doctor, doctor give me the news

“Leon, please, I’m so close-” The words break on a high, desperate whine. You turn your face into the pillow, trying to muffle the sounds he’s dragging out of you.

His hand grabs your chin, forcing your eyes back so you have no choice but to look at him. His blue eyes are dark and far too sharp for the soft-spoken kid you used to dismiss.

“Are you close, baby?”

All you can do is nod, a broken little sound escaping every time his hips snap forward.

“Aww.” The sound is almost gentle, but the grin cutting across his face is anything but. “You poor girl.” He leans down until his lips brush your ear, never slowing the punishing rhythm of his cock. “Is it all too much?”

You nod frantically, nails biting into his shoulders. The pressure is building so fast it’s almost frightening. You’re right there, right on the edge.

“I’ll let you come.” His voice is low, almost sweet. Then the grin turns wicked. “Under one condition.”

He pulls out completely.

The sudden emptiness is brutal. Your hips jerk up on pure instinct, chasing him, but he only uses the thick head of his cock to slap lightly against your soaked, throbbing cunt. The wet sound is obscene. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes.

“You like me.” It isn’t a question. “Don’t you?”

The words hit harder than the denial of your orgasm. You squeeze your eyes shut and groan, the ache between your legs almost painful now.

“Leon, I’m so close, I-”

“Admit it.” He drags the tip up and down your entrance, coating himself in your slick, never quite pushing in.

You shake your head hard, stubborn even while you’re falling apart underneath him. You’re already taking his cock; you refuse to give him the rest.

“You liked me the very first day you met me.” His voice is calm, certain. He braces both hands beside your head, caging you in. Slowly he pushes just the head inside. The stretch is nowhere near enough. Your pathetic tears spill over.

He knows exactly what he’s doing.

You nod once.

The grin that spreads across his face is pure sin. “I need to hear you say it.”

He slams the rest of the way in with one long, brutal thrust. The force of it punches a broken sob out of your throat.

“Use your words,” he murmurs against your cheek, kissing the tears as they fall. “Like you always do.”

His pace changes, no longer the frantic, punishing rhythm from before. Now it’s slow, deep, deliberate. Every controlled drag of his cock makes you feel every inch. The fullness is almost too much after the emptiness.

“Yes,” you choke out.

He keeps moving, slow and steady, grinding against the spot that makes your vision blur.

“You wanted me,” he says quietly, eyes locked on yours. “Just as much as I wanted you.”

“Yes, Leon, yes” The confession spills out against his neck as you cling to him, completely undone.

“All the teasing.” Leon’s voice breaks on a rough moan as he drives into you harder. “All the times you said you hated me. And now you’re taking my cock like this.”

You can only nod, completely beyond words. Your mouth hangs open, broken sounds spilling out with every thrust. The wet slap of skin on skin fills the room, loud and filthy, making your head spin.

He leans down, lips brushing the shell of your ear. 

“Imagine us together,” he purrs, voice low and rough while his hips keep pounding into you without mercy.

“If you were mine, I’d do whatever the fuck you asked.”

The confession hits harder than the next deep stroke. He kisses down the side of your neck, tongue dragging over the sweat-slick skin, tasting you.

“I’d take such good care of you,” he murmurs against your throat. 

“I would be so good to you.” Another moan rumbles out of him as he grinds in deep. 

“I’d fuck you like this every night.”

His hand slips between your bodies. Fingers find your clit and start rubbing tight, precise circles. The sudden pressure makes your back arch clean off the bed, a sharp cry tearing from your throat. Your nails dig into his back hard enough to draw blood, dragging down as black stars burst behind your eyes.

“Would you like that, huh, baby?” He smiles down at you, eyes half-lidded, watching every reaction like he’s memorising them.

You have nothing left to fight with. Your chest heaves as you nod frantically, tears still wet on your cheeks.

“Leon, I only want you,” you sob against his shoulder.

His whole body tightens at the words. The circles on your clit speed up, ruthless and perfect, while his cock keeps slamming into you at the same relentless pace.

“That’s my girl.” He seals the praise with a deep, claiming kiss. 

“Now come all over my cock.”

The orgasm crashes through you in heavy, rolling waves. Your body jerks and shakes as you cry out his name, clenching around him so tightly it almost hurts. Leon holds you through every tremor, burying himself to the hilt as he follows. Hot pulses of his release flood you while he groans into your neck. Low, broken praises spilling out between laboured breaths.

“Fuck… you feel so good… took it so well for me…”

He keeps rocking into you through the aftershocks, slower now, milking every last tremor from both of you until you’re left trembling and spent beneath him. 

Leon finally pulls out and rolls onto his side, the mattress dipping under his weight as he settles next to you. Your body is still trembling, pulse hammering in your throat and between your legs, the aftershocks of everything he just did to you slow to fade. 

He doesn’t go far. Instead he leans in and presses soft, open-mouthed kisses along the curve of your bare shoulder, tasting the salt of your skin.

Your hand finds his hair almost without thinking. Fingers slide into the damp strands, combing through them gently, nails grazing his scalp. He makes a quiet sound of contentment against your skin.

For a long moment neither of you speaks. You simply look at each other in the dim light, both still catching your breath. A small, genuine smile curves his mouth, and the sight of it does something dangerous to your chest.

Your hand drifts from his hair to his face, cupping his cheek. His skin is warm under your palm. He leans into the touch without hesitation, blue eyes never leaving yours.

“I hate you,” you say quietly. The words come out softer than you intended, almost fond.