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something about: needy leon through the ages.. 18+. afab reader.
a/n: im eating up
RE2:
this leon isn't that experienced. he probably had a gf and has had sex. but? he never knew sex could be that intense. he's sitting up against the bed, and you're riding him, your pussy sucking him in with squelching sounds. he's already came more than once, his dick aching and raw. you still grinded against his pelvis, moving your hips up and down no giving him any time to catch his breath.
"b-baby.. ple- AH!-" he whined "c-c'mon ba- babe! i can't do this anymore!" he panted, his own hips betraying him by bucking against you.
you were close, until you reached a pace, up-down up-down. he gasped and his hips moved against you "d-don't stop!" he drooled "s-so good, ba-abe"
he didn't want you to stop, everything about your pussy made him happy, giddy, he could only thought of you, his brain in a one track path, were you were everything he wanted.
RE4:
this leon? he's a bit more experienced, still a spring chicken, it was all work no play for him. a few rounds passed between you, he was behind you, pounding away, your chest was pushed down, your back arched. he'd already cum 3 times, but you were relentless, he stil pounded away, he was close, your cunt was perfect, moist, gummmy, welcome. like everything he missed in spain.
leon's voice cracked, he didn't think he could go anymore, he stopped to take a breather.
"ngh-" he panted, but you began fucking yourself back, his cock hitting the right spot, that made your walls tighten, trying to milk him for all he's worth. "o-oh.. calm.. calm down bab-by..." he huffed when your feet crossed over his ass, pushing him in.
he whined, actually a high pitched one, as if it was too much for him to even be inside you.
"e-easy... ah! s'too much!"
RE6 :
in here? leon is grown. not fully, he still can learn new things. but something he always falls for?
when he laid back, hands on your hips and helped you bounce away.
leon had his back against the headboard, not fully naked, but his purple button up shirt was wrinkled and open, leaving his sweaty chest out for you to rake. his hands, calloused from handling guns and weapons, squeezed each time you fell down.
"Careful, baby..." he huffed, he still teased you, but he started to stutter, and his groans morphed into moans, and you just couldn't help yourself. so you began moving up and down faster, your pussy wanting to melt his cock with how warm it was. and just when you felt him swolle a bit, you stop, and just sit still, looking into his eyes.
"hah- oh shi- baby, please... dont tease me.." he panted, with each breath, looking into your eyes with his blues, you could feel his cheeks, he was burning up, his hands tried to make you move, he needed the movement.
"c'mon sweetheart, do you really- ngh- ah- move..'ove.." he slurred, trying to kiss you.
there was still rookie in him.
"please"
RE9:
as soon as he had signal he had texted you one thing
"coming home baby, don't make plans tomorrow"
you thought he was talking about a surprise date he had planned for you, or a whole day together. you were wrong. as soon as leon got home, he didn't take his dirty combat boots or take a shower. he kissed you, as if he had missed you for a thousand years, leon's lips deepened the kiss, the warm chapped lips he had opened and his tongue slithered into yours. then, his arms lifted you up mid kiss and carried you to the bedroom.
that's how you got here. your hips held down his hands, pushing you down and sitting on his face.
he moaned and groaned into your cunt, his nose pressing against your clit just right and pressing each time his mouth moved. you tried to move, worried about his breathing, but he growled and shoved you deeper into his face.
his wet tongue pushed in, while his lips made out with your cunt, kissing it like it was a long lost lover he would never see again. he pecked it one last time before focusing on your nub, sucking on it, nibbling it gently but desperate. you pulled on his hair, moaning that 's'too much' but he went harder, sucking, licking, nibbling.
it reached a point where you could help yourself and you came all over his face. he gave you a second to catch your air. then, he looked up to you-
leon's eyes were dilated, his chin and stubble fresh with slick, a smile on his lips, then he said.
"i missed'em..missed you..." he nuzzled into your thight "let me memorize the taste.."
he wasn't leaving until wrangling his taste of you.
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Synopsis: Another bad night for your man, but you know how to comfort him!
Tags: RE6!Leon x F!Reader, established relationship, smut, unprotected sex (don't do this, take care 🙏🏻), creampie, riding, pathetic men, whiny and crybaby Leon, mentions of dependence and post-traumatic stress, some angst, comfort and more!
Note: Hi!! I finally had time to finish this request from a while ago. It just wouldn't leave my head 😩 we don't talk about RE6!Leon enough, and I really need it. Pleasee ignore any mistakes and enjoy!💕💕
When you met Leon, years ago, you knew you were dealing with someone complex. You could see it in his eyes, which always concealed the seemingly endless pain in his life. When things escalated and the relationship became official, you came to know his wounds more deeply. The nightmares in the middle of the night, the cold sweat that trickled down his forehead when he remembered too much, or how there were times when all he wanted was to be with you.
You were the only thing that kept him sane. The only thing that kept him grounded. He felt guilty for wanting to merge his body with yours, for clinging to you until his last days. Could you blame him? He loved you like he'd never loved anyone or anything. The way you always took care of him when he was too depressed to get out of bed, how you washed his hair so gently, and above all, how you let him sink into you until he couldn't think of anything bad.
Tonight was one of those nights where dark thoughts clouded his judgment, and he couldn't stop the tears fall down for his face. His arms were tightly around you, his face buried between your tits as if letting go would mean the end of his life. Small, husky moans danced against your skin, muffling the occasional sob from Leon.
"You okay, baby?" you asked, trying to keep your tone sweet despite his length being buried deep inside you. You could practically feel his cock brushing against that delicious spot inside you with every movement you made on top of him.
All you got was a small nod, or maybe he was just rubbing his face against your chest like a big, old dog looking for love. He was a mess of tears and saliva, letting out long sighs of pleasure as he felt you ride him up and down, soaking him from base to tip. You went all the way down, until his swollen balls bumped against your entrance, then back up again, leaving only the dripping tip of his cock inside.
Your fingers brushed against his sweat-damp hair, pulling him close to your chest as you rode him slowly. His trembling hands roamed your back adoringly, drawing you closer with the need for there to be not an inch of distance between you. Your lips sought his, pouring all your feelings onto his trembling lips. He looked so fragile, panting into your mouth, his brows furrowed with pleasure and the need to silence the voices in his head.
"I love you, don't leave me..." He whispered, breathless. "Please, I love you so much, baby." Repeating his words with painful sincerity, he held you tighter, letting you bounce faster on him. His brain was completely melting, and long-forgotten tears slid down his rosy cheeks. He knew it was pathetic, but he couldn't help begging for more, pleading for you shamelessly.
His moans grew louder, more shaky, as his cock trembled inside your wet walls, making a loud, obscene squelching sound that echoed throughout the room. You were no better, the friction of your throbbing clit against his pelvis, lightly covered by pubic hair that created a path to his member, was driving you absolutely wild. That, and his wet, desperate kisses on your neck, were bringing you closer and closer to the edge.
"Look at me, please..." he begged, pulling you out of your trance. He knew you were close by the way your hot walls gripped him and the way your breathing became more frantic. "I want to see you—" he murmured, his voice hoarse with adrenaline. You opened your eyes, finding yourself confronted by a sight: his wet eyelashes fluttered quickly, his unfocused eyes showing only pure longing, and his jaw slack with pleasure. He was close too, just wanting to feel you come around his eager cock.
His hands released your hips to cup your hot face, his sweaty forehead pressed against yours to maintain eye contact. He was too busy admiring your beauty and how you crumbled around him.
Your body couldn't take it anymore, coming around his cock completely, soaking you both. Your eyes rolled back for a few seconds, feeling your walls tighten around him with spasms of pleasure. The thrusts were now slightly more frantic, wetter, helping you ride the waves of orgasm.
Leon's hips trembled helplessly beneath you, pulling your face closer to try and kiss you one last time before he came. But all he could do was groan against your mouth, breathing heavily as thick strands of hot, thick semen exploded inside you, making him forget even his own name for a second.
You moaned shakily as you felt him tremble inside you, emptying himself completely into your rubbery, sensitive walls. Your hips rubbed lazily against his, both of you panting into each other's mouths, still dazed from having come so hard. His semen, mixed with your release, began to seep from your pussy, dripping down base until it dripped onto his balls.
You leaned against his chest, and he hugged you, burying his nose in your tangled hair. His heart still pounded, trying to gather his thoughts.
"Thanks for...all." he murmured, his voice filled with the relief of being here with you. In your arms, he wasn't a tool, not an agent, he was just a man determined to love.
You were the cause of his happiness, his little paradise on earth, and he had no problem admitting it.
omg, i loove pathetic men, yummy 😋 and im so sorry I haven't been able to update often, im in the final stretch of my finals!! So i hope everyone is doing well and taking care ❤️🩹
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Zeno had no idea how touch starved he was until he met you.
At first, It's hard to believe someone would love him with no ill-intent behind it and not as a way to use him, but simply because they care. So, when he eventually loosens up around you and decides to let his guard down, Zeno allows his heart to slowly open up to you.
Gradually, small kisses turn to longer, lingering ones, either on your knuckles, lips, neck, cheeks, temple. It doesn't matter, his lips will brush, stroke and kiss each patch of your skin, any part they could get to, just so he knows you're there. His usual quick embrace turns to frequent tight hugs, desperately holding onto you like a lifeline, calmly inhaling your sweet scent, a stark contrast to the tobacco aroma stuck to his expensive clothing. His golden eyes always seem to follow your figure anytime you're around, somehow entranced by the way you make his thoughts cloud. More times than one, when you two are in public, he makes sure to protectivey keep a steady hand on your waist or lower back.
Zeno adores the pout you give him when he unexpectedly ruffles your hair, often laughing at your annoyed expression, which doesn't last long since he would rather go through hell than have you be mad at him, so he places a soft peck on your lips with an almost quiet apology, before his deft fingers thoroughly fix your messy hair. It's innocent moments like this that make him seem like a completely different man. This side of Zeno reserved only for you.
However, there are times when the urge to be as close to you as possible drives him to request certain physical intimacies, mostly for the need for comfort over pleasure, like when Zeno can't help but ask you to cockwarm him, which you delightfully agree to.
Today it feels longer than usual. Maybe because your memory blurred between the moment you walked into his dimly lit office, up until the point where you're straddling his lap right now, your skirt slightly bunched up, barely hiding the closeness of both your bodies, the way his full lengh is buried deep inside you.
Zeno is focused on his work, tranquilly reading a pile of documents he has little to no interest in. His hands aren't even touching you, yet you silently crave for them to roam your body. It's intoxicating, having to stay still like this, aching for any type of friction. Your eyes blink, your head nuzzles deeper into his chest, already dazed. The delicious feeling of him stretching you out is purely maddening as your walls tightly clench around Zeno's throbbing cock. You wanted to do this for him, you wanted to be patient, but he makes it so difficult.
"Sweetheart, stay still, please.", he whisprrs, his deep, velvety voice going straight to your core, and he can feel it.
Zeno knows how sensitive you can become in a position like this. He can't deny dragging out your pleasure is one of his favorite things. Allthough he likes to pretend hs isn't affected by the way your pussy perfectly wraps around him, his composure teeters on the edge of breaking nearly betrays him. Unexpectedly, Zeno's self control briefly falters the second his ears pick up the smallest whimper coming from you and his breath hitches, a blazing heat suddenly washes all over him, his cock excitedly twitches inside you.
"Fuck, Zeno.", you mewl, fingernails digging into his shoulder, your hips weakily thrust forward, the familiar tingle of his cockhead hitting that sweet spot inside causing a breathy moan to fall from your lips, back arching.
"How impatient you are.", a low growl escapes him. Zeno sharply inhales, his voice softens. "Baby, please. I still have a lot of work to do.", his tone deepens. "I promise there is a reward for you afterwards."
Roughly biting your lower lip, you try to steady your erratic breathing, the pounding of your heart. You try to fight the urge to rub your clit, knowing it would only lead to punishment and no satisfying reward. You close your eyes, mind attempting to linger on the pleasant pressure buildimg in your aching core. Even when you feel his length swell up inside you, you eagerly resist the impulse to selfishly stimulate yourself.
Hazily, your eyes travel upward, looking up at him with a lust-filled gaze.
"Okay, fine.", you give him a sly smile. "But hurry up or I won't last long."
"Brat.", Zeno huffs out a laugh, a smirk painted on his lips.
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love your work, esp the fic with leon and reader as friends to lovers !!! ive been thinking abt this for a hot minute but,,, hmo. agent!reader coming home after being at a bar with their friends and leon was really worried, so when they come back he’s all over them and wondering where they were and it eventually leads to really nasty smut,, like reader riding leon type smut. i totally see re4 or vendetta leon doing this , they have a place in my heart
a/n; mmmh riding vendetta leon...CRRRAAAAZY style....🤤 GOD THIS IS DELICIOUS. Thank you for the opportunity to write vendetta leon again cuz I rarely write for the movie eras nowadays. Also idk if this was meant to have any specific relationship for this fic, but there's only vague implications to an existing relationship between the two.
sum; after coming home absolutely shit-faced and needy, Leon's concern grows, much like the embarrassing tent in his sweats.
content; alcohol consumption, reader is HAMMERED, sort of subby!leon, riding, messy sex
wc; 2.2k
Leon had his fair share of disappearing at night sometimes. He had his history of drinking and leaving for the night—sometimes nights—but it was worrying when you'd disappear on a night out. Earlier in the day, you told leon you'd be going out with friends around 7 p.m., getting dinner and then going bar hopping, and you'd make sure you were home by 11 p.m.
Leon's brows furrowed as the clock neared midnight. You were usually so punctual with your timing, and you rarely ever got drunk. Of course you'd drink when you went out with friends, but never enough to make it a problem or you'd make sure you leveled it out and timed it right so you were at least coherent while being driven home. He tried calling you, but your phone just went to voice-mail. Maybe the battery died. He sighed heavily, deciding not to worry and just waiting in the bedroom for you.
It's pushing 1 a.m. when leon finally hears the door open, followed by heavy, uncoordinated footsteps and the lazy sounds of you trying to lock the door. Leon shuffled out of bed, brows furrowed faintly as he found you leaning into the door, almost unable to keep yourself upright as you fiddled with the locks on the door. Leon sighed, coming up behind you to offer support with an arm around your waist, his other hand coming to lock the two locks on the door of the apartment.
"It's one in the morning. You said you'd be home by eleven." Leon scolded quietly, helping you get rid of your jacket. You leaned into him, whining.
"I had ssss—sooo much fun." You argued.
"Yeah, smells like it." He huffed. "Is this how you feel when I come home all shit faced and smelling like alcohol?" He joked, helping you kick your shoes off before you stumbled toward the bedroom.
"Mmh, shhh, you'll wake the neighbors." You slurred, shuffling to find the wall for support as you turned back to Leon.
"Hey—hang on! Where on earth were you? You were out until one a.m., and you're not going to tell me where you were?"
"I was out! Bars. Probably a food truck or two. I dunno." You groaned at his persistent pushing to find out why you were out so late.
"You didn't answer your phone once. Not even texts before you were gone for the first hour." He frowned, meeting you where you stood against the wall, your movement antsy and whiney as you tried not to run off and avoid his scolding. You'd both realize later how hypocritical this was of him, but you only had one thought now.
"Can I show you how sss—" You interrupted yourself with a small hiccup, swallowing thickly before you continued, "s-sorry I am?" You fell forward into him, and he tensed as he caught you, letting your face bury into his neck.
He hesitated, unsure of what your apology entailed, but he helped you upright with a firm grasp around your waist. "You're drunk." He said firmly.
"Lee," you whined, hands splaying over his chest and clutching at his shirt.
"I know you needed a night out. You've been absolutely fucking swamped at work, and the missions, and the lack of alone time—"
"I don't wanna talk about work." You grumbled. "Why can't I just apologize how I want to?" You huffed.
"You're stressed. You needed a night off. You don't need to apologize."
"But you're upset."
"I'm upset because you didn't answer your phone, you got home at one in the morning, you're absolutely shit faced, and now—"
You grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him downward and making both of you stumble backward to where your back pressed to the wall with your lips crashing messily against his. Leon grunted, left hand holding your waist while his right hand smacked against the wall so he didn't fall against you.
"Shut up." You scolded, panting lightly against his lips. You deepened the sloppy kiss, lips notching together perfectly with his focus on your lower lip. After a moment, he eased into your advances, letting out a low, smooth purr of arousal.
"You—" He exhaled, trying to pull back to speak. You kept him close with a hand gripping his hair. "You are drunk." He sputtered against the kiss, only for you to pull away and huff, brows furrowing.
"I'm drunk, apologetic, and unbelievably horny. You're just lucky I made it home before I pulled over and dealt with myself." You stared up at him.
"You drove home?" He pulled back further.
"Ugh, no, I had Maddy drive me home." You groaned.
"Then how would you—"
"Empty threats, Leon! Can't you avoid questioning me for five minutes?" You leaned back, slouching against the wall with an exhausted whine.
"Maybe you should try weed instead of alcohol." He muttered.
"Weed isn't much different. Are you done lecturing me, or can I continue?" You looked up at him, eyes droopy and half-lidded. You exhaled slightly, only for the breath to be interrupted with a small hiccup and a groan. When Leon didn't answer, you moved forward and yanked him by the shirt to make him follow you to the bedroom down the hall. Before he could object—which he wasn't planning on doing—you had him pushed onto the bed and you were already ridding yourself of your clothes. You had to fiddle with the zipper of your skirt, but once that was done, you crawled onto the bed with him and straddled him.
Now, clad in only a lace set matching with a pretty midnight blue color, Leon could hardly sputter out a poor excuse for some kind of response. He swallowed harshly, looking up at you.
"Are you going to stay dressed and deal with the mess of laundry or are you—"
"Undressing." He said quickly, reaching to take off his shirt and move to undo the drawstring of his sweats. With the sweats easily loosened, you lifted your hips and let him shimmy the pants down a little to where he could easily kick them off.
"That's better." You muttered, settling in his lap and earning a faint squeak of a response thanks to the pressure of your core pressing against the base of his cock through the thin layer of his boxers and your panties. "Sensitive." You giggled, biting at your lip as you gave an experimental drag of your hips, only for his legs to jerk and his hips to hump against you.
"This is supposed to be an apology." He huffed.
"Eh, changed my mind. Just really wanted to get my hands on you." You grinned, dragging your hips back and forth with a torturous pressure. You moaned softly as you angled your hips to let his tip catch against your clit. He let his head fall back.
Usually, foreplay would last at least another ten minutes with you. You needed a little more attention than Leon, so when he felt you already pushing his boxers down and pulling your panties aside, he was momentarily stunted and completely caught off guard. He blinked, lips parted.
"Aren't you gonna.. tease a little more?" He asked quietly, huffing faintly as he looked down where your body hovered above his.
"I don't need to." You gestured down at his already aching boner, and it became clear that you were excited enough when you propped his cock upright and let the fat tip press against your entrance. He choked on air, lips falling open as he clutched at the bedsheets to contain himself and avoid bucking his hips.
You eased down onto his length, your walls thoroughly soaking his length and dripping down his cock as you began to rise and fall on his length. Leon wasn't used to the pace of things—you were going too fast for him to process half of it, too fast for him to savor the feeling of you wrapped snug around him, and too fast for him to focus on not cumming within an embarrassing time.
"Oh—oh, fuck," he exhaled heavily, head fallen back as his brows furrowed, his thighs tense and shaky. "Slow down," he huffed, hands coming to hold your hips in a poor attempt to slow you down.
"Mm—mm." You shook your head, biting your lower lip as you pushed more upright in his lap, hips rising and falling so fast that your thighs began to burn within the first minute or two.
The mattress and bed frame creaked under the weight and motion, the sounds of metal and wood stressing mingled nicely with the moans and whines of Leon and the moans and gasps from you. Leon took in the sight finally—starting at your lower half. Your thighs tense, the fat of your thighs, ass, and hips jiggling with every bounce. Your pussy stretched impossibly tight around his girth, and your tits bouncing with each movement from you. Leon's hands, shaky and weak, came to grope and palm at your tits. You'd think your drunken state would render you sloppy, unstable, weak, or even drowsy!
No, no, you didn't seem to take alcohol the way Leon did. Leon definitely took alcohol and was knocked out by the time he'd make it home. If he managed to, that is. You? Oh, you took it and ran with it like it was holding you hostage and you needed to make up for drinking so much. Leon was the one rendered weak and shaky and sloppy—although for once, he was the sober one!
"Fuck, please," he choked out, eyes rolling back. "You gotta.. gotta slow down." He whined, hips subconsciously bucking and chasing a deeper, insistent need.
"Uh-uh." You huffed. "Not... not happenin'." You slurred slightly, leaning back and planting your palms firmly on his thighs, which were tense in an effort to hold himself back. The different angle made the head of his cock push harder against your g-spot with every downward slam of your hips. Your moans grew louder, heavy breathing mingling with the sounds within the bedroom.
"Oh, shit, please!" He practically cried, brows knitting tighter as his body locked up sporadically. You shook your head, a small giggle leaving your lips at his desperate clutching at your hips and the blankets, his back arching. He looked absolutely pathetic—you hoped you'd remember the look on his face. Nose scrunched, brows knitted, soft blue eyes brimming with fat tears, lips quivering and almost spilling over with drool.
"Y're s-so fuckin' pathetic." You purred with a slight stammer in your words, looking down at him with a slightly crooked grin, all too happy with the state of Leon in the moment.
Leon could hardly muster up a poor excuse for arguing your claim, his mind preoccupied by the fact that he was going insane with your tight cunt around his cock, and the sight of you riding him like there really was no tomorrow. His hands grasped desperately at your thighs, his short and blunt nails digging into your skin as he fucked upward to meet your hips. He whimpered, legs kicking with every sharp shock of pleasure that would run through him. He could feel his end coming. He knew this was going to be so embarrassing—usually he at least had the decency to tell you, but the way you'd turned his brain to mush made it hard.
You could feel it, too. Leon's signs of orgasm were never subtle. Twitchy cock, legs jolting or shaking harder, his chest jittering with shaky, uneven breaths, and the most subtle but still noticeable in certain angles, was how his cock would throb and his balls would draw up tight. Without a warning, Leon's fingers clawed down your thighs, his cock pulsing and spilling his cum into you in thick, heavy spurts that made your body shiver. You rode him through the orgasm until his cum began to leak and spill out of your pussy. You took one hand and brought it to draw tight, messy circles against your clit with your middle and ring finger.
With his cock softening, sensitivity reaching a high, Leon practically cried. "Fuck—hoo—oh, god, y're gonna fuckin' break me, baby," he panted, barely coherent and audible as he watched you chase your own pleasure with no regard for his need for a break. Luckily, you weren't far behind, but it still took enough time for Leon's tears to finally spill over and decorate his cheeks with faint streaks.
You mewled at your pleasure peaking, thighs tensing and knees locking as you ground against him. It wasn't as good as it could've been, but it was enough for Leon's torture to be over. Your walls pulsed around him, and he shivered and squirmed and whined, shoulders tense as he turned his head to hide it in the pillows. You huffed, leaning over him as you lifted your hips and let the last bits of your shared mess spill onto his cock. His length twitched in response, but gave no other indication of round two.
You settled to lay on his chest, nuzzling up close to him as you kissed at his collarbone. "Mmh," you purred quietly, eyes closing. "Y're warm."
"Uh-huh.." Leon huffed quietly, eyes falling shut as his trembly hands came to rest over your back, keeping you close. "I'll join you for drinks from now on." He muttered. You were too tired to argue, and his words fell deaf upon your ears as you were already slipping into sweet, sweet unconsciousness.
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♥ Leon who promised to not drink for a whole week just to get to fuck you on the weekend.
♥ Leon who went through with his promise and didn't even look at the bottle, all in hopes of finally being able to feel you around him again.
♥ Leon who didn't have any trouble popping a boner as soon as he saw you laid down on his bed in his shirt and just panties.
♥ Leon who looked at you with a predatory gaze as he inched closer to you, sitting down on the bed, and rubbing your legs.
♥ Leon who tried to hold a normal conversation with you and failed horribly, in less than 2 minutes he was begging for you to let him fuck you.
♥ Leon who kissed you like he never has before, hands wrapped around your thighs, digging into the supple flesh and groaning into your mouth.
♥ Leon who almost ripped your shirt trying to get it off for him. You couldn’t even blame him though you did scold him a little. The scolding turned into whining as soon as he sunk his teeth into your neck.
♥ Leon who was getting impatient yet vowed to never skip foreplay, taking off your panties with his teeth. If you weren’t wet before, you definitely were now.
♥ Leon who sniffed your cunt like a dog and felt his eyes roll to the back of his head, already high off of your scent…so sweet and inviting.
♥ Leon who made time to crack a joke, mumbling a small ‘thanks for the dessert’ before diving in, sucking at your clit like it was his very last meal, groaning at the taste of you coating his tongue as he moved with a fervour.
♥ Leon who tongue-fucked your cunt, a lazy rhythm set by him that had you whining beneath him as his finger rubbed your clit at a slow pace.
♥ Leon who couldn’t hold back anymore when you started begging him to go faster, his tongue driving into your cunt at a speed that left you breathless and begging for more.
♥ Leon who made you scream his name as his tongue devoured you, your orgasm ripping through in waves and white hot pleasure making it hard to focus on anything that wasn’t him.
♥ Leon who was entirely too smug about the whole endeavour as he licked his fingers clean which in turn made your clench around nothing.
♥ Leon who hurriedly took off his pants and boxers, not even bothering with his shirt as he slowly sank into you.
♥ Leon who let out a loud groan when he finally bottomed out, too close to cumming at just the feel of your walls clenching around him.
♥ Leon who fucked into you recklessly, who cannot be bothered with the formalities when you had already given him permission to ruin you.
♥ Leon who didn’t think he would cum in under 5 minutes but your cunt was just that good.
♥ Leon who felt a little embarrassed at his little stunt but the look in his eye let you know that you in for a long, long night.
A/N: just something that has been in my drafts for too long
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