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Across the room, Marvin walked by carrying his own collection of paperwork. He slowed just enough to glance at Leon's desk before letting out a quiet whistle. "Looks like they're trying to bury you alive, rookie." Leon looked up with a tired smile. "It feels personal." Marvin chuckled under his breath. "You'll survive." He added. "I hope so," Leon sighed. That earned the smallest laugh from both of them.

That soft smile spreading across their faces didn't last long, though. Someone called Leon's name before Marvin had even made it halfway across the room. Another statement, another correction, and another signature waited for the blond boy.

When the clock above the bullpen finally caught his eye, it read 23:40. Leon leaned back in his chair just enough for his spine to complain. I'll leave after this. He picked up the next file.

The phone rang halfway through writing his report. The case from earlier had new information. A witness remembered something that, inconveniently for him, changed the course of the case drastically. Evidence that had already been logged suddenly no longer fit, and what everyone had assumed was finished wasn't finished at all. The detective leading the investigation asked everyone involved to stay just for another hour. Leon barely hesitated before nodding. He was already there anyway.

By the time the updates had been written, corrected, and rewritten again, the clock read 00:52. He stared at the glowing numbers for a second longer than necessary. I'll leave after this. Someone placed another folder beside his keyboard. He sighed so quietly that he barely heard it.

Hours seemed different inside the precinct after midnight. The conversations became softer, the fluorescent lights somehow harsher, and the coffee way colder. Outside the windows, the city had gone dark enough that the reflections inside the station almost covered the streets beyond, small raindrops catching the cold light from inside.

Leon rolled his shoulders, trying to ease the stiffness settling between them. He couldn't remember the last proper meal he'd had, or the last time he'd stood up. His handwriting had become noticeably messier. He was praying real hard for his superior to not point that detail out.

The final report was almost finished when another officer stopped beside his desk. "They reopened the file." Leon blinked tiredly. "The same one?" The officer nodded. "Afraid so," he added. Leon closed his eyes for half a second before pulling the folder back towards himself. There wasn't much else to do.

When he looked up again, the clock read 01:36. He let out a slow breath through his nose. I'll leave after this. He almost believed it this time. Then another phone started ringing.

Y/N's POV.

On the other side of town, you had long since traded the noise of the city for the quiet comfort of the little house you now shared with Leon. Rain tapped steadily against the windows, soft but relentless, wrapping the neighborhood in a blanket of white noise. Every now and then, headlights drifted across the living room walls before disappearing back into the darkness outside.

The evening had slipped by without much thought. You had curled up on the sofa with a book, reading until the words began to blur together and your eyes wandered more often to the rain than to the pages themselves. When you eventually closed it, you switched on the television instead.

Some old movie played in the background, something familiar enough that you didn't need to pay much attention to it. It became a little more than company as you absentmindedly folded the blanket over your lap and listened to the muffled sound of the storm outside.

By the time the credits rolled, the house had settled into its usual nighttime silence. You stood, stretched the stiffness from your shoulders, and wandered into the kitchen, looking for something to eat to calm your hunger.

A couple of mugs sat beside the sink. You washed them, along with the small plate you used to eat a sliced apple, wiped down the counters, put away the dishes drying on the rack, and straightened the chairs around the table. The sort of chores that barely took any effort but somehow made the house feel warmer once they were done.

When the kitchen looked exactly as it had the night before, you switched off the light and carried your notebook into the living room. Studying seemed like the sensible way to end the evening. You spread your notes across the coffee table, underlining sentences, scribbling reminders in the margins whenever something caught your attention. The rain became background noise again, accompanied only by the occasional scratch of your pencil.

Time slipped past unnoticed. It wasn't until you reached for your mug and found it empty that you finally glanced towards the clock hanging above the kitchen doorway. It made you pause. It was later than usual, much later actually. Your eyes drifted instinctively towards the front door. It was still closed. Leon hadn't come home yet.

You didn't feel exactly worried. He had warned you more than once that shifts could run late. Cases didn't care what time they were supposed to end, and the R.P.D. certainly wasn't known for sending rookies home early.

You remembered the conversation from a few nights ago. "You don't have to wait up for me." As though staying awake had ever been an obligation. You smiled faintly to yourself before looking back down at your notes. You could always study for another chapter; after all, they said to never leave for tomorrow what you could do today, right?

Another twenty minutes, another page. The rain continued to fall outside. Then, another thought quietly settled into the back of your mind. Had he eaten? The question lingered longer than you expected.

You tried to remember if there had been anything left in the refrigerator that morning. Whether he'd taken something with him before leaving, or whether he'd even had time to stop for lunch during his shift. Knowing Leon... You weren't entirely convinced he would have remembered if he'd been busy enough.

Your pencil stopped moving. The words on the page suddenly seemed much less important than they had a moment ago, when Leon's meal wasn't clouding your mind.

Leon's POV.

The station felt strangely hollow by the time Leon finally stepped through its front doors. The clock above the reception desk had read 02:17, way later than he had expected. The cool night air hit him the moment he stepped outside, carrying with it the faint scent of wet asphalt. Rain still lingered, lighter now than it had been earlier, leaving the parking lot shimmering beneath the glow of the streetlights.

For a second, he simply stood there. His shoulders ached, and so did his neck. His lower back protested the moment he shifted the weight of his messenger bag higher onto his shoulder. He stretched instinctively, only managing to replace one ache with another. It had been one of those days, the kind that blurred together until paperwork, witness statements, and phone calls became impossible to separate.

He couldn't even remember the last proper meal he'd eaten. There had been coffee, far too much coffee, a bag of pretzels from the vending machine sometime after he grabbed lunch with Marvin. Another vending machine snack hours later because someone had insisted he 'needed to eat something' as well, but that barely counted. His stomach certainly didn't think it did.

Leon fished his keys out of his jacket pocket and unlocked his car. The familiar creak of the driver's seat greeted him as he sank into it with a long, exhausted sigh. For the very first time all day, there was silence.

He rested both hands on the steering wheel without turning the key. Home, that was all he wanted. A hot shower, a bed, maybe six hours of sleep if he got lucky. His gaze drifted almost absentmindedly towards the passenger seat where his phone lay after he'd tossed it there.

Seconds later, his thumb hovered over the screen. You were almost certainly asleep by now. One thing was waiting for him until midnight, and one very different thing was waiting for him until past two in the morning.

Still, he unlocked the phone before he could talk himself out of the idea. The message was short.

Leaving now. Be home soon.

He stared at it for a second. It felt quite unnecessary. He almost deleted it, but for some reason, he pressed send.

The message disappeared into the conversation, joining the handful of others you'd exchanged over the past week, mostly grocery reminders, questions about milk or laundry detergent, and the occasional Don't worry about dinner whenever one of you knew you'd be late.

A tiny Delivered appeared beneath it. No reply came. Leon smiled to himself, a little sheepish for reasons he couldn't quite explain. Already asleep. Good. That meant you had actually listened to him.

Satisfied with that thought, he set the phone back onto the passenger's seat, started the engine, and pulled out of the parking lot.

Y/N's POV.

You didn't spend long debating the thought. It arrived quietly, settled down somewhere in the back of your mind, and before you knew it, you were already standing in front of the refrigerator with the door open.

Cool air spilled into the kitchen. You scanned the shelves carefully. There wasn't much, though. Half a carton of milk, a few vegetables, butter, eggs. Then your eyes landed on an open jar of tomato sauce beside a small block of cheese wrapped in paper. If your memory wasn't playing tricks on you, you’d swear there was a bit of pasta left in one of the cupboards.

You reached for the ingredients without giving yourself another reason why. This wasn't about Leon, really. He hadn't asked you to do it. In fact, he'd done the opposite. "You don't have to wait up for me." You remembered the awkward little smile he'd worn when he'd said it again, as though he genuinely believed he was inconveniencing you simply by coming home late.

But you didn't feel obligated; you weren't trying to prove anything. If someone came home after a shift that long, tired enough to barely keep their eyes open... A warm meal would probably be nice. That was all the thought behind your actions. Or at least, that's what you tried to convince yourself of.

The kitchen slowly came back to life. The quiet clink of utensils against the countertop mixed with the soft scrape of a knife as you grated a little cheese onto a plate. Rain continued its steady rhythm outside, but inside, another sound gradually took over: the low hum of water heating on the stove.

The house no longer felt quite so empty. You leaned against the counter while you waited, absently tapping your fingers against the edge of the worktop. Without thinking, your gaze drifted towards the small clock.

02:03.

You wondered where he was. Still at the station? Driving home? Maybe he'd only just managed to leave. The thought disappeared almost as quickly as it had come. Cases ran late; that was simply how his job worked.

You looked away again, reaching for the tomato sauce and giving it a stir before setting it aside. The water still hadn't boiled. The silence settled comfortably around you once more. A few minutes later, your eyes found the clock again.

02:11.

The rain had eased into little more than a drizzle now. A pair of headlights briefly swept across the front windows before continuing down the street. Not Leon, just another car heading somewhere else.

You rested your forearms on the counter and let out a quiet breath. It really had gotten late. The water finally began to tremble, tiny bubbles gathering at the bottom of the pot before rising to the surface. You reached for the packet of pasta just as another glance at the clock caught your attention.

02:15.

Almost without realizing it, you smiled to yourself. "If you don't get here soon," you murmured to the empty kitchen, "I'm going to end up eating your portion too." The only answer was the gentle bubbling of the water.

And somewhere, forgotten on the coffee table in the living room, your phone lit up for a brief moment before the screen faded dark again, Leon's message waiting patiently to be read.

Leon's POV.

The roads were almost unrecognizable at that hour. The traffic that usually filled Raccoon City's streets had disappeared, leaving behind little more than empty intersections and rows of darkened buildings. Traffic lights continued their endless cycle despite the absence of cars, changing from red to green for no one at all.

Leon drove through them almost on autopilot. The heater hummed softly as windshield wipers swept away the last of the drizzle with a steady rhythm. His eyes felt heavy. Every now and then, he caught himself blinking a little longer than he meant to before focusing back on the road ahead. It had been a long shift, long enough that it felt as though he'd lived through two different days without even going home in between.

The thought of his warm bed became more appealing with every street he passed. Another turn, another quiet neighborhood. The familiar route gradually replaced the downtown streets until every corner looked comfortably recognizable. He was almost home.

As he turned onto his street, his gaze instinctively drifted towards the house. A warm glow spilled from one of the front windows. Leon frowned ever so slightly. The living room light. It took his tired brain a second to register what it meant. The light was still on, which meant you were still awake.

For the briefest moment, disappointment flickered across his face. He'd told you not to wait for him. You didn't have to lose sleep because his shifts ran too long. He really hated the idea that you'd stayed up simply because he hadn't made it home yet. The feeling lasted barely a heartbeat.

Then, almost against his own will, something softened inside his chest. The corners of his mouth lifted into a small, exhausted smile. He didn't even realize that change happened. Someone was home. Somehow, after a day that had seemed determined to drag on forever, that simple thought made the house look warmer than he remembered.

Leon slowed into the driveway, switched off the engine, and sat there for a quiet second. The rain had almost stopped, and the only sound left was the ticking of the cooling engine. Then he grabbed his bag, climbed out of the car, and headed towards the front door, completely unaware that the smell waiting on the other side wasn't just a warm house.

Y/N's POV.

The first sound was so familiar by then that you noticed it almost immediately. A car engine, faint at first, then closer. You paused, wooden spoon still in your hand, listening as the sound slowed outside the house before disappearing altogether.

For a brief moment, everything went quiet again. Then came the unmistakable jingle of keys. You looked towards the hallway without really thinking. He's home. The thought settled over the house as naturally as the silence had earlier.

You reached for the stove and turned the heat down to its lowest setting. The tomato sauce gave one last lazy bubble before settling into a gentle simmer. The pasta was ready. You drained it, letting a cloud of steam rise into the warm kitchen, before mixing everything together with slow, practiced movements. The rich scent of tomatoes filled the room, followed by the sharper smell of freshly grated cheese melting into the sauce.

You opened one of the cupboards and took out two plates. For a second, you hesitated. Then, almost absentmindedly, you served both. Beyond the living room lamp's reach, the hallway dissolved into quiet shadows. The rain outside had become little more than an occasional tap against the windows.

Then came the soft metallic click of the front door unlocking. A second later, the hinges creaked gently. Cool night air drifted inside before the door eased shut again. You heard the familiar shuffle of shoes against the entryway floor, followed by the quiet thud of a bag being lowered.

For just a moment, neither of you said anything. The only sounds in the house were the faint hum of the refrigerator and the lingering warmth of dinner waiting in the kitchen.

Leon's POV.

Leon stepped inside as quietly as he could out of habit, easing the door shut behind him before the night air had a chance to follow. Maybe Y/N just fell asleep on the couch and forgot to turn the light off. He tried to convince himself once again. The entryway was almost completely dark; only a faint strip of warm light stretched across the wooden floor from the living room.

He slipped off his shoes, let his bag fall gently beside the wall, and reached instinctively for the light switch. His hand stopped halfway. Something smelled... wrong. Well, wrong wasn't exactly the word. The smell was... unexpected.

He frowned slightly. Tomatoes, garlic, grated cheese, freshly cooked pasta. The rich aroma drifted through the apartment with surprising warmth, wrapping itself around the lingering scent of rain on his jacket and stale coffee that still clung to his uniform. For a moment, he struggled to make sense of it. He stood perfectly still. Had he forgotten something? His brow furrowed a little more as he followed the light down the hallway.

The sofa where he had assumed you'd be sleeping was swallowed under endless sheets of paper that looked suspiciously like your notes. You, however where nowhere to be found. Leon walked further inside, finally noticing another soft light coming from the kitchen. Then, he finally found you.

You stood by the stove, one hand resting lightly on the handle of the saucepan as though you'd only just turned the heat down. Steam still curled lazily from the plate waiting on the counter, and the warm glow from the overhead light softened everything it touched.

You looked up as he appeared in the doorway. For a second, neither of you spoke. Leon blinked. "You made pasta?" His voice came out quieter than he'd intended, roughened by exhaustion and hours of talking through reports. You glanced towards the plates before looking back at him. "It would've gone cold if I'd gone to bed."

The words were simple, matter-of-fact, as though there was nothing unusual about staying awake until after two in the morning just to make sure your roommate didn't come home to an empty kitchen.

Leon simply looked at you for longer than he normally would have. Something warm settled quietly in his chest, dissolving the weight that had been pressing there since the beginning of his shift. Nobody had ever waited for him with a meal that had been made simply because someone thought he might appreciate something warm after a difficult day.

His fist tightened slightly. He wasn't sure what to say. Thank you; didn't seem big enough. You didn't have to; somehow felt even smaller. So he remained standing in the doorway for another heartbeat, wearing the same soft, tired expression he'd had when he'd seen the light from the driveway. Only now, seeing you there instead of just the glow through the window, the feeling was impossible to ignore.

Y/N's POV.

Leon kept looking at you as though you had done something far more significant than putting together a simple meal. You didn't really understand why. From where you were standing, it hadn't felt like a grand gesture. It hadn't even been a decision you had spent much time thinking about.

After all, he'd spent the entire day at the precinct, walked through the front door past two in the morning with exhaustion written across every inch of him, and you doubted the handful of snacks he'd inevitably found in a vending machine counted as dinner. Knowing Leon, there was a decent chance he'd have shrugged it off with a quiet 'I'll eat tomorrow' before collapsing into bed. The thought didn't sit right with you, so you'd cooked.

Your attention drifted back to the saucepan, giving the pasta one last gentle stir before serving another spoonful onto his plate. Steam continued to rise between the two of you. You looked back at Leon, who still hadn't moved from the doorway. The faint crease between his eyebrows hadn't disappeared. If anything, he somehow looked even more bewildered than when he'd first walked in.

You couldn't help the small smile that tugged at the corner of your mouth. "It wasn't a big deal." The words came naturally because they were true. "It just seemed better than you having cookies after a fourteen-hour shift." For a second, he blinked, almost like the possibility hadn't crossed his mind. Which, honestly, only confirmed your suspicion that it probably hadn't.

You slid one of the plates across the counter towards the empty chair at the table. "Come on." Your voice was gentle, almost teasing. "Sit down before the pasta gets cold." Only then did Leon seem to remember he was still standing in the doorway.

He glanced from you to the plate, then back at you again, as though he were still trying to convince himself this was actually happening. And, a little awkwardly, almost sheepishly, he finally stepped into the kitchen.

Leon's POV.

Leon lowered himself into the chair a little more carefully than usual, every muscle in his body protesting the movement after hours spent hunched over a desk. The warmth from the plate reached him almost immediately. He hadn't realized just how cold he'd become until then.

You settled into the seat across him, the kitchen falling into a comfortable silence once more. Outside, the rain continued to whisper against the windows, softened now to a little more than an occasional patter.

Neither of you spoke. There wasn't really anything that needed saying. Leon picked up his fork, twirled a small portion of pasta around it, and took the first bite. He paused. It was... really good. Simple, but in the way homemade food often was. The tomatoes were rich without being too heavy, the garlic lingered just enough, and the cheese had melted into the sauce, making everything warm and comforting in a way no meal from vending machines had ever managed.

He swallowed before taking another bite. Then another. His stomach reminded him just how hungry he'd been all along. And yet, the food wasn't what held his attention. His eyes drifted towards you almost absentmindedly. You were eating your own dinner as though cooking in the middle of the night for your roommate wasn't something worth mentioning.

Leon looked back down at his plate. His fork slowed. One thought kept returning, no matter how many times he tried to focus on something else. Someone waited for me. You didn't only stay awake, but you made dinner for both of you to share. The realization settled somewhere deep inside him, quiet but impossible to ignore.

He was perfectly certain he had never in his life experienced something like this. The memory of a time like this refused to come. Years of academy training, long shifts, endless nights studying for exams, and nothing more than delivery waiting for him. Somewhere along the way, coming home had become little more than the end of a workday. But tonight felt different. Today, coming home had felt like someone was waiting for him.

“That’s all you’ve been thinking about?” 

“Yep.” 

He tosses his neck back, head meeting the wall of the elevator. “Mmm,” he hums.

Truthfully, you had something else on your mind from the moment you woke up, through the exchange of vows during the ceremony, through the party that came after. You have no idea what you said ‘I do’ to because all you could think about was the long, laundry list of ways you could mess up your first time with Leon that night. You nearly blacked out during the reception, disassociating as you socialized with friends, and clinked champagne glasses that never touched your lips, trembling hands barely able to keep it resting in your grasp. 

It was a personal conviction, not based on any religious teachings or cultural practices engrained in your being, telling you to wait until you are legally and lawfully bound to another before experiencing the act. It was a decision you made early on, when life was romantic and rose-hued, and you kept it tucked away in your heart, behind lock and key, as you got older. 

It made more sense as the years went on, and came in handy as it acted like a sieve, sifting through the suitors who only wanted to get in your pants without commitment laid out like a brick path beforehand.

And it all paid off when you met Leon. He was older and more experienced, and with that came a graceful sort of patience and restraint the younger men you had dated severely lacked. He never pressured you to go down on him, indiscreetly pushing your head down to his crotch while you tried to cuddle, like so many previous partners had attempted. He didn’t poke or prod about what made you decide to wait until marriage, or call your decision ‘weird’ or ‘creepy’ like others had before. He was respectful, though he never let you go a day without confirming his attraction to you in ways he made sure you were comfortable with, never wanting to cross a boundary. 

You can feel the tension between you, desire practically radiating from your new husband as he guides you further into the hotel room. You can definitely feel it as he pulls you into a kiss, your bodies meeting, his erection poking through his dress pants as his hands roam your satin-clad body. 

“Can I be honest?” You ask, retreating slightly. 

He’s slightly out of breath, panting from the last long-winded kiss the two of you shared, not sparing a moment to suck in any air. “Of course.” 

“I’m a little nervous,” you confess, suddenly unable to meet Leon’s eyes as he gazes down at you. This is a man who knows you inside and out, every secret, every hope, dream, fear. Yet, in this moment, you cannot bring yourself to make eye contact as you have a million times before. “I didn’t think I would be, but I–I am.” 

“Hey,” he says softly, a hand coming to tilt your jaw upward, dragging your eyes with it. “It’s alright. We can go slow, or wait until tomorrow or the day after, or whenever you feel ready.” He leans in slightly, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Though I’d really love to show you how good I can make you feel.” His words ignite a flicker of warmth in your belly. “But we’ll do it all at your pace.”

You nod. “I want to, I really do. I think I’ve just built it up in my head for so long, that I'm worried I’ll be bad at it or it’ll be…I don’t know…disappointing?”

You’ve never been good at getting over the speedbumps of seemingly easy things: ripping off bandages, getting shots in the arm at the doctor’s office, walking into first dates. What you are good at, however, is letting things fester in your mind, building up mole hills until they’re as tall and vast as Kilimanjaro. 

He chuckles. The low, rumbling sound makes your gut gurgle, a warmth spread across your chest. “It won’t be disappointing, I promise. Not if I have anything to do with it.” 

He’s right. It’s not disappointing when you come violently on his tongue, nor is it when you finish on his fingers. Twice. 

Breathless and panting like an animal stranded in the heat, you fall back onto the mattress, your skin adhering to the bedding with a thin layer of sweat. Leon crawls over you, sucking the last drops of your orgasm off his fingers as he kneels between your legs. 

Your dress has long been discarded, his tuxedo thrown on the back of the chair. It’s now just you and your husband, completely bare together, another second closer to a kind of union not forged in ink and paper, but flesh and heartbeat. 

You have seen him shirtless before, all pale skin and taut muscle, but the complete picture is something entirely new, and far more delicious than your imagination could ever conjure. As he stands above you, his abdomen tenses and releases while he catches his breath, the valleys and mountains of his muscles rousing a pool of saliva beneath your tongue. You’ve never in your life seen a man of his age that looks as spectacular as Leon, and it makes you wonder if you married a human at all, or some godly being descended from the mount.

Taking in the sight of his brawny arms, the veins that trail up and down his thick forearms, the lithe grace of the fingers that were once plunging in and out of your cunt, you hesitate before lowering your gaze any further than the line of hair below his navel. You promised you were ready–you cried out how you needed to take all of him as his tongue worked you through your climax–but looking at the sheer size of him has you doubting your ability to take it all. 

“We’ll go slow,” he assures as though he’s able to read your mind. Perhaps your worries are scrawled across your forehead. Perhaps he can see the fear clouding your eyes. His hands come to your thighs, parting them so as to accommodate his hips as he settles between your legs, coming down to his forearms, bracketing your head. “You okay?” 

You nod eagerly in confirmation, trying to ignore the way your walls clench and tighten in anticipation of his arrival. “I’m ready,” you verbalize before taking his lips into another kiss, trailing your fingertips up and down his biceps, drinking up the mass beneath his opaline skin. “I want all of you, Mr. Kennedy.” 

“I’ll give you whatever you want, Mrs. Kennedy.” 

He pumps himself in his hand until he’s at full stiffness. You watch the movement between your bodies, eyes intently focused on the way he aligns the head of his cock with your entrance. Inhaling and exhaling, you fully relax into the stretch, savoring the sting as he slowly eases into your pussy. It’s decadent, the way your body shifts around him, walls squeezing and pulsing with every inch he gives. 

Leon hisses through gritted teeth, tossing his neck back in ecstasy as he plunges the fulness of his size into you. “Fuck,” he swears. “You’re so tight.” He glances down at you, eyes wide, brows furrowed. “Are you alright?” 

You move to cup his cheek, stubble tickling your palm. “I’m okay. Keep going.” 

He nods as he removes half of himself, diving back in. It doesn’t take long to find the right pace, for the sting to melt into white-hot pleasure. The discomfort lent itself to euphoria the more Leon thrusted in and out of you, the more he sang your praises, praying to the altar between your legs. 

“Oh god,” he bellows, face contorting as you clench around him. “You’re doing so good, baby.” His voice is low and rumbling like a predatory growl as he gives into his own pleasure, hardly able to speak eloquently without being interrupted by the primal moans that leap from his chest. “So fucking good.”

His fingers interlace with yours, pushing your knuckles into the bedding, dragging your arms above your head. He uses the position as leverage so angle himself upward as he pistons into you, the head of his cock kissing the button behind your front wall, the spongey spot that has you babbling like the spigot of a fountain. 

“I think I might–” 

“Go ahead, baby. I’ve got you,” he rasps, palms still pressed against your own. The sight of his triceps flexing from above is enough to push you toward the edge, the all too familiar sensation building in your core. “I wanna feel you come around me. Let me have it.” 

As he continues to roll his hips, another wave of pleasure crashes over you, holding your body ransom to your climax until it dissipates and leaves you quivering on the bed, limbs useless and trembling. Your husband’s name pours from your lips along with wet dribble pooling at the corners of your mouth. 

Leon fucks the mess you made back into your pussy. “That was so fucking hot,” he slurs, close to his own release. “My gorgeous wife.” He leans in to press a sloppy kiss on your lips, the tip of his tongue licking up the slobber threatening to drip down your chin. “My beautiful, stunning wife–fuck–I’m so close.” 

You lock your ankles around his hips, commanding the jelly that was once your muscle, to hold onto him as he continues to thrust. “Inside,” you order softly. “I want to feel all of you tonight.” 

Leon’s pelagic eyes shoot open, the white glistening as he stares down at you, a look of utter bewilderment splashed across his features. “Are you sure?” He sobers up enough to ask for confirmation. “What if–”

“I’m sure,” you blurt. “I want it. I want all of you.” You snake your arms around his torso, pulling him down until his chest is flush to your own, until you can feel the beat of his heart, the curl of his abdomen.

Tuesday couldn't come slower for Leon Kennedy. He barely slept since the day he talked to you at the barbecue. He prayed to God every night, his chest flush against the corner of his bed on his knees, his hands clasped so tightly that it created a dull ache in his knuckles. It was more of a plead than a prayer - Leon was pleading God to show him the right path, to resist temptation, to give him strength. Unfortunately, the silence from above was deafening.

The perspiration on Leon's skin under his police academy uniform is a thin sheen, the moisture causing his blonde hair to stick to the back of his neck as he hurries inside the cafe you both agreed to meet at. It's a sunny Tuesday during his lunch break, and there's a pep in his step that his police academy friends have never seen before in their life. He's the first one to arrive of course, his posture upright as the brown leather -covered seat squeaks from underneath him as he shifts his weight. He's never lied to his father before, and with that came an odd, somewhat intoxicating rush of adrenaline and fear.

Leon's eyes lit up the moment you walked in. He took in the sight of you - the dark fabric of your shirt fitting you so perfectly, your jeans accentuating your figure with the denim clinging to your frame so obediently, and your dark boots making the softest click against the checkerboard patterned tiles. "Hey there. I hope I didn't keep you waiting long." You smile, taking your seat opposite to him.

"No, not at all! I just got here, this place is just a short sprint away." Leon grins earnestly. You blink at the word 'sprint' and note his slightly flushed cheeks, but you don't mention it - you don't want to risk reducing the man to a blubbering, blushing mess when you've only just sat down. "Anyway. Um, I'll pay for both our orders - after all, I'm the one who asked you here. It's my treat. So… What's your order?" He asks; his chivalry is ingrained in him, more reflexive than practiced.

"Uhhh. Haha, I kind of have a strange order." You lean forward a little, propping your head on your hand.

"That's okay. I want to learn more about you. Weird coffee orders and all." Leon nods.

"Okay, well… Just ask for a shot of espresso, and a glass of diet cola with ice in it." You add.

"Together? In the same…?" Leon asks, gesturing pouring one cup into another. You nod to confirm. "That's… I've never heard of that." There's a mix of confusion and mild horror etched onto his face.

"Alrighty, one glass of diet cola with ice in it and a shot of espresso." Leon confirms your order. He places his flat white down on the table first, before handing you your espresso and glass of diet cola. As he did so, your fingertips barely grazed against each others, but it was more than enough to send a lightning bolt directly down Leon's spine.

"Thanks, Leon." You smile warmly, as he climbs back into his chair a little off-balance, his knee smacking the table ever so slightly, causing the ceramic cup of coffee to jolt a little.

"Oh no…" Leon softly groans, looking at the small spill he made that pooled to the divot of the saucer beneath his coffee cup. Wordlessly, you placed your drinks down on the table and handed him a wad of napkins. Leon shoots you a grateful smile, beginning to clean up the spill. "Thank you…" He smiles, watching you pour the espresso into the diet cola. "Okay… I'm not judging but, I need to see you drink that." Leon adds, folding his arms on the table as he leans forward a little, watching you with open curiosity.

"Yeah… It's definitely not for everyone, but I do actually drink this." You nod, taking a sip of the mixture. "I dunno. It's like, sweet and bitter, and the bubbles from the soda make it taste almost… Spicy? You can try it if you want. Don't worry, I won't be offended if you hate it." You offer, stretching the glass out to Leon. Leon stares at the rim, the ice cubes gently clinking together as you extend the glass to him. His gaze falls to the rim of the glass, the faint smudge of your lip balm printed against it. Leon took the glass in his hand, his fingers placed exactly where yours just were. The contact is just incidental - after all, people share drinks all the time, it's a normal thing. It's also an indirect kiss. The thought ricochets off his skull and right into his brain like a bullet. He is going to have his first indirect kiss with someone in a coffee shop on a sunny Tuesday afternoon over this cursed espresso-cola concoction.

Leon's lips raise to the glass, bringing the print of your lip balm right up to his own lips against the cold lip of the glass. The taste is confusing, it's bitter, sweet, and so fizzy it was almost like tasting TV static, all at once. He could also taste the vanilla from your lip balm. He sets the glass down, his tongue darting out just a little to wet his lower lip subconsciously. "That's…" He blinks. "It's not terrible, actually. It's strange, but I can see why you like it." He nods.

"Really? You're not lying just to placate me, are you?" You smile, drinking from the exact same spot he just sipped from. His eyes flicker to your lips, trying to suppress the thick gulp at the thought of your lips against his.

"No, no, really." Leon gives you a small smile in return. "So, you've got a while before you graduate university and begin work… What have you been doing in the meantime?"

"Oh. Hmm, I've been catching up on reading some comics and manga series I've fallen behind on. Lounging around watching some horror movies, and playing video games. Just lazing around, guilt-free now that I don't have to worry about assessments and exams anymore." You respond.

"Wow, really? Oh, cool! I read comics and play video games too."

"What? Really? We have so much in common. I mainly read DC, I read a lot of Batman but I read even more Nightwing." Your eyes light up. "What about you? What are your favourite video games and comics?" You ask Leon, eagerly leaning over the table just a smidge more.

"I play a lot of Pokemon and Mario. But I play some Street Fighter as well, but I'm much better on the arcade machines…" Leon takes a small sip from his mug. "My dad… He doesn't know about my Gameboy. I keep it hidden, it's buried between my winter sweaters and socks in my drawer." He admits, as if he were confessing some kind of heinous crime.

…Some time had passed at the cafe as you bonded over your common interests with Leon - you found out that you play plenty of the same games, and read many of the same comics. Due to Leon's stricter upbringing, he wasn't allowed to watch horror movies due to his father citing it as 'demonic'; however he mentioned he's always been interested in branching out into different genres, but even as an adult he feels a strange sense of guilt for wanting to explore a 'forbidden' movie genre. But to Leon none of it mattered - you were asking and answering so honestly, it was like he was looking through a door that was left slightly ajar; a portal into a completely different world. Which is exactly why he couldn't stop himself from asking if you'd like to go to the nearby arcade with him on the following Friday night. Leon couldn't tell what spiked his adrenaline more - the fact that you agreed, or the fact that he was spending time with somebody that half of his congregation, especially his father, would clutch their pearls at.

Every night until that following Friday, Leon would lay down on his bed with the soft orange glow of his bedside lamp with his Bible resting on his comforter, splayed open to Corinthians, but he couldn't bring himself to pick it up and actually read it. He could only stare outside deep in thought - deep in thought about you, as the shine of the street lamps cast tall shadows throughout the street. He could barely sleep a wink that night.

You give Leon a wave as you spot him walking towards your apartment, which is on the way to the arcade. Walking through town, you and Leon share more about yourselves and your interests when he suddenly slows his pace down a little and turns to you, mumbling your name.

"Yeah, what's up Leon?"

"…I feel like I didn't exactly thank you properly for earlier. At the barbecue. And for the cafe." Leon's jaw briefly clenched and unclenched, not out of anger or frustration, but as if he were chewing on something tough that he wanted to spit out. "I just mean, um, at Church. They see this version of me. A Christian man. The son of a cop. A future police officer. They see me as a person who is a person of principle and to be a person that upholds these principles all the time." Both yours and Leon's pace slow to a halt. Leon's gaze drops down to the shadows your bodies cast on the afternoon sun across the pavement - the almost rigid silhouette of his t-shirt and jeans, yours relaxed in your flowy skirt that swayed gently with your movements.

"But they don't see me as… I guess they don't really know me. They don't know I play video games under my blankets, or that I enjoy comics to the point where they may even think it's idolatry. Or that-" Leon clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. "That day of the barbecue. Nobody else knows about what happened. Nobody else knows I'm capable of… Desiring something like that…" Leon trails off, trying not to speak out into existence what had happened at the barbecue. "But you saw it - you saw me like that. And you didn't run away, or call me a pervert or a sinner. You helped me when I didn't know what to do. And then you got coffee with me like I was just a person. A normal person." Leon says with a shaky breath and a timid smile. "Nobody's ever let me just be a person before." He adds.

You take a small step towards Leon, his soft blue eyes looking at you with an expression that looks dangerously close to adoration, your heart fluttering like the wings of a swallow. "…I think we can be around different versions of ourselves around different people. And I'm enjoying being this version of myself with you. I feel comfortable around you, Leon."

His mouth opened and closed briefly before forming into a small grin, his eyes turning dewy. "Sorry. I didn't mean to get all- um, I'm fine. We're meant to play games and have fun." He blinks away the tears forming at his eyes as you both took a few more steps, reaching the arcade with the soft glow of red, blue, and purple neon lights in the window. As you step through the doors, Leon's raw expression is now replaced with a crooked grin as you approach the Street Fighter arcade machine. "Okay, important question." Leon turns to you, his hands shoved in his pockets. "Who's your main? Because I need to know who I'm up against. And if you say Chun-Li, I'm going to be very intimidated." Leon asks.

"Oh no, it's not Chun-Li." You smile, taking a seat at the bench as Leon slides in next to you. "It's Guile." You add.

"Guile!? You nerd! He's so broken!" Leon laughs, as he selects Ryu.

"Okay, damn, trash talking my main? It's so on."

The first round between you and Leon is intense, with Leon scoring a narrow victory with a well-timed counter. The second round was even more intense, with you surprising Leon at a huge comeback, chaining combos and juggling him with perfectly timed sonic booms and flash kicks. At the third round, you shoot him a sideways glance. "You're pretty good. I'm gonna have to get serious." You quirk a smile at him, taking the hair tie on your wrist and wrapping your hair into a loose bun that exposed the curve of your neck, highlighting the skin exposed above the neckline of your tank top. A hot sensation creeps up the back of Leon's neck as he stares for a moment too long, his hands suddenly becoming clammy. He can't help it - as the round starts, his mind almost automatically roams back to the day of the barbecue, when you talked him through it and licked his neck.

Leon was too engrossed in his thoughts - the round started and you got the first hit. Leon begins to bounce his leg as he tries to focus on pulling off a combo, but he falters halfway, as he notices his leg bouncing is causing the entire bench to shake, and he sneaks a quick peek at your chest jiggling from the motion he's created. Leon's breathing hitches in his throat, as he tries to keep his eyes glued on the screen and his leg still, but the image is already in his head. It's too late. He can already feel the blood rush to a place that it absolutely should not in a public place, and there's nothing he can do to stop it. You're juggling him with a seemingly endless combo, until Leon manages to pull off a block and special move. In his haste, Leon smacks the wrong button, delivering a punch instead of a kick, to which you see an immediate opening and… "No!" Leon's voice cracking in an uncharacteristic way as Ryu drops to the ground.

'K.O!!!!' The machine blares out, the announcement somehow feeling personal to Leon. You turn to him with a grin. "Good game." You extend your hand triumphantly. He shakes it, and you notice his slightly clammy hand, but you don't say anything.

"You completely kicked my butt. You're kinda scary, you know that?" He chuckles as if he's just run a half-mile marathon.

"Haha, to be fair, I played an abnormal amount of fighting games when I was younger. Wanna switch to something more casual?" You ask him.

"Y-Yeah, maybe we could do uh, air hockey?" Leon asks, desperate to leave the bench. You're sitting too close - his eyes can't stop dropping down towards your neck, the scent of your skin too heady.

"Sounds good. Although I have pretty poor hand-eye coordination with these things, so I'm expecting to get my ass handed to me this time." You grin, as you both get up and head over to the air hockey table. The moment you leaned over to grab the pusher, Leon's eyes couldn't help but roam to the exposed flesh of your chest, barely peeking through the neckline of your top. He swallowed, thickly, leaning over and staring at the puck. Leon makes the first move, pushing the puck at a tricky angle, unintentionally causing you to lunge for the puck and flick your arm out at a fast pace.

The way you were leaning over the table, your body elongated, the way your chest spilled over the neckline just a little, your breasts jiggling with the force was too much for Leon. Entirely too much. He was trying his best - he kept his gaze strictly on the puck, trying to ignore the creeping heat that crawled its way from the back of his neck to the tips of his ears, but he already saw it. Leon's focus is entirely shattered, and you completely dominated in a game that was tipped entirely in his favour. "S-sorry, um… I just need to use the bathroom real quick." His cheeks are tinged pink and he has a sheepish expression in his eyes. You don't want to push him, so you nod understandably as you take a seat on a stool, drinking a soda you plucked from the vending machine.

Meanwhile, inside of the arcade bathroom, Leon has trapped himself in a cubicle, sitting on the lid of the toilet with his hands clasped together so tightly, taking quiet deep breaths as he fights with every ounce of his being to will this erection away. "Lord… Lord I am being tested by temptation… Please give me strength…" Leon whispers, unsure if he's truly whispering to God, or maybe he's whispering to himself.

After a couple more deep breaths, Leon steadies himself, walking towards the bathroom mirror. The waterline of his eyes are tinged a little red from his efforts to squeeze his eyes shut and visualise something - anything - other than the curve of your neck, and the flesh of your chest. Flipping on the bathroom tap, Leon splashes his face with cold water, a feeble attempt to cool his face down as he knows he's immediately going to blush furiously at the sight of you once again.

He steps out of the bathroom, sliding into the chair, giving you a diffident grin. You spot the damp patches of his sandy-blonde hair that have plastered to the edges of his face, a sign that he had splashed his face with water. "Hey… You feeling okay? If you're unwell, you don't need to push yourself. We can head home early." Your voice is full of concern as you scan his face.

"No no, no… Um…" Leon chuckles nervously, but the anxiety eases as you look back at him with a steady look. "I'm so sorry. I was totally fine, I was focused, I wanted to play games and have a good time with you. But then the bench… And when you leaned over… Your… Uh-" Leon swallows thickly. He can't bring himself to finish his sentence. "We're in public, there are literally families all around us. And I'm… I took so long in the bathroom, you probably think something is wrong with me." Leon paused, his shoulders holding visible tension as he turns to you. "…Is there something wrong with me?" His question to you came out small and genuine. Vulnerable, even.

"Leon… Nothing is the matter with you at all. I'm having a lot of fun being here with you, this is a really nice date."

"You're having fun? You're not… Disgusted by me? By this?" He shifts, a look of defenceless etched on his face.

"Why would I be disgusted with you?"

"Because… You're saying there's nothing wrong with me, but I'm sitting in an arcade with… With a problem because… All because a girl leaned over a table." Leon explains in a shaky tone. "You… You leaned over a table. I've never reacted to anybody like this in my entire life, and now it feels like I can't stop. I can't stop even though it's only been a week. And I don't want you to feel like you're to blame, because you're not. It's me. If something feels good, I'm always checking if it's a sin or if I'm falling into the Devil's temptation. Like I need to pray harder, resist more." Leon fidgets with the hem of his shirt. "But I don't feel tempted right now. I don't want you to feel like you're doing something wrong because I feel this way. And I'm… I don't know what to do with this feeling." He adds, staring at you with guilt and terror, but there's something underneath his gaze. It's something warm, and desperately sincere.

"It's alright, really. I know you don't mean any harm. Your brain must've been split in two ways this whole time, huh?" You lean closer to him, your soft stare and understanding tone causing Leon's shoulders to relax just a fraction. He nods, a brief beat of silence between you both.

"You really think it's a nice date?" He asks with a tender look in his eyes.

"Yeah. I'm having a lot of fun chatting with you and playing games, it might actually be the best first date I've ever had." You nod at him.

"Best first date…? Y-you're serious? Because… I'm a complete disaster right now. I've never had a date of any kind, and I spent half of it in the bathroom and the other half totally sucking at arcade games. But you're saying it's the best first date and I haven't even kissed you yet." Leon responds, his eyes immediately widening after he realises he spoke the last part of his sentence out loud. "Wait- um, I didn't mean to presume… Like if you wanted, but I don't know how to-"

You silence his rambling by leaning forward and kissing him. His first kiss. Your kiss is gentle - no tongue and teeth, just a chaste, brief, sweet kiss. You force yourself to break the kiss, worrying that maybe if you lingered a little longer, perhaps Leon would taste the desperation on your own lips.

"Oh… That was…" Leon whispers, his fingertips fleetingly grazing across his plush lower lip as he looks at you, as if he needed to confirm that what just happened was not a hallucination of his. There wasn't a trace of guilt or shame in his eyes this time - just a warm, earnest adoration as he looks at you. "That my first, um… Could we… Do that again?" He says, his voice barely audible above the bustling sound of families and arcade machines.

"Yeah. But… Maybe not in the arcade around a bunch of families. Let's go to the park nearby." You grin, taking his hand in yours.

The small park just two blocks down is dead quiet, with only four measly street lights placed at the corners, barely illuminating the swings and the bottom of the big red tunnel slide. Both of your footsteps crunched on the wooden chips at the bottom of the park, echoing into the balmy summer night air. You climb up the playground with Leon, sitting at the top of the tunnel slide, allowing for total privacy… Or as much as you could get in a public park at night. "Sorry if I was um, bad at it earlier. I've never kissed anyone before, in case that wasn't obvious." Leon admits, grateful that the night sky served as a blanket to dim the hot flush of his skin.

"No, no, it was nice. Really nice." You turn to him with a soft grin, your glossy lips catching faintly in the blue glow of the moonlight. Leon can't help himself but to study your face for a moment - the way your gaze was so gentle when you looked at him, the way your hair has fallen into loose strands framing your face, the smell of your perfume flooding his senses. He swallowed thickly.

"So, um… Could I…?" Leon leans in a little further. "Is there a way you'd prefer to be kissed? Or do I just kinda, figure it out?" Leon whispers, tucking a stray strand of your ear beneath your ear gingerly, as if you were made of glass and you might just shatter if he didn't handle you with care. "Tell me if I do it wrong… Please." He breathes out, his pupils dilated.

"Just do what feels right… I do like being held, though." You nod, your mouth now centimeters away from his. He moves his hand from your jawline to gently holding you by the nape of your neck, his fingers delicately tangling in your hair as he uses his free hand to steady you at the small of your back.

"Okay." He whispers, leaning in.

Leon's lips press against yours with a hesitant pressure, a pressure so light it felt like the wings of a butterfly against your lips. The angle is a little off, his movements a little clumsy - but he recalls you telling him to simply do what feels right. Leon tilts his head again once more, deepening the pressure as he slowly moves his lips against yours. He lets out a sound he wasn't entirely sure he was even capable of making - a quiet and breathy sigh, full of undiluted awe and pleasure. Kissing you feels completely right to him; more correct than any passage he's read or prayer he's uttered. You both pull away for air.

"That was… Nice. Really nice, actually." You breathe out, his forehead leaning against yours. "Wanna do it again?" You ask him, biting your lip. Leon could feel every nerve cell in his body igniting.

"Yeah." He breathes out raggedly, staring at your lips once more.

The next kiss had no hesitation, no questions for permission. Leon's hand tangles deeper into your hair as he pulls you closer by the small of your back, your bodies pressed flush together as the kiss deepens this time. You let go of the restraints, finally letting him taste the desperation on your lips that you've been harboring this whole time. The kiss fast becomes messy and full of desperation on both of your account.

"I-I'm sorry, I don't know how to stop." Leon pulls away suddenly, looking at you with flushed cheeks and doe-eyes. You can see it - the good Christian boy trying to stick to the scripture that he's expected to live and die by, and the man who wants you in practically every single sense of the word.

"Then don't stop. I like this. I like you. You don't have to think, just have to feel." You grin, pulling yourself onto his lap, leaning in and kissing him once more. Only this time, the kiss is slower and more exploratory. Leon feels a wave of courage as he holds you as close as he can, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips for entry. Your part your lips, granting him access, the tip of your tongue languidly stroking against his as you let out a soft moan.

"I-I don't know how to feel without… Guilt. Shame. I've always been taught to control and… Resist." Leon pants through kisses.

"It's okay. You can feel this. This is okay. You're allowed."

"I'm allowed?" He repeats your words as a question, a very fragile and desperate question.

"You're allowed." You repeat, your words a soothing balm against the raw wound of religious guilt. And then he kisses you once more, and this time, he really does just feel. He feels you, the swell of your lips, the taste of soda on your tongue - he's practically devouring you now, as if he's trying to consume you with a kiss. His tongue reaches yours once again - the kisses becoming messy, hot, and wet, and it's perfect. You feel Leon's hips involuntarily buck forward beneath you in a desperate thrust, gripping your hips. Your hands guide his own to your ass, and he grips it with gentle pressure as he feels you. He's practically rutting against you, completely and utterly lost to the feeling of the warmth of your body against his.

Leon whimpers into your mouth. "I… I can't… I think… I'm going to-" His body goes taut as he cums right there and then. He actually fucking orgasmed, just from making out with you in his lap, like some kind of horny teenager. You practically swallow his moans and whimpers as his body shudders, biting back a grin as he chokes on a sob of pleasure right against your mouth. "Oh, oh god, I'm sorry-" Leon looks down at the aftermath - a dark stain blooming against his jeans. He buries his flustered face into the crook of your neck, his body still slightly quivering. "Oh no, I couldn't… I'm so disgusting… I-I ruined it." Leon looks at you with tears pricking in the corner of his eyes.

"Hey, hey… You didn't ruin anything. You have nothing to be sorry about. Do you really think that what you did was disgusting?" You ask him, your voice remaining gentle and steadfast. Leon lets out a short whimper and a nod; an admission of his guilt. Hiking your skirt up and grabbing one of his hands, you lead his hand to roam underneath your skirt, his fingers barely grazing against the sopping wet fabric of your underwear. "I'm just doing this to show you that I'm not disgusted by you at all. The complete opposite, in fact. What you did… It turned me on." You whisper, letting go of his hand.

Leon stares at his hand, the sensation feeling like some kind of hot, wet brand against his fingertips. "You're wet… Because of me?" He asks you, and you nod. "I made you feel… Like that." Leon whispers, realising that the animalistic, desperate, pathetic thing he just did just aroused you. Suddenly, his chest feels like porcelain that has just cracked wide open. He felt pride. "I want to… I want to do this again. I want to make you feel good. Properly. Not just grinding on you like a…" Leon winces, recalling what he just did. "I want to make you feel good. Will you teach me how to make you feel good?" Leon asks, his pale blue eyes wide open with a desperate and raw honesty.

"I can teach you." You nod, kissing his cheek. "But let's do another day. Maybe this weekend at my place." You explain, removing yourself from his lap as you rise to your feet, stretching your legs and lending him your hand.

"T-this weekend?" Leon asks, and you nod.

"Okay. I'll… Come up with something to tell my dad. I'll see you this weekend." He says, taking your hand in his own slightly sweaty one. Leon has never lied to his father before all of this - but now he's about to lie to his father again. The feeling of excitement to see you again has overridden his guilt entirely, and Leon is terrified of that. But he chooses not to unpack it.

It was a simple lie.

"I'm going to have a study session with my police academy friends for the upcoming theory exam."

It was that easy to lie. But it wasn't easy to feel the after effects of such an enormous lie. His father - the man who took Leon in as a child after he lost both his parents, the man who taught him how to tie his shoelaces and how to throw a baseball, simply grinned at Leon and told him he's proud of him for applying himself and being so dedicated to following in his footsteps as a police officer. He even handed Leon a packet of cookies, telling him to share it with the boys, before telling Leon to go and make him proud.

On the way to your apartment, the packet of cookies his father gave him felt like he was carrying a brick. Leon couldn't seem to bear the weight of it anymore, and he reluctantly threw the cookies into a trash can near the bus stop, before walking up to your apartment complex.

Leon took a deep breath, texting you as he traversed up the steps, letting you know he's close by. He's so lost in thought on the way to your front door that his foot catches on thin air, and he almost stumbles. But his brain suddenly feels as clear as glass when you swing the door open, greeting him with a smile.

"Hey there, stranger." You're holding the door open wearing a blank tank top without a bra, short grey lounge shorts, and your white crew neck socks. Leon has never seen you this comfortable or at ease in your own place before. The guilt of throwing away that packet of cookies was totally eclipsed by the sudden intense buzzing of every single nerve fibre in his body.

"…Hey." Leon shoots you a shy smile back before taking his shoes off at the entrance. He seems a little comfortable in your presence - since that date at the arcade and the constant texting during the week, you notice his shoulders aren't so stiff and his posture isn't so rigid this time. A warmth blooms within your chest at your own silent observation.

"Oh, welcome to my place." You gesture, giving him a quick tour of your place. Leon was taking in every single detail - the landlord special of white painted walls and walnut wooden flooring still managed to be moody and eclectic. Thrifted hardwood bookshelves and cabinets lined the walls, full of books, trinkets, and other knick-knacks, with a rich oxblood-coloured Persian rug being the moody centrepiece.

"Is that… Do I smell a garden or something?" Leon asks, his eyes traveling towards your lit tomato-leaf scented candle.

"Yeah, oh, that reminds me. Should probably blow that out now." You say, bending down towards the candle and snuffing it with a short puff of your breath. Leon forced himself to keep his eyes on the salt lamp on your shelf, instead of staring at your ass. It's a very interesting salt lamp. Way more interesting than the curve of your ass and- Oh god, he's looking right at your ass. You then gave him the rest of the tour of your apartment, before opening your bedroom door. Leon's cheeks flush crimson, he's never been inside another girl's room before. And it smells so distinctively of you.

"Your room… It's nice. It's really cozy." He compliments, a brief beat of silence. "I've never been inside a girl's bedroom before." He adds, looking down at his grey socks.

"It's okay, really. There's no pressure, I just want you to remember that. How about we just chill for now, maybe cuddle?" You ask him, as you gently lead him by the hand to show him a few of the things you keep in your room. Your jewelry tray. The little painting of a flower you made with friends at a paint 'n' sip. Your favourite framed artworks, hanging on your wall in various frames and sizes in an organised chaos.

"It's so well-decorated… I still have my walls painted a light blue from when I was in middle school. I think I had one poster on my wall at some point… Maybe. Thank you for showing me your room, it's… It's like a snapshot of who you are as a person. I really like it." Leon politely remarks as you both sit on the edge of your bed.

"I'm glad." You smile, turning to him. "…I really want to cuddle you, if that's okay. But we go at your pace if you're not comfortable with that." You request.

"I… I'd really like that." Leon smiles, as you crawl backwards onto your bed. His frame is as stiff as a board despite the plush feeling of your mattress - he's so obviously rigid because he's never done something like this before. "Do I…?" He trails off as you face him, settling into his arms as your cheek leans on his chest. Leon's hands hover for just a moment, unsure of where to put them. But as he relaxes into your touch, his hands find their way to the small of your back and the top of your shoulder, loosely wrapping you in his arms.

"…I can feel your heartbeat." You softly chuckle. It's thudding fast against his ribcage, like a trapped hummingbird, battering against the bars of a cage to free itself. Leon tightens his arms around you just a little more at the comment.

"I can feel your heartbeat too. But it's a bit slower than mine… Is it because you… You're used to this feeling? Or you're relaxed?" He asks out of genuine curiosity.

"…Neither. I've been breathing deeply and purposely trying to calm myself down so I don't jump on you and eat you alive, actually." You chuckle, looking up at him from his chest. "I don't want to scare you off too quickly. But yeah, I suppose it's easier to calm myself since I feel so safe with you." You add in a tender tone.

"Wait, you're… Holding back for me?" Leon blinks almost owlishly, as his brain seems to stutter, reboot, and then reconfigure. The thought of you holding back for him, to restrain yourself for his benefit - it unfurled something searing and dangerous in his gut. "You don't need to- I mean, you can, but, I don't want you to hold back because you're worried about… Breaking me." He looks down at you with an affectionate expression. "Actually I might break, but I don't want you to treat me like I will. I trust you. I really do and I… I really like you. I want to do this. I want you to teach me how to take care of you." He adds in a small but earnest voice.

The corner of your lips curl into a genuine, sincere smile. "…I really like you too. And I really want you to enjoy this, so… We'll take it slow, okay? I don't want you to feel guilty whenever you're with me. I'll stop the moment you don't feel comfortable, okay?" You whisper, and he nods.

"Can I kiss you again?" He tentatively whispers back in question.

"Of course."

You kiss him - it's a tender, slow kiss, brimming with affection. But upon the second kiss, it turns into something more hungry, as you hook your leg over his hip to pull him closer. Leon's hands roam over your body - the small of your back, the nape of your neck, the sides of your shoulders, your hips… His hands wanting to be everywhere at once. Leon moans your name softly, his hips bucking against yours with a whimper. He's painfully hard, only this time, unlike the barbecue and the park, he doesn't seem to flinch. "Teach me… Please… I want to touch you… Properly…" He breathes out in between kisses. "I want to make you feel good. Please… Show me where." He pleads with blown-out pupils.

"Alright… Do you want to learn how to do it with your mouth, or your hands?" You whisper, planting a kiss on his neck. Leon was almost certain his pulse momentarily flatlined at the sensation.

'I think it's cute when a guy has kind and soft looking eyes, because it's really cute when they look up at me all doe-eyed when they… You know…' Your words from the barbecue event replay in Leon's head.

"Mouth, please…" He barely croaks out, his face somehow turning even more red as his breathing turns ragged. "You mentioned, um, at the barbecue that you like it when… They look up at you. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since you mentioned it. Not once… Not a single night. I'm entirely new to this but- I want to try. I want to make you feel the way you made me feel." He confesses quietly.

"Oh… You've been thinking about me a lot, hey?" You coo gently into his ear. "Don't worry, you're learning. I'll guide you." You add, slowly rolling onto your back as he hovers over you, placing small kisses against your neck. His hands fiddle with the waistband of your lounge shorts.

"I guess… These need to come off." Leon murmurs, and you lift your hips off the bed so he can slide them off in one motion. You remove your tank top as well, the skin of your chest hitting the cool air of your bedroom. Leon instinctively lowers his lips from your neck to the swell of your chest, his hands gently grazing against your skin with reverence.

"Good guess." You chuckle affectionately as you gently pull the back of his head, closer to your chest as he plants soft little kisses, gingerly touching your breasts. As his lips wrap around one of your nipples, you let out a soft, needy whine, which spurs him on to sucking on your other nipple, his tongue gently flicking at it a few times experimentally. He pulls away from your chest, his lips a little swollen and flushed already.

"I really like those sounds you make. I… I want to hear more." He says, lowering himself to your hips. "I… I might be bad at this, like, really bad. But I'll listen. I'll do whatever you tell me." He admits, pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh. "I think I'm ready. Tell me what you like, please…" He adds in a whisper, his eyes looking up at you, full of devotion.

"Alright." Your voice is soothing and sincere as you slide your underwear off your hips. Leon is frozen like a statue at the sight of you - his jaw hanging open agape at the sight of you, his cheeks flushed and slightly dazed expression seems fixed in place for a good moment. "A-Are you okay? If it's too much we can stop here." You check in. Leon's eyes settle on the sight of your puffy, glistening folds - proof of your arousal. Proof he's making you feel good. Physical proof of your desire for him. "…Leon?" You call out to him. He blinks, his gaze slowly lifting from your dripping wet cunt to your face - the expression of genuine concern and kindness.

Something that Leon had locked away and left to calcify seemed to finally crack, and it cracked wide open. "No," he whispers hoarsely. "No, it's not too much. It's- You're perfect." He looks up at you. "Please tell me what to do. Please, I'll be good. I'll do everything you say." He rasps out.

You gently grab his hand, moving his thumb to your clit. "Here is where the most nerve endings are which you should focus on," you move his hand to stroke your folds, "…And here is where there's less, but it still feels nice to the touch, so you don't need to neglect it. Just start with a slow pace and build up to a fast rhythm." You instruct, tilting your head, noticing he's still staring with wide eyes. "Still with me, Leon?"

"Y-Yeah, I am…" He nods visibly, as if you just pulled out of a foggy dream, and you reach out to stroke his jawline momentarily. He nuzzles into your hand, as if he were a puppy seeking affection.

"Good. You can start whenever you feel comfortable." You whisper.

Leon leans forward, taking a slow, tentative, experimental lick in one slow, flat, broad stroke. All the way up from your hole to your clit. The taste was something foreign but very welcome - slightly salty, sweet, and musky all at once. He feels you shudder underneath his touch, the small gasp that leaves your lungs. And that's all it takes. He repeats the motion once more, this time making those slow, deliberate strokes as if he's intentionally remembering, so he can commit your body to his memory. It's clumsy and a little uncertain, but he's your dedicated student.

"Like this?" He murmurs, his words muffled against a mouthful of your pussy. He focuses his tongue on your clit, starting off with slow and unsure strokes. Your back arches off the mattress, and he watches your expression contort into one of pleasure. Leon quickly falls into a rhythm of evenly-paced wet circles against your clit, his eyes showing intense concentration as he looks for every little whimper, mewl, and twitch of your body to learn what makes you tick. "Am I… Am I doing a good job?" Leon asks, looking up at you with those soft, doe-eyes. That's what you wanted to see.

"Yeah… Yeah. You're doing so good for me."

"Good… Because you taste so good…" Leon dives his head between your thighs once more, his efforts more hungry now as he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking with a gentle and steady pressure before flicking at it with his tongue. Your hips buck into his mouth and a needy moan escapes your mouth. 'Oh. She likes that.' Leon thinks to himself, before doing it again, but this time with a little more pressure and keeping an even, steady rhythm. Your limbs begin to writhe and your cunt begins to twitch against his tongue, as Leon studies you with awe with every sigh, moan, and whimper that you make. "Is it okay? Am I doing it right? Tell me, please…"

"Y-yeah… You're doing perfect, baby. You're such a good boy. You're so fucking- Ah- So perfect for me." You whine softly, stroking his silky blonde hair. The praise was intoxicating to Leon; hearing that he's good. That he's perfect. He's not a sinner. He's not wrong for wanting something. Someone.

"Please… Say that again… Please." He whimpers against your cunt. The corners of his ears are prickled with tears, the overwhelming relief and emotion that he wasn't disgusting or tainted, but that he was perfect. In your eyes, in this act, he's perfect. "Again… Please." He rasps out needily. He doesn't wait for an answer - his efforts redouble, his movements now driven and purposeful.

"You're so good to me, you're so perfect- Oh- fuck… You're gonna make me cum, do you think you could do that? Can you make me cum, baby?" You ask as he looks up at you with glassy, affectionate eyes as his tongue is practically consuming you, his tongue working against you with so much fervor that you honestly think he might be devouring your soul at this point. He eagerly nods in response to your question, his tongue flicking and sucking relentlessly until you finally feel that coil snap in your lower stomach. His name tumbles from your lips as you cum all over his mouth, your orgasm ripping right through you as your body shudders. Leon doesn't pull away, he lets you ride your high out until you're completely spent.

"That was… Okay. Yeah. You're one quick learner." You chuckle breathlessly, kissing him as you taste yourself on his tongue. He moans into the kiss, and you look down at the large patch of precum that has stained his pants. "Okay… You took care of me. Now I'm going to take care of you. Just lay back." You whisper, kissing him once more. Flipping positions, Leon is now laying back, still keeping the same rigid posture he usually has - but you're certain that will change shortly. Your knees sink into the bed, your hands freeing his cock from the constraints of his pants and underwear.

Leon's chest is heaving as he looks down at you - the sight of you peering up at him through your eyelashes as your hand grips around his cock. You can feel his pulse wrapped around the flesh of your palm, his pink tip drooling and sticky with precum. "…You're so beautiful." Leon can't help but breathlessly murmur. While his entire body was rigid, his eyes were completely soft - staring at you with adoration and a sense of devotion so intense for him that it's spine-chilling. "I've never… Nobody's ever done this for me before." He whispers, before letting out a sharp gasp of pleasure at the sensation of your tongue darting out to make little kitten licks from the base to the very tip of his cock.

"That's okay. Just relax for me, yeah? I want you to enjoy yourself." You whisper against his skin. Your wet, pink tongue darting out to collect the salty-sweet pool of precum from his weeping slit. Leon's breath hitches in his throat, his hands reaching for your hair as he fondly strokes your head.

The moment your mouth engulfs the entire head of his cock, he lets out a needy whine. "O-oh, this is… Really… You're really… Oh, fuck…" The cuss tumbles from Leon's mouth so naturally. He never cusses. But he's also never had his cock in a woman's mouth before, so there's a first time for everything. Your mouth continues to work him, your hand falling in rhythm, as you create a tight, hot seal against his cock, stroking up and down.

His hips buck against his own will as he lets out a high-pitched, pathetic, whimper. It was the sound of Leon breaking. He's fucking your mouth, and he can't stop; in fact, he doesn't want to stop. The heat of your wet mouth and the pressure and pace of your hand is too much. It's all too much for him. He moans your name, choking on sobs of pleasure as he looks down at you with desperate, dewy eyes. "It's too much, I can't hold it- I can't, I can't, I'm… Ah-!" His voice is strangled and gravelly. He comes completely undone in your mouth, his orgasm so forceful that it momentarily blurs his vision and makes his entire body shake and shudder under your touch. He whimpers and moans as thick, hot white ropes of cum shoot right into your mouth, and you greedily lap up every single drop, keeping your mouth on him until he's entirely depleted, savouring the taste of him.

"How was that? You okay?" You ask him gently, pulling your clothes back on before crawling back to your spot right next to him on the bed. Leon simply lies there for a moment, as if someone had pulled the head and limbs off a toy doll, feeling like a bunch of disconnected parts. His powder blue gaze settles onto you, and he smiles softly.

"I… Think I just died. I think I'm dead." He lets out a short laugh, rolling onto his side to pull you close. "Sorry I didn't warn you, I just… It was really sudden and… Also you swallowed it- Why would you…? It's…" Leon swallows thickly, unable to finish his sentence as he holds you tighter.

"Huh? Oh. Yeah, of course I did. It's so… What?" You ask him, as his shaky hand reaches out to cup your jawline delicately.

"I don't know… In the church, they say doing all these acts are unclean. Something like that is… Disgusting. I've been taught my whole life that it's shameful and sinful." He pauses, trying to choose his words carefully. "But you don't think I'm disgusting or dirty…?" He asks, his eyes displaying complete vulnerability.

"You're not disgusting or dirty. Not at all. I would never even think of you that way- well, unless you wanted me to." You chuckle, easing the mood a little. "I did it because I like you Leon. I like you and I mean that. And I really like being intimate with you. At your own pace, of course." You whisper.

"Thank you, I- I think I really needed to hear that. Thank you." Leon whispers back, pulling you impossibly tighter.

You both stayed that way for a while. After you cleaned yourselves up, Leon spent some time holding you in his arms as you watched a lighthearted comfort movie before he thanked you and made his way home.

The entire walk home, Leon feels like his brain and heart have been fractured. He's grappling with his actions and his faith, equal amounts of pride and shame like two tidal waves colliding directly against each other. He's unsure which feeling would win, but the feeling of anxiety is soothed by the memory of your touch. Of your words. And suddenly, it's not so bad.

Leon's keys jingle through the front door lock, his father sitting on the couch with a lukewarm cup of tea as he watches a baseball game. "Hey, dad." Leon greets his father, the casual tone feeling like a pebble stuck in his throat.

"My son! How did the studying go?" Paul grins at Leon, turning the volume down a little. Leon's brain flashes back to the bus stop trash can with the unopened packet of cookies sitting at the bottom of it, likely covered in food and litter by now. A pang of guilt hits Leon's chest.

"It was great, I'm feeling a lot more prepared now. But I'm so tired, I might've gone overboard on the studying." Leon nods, unable to hold his father's gaze for too long.

"Aw, don't worry about it. You did well! Have a rest. You've earned it." Paul beams proudly, as Leon nods and slowly makes his way up the stairs. "Oh! And Leon, we're hosting Bible group on Thursdays now. Don't forget!" Paul calls out.

"Alright, I'll write it down!" Leon responds, before retreating into his bedroom and shutting the door. Leon stares at his bible, the book splayed open to Corinthians. He lets out a slow exhale, and shuts it, picking it up and placing it on the top of his dresser, barely touching it as if it were a hot stone. For the first time in his life, his bible isn't resting on his bedside table.

The verses, the bible group, the expectations he's placed on himself, the expectations that others have placed on him… None of it matters. Nothing matters to Leon Kennedy anymore, except for the next time he'll see you again. And he's certain that's going to be very soon.

yeahhh i'm so doing a part 3 hope u guys don't mind teehee

I LOVE SUBMISSIVE WHIMPERING MEN

Leons eyes dilated as he gazed over you on once more, firmly pressing his aching cock against your thigh as he leans in. He lets out a low rumble of satisfaction, his lips firmly locking with yours. You hum sweetly against your husband. No matter how long you’ve been married, how many times you’ve kissed and devoured each other’s mouths, he always gets so worked up. You swear he gets worked up just by the thought of you. Just by your name. You wouldn’t be wrong. You can feel his cock twitch against your thigh from in the confines of his dress pants.

Your pull away for a second, but that just makes him latch onto something else, your jaw.

“Mmph.. Leon.. love you’re getting all worked up.. you’re sweating.. haa…”

He lets out a shaky exhale, eyes rolling into the back of his head when he feels your arms curl around his neck, hips jerking once against your thigh. His lips move down to your neck, sucking and nibbling little marks of ownership there, as if wearing his last name and going by “Mrs. Kennedy” isn’t proof of it enough.

“Fuck.. baby I could cum from just watching you walk into the living room every morning.. hnn.. that bed head.. haaa.. wearing my shirt.. nn.. you are so fucking radiant.. I swear I don’t know how I’ve kept myself so controlled around you..” Leon groans against the column of your neck, the warmth of his breath making you bite down on your lip.

He is utterly suffocating. In the best way possible. The smell of his cologne and natural scent surrounds you, his breath smelling of mint you both shared in the car and the wine you both had at dinner tonight. His hair smelling a mix of your conditioner and his slightly questionable shampoo choice you just cant seem to pull him away from. His shine all thanks to your expensive conditioner. As you drag your longing fingers down the love-drunk mans face, you feel his annoyingly soft cheeks, and scratchy facial hair. His eyes staring at you, the jarring blue hidden behind his hungrily large pupils.

He quickly moved forward to snatch your lips again, taking you by surprise gives his tongue the opportunity to move into your open mouth. You let out a shaky whimper, followed by a moan when you graze his wet muscle with your own, tasting the remnants of dinner on him and the punch of the wine shared between you two.

Leon’s eyes roll back at the sensation of your tongue bringing him a rush of ecstasy and dopamine, his hands holding your waist like a life line. As his lips wrapped around your tongue, his trembling hand moved from your waist over your stomach and up to your breast that brutally haunts his wet dreams. As your tongues danced together, his hand squeezes your perfect tit, his groan raw and throaty.

When the two of you pull away for air, a string of your combined saliva stayed connected between your lips and you hold his jaw to keep his head from falling down onto your chest. his eyes are half lidded and blown out. You notice just how red his cheeks and ears are, the furrow of his bows. You’re doing something to him, he looked blissed out of his mind. He’s not drunk, you both only shared one bottle of wine and leons developed a higher tolerance with his history of drinking. If anything, you felt more of a buzz.

Leon moves closer, dragging his hips up your thigh, adding friction to his painfully hard cock that’s practically drowning in pre-cum. His hips shutter and his breath hitches from the friction, the wet spot rubbing against your thigh. However he keeps his hip still, not wanting to be a horny teen and cum from humping his wife. If only he knew.

“Leon…” you whisper to him, softly undoing his tie and then his buttons, just wanting to touch his bare chest as leans in again. This time, his teeth clicked yours, making you both moan out at your closeness.

Leon’s getting really really warm, his lower stomach churning with something all too familiar. Shit, he thinks to himself. Has he gotten so old that he can orgasm just from this? So little stimulation? He takes his hips off your thigh and hovers instead, the sound he makes broken and weak. You take notice and pull back with a heaving chest, getting a tit squeeze of disapproval in response.

“Leon.. ha.. are you okay..?” Your hands run up his chest and to his neck. You notice all the drool and smeared lipstick around his lips. The color suits him. He quickly shakes his head to lean in once again.

“Nnuh… dont stop gorgeous.. don’t ever take these lips from me my love.”

He sharply inhaled as he kisses you again, your own eyes rolling back. You hate to admit it but.. you’re basically a slip and slide down there. Your clit is throbbing relentless and the fancy type of underwear you chose to put on tonight is pressed right against your clit.

Leon starts to break, arms struggling to hold himself up. Hes close, so close.. the more you move your wet tongue around his mouth the more cock twitches and aches. You swear you hear him let out a croaked whine.

Then, you feel leon go stiff and suddenly pull away, a broken gasp coming from his throat. His head dropped down and hips thrusted in the air as you looked at his pants, watched a wetspot grow, and some thick white seep through. Your eyes widened. You haven’t even jerked him off, nor did he really get.. himself off. He groans and grabs his clothed cock in an attempt to stopped the overwhelming sensation.

“Fuck… oh god im.. s..sorry.. i just.. im so in love with you i just..” he shutters out and turns to lay back against you, with your asking. You hold out your arms and wrap them around him, softly combing through his hair.

Leon shivers at your touch, leaning his head back on your shoulder and kissing your jaw. You cant help but giggle at this little predicament, watching his cum soak his now ruined dress pants.

“I must be a pretty good kisser if i just got you to cum like that!” You tease him and he looks away in shame.

“My resistance must be thinning.. I’m getting too fucking old.. it’s not those damn B.O.W’s that’ll kill be.. its my attraction to you that will..” he confesses while running his hands down his face with a heavy sigh.

You giggle at him, rubbing your nose into his hair. It does bring you great satisfaction knowing he can get so aroused by the rather simple action of making out with you to the point of straight up cumming in his rather fancy pants. You like knowing you have this kind of effect on him. You suddenly remember just how dreadfully wet and aroused you are from watching your husband bust a nut hands-free, so you bite your lip and lean into his ear, his body jerking with shivers running up his spine.

“Do you think.. you’re up to dump a load into just.. one more thing tonight Mr. Kennedy?”

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To say you weren’t struggling would be a lie. You knew college was going to be difficult, but this was on a whole other level. You couldn’t afford to miss a day of lecture or you would be completely behind, and don’t even think about trying to study the night before your exam.

But hey, that’s what it took to get a well paying career these days, right? 

It also didn’t help that Claire, your dormmate that was assigned to you at random when you moved in, was in a completely different program than you. She understood that you needed your time to do your work, but when it came to a massive frat party being thrown, like tonight, there were no excuses.

“Please, it’s my brother’s first party that he’s throwing as President, and I promised him I would invite as many people as I could,” Claire begs, closing your notebook on top of your hand. You audibly sigh, and finally meet her gaze.

“I don’t think one person will make much of a difference,” you mumble, crossing your arms over your chest. Claire’s eyebrows furrow together, her bottom lip pouting. 

“y/n… it won’t be nearly as fun if you don’t come with me!” She got onto her knees in front of you, her hands gripping both of your thighs in desperation. You would think she was a drama major by her performance right now.

You can see her brain working, coming up with one final way to convince you to get out. Her eyes light up, a wide, toothy grin covering her face.

“I know,” she begins, getting up from her knees and walking towards the middle of your shared room, “we can complete number eight on your bucket list tonight.” 

She points to a giant poster that you and Claire had made, stuck on the wall in between your beds. The poster read ‘Y/N AND CLAIRE’S COLLEGE BUCKET LIST’ in big, bold sparkly letters at the top.

It was an exercise that your residence assistant had you guys work on to get to know one another, but as the two of you got to know each other more, the list got more unhinged. 

It started with, ‘try every dining hall on campus’, and ‘meet each of your professors for each class’. But then the two of you brought it back to your dorm, and came up with some real bucket list goals.

Claire had some for herself, like ‘try a keg stand for the first time’ or ‘go skinny dipping at the pier’. Your goals were less ambitious than hers, as you were quite a lot less experienced than her. But for you, it was way out of your comfort zone.

Your goals consisted of ‘stay out all night partying’, ‘sneak out to the football field at night’, and of course, goal number eight.

‘Lose your virginity’

The words stuck out at you like a sore thumb. All throughout school, you never really had a boyfriend. You always prioritized your studies, your friends, it never really crossed your mind.

But now you’re in college, and the closest you’ve ever been romantically with someone is a cheesy game of spin the bottle in high school.

For the longest time, it felt like the person you were to “give your virginity to” had to be someone special. The timing had to be perfect, detail orientated, and with someone you were in a relationship with. And truth be told, you did still somewhat feel that way. You kept telling yourself if I’ve gone this long, I can wait a little longer, but time is running out.

Being dormmates with Claire really put things in perspective for you. The two of you were at opposite ends of your lives in that area, she had all of her “firsts” a long time ago and was definitely more spontaneous than you.

She would never pressure you into anything, but she helped you realize that your first time having sex is never usually a pleasant experience no matter who it’s with. So it was better to get it done and over with, as she had put it, so you’re not so nervous to do it with your first partner.

Your eyes widened, jaw slacked as you followed Claire’s finger to the poster. 

“No way Claire. Nuh-uh.” 

Claire sighed dramatically, planting her hands on her hips.

“y/n, you said you didn’t care who you lost your v-card to. I don’t see how tonight isn’t the best possible night to do so!” You run your fingers through your hair anxiously, head spinning with thoughts.

You had been studying for days already, your brain feeling impossibly full with material. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, Claire was right. A house full of frat guys, unlimited alcohol supply, and a chance to put the textbooks down. What could possibly go wrong?

“Fine, I’ll go. But I’m not promising anything-”

You were interrupted by high pitched squealing, and a strong hug around your shoulders.

“Thank you thank you! We are going to find you the perfect frat boy to hook up with tonight!” Claire ran to her closet, already beginning to plan out her outfit for the party. 

You sighed, closing your textbooks for the day. This would be the first frat party you’ve attended in college, and to say you didn’t know what to expect would be an understatement. You just hoped you didn’t make a bad decision, and worst comes to worst, you just cling to Claire’s arm all night.

From the moment you stepped into the frat house, you figured the former had come true tonight.

The place was a mess. College kids every square inch of the house, beer cans and solo cups covered every surface. There were people playing beer pong on the dining room table, someone funneling a drink in the kitchen, and couples making out on every step of the stairs. Needless to say, it was a typical frat party.

You immediately felt self conscious as you stepped in the door. You knew you looked hot, as Claire kept reminding you, in your mini light blue jean skirt and white low neck t-shirt. Casual for a houseparty, but enough to show off all of your best assets. What was making you anxious was how out of place you felt.

You felt like a little kid in these situations, feeling out of place and a million years behind everyone else. It was times like these where you wished you didn’t keep your nose in your books all throughout high school so you could at least pretend like you belonged. 

Claire waved a hand in front of your face, one eyebrow raised.

“Hello? Earth to y/n?” You blinked rapidly, exiting the zone you trapped yourself in, and focused on her face.

“Huh?”

“I can see on your face that you’re spiralling, y/n. Don’t overthink it, okay?” She smiled, placing a supporting hand on your shoulder. You only nodded, letting out a shudder.

“Yeah, okay. I think I just need a drink.”

You and Claire head to the kitchen, where a large bowl of some sort of spiked punch was. You pour two hefty cups of punch, and pass one to Claire. She raises her cup in a toast, 

“To you getting laid tonight!” You nearly choke on your drink as you take a sip, tasting the much too strong juice on your tongue. You hope that you at least get drunk enough to ease the nerves, and just try to have a good time tonight.

“God, it’s been a fucking hour and he’s nowhere to be found,” Claire whines, leaning against the staircase. You stand next to her, overlooking the whole house. Claire had been searching for her brother, the President of the frat, but no luck thus far. You two had made your rounds throughout the house, watching as Claire got stopped by multiple guys desperately trying to flirt with her.

And how could you blame them? Her light brown hair was long down her back, black tank top underneath her cropped red leather jacket. Her black jeans hugged her perfectly as she swayed her hips around the house.

Meanwhile, you just kept drinking, a buzz slowly flooding your senses. You were starting to feel defeated; although you had no expectations of someone catching your eye tonight, it did hurt to watch all the attention Claire was receiving and you get none. 

You tipped your cup up to your mouth to down the rest of the punch, a little spilling at the corner of your mouth. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, and placed the cup down on a table.

You decided it was almost time to go. You’d have one more drink, possibly, then make some excuse that the alcohol isn’t sitting right in your stomach and head back to your dorm. As much of a bust tonight was, you were still proud of coming out tonight. 

You leaned over to Claire, raising your voice so she could hear you over the music and chatter,

“Hey, I think I’m-”

“-Oh my God! Chris!”

In your line of view, you saw a tall, broad shouldered man come inside the house from the back door. He had that similar light brown hair, and hazel eyes. He locked eyes with Claire, and opened his arms for a hug.

Claire turned to you, toothy smile on her face, “Wait here, I’ll be back!” She was already out of your line of vision before you could say anything back. You watched as Claire ran to her brother, jumping into a hug.

“Great, now I’m stuck here for at least another hour,” you mumbled to yourself, crossing your arms over your chest. You lean against the wall of the living room, watching as Chris introduces Claire to some of his frat brothers. 

You started to feel your stomach do flip flops. You were standing by yourself, spotlights suddenly feeling like they were shining down on you. As you watched Claire so effortlessly make new friends, you wondered why it was so difficult for you to go and talk to someone?

Why is everyone staring at me? Just go up and talk to someone! 

Your inner monologue was screaming in your head, anxiety starting to paralyze your body. You knew this was gonna be a bad idea to leave Claire’s side, you should just go-

“H-hey, can I get you another drink?”

Your head whips to the voice coming from your right, eyes wide and face tense.

The last thing you expected to see was one of the cutest boys standing right in front of you. He was tall, skinny but there was evidence of muscle building, bright blue eyes, and swoopy blond hair framing his face. 

He was perfect.

He stood in front of you, one hand scratching the back of his head, cheeks a warm pink unsure if it was from the alcohol or if he was… nervous? 

Why would someone as cute as him be nervous to talk to you?

Your throat dried up, an awkward cough leaving your mouth as you tried to reply, “Uh, s-sure, thanks.”

He only nodded quickly, and sped off to the kitchen. He wasted no time in grabbing two solo cups of punch, extending one arm to give one to you.

“You didn’t lace this, did you?” You teased, taking the cup from his hand, fingers grazing quickly. The boy’s eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head at your question, his head shaking violently.

“What? N-no! I wouldn’t-”

“-I’m kidding,” You chuckle, taking a sip from the drink, “thank you…?”

“Leon, Leon Kennedy.” Leon relaxes, shoulders loosening and a sheepish smile on his face. 

“Nice to meet you, Leon Kennedy. y/n.” You push yourself off the wall, turning yourself to face him completely.

“That’s a pretty name, I like it.” You begin to feel heat rise up to your face, definitely not from the alcohol. You mutter a shy, “Thanks”, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Leon just watches you intently, like he’s admiring your features. 

“So, what brings you here tonight?” Leon asks, stepping closer to you to be able to hear your response. You suddenly feel very aware of how close he’s getting, and your breath shudders.

“Well, my friend dragged me here because it’s her brother’s party, but I’ve seemed to have lost her,” You look around the room, Claire and Chris nowhere to be found. Leon’s brows raise, taking a large sip out of his drink.

“Oh, you know Chris’ sister? That’s so cool! He’s my President, actually.” 

Your head tilts to the side. Leon’s a part of this frat? Off of first impressions you did not expect him to be into something like that. 

“This is your frat? I’m not gonna lie, you don’t look like someone who’d enjoy something like this.” Leon’s shoulders shrug, looking around at the combobulation of drunk college kids.

“Because it’s really not,” he begins, “I joined just so it would look good on an application. This kinda stuff isn’t really my thing,” he gestures to the party, voice softening. 

You couldn’t help but admire him. He was dressed casual, a grey hoodie with the college’s name embroidered on the front, baggy blue jeans, and beat up white sneakers. If you had met him somewhere else, you would’ve thought he was a lot younger than he was.

You watch as he takes another sip of his drink, throat bobbing as he swallows. Your face felt like it was on fire, how could you get so flustered just from watching him drink?

“N-not a partier?” You stutter, internally cringing at yourself, “What are you doing here then?”

Leon reaches to scratch the back of his neck again, looking down at his feet.

“Kinda have to be at every party we throw,” He mutters, looking back up at you with rosy cheeks, “but I-I was also hoping I’d run into a pretty girl tonight.” 

This had to be a joke.

First, this gorgeous boy approaches you. He offers you a drink, brings it back untouched (so far), stands far too close for a casual conversation, and is now flirting? 

Looks like goal number eight might actually be achieved tonight. 

Although Leon seemed kind, he was still a frat boy. And one thing about them is they’re accustomed to sex. What would he think if he knew you were a virgin? It was better to pretend that you knew what you were doing, than having to embarrass yourself about the truth.

You step a tad closer to Leon, a small smile forming on your lips. 

“Yeah? Did you find what you were looking for?” 

Leon smiled, head tilting down to meet your gaze directly. 

“I think I’ve managed to find the most beautiful girl in the room.”

On the outside, you’re calm and collected. On the inside, you’re screaming. You don’t think someone has ever called you beautiful that wasn’t family. 

Okay, you can’t fuck this up. Leon obviously knows what he wants, and that’s you. He’s looking at you with half-lidded eyes, neck craning down to block you behind the wall. If that doesn’t scream, I wanna have sex with you, you don’t know what does.

You take one final sip from your drink, never losing eye contact with Leon. You flutter your eyelashes a little too quickly trying to be seductive.

“Is there somewhere quieter we can go?” You shout a hair too loud, trying to have your voice reach over the chatter around you two. Leon’s eyes widen a fraction, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. He looks over his shoulder at the stairs next to them, then back at you.

“Follow me,” he whispers against your ear, placing his drink on a nearby table to reach for your hand. You do the same, almost slamming your drink down on the table and grabbing Leon’s hand. 

He guides you up the stairs, stepping over couples making out and stray beer cans as you head to the second floor.

The chatter dies down, as there’s far less people upstairs either in line for the bathroom or even more making out. Leon walks to the end of the hall, free hand twisting open a door that leads to an empty bedroom. 

He lets you in first, letting go of your hand to move to the small of your back, just gently guiding you inside. The room is small, with a double bed taking up most of the space, but it’s organized and private.

You hear the door close behind you with a soft click, turning to face Leon.

“Better?” 

The music and chatter is only a low hum below you, the air feeling fresher and calm. You turn to face him, and he’s a lot closer to you than you thought. You can smell the cologne he’s wearing, surprisingly it’s not that awful one every frat boy wears. He smells fresh and woodsy.

You don’t dare meet his eyes, nervous beyond belief, and take a look at the bedroom walls instead.

“Much better, yeah. Is this your room?” You ask, looking at the college memorabilia, a couple posters of movies like The Breakfast Club and Scream. You feel Leon move closer towards you, not even paying attention to the posters on the wall.

“Yeah, all the brothers live here. I try to keep the door locked during parties…” he trails off, and you finally turn your head to look at him.

His pupils are blown, darting from your eyes to your lips. His chest rises and falls rather quickly, like he’s reminding himself to breathe. You fully turn your body to face him, head tilting up. You feel butterflies exploding in your stomach.

Is this really happening? Is this frat boy about to kiss you? You’re not even quite sure how to kiss, to be honest. You figure you’d let Leon take all the lead, since he knows what he’s doing. 

“Hi,” You whisper, eyes rapidly scanning his face for any sort of expression. He smiles, hands hovering awkwardly just over your waist. His head dips a little lower, only inches away from your lips.

“Hey,” Leon whispers back, “you feeling okay?” 

You nod quickly, a nervous smile forming on your face. The butterflies felt like they were trying to escape out your throat, it amazes you just how gentle and sweet this boy is. His hands finally land on your waist, the touch warm and grounding. 

Leon’s eyes focus on your lips for a second, his own parted slightly and the bridge of his nose a deep pink.

“C-can, can I… kiss you?” 

“Y-yeah,” you breathe out, and slowly shut your eyes. You relax your lips, standing perfectly still until you feel the feather light pressure of Leon’s lips on your own.

By any means, this kiss isn’t perfect. His lips aren’t puckered enough, as if he’s afraid to be too forward, and you just barely reciprocate.

But it’s perfect to you. 

Your arms, laying still at your sides, nervously slide up to rest on Leon’s shoulders, which encourages him to deepen the kiss. He adds more pressure, lips firmer against yours, and you follow suit.

His fingers press into your waist more, one hand sliding up in between your shoulder blades to push you against his chest. 

No matter how much of that spiked punch you drank, nothing could compare to how drunk you feel kissing Leon. Your chest tightens, not only from the lack of oxygen but from the intense feeling of excitement.

You feel yourself gaining more confidence the more you kiss him, your lips match his rhythm and your nose is angled so it slots right against his.

For what felt like hours, the two of you pulled away with a wet clack, heavily breathing and foreheads resting against each other’s.

 “Do you w-wanna sit down?” “Leon whispers. You nod, eyes fluttering open and you pull your head away to look at him.

His lips are red and glossy, eyes still staring deeply at you without faltering. He nods as well, and slowly guides you backwards to his bed.

You feel the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed and you sit down, Leon following suit beside you.

Your thighs press against each other, the hands that were on Leon’s shoulders now folded awkwardly in your lap. The air is still for a moment, both of you gathering your bearings for what’s next to come. 

Leon shakily raises a hand, reaching to your face to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, his eyes scanning every inch of your face. You bashfully avert his gaze, eyes looking down into your lap.

“Thanks…” If Leon wasn’t paying so close attention he wouldn’t have heard you. But he was so engaged, analyzing every movement and expression. 

His hand moved to your chin and tilted it up gently, getting you to look at him. His eyes flicker between your eyes and lips again, breath shuddering against your face.

“Can I kiss you again?”

“Mhm,” you mumble, your eyes already beginning to shut and your face lean into his. Your lips slot together more effortlessly this time, the kiss still so gentle and reserved. Leon keeps his hand holding your chin, the other snaking its way back around your waist.

Your body relaxes more, getting used to kissing him. For it being your first time properly kissing someone that lasted more than a second, it was going a lot better than you expected. You almost thought you were a natural, the way Leon was reacting.

His hand on your waist started to move, trailing higher up your body ever so slowly. His thigh pressed harder against yours, trying to move impossibly closer to you. He kissed deeper, the suction on your lips more fervent and hungry. You felt his tongue poke sharply at your lips, a little unsure of its motives.

Okay, this is it. He wants to go further, and as nervous as you are, you also want more. You’d say you’re doing a pretty good job at making him believe that you know what you’re doing, or he’s just so eager to get in your pants he doesn’t seem to care.

You feel Leon’s tongue prod at your lips again, more persistent this time. The only thing you thought to do was open your mouth wider, and his tongue slid inside. The feeling was foreign, full in your mouth and slippery. But, you didn’t freak out, and let Leon take the lead.

Your hands folded in your lap reached back up to his shoulders, your nails scratching at the nape of his neck. Leon let out a sharp inhale, a quiet moan vibrating against your mouth. His hand on your waist, moving ever so slowly, reached the side of your ribcage. The base of his hand nudged the side of your breast, and it almost retracted like it burned him.

You grab a hold of the back of his hand with your own, and guide it to cup gently around your breast. You both gasped at the same time, Leon’s fingers flexing reluctantly over the mound. His hand trembles as he squeezes harder, and his kisses get uncoordinated, lips bruising yours and tongues twirling around each other.

Your heart is racing. You can feel Leon get more forward, cupping the underside of your chest and grasping hungrier. You try to get yourself to relax into his kisses again, remembering to slow your breathing and focus on the moment. But everything is happening so fast, and trying to pretend like you know what you’re doing is exhausting. It almost seems better to confess to Leon now, maybe he’d understand and might even-

Your thoughts are thrown out the window when Leon pulls himself off you, lips popping away from yours and hands flying off your chest to bury his face. 

“Fuck- I’m sorry,” he muffles in his hands, “I-I just can’t-” He pulls his hands off his face and runs his fingers through his hair. You frown, watching how flustered Leon’s getting. Was it something you did? Did he think you were a terrible kisser?

Your hands go to push yourself off the edge of the bed, “I’m sorry, I’ll just go-”

“No! Don’t- don’t go,” Leon puts a hand on your shoulder, pushing you back down on the bed. His face is tomato red, pupils dilated so much the ocean blue of his irises barely visible anymore. You only frown, your embarrassment turning into confusion. If he doesn’t want to continue with you why won’t he let you leave?

“A-are you okay?” You ask, watching as Leon breathes in through his nose and out his mouth. His eyes are wired shut, head up towards the ceiling. 

“I have to, fuck- I can’t keep doing this if I’m not being honest,” he stutters, head dropping to his lap, still refusing to look at you. Your eyebrows furrow, head tilting to try and look at him.

“Be honest about what?”

Reluctantly, Leon opens his eyes and looks at you. He scratches the back of his neck, and lets out a final shaky breath.

“Look y/n, I’m really sorry, but I…” He begins, averting your gaze again and looking down at the floor, “...I’ve never done any of this before. I mean, I’ve never even gotten to third base yet. If this isn’t what you were hoping for I underst-”

You cut Leon off with a snicker, which turns into a burst of laughter. You laugh, eyes closed shut and head thrown back, stomach almost hurting. You were so relieved. Of all of the frat guys you tried to hook up with, of course you managed to pick out the one who was in the exact same boat as you.

“I’m glad my virginity amuses you,” Leon scoffs, shaking his head. 

“No! No, Leon,” you calm down, controlling your breathing once more and subsiding the laughter. Reassuringly, you place a hand on his thigh, head tilting to catch his gaze.

“I’m laughing because I can’t believe this.”

“Believe what? That I’m a virgin?” 

“No, because I’m also a virgin,” you emphasize, pointing your finger into your chest. Leon’s eyes widen, head whipping to face you fully. His shellshocked expression makes you chuckle again, his eyes darting all over you. 

“Huh? Y-you’re a-”

“-Yeah,” you sigh with relief, propping your hands on the bed, “I didn’t say anything because I just wanted to get it over with. Figured a frat party would be a great place to meet experienced guys.” 

Still bewildered, Leon’s jaw is slacked open, eyebrows so raised they almost touch his hairline. Then, he begins to laugh. His nose scrunches, head thrown back with one hand holding his stomach. His laugh is infectious, and then you’re laughing again.

It’s light, relieving, and instantly calms your nerves. You feel like you can be more authentic, embrace the nervousness and uncertainty of the situation. Now you know you’re not alone in this, and the two of you can get to share this experience together, it makes you all the more excited.

You lean into Leon’s side more, giggles settling in your chest as a comfortable silence envelops the room. He slides an arm behind you, rubbing gentle circles on your back.

“So,” he murmured, cheeks pink again, “does this mean we can stop pretending now?” 

You look to the side of him, eyes trailing across his soft jaw, you can see the relaxation on his face.

“Yeah, I guess so,” your voice is soft and smooth. Leon shifts, facing you directly, and grabs ahold of your hands. They’re slightly shaky, but he brushes his thumbs across your knuckles to ground himself.

“Look, this is all so crazy. A-and I totally get it if you don’t wanna go through with anything anymore, but I wasn’t overplaying when I said you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

You look away from Leon’s face and to where your hands are intertwined, heat rushing up to your face and ears. If anything, you felt more inclined to continue with Leon. Not only did you find him very attractive, but he was incredibly caring, attentive, and was just as clueless when it comes to being intimate.

 “I want to keep going,” you look back up at Leon. He smiles, eyes lighting up with excitement and gives a couple squeezes to your hands.

“Are you sure? I-I can’t promise that it will be very enjoyable for you, but I want to try.”

“I’m sure, Leon. I want to do this with you.” You nod reassuringly, leaning in closer to Leon, placing a soft kiss on his lips. He melts immediately, lips slotting into yours and kissing you passionately, as if he’s trying to savour the feeling. He pulls back, a thin line of saliva connecting your mouths.

“Alright. If I do anything you don’t like, you tell me, okay?” 

“Okay.”

Leon nods before leaning to kiss you again, with more fire in his movements. He lets go of your hands to grip at your waist, pulling you almost flush to his chest. You drape one arm over his shoulder, the other hand pressing flat against his chest. 

You can feel the fast rhythm of his heart, his pectorals tensing under your touch. Leon goes to swipe his tongue over your lips again, softer this time, and you open your mouth to let him inside. A strained groan vibrated against your mouth, the sound giving you goosebumps. Who knew just by a sound alone could get you so riled up?

Leon’s hands, steadier and firmer, roam your waist, fingers slipping past the hem of your shirt to touch your ribs. You moan, the heat of his fingers melting your skin, and Leon pulls his lips away from yours. He takes a quick glance at your shirt before looking back up at you.

“Can I take this off?” Leon whispered, gently pulling at your shirt. You look at him with lustful eyes, lips swollen and parted. You nod quickly, going to reach for the bottom of your shirt. He stops you, placing his hands on top of your own.

“Wait- I need to hear you say yes. N-need to make sure you’re comfortable with everything I ask,” he places a quick kiss to the corner of your mouth, and you pull your hands away from your top.

“Y-yes, Leon. I want you to take my shirt off,” you whisper, smiling as you watch Leon nod affirmingly and go to tug at the hem of your shirt. You raise your arms and he lifts the shirt up and over your head, gently dropping it on the floor. Before he takes the chance to look at you, he pulls his hoodie off and drops it on the floor as well.

It’s a fleeting moment, but you both take the time to admire one another. Leon is slim, but you can see the muscle on his chest and faint ab lines on his stomach. His arms were the largest, biceps round and muscular on his arms.

You peel your eyes away from Leon’s body to his eyes, and he’s still transfixed on you. You were wearing a light pink bralette under your shirt, and that’s all where he was looking. You felt your face heat up, but you didn’t feel self conscious. It was more of an unfamiliar feeling of being admired.

His eyes meet yours once again, and he reaches out to caress your face.

“You are… breathtaking, y/n.” Leon kisses you, short but passionately, and rests his forehead against yours.

Your heart melts in your chest, his praise almost being too much for you. You’ve gone from no male attention whatsoever, to this absolutely lovesick puppy being so careful and attentive to you.

Your hands are resting on his shoulders again, fingertips putting pressure on his bare skin, “Sh-should I lie down?” 

Leon brushes the side of your face with his hand, watching the way his fingers thread through strays of your hair.

“Yeah, you can lie down,” he whispers, pulling away from you to let you adjust yourself. He watches as you scoot yourself up his bed, resting your head on the headboard. Leon stands, and grabs your legs to slip your shoes off. He neatly places them at the end of the bed, and kicks his own off before climbing back onto the bed.

He crawls up beside you, not entirely hovering over your body but propping himself to lean over top next to you. He uses his hand to turn your head to face him, his thumb brushing your cheek.

“I…I’d like to try something, if you’ll let me,” he began, kissing your lips quickly, “if you like or don’t like anything I need you to let me know, alright?” 

His face is just inches away from yours, his warm breath fanning across your lips. You shift into him more, nodding,

“Okay, I promise.” Leon smiles back at you, closing the gap with his lips. Leon focuses, eyes wired shut and eyebrows knitted together, internally cursing to himself not to mess this up. 

The kiss starts slow, the sounds of their lips smacking against each other filling up the room. You lie still on his bed, goosebumps fanning over your half naked body. That familiar sense of butterflies in your stomach begins to form again, but this time it’s not overwhelming anxiety.

Of course you were nervous. How could you not be? A lot of firsts were happening tonight, which was enough to keep your nervous system on overdrive. But you were also excited. You had been dreaming of this situation for so long, and now that it was finally coming true, it felt surreal.

Your head comes back down to earth when you begin to feel Leon’s lips leave your lips, and trail down your jaw. He peppers kisses along it, making his way down to the underside, sucking just a bit harder on the soft skin.

That elicits a breathy moan from you, Leon’s lips suckling on your neck is a brand new feeling that you realize you’re going to crave for the rest of your life. You tilt your head towards the ceiling to give him better access, and he takes that advantage to kiss all the way down the column of your neck.

Leon’s hands begin to roam, where they once were caressing your face to move down south. With a little more confidence than before, but not much, Leon gently grasps at your breast. His hand stays still for a moment, focusing on kissing your collarbone, but then squeezes.

You pant out of your mouth, the love bites at your shoulders and the friction against your breast was intoxicating. Leon massages and kneads your breast outside of your bra, the flesh spilling out of his palm as he tries to grab a handful. 

Leon’s lips trail back up your neck, sloppier as they move quicker to reach your lips once again. As he kisses you, lips hungry, the hand over your bra moves backwards to the clasp.

You feel as Leon attempts to unclasp your bra, fingers fumbling over the hooks the more impatient he gets. You let him struggle for a minute or two until you’re laughing against his lips, pulling away to reveal a large smile.

“Need some help?” You ask, arms already reaching to your back. Leon just sighs, cheeks flushed and a weak smile on his puffy pink lips.

“S-sorry, it’s a lot harder than I thought it was gonna be.”

“Don’t be sorry, it’s cute,” you say sweetly, effortlessly unclasping your bra, the straps falling down your shoulders. 

Slowly, you remove it entirely, dropping the bra over the side of the bed. The newfound cool air breezes over your bare breasts, nipples already hardening at the temperature. You avoid Leon’s gaze, your face feeling hot as someone other than yourself is seeing you this vulnerable for the first time.

“Hey,” Leon whispers, tilting your chin to have you meet his eyes, “you alright?” Slowly, you look back up at him, eyelashes fluttering trying to shake away nervous thoughts.

“Yeah, just…” You pause, “...feeling a little nervous.”

Leon’s eyes are round and bright, scanning your features before giving your lips a soft kiss.

“It’s okay to be nervous, y/n. But I got you, okay?” He nods encouragingly, moving his hand from your chin to brush the side of your face. 

You smile, looking deep into Leon’s eyes, a nervous exhale escaping your lips.

“Okay, I trust you,” you whisper back, flickering back to Leon’s lips and encapsulating them. His hand rests on your cheek, thumb brushing against the soft skin as he kisses you back, long and deeply.

You feel your heartbeat regulate, putting your trust in Leon was something out of the ordinary for you. The attention and admiration he was giving you was different for you, nevermind stripping so bare before somebody. 

But Leon made you feel calm, and you barely even noticed the way his hand slid off of your cheek and down your neck, to gently grasp at one of your breasts.

His hand was warm and firm, the rough skin of his palm rubbing over your nipple sends a shiver down your spine. You leaned into his touch, kissing firmer when you felt Leon’s hand squeeze at the flesh, cupping and massaging. 

A small moan melts into your mouth once his thumb and index finger form around your nipple, rolling it between the digits and pinching. Your back arches off the bed at the sensation, your brows furrowing under his touch.

Still playing with your breast, Leon pulls back to watch your reaction. 

“That feel good?” 

“Y-yes,” you moan, eyes still shut and mind hyperfocused on the fingers tugging at your peaks. Leon kisses the hollow of your neck, trailing sloppy kisses downwards to your collarbone, chest, to the valley between your breasts before landing on the hard nipple of your neglected breast.

A high whine escapes your mouth at the sudden sensation, back arching higher into Leon’s face as he kisses hungrily, his tongue swirling and flicking around the nipple. 

Your legs cross below you, feeling the growing warmth in your core as Leon continues to worship over your breasts. He looks up at your face, lips and hand still glued to your skin, watching as your body writhes under his touch.

He can feel himself already rock hard, pulsating under his jeans from just watching you so stimulated by his actions. If he doesn’t get this moving along soon, he’s going to finish before you even get the chance to.

He places a final kiss to your breast before pulling off with a wet pop, the skin glistening with his saliva. His hand on your other breast slides down to your waist, then further to the button of your jean skirt. His fingers toy with the waistband, feeling you out before doing more than you’re comfortable with.

“Can I pull this down?”

You look down at Leon’s hand, brushing just under your bellybutton at your skirt. 

“Yeah, please,” you say as you’re already lifting up your hips, watching as Leon unbuttons the skirt and you help pull it down to your knees. You kick it off completely, all that’s left on you is a white thong, already a small wet patch forming over your core.

Leon smiles at you, hand resting on your hip. 

“I-I don’t really know what I’m doing, but I wanna make you feel good,” he begins, “so you tell me what feels good and what doesn’t, okay?” His face is so serious, you can tell he is so afraid of messing this up.

And whether it’s because he doesn’t want to embarrass himself, or that he genuinely wants to be able to make you feel good, you can’t tell. But you just nod, matching his smile and swiping a stray hair that had fallen over his eye.

“Okay, I can do that.”

He kisses you softly, forehead resting on yours as his hand slides off your hip, and down and below your underwear. His hand rests on your core, unsure of what to do before slowly, his fingers swipe between your folds. 

Your breath hitches, the feeling foreign as he drags his hand up and down your folds, the slick coating his fingers and reducing the friction. He doesn’t necessarily rub in a specific spot (or the specific spot), just ghosting over your entrance or spending a little too much time on your labia.

You can’t blame him for trying, he told you he didn’t know what he was doing, but a chuckle couldn’t help but escape your lips as he practically touched every part of you except your clit. It was endearing, feeling him try so hard to please you, but you knew if you wanted this night to be somewhat enjoyable you had to step in.

Leon slowed his hand as he heard you chuckle, looking at you confused, “What? A-am I doing something wrong?”

“No no, it's just…” You place your hand on top of his, guiding his first and middle finger to hover over top of your clit, “...try right here. Slow circles.” 

“O-okay,” he stutters, your hand leaving his to rest on his bare chest. Leon puts pressure over the spot with his fingertips, and just like you told him, rubbed slow clockwise circles.

That did the trick, the nerves shocking your body, hips bucking in reaction. Leon notices the action, and quickens his pace.

“Is that better?”

“Yes, a lot better,” you exhale, lashes fluttering as you watch his hand work under your panties. Leon watches your face intently, almost more focused on your reactions than the movement of his fingers.

His brows knit together in concentration, tongue darting out to lick his lips as he keeps those slow circles over your clit. Your thighs twitch around his hand almost instantly.

“Oh,” you breathe, fingers digging into the skin of his chest. Leon’s eyes widen slightly at your reaction, shoulders relaxing just a little. 

“Th-that’s good?” He asks softly, almost hopeful.

“Mhm,” you nod quickly, lips parting when he presses a little firmer, “don’t stop.” 

The words seem to shoot straight through him as he keeps going, a shaky breath exhaling through his nose. You can feel the confidence in him now that he can see he’s doing something right. His fingers maintain the slow rhythm you guided him into, careful but eager, like he’s memorizing every reaction your body gives gim.

Your hips begin to move against his hand without thinking, chasing the friction. Every soft gasp and breathy sound that leaves your lips only seems to encourage him further. 

“You’re doing so good,” you whisper, almost delirious from the sensation. Leon’s face flushes immediately at the praise.

“I am?” He asks quietly, almost sounding surprised. You let out a small laugh between breaths, reaching from his chest to his wrist and holding on tight. 

“Yes, Leon- fuck- just like that,” you curse under your breath, and it nearly ruins him. 

You can physically see the effect it has on him; his jaw clenches, blue eyes darkening as he watches you writhe beside him. But instead of rushing, he forces himself to stay steady, fingers moving in those same tight circles while his other hand slides to cup around your breast again.

Your breathing grows uneven, thighs trembling faintly around his hand. Your core clenches around nothing, your panties dampening the more aroused you became. Something warm begins tightening low in your stomach, unfamiliar but overwhelming in the best way.

“Leon…” You whimper, brows pinching together. His movements immediately slow with concern.

“Did I do something wrong?” 

“No,” you breathe quickly, shaking your head, “no, keep going. I just-” Your words dissolve into a gasp when he presses into your clit again, returning to the quick pace. Leon swallows hard, eyes flickering nervously between your face, your breast where his hand massages, and his other hand beneath your panties.

“Tell me what you need,” he whispers. The sincerity in his voice makes your chest ache. As amazing as it feels against your clit, it feels like something is missing. 

“I-I need you to put a finger in,” you murmur, “but don’t stop, please.” 

Leon nods instantly, transitioning to his thumb to rub faster circles on your clit. His fingers swipe between your folds once again, collecting the slick between them, and slowly pushes his middle finger inside you.

You immediately clench around the digit, the stretch foreign and unforgiving, but it seems to fill the missing void as the knot in your stomach tightens. He pumps his finger quickly to match the pace of his thumb, and the wet friction and repeated pressure makes your back arch off of the mattress.

“Oh my god-” Your hand tightens on his wrist, nails digging into the skin.

“There?” Leon asks breathlessly, almost panicked, “Right there?” 

“Yes-yes, right there.” The praise and reassurance seems to completely undo him. His forehead nearly drops to your shoulder as he keeps touching you, increasingly fascinated by every tiny reaction he pulls from you.

Your legs shake harder now, breathing stuttering as the knot inside you winds tighter and tighter. His thumb is rapidly circling your clit, pressure so deep it almost burns, and your walls constrict around his finger as it pumps faster inside. Then suddenly, the knot snaps.

Your body jerks softly beside Leon, a broken moan leaving your lips as your fingers clutch at his wrist harder, the other hand grasping at the bedsheets. Leon practically freezes for half a second in shock before continuing to motion through it, helping you ride out the waves of pleasure as your thighs tremble around his hand.

Only once your breathing starts to calm does Leon start to slow down. The room falls quiet, except for both of your uneven breaths. He stares at you with wide eyes, somewhere between stunned and relieved.

“Holy shit,” he whispers. A weak laugh escapes your chest as you cover your burning face with your hands. Leon immediately pulls your hands away gently, almost worried. 

“Was that okay?” He asked quickly, “Did I-”

“That was more than okay,” you laugh breathlessly. The tension leaves his shoulders all at once. And then, to your surprise, a shy grin spreads across his face; proud, disbelieving, and a little overwhelmed all at once. His hand pulls out from your core, sliding to your waist to give a reassuring squeeze.

“That was really fucking hot,” Leon mutters as he goes back in to kiss you, tongue jetting out and sloppily swiping over your lips and teeth. You giggle into the kiss, letting his tongue enter your mouth and explore. Your hands wrap around his shoulders, your fingers trailing up the nape of his neck. He groans, leaning against you and crushing you deeper into the pillows on his bed.

Leon pulls away, staring adoringly at your face surrounded by the pillows. His hand pulses around your waist, the other brushing the hair that fell over your forehead.

“I was so scared I was gonna be bad at this,” he mutters, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. You feel him kissing the skin there, and you thread your fingers through his hair, nails scratching at the scalp.

“You did so good,” you spoke into his ear, “took a second but we got there.” 

He lifts his head to look at you, and pulls himself up from the bed to hover on top of you. Your head is caged between his hands on the bed, your legs spread wide for his body to slot in between them. 

You can feel his hips pressing into yours, more specifically the rock hard print under his jeans. Leon groans when you lift your hips to rub against it, his head dips and shakes above you.

“Fuck y/n,” Leon’s hips grind against yours, chasing the friction, “you’ve got me so hard.” 

You look down at his hips, the outline prominent on his jeans. You swallow hard, those butterflies erupting in your stomach once again.

This was the part you were the most nervous about. According to ‘losing your virginity’, this would be it. And because it being your first time, you knew that it wouldn’t be as pleasant for you. But you trusted Leon, and he had already stimulated you to prepare, so the best thing you could do was to try and relax.

“Do-do you want to…” You trail off, almost embarrassed to say it. Leon seemed to understand what you were alluding to, and his face instantly flushed.

“Only if you want to. I know it’ll mostly be for me,” he leans his head down to gently peck your lips, “but we can stop if it’s too painful or-”

You interrupt him with a kiss, your hands caressing the sides of his face. 

“Leon, I want to. I really do,” you assured him, lifting your hands to brush the hair out of his face. He melts into your touch, head nudging against your hand. It warms your heart how considerate Leon is; you can clearly see he’s aching to go further, but would never do anything more than what you were comfortable with. And that’s what turned you on the most.

 Leon rose from the bed, standing next to you as he began to unbuckle his jeans. You watched as he clumsily fiddled with his belt, unzipped his pants and let them drop to his ankles.

You almost gasped when you noticed the large bulge through his boxers, practically straining itself to be free. How is that supposed to fit inside of you?

Leon must’ve read your mind, or the blatant concerned look on your face, and he scrambled to his nightside drawer.

“Uh, I think I have…” He opened the drawer, rummaging through it before pulling out a brand new bottle of lube, and an unopened box of condoms. “You never know I guess,” Leon mumbled, opening the box to pull out the gold foil packet. Leon toyed with the waistband of his boxers, before reluctantly sliding them off and letting them pool on the floor.

Instinctively, you looked away, focusing on the posters on his bedroom wall again, but you remembered where that thing was about to be, so you might as well get a good look. 

You weren’t sure if it was because this was the first penis you’ve ever seen in person, but Leon’s cock was big. Not only long, but a decent thickness to it as well. It looked painfully erect, the head red and throbbing, already oozing milky precum out the slit.

His cock sprung out of his boxers, slapping his stomach before bobbing out in front of him. His focus was on the condom in his hands, ripping the foil and tossing it on the nightstand before clumsily unrolling it onto his cock. 

When Leon finally looked up at you, catching your slacked jaw and bright red cheeks, he awkwardly chuckled.

“What, don’t like what you see?”

You stuttered, hands tucking your hair behind your ears while trying to come up with the most appropriate thing to say, “N-no it’s just… I think you’re gonna tear me in half with that.” 

Leon laughed, climbing onto the bed again, hovering on top of you. You could feel his latex covered cock press against your panties, your teeth biting your bottom lip in reaction.

“We’ll take it slow, and that’s what this is for,” Leon grabbed the bottle of lube, opening the lid and squirting maybe a little too much along the length of himself. He groaned when he grabbed ahold of his cock, coating it fully with the lube. After putting the bottle down, he directed his gaze to your hips, where your core was still clothed.

“Can I take your underwear off, y/n?” Leon whispered, his head leaning down close to your face. You begin to nod, and as Leon’s about to correct you you blurt,

“Yes! Yes, you can take them off.”

He breathed a laugh as he reached down to your panties, hooking his fingers around the waistband as he slid them down your hips, taking them off completely and dropping them to the floor.

The air was cold on your core, your panties peeling off slowly from being sticky with your slick. You watched as Leon eyed you, eyes darting all over between your legs. 

“Fuck,” he muttered, spreading your thighs apart with his knee, “this is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

You snicker, resting your hands on Leon’s shoulders, lifting your head to look down at both of your hips. Leon catches the way your eyes flick nervously between his face and where your bodies press together, and immediately his expression softens.

“Hey,” he murmurs, thumb brushing along your hip, “we don’t have to rush this.” 

You swallow hard, trying to steady your breathing as he hovers over you. The earlier confidence you’d built up starts to crumble under the reality of what’s about to happen.

“I know,” you whisper, “I’m just nervous.” 

Leon nods like he understands completely.

“Me too.” 

That makes you laugh softly, and the tension in the room eases almost instantly. Leon leans down to kiss you again, slower this time, more reassuring than heated. His hand slides up your waist, giving gentle squeezes. 

“You tell me if you want to stop, okay?” He says quietly against your lips.

“I will.”

He presses one last kiss to your mouth before pulling back just enough to look at you, icy blue eyes searching your face carefully, analyzing every reaction. 

Leon goes to grab ahold of his cock at the base, and gently presses the head up against your folds. A small gasp leaves your mouth as you feel him swiping the head up and down your entrance, mixing the lube with your slick to try and make this as painless as possible. 

He stalls for a second, eyes looking back at yours, “You still okay?”

You nod, “Yeah.”

“It might feel better if you… touch yourself when I go to put it in,” Leon suggests, looking down at your hips to align himself in front of you. You take your dominant hand off of Leon’s shoulder and slide it down to your clit, using your first and middle finger to draw slow circles overtop of it. 

You feel yourself relax a little more, face less tense as you feel Leon’s tip just kissing your entrance. 

But that relaxation immediately disappears the moment Leon moves his hips, the tip forcing its way into you.

The stretch is unforgivable, it feels white hot the deeper he tries to push himself inside. You hiss, eyes wiring shut and nails dig into the skin on Leon’s shoulder. He instantly stalls, pushing no further the second he sees the uncomfortable look on your face.

“Too- ahh- too much?” He almost whines in between words, the constriction from your walls around his cock is almost enough to get him to cum instantly.

“Just- don’t move for a second,” you spit out, concentrating on breathing as you feel your walls adjusting. Leon does as he’s told, not moving an inch as he watches you contort your face. He rubs soothing circles on your waist with his thumb, his lips pressing soft kisses along your jaw. 

You can feel your walls stretching around him, the burn subsiding as you continue to stimulate your clit. Your face relaxes, head that you didn’t realize you had raised, lowered back down on the pillow. 

Leon felt your fingers declaw from his shoulder and it triggered him to pull off of your jaw.

“Better?” He asks, eyes scanning yours for any sort of discomfort. Your bottom lip is caught between your teeth as you nod, inhaling deep through your nose.

“Yeah, you can keep going.” 

Leon whispers a small “Okay”, and grabs ahold of his cock again before letting himself push deeper.

You remind yourself not to hold your breath as Leon inches further in your core, letting out a large exhale mixed with a whine.

You knew this was going to hurt, but not like this. You feel impossibly full, the girth of Leon’s cock felt like a foreign object trying to squeeze itself somewhere it shouldn’t. Just when you thought it was going on forever, you felt his hips flush against yours as he fully bottomed out. 

“O-oh my- fuck,” he groaned loudly, stilling to not only let you adjust to his full length but to control himself.

Leon knew he wouldn’t last long, but the way his cock was being vacuum sealed around your cunt, only a couple of thrusts would be enough to make him cum. 

His grip on your waist grew tighter, stabilizing himself as he dragged his cock back out, pulling out to almost the tip before slowly sliding back in.

Leon was a moaning mess on top of you. Little moans as he thrusted so slowly, feeling every ridge along your walls the deeper he went. When he would bottom out, a breathy whine sheepishly escaped his lips, absolutely reveling in the pleasure. 

You thanked him for encouraging you to play with your clit, the little nerve bundle relieving the pain the more he picked up the pace.

You locked eyes with Leon, his brows knit tightly on his face, jaw slacked and panting.

“Are you- my god- doing alright?” He asked between thrusts, his hips becoming uncoordinated and faster in movement. You weakly moan in response, lifting your head to gently kiss him.

“I’m good, feels better,” you smile into the kiss, feeling Leon’s hips rut faster into yours.

It did get better, not by much, but your walls adjusted around him and you didn’t feel as stuffed. You continued to rub your clit, circles moving faster to intensify the pleasure. You watched Leon’s face as it became more contorted, nose scrunching and eyes wiring shut the deeper he plunged his cock.

“y/n I’m not- not gonna,” he moaned, thrusts becoming shallow and quicker, “oh fuck!”

He stalls his hips pressed against yours, his shoulders tense up as if the wind was knocked out of him. You feel his cock twitch inside of you, a string of moans leaving Leon’s lips give you enough clues to figure out that he came. 

His face is a blushing mess as he realizes how quickly he came, eyes prying open to look down at where your hips connected. They flash back up to you, flickering with embarrassment.

“Oh my god y/n,” he dipped his head to hide his face in your shoulder, “I’m so sorry.” 

You laugh, both hands reaching up to scratch the back of his head. You place a grounding kiss to his temple, keeping your lips pressed against him as you mutter,

“What are you sorry about?”

You feel Leon sigh against the crook of your neck, slowly pulling his head up to look at you. His face is still bright red, eyes wide and pleading.

“You… didn’t get to finish,” he mumbled, his hands pressing firmer into your waist. He feels so tense, beating himself up for something you knew he couldn’t control. You just smiled reassuringly, sliding your hands around to cup the sides of his face.

“Leon, it’s okay. You already made me finish,” you peck his lips, thumbs swiping along his cheeks, “you did so good.” 

The praise cracks a small smile out of Leon, his shoulders finally relaxing, head dipping lower.

“Are you sure? It-it didn’t hurt too bad?”

You shake your head, “Just at the beginning, but then it felt good.” 

Leon sighed with relief, his hands loosening the grip and sliding further up your body. His thumb brushes across your nipple, causing a shiver up your spine. 

“Well,” Leon kisses your lips, soft but passionate, “I still wanna make it up to you.” 

Your brow arches, pulling back just enough to look at him.

“Make up for what?”

Leon’s lips drag along your jaw, sucking that newly found sweet spot just below your ear. His lips are already to your collarbone before he mumbles out, “Gonna make you cum again.” 

You go to speak but are replaced by a low whine as Leon pushes himself off of you, his slowly softening cock pulling out of your core. You suddenly feel so empty, walls clenching around nothing. Leon sits up and removes the condom, tossing it into a small trashcan by his bed. 

You prop yourself up on your elbows as he lies back down next to you, hand massaging down your hip.

“I would like to taste you, y/n,” Leon whispers, eyes searching yours for a reaction. You give him that familiar confused expression, not clueing in to what he’s asking. 

“What do you mean?” Your head tilts, and Leon only travels his hand across your hip, fingers ghosting over your mound. Your eyes widen as it finally clicks for you.

“Only if you’re comfortable with that, but I’ve always wondered what it’s like.” He blushes, keeping his hand resting overtop of your cunt and leaning his face in to nudge your nose.

You swallow nervously, feeling your own face get warm. Of course, you’ve also wondered what having someone eat you out would feel like. And now would be no better time to have you find out, with a willing participant. 

You had already been so intimate with Leon, but something about him getting so close and personal between your legs felt even more intimate. But you’ve come to trust Leon, his eyes are genuine and all he wants to do is please you. 

He’s watching your face as you contemplate, and you slowly nod.

“Yeah, okay. You can do that.”

Leon’s eyes light up, a toothy grin spreading across his face. 

“I’ll do the best I can, I promise,” he finishes his sentence with a kiss, shifting his body to hover over top of you. His lips trail down to your jaw again, and make their way down south. Wet, sloppy kisses down your neck, chest, on each breast, stomach, and just on the top of your pelvic bone. 

Leon wedges himself between your legs, hooking your thighs up and over his shoulders as he becomes face to face with your core. You look up at the ceiling, face still flushed and nervous.

You felt kisses along your inner thigh, moving to kiss the other one before his lips got too close. Your breath hitched when you felt the warm air fan across your folds, eyes shutting in anticipation.

“Hey, look at me,” Leon whispers just inches away from your core. Reluctantly, you tilt your head down and open your eyes to meet Leon’s. “You’re okay. I got you.”

The words are so simple, but the way he looked into your eyes and spoke so earnestly, your heart wants to shatter into a million pieces. You nod and smile, reaching your hand down to thread your fingers through his hair. You must think this boy has a magic power of calming your nerves, because you didn’t look away as Leon dipped his head, jetting out his tongue to lick a fat stripe up the middle of your core.

Your hips jerk in reaction, mouth wide open and shallow breaths leaving your chest. Leon’s arms wrap under your thighs to push your hips down into the bed, stabilizing them. 

He licks another long stripe, tongue parting your folds before stopping right on your clit, and placing a gentle kiss on top of it. 

That elicits a moan from you, the fingers in Leon’s hair gripping tighter as he continues to kiss your clit, taking the bundle of nerves between his lips and sucking softly.

“Leon, fuck- yes,”

Your hips try to buck into Leon’s face, chasing that friction, but his hands won’t let you budge. He just groans against your clit, the vibrations making you whine loudly. 

Leon watches your face as he continues to suck on your clit, seeing that this was eliciting the best reaction from you, and only goes to suck harder. He stiffens his tongue to flick against the bud, causing your head to throw back in pleasure.

You feel that familiar knot forming in your stomach, your thighs closing around Leon’s head the tighter the knot becomes. Your hand gripped his hair tighter, pulling it closer to your core as you tried to grind your hips on his face.

You felt delirious. Nothing had felt this overwhelming until right now, but in the best possible way. The way the suction around your clit made it throb, Leon’s hard tongue replicating his fingers from before and swirling in circles, it was almost too much.

“Oh my god,” you moan, your stomach very suddenly approaching your second orgasm of the night, “I-I’m gonna!”

Leon hums against your clit, lips clamping down on it and shoving his nose deeper into your mound as the knot in your stomach snaps.

Your legs involuntarily crush Leon’s head, face contorting as the orgasm floods through you harder than before. Your chest burns as you hold your breath, muscles tensing all over your body as the waves keep crashing down. Leon rides out your high by kissing your clit, gentler than before, not even phased by you practically suffocating him against your core.

Leon only stops once you finally come down, entire body relaxing into the bed. Your thighs fall to their sides, hanging loosely on his shoulders, hand untangling in his hair and flopping beside you. You watch as Leon finally releases your clit from his mouth, prying his head from your hips to look up at you.

The biggest smile you’ve ever seen was plastered on his face, mouth soaked with your juices and lips pink and swollen.

“Holy fuck y/n,” Leon pants, sliding your legs off his shoulders, “I think that’s the best thing I’ve ever done in my entire life.” 

You laugh, hands reaching up to brush back your hair, “Imagine how I feel right now,” you lift your head to watch as Leon crawls his way back up to you.

“I did good then?”

“You’re a fucking natural in my books, Leon,” you grab ahold of Leon’s face to pull it up to yours, kissing him fervently. You taste yourself on his lips and tongue, but you couldn’t care less. All that mattered to you now was how this night couldn’t have gone better than you ever dreamed of. 

Leon pulled himself to the head of the bed, settling in next to you with his back leaned against the headboard. You shifted closer to him, head resting on his shoulder and a hand absentmindedly tracing patterns on his chest.

All that could be heard in the room was the deep breaths leaving both your mouths. 

The silence felt only the slightest bit awkward, finally coming to realize what you had just done. You’re lying bare naked in a stranger’s bed, next to that naked stranger, and have just completed number eight on your bucket list. 

You bashfully avoid Leon’s gaze, your eyes looking down at your hip where he’s got a hand massaging the skin. You can feel his eyes burning the side of your face, like he’s mustering up the courage to speak.

“I uh, didn’t hurt you, did I?” He whispers into your ear, lips tickling just the shell of it. You turn your head to face him, his face a lot closer than you thought it was, and shake your head.

“No, not the entire time,” Leon’s eyes widened, afraid that he had done something wrong for you to have been in pain, “it’s not uncommon for a girl’s first time to be uncomfortable, having such a big thing be put up there.”

You chuckle, and so does Leon, easing the worry away, “Alright, it’s not that big.”

“Just take the compliment, Leon.” 

You both laugh, Leon’s head leaning down to rest on top of yours while you nudge closer into his shoulder. He snakes an arm behind you, pulling you even closer, your warm bodies melting into each other.

You can still hear the bass of the music from downstairs, the party still going like nothing had even happened. To you, it felt like time had stopped. 

Leon must’ve been thinking the same thing, muttering into your hair after placing a kiss on the top of your head, “So, does this still count as ‘getting it over with’?” 

It takes you a second to reply, because technically, had it been anyone else, you would’ve considered it ‘getting it over with’.

But now you’re here, in the arms of this caring, gentle, selfless boy, who had made sure you were taken care of and reassured. And he was looking at you like you were sent down to him from heaven, a glow encapsulating your body. 

Maybe waiting this long to lose your virginity wasn’t so bad after all. 

“No, I don’t think it does.” 

Leon pulses his hand on your hip, nose inhaling the scent of your shampoo in your hair.

“You know, y/n,” Leon whispers, lifting his head to get a better look at your face, “I’m glad it was you.” 

You lift your head off his shoulder to find his gaze, the brightest smile on your face Leon has seen so far. 

“I’m really glad it was you, too.” 

You reach up to kiss him, not too rough but just enough to show him how much this meant to you.

“Would you wanna,” Leon speaks against your lips, reluctantly pulling away, “maybe, go out for dinner sometime?” 

“Well that’s a little backwards, sex first and then the date?” You tease, patting his chest with your hand. Leon rolls his eyes, but couldn’t help the big grin growing on his face.

“I think this whole night has been a little unusual, don’t you think?” 

Your face goes a little more serious, eyes holding Leon’s gaze, sheepish smile forming.

“Actually, I think tonight was perfect.” 

Leon’s eyes brighten, and the hand that was on your hip comes to cup the side on your face.

“Me too.” 

He kisses you once again, just a gentle peck, confirming that he was feeling the same way as you.

“I was thinking that I could take you-”

*RING RING RING* 

Your head whips as you hear the familiar ring of your phone, coming from the floor of Leon’s room. You sit up from the bed, bending over to the floor to search your jean skirt pockets to find your buzzing flip phone.

The little preview screen showed Claire’s contact, and you cursed to yourself.

“Oh shit,” You muttered before answering the phone, holding it up to your ear.

“Hey Claire-”

“-y/n! Where the hell are you? I’ve been looking all over this house for over an hour!”

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. Leon sits up beside you, watching your face as he can quietly hear the yelling through the phone.

“I uh, I’m upstairs.”

“What? I’ve checked up there like three times,” there’s a pause for a second, and you can almost hear the gears in Claire’s brain working as she figures it out, “wait, are you-”

“-Not another word, Claire. I’ll meet you downstairs.”

  “No way! Who is it?”You sheepishly turn your body away from Leon’s, as if that would do anything for him to not hear as you whisper, “We’ll talk about it later, okay?”

You utter a small goodbye, and hang up the phone. Your hands rest on the edge of the bed, and let out another big sigh. “I guess that’s my cue to go, Claire’s looking for me.”

You stand up to look for your clothes, skewed all over Leon’s floor, and he helps you pick up each item. As he goes to hand you your skirt and top, he stops.

“Wait- I’m serious about dinner, y/n. I really want to see you again.”

You grab the clothes in his hands, your fingers lingering on his. “I really want to see you again too.” 

You throw your clothes on, adjusting them to make you look somewhat presentable, and notice a notebook and pen lying on Leon’s desk. You open the notebook to write your phone number.

“Call me, and we can figure out a date.”

Leon smiles wide, finger tracing over the numbers on the paper. He goes to give you a hug, his strong arms wrapping around your waist tight. You reciprocate and wrap your arms around his neck, inhaling the smell of his cologne.

“I wish you could stay,” he whispered against your hair. You smile, and turn your head to kiss Leon’s cheek.

“Me too, but I’ll see you soon, yeah?” 

Leon nods, pulling away just enough to place a final kiss on your lips as his answer. As his lips slot perfectly into yours, you can’t help but wonder how you ended up getting so lucky tonight.

After taking a quick peek out the door, you slip out quietly, and head to the stairs. The party is still as busy as before, unaware of one of the most important things in your life happening in the other room.

The second you reach the bottom of the stairs, Claire is waiting for you, arms crossed over her chest, foot tapping impatiently.

"You've got a lot of explaining to do, y/n."

She looks you up and down, seeing your clothes wrinkled, hair a mess, and face flushed red. You just laugh, and walk with her towards the front door.

"Oh trust me, I have SO MUCH to tell you."

credits to @uzmacchiato for the dividers!