The tension in the room was high, hot and filled with the filthy sounds of you choking and Leon groaning deep in his chest.

You've got him swallowed almost all the way to the back of your throat, drool and pre-cum dripping passed the seal of your lips to pool against his pelvis and run down his balls.

"Gonna put me in the grave you know that?" He asks, his brow furrowed and jaw tense and as he practically hisses it passed his teeth.

You swallowed around him with a moan in response while trying your best to breathe, your eyes watering and heart pounding in your ears. The feeling of his fingers in your hair trying to pull you up sparked a fire in you though, determined to make him cum.

"Breathe through your nose baby" he panted, his chest heaving as he sat at the edge of the couch, caging you in with his thighs.

Your eyes rolled back as he thrust against the tight hole of your throat, moaning curses as the hand that was in your hair tightened up and the other splayed against your back effectively keeping you pinned. A dirty toy to use.

"Fuck baby," he groaned, his tone tapering into that quiet whimper, "just breathe through your nose for me".

"You know our reservation is in ten minutes" Leon murmured against your ear, a soft smirk on his lips as you whined, your clothed pussy wet and clenching around nothing.

His strong, scarred up hands squeezed your hips, holding you down against his thick thigh as you spasmed with a moan.

"I know, I know, I just... really missed you" you panted, your dress riding farther up your legs and waist.

He groaned lowly at that, sending a spark of pleasure to your core.

"I missed you too, Mrs.Kennedy"

You had never heard anyone die until now.

Bodies falling to the floor around you as chaos broke out briefly, shouts and blades clashing before finally the last one sank to the floor with a gargled wheeze.

And then. Silence. The blindfold was tied tightly, squeezing your temples and keeping you in darkness with only your feet free curled under you, your arms secured behind your back.

You cried out in surprise as fingers moved around your face, your head whipping back and away in fright.

"Easy" a soft voice spoke, his hands gentle as he untied the cloth around your head.

You squinted as the lights in the room helped your eyes adjust enough to see him.

The guy who saved you. Standing in the middle of a semi circle of bodies leaking across the floor. And covered in their blood.

It stained across his white jacket in a garish spray, his cheeks speckled and his own throat and collarbones soaked, smeared both palms and slid in rivulets down the blade of the katana in his hand.

The way he looked, the acrid smell of the room, it should have all had you running fast and far away.

"Don't worry" he said, slinging the blood off his blade in an arching line across the floor before sliding back into its sheath. You looked into his eyes, trying to read him and only seeing calm endless pools of inky blackness, a soft smile on his lips as he wiping his hand free of blood on his oants before extending it to you.

"Im not going to hurt you".

Working at a gloryhole and recognizing a repeat customer by the way he fingers you and rolls your clit under his tongue, the way he always has you dripping down his hand as he makes you cum at least twice before he kisses your thigh and leaves with a "have a good night for me baby".

In your day to day life you wondered who he was, how he was living his life.

And the guy at the checkout counter with the pink hair and pretty amber eyes and scars sounds... familiar.

You freeze while putting away your wallet, baggy of after work snacks in your hand.

"Have a good night for me"

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