and gently circling it with his middle finger. You whine quietly, hands grabbing his forearm that’s around your waist.

You’re snug but not tight around his fingers, easily dipping them in your wet cunt and spreading you open. He shifts, almost draping himself over you to “keep you warm” as he fingers your needy little pussy and gets you nice and ready for him.

“Oh, Leon, right there,” you whisper into the pillow as he makes sure the heel of his hand is rubbing against your clit as he adds a third finger. Your hips lightly rock against his palm, your brows pulled into that soft crease that makes you look fucking adorable.

“Look at you, going around telling people you’re abstinent and yet you’re crawling into my arms,” Leon teases gently, curling his fingers in a slow, languid way that makes your spine straighten and your breath catch.

Just as you’re mumbling about getting close and about to cum, he takes his hand away with a kiss to your shoulder beside the strap of your top. You whine, but he turns you around in his arms with one of those dumb smirks.

“C’mon, girly, you’re on top tonight. Show me how celibate you claim you are, hm?” He taunts, bringing you with him as he rolls into his back, big hands on your soft hips.

“Ugh, how did I let you talk me into this? Didn’t we say we’d stop after last time?” You complain as you settle your hands on his bare chest, your naked hips lazily grinding against the tent in his pajama pants.

“We both know we can’t stop. ‘Sides, I barely talked to you, just tried to warm you up,” he grunts as you start dry humping him, rough hands sliding down your scarred thighs. Rubs his thumbs over the small, raised lines before giving you a light slap on the ass.

“Get going, princess. You’re slow,” he says with fake impatience, staring up at you with that cheesy smirk. You roll your eyes but start to pull down his sweats and boxers anyway.

Your hips shift restlessly with need as you grip his hard cock, giving it a couple light strokes before positioning yourself above him. With your eyes on your movements, you hold him still as you slowly sink down on him with a low, gravelly moan.

“Mmh—fuck, there you go. Hug me so nice,” he sighs with a grunt of your name as he watches you. You sit there on his cock, looking up at him expectantly. This is usually the part where he takes over again and holds you hips while he thrusts up into you.

He simply returns the look. Asshole. What happened to chivalry?

You sigh dramatically, your knees on either side of his waist as you find leverage with your hands behind you on his hard, strong thighs. You don’t usually do this part.

You suck in a breath, lifting yourself up a bit, and then back down with a soft moan. Up and down, up and down, grinding softly against him and keeping eye contact.

But it’s just not the same! Even as you keep up a nice rhythm, your soft moans getting louder and your grip getting tighter, he’s not deep enough. Not hitting the spots he usually gets.

“Leon, c’mon… it’s better when you do it,” you sigh as your hands come back to the front, tracing his abs as you do your damn best riding his cock. He simply stares, amused as his hands rub up and down your thighs.

“…Leon,” you say more firmly this time, hoping you can chastise him into fucking you. It doesn’t work, and you’re getting impatient. You groan dramatically, circling your hips as you lock your eyes on his. “Leon, just fuck me already! Fuck me hard!”

He can’t help but laugh. It gets him going to see you all frustrated, as much as he hates it when you’re anything but happy. Anyway, who’s he to deny you? His hands slides up to your hips, pausing to grope your ass before firmly planting themselves above your thighs.

“Careful what you wish for,” he murmurs before lifting you up and then pulling you back down to meet his thrust. A moan slips from both of you this time as your fingers dig into his bare chest.

“Mmh, fuck yeah Leon,” you groan, leaning back so you can see his face a bit better. Not for long, ‘cause then he pounds into you hard enough to pull out a high-pitched whine and make you throw your head back with pleasure,

“God, fuckin’ love that, don’t you? You can’t even ride me properly. Always need my help,” he grunts as his hips jump to meet yours every single time. He always scolds you in that sickly sweet voice that has your pussy dripping.

“Oh—mph! Right there—yeah, nail my shit, just like that,” you say breathlessly, your head dropping to his chest as one of your hands snakes beneath you to find your clit. A half moan-half growl slips from your lips as your back arches deliciously, teetering right on the edge.

“Jesus, cumming already? Needed it bad, did you?” He murmurs as he trails gentle, contradicting kisses compared to his rough thrusts against your shoulder. “Come on, sweetheart. Cum on my cock.”

It’s hard to hear his words over the squeaking of the bed and your own moans. Almost forgot you were in a hotel—no, you definitely did forget. That’s not what’s crossing your mind right now, though. You’re too busy crossing the finish line. Moaning his name, your fingers still on your clit as i grinds up into you to help you ride it out.

“That’s it, girly. Good girl,” Leon mumbles in your ears, rolling your hips against his pelvis. Once he’s decided you've had enough rest, he gently manhandles you onto your back, quickly pushing your legs up and squishing your knees against your tits as he gets right back to work.

His hands grip the backs of your thighs, his fingertips denting into the plush skin as he pounds into your pussy. His voice leaves him in harsh grunts and satisfied groans, his gaze fixed on his cock coming in and out of your soft cunt.

“Y-Y’know… how much it pissed me off… when that guy was flirting with you?” Leon grunts through gritted teeth, almost like he was trying to keep it back.

“Fuck… yeah?” You question through your sex haze. You guys don’t really talk about other people, or your feelings. Especially not towards each other. So to have him essentially admit that he’s jealous.

“Yeah, princess. Couldn’t believe he thought he had a chance with… you,” his words come out a little slurred—he always talks too much when he gets close. You whine softly, the jealousy woven in his voice making your insides quiver.

His hands grip tighter on your thighs, not enough to bruise but definitely no less than firm. He leans over you a bit, putting a little more of his weight on top of you as he fucks you harder. He barely manages to remember he didn’t use a condom, whining pathetically as he uses all the forces of his self restraint to pull out.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck…” he whispers under his breath, one big hand pushing your thighs together as he strokes himself with the other. You make sure you’ve got a front row seat to see his brows furrowed and your name falling helplessly from his lips.

Leon moans your name, his head falling back as he finally pours his hot, sticky cum all over the backs of your thighs. Rope after rope lands on the soft flesh, making him moan a little more as he squeezes as much as he can out of the tip. You look so pretty like that, he’d take a picture if he knew you wouldn’t kill him.

“Oh god… so perfect, sweetie. Did so well,” he mumbles lazily stroking himself a little longer before letting go. He smears a bit of jizz across your skin before bringing his thumb up to your mouth, letting you lick it off.

It takes a moment to recover with his thighs feeling like they’re on fire, but eventually he pats your hip and gets up. He finds a small towel in the bathroom and runs it under warm water to come clean you up. Once you have everything you need, he puts your panties back on and double checks that you're nice and cozy as his little spoon after a very abstinent night.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

The light wakes you up in the morning, streaming in through the thin curtains. You grumble, waking up and shaking Leon’s shoulder awake soon after. He kisses you and says thanks for last night, before the two of you return to your “normal friendly mission partners” routine.

Just as Leon closes the door behind you, about to head out to go home, you glance over at the sound of the persom in the next room over leaving as well.

The last thing you expected was to lock eyes with the man who tried to hit on you at the event, looking tired as hell, as if he didn’t get any sleep.

“…you didn’t sound very celibate to me.”

a/n: hi hope u enjoyed!! any notes always super duper appreciated 🙌

He wasn’t quite sure where to go. Thought about seeing one of the many national parks he has free access to but never the time, or maybe visit Europe without worrying about a zombie on his back every second. Hunnigan suggested somewhere tropical, and with no other ideas, he splurged a bit with the excessive amount of money he doesn’t use and booked a flight to Hawaii. Can’t really get more tropical than that.

Didn’t have anyone to drag along with him either, so here is, watching the ocean by himself. The beach isn’t too crowded, at least. A couple kids playing in the water, a family a bit aways to his right and an old couple to his left. There’s a group of girls he can hear giggling nearby but doesn’t pay too much attention to it.

The most surprising part is that Leon actually feels relaxed. For once in his life, the DSO has promised not to call him no matter the emergency. He doesn’t really believe them, but the gentle lapping of the waves on the shore washes it away from his mind for a while. The beer helps too, but that’s a given.

He lets his thoughts wander for a while, rawdogging the view with not even a phone in his hand. Old fashioned, he’d say. After a couple hours, the beach gets a little more full and his beer is gone so he sighs and gets up. Groans quietly as he stretches and feels his joints pop.

Well, the sun’s setting now. No other idea of where to wander himself off to, he spots a beach bar and decides a fruity cocktail wouldn’t hurt.

Your older cousin is helping you get instagram pictures a bit aways from the bar, in her natural habitat getting your best angles as you pose in front of the sunset. Usually you’re very adamant on not taking pictures because you end up hating them all, but she insisted, and you’ve fawned over her perfectly aesthetic and cool photo dumps since you got the app in middle school. 

“Oh, right there! If this isn’t your profile picture after…” she trails off as she locks in again. Your ‘right there’ pose is a look of shock thanks to the sexiest man you’ve ever seen alive that just walked past you. Older, taller, morally gray, not to mention the biggest god damn biceps you’ve ever seen. Daddiest of daddies. The same age as your own dad, if not older.

”God, you look so good in that bikini. Do you remember when our moms made us get those matching—what’s with that look on your face?” She follows your gaze, squinting before finally realizing it must be that guy who’s just sat at the bar. She knows you like older guys, and thus knows exactly what you’re thinking.

“Oh… okay, the other ones I could get behind because at least they were early thirties, but that one is at least 45!”

”Nat, look at his fucking biceps!” You whisper yell a her, taking your phone back as you finally snap out of your starstruckedness. Your eyes, however, are still staring at Leon, the way his muscles move under his skin when he hands his card to the bartender. You’re not the best at flirting, but you’d be an idiot not to try.

”Don’t do it…” Natalie warns, giving you a look as she sees your lips quirk up. You squint, waiting for him to turn… yes! No ring!

”It’s fine, he’ll probably turn me down anyway, I just wanna say hi,” you reply, glancing behind her at your other cousin who’s just returned from the bathroom. They both share a look and a sigh, knowing they’re not gonna be able to hold you back.

”Fine… but be careful, girlie. Give us a look and we’ll come save you,” your other cousin says, crossing his arms. You do a fist bump of victory, trying to brush your nerves off before approaching.

Leon thanks the bartender when he gets his drink, some fruity paradise bullshit with a stupid name that he knows he’ll probably order four more of. He’s having a grand old time in his own world, until he gets pulled out of it by someone sliding onto the stool next to him.

”Excuse me, mister, aren’t you too hot to be sitting here all by yourself?” You question with a sly smile, deliberately crossing one leg over the other and leaning against the bar in a way that subtly pushes up your chest. Leon looks immediately, and then curses himself for doing so. He's not a perv, you just caught him off guard! He swears!

”Oh, you think so? You’re pretty good at flattery, sweetheart,” he says, turning towards you. Somehow, getting hit on is just about the last thing he was expecting from this trip. Especially not by a younger girl. He thought he was long out of the game. 

“Just calling it as I see it,” you hum, letting your eyes take the lead in imagining what’s under his shirt as you ‘absentmindedly’ trace the hem of your bikini top, teasing. You try to think of something your parents would ask for small talk. “You on, uh, a solo trip?”

”Sure,” he shrugs, not wanting to bore you with the details. It’s not something our twenty-something mind needs to worry about. He glances around, spotting several boys much closer to your own age. Taking off his sunglasses, he turns back to you. “What’s brought you next to me, hm? Takin’ pity on me?”

”I think it’s the other way around,” you reply with a short laugh, bouncing your foot that’s not supported, lightly brushing his leg. 

“You want me to buy you a drink then? Is that it?” He questions, lips quirking up in a smirk. You falter slightly. You could say yes, but our cousins are watching, and if you drink something they’re definitely putting a stop to this. It’s so early to drop the bomb, though.

”Uh, I hate to say no, but… I’m not quite old enough to drink, mister,” you decline, shaking your head, looking a little more shy compared to your bold flirting. Leon blinks. He thought you were in your mid twenties, but you can’t even drink. Can you even drive?

”…no? You’re not 21?” He clarifies, brows furrowing now. He almost feels like he needs to push his drink away from your eyesight now. God, you’re so gonna get him in trouble. “How old are you then, cutie?”

Your hesitation is enough of an answer as it is, not to mention the way you glance away again. It’s cute, but hes way more focused on your response. You tap your nails on the bar. “I’m… almost 20.”

Almost 20. You’re 19, barely even legal. You’re literally less than half his age. He already felt like a creep, sitting next to you with grey streaks in his hair and a salt and pepper stubble. Now he feels like he needs to go turn himself in, get an ankle monitor too. That’s his brain telling him it’s the right thing to do, he's annoyed at his guts for not twisting with guilt. Not even a pinch. 

“Jesus, girl. You’re just a baby,” Leon chuckles in disbelief, scratching his cheek. Why isn’t he turning you away? “I couldn’t take a chance on a chick like you.”

”No? But mister, I promise I know what I want,” you whine playfully, just playing it up for the fun of it now. You know you’re not getting in his pants, as much as you’d like to dive right in. “I’m not a kid.”

”Uh huh. Does your mother know that you’re out, honey?” He scoffs, but not meanly. What the hell kind of daddy issues have you got that pushed you to flirt with him? “You sure you don’t have a curfew?”

You're trying hard to keep up with the flirty game, but do you really stand a chance when he says those words to you? With that deep, rough voice of his and the crows feet at the corners of his eyes when he smirks at you? You could melt into his lap right now.

“I’m an adult, mom’s not in charge of me anymore,” you giggle, trying to play sly still. It’s like you’re playing in mom’s makeup, though, with the way your eyes are all sparkly and swirling with warmth as you stare up at him.

”I can chat with you, baby, since you think it’s so funny. But you should slow down,” Leon warns teasingly, still not sure why he hasn’t patted your head and told you to run along. He brushes some hair from your face. “Flirting with men twice your age is no way to go.”

”I’m just… making conversation,” you murmur, a little distracted by his touch even though his fingers never actually kiss your skin. If you’re being honest, this is the closest you’ve gotten to actually getting with an older man. “It’s called being polite, mister.”

”Call me Leon, sweetheart,” he says, shifting slightly when he feels the toe of your flip flop brush his calf again. You give him your own name in return, feeling your cheeks turn a bit pink for a reason you can’t quite identify.

”Leon,” you say in a lower, softer voice. You pause, glancing at your cousins and the lack of brightness in the sky. You turn back to him, your pretty lips giving him one of those smiles. He knows what that means

”Look, princess, you’re cute. I like your style. But you’re still just a teen, little girl,” he sighs, eyes betraying him and finding your lips as his hand comes up to hold your chin, thumb rubbing so gently at your jaw. You almost visibly melt at his touch, and do you even know that you're giving him puppy dog eyes right now?

Jesus, this is low, even for him.

”I think you would be better off with a boy your own age, cutie.”

”Well I think I would be better off spending the night with you,” you say quietly, your foot now deliberately rubbing up and down his leg. You’re stubborn, he’ll give you that.

”I’m really too old for you, miss. You’ll get me in trouble.” So why is he still here, letting you sit next to him?

“Please? You won’t even notice I’m there,” you plead, trying really hard now. You’ve never put so much effort into flirting before.

”That’s not true. I can’t keep my eyes off of you,” Leon admits as his thumb swipes over the corner of your mouth, becoming more and more bemused by your lips. When did you get so close, anyway?

”Just one night, mister,” you whisper, looking up at him with big doe eyes that you desperately hope are working as you turn your head slightly to press a kiss to the pad of his thumb. He sighs, brows furrowing as he watches you, conflicted. “No one has to know.”

“One night. Then you need to find a boy your own age,” he finally relents, kissing your cheek. He's on vacation, anyway, and you’re clearly not gonna give up. He’ll never see you again after this, and all will be well.

The second Leon closes the door behind him and provides you the privacy of the suite he spent a little extra money on, you eagerly reach for him, tugging him into a kiss. He lets out a small sigh against your lips, his hand that had been on the small of your back wrapping around your waist now.

”Someone’s impatient,” he murmurs, kissing you back and lightly biting your lower lip. You can feel your heart beating in your chest, your whole body thrumming with excitement.

His hand finds the back of your neck, tilting your head so he can slip his tongue in your mouth. You gasp softly, making his lips twitch into an almost smile. He figured you’d be at least a little inexperienced, but you’re a better kisser than he expected. Must be a natural.

Your arms wind around his neck as he picks you up, forcing a surprised noise out of you. God, you could tell he was strong, but he scoops you up like you’re nothing. It’s way hotter than it needs to be.

He sits on the edge of the bed with you in his lap, pulling you as close as he can. You literally fit into him, just like a puzzle piece. His hands wander your half naked body, leaving hot trails of pleasure that your skin doesn’t know how to react to. It’s never felt like this before.

“You’ve done this before, right?” Leon asks just in case, kissing along your jawline now and down your neck. He can feel you trying your best not to squirm, sensitive little thing.

”Uhm, only a couple times,” you reply, your legs squeezing his waist as you try to stay still. Were you always this restless? You don’t quite remember. “Is that bad?”

”No, princess. ‘S good,” he shakes his head, finding a sensitive spot on your neck just under your ear. His hands squeeze and rub your thighs, trying to get you to relax and not turn yourself to stone on his lap. “Relax, girl. I don’t mind if you squirm.”

You tilt your head to the side, biting your lip to at least muffle the little whimper crawling out of your throat. He's way better at giving you hickies than any of the boys you made out with in high school.

Leon pulls away after a moment, finger slipping under your bikini strap as he gives you a look. You don’t have to think before you nod. He pulls the string around your back and then the one around your neck, letting your top fall away.

You're pretty sure your brain loses a circuit when he licks his lips, staring right at your breasts. One arm stays around your waist, his free hand gently cupping one and kissing the soft skin. You're worried your nails might rip his shirt with the way your grip tightens when he starts laving at the nipple.

”Shit, haven’t gotten it up this quick in a while,” he grunts with a short chuckle, his hand coming down to your hip which is only just now making you realize you’ve been rocking your hips this whole time. Fucking dry humping him and you had no clue. The friction felt so good that you just didn’t even recognize it, but now there’s no mistaking the firm tent you're sitting on.

“Can I eat you, baby?” He asks in a raspy voice, looking up at you. A little breathless, you don’t respond for a moment, threading your fingers through his hair. Then you smile.

”You’re giving me puppy eyes,” you giggle, your gaze darting between his sharp blue eyes, the little sparkle in them as he gives you an expectant look. Like an old dog still begging for a treat. “Yeah, you can eat me… daddy.”

”Cheeky girl,” he groans, turning and laying you down on the bed. He’s been called that before but it’s different coming from you. He asks before taking off your bikini bottoms, smirking as he feels how wet they are.

”Good thing these are made to get wet, would’ve soaked them otherwise,” he teases, tossing them aside. Leon sighs as he finally spreads your legs and gets a good look at you. 

“What’s that look for?” You ask, half joking and half worried something’s wrong. The answer you receive is a kiss to your clit and a broad stripe licked up your slit. Humming in pleasure, your hand finds his hair again, keeping him there.

Leon quite literally makes slurping noises as he laps up your slick, dipping his tongue in your hole when he’s licked your chubby lips clean. His rough stubble scratches your sensitive skin, making you shiver.

”God, you're… f-fuck—really good at that,” you moan softly, only able to keep your thighs open with the help of his hands keeping a nice hold on them. One of them leaves the plush skin to thumb little circles on your clit—didn’t take him long to find it, unlike last time you got laid…

He doesn’t pull back for a breath once, just keeps rubbing your clit and eating your pussy. Holds your ankle to the back of your thigh, lets out hums and moans of satisfaction especially when you tug on his hair a little. The incredibly lewd, wet sounds that would put a nun in a coma is something that you didn’t particularly expect to turn you on.

“Close? You’re quiverin’,” he mumbles against your chubby pussy lips, his tongue dipping inside your hole and licking up the walls of your cute cunt. Every ridge and crevice that he can reach doesn’t go unexplored by his tongue. Leon faintly hears you whine out a yes, too distracted otherwise.

Only takes a couple more circles on your clit before you're pulling harder on his hair and arching your back. Mumbling something about “Leon, Leon, daddy”—you're serious about it this time around, don’t even realize it’s slipped from your pretty lips. Your poor daddy issues cant help it.

”Uh huh, there you go, atta girl,” he rumbles, rubbing up and down your soft thighs to help you down.

You melt into the bed as he kisses up your belly and then your cheek, and you can smell your own scent on his mouth. Always makes you ick when it’s on your fingers, but somehow it’s hot on him.

”Ready for me or need another minute?” He asks gently, and you blink your hazy eyes to look up at him. Already going for round two like he didn’t just give you the best orgasm of your life. Hey, when did his clothes come off?

Your finger traces down his forearm to his own digits before you decide.

”Mmh, ready…” you murmur, almost feeling sleepy when his big hand rubs your side. You wake up when you hear something tear open, seeing him open a condom with his teeth. You feel yourself frown slightly.

You've always been very adamant on safe sex—God only knows what teenage boys carry. But you're on the pill, and he’s so hot and so sweet to you…

”Nnh, wait. ‘M on the pill,” you stop him before he can roll it on. You can see the gears turning in his head as he looks up at you.

”…It’s okay, sweetheart. Still shouldn’t risk it with a man you barely know,” he says, shaking his head as he tugs the latex down his length.

Damn it. Did he have to be hot and considerate?? Aren’t old men supposed to be perverts who would jump out of their pants the second a bit of cleavage is shown?? He’s middle aged and rough inside and out, shouldn’t he be refusing to do anything but raw skin to skin?!

Well, not like you’re gonna protest or anything, cant scare him away. Leon grunts as he leans over you again, one hand holding him up by your waist, the other rubbing his thumb up your slit to make sure you’re still wet. He hisses a breath through his teeth when he feels your warmth against his tip, guiding it up and down over your cunt.

”Ready, baby? You let me know if it hurts too much, yeah? Don’t wanna see your pretty face in pain,” he says gently, but you can feel the roughness in his voice down to your bones. One hand clutching the sheets and the other on his forearm you nod, eyes glancing between his and his cock in his hand.

He takes a deep breath, staring down at your entrance. He prods your hole with the pink head, his brain seeing through the sex fog to wonder if he’s really about to fuck a girl almost a third of his age. Doesn’t take long for the fog to cover back up as he puts the tip in, making you both moan.

”Yeah… relax for me, princess. I know, it’s a stretch, huh? It’s okay, I’m right here,” Leon doesn’t even know if you can hear him, you look so lost, but he says it anyway. “A little more—ngh, yeah, good girl. Doing so good. Gonna go slow for you, honey.”

Your poor little pussy, doesn’t know what to do with such a big cock! You try to relax as much as you can, but you’re already trying to squeeze him. For a second you think you might be inadvertently trying to push him out, but that’s cut off by your whine as your greedy little cunt sucks him right back in.

”Fuck. Almost there,” he sighs, hand leaving his dick to grab your thigh again, but he still watches. His sweet blue eyes flick back up to see your face, and he coos at your glossy eyes. “Oh, don’t cry baby. Daddy’s right here.”

The way his tone is just slightly mocking makes your body lubricate itself just enough to get him the rest of the way in, earning a groan from the both of you. A couple tears slip—happy tears you claim, you’re just a little overwhelmed. 

For fucks sake, you're so pretty when you cry. Leon’s not sadistic but your watery, shiny eyes and the small little hiccup from your throat is just fucking adorable. 

“Aw, sweet girl, it’s okay. ‘M right here. Just needed me to take care of you, hm? Needed it so bad,” he teases in a sweet tone as both of his hands rub up and down your thighs now, holding them up. Look so pretty like that. You sniffle and nod, then a moment later, tell him meekly that he can move.

He nods, grunting as he pulls back just a couple inches and then sinks right back in. God, your pussy doesn’t want him to leave. He starts a shallow, slow rhythm, building it up as you start to relax more and get used to the feeling of his sized cock filling you out.

“There we go. Takin’ me so good,” he grunts, fingers squeezing your thighs as he presses your knees a little further towards your chest. This way he can see the way your swollen little pussy sandwiches his cock. 

“Really good, daddy,” you whine, squirming when he really grinds into you. Your hands reach up, grabbing onto his shoulders, trying to pull him closer. 

Leon never exactly expected to be calling himself daddy to a barely legal girl, but here he is whispering, “good girl, love it when daddy fills you up, don’t ya?”

He has your legs hooked over his elbows, folding you as he presses weight on top of you. You just want him so close. He rests his head on your chest, letting out gruff sounds against your skin as he slides in and out of you.

”Shit, squeezin’ real tight there. Greedy little thing doesn’t like it when I leave,” he says mindlessly, not really sure if he’s talking to you or himself. 

Your sweet little moans are music to his goddamn ears. You’re not crying anymore, but your eyes are still glossy and your breath gets a little hitch every now and then. It’s got him giving a little twitch inside you.

“Oh! Oh, Leon!” You gasp, squirming beneath him. He props himself up on his elbows, looking down at you as you tilt your head back into the pillows with a heavy breath. Must’ve hit that good spot, he realizes.

”Yeah? Right there, baby? Use your words,” he encourages softly with a grunt, picking the pace up a little. His hands are at the perfect angle to gently hold onto your biceps. His fingers almost wrap all the way around.

”N-ngh… uh-huh, right there daddy,” you whine, nails scratching up his back. He can hardly understand you, but he’s not gonna be mean, he gets the gist.

Leon grunts in approval, sitting up just slightly to let your legs fall back on the bed, but you choose to wrap them around his waist instead, plush thighs encasing his sides. 

You feel so good—he can’t remember the last time he genuinely felt blissful during sex, but right now he’s completely lost in you. So pussy drunk, cant think of anything other than how beautiful you are and how good your sweet cunt is.

He keeps up the thrusts, letting out quiet grunts and groans when you squeeze him real good. Doesn’t notice how bad you’ve been whining until you're digging your heels into his lower back and clawing at his shoulders, babbling about being close.

”Oh, uh-huh. Gonna cum? Want daddy to let you cum?” He mumbles in your ear, his rough voice making you squirm as you nod eagerly. 

“Wanna cum, wanna cum, wanna cum,” you ramble breathlessly, mewling when he starts rubbing at your clit. You’ve never sounded more pathetic in your life; not that it’s on your mind. Head’s too fuzzy for any kind of big girl thinking.

”Almost there, sweetheart—fuck—right there, I’m right there with you,” he whispers in your ear, looping his arm around your waist to hold onto you as he rubs your clit a little harder. 

The little knot in your belly gets tighter tighter tighter until it finally snaps, your back arching up into him and hand desperately gripping onto him as you moan his name loudly, eyes rolling into the back of your head. You’ve never came that good.

”Shit—Jesus, there you go, such a good girl,” Leon sighs, his breath fanning your cheek as he rams into you harder and harder. With your pussy still squeezing him as he rides you through your orgasm, he gets one last firm thrust in before he stills, a gravely moan being muffled by your chest as he grinds his hips into yours.

Finally letting his muscles loosen, he lowers himself onto you as slowly as he can so he doesn’t crush you. Once he's got his head on your chest and his legs stretched out, you still seem comfy so he relaxes on top of you.

”Mmh… good girl,” he mumbles absentmindedly as he pets your side. He listens to your heartbeat start to slow down and your breathing even out, your body relaxing as well. You hum softly in reply, eyes half lidded as you smooth over the scratches you left on his skin, feeling a little bad about those.

”Sleepy?” You hear his gentle voice next to your ear, giving your hip a pat before rolling off of you, pulling out as well. His back aches a little and reminds him he’s definitely not young anymore, not like you are.

You nod, watching as he pulls the condom off. Leon spends a few minutes taking care of you, wiping you clean with a warm towel and getting you some cold water. Massages your achey thighs and kisses your tummy as he tugs your bikini bottoms back up your legs because you told him you don’t like to sleep naked. Pulls his shirt over your head for you as well.

“Damn, little lady,” he sighs when you cuddle up against his side, laying your head on his chest. His rough fingers start to detangle your messy hair. “Turning me into a spring chicken again.”

”Gross, don’t say that,” you mumble against his pec, your heavy eyes falling closed as his warm chuckle rings in your ears. He says something else that you don’t quite hear, too sleepy. A little longer and you're off to dreamland, thinking of the big arm wrapped around you and the scruffy stubble in your neck or between your thighs.

”Goodnight princess,” Leon whispers to you even if you don’t hear him. He rubs up and down your back for a little while before the post-sex sleepiness settles into his mind too.

You squint at the sudden light pooling into the room, rousing you awake. Takes your sleepy brain a little while, grasping remnants of sleep like a lost soul climbing out of hell. You finally let out a little sigh, sitting up. It’d be hard to miss the sleeping lump to your right. 

A half a smile tugs at your lips at the sight of the red lines going down his muscular back. You can’t help yourself, reaching for your phone to take a picture of the almost cinematic scene before scrolling through your notifications. You check the time and see your cousin wants you back within the hour.

Reluctantly, you slip out of bed and slide on your flip flops, gathering your things. It’s a little chilly so you decide to keep his shirt, thinking Leon wouldn’t mind.

You really don’t wanna go, though… you had such a good night and he’s so nice and sweet. You debate for a while before leaning over him to give him a gentle kiss on the cheek, savoring the scratch of his stubble. With one last glance over your shoulder, you quietly slip out of the hotel room, leaving behind a night of memories.

It’s quite the slow day at work today, as always is mid-morning on a Monday in a coffee shop. It’s been a few weeks since you’ve gotten back from the best vacation of your life, and you’d be lying straight through your teeth if you said you hadn’t thought about your little summer fling every second since. You couldn’t get him out of your head for the life of you.

Messing around with your coworkers serves for a nice distraction though, laughing your ass off as one of them makes a mess everywhere. You almost don’t hear a customer come in if not for the annoying bell your manager insisted on putting on the door.

Leaving the mess to your friend, you warn her to be quiet despite your giggling as you turn around to the register. It’s a little messy, so you don’t quite look up yet as you greet the customer so you can shove some of the stuff aside.

”Hi, what can I get for you today?” You smile briefly up at the person as you're actively putting ingredients away and wiping some trash into the garbage.

”Hey, just a medium coffee. Black,” an oddly familiar voice says with a hint of amusement. Still not looking up, like an idiot, you nod as you select the options on the computer screen. You grab a cup and a sharpie next.

”Sure! What’s the name on that?”

”Leon.”

You look up, eyes wide.  Not just the vacation fling you thought he’d be after all.

The monster’s clutching you too tight, you're gasping for air. Your dominant arm is free, grenade in hand, even if your other arm is squashed in against your side. The fucker’s whipping you around like a litigiously unregulated county fair ride; black edges your vision and your head pounds horribly. You manage to arm the grenade with your teeth and grip it, breathless, waiting.

You need the hydra to screech again. You need the great stinking mouth open, throwing saliva and mucus past rows of needle teeth, the perfect basket in which to throw your one and only egg.

Leon’s already caught on.

A single splattering gunshot splits the air and the monster jerks, limbs flying skyward as it screams in fury; you’re helplessly along for the ride, heaved almost directly above it – and here’s your window.

You drop the grenade. It goes right down the gullet.

The explosion ruptures the monster’s body cavity in a great geyser of green and black gore. Its limbs thrash and flail, whipping high, slamming into the ground. You brace as the arm gripping you speeds for the ground, but then it swings you around and back up, your stomach lurching violently, and –

It throws you.

Your heart and lungs hitch, suspended; time runs slow as you arc high, tumbling, too high, way too high – and start falling. You see where you’re going to land and curl yourself into a ball, protecting your head and neck.

Your body blows a hole right through the lake ice, plunging into the freezing water below.

Leon’s already running.

The hydra is nothing but a tangled, limp, caved-in pile of slop, disregarded the second Leon saw you go airborne. He’s running, stripping off his jacket, ripping open the buckles on his chest rig, tearing off his tac belt, leaving a trail of weapons and ammunition and nylon webbing strewn in his wake. He reaches the bank in his street clothes, shoes skidding to a stop just before the water, breath loud in his ears and visible in the air.

The jagged crater you left in the ice is still sloshing dark, slushy water.

You haven’t come up for air.

“Fuck.”

He looks down at the scuffed grey ice pack, gauges the distance to you, and sprints.

The ice groans and cracks under his feet; he keeps moving. He closes the gap, every pounding footfall turbulence that fractures the lake ice in great echoing snaps, the whole thick sheet weakened by the violence of your intrusion. Finally, with a leap that calves the ice beneath him, Leon dives into the freezing water after you.

The shock of the cold pulls on Leon’s lungs, he has to fight against the primal instinct to gasp. His limbs are immediately leaden, but he doesn't stop moving. The flat grey daylight barely filters through the murky ice above and the water is dark with disturbed silt. He kicks towards the lakebed in search of you, his pounding heartbeat a timer counting down.

Something that looks like a branch solidifies into your arm, limp hand floating in a slack reach skyward. Leon grabs your wrist, hauling your dead weight towards himself, hooking his arms underneath your shoulders and swimming up for the gap in the ice.

He heaves in air when your heads breach the surface.

You do not.

“Don’t you dare,” he growls through gritted teeth, and manages to slide you up onto the ice pack, pushing you clear as he kicks his legs up behind himself and drags flat onto the ice beside you. He moves you onto a thick, uncracked stretch of ice and pushes you onto your back, plugging your nose and forcing air into your mouth.

You choke, spurting dirty lake water, rolling onto your side and spitting up more, coughing and heaving. You try to prop yourself up on your elbow, your throat raw and tight, nose stinging and burning. Your eyes are blurry when you open them, your ears are waterlogged. You squeeze your eyes shut and blink them clear enough to see what keeps pulling at you.

It’s Leon, wet and pale, saying something to you, his eyes intense. You squint at his mouth, trying to read his lips because your ears might as well have been left underwater for all the good they’re doing you.

Get up

We need to move

Can you “hear me? We have to go, now!”

As if to punctuate his statement, the ice below you jerks, a crack scything underneath your body like a bolt of lightning. You recoil onto your hip and Leon pulls at your arm, pulls you up, the ice creaking and popping under your shoes.

“Run!”

It’s a bit much to ask.

You do your best, stumbling after Leon, short on breath and coughing. You’d impacted the ice with your left shoulder, the force ramming your curled arm into your ribs, hard. That side is tight and painful, and you know you’re too frozen to feel the full extent of it yet. It’s really not gonna be pretty.

Your foot catches on a rising gap in the ice and trips you; you slide and weakly scramble back to your feet. Ahead of you, Leon’s almost to the shore.

You’re almost there.

You hit the bank on your hands and knees, gasping. Your fingers, clawing into the crumbling dirt, are pale, the nail beds blue. You can barely feel the dry grit of the cold earth under your hands.

Leon grabs the collar of your jacket and yanks you to standing.

“Keep moving. Keep moving, come on.” He grabs your hand, already running, pulling you after him.

You half-register the scattered bullet clips, weaponry, and leather jacket on the bank as you run in Leon’s wake. You pass the fuckass hydra; it’s nothing but a gelatinous stinking puddle that you quickly leave behind.

The thin, brittle air razors through your lungs, freezing and metallic. The bitter wind axes at you. You can’t feel your extremities; you keep stumbling and it’s slowing you down. Leon looks back just in time to watch you actually fall, tripping in a rut, knees slamming into the ground. He runs back to you and helps you up. You’re both breathing shallow, wracked with tremors, teeth chattering and skin close to blue.

“Almost there. Come on.”

Leon’s car is half-hidden behind a broken fence and an overgrown shrub, parked haphazard on the dry, patchy grass. He hits the driver’s side door with more momentum than he meant to, pressing his thumb to the door handle; it unlocks and he yanks it open. You hear the whole car unlock, the lights flashing, and he slaps the driver’s door shut in favor of the backseat.

“Get in. Get in!”

You slip in the back passenger’s door just as he slides in on the other side, the both of you slamming the doors on the freezing wind. Leon immediately grabs the hem of his soaked shirt, peeling it over his head and dumping it over the headrests into the trunk. It lands with a wet plap.

“Wet stuff in the back,” he says, twisting over the seats to grab something out of the trunk. It’s a duffel; he grunts in frustration when his numb fingers fail at first to catch the handle but then he drags it into the backseat while you’re struggling out of your soaked jacket and shoving it over the backrests. It lands with an even wetter plorp.

You’re still wearing your chest rig; your numb, stiff fingers can’t get the fucking plastic buckles to open.

“Fuck!”

There’s a sharp snk noise; Leon shoves your hands clear and slips a folding knife under the nylon webbing of your rig. The straps pull taut and dig into your injured side, but then he’s cut clean through the belts and he’s helping untangle it from your arms. The buckles clatter against the back windshield as you throw it in the trunk. Leon uses the knife to make quick work of his shoelaces, kicking his soaked and muddy shoes into the footwell, then he leans across and holds your ankles steady, cutting your bootlaces while you peel your shirt up over your head. Your side screams at the stretch and you rasp out a cry of pain.

Your left side is already violently bruised, livid and dark against the pale blanch of your goosepimpled skin. You’re caught for a moment by the horrible picture it makes, trying to remember to breathe.

“Jesus,” Leon says in agreement. In your periphery, he’s struggling with his waterlogged skinny jeans and there’s suddenly a lot more skin above the line of his waistband; the denim sucked his boxer briefs halfway down his hips before he managed to shove the jeans to his knees and off. He throws the jeans in the back, pulls the waistband of his underwear up, and again he’s in your space undoing your useless fucking tac belt that your frozen fingers can’t open. His hands are just as cold and numb as your own, why the fuck do they work better than yours?

Wind gusts against the outside of the car, scratching the scraggly branches of the nearby shrub against the doors. You feel a draft even through the sealed door. Your teeth are clacking uncontrollably.

“Can we get the fucking heat running?” You shove your pants and boots into the trunk, smearing mud on the leather seat. Leon’s rooting through the duffel again.

“No.”

“No?”

“The keys are in my coat.”

“The fuck kind of agent are you? Hotwire the car.”

“Smart, when I can’t feel my hands,” he says, and shoves the duffel into the footwell, tearing open a passport-sized plastic package with his teeth and turning towards you on the seat. “Come here.”

He shakes out the mylar safety blanket and you realize exactly what’s going to have to happen, here. It’s a thought you’ve had triaged as a last-resort solution while stripping semi-nude in the backseat of his car; now it turns out it’s your only solution. He’s scooting to lay down across the backseat and you’re going to have to get on top of him. He’s scooting to lay down across the backseat in nothing but wet cotton boxer briefs and you’re going to have to get on top of him in nothing but a wet bra and panties, and then he’s going to close you both in under the mylar blanket to trap heat like you’re a fucking turkey in a roasting pan.

Fuck.

You clench your jaw against your chattering teeth and don’t let yourself hesitate. There’s no can or can’t here – you’re both freezing, this is life or death. So you climb up over him in the limited space available, helping to pull the mylar blanket around you and tuck it in under your shins, under his head and shoulders, sealing you together into a lumpy, creased foil bubble.

It’s not pitch black like you'd hoped. The mylar filters the grey daylight into a dim, intimate dusk. You can still see Leon’s face clearly, on your hands and knees above him; you could count his eyelashes if you could bear to look him in the eyes. You keep your head down and focus on the uncontrollable chatter of your teeth, the way your whole body is shivering unpleasantly, and not the way his knees are framing your hips. He’s too tall for the backseat.

Your disloyal stomach flutters when you feel his hand brush your darkened side.

“How are your ribs?” He presses his thumb carefully against the darkest patch, low on your ribcage, where your elbow impacted. You hiss and jerk away.

“Tenderized, Leon. Ow."

“How bad?”

“I don’t… think anything’s broken.”

“Deep breath in.”

You oblige, slow and careful, your ribs expanding over your lungs. It stings horribly, your skin feels too tight, but nothing stabs you. His hand rides the motion of your ribs, feeling for telltale hitches or jerks. It’s nothing but clinical.

“Alright,” he says, quiet. He eases his touch but doesn’t drop it away. You’re staring at your hand in the crumpled landscape of the mylar blanket over Leon’s shoulder, because everything else is his naked skin.

His hand moves from your side to your arm, fingers close to the bend in your elbow like he means to fold it.

“You gotta get down on me."

You want to laugh but your side only lets you make a pained huff through your chattering teeth.

"Nice one, icebrain. Lemme loop HR in real quick."

“The air pocket only works if one of us is warm,” he says, steamrolling the comment. And he’s right.

Fuck.

"I don't know where you think my knees are going."

You have to play some strange and painful backseat Twister, the foil blanket complicating shit by clinging to your damp skin and hair, but then you’ve puzzled yourselves together so you can drop onto him with a put-upon huff.

He hisses and pushes you back up by the shoulders.

“Fuck, how much water is in that thing?”

You both look down at your high-impact bra. Squeezed between the two of you, it's now weeping drops of frigid water down your stomach. It's also left an imprint across Leon's chest, wet enough to bead up and roll towards his armpits.

“You can’t be wearing that.”

“Leon–“

"No, this isn't an argument. That's over your heart."

Yes, but. It's also over your breasts. Preventing them from being all over Leon. All over Leon's naked skin.

"Do you trust me?"

You don't even hesitate, because that's the easy question.

"Yes."

It's a zip-front bra. His fingers touch the zipper.

"Okay?" His gaze is holding yours, strong, a promise to keep his eyes up.

It’s taking all your energy to appear calm and unaffected right now.

“Yeah. Fine."

It’s a relief, actually, the compression easing as he pulls the zipper down, releasing entirely when the sides come apart. It’s easier to breathe. He pushes the straps from your shoulders, brushes them down your arms until you can drop the soaked bra into the footwell, tucking the foil blanket back in place. His chest, still cold, feels warm against your freezing breasts.

He rubs the damp, freezing skin of your back, paying special attention to the deep impressions left by the bra seams like he can smooth them out, putty under his fingers.

“Do you know you're doing that.”

He stops. You shift, shoulderblades rolling under his hands.

“I didn't tell you to stop,” you say.

“Yes ma'am.”

Your head is turned away from his, because otherwise your nose would be right against his cheek. You have to maintain at least one boundary in the smoking ruin of all the others. He keeps stroking your back; the gentle flats of his palms, the firm pads of his fingers. You’re starting to feel like putty.

Your eyelids are heavy.

“Is it bad to fall asleep?”

He pinches you hard and you jolt away from it, knocking against the seatback. Your injured side flares with pain.

“Fuck! You ass,” you gasp, poking him hard between the ribs. He jerks under you, cursing, and you brace for retaliation, but he’s gone still.

And you register why.

His face is right under yours, noses almost touching. You’re sharing breath.

And something else is different.

“…Where are your hands?”

You know where they are. He moves them from your hips up to your back again.

“Good boy.”

You don’t know what fucking possessed you. It sounded like a joke in your head, but released into the narrow space between your faces it’s far more charged than that, because of course it is. You’re hearing it now, where it’s too late to take it back. You still have a brain like a frozen chicken cutlet, fucking cold and smooth, he has to understand–

He’s breathing out hot against your mouth, pushing his hands down to the small of your back, pressing your body tighter against his, and it ignites something sharp and fervid in your belly.

“Shit,” you whisper, and kiss him.

He meets it. He kisses you back like he’s just been waiting, gathering the damp hair at your nape with one hand, blunt nails scraping the skin of your neck. His other hand goes lower, the heel of his palm digging in, fingers gripping your ass. You gasp and roll your hips, body lighting up.

“Fuck,” he says into your mouth. “Careful with your side.”

“You be careful with my side.”

“Damn.”

“Shut up.” You fist his hair and pull his head back, kissing the taut line of his neck under his ear, scraping your teeth against the skin. He’s got both hands on your ass now, sliding his fingers under the sides of your panties to gather the fabric into a thong, palming the cool skin of your bared cheeks. You hum, rolling your hips again.

“You’ve got a fixation.”

“Yeah,” he agrees, unashamed. He smooths his hands down your thighs where they’re framing his sides, his fingertips digging in. You’re sitting on his pelvis, grinding on nothing but the flat of his low abdomen, his thighs closed behind your ass, his knees pressed to the car door. You kiss his mouth, open and loose, and speak against it.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but are you that cold?”

“Don’t be rude.”

You stop moving, pushing up to stare down at him. “Are you serious?”

“No.” He opens his legs, shifting his hips, and you gasp when you feel him against your ass. You shift back, rubbing yourself against the hardening length of his dick, the lake-wet fabric of your underwear dragging together, no longer cold and clammy where you’re touching. His breath tumbles hot from his open mouth, hips rolling to meet you.

“Fuck, Leon.” If this is him with shrinkage, how the hell has he been packing all that into skinny jeans all these years?

He’s watching you, his eyes half-lidded, hands on your naked waist. You sit up more, tipping your head back, running your hands along his forearms as you drag your wet pussy along the firm heat of his cock.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he tells you, molten. You groan, arching.

“Jesus. Keep talking like that.”

“Yeah?” He tugs you by the arms to bring you lower, kissing your neck with an open mouth, his scruff lightly scratching your skin and making you shiver. His hands find your breasts, thumbs circling your nipples, and your breath hitches. “Fuck, I’ve wanted to touch you like this.”

You laugh, just a teasing exhale against his lips. “What, cold and injured?”

He’s pulling the fabric of your panties to one side, holding it there, out of the way. You moan when he rubs his fingers through your drenched folds, slow.

“Naked and wet,” he growls, teeth grazing your shoulder. You whimper and thread your fingers into his hair, gripping, gasping when he circles your clit. Your hips jerk erratically; he’s mouthing kisses up the side of your neck, nipping lightly, then speaking against your skin, his voice subterranean.

“What do you want?”

Holy shit. You don’t remember what it feels like to be cold, anymore. Your body’s on fire. You’ve maybe never been this turned on in your life, and all this after a fucking ice bath.

“Take yourself out," you tell him. "I wanna feel you.”

The first drag of your wet cunt along the satin heat of his naked cock has him groaning, his hips rocking helplessly. You glide on him like that, wetting his dick, feeling it jump and throb between your pussy lips. You prop yourself up on his shoulders, pressing him down into the seat, grinding your clit firm against the head of his cock with little gyrations of your hips. He’s gripping your waist, mouth open, just watching you.

“I’ve never seen you so speechless,” you tell him.

“I’ve – shit – never seen you riding me.”

“Mm. Lucky day.”

“I know.”

“Any last words?”

“What?”

You cant your hips back, reaching down to guide the glistening head of Leon’s cock to your entrance. His fingers tighten on your sides, breathing in sharp.

“Be careful,” he says.

“You’re sweet,” you tell him, bearing down with little adjustments, caging his dick in place with your fingers. The tip of him presses into your tight wet heat and Leon gasps, head thumping back against the seat. You stare at the display of his body below you; the taut stretch of his neck, the flush of his chest, the tight muscles of his stomach as he works to keep his hips still, letting you control this. You take him into you in increments, the burning stretch of him blurring into white-hot pleasure, the length of him making your thighs shake before you’re finally fully seated, the throbbing heat of him bottomed out inside of you, filling you deep. You drop forward, hands on his shoulders, panting.

“Are you okay?”

You manage a nod. “God, Leon.”

He moves his hips, just a small adjustment, experimental. You gasp, lifting to half-mast him, sliding back down. He’s so thick.

Your thighs are shaking too much and you don’t exactly have the room to adjust. You lean down, desperate.

“Fuck me.”

He doesn’t need telling twice. He grips your ass, pushing you down into every thrust of his hips, long and slow at first so you can feel every inch, grinding tight against you when he bottoms out. He uses your breath by his ear as a barometer, picking up the pace, the wet glide turning into a wet slap, and turns his head to catch your moans in his mouth.

“Think you can come like this?”

“Limited menu of options, garçon,” you pant. There’s no fucking space back here.

“Tip your hips down,” he says.

You do; he slams in deep, grinding, putting delicious pressure on your clit. You cry out.

“Fuck, like that Leon!”

He pulls your earlobe into his mouth, sucking lightly, resuming the faster slap of his hips.

“Yes, ma’am,” he says, filthy, and jesus christ, he is going to get an orgasm out of you. Almost just did.

“Shit,” you gasp. “Are you close?”

“Do you want me to be?”

You clench around him and he groans, hips stuttering.

“Fuck. I am if you do that,” he gasps. You do it again and he buries deep to grind on you, like he’s warring you, fighting to set you off first.

“Fuck, I’m close, I’m close,” you whimper, bouncing on him, stalling for time. He’s got you right on the edge and you don’t wanna go over yet. “With me. Come with me.”

He curses, fucking into you hard and fast, thrusts starting to go erratic. You keep a litany of babble going in his ear, obscene, feeling him catching up, drawing tight; and then he’s bottoming out hard against you, groaning brokenly as he pulses deep inside of you, your walls convulsing as the final slap of his hips sends you tumbling over the edge with him.

When you come back down to earth, the foil blanket is askew, his leg sticking out in the passenger’s side footwell, your forearm dangling in the driver’s side footwell. You’re lying bonelessly on top of Leon, riding the heaving of his chest as you both catch your breath. He pulls the mylar down to the middle of your back and the cold air raises new goosebumps on your flushed skin.

"I think that did the trick,” he says.

You hum, your eyes closed, face pressed to the side of Leon’s neck. He runs his thumb lightly along the dewy column of your spine.

“How’s your side?”

“Stings.”

He’s still inside you, starting to slip free as he softens. He gently pulls out and your forehead creases, a grumpy noise escaping you.

“Hey,” he says, soft. You don’t lift your head, it feels like too much effort. He shifts under you and you grumble your displeasure, but he’s just resettling you so you’re not leaning your bruised side so heavily against the seatback. He cards his fingers through your hair, pulling it back from your sweaty temple.

“I’m going to sleep,” you murmur. “Try to pinch me again and see what happens.”

He laughs, just a short rumble low in his chest.

“Worked out fine the first time.”

You smile, eyes closed, and tuck your arm in under his body.

“Beginner’s luck.”

There’s a lot of shit to do. There’s kit to grab from the beach, samples to take from the hydra, clothes to dry, reports to fill out, bruises to heal, complex developments to talk through with your partner.

But right now, there’s just Leon’s heartbeat and steady breathing beneath you, his fingers combing lazily through your hair, and you’re pretty sure it’s all gonna work out okay.

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To plummet his paternal, optimistic desires, here you stood. Floppy ears, a wagging tail, tufts of fur sticking in places that were nothing out of the ordinary for a pup like you. A permanent stain on the Kennedy name that he could not be more than embarrassed to take responsibility for. But in the end, Leon was still your daddy. Through and through. He tried to love you, really, he did. Put up with the same shit your momma pulled on him back in the glory days of two, solitude mutts under the trance of puppy love.

But those were different times, and with passing years came the burden of age sinking its unwanted claws into his skin. You’ve seen how he used to be—more threads of blonde lining his scalp over that accustomed silver, flexing limbs that barely ached and spasmed when he’d be let out to fetch the newspaper, and a mean gleam in that cobalt gaze which boas ted his determination, his will to take his mutt-thorough life further than whatever bum-fuck predicament the shelter had placed him in.

Back to said predicament at hand; he had six puppies to his name and a wife who could barely get it up with anymore, leaving her to her own devices of laying under the sun’s rays casted through translucent curtains and bearing those razor-tipped canines if Leon had even tried to insinuate signs of intimacy. That’s right. The fact had totally slipped his mind more than one time—this was a woman Leon was dealing with. A fully matured, overburdened woman who had eased out of puppyhood years ago. Liveliness had died inside of her years ago, leaving a lethargic husk of what used to be in place.

Then there was you. Thriving, pampered little you who could not look more like her, act like her, hover at his side as she once did.

Fathers knew their daughters the best, practically reads you like an open book, such as the grooves lining his palms and have been etched into the coarse flesh for a lifetime. He had been there for your first heartbreak, where there had been another mutt over and found himself uninterested in reciprocating your boundless love, wiped your tears when they dewed at the surface of his fur, coddled you senseless till it turned to dependence over independence. You had always been more of a daddy’s girl, it was only in your nature (with a family like yours, pieces of an Electra-complex were bound to shift into place eventually).

And consistent pampering was destined to put you on your worst behavior—putting your paws down in retaliation, pointing your nose in the air, always insisting on compliance. This was not how things were supposed to be. He had grown to be too lenient, too softened around the edges when it came to his youngest, and perhaps age had came into play for that matter. Old man sentimentality is no joke to your daddy where his heart tends to be worn more on his sleeve than to beat senselessly against his ribcage, dictating his emotions towards the rights and wrongs.

As much as a prized pooch you were, none of this could be dragged out any longer. Misdemeanor earned you punishment, and punishment is what kept the Kennedy name within that status of worthiness in check. Putting the over-indulged priss back in her place. Extreme measures and obedience and all.

Leon was here again, flopped with a pudgy stomach up towards the ceiling, grunting as you tried to make yourself comfortable clambering on top of him. His tails flicks below him in annoyance, ears pinned back in a means of defense, but you knew he would never hurt you, or, at least not on purpose. Such matters were only apart of your daily routine—play-fight with your siblings, poke your way to the food bowl, pad around the floorboards until you found him in solitude.

The spare bedroom to your owner’s apartment had been his temporary sanctuary for… possibly one, two years running now. It’s been the only part of his day where a sense of tranquility grew stagnant in the usually lively air, lacking of his wife, his children, his responsibilities. Nothing to blame him for, though. Spending his early twenties, late thirties active on law enforcement and wasting away in the bowels of fatherhood were no joke. Your poor, poor daddy is one sad, retired trophy of his former self.

To pile onto his aching, stiff-boned afflictions, your limbs kicked and kneaded Leon back into reality, small tail pat-pat-patting against his pelvis like its got nothing to lose, face now a mere few inches away from his where your ears drooped down to accompany the sloped position. Almost like seeing the girl he once loved again, younger and playful and retains that Wildcard persona to her. Oh, how he loved and hated the dichotomy of fatherhood; either get his cock hard at the very face he lended a hand in making, or play the part of white picket fence, nuclear family domesticity.

“Daddy, I wanna play!” you yip enthusiastically, pressing your paws into his doughy chest, nose poking into his rough cheek where a layer of decent stubble laid,

“Didn’t you just do that with the others?” Leon sighs, taking his hands and slotting them under your arms to tug you a few inches away.

You pout, furrowing your brows and taking advantage of the airtime he gives you to squirm about till you’re out of his clutch again, earning a hearty umph as the weight hits his chest straight in the dab-smack center. “Yeah… but,” you pause, rubbing your cheek to his affectionately while there’s this gleam of manipulation beaming as stars in your eyes, “wanna spend time with you, the others are mean, they gave me a nasty bruise, look, right on my arm!”

“That’s just the things ways go, pup,” he shrugs indifferently, not even bothering to give the blemish a look before splaying an arm across his face to guard himself from the nearby sun, from your slobbering face, from literally everything that was getting under his skin, “you know, you’re getting older—you ain’t a little thing anymore, it’s time you get used to fending for yourself.”

“I know, and I try,” you retaliate, settling across his chest and putting yourself nose-to-nose, tits-to-tits with him, strewn about as if you owned every inch of his being (vice-versa to be honest in such circumstances), “but you have no idea how hard it is for me, oh my god, daddy—“ the tugging pout makes a return to your lips, rosy and professionally reserved for his bruising affection, “they’re real mean to me no matter how nice I am.”

He sighs, “Ain’t gonna cut it, sweetheart,” his pale, declining eyes of youth stare right back into your youthful ones, looking into a mirror of what had used to be when he moves his arm away slightly, “if they’re tough, then you can be too,” he shrugs indifferently, taking a free hand and rubbing your back in whatever consolidation was left in him, “didn’t raise my girl to be like this, yeah?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” you sniffle, giving another nudge to his nose for good measure, if he, by some divine intervention, decided to give into those puppy eyes and pressing paws lathering their prints to his chest.

It was in the eyes, and the paws, and the blossoming fat at your chest underneath velvety layers that protruded as tits. Still in the works, you’re not quite that developed yet. That’s a milestone for another day, somewhere in the near-far future when your frontal lobe plants its seeds in that head of yours. When he ogles brazenly at your form, the less you are your momma and the more you are his daughter. Made of his blood, born of joined flesh, unconditionally sappy and doing what every pup does; beg, whine, flick her tail around her daddy’s crotch—as if that were the most normal thing in the world—and tilt her head in a show of innocent curiosity.

A pervert Leon was. Some shameless, old rugged dog who’s still got a few kicks to his bone before it came to the bucket. One thing about him is that he could admire a good piece of work, especially when it had been laid out in front of him for the taking. Good tits, pretty face, soft ears and tail—it’s everything he’s ever wanted, or, at least he thinks it is in the heat of the moment.

He’s gonna regret this forever.

“You’re gonna get nowhere in life acting like this,” he tells you fatherly, edging on a hidden depravity, while his palms move to smooth reach to smooth over the backs of your thighs, moving up your lower back and settling at the center there, “can’t just be… stepping in whenever you’ve got troubles, honey.”

You shiver at his wandering touch, teeth gnawing your cheek, “Wanna be better—wanna get better for you, dad,” you whine, hanging your head and giving him a front row view of your blissed face, eyelashes fluttering closed and ears bent in half, “I’d do anything to make you love me.”

Under the blazing cascade of the sun, his stubbled jaw visibly clenches in a movement that reflects a partial guilt bubbling to the surface, I’m gonna regret this forever, while your pleas of desperation do it for him. The final tipping point before the descent. He moves his face in to press chaste kisses against your cheeks, smothering you in perverse affection and takes the distraction to sweep you under him where your body is put on full exhibition. His tail rests against your knee while it’s his turn to clamber on top of you, brawny arms holding his weight up as his lips move to find yours.

Leaks of raw ecstasy began penetrating your flesh, your bones, going straight to the throbbing heat doubling on itself inside of your modest panties. When he closes the gap no father-daughter relationship should ever cross, you feel a carnal hunger crawl up your spine, causing you to throw your arms around his shoulders, hands moving to cup his prickly face like your life depended on it. The kiss is nowhere near professional, lacking the way you’ve seen him and your momma do. Sloppy and missing a coherent rhythm, you lick and lap around his mouth, tongue occasionally slipping out to wet his chin and the corners. He feels a fleeting grin rise to his lips but it’s quick to be pushed down for your own sake. After all, this was his responsibility—be the guiding hand in everything you didn’t or hadn’t know.

His tongue acts as a natural means to stupefy your senses, licking your dull canines, the muscle intertwining with your own and getting a feel at the row of softened gums. Then, he pulls off with a string of bridging spit connecting your lips to his, moving down to your clammy neck, your stomach, reaching your covered mound which is earned one of his more earnest kisses. Leon wastes no time in hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties, lifting your legs slightly to get them off and discarded.

Right there staring back at him in the face of his own debauched wants were the repercussions. Chubby pussy lips sheen with evidenced arousal, swollen clit peeking out beneath the hood, silky and so utterly his for the taking. He takes two fingers and spreads you open efficiently, pulling a surprised yap from your lips while he gets a better look at your insides. Wastes no time in burying his head between your warm thighs, propping your legs on his broad shoulders and leaving a long, wet stripe across the steam of your pussy. Makes you feel whole, sedating what had put you on the worst of your behaviors in the first place.

Throwing your head back, you feel yourself surrender to the overwhelming sensation—ears scattered in a halo where your head laid, fingers finding purchase among the fields of flaxen-gray, pulling and twisting when things got a little too much for you. Leon mouths at you in an impudent manner, a barrage of open kisses quickly turning to punishing nips and devouring swipes. Building your tolerance was bound to happen at some point.

You’re quick to yield to his tactics, whining and yapping so loud he has to clamp a firm hand to silence you. Each clash of his tongue to your pussy goes straight to your barely-functioning puppy brain, suppressing a coherent train of thought and fixing to fog it over with a fog of polluted ecstasy. Good pups take what they’re given, submit to rightful punishment for the greater good, bad pups are left to the pound once they become of age—your daddy’s only doing what’s best for you. Cleaning up the act before it worsens with age (he knows because he’s been there, and again, it’s for the best, always the best).

Just as the coil bubbles under the onslaught of his moving tongue, lathering your pussy in spit and trickling arousal, threatening to snap and give way to the pleasure, he pulls back. It’s sudden and without warning, leaving a disappointed whimper to reverberate from your throat, big teary doe eyes shining as a porcelain doll’s as they snap open. You’re left there squirming your hips at him and leaving yourself open to show off what he’s missing, flaunting his handiwork in a show that says you’ve done this to me, you started this and must finish your own doing.

And he does, thankfully, although meticulously considering his bones and muscles don’t work the way they used to. He’s nearing his fifties, you know, or seven years if he wanted to feel that youthful high injected like dopamine through his network of feeling-unfeeling veins. Reaching down, a hand latches onto his belt and undoes the glittering buckle precisely yet desperately, shoving the encasing denim off those well-built thighs once free along with his briefs.

It was… certainly something. In the best way possible. No wonder your momma’s ended up with six pups to her name, plus a complex, ongoing and nearly miserable wedlock that this kept it alive. He’s not all that huge, but it’s most definitely above average. Hangs heavy against his inner thigh, twitching and leaking at the blunt head which leaves a translucent, moonlit trail. Pathetically, you try to make a grab for him with an outstretched arm but Leon is quick to move into position—slotting his domineering form between your wet thighs, eager for his claim, sinking his teeth into the carnage of your innocence.

Leon grabs either of your hips tightly in a bruising grip, bearing his teeth on the edge of a near-snarl while he prods his cock against your pussy. His head dragging along your hot folds, dousing himself in your slick, getting off on the way you squirm in impatience. In an act of perverted chivalry, he has the courtesy to hike your legs around his waist. One step closer to obedience at a time.

“You’re bein’ so good for your daddy, so good,” he praises sickly-sweetly, reaching down to thumb at your clit in shallow figure eights, watching as your face contorts at his ministrations.

You nod feverishly, eyes staring big in a silent plea, “The best for you, daddy—I wanted you to be my first in everything, in love,” you breathe, counting your shaky breaths,

“Do you really mean that, baby?” Leon’s eyes go almost as big as yours, half-shocked at the abrupt confession.

“Always,” you say, still giving a nod of your head as if your life depended on convincing him, feeling the influence of dumbification swaddling your brain in a fog that could no longer decipher what was moral and what was not, “you’re my dad, you’ve always been there for me, why would I want anybody else when I could have you?”

Given that, Leon seals your deal with a kiss, crashing his lips down to yours in a hungering display abundant of clashing teeth and twisting pink muscles. The smell of sex wafts in the air like a natural aphrodisiac, getting to his head and giving a good push in the right direction. Literally. He makes the subconscious and crucial resolve of easing himself in, slowly at first, the two of you moaning simultaneously when finally becoming one. Shuddering, you don’t think you’ve ever felt this good in your pristine life, ‘cause sex wasn’t technically much of a major thing to be worried about for the next year or two. Leon seems to be be aware of your chastity—he had to, it’s his rightful paternal duty—exhaling in relief and resting a palm under your leg where it’s brought up to one shoulder.

Hearty grunts muffle beyond clamped rows of teeth while he watches himself disappear inside you with every thrust, heart reverberating against his chest, his ribcage, his whole plump torso which heaves up-and-down to accompany his heavy breaths of effort. He swivels his head to meet your leg upon his shoulder, body inclining further to settle himself at a deeper angle, not taking much to bottom out. Allowing his eyes to shut, the ribbons of ecstasy wrap his limbs and control every gradually quickening thrust brushing your cervix, each kiss his tender lips leave against your calf in tranquility from the first-time pains of making love.

He swears he’s never felt quite this blissful since his own first time, and that had been twenty, thirty years ago on counting. It had been rare for his dick to get this wet when there had been the principle nothing and anything could he done about it. Well, except for right now. Your walls were so tight that they squeezed down on him, suffocating and milking him closer to release as his balls slap against the underside of your ass in growing momentum. His lavishing kisses follow a route starting at your foot, continuing down your ankle, and landing across your calf prickling in shocks at your sensitive skin.

“We can’t keep doing this,” he pants breathlessly, his tail thumping loudly against the floor as that sex-high slowly begins seeping into the crevices of his brain, driving him faster, harder against you with jackhammering hips, “the clinginess and dependence, I mean, but also this—just ain’t right for you or me, baby.”

“What do you mean, daddy?” you manage to find your voice at the right time, raspy yet comprehensible amid the soft whines and moans that flow in a pretty tune.

For a moment, a stuttering breath parting his lips as the firmness of authority begins slipping out of his grip, buttery and chafing his palms. Your daddy stills temporarily, bracing sore knees to the floor in one last tug on control and really going to town on you. Both legs rest high on his shoulders now as he drills his cock impossibly deeper, pounding hips clashing against yours. There’s this fleeting second where you wrench your eyes open, catching a glimpse of his beautifully sculpted ruled over with exertion; parted pink lips, creases of age shimmering in a fine layer of sweat, blonde strands sticking to his forehead while his ears are flat to his scalp.

The sight of is kind of everything to your little daddy-devoted heart. Unforgettable, entrancing, so, so beautiful. Reminds you why he had been your favorite in the first place.

“Ain’t supposed to be touching you like this,” he mouths at your ankle, kissing down the slope of your hanging foot, “but then again, me or your momma never really taught you that, so—“ a grunt reverberates at his chest, audible and probably one of the hottest things that has graced you, “awe hell, never mind it baby, I’m blubbering.”

He seals the last of your breaths and filthy noises with a kiss, stealing rapid breaths and the erotic noises that shamelessly flow from your hoarse throat. Leon kisses you over and over again in violent ferocity, drawn-up balls slapping against your ass continually as he loses himself to the sensation of your tightening walls accommodating his relentless and sloppy rhythm. He pulls back for a second, half-lidded eyes gazing down to yours while you cup his stubbly cheeks in small palms, spit decorating the prickly strands wetly. Feels just right this way—having daddy this close, inside of you, your entire world embraced in two hands.

Screw the rights and wrongs, screw whatever law of morality was behind being the hardest Leon has ever been while fucking you into the ground, ‘cause once he’s gotten a taste, his own flesh and blood has never felt better than anything. He finds it impossible to decide the best part of it—the squeeze, the tight fit, the oxygen being depraved out of one another’s brains. All of it, perhaps. Every aspect had put him closer to heaven compared to any quickie or half-ass fuck he’s managed to conjure between him and your momma or with the fresh-faced pooches your age back when he was still a shelter mutt.

You know he reaches his orgasm when his body seizes up at the spread of your thighs, muscles going stiff as a long, drawn-out and satisfied groan slides off his tongue easily. His upper half slumps forward in a shudder while staying as one with you, knot swelling and stretching your pussy out of boundaries that haven’t been exceeded before. Your tail finds his in a contrastingly fond entanglement to your predicament, wagging in a blur of fur. Regular old puppy love, never gets old to him. He cages your head in with two large arms, nuzzling the side of his face to yours, cheek-to-cheek. The type of skin-to-skin contact that Leon’s been subjected to since you a baby. His baby.

“Don’t ever wanna leave you, dad,” you give a weak yiff, nuzzling your nose into sheen skin and yawning big after the rapturous haze begins loosening up on your limbs, an urge to surrender to sleep soon settling in.

“You gotta, baby,” he tries, not quite sure if he’s trying to convince you or himself at this point. Leon searches your face for any sign that, by some divine intervention, that you come your senses, that in the hour or so you’ve spent under him you’ve changed. He searches and searches, trying to find some palpable answer—if anything, your face is the perfect painted picture of bliss.

“Could I at least stay for now?” you blink sweetly, and it’s enough to make his heart feel twice as much.

Internally, Leon seems to contemplate your words, an unreadable expression stretching at the corners of his face. He cups one of your cheeks in a warm, large palm, staring you right in the eyes for what seemed like the first time since taking you in his jaws, clamping down and draining what innocence was instilled in you.

“Yeah,” he finally decides in a vision of defeat, giving a slight nod of his head, “I can do that for you, pup, as long as you want.”

Because if it were one thing about your daddy—not you, that had already been established—he would never be one to break his promises. Puppy love is a fragile thing, plus one hell of a manipulation tactic. Swelling knot, laying his naked flesh onto yours, intertwining fingers much like lovers than family. Maybe that was all this was—the remnants of puppy love, the repercussions of playing favorites.

The weather lately had been horrible. Constant rain, but not yet enough to give any weather warnings. You hated the rain when it got bad, and because your favorite neighbor was aware of that fact, he took advantage of it to be around you more lately.

Tonight, thunder had been louder than the last three nights, rain heavier, so heavy it sounded like hail. You busied yourself, hoping to fight off your anxiety as you cooked and cleaned and even tried crafting as a distraction. You considered asking a friend for company, but your unspoken rule was as long as the power was on, you were okay.

The light flickered. You felt an impending sense of doom, a whine leaving your lips. You scrambled to grab your phone, looking through your contacts. Who would be willing to drive to you? Or come at all?! In this weather, no one, is what you thought. Not even your closest neighbor.

Coincidentally, your neighbor, Leon, called you as soon as the power went out. You immediately answered. "Hello?" Leon could hear the uncertainty, and he frowned.

"Hey, sweets," he started, his voice low and soothing. "Power out at yours, too?"

"Mhmm." You hummed. Leon could hear you scrambling to find any way to light up the house, at least the living room.

"I'll be over in a second, yeah? I'll bring candles and some playing cards. How about we play some games? Keep your pretty head occupied." You could hear his own shuffling as you lit a small candle, settling into your couch and curling up.

"That'd be really nice. Thank you so much, Mr. Kennedy." You spoke, voice as sweet as ever, despite all your stresses in the moment.

"I've told you to call me Leon, sweets." He chuckled. "Wanna stay on the phone til I'm outside?" He asked.

"No, no, I can handle myself while I wait. I'll unlock the door for you."

"Good idea. Don't trip and fall."

"I'll see you in a minute." You giggled at his warning, and he mused a sweet goodbye, the phone line beeping as you cut it off and went to unlocked the door, rushing back to the couch to curl up with your fuzzy blankets.

Five minutes later, Leon was rushing through your front door, soaked and shivering from the cold. He looked like a wet dog. You scrambled to meet him halfway after retrieving a hand towel from the kitchen to dry his hair.

"Gosh, if I had known you wouldn't bring an umbrella, I would've told you to stay home." You frowned, reaching up to ruffle his hair with the towel, droplets soaking into the thick fabric.

"I don't mind a little rain if it means I get some company during a storm." He hummed, a soft rumble from his chest as he took the small towel and set it aside. "Go get comfy and light these, yeah?" He said, handing over a small bag of candles and a lighter. "I would've brought my flashlight, but I forgot to change the damn batteries, and I couldn't find the stupid things in the dark." He chuckled apologetically, stepping back.

Leon finished drying himself off by the door, kicking his shoes off and huffing softly. You lit the candles, settling a few in the kitchen, one big one in the bathroom down the hall, and the rest around the living room to keep it as welcoming and warm as possible to avoid anxiety spikes any more.

"Thank you for coming. I hate storms like this." You spoke quietly, like it felt wrong to speak normally in the dark.

"Anything, anytime, sweets. I know you get anxious with the weather, and the power going out only makes it worse." He finally padded over the meet you at the couch, where you'd already been shuffling the cards on the coffee table.

"I know you know, I just want to make sure you know I appreciate it." You said, looking up at him as he shifted closer and leaned forward, legs spread as his elbow rested on his knees.

"So, what do you wanna play? Duo or solo game?" He asked, watching you bring the cards together and tap the bottom on the table, tapping the back of the card pile.

"Mmh, let's play. I don't want you just sitting here while I play solitaire." You snickered, thinking of how he'd done that the first time he brought over his deck. He liked card games, you learned that quickly.

Over half an hour, you two played a few games, your anxiety easing over the time. You beat him quite a few times, and he definitely let you win the last couple of times. Leon was scooted right at your side, knee brushing yours. Neither of you retracted, tensed, or got bashful like you usually would if you brushed too close. Leon found it cute, always sought more of those soft blushes, giggles, and sometimes long, warm glances if you let yourself stare.

Soon, you realized the preserved heat was no longer clinging around you, so Leon could see you shivering as you shuffled the cards, your hands shaking. He reached out to take the cards. "I'll shuffle. Warm your hands up, yeah?" He set the cards down for a moment, reaching behind you to properly bundle you up with the comforter he had retrieved from your bedroom earlier in the game spree. The excess fabric laid lazily over his lap, as he wasn't as cold, given how warm he constantly was. You were often cold, and even when it was approaching freezing temperatures, he'd often be perfectly fine to just swear one extra layer.

"I'm fine, Leon." You shook your head, tugging the blanket closer. "It's just a little chilly." You looked up, watching him shuffle and deal the cards. "Can we stop for a little? My hands are a little too cold.." you murmured.

He didn't hesitate to agree, leaning back on the couch. "Yeah. Here, gimme your hands." He said, holding his palms out.

"I don't need—" Your cheeks flushed faintly under the candlelight.

"Just gimme your hands, sweets." He insisted, fingers curling in a 'come here' motion.

You obliged, offering your hands. He enclosed his palms around your fingers, his warmth sinking into your skin. Your body ran cold with goosebumps but relaxed within a few moments. It was quiet as he pressed your hands together and engulfed them with his own.

"Is that better?" He hummed quietly.

"Mhmm." You nodded.

"Good. C'mere." Leon gestured you closer. You hesitated.

"I'm not that cold. I don't want to make you uncomfortable." You looked away.

"I'm offering my warmth. If you don't want to, it's okay, obviously." He chuckled, simply accepting that he was able to warm your hands at least. You thought, body already warming at the closeness and his low, smooth tone, his hands so rough yet gentle and kind against yours.

Finally, you shifted and pressed into his side, bringing your legs to lay over his lap beneath the blanket. "This okay?" You asked, looking up at him as your cheek pressed to his chest.

"Yeah, sweets. You comfy?" He asked softly, arm wrapping around you after he tugged the blanket back up around you, ensuring it covered your feet mostly, knowing damn well they were ice cold.

"Mhmm." You nodded again. Leon always found it adorable how you'd just nod and hum, pretty eyes blinking up at him, often a faint smile accompanying.

"Good." He mused, one hand slipping over the blanket to tug you closer by the underside of your thigh, pressing your side in closer so your head could rest in the crook of his neck.

Your head turned to press into where his neck and shoulder met, and he let out a slow exhale as he felt your warm breath against him. It took a minute, given the chill settled deep in your body, but as you warmed up, it became easier to fully relax against him, and Leon noticed how your muscles would ease in small bits. It started with your neck fully relaxing into him, your eyes falling shut. Then your thighs eased, which he felt from over the blanket as he kept his large palm pressing gently over under your thigh to keep you close. Finally, your body was fully limp, completely surrendered to his warmth.

You two sat like that for fifteen minutes before you were interrupted by thunder. It had stopped for a while, but when it bellowed from the sky, your ease was interrupted, given how it sounded almost violent.

"Jesus fucking Christ." You hissed, body tense all over again as you rubbed your eyes and groaned. He laughed faintly.

"It's fine. It's just thunder." He tugged you back in, hand rubbing gently over you hip as he turned more to face you, looking down at you.

"I know. I know. It just startles me when it's quiet for so long, and then the Gods decide to make me almost piss myself." You huffed, and Leon had to stifle a laugh at how bluntly you expressed your jumpy reactions.

"Do you want me to go check the power? See if I can get it to come back on any sooner?" He asked. "Sometimes it'll let you flick the switch earlier than the power returns on its own." He explained, pulling back as his hands fell to your hip and thigh, thumbs soothing gently over the blanket.

"Bring this candle with you. It's the only one with a proper holder." You said, handing him a yellow candlestick with a proper holder.

"I'll be back." He leaned in for a moment, an automatic action that he barely stopped in time before his eyes widened slightly, realizing he'd gotten too comfortable in such a domestic setting. He pulled back, accepting the candlestick and shuffling off toward the garage entrance inside, finding his way to the fuse box.

"Any luck?" You called out, listening to the click of switches. You frowned.

"No luck, sweets. Looks like a powerline might be out this time, not just a regular blackout." He called back as he sighed and returned, closing the garage door behind him. "It might not come back on tonight." He explained, settling back into the couch.

"Fuck, seriously? All night?" You frowned deeper, leaning back into the arm of the couch, curling up with your blanket.

"I can stay if you want. I don't have work tomorrow." He said, arm stretching over the back of the couch as his legs spread automatically, a position that almost always made your mind go to places that you felt shameful about.

"I don't want to keep you holed up here just because I'm scared of the dark at my grown age." You sighed. "You brought me candles, I'll be fine. You can go home." You said, shaking your head.

"Do you want company?" He asked, ignoring your attempts at pushing him away.

"Well, yeah, but if it's all night, I'm fine. I don't want you losing sleep—"

"Do you want company?" He asked again, firm this time.

"I-i do," you finally nodded.

"Are you okay if I stay?" He pressed further, gentler.

"But you need—"

"Listen. I'm not asking about me. I'm asking about you. What you need from me." He scooted closer, finding your hands.

"Leon, I don't need to be pampered like this. I'm an adult." Your cheeks flushed at how well he knew your needs in times like this, embarrassingly touched by his insistence to help you.

"And it doesn't matter how old you are, we all need things. I have my own needs you'd probably laugh at." He admitted.

"Yeah? Like what?" You scoffed.

"When I can't sleep, and I'm worried I'll do something stupid after a mission, I have a friend I'll call. If he's out of town, he'll let me sit on the phone until I feel better. He even stayed on the phone til I woke up one time. And, because I sleep alone, and I miss the feeling of being with someone, I have two long body pillows for both sides of me when I need a physical comfort."

"Really?" You hesitated, blinking up at him. "You? The big macho man neighbor that everyone asks for help?"

"Yes. The old handyman of the block needs a little help sometimes, too."

"You're not that old." You snickered.

"You still call me Mr. Kennedy." He raised a brow.

"Because it's polite!" You insisted, laughing quietly.

"You still haven't answered. Do you want me to stay? Or will it make you uncomfortable?" He asked, softer, less firm than before.

"If you really, really don't mind.." You trailed off, looking to the side.

"I don't mind at all. It's better to have some good company. Bonus points that it's such pretty company." He grinned, reaching out to poke at your side.

You giggled, swatting at his hand. "Flattery will get you nowhere." Your cheeks flushed.

"Aw, but you like it." He pressed in, tugging you closer and bringing you with your back pressing to his side as his fingers poked at your side again.

You squealed, giggling and squirming. "Quit it! You're here for company, not torture!" You snorted, reaching up to push his face away so he couldn't see anything. He playfully bit at your hand, making you drop your hand and smack his arm.

"This isn't torture, I can promise you that much."

"Tickling was literally used as a torture method!" You argued, laughing as you looked up at him, head fallen back on his shoulder since he'd stopped the tickling.

"Eh, you're fine, sweets, just c'mere." He snickered, tugging you in closer and helping you lean upright on him, your back pressing to his chest. "You comfortable like this?" He asked, arms around your waist.

"Mmh.. yeah, comfy." You nodded.

Despite the circumstances of the power being out, weather being bad, etc., Leon found ways to keep you from losing your mind. Your body was almost always at ease with him, and he was with you the same. What you were both clueless to was how badly you wanted each other. Leon couldn't live with himself if he'd made a move on such a sweet girl like you, especially since the age difference was less than socially acceptable. You, on the other hand, were just not as accepting of your physical needs.

It didn't help you that Leon was so kind. Not only to you, but you'd heard from the sweet old lady across the street that he'd walk her dog, and when her grandkids came over, if Leon was around, he'd always offer to help out and lighten her load. Apparently, he was close with the older lady, and you found that so sweet. He was so kind, welcoming, and so unbelievably sexy. A body made of hard earned muscle and strength, definitely had a bit of a tummy that you found attractive, and that goddamn stubble of his, and his body hair that you often didn't have a preference toward, but on Leon, it drove you crazy. You wouldn't dare make a move, but right now, with his arms around you, feeling a little more than just friendly as he had one hand resting just barely above your waistband, your shirt having been worked up when he was tickling you, so you felt his rough palm against your lower belly.

Leon's breathing remained steady, but he could feel yours becoming faster, uneven as his hand rested there. He'd done it on purpose, just to try it out, and he felt you shift your hips closer to him and his grasp. You hoped he hadn't noticed, but you knew he did when his fingers tensed and splayed more firmly over your exposed belly.

"Still comfy?" He asked, voice sounding raspier than before. You swallowed harshly, nodding.

"Mhmm. Still comfy." You confirmed, quiet and slightly embarrassed.

"You sure? You're squirmin' a little, and you don't sound too comfy." He prodded, knowing damn well what the problem might be.

"No, no, 'm comfy." You insisted, breath hitching as he leaned his head down, a chuckle rumbling low in his chest.

"You don't mind it, do you?" He asked, emphasizing his question with a soft press of his palm into your hip.

You shook your head, curling up closer and turning your head to bury it in his arm. "I.. I don't. I don't mind." You admitted quietly. God, you were so cute, and you weren't even aware of it. Leon was literally fighting every sane, moral part of him right now because all he wanted to do was lean in, kiss your neck, curl his arm around your shoulders and let his other hand roam below the sweats that were already dangerously close to showing off your panties.

"Don't hide from me. I like lookin' at you." He murmured, lifting a hand to gently pull your head upward, letting you look up at him, pretty doe eyes all wide and beautiful.

"You don't have to be all sweet like this just because I'm anxious." You looked away again, but didn't hide.

"I'm not being sweet because you're anxious. I'm being sweet because I think you're beautiful and I'm taking advantage of a nice, romantic moment to tell you how pretty you are. Especially under candlelight." He explained, his tone steady and certain.

"You're just saying that 'cause we're cuddling."

"Oh, is this cuddling? I thought I was just warming you up." He snickered. "I don't mind a little cuddling. Hell, being close to you at all is quite a treat." He said, his head craned lower to have his voice right next to your ear, now dropped to a whisper.

"Leon.." you whined, face turned away quickly as he made you blush deeper. The arm over your shoulder lifted higher, his arm curling at the elbow so he could keep your face from turning away any more.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked, genuinely.

You hesitated. The immediate answer was no, God no, but you couldn't just say that. So you shook your head. He clicked his tongue.

"I'm afraid I'll need words, sweets. You know what this is leading to. And I need to know that you want it." He said, shifting to pull you into his lap, your back still facing him.

You nodded. "I.. I do. I do want this. I don't want you to stop." You leaned back, expressing your consent physically in how your body melted and fit perfectly against his.

"Good. Now that we're on the same page.." he trailed off, leaning down to kiss at your neck. He felt the goosebumps rise and prickle your skin. "You wanna tell me how long you've had a thing for me? Or should I talk first?" He mused, lips grazing your earlobe. You poked at his arm, and he chuckled. He knew it meant the second option he gave. He wanted so badly to hear you, but he wouldn't push yet. "That first time you brought over your muffins as a thank you gift to me for helping you move your bed and dresser into the house. You've been the cutest, most tempting thing ever since." He spoke, breath grazing your skin.

There was a pause as he kissed your neck, pulling your hair aside before both hands dropped, splayed over your hips as his thumbs hooked under your waistband. Your breath hitched, hips twitching with self restraint.

"And I love seeing you in your garden when it's warm. You look so fucking gorgeous in those pretty yellow shorts and your tight shirts, almost always without a bra. You think I don't notice?" He groaned at the memories of seeing you across the fence line in the backyard of your house. It started accidental, Leon stumbling across the sight on the first month of warm weather you had when you were still new to the neighborhood. He didn't mean to look, but when he saw you kneeling to tend to your herbs, checking for any damage or growth, he was stuck on you like glue. Almost memorized your gardening days.

"Leon.." you whined once more, head lifting to look up at him. "Aren't you embarrassed?"

"No, not really. Ashamed? Maybe. It feels so wrong, but I think you're too damn pretty not to at least make a move. And if I'm reading this right, you're not exactly denying the attention, are you?" He mused, hands slipping lower into your sweats before you automatically lifted your hips, allowing him to push your sweats down to your mid-thigh, leaving your pink cotton panties on display for him. "Why don't you start talkin', sweets? Don't you think it's only fair?" He teased, hands spreading your thighs wider.

You shivered, goosebumps prickling your skin once more, body trembling faintly from the cold and nerves. "I-its embarrassing." You whined again, head turning away as you wrapped an arm around his bicep, pulling it closer so you could hide your face.

"What, you need me to help with your nerves?" He feigned disappointment. "Poor girl, so embarrassed just because she's a little needy. You want me to help with that?" He finally brought his right hand down, palming your core through your panties, two fingers pressing at the warmth of your entrance through the thick gusset. You yelped, hips jolting as your legs closed around his hand.

"S-sorry, I just... don't usually t-touch myself. Let alone having someone else do it.." you admitted, clinging tighter to his arm.

"Mmh, she's sensitive, huh? Don't worry, that just makes it better." He kissed at your neck again, this time beginning to suckle light hickeys into the expanse of skin.

You let out a soft moan, lips parting as your hips bucked when his thumb pressed to your clit, causing a tiny gush of arousal to begin pooling in your panties. "Fuck," you whined, watching him spread your thighs wider.

"Kick your pants off, would you? They keep sliding back up." He said, his free hand pushing the band back down. You obeyed, shuffling your way out of the loose sweatpants. "There we go. So good, aren't you? You're being so good for me, I think you've already earned yourself a reward."

Leon hooked two fingers under the gusset, pushing it aside to get a view of your fat, slickening pussy. Your legs tried to close again, but he swatted your newly exposed core, making you squeak. "Wha—why did you do that?" You pouted, looking up at him with a frown. He soothed the faint, barely there sting with a slow rub of his palm over it.

"Keep your legs open. I wanna see you all the way." He demanded, though it didn't feel threatening or mean.

You shifted around, trying to get yourself comfortable to where you'd be able to listen to his demands. He just laughed, kissing at your cheek. You looked up at him, and he took the chance to capture your lips with his, deep and slow.

He used your distraction to slip two fingers between your folds, spreading them wide as he teased your entrance with a third finger in the middle. You whimpered, and he deepened the kiss, finally adding tongue as he inserted a finger. You choked on a moan, and he let you pull away to breathe, panting and huffing as you grabbed at his wrist and looked down, watching him slowly fuck his finger back and forth. The sight of your slick coating his finger was humiliating. You turned away, but your body kept bucking for more, and he gave.

He pressed in another finger, feeling your back arch and your body fight the need to melt into the pleasure. "Just breathe, baby. You can take it." He purred, curling his fingers and letting his thumb come down to circle your clit. You yelped, thighs closing around his hand again. "Open. Don't be shy, sweets."

"'S s-so good," you gasped, thighs trembling around his hand. Just when you were getting into it, melting and humping against his hand, he stopped. "Wh—why?!" You looked up at him, pouty and already so overwhelmed.

"Open your legs. I already told you." He said firmly. You craned your head to bury into his neck, pushing yourself to listen to his repeated demand. Once your legs were open, he started slow again. "Hold them open."

"But—"

"Just hold them open. You can close them around my head all you want once I've got you undone like this first." He said, watching your cheeks flush as you listened, pulling your legs upward, holding them to your chest with your arms linked under your knees, spread wide for his viewing pleasure.

Leon sped up, finding that same eager, damn near mind-numbing pace that he had before he stopped. Your body turned to mush in his lap, and he had to hold you up to keep you from slipping too close to the edge of the couch. His free hand tugged you back to him, your head tucker just beneath his chin, and in order to keep you still and upright with nowhere to hide, his arm hooked under your chin in a mock head lock. You never would've thought you'd be so turned on by a wrestling move. Your body jolted, pleasure doubling just because of the threat that if he wanted to, he could put pressure and constrict your airway, leaving you helpless and mushy at his mercy. You cried out, eyes rolling back.

"Mmh, what's wrong, sweets? You like it? Poor thing, so overwhelmed, and yet you can't get enough." He cooed, a deep chuckle leaving his throat.

"Fuck—" You heaved, gasping as your nails dug into your own thighs, fighting desperately not to close. "Leon, please, j-just—ah!—oh, my god!" Your head fell back, back arching almost violently off of his chest as he applied a sharp, mean pressure to your clit, simultaneous with the stimulation of your g-spot, ensuring you were at the height of what he could offer in this position.

"It's okay, just let it happen. You wanna cum, don't you? Take it, take it, and be as greedy as your pretty pussy wants." He groaned, feeling your core squeeze tighter around his fingers. At the last minute, he slipped a third finger into you, and the burn of the stretch only added to your arousal.

"Leon! Fuck—fuckfuckfuck!" You sobbed. Your orgasm crashed into you quickly, vision bleary and skin hot to the touch. Leon fucked you through it, feeling your pussy gush and pulse around his fingers. You cried, thighs trembling as they finally closed again, your hands flying to grab onto his arms, head tilting down to bite at his bicep. Small, broken moans and cries left you as you came down, fully undone and spent in his arms.

Once your teeth stopped biting down, he pulled his arms away, fingers leaving you empty and cold. You shook. Part of you expected to be left now that he'd gotten a taste, but you were beyond pleased when he turned you around in his lap, cleaning his fingers with his tongue before he met you in a slow, softer kiss, lips fitting together nicely despite the quiver in yours.

"You did so good, baby. You took it so well. Now," he kissed down your jaw, stopping at your ear. "I wanna get a proper feel of you. Think I can do that, sweets?" He asked sweetly, so effortlessly convincing with his gravely voice that he made sound so sugary sweet when he'd call you cute little pet names, and just like that, your pussy was already fucking throbbing again, awaiting his touch. You nodded.

"Please," you breathed. "I need it. Need you, Leon." You shifted, thighs still shaky as you straddled his lap properly, pressing your already satisfied and reawakened cunt against his hard-on. It was like a switch had been turned back on in a matter of seconds.

"Yeah? You've been waiting for this, haven't you?" He purred, his hips pressing upward into yours with a low groan. "Fuck, such a pretty thing." He leaned his head forward to dip lower at your collarbone that he revealed with a tug against your t-shirt. His hands slipped under your shirt, sliding all the way up to gently cup your breasts, eliciting a low sound of satisfaction. He felt the lace of the fabric, his hands squeezing gently around your breasts.

"You're wearing lace?" He huffed, kissing back up to your neck as he nipped lightly. "Fuck, I gotta see, can I see it, sweets?" He asked, pecking at your lips eagerly.

"Ah.. yeah, 'course.." You huffed lightly, leaning back with a giggle as he followed, trying to follow your lips and keep you from pulling away. The only thing that stopped him was you lifting your shirt over your head, fully revealing your pink lacey bra that had a tiny bow at the bottom of the valley between your breasts. It matched your panties that had a similar bow at the center of the waistband. Leon was stuck like a deer in headlights. He couldn't figure out where to look, where to touch.

"Oh, God is good." He breathed, half jokingly, as he grabbed you by the waist and laid you on the couch, climbing on top as he went straight to find your breasts with his mouth, his hands tugging gently on the fabric to fully expose the body beneath. He didn't hesitate to take a nipple into his mouth, listening to you squeak and feeling you squirm. He pressed between your thighs, his hands dropping to undo his belt and push his jeans down, letting you get a better feel of his cock through the thin layer of fabric.

"Oh," you breathed, the sound melting into a low moan. "Leon, please." Your hips bucked up, pressing into him, making sure he felt the warmth against him.

"Relax. Just gimme.. gimme a second." He laughed quietly against your chest, kissing his way to your other breast as he pushed your legs wider and ground against you, eliciting a soft whimper as his tip notched against your puffy clit.

"Leon!" You whined, growing more insistent as you reached out to grab lightly at his shoulders, pulling him in closer.

"God, you're so needy." He looked up at you, finally pulling away. He lifted his hips and pushed his boxers down, letting his cock spring free, landing to lay against your folds. "You want it bad, don't you? You wanna tell me how bad?" He encouraged, a nearly perverted grin on his face as he grabbed his cock, sliding the tip back and forth along your wetness before he found himself smacking his tip against your clit, watching you jolt with each one.

"F-fuck!" You gasped, nails digging into his shoulders as your head lifted to look down, thighs trying to close around him. He held one thigh open, the other stopped by his body in the way. "Please, I want it s-so bad. I've waited so long, fuckin' dreamt of it." You admitted, the dirty words slipping out much easier under the promise of him finally giving in.

"Mmh, now I feel a lot less perverse. You had dreams about this? Me fucking you into your couch til you're begging?" He smacked the tip of his cock against your entrance, and he felt you clench around nothing. You nodded rapidly, thighs trembling.

"Yes, fuck, yes. I really.. really need you." You looked up at him, eyes still bleary as you panted lightly from your breath holding periodically.

"God, you're so cute. So fucking gorgeous when you beg and whine." He breathed, finally surrendering as his cock slipped in with no warning, sliding in much easier thanks to his added arousal and prep. You whimpered, lips quivering as you practically shrank, hands dropping and clutching onto the couch cushion beneath you.

Leon groaned, eyes squeezing shut as his nose scrunched with restraint. He tried desperately not to go crazy immediately, trying to remember that he had no clue whether you were experienced like this or not. He knew you weren't a virgin, but the specifics were unknown to him. Slowly, he pulled his hips back, eyelids fluttering with an eye roll as his head lulled back. You melted, walls fluttering around him. He exhaled heavily, a moan lingering in his throat as he pushed back in, finally beginning to actually thrust.

"Fuck—please, f-faster," you whined, thighs trying to wrap around his waist. He grabbed your thighs, pushing them open and up to where your knees pressed up toward your chest, practically folded like a pretzel. You choked on a moan as he pushed deeper, finding spots you weren't even aware of inside of you.

"This better? You like—mmngh—you like getting fucked by your neighbor in the middle of the night? Bet you've fucked yourself with me in mind with the way you're reacting."

Shameless, mind clouded with pleasure, you nodded desperately, lips parted with heavy pants and loud moans leaving you as his thrusts sped up and got meaner, his short nails digging into the skin of your thighs, leaving blunt cresent shaped marks.

Leon found it harder to taunt and talk dirty, his own grunts and moans making it complicated to form proper sentences without interruptions. He resorted to occasional praise, filling in the silence with sweet words between grunts, telling you how perfect you are, how good you feel, how badly he wants to fuck you til neither of you can move or speak. Of course, that would have to wait, and he was more than satisfied for the time being.

You cried, eyes rolling back as your hands lifted to pull him down, begging incoherently for him to hold onto you and not stop because if he stopped, you would most definitely start crying for real purely out of frustration. His body stayed low to yours, hips moving at a pace as fast as he could, tip kissing your cervix with every deep, mean thrust. You whined, hips rolling desperately for a little more. His head dipped, taking your nipple into his mouth as he muttered something you couldn't make out.

Since his hands were busy, you took it upon yourself to reach between your bodies, trembling hand finding your clit, a cry pulled from your throat as you rubbed your clit in quick, firm back and forth motions. Leon groaned, suckling harshly around the hardened nub, biting lightly before you yelped, and he switched sides. He felt himself approaching his own climax, but he refused to finish first. He doubled his efforts, hissing with restraint.

"Fuck, come on, sweets, give it to me. 'M not gonna last much longer in your pretty pussy," his eyes rolled back as he panted against your breasts, his hips faltering momentarily before he snapped back into it.

Without much more warning, only a squeal and a mewl, your walls gushed around him, and he was beyond satisfied to see a ring of white had formed around the base of his cock, a lewd sight that was only made more lewd as he bottomed out roughly, a groan melting into a gasp and a moan that he tried desperately not to let sound like a whimper or a whine. His cum spilled into you, and you gave a small squeak at the sensation, eyes squeezing shut as he ground his hips lazily, tip pressing firm to your cervix.

Once you both came down, Leon pushed himself upward, still above you as he pulled out carefully, a shudder falling from both of you. He sat back on his haunches, sighing as he helped your thighs ease back down, massaging your hips as you whined from the discomfort of the position he'd had you in now leaving you with a small ache that you already felt would be worse by morning. Leon watched, shameless, as his load spilled out of you, your hole twitching at the sensation. You finally moved to close your legs, embarrassed by his heated gaze.

He didn't stop you this time, just pulled you into his grasp, kissing the crook of your neck and all the way up to your lips. "You're an absolute dream." He murmured softly, and you gave a small, bashful giggle as you melted into him, sniffling faintly as you shook in his hold.

"Mmh, 's cold." You complained. He chuckled, rising to stand up as he held you close, your legs wrapping around his waist.

"Why don't we go get you wiped down and we can just lay down? I can bring the candles to your room so it's not too dark." He suggested, already moving toward the bathroom, following the dim candlelight before you were gently placed on the counter. He reached for a clean rag, getting it wet to carefully wipe down the mess between your thighs before he did himself. Once cleaned up, he wrapped his arms around you and lifted, bringing you to the bedroom. "Stay here, just for a second." He muttered, kissing your forehead before he left the room.

Only a minute or two later, he returned with one candle, just for the bedside table, and the comforter. He placed the candle down and crawled into bed with you, tucking the comforter around you as snug as possible.

"Leon?" You muttered quietly, turning to face him. "You'll stay for breakfast, right?"

"Why wouldn't I? I didn't come here with this in mind, but even if it hadn't happened, I was still planning on at least ordering breakfast if the power was still out." He leaned in to kiss your lips, letting you melt into him to ease your doubts.

"Thank you." You whispered quietly, deepening the kiss and pressing your bare chest to his.

"Hey, hey, don't start another round you can't finish, sweets." He chuckled, gently pulling away with a smirk.

"Who said I couldn't finish it?" You grinned, curling closer to him.

Spoiler alert—there was multiple rounds, and the power wasn't back in the morning.

whenever leon was in town between missions or government assignments, he'd always show up with a six-pack of beer or a bottle of decent bourbon, settling into the comfort of the living room couch as they talked. it was endearing to watch, seeing them laugh loudly about old stories from their past, or just sitting in a comfortable silence watching whatever game was on.

you'd grown up watching leon from the sidelines. as a kid, he was like a cool uncle who'd sneak you cookies sometimes when your dad wasn't looking. it was innocent. but somewhere between high school and college, that admiration shifted into something akin to attraction.

leon was pushing fifty now, but as time moved on it seemed as if he could only get more attractive. broad shoulders, killer jawline, huge, bulging biceps that you itched to sink your teeth into. and his eyes— those sharp, piercing blue eyes that seemed to notice everything. it all lingered in the back of your mind at night when your body begged for sleep.

conveniently enough, after you wrapped up your finals for the spring semester, you asked your dad if you could come home for summer break. he was ecstatic, of course. he was always over the moon to see his baby girl he'd watched grow into a competent young woman. so when you called and told him you wanted to stay for the summer, he was more than willing to accommodate you. while you were also excited to see him and finally relax from the stress of being a college student, you'd be lying if you said leon wasn't part of the reason you packed your bags so quickly.

as such, it came as no surprise whenhe'd just be downstairs whenever you came down from your bedroom. leon would show up often to share a drink with him, watch some random game on the television, or simply just talk. oftentimes when leon visited, you'd find yourself lingering in the kitchen longer than needed, purposefully slowing your movements to just admire him while he talked to your dad about whatever.

and that was precisely what you were doing right now. you weren't paying attention to any of the words leaving leon’s or your dad’s mouth. you were too busy salivating over the way his biceps clung to his too-tight compression shirt as he raised his glass to take a short sip of the bourbon he'd poured.

despite leon being much, much older than you, you couldn't help but fantasize about him in a way that'd make even the devil himself blush. you knew it was wrong. forbidden, even, but the pull you felt towards this man was unlike any other. no charming frat guy or random on campus your age could make you feel the way you felt about leon. he was off-limits, but perhaps that was precisely one of the reasons why you felt so drawn to him.

"what are you lookin' at, honey?" your dad suddenly asks, and your hand stills, tightly gripping the spoon you'd been using to mindlessly stir the parfait you'd adorned with blueberries shortly before. you shift your gaze to him, hands clammy as you come up with an excuse for your shameless staring. he was seated next to leon at the island, offering you an amused smile as he watched you set the spoon down on the counter.

"uh... nothing, dad. just a little tired." you fib, wiping your hands on the hem of your tank top, hoping neither man would notice the slight tremor in your fingers. your dad let out a hearty chuckle, completely oblivious to the true reason why your gaze had been locked onto the man next to him.

"just tired, huh?" your dad teases, shaking his head with fond exasperation. "college kickin' your ass that bad?" he jokes, reaching over the counter to steal a blueberry from the edge of the parfait you'd been preparing (a late-night snack you claimed you wanted), popping it into his mouth without a care in the world. "maybe you're just getting old like us." he says, nudging leon's arm with his elbow while winking at you playfully.

leon didn't laugh right away, instead his piercing eyes shifted from his glass of bourbon to settle on you. the look he gave you was brief, but it left an impression so profound that it made your breath hitch ever so slightly. god, the effect he had on you was ridiculous. his jaw flexed once, the sharp line it catching the warmth of the overhead light fixture as his lip curled up into an amused smirk.

"yeah. college can do that to you, kid." he says, a low chuckle leaving his throat, "but some things age you even faster." he admits, the comment was wrapped in humor, the kind of dry, self-depreciating joke that fit right in with their usual banter. you stifle a laugh, biting the inside of your cheek as you smile down at your parfait that was beginning to turn into room-temperature slop.

your dad's laugh fills the kitchen again, easy and warm as he reached over and snatched yet another blueberry. "listen to this guy," he says, shaking his head as he pops it into his mouth, "talking like he's ancient. you're not that old, leon. hell, you've still got more hair than me." he says, and you can't help the fond smile that breaks out on your face from his ridiculousness. he was definitely drunk.

"you want me to make you one or something?" you ask, giving him an annoyed look that was more teasing if anything. "maybe it'll help you sober up, you drunkard." you giggle, shaking your head as you take in his expression. your dad waves you off with a dramatic groan, nearly knocking over his own glass.

"nahh, i'm good. bourbon's doing just fine. besides, if i eat any more of that fancy yogurt crap, i'll probably be up all night." he slurs, pushing back from the island, swaying a little as he stood.

"i'm gonna take this to the couch. you two kids behave in here, alright? don't let leon talk to you into any more mission stories. they get longer when he's had a few." he says, landing a firm clap on leon's shoulder as he passed, the brotherly gesture making your heart pang with a twinge of guilt. "right, man? keep an eye on her." he says, turning on his heel and making his way to the couch. he finally settles down with a loud thump, grunting as he makes himself comfortable.

leon lets out a low, easy chuckle and shakes his head, "will do…" he says, turning his attention back to you as he takes a small sip of his bourbon, the muscles in his thick biceps flexing visibly under the tight compression shirt. the kitchen fell into a heavy, charged silence the second he left. setting the glass down, his eyes meet yours and you think you might just explode.

you offer him a shy smile, shaking your head slightly and looking down at your untouched parfait. the blueish-purple pigment from the blueberries bled into the white, milky substance it sat upon, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. your pulse was hammering too hard in your ears to even think about it. leon clears his throat, and your attention turns to him again, meeting his eyes once more.

"so, how's college treating you?" he asks, a brow raised in question as he waits for your response. the simple question lingered in the air longer than it should have as you gather your thoughts.

you clear your throat, hand settling on the counter casually as you trace random shapes into the granite. "yeah, um. pretty good, not much going on. just… doing my best." you say, the words sounding a little rushed as you laugh awkwardly. leon hums, nodding as he takes in your words. he shifts a bit, resting his forearm on the counter while twirling his glass absentmindedly.

"yeah... you've always been good at that," he compliments, offering you a small smile as he stares at you intently. the moment feels oddly intimate, the way he was looking at you, the way you were looking at him— it was almost as if you were both aware of something but neither of you dared to speak up about it.

he pauses, the hum of the refrigerator and your dad already snoring on the couch the only sound breaking through the heavy silence. leon's gaze was steady, unwavering as he watched you, watched the way your hands stilled from tracing random shapes into the countertop, the way your breathing turned a little bit more rapid.

after a while, the leon finally exhaled through his nose, the sound rough. "gonna be a long summer," he murmured, exasperated, almost to himself. your brows pull together in confusion, watching as he downs the rest of his bourbon before setting it back down with a quiet clink. you opened your mouth to question him, but when he starts to move towards you, the inquiry stays trapped in your throat.

he rounded the counter in slow, deliberate steps, his tall, brooding form cutting through the small space until there was barely an arm's length left. you let out a shaky breath, eyes staring up at his focused ones as he peers down at you with an unreadable expression. he stopped just short of touching you, one large hand bracing against the cool surface of the granite beside you, caging you in without quite doing so. leon's gaze dropped to your lips for a brief second before lifting again, gaze darker than before. the restraint in his expression earlier was beginning to fray, and it was nearly impossible to pull your gaze away from him now.

"you were about to ask me something?" he says, more a statement than a question. his voice was barely above a whisper as he eyes your form which trembled slightly at the timbre in his voice. "go on. ask me, then." he prompts, and you freeze up on the spot, stuttering a bit as you struggle to maintain your composure. he was so fucking hot, you could barely contain yourself. when you stayed silent, he let out another slow exhale, the sound rough and frustrated, like he was fighting a battle he was tired of losing.

"i meant what i said," he continued, stepping a bit closer to your frame as his voice deepens. "this summer's gonna feel real long if we keep doing this little dance." he says, breath fanning over your temple carrying the faint bite of bourbon as your eyes widen. surely, surely he hadn't noticed your glances, right? it was almost too embarrassing to think about. maybe it was the bourbon talking, you think, almost trying to convince yourself.

"what... what are you talking about?" you sputter, eyes darting around as you panic slightly. he couldn't possibly mean... no. there's no way in hell he knew you'd touched yourself to the thought of him at night, imagining his large biceps choking you out while his hands explored your body. the thought makes your cheeks burn in embarrassment, suddenly feeling hot under his unrelenting gaze.

"you know exactly what i'm talking about." he cuts in, voice rough and frayed around the edges as he stares down at you. "you're a smart girl. too smart to be pretending like you're clueless." he says, and the harsh raspiness in his voice is near sinful as the thoughts you'd been having about him for years begin to rush back to the forefront of your mind.

your breath hitches, eyes finally meeting his as you take in his expression. he's clearly holding himself back for you, giving you enough room to push him away if you wanted. but he's right, you can't deny the way your stomach lurches as all the filthy, shameful fantasies you'd had about him begin to flood your thoughts as you stared at him in shock. and now he was standing right here in your dad’s kitchen, close enough that you could feel the heat of his body, smell the bourbon on his breath, see the faint sheen of sweat at the base of his throat.

leon’s gaze searched your face, reading every flicker of emotion. when you didn’t immediately deny it, something in his expression shifted— the restraint cracking just a little more. he leaned in slowly, forehead nearly resting against yours, his voice dropping to a low, sinful whisper that sent heat pooling low in your belly.

"you've been thinking about it, haven't you?" he whispered, the words slow and sinful, each one dragging across your skin like rough silk. your breath hitches, eyes widening as you realize he probably knew everything. you were mortified. "thinking about the way i'd touch you," he says, hand reaching out to tilt your chin up so you were forced to look right up at him. "the way i'd ruin you for any other guy your age..." a low, breathy exhale leaves your lips at his brazenness, lips parted in awe as you let him touch you. his thumb travelled along your jaw, the calloused pad tracing along the bone until it reaches your lower lip.

"i'd take my time with you," he starts, voice dropping even lower as he pulls his thumb down, flicking your bottom lip before it settles back in place. "start slow. get you used to how a man like me takes care of a pretty thing like you." he says, and you have to bite back a whimper at how hot the situation is. it's worlds better than you could have ever imagined. his hands pause for a second before moving lower, running his fingers down your neck and ghosting over your collarbone. the touch was feather-light, but it left a trail of heat in its wake, making your skin prickle with anticipation.

his gaze followed the path of his hand, dark blue eyes raking openly over your flushed chest, the thin straps of your tank top, and the way your breasts rose and fell with your quickened breathing. he paused there for a moment, fingers hovering just above the swell of your chest, as if giving you one last chance to stop him. "do you want that?" he asks, his eyes flickering up to your flushed face. "want me to show you how good it feels when someone who knows what he's doing puts his hands on you?"

you bite down hard on your lower lip to keep the whimper from escaping, hands sweaty as they twitch at your sides. the situation was overwhelming in the best possible way— far hotter than any late-night fantasy you’d ever allowed yourself. leon kennedy, your dad’s best friend, the man you’d secretly wanted for years, was standing in your father’s kitchen with his body pressed close to yours, his large hands exploring your skin while your dad snored obliviously in the next room. it was so sinful, but in the best fucking way possible.

"god, yes." you breathed, eyes glassy with pure need. "i can't fucking take this anymore..." you admit, eyes staring into his eyes needily, the last of your resolve shattering as you breathe heavily. his hands twitch on your chest, eyes hungrily piercing into yours as he takes in your heated confession. he inhales deeply, eyes closing briefly before his other hand slides up to cup the back of your neck, holding you in place while his mouth crashes down onto yours in a kiss that was anything but gentle.

he kissed you like a man starved, the hand resting on your chest clamping down around the swell of your breast as he pushes you into the counter with his larger body. you gasp sharply, hands scrambling for purchase on the counter behind you as he licks into your mouth with his tongue. the bitter taste of bourbon lingered as he devoured you, groaning softly into the kiss when you whimpered against him. his body presses you harder into the counter, the thick, heavy line of his cock pressing insistently against your stomach through his jeans.

your brows pull together, hips shifting slightly higher as you ground yourself against his thick cock. he groans, pulling back from your mouth once he feels your core pressed up against his. "fuck, don't do that, baby." he grunts, hands sliding down from your chest and neck to grip your hips to halt your movements.

you raise a brow at him, hand moving to run down his veiny arm that bulges from your touch. "do what? thought you said we should stop this little dance, leon." you smirk, fingers reaching up to finally squeeze at his bicep you'd been dying to touch for years. it's meaty under your grip, and you have to bite your lip to stop from moaning at how satisfying it feels. leon huffs, clearly torn as you stare with so much desire in your gaze that it makes him want to take you right over this counter.

"fuck, you’re gonna kill me," he mutters, voice gravel-rough and barely above a whisper. his free hand comes up, large and calloused, wrapping around your wrist— not pulling you away, but holding you there, like he can’t decide if he wants to stop you or make sure you never let go. his thumb strokes once over your pulse point, right where your heartbeat is hammering wildly.

he leans in closer, so close you can feel the heat rolling off his body, the faint scent of gun oil and something darker, warmer, clinging to his skin. those blue eyes drop to your mouth for a beat too long before flicking back up, dark with warning and want.

"i did say we should stop," he admits, the words dragged out like they physically pain him. his grip on your wrist tightens just enough to make you feel it. "your dad’s twenty feet away, snoring on the couch. one wrong sound and this ends with me getting shot and you grounded till you’re forty." he knows one of you has to be rational, and as much as he wants to bend you over and have you screaming, that would be much less than ideal with your dad asleep in the living room.

"but you keep looking at me like that..." he starts, lips brushing the shell of your ear, "like you want me to bend you over this counter and fuck you until you can't walk straight. like you want me to fucking ruin you for—" he cuts himself off with a sharp exhale, forehead dropping to rest against yours for just a second, eyes squeezed shut like he’s praying for strength he doesn’t have.

"and what if i do... want you to ruin me?" you ask, eyes staring up at him pleadingly as you feel him tense against your body. his eyes shoot open, pupils wide and dangerous as he looks down at you, a low groan leaving his throat as he chuckles lowly. he was done, fucking done denying himself of you, no matter how wrong or taboo it was.

"jesus christ," he breathes, the words a half-prayer, half-surrender as he pulls back from your forehead to rake over your form. he pauses for a moment, as if he was considering every filthy thing he'd wanted to do to you tonight. "you want me to ruin you?" he asks, hands sliding back up your body and under the thin material of your shirt. "then you better be fuckin' quiet, sweetheart." he adds, hands cupping your bare breasts through your tank, and it takes everything in you to not moan.

you stare into his eyes while he fondles your breasts, hands gripping the counter behind you for purchase when his thumbs pass over your nipples. leon's breath is heavy, his eyes drinking in every reaction from you as you try to keep quiet. his right hand moves to shove your shirt above your chest, the fabric pooling near your collarbones as his stare burns into you.

"fuck, you've got such pretty tits," he confesses breathily, his large, rough hands switching from groping the soft flesh to take your pebbled nipples between his thumb and forefinger, rolling the buds between his fingers deliciously. you moan softly, eyebrows pulling together in pleasure from how good it feels. "be quiet. don't make me shut you up myself." he warns, tugging on your sensitive nipples, rolling and pinching them with just enough roughness to make your thighs tremble. the sharp sting of pleasure shoots straight down to your clit, making you clench around nothing.

when another tiny sound threatens to escape, he moves fast. one large hand leaves your breast only to clamp firmly over your mouth, palm sealing tight against your lips, muffling any noise before it can form. his other hand stays on your chest, still tormenting your nipple, twisting it slowly while he watches your eyes widen above his palm. "shhh," he hushes, voice velvety as he fondles you. "that's better. can't have you waking daddy while i play with his baby girl's pretty tits, can we?" he drawls, and your thighs press together at the riskiness of the situation. god, it was so wrong, but it felt way too fucking good for you to stop.

you nod slowly, hands gripping the counter behind you in a death-grip as you attempt to calm yourself down. he hums quietly, lowering his hand from your mouth and sliding down your hips. his other hand follows soon after, resting on your hips briefly before moving. his hands tug at the waistband of your shorts, hands pausing for a second before looking up at you for approval. you nod eagerly, and he quickly rids you of your flimsy shorts.

you're left in your panties and tank (which had been roughly pushed up by him) as you step out of your shorts and kick them to the side. there's a tiny wet spot on the front of your panties, and leon's jaw jumps at the sight.

"fuck me..." he breathes, the words rough and reverent all at once. he steps closer to you, right hand settling on your hip while his other rests on the counter behind your back. his hand on your hip dips lower, his touch making your skin tingle as he runs his fingers down your abdomen. he moves a little lower, fingers gently grazing your lower stomach, and you shiver at the touch. he pauses for a second, fingers skimming the delicate lace of your underwear before finally dipping under the wet fabric.

his fingers slide into your underwear with ease, middle finger brushing against your pulsating clit before moving lower to feel your wetness. you bite your lip, closing your eyes briefly to focus on not making any noise. leon exhales deep, his breath catching in his throat as his fingers glide through your folds. "jesus... you're fucking drenched," he groans under his breath, the words barely audible. his fingers drag through your wetness again, collecting the slick on his fingers before ghosting over your throbbing clit again. "this how badly you wanted me to ruin you? huh? bet no guys your age could ever get close to getting you this fucking soaked."

a moan threatens to spill from your lips at his filthy words, but you swallow it down. your pussy clenches from his touch, threatening to pull his fingers inside as you let out a shaky exhale. he circles your clit with the pad of his middle finger, slow, agonizing circles that make your hips buck against his hand. he dips them lower again, finally pushing two thick fingers inside you in one deep stroke. you accommodate them enthusiastically, pussy clenching around the digits as he curls them upwards.

"tight little thing, aren't you?" he says, pressing a soft kiss to your temple as he watches his fingers disappear into your cunt under your panties. his eyes take you in, the way your chest heaves up and down under his ministrations, the way your nipples tighten from the cool air in the kitchen... it was almost unreal. his thumb stretches upward to rub tiny circles into your clit, the bud pulsing painfully as his fingers set a steady pace inside you.

you suck in a breath, head turning to the side to bury your face into his chest while your right hand grasps onto his shoulder for purchase. leon hums lowly, cock straining against his pants as he feels you tremble against him. he can feel every pulse of your clit, every flutter of your tight walls around his fingers and it's driving him insane.

"fucking hell," he whispers, the strain in his voice thick and raw as his cock twitches against the front of his jeans. "can only imagine how fucking tight you're gonna be when you cum on my cock. shit, you're gonna kill me, baby." he groans, thumb pressing harder against your clit as he fucks his fingers impossibly deeper into your leaking hole. your slick is practically coating his hand, but he doesn't fucking care. all he's focused on is making you cream around his fingers for the first time.

his fingers speed up drastically, and you have to bite your lip to control your moans. your nails are practically digging into his shoulder, tears pricking at your eyes as you feel a pit begin to form in your stomach. he curls his fingers in deep, delicious thrusts that hit that perfect spot over and over, thumb rubbing firm, steady circles on your swollen clit. he angles his wrist just right, fucking you a little harder, a little faster, pushing you right up to the edge of your orgasm.

leon's free hand wraps around your shoulder, pulling you against his solid chest so you can muffle every shaky breath and broken whimper into his shirt. his lips brush the top of your head, then drop down close to your ear, "you gonna cum?" he asks softly, pressing a short kiss to your temple. you nod against his chest, legs shaky as he digs his thumb into your sensitive clit.

leon feels your frantic little nod against his chest and the way your pussy suddenly clamps down hard around his thick fingers, and it rips a low, guttural sound from deep in his throat. "yeah?" he breathes, voice strained and dark right against your ear. "gonna cum right here on my hand while your dad's in the next room asleep?" he whispers, and your eyebrows pull together from how filthy it all sounds.

his fingers don’t slow down— they fuck you harder, faster, curling relentlessly against that spongy spot with every thrust while his thumb grinds down firmly on your swollen clit, rubbing tight, merciless circles. "go on then," he whispers, coercing you to finally fall apart on his fingers. "show me how fucking good it feels." he says, fucking his fingers deeper into your twitching cunt.

your pussy clenches harder around him, harsh, ragged breaths leaving your lips as you finally cum on his fingers. your legs nearly give out as your orgasm rakes over you explosively, walls clamping down on his fingers violently while your clit throbs under his thumb. you press your face into his chest deeper, a tiny, quiet moan leaving your lips as you writhe in his hold. leon rubs small, barely there circles into your clit to drag your orgasm out as long as possible, watching in delight as you breathe hard into his chest.

"fuck, that's right," he whispers, slowing his pace down a bit as you twitch from the overstimulation creeping up on you. "good fucking girl... only i can make this tight little pussy cum this hard, huh?" he says, hand coming up to smooth over your hair, letting you tremble and ride your intense orgasm out while your muffled whimpers disappear into his shirt. only when your thighs begin to close in on his hand does he finally ease his fingers out of your wet cunt, patting your pussy softly before slipping them out of your panties.

your breath is hot as you pant into his shirt, trying to catch your breath from the intense orgasm he just gave you. you slowly move from his chest, hand gripping his shoulder tighter for support as you look into his eyes. leon’s eyes darken even more as he pulls back enough to look at your face— you're wrecked, lips swollen from biting them so hard, eyes dazed with faint tear streaks visible on your cheeks. he can't help the way his cock twitches in his pants upon knowing you were crying from how good it felt. it did something to him, made him carnal, hungry, desperate with the need to fucking ruin you.

"fuck," he grunts, thumb coming up to caress your cheek, looking into your eyes with a new, primal hunger stirring within him. "you have no idea what this does to me, baby." he confesses, fingers pressing against your lips as he shoves his cum-slicked fingers into your wet mouth. you eagerly take them, glossy eyes looking up at him as you suck on his fingers.

"that's right..." leon’s voice drops into something even darker, rougher, as he watches you suck so eagerly on his cum-slicked fingers. "such a dirty fucking girl, letting an old man like me have my way with you." he pushes his fingers a little deeper, pressing down on your tongue, reveling in the way you swirl your tongue and suck his fingers like you’re starving for it. his cock twitches painfully in his jeans at the obscene sight. you were addictive, like his own personal brand of heroin that he couldn't stop reaching for.

"god, i'm gonna fucking ruin you." he vows, removing his fingers from your mouth slowly with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting them to your swollen lips for a moment before it breaks. you stare up at him eagerly, biting your lip as your eyes travel down to the obvious erection straining in his pants. you reach down, hand gripping his thick cock through his jeans as you palm him. he lurches forward a bit, hand reaching out to rest on the counter beside you, caging you in.

"you're so big, leon. gonna feel so good inside me..." you whisper, eyes darting up to his face as you take in his tense expression. his jaw was tight, teeth grinding with every teasing little squeeze to his cock, hands gripping the counter so hard his knuckles turned white.

"fuck," he hisses through gritted teeth, jaw clenched so hard the muscle jumps. his eyes squeeze shut for a second, fighting for control, before they snap back open. his stare was dark and primal as his eyes pierced into yours, unrelenting. "greedy little slut," he grunts, voice dangerously low as he continues, "talking like that while your dad's asleep in the other room... you really are fucking filthy, aren't you?" he degrades, and a part of you thinks you should feel offended, but you aren't. it was all too hot, all too intense for you to try and think rationally right now.

he leans in closer, forehead nearly touching yours, his hot breath fanning across your lips as you continue to palm him. you can feel how hard he is— thick, heavy, throbbing under your touch, the heat of him burning through the denim. he reaches down and grabs your wrist, stopping your teasing strokes, but he doesn’t pull your hand away. instead, he presses your palm firmer against his erection, grinding into your touch once with a quiet, frustrated sound.

"this what you fucking want?" he grits out, leaning in so close his lips brush against yours as he speaks. "want to feel how big i am? how deep i can stretch that tight little pussy?" he whispers roughly, and your lips part slightly at how filthy he's being. this was a hundred times better than any little fantasy you'd had of him in the quiet of your bedroom. leon’s eyes are nearly black now, pupils blown wide as the last threads of control begin to fray as he stares down at your parted lips and flushed face.

you could hardly believe this was real. the way he talked to you was so incredibly dirty that it made your clit throb against the fabric of your ruined panties. you breathe shakily as you gather the courage to speak, "yes, i... want you to ruin me... for anyone else." you confess, eyebrows pulling together as your glossy eyes stare pleadingly into his sharp ones. "please, leon, need your cock so bad," you whimper, hand gripping him tighter through the rough fabric. he curses sharply under his breath, a large hand grasping at your wrist to halt your ministrations.

"fuck, baby," he whispers, sucking in a sharp breath at your heated confession. he leans closer, voice dripping with lust as his lips graze the shell of your ear. "yeah? want me to wreck that sweet little pussy so good you'll forget anyone else ever existed?" he purrs, mouthing at the sensitive spot beneath your ear, breath hot and heavy against your skin. you nod feverishly, the pure filth of his words affecting you more than you'd like to admit.

he chuckles darkly against your neck, the low vibration sending shivers straight down your spine as his lips brush over that sensitive spot again, teasing with just the edge of his teeth. he finally pulls back, hands sliding down to his hips to tug at his belt. "you'll get that, baby," he whispers, unbuttoning his pants and pulling the zipper down impatiently. "i'll give you every fuckin' inch 'til that sweet little cunt's ruined for good." he says, shoving his pants and boxers down just enough to free himself.

his thick, veined cock springs free, heavy and rock-hard, the flushed head already leaking precum. he's intimidatingly big— long, girthy, curving slightly upward in a way that threatens to hit every sensitive spot inside you. he wraps one large hand around the base and strokes himself once, slowly, letting you see exactly what you've been aching for all these years. you might just pass away from how big he is alone, mouth agape as you ogle his length, breath getting caught in your throat as you struggle to compute how that was going to fit inside you.

he catches the way your eyes widen in stunned silence as he strokes himself, chest swelling with pride as he lets out a breathy chuckle at your expression. "oh, baby," he starts, voice lowering to a sultry drawl. "nobody your age been this big before, huh?" he questions mockingly, hand on his cock stilling as he reaches out to you, gripping your jaw tightly with his large hand.

his thumb presses into your bottom lip, tilting your face up so you have no choice but to keep staring into his sharp, hungry eyes while he drinks in every bit of your fucked-out expression. "don't worry," he mumbles, reveling in the way your lip quivers ever so slightly. "i'll make sure you take every inch." he purrs, releasing your jaw slowly, fingers trailing down your neck and over your collarbone before sliding possessively along your hip.

he steps a little closer, foot wedging between your bare legs to spread your thighs, the heat of his body pressing against you as his deft hands trail lower. his fingers hook into the waistband of your soaked panties, and he tugs them down your legs impatiently. the drenched fabric peels away from your slick, puffy folds with a wet sound that makes his eyes darken even more. you step out of them once they reach your feet, kicking the ruined scrap of fabric next to your abandoned shorts he discarded earlier.

his gaze drops to your now completely exposed cunt, glistening and swollen, practically weeping for him. a low, appreciative groan rumbles deep in his chest, vibrating through the space between you as he takes in every shiny, puffy inch of your dripping pussy. "fuckin' beauty," he says, admiring your soaked cunt that flutters around nothing as he spreads you open with his fingers. "so fucking pretty, baby... this little cunt was made just for me, huh?" he teases, thick fingers dragging slowly, deliberately through your drenched folds, parting them with a wet, obscene glide that makes your hips twitch.

the slick sounds are louder than you'd like in the quiet room as he circles your swollen clit once before dipping lower to tease your entrance, pressing just the tip of one finger inside you only to pull back and spread your arousal everywhere. "greedy girl," he whispers, the words hot against the nape of your neck before he pulls back, his breath sending shivers racing down your spine. he nips at the sensitive skin there before pulling back just enough to look down between your bodies again.

his hand sneaks under your thigh, strong hands hooking it up and over his hip, opening you up to him as he steps in closer. you grip the counter behind you for balance, the leg that was planted on the floor already wobbly from your previous orgasm. the blunt, leaking head of his thick cock presses right against your slick entrance, your walls immediately fluttering from just the ghost of his tip nudging at your folds. he grunts quietly at your neediness, hand on your thigh gripping the supple flesh tighter.

"listen to me," he starts, voice dropping into that dangerous tone that sends a shiver racing down your spine. "i'm only gonna say this once, baby." he reinforces, free hand gripping the base of his cock to line himself up with your dripping hole. "the louder you are," he warns, each syllable slow and deliberate, laced with dark promise, "the rougher i get." your breath hitches at the threat, hands trembling as you gulp thickly. you nod, exhaling shakily as you condition yourself in your mind to be quiet.

he presses the blunt, swollen tip right against your dripping hole, rubbing it up and down through your slick in lazy, torturous strokes, coating himself in your wetness and letting you feel the heavy weight and heat of him right there. the fat head nudges and slides over your swollen clit, then drags back down to kiss your tight hole again and again, spreading your arousal everywhere until his entire length is shiny and slick with you. every slow pass makes your thigh tremble against his grip, letting out a quiet, impatient whine at his teasing.

"remember what i said," he reminds you, voice gruff and demanding. "be a good girl and keep those pretty sounds quiet for me." with that warning hanging in the air, he finally stops teasing. he grips your thigh harder, fingers digging deep into the soft flesh, and pushes forward in one slow, relentless motion. the thick head breaches your entrance with a wet pop, stretching you wide as he sinks the first few inches inside your tight heat. the burn is immediate and intense, your walls forced to accommodate his massive girth.

your throw your head back in pleasure, a silent cry leaving your parted lips as you brace yourself against the counter, knuckles turning white. you can feel every vein, every ridge dragging against your sensitive walls, and it makes your thighs tremble violently. a broken, shaky exhale leaves you as he keeps pushing, sinking more of his thick cock inside you. your eyes flutter shut for a second, brows pulling tightly together as the overwhelming fullness makes your stomach tighten. you’ve never felt anything like this. never felt so stretched, so full, and he’s not even all the way in yet.

a tiny, helpless whimper slips out before you can stop it, the sound barely audible, trembling in the back of your throat. "leon…" you whisper brokenly, voice cracked and barely there, eyes fluttering open just enough to look up at him with glassy, pleading eyes.

the moment his name leaves your lips, leon’s hips stutter for half a second. his sharp blue eyes darken instantly, pupils blown wide as he stares down at your wrecked expression. his grip on your thigh tightens almost painfully, fingers digging deep bruises into your soft skin. "shhh, baby," he grunts quietly, voice low and dangerous against your ear. "i told you to be quiet." but even as he warns you, he doesn’t stop. instead, he pushes forward again, forcing another thick inch into your fluttering cunt. the wet, obscene sound of your slick coating his cock fills the small space between you as your walls stretch even wider around him.

you whimper again, softer this time, biting down hard on your lower lip until you taste copper. tears prick hot at the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming stretch. your pussy clenches hard around his heavy length buried inside you, sucking him deeper even as it struggles to take him. "leon... can't, 'stoo much.." you gasp quietly, voice barely a whisper, hands gripping the counter impossibly tight.

your words dissolve into another quiet, broken whimper as he rocks his hips and sinks the rest of the way in with one final, devastating thrust. he bottoms out completely, hips flush against yours, every long, girthy inch of his cock buried to the hilt inside your tight, dripping pussy. the blunt head presses hard against your cervix, the fullness so intense you swear you could feel him in your stomach.

your hands scramble from the counter to clutch desperately at his shoulders, nails digging into the tight fabric of his compression shirt. your leg shakes uncontrollably where it's hooked around him, pussy gushing slick around his cock from how full you are. leon groans lowly, forehead pressed to yours as he stills, letting you feel every throbbing inch of him buried inside you.

"goddamn, you feel perfect," he rasps, lips brushing against yours. "pretty pussy’s ruined now, isn’t it?" he says, a low, broken mewl slipping from your lips the second he starts pulling his hips back, dragging every thick vein and ridge along your sensitive walls until only the swollen head remains stretching your entrance.

before you can complain, he slams back in with one powerful thrust, burying every inch to the hilt in a single stroke. the wet slap of his hips meeting yours is quiet but filthy. your eyes roll back, a silent cry catching in your throat as the blunt head kisses your cervix again, the fullness so intense it makes your belly tighten.

leon’s hand quickly clamps over your mouth again, large palm sealing tight against your lips, muffling any sound before it can escape. his sharp blue eyes bore into yours, dark and dangerous. "be quiet," he warns, voice rough and dripping with dark promise as he rolls his hips into your needy cunt, "or i’ll have to get real rough with this pretty pussy while your dad’s sleeping in there." you nod frantically against his palm, eyes glassy and wet with unshed tears. he hums in satisfaction, still keeping his hand firmly pressed to your mouth as he resumes his thrusts.

he starts slow at first. long, deep strokes that pull almost all the way out before sliding back in, forcing your walls to stretch wide around his girth again and again. each thrust punches the air from your lungs. the thick head of his cock drags against that sensitive spongy spot inside you, then presses firmly against your cervix on every stroke. his thrusts are relentless, almost painful, but the pleasure is so sharp it makes your thigh shake where it's hooked around his waist.

"so fucking tight," leon grits out, voice low and strained right beside your ear. "pretty pussy needed this stretch, huh, baby?" your walls flutter hard around his thick cock at the filthy praise, clenching down so tightly it draws another low groan from his chest. you can feel every inch of him, every vein pulsing inside you, the slight upward curve pressing firmly against your walls before the blunt head kisses your cervix again and again.

you nod eagerly against his palm, a muffled, desperate sound vibrating against his hand. your pussy clenches around him, fluttering and pulsing as the coil in your belly winds tighter and tighter. your neglected clit throbs painfully between your folds, sending little electric jolts through your core with every grind of his hips.

leon chuckles darkly against your ear, the sound rough and satisfied. "yeah... that's what i thought." he murmurs, voice dripping with lust as he rolls his hips in a slow, grinding circle, making his cock shift deep inside you. "been aching for a real man’s cock, haven’t you? no boy your age could ever fill you up like this."

he pulls back almost all the way, letting you feel the aching emptiness for just a second, before slamming back in with one deep, powerful thrust. the wet slap is quiet but obscene. your eyes roll back again, a silent cry catching in your throat as the sudden fullness punches the air from your lungs. "shhh, easy baby," he whispers, lips brushing the shell of your ear while his hand stays sealed over your mouth. "keep quiet for me, now. you’re doing so good… taking every inch like you were made just for me." his praise makes your pussy flutter even harder around him, each thrust dragging heavily against every sensitive ridge inside you.

his hand gripping your thigh reaches down to rub tight, hard circles into your clit, the sensitive bud pulsing under his thumb. you nearly let out a whine, but leon's hand on your mouth reminds you that you can't, a silent reminder of his dominance. his fingers press firmer over your mouth as he feels you flutter around his cock, a low, approving growl rumbling in his chest.

he doesn’t let up. the rhythm of his thrusts stay deep and punishing, pulling back until only the thick, swollen head stretches your entrance, before driving back in with that same brutal snap of his hips. each thrust forces another wet, filthy sound from where your bodies meet, the obscene slide of him filling you completely, over and over, the heavy weight of his balls tapping softly against you with every thrust.

his thumb keeps working your clit in relentless, tight circles, never slowing, even as your thigh starts to tremble violently. the pressure builds fast and vicious, that aching coil tightening low in your belly until your vision starts to blur at the edges and fresh tears slip down your cheeks.

leon leans in closer, lips grazing the sensitive skin just below your ear as he whispers, hot and filthy, "you gonna cum again for me like this? gonna cream all over my cock while i keep you quiet?" he angles his hips just right on the next thrust, grinding the fat head of his cock hard against that spongy spot deep inside you while his fingers pinch and rub your swollen clit in perfect, merciless sync. your eyebrows pull together in sheer pleasure, glossy eyes staring into his as you listen to his filthy words.

"yeah? gonna let daddy’s friend fucking wreck you right here in the kitchen?" your pussy clenches violently around his thick cock, walls fluttering and spasming as another wave of slick gushes out around him, coating his shaft and making the wet sounds of his thrusts even filthier in the quiet kitchen. leon groans lowly as you clench around him, hand moving back up to press your thigh against your chest. "i think you like hearing how wrong this is. like knowing your dad’s best friend is balls-deep inside his baby girl while he's asleep on the couch."

you let out a quiet sob into his hand, pussy clamping down relentlessly against his cock as you nod desperately. you loved it, you loved how risky it was, how wrong it was, how absolutely fucking filthy he was. it was so much better than you'd ever imagined.

his thumb returns to your swollen clit, rubbing tight, fast circles that have your thighs shaking uncontrollably. the coil in your belly is on the verge of snapping, burning hotter with every filthy word he breathes against your ear. "yeah... that's it, baby," he whispers, voice rough and dripping with lust as he grinds his cock deep, the fat head bullying your g-spot without mercy. "cum all over this cock like the dirty girl you are."

the command, paired with the perfect grind of his hips and the merciless pressure on your clit, sends you hurtling over the edge again. your entire body locks up, back arching hard against the counter as a silent, shattering orgasm rips through you. your pussy clamps down like a vice around his thick length, pulsing and fluttering wildly as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you. fresh tears spill down your cheeks while you bite down hard on your lip to stay quiet, only tiny, broken whimpers escaping against his palm.

leon groans low and deep, his cock twitching hard inside your spasming cunt as he feels you fall apart around him. "fuck... yeah," he grunts, burying his head into your shoulder while he fucks you through the intensity of your orgasm. "good girl, such a good fucking girl." he praises, voice strained as he fucks you through it with slower, grinding thrusts, letting you ride out every last pulse.

leon’s low groan vibrates against your shoulder as your orgasm drags him right to the edge with you. your walls pulse and flutter around his thick cock, milking him relentlessly while slick gushes out around his shaft. the wet heat of you, the way you clamp down on him, the quiet, broken whimpers you couldn't quiet against his palm— it’s almost too much.

he keeps thrusting through your climax, slower now, deep and grinding rolls of his hips that drag every thick inch along your fluttering walls. the overstimulation makes your thighs shake violently where one is still hooked over his hip, but he holds you steady in his strong grip, forehead pressed to yours as he watches your face with dark, hungry eyes.

"god, you're gonna make me fucking cum," he grits out, voice wrecked and strained against your lips as he fucks you through your orgasm. your eyebrows pull together as the shocks of pleasure-pain begin to take over, soft whimpers falling from your mouth as his thrusts begin to turn sloppy. "so fucking tight... shit, i'm fucking close," he grunts, hand moving down from your mouth to gain purchase on your right hip, using it as leverage to pull you into each deep thrust.

his thrusts turn shorter, more erratic, the wet sounds of him moving through your soaked heat growing louder in the quiet room. you can feel him throbbing harder inside you, right on the cusp of his release. "god... fucking take it," he grits out against your neck, pulling your hips against his cock rougher as you bite down on your lip so hard you taste blood.

the filthy edge in his words, paired with the very real risk of your dad sleeping just down the hall, sends another rush of heat straight to your core. your pussy clenches involuntarily around him, milking his throbbing length. "shit, i'm cumming, fuck—" leon’s voice breaks into a low, strained groan as he buries himself to the hilt with one final, rough grind.

his cock pulses violently inside you, thick and heavy, flooding your fluttering walls with hot, heavy spurts of cum. you feel every pulse, every twitch of his cock as he empties himself deep inside you, his grip on your right hip almost bruising while he rocks through it. his movements push his release even further inside, a small whimper leaving you as you feel his tip kiss the deepest part inside you.

"jesus fucking christ," he moans lowly against your neck, rocking his hips slowly into your cunt as he fucks you through the rest of his high. he keeps grinding in slow circles, making sure you feel every inch of him while your walls continue to flutter and milk the last drops from his throbbing cock. "fuck, that's right, so good, so fucking good baby," he praises, pressing small little kisses into your neck where your pulse thrums rapidly as you try to catch your breath.

he stays buried deep, cock still twitching with the occasional aftershock inside your cum-filled heat. the grip on your right hip slowly eases, his fingers stroking over the flushed skin in gentle, apologetic circles where he’d held you so tightly. he pulls out slowly, the wet sound filling the quiet room as his thick cock slides free from your fluttering pussy. you immediately feel the warm rush of his cum leaking out of you, dripping down your folds and sliding down the inside of your thigh.

you wince slightly, the cool kitchen air kissing your cunt as your legs settles back down on the ground below you shakily. you huff out a breath, hands gripping the counter behind you to steady yourself before looking up at leon.

he's breathing heavily, eyes closed and brows pulled together tight as his hands rest upon the counter beside your form, caging you in. a faint sheen of sweat glistens on his forehead and along the line of his neck. after a few seconds, his eyes slowly open, heavy-lidded, locking onto yours. the intense hunger from moments ago has softened into something warmer, more intimate, though the corner of his mouth still twitches with a lazy, satisfied smirk.

"fuck..." he breathes out, voice low and hoarse. he leans in a little closer, one hand lifting from the counter to gently brush a strand of hair away from your face. "you okay, baby?" he inquires, taking in your post-orgasm haze as you catch your breath. you offer him a quiet nod, a small smile gracing your features as you stare at him. leon’s eyes linger on your face for a long moment, his thumb tracing lightly along your cheekbone.

"good," he murmurs, voice still rough but quieter now. "let's get you upstairs before your dad wakes up." he presses one last soft kiss to your forehead, then carefully pulls back. he pulls his boxers and pants up in one smooth motion, efficiently tucking himself back inside. his hands slide to your waist, steadying you as your legs continue to tremble. with gentle movements, he helps you tug your panties and shorts back up your thighs, though the fabric immediately feels the warm, sticky mess of his cum still leaking from you and soaking into the material.

"easy, baby," he whispers when you sway a little. one strong arm wraps around your lower back, pulling you against his chest for support while his other hand adjusts himself in his pants slightly. "i’ve got you." he keeps you close as you both quietly slip out of the kitchen, moving through the dark hallway on quiet feet. the living room is still quiet— your dad’s soft snoring drifts from the couch, completely unaware.

you let out a sigh of relief, the nervous thrum of your heart slowing a bit at the sight of your dad still sound asleep. leon’s hand stays firm on your waist the entire way, guiding you up the stairs with careful, measured steps until you’re safely inside your bedroom. he closes the door shut quietly, turning around to see you flopping face-first into your bed.

leon makes his way to the edge of your bed, watching the way your body sinks into the mattress, exhaustion pulling you under. the room is quiet except for your heavy breathing and his steady breaths. he reaches out and gently brushes a strand of hair from your face, the touch careful and warm. "you did so good for me," he murmurs, hand stroking your hair down where it was messily tangled. you hum, turning your head and looking into his eyes with a soft expression on your face.

"we need to be smart about this," he starts, and you purse your lips at the thought of sneaking around your dad. you nod slowly, taking in his words as you try and think of a solution. he leans in slightly, eyes searching yours. "what do you think? what do you want out of this?" he asks quietly, hand settling on your shoulder while his thumb rubs fond circles into the soft skin.

you bite your lip, thinking, then murmur, "maybe… we could start with just normal time together first. like... actual dates outside the house. and then see how it feels before we decide about telling my dad." leon’s mouth curves into a small, approving smile. he gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze.

"yeah?" he asks, a tiny smile breaking out onto his face. "we'll do that then, baby," he reassures you, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. you smile, nodding silently while leaning into his touch. your eyes flutter shut for a moment, basking in his touch as you feel your eyes get heavier.

"how 'bout you get some sleep, huh?" he suggests, and you smile softly, opening your eyes once more to stare into his, a fond expression gracing his usually hardened features. you let out a contented sigh before sitting up and pressing a firm yet soft kiss to his lips. he immediately kisses back, a hand coming up to caress your cheek softly.

leon pulls back slowly, resting his forehead on yours before speaking up, "i've gotta go back downstairs in case he wakes up," he huffs, pressing a short kiss to your pouted lips. "don't you worry, baby. i'll be over here all summer." he chuckles, and you can't help the big smile that breaks out across your face.

indeed he will be.

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