Elysia ♡

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

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

Leon’s already caught on.

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

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

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

It throws you.

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

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

Leon’s already running.

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

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

You haven’t come up for air.

“Fuck.”

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

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

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

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

He heaves in air when your heads breach the surface.

You do not.

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

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

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

Get up

We need to move

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

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

“Run!”

It’s a bit much to ask.

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

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

You’re almost there.

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

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

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

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

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

“Almost there. Come on.”

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

“Get in. Get in!”

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

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

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

“Fuck!”

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

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

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

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

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

“No.”

“No?”

“The keys are in my coat.”

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

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

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

Fuck.

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

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

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

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

“Tenderized, Leon. Ow."

“How bad?”

“I don’t… think anything’s broken.”

“Deep breath in.”

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

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

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

“You gotta get down on me."

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

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

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

Fuck.

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

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

He hisses and pushes you back up by the shoulders.

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

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

“You can’t be wearing that.”

“Leon–“

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

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

"Do you trust me?"

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

"Yes."

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

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

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

“Yeah. Fine."

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

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

“Do you know you're doing that.”

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

“I didn't tell you to stop,” you say.

“Yes ma'am.”

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

Your eyelids are heavy.

“Is it bad to fall asleep?”

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

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

And you register why.

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

And something else is different.

“…Where are your hands?”

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

“Good boy.”

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

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

“Shit,” you whisper, and kiss him.

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

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

“You be careful with my side.”

“Damn.”

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

“You’ve got a fixation.”

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

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

“Don’t be rude.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Jesus. Keep talking like that.”

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

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

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

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

“What do you want?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Mm. Lucky day.”

“I know.”

“Any last words?”

“What?”

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

“Be careful,” he says.

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

“Are you okay?”

You manage a nod. “God, Leon.”

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

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

“Fuck me.”

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

“Think you can come like this?”

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

“Tip your hips down,” he says.

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

“Fuck, like that Leon!”

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

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

“Shit,” you gasp. “Are you close?”

“Do you want me to be?”

You clench around him and he groans, hips stuttering.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How’s your side?”

“Stings.”

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

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

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

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

“Worked out fine the first time.”

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

“Beginner’s luck.”

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

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

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your ass was pressed against the porcelain sink, legs wrapped around leon’s waist. how you’d convinced him to do this was beyond you, but you were so glad because you’d been eyeing him the second he walked in. leon had made sure to get your age before conceding, because you were a pretty little thing, even if he knew this wasn’t a clear headed decision.

leon wanted a distraction, and he got one.

“do you have a condom?” you ask, voice all soft and breathless from the kissing. he was trailing his lips down your neck, sucking harshly at your collarbone and pulling the straps of your sundress off your shoulders.

and then he stopped—stilling when he realized what you’d asked. “uh, no.”

“ugh, seriously?”

“i wasn’t planning to get laid tonight.” despite this not being the first time he’s had sex in a bar bathroom, he wasn’t in the habit of carrying condoms with him. it was so few and far between that he actually slept with someone it hardly made sense for him to have some.

your next question told him that you were definitely still interested. your voice so soft, so fucking pretty that it was messing with leon’s head. “you clean?”

leon’s hands dragged over your bare thighs, nudging your nose with his. “yes, are you?”

“yes.”

“i can pull out.”

“i have an iud, you’re fine.”

leon was silent for a few seconds, then, “you’re not just saying that, right?”

“fuck no, i’m not just saying that, you think i want a kid right now when i’ve got at least another year of college?” well, that, leon could trust.

“you’ve got quite the mouth on you.” his voice was lower, almost teasing as he licked a stripe up the side of your neck.

“maybe you should put it to use.”

“i could.” he shrugged, seeming like he was contemplating it. he had one hand kneading your ass while the other pulled the top of your dress down until your breasts were on display, nipples already pebbled. they were a feast for his eyes. you watch the corners of his mouth lift into a smirk.

“but i’m more interested in the sounds you’ll make for me.” then he sucked and licked at one of your nipples while he pinched the other.

and he wasn’t very gently about it either.

“f-fuck, leon!”

your nails dug into his shoulders as his tongue flicks your nipple. the curl of his lips and the way his eyes are looking up at you tell you everything you need to know. he’s enjoying this.

he pulls back, delivering a sharp smack to your thigh with his free hand.

“there’s that mouth again…”

leon clicks his tongue, fingers digging at your thighs as his spreads them enough to step between your legs.

you shiver involuntarily from the heat radiating off him. your panties clinging to your folds and there’s definitely an obvious wet patch.

“would you look at that, you’re soaked already.”

his mouth curls up as he slides one finger into the silky fabric covering you, groaning as he feels your slick warmth.

“bet you taste divine…” leon whispers more to himself rather than saying it to you.

your head tips back against the mirror, eyes fluttering when leon pulls the soaked fabric out of the way and slides two fingers inside your spongy walls. his thumb presses against your clit and your body jolts, arching into his touch. soft whines slip past your lips as he circles your clit sloppily.

“come on, don’t make me wait.”

it’s not your fault that you’ve grown impatient. you’re body is wound and electrified, tiptoeing on a fine line that is suddenly becoming not enough. you need more, need to feel all of him before you combust.

the sound of leon unbuckling his belt drew your attention. hazy eyes focusing back on him, lips parted and panting. every tooth of the zipper sounds deafening despite the rowdy noise from the bar just outside the bathroom.

leon grins seeing how your eyes are locked onto what he’s doing, he removes his fingers from you and brings them to his mouth without hesitation. you didn’t miss the way they glisten with your arousal in the dim lighting. leon hums, his eyes shutting as your flavor bursts across his tastebuds. he savors it for as long as he can.

“divine indeed. if i didn’t want to be inside you so much right now, i’d bury my tongue in your wet, little pussy.”

your face heats up at how unabashedly he’s talking about you. or rather your pussy. it makes your head spin, but you find yourself liking leon and how he talks.

you watch as lean tips his head forward, letting spit drop from his mouth down onto his cock, fisting the hardened length, and spreading around his saliva before running the head through your slick folds. it bumps against your clit before catching your entrance.

he presses his forehead to yours, eyes meeting. a silent question, asking if you’re ready. you inhale sharply at the pressure of just the head teasing your walls, ready to give.

“please…”

leon groans, pressing his lips against yours, tongues melding together as he slides fully inside you in one measured thrust.

a strangled moan is swallowed by leon’s mouth as he devours your lips. you were so warm and tight, almost suffocating him with the way your walls squeezed him perfectly.

he thrusts in and out with a gentle pace that soon gains momentum and begins to border on being rough, not that you mind, he feels stupidly good inside your gummy walls.

the second he breaks the kiss his name falls from your lips in a silky whimper.

“yeah, that’s it, sweetheart. moan my name, let everyone out there hear how good you’re getting fucked by someone you just met…”

leon grabs your hips, pulling your ass to the edge of the sink. you yelp, thinking you were going to fall if he hadn’t been holding you up, but the concern leaves as soon as it came when he delivers a devastating thrust. your hands grab at his arms and you can’t hold back the moan that erupts from your throat. the new angle has the tip of his cock kissing your cervix and your vision blurs for a second.

the intensity builds low in your stomach and your walls flutter around him.

“leon, yes! need more, please.”

leon laughs, dropping his head to your shoulder.

“i’ll give you as much as you need, baby. jus’ gotta tell me what you want.”

while he waits for your response, he nips at your collarbone, leaving a faint mark by the time he’s done.

“h-harder, please.” your voice is breathless and wrecked and leon loves that he’s the reason.

“m’kay, hold on.”

you can feel him smiling against your skin and it’s only a few seconds before his pace picks up. he slams into you in long strokes, over and over again. reaching deep inside and hitting every spot that makes you see stars.

you’re gasping, eyes glassy from the sheer intensity of how he’s battering into you. if it weren’t for the loud music in the bar you would’ve worried about people hearing you. hearing your moans, his grunts, the lewd *plap* *plap* *plap* of skin on skin.

your fingers tangle in his hair, holding onto him like an anchor as you begin to mumble incoherently.

“leonnn!…”

“fuck, baby, i love how you sound, how you feel around me.”

one of his hands moves to your breasts, alternating between the two tugging your nipples with his thumb and forefinger. his other hand moves down your torso and works between your thighs until his thumb is pressing against your clit.

it’s like lightning running through your veins, the action pulls a visceral sound from your throat and your body goes tense. your walls squeezing him more and more.

“you keep doing that and i’m not going to last much longer.”

“i-i’m close, s’okay.”

leon takes that and runs with it because he is embarrassingly close to finishing, and as much as he’d like this to last longer, he also can’t help himself when you feel like heaven and sin wrapped in one.

his thrusts grow sloppy, unmeasured and nothing like the way he’d started, but still pleasurable all the same.

leon grunts against your skin, burying his face in your neck when he feels your shaky legs wrap around him.

he feels your body twitch and shake. your moans grow louder and your walls flutter around his cock. ensuring you reach your climax first he presses his thumb harder against your clit, and that’s all it takes for you to break.

that’s when leon allows himself to fall over the edge too. his body tenses and he stills, cock buried deep inside you as he marks you with his cum. you squeeze around him, riding out your orgasm, massaging his cock so much that the head becomes sensitive.

neither you or leon move for a while. your harsh breaths fill the space as you both come down from your respective highs.

when leon pulls out he tugs your panties back in place before his cum leaks out then tucks himself away.

he helps you down off the sink, steadying you before letting you right yourself because you definitely look like you just got thoroughly fucked.

“so…can i get your number?”

you look at leon in the mirror, almost wanting to scoff at him, but you don’t.

“only if you buy me another drink.”

leon pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue, trying to hold back a grin. he liked you more than he probably should and he’d just met you.

“i’ll buy you as many as you want.”

⊹₊⟡⋆ thanks for reading. ⊹₊⟡⋆

The chicken noodle soup was bubbling on the stove and the house was quiet. Too quiet. 

Another cough from the bedroom, followed by a pained groan.

Ah, yes. Poor Leon was suffering unimaginable torture. 

You rolled your eyes, put the lid on the pot and reduced the heat down to a simmer. 

"Baby?" His voice was pathetically thin as he called for you from your bedroom. "Baby, can you come here?" 

"In a minute, honey," you yelled back, grabbing a bottle of Tylenol and the other remedies you had gathered to nurse your husband back to health. The same husband that had lived through cracked ribs, several other broken bones and unfathomable horrors multiple times, but for some reason the common cold was what made him want to write his testament. 

"Nurse is here," you announced yourself as you walked into the room. The curtains were drawn and Leon was sprawled out on the bed, arm theatrically draped over his eyes. "Do you need me to call the priest?" 

"Not yet," he croaked, breaking into a coughing fit. 

You sat down on the edge of the bed. "Oh my poor baby," you crooned, gently brushing a sweaty strand of hair out of his face. Leon closed his eyes and leaned into your touch like a stray kitten. “How are you feeling?” 

“Terrible,” he whined, sniffling. “I’m all congested, I have a headache, I can’t sleep because I’m coughing so much…”

“I made you chicken noodle soup,” you said.

“Thank you,” he whispered, reaching for you but you leaned back. 

“Leon, no. I can’t get sick, too. One of us has to keep this house running,” you said, firmly brushing his hands off your body. He whined again. 

“So you’re really going to let me die without a kiss, huh? Wow.” 

You chuckled. “You know, for being a tough government agent, you’re being a little bit dramatic right now.” 

He groaned, a cough racking through his body again. “That’s just not true,” he insisted, his hands wandering again, slipping under your shirt. 

“Leon,” you warned him, opening the bottle of Tylenol. “Here, take these.” 

He obliged and you pressed a chaste kiss to his forehead. “Good boy.” 

He chuckled and his hands immediately found your breasts, softly squeezing them. “You know, I think it’s actually very beneficial for my recovery to receive a kiss at least every five minutes. And body heat is also very important.” 

You tried to lean away from him to prepare what you actually came here for, but no matter how whiny, he was a trained agent with great reflexes after all. Before you could react, he pulled up your shirt and slipped his head under it, burying his face in your chest. 

“I thought you had a hard time breathing?” you asked, gently rubbing his shoulders. 

“It’s already getting better,” he murmured, his voice muffled by your boobs. You sighed and he pulled your bra down, gently slipping one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking on it. 

“Oh my god, you’re just like your son.” You let out a defeated breath. “Only that your son is barely two years old.” 

Leon let out a content sigh, as he kept sucking and kneaded your other breast with his free hand. “It’s actually also medically proven that sucking on boobies can help recover from any kind of illness.” 

“Leon, stop. That’s for babies. You’re a grown man.” 

“So?” he murmured, demonstratively coughing again, looking at you with puppy eyes. He knew full well those were your weakness. Jesus Christ, that man was impossible. 

You pushed him off you. 

“Here, open wide big boy,” you said, offering him a spoon with an entire clove of garlic covered in honey on it.

“Why do you always have to come in with your witchy shit? Why can’t we just be normal, take a Tylenol and call it a day?” He eyed the spoon in front of him and hissed like a cat. 

“Oh?” your eyebrows shot up. “Look who’s already feeling better and obviously doesn’t need any tiddy time. Well in that case…” You faked getting up from the edge of the bed and Leon’s hand shot forward, snatching the spoon from you and pushing it into his mouth. 

He grimaced as he chewed. “Happy now?” 

“Not quite.” You handed him a glass full of cloudy yellow liquid. “Turmeric ginger shot. It’s good for you.” 

He looked at you like you were about to betray him, then knocked back the drink in one go. He shuddered, sticking out his tongue. 

“Oh come on,” you mocked him. “Leon shooting-whiskey-like-it’s-nothing Kennedy can’t handle a ginger shot? Are you sure you’re my husband?” 

“Don’t ever question that, I love you,” he said, pressing his face back against your chest. “Thank you for taking care of me. You’re my favourite nurse.” 

“And you’re my least favourite patient,” you said, not getting very far because Leon pulled you into bed with him. 

“Leon,” you yelped, as he moved down, pushed your shirt up and cuddled up to your chest. 

“I’m already feeling much better, you know.” 

You huffed. “I have to get up to take the chicken soup off the heat.” 

Leon shook his head, nuzzling your tits. “No, you don’t.”

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You were on your tiny pajamas, laying on the bed, watching some boring stuff before he entered into the room. As soon as you looked at him, you jumped into his arms, kissing him. “Babe,” he groaned dramatically when he pulled off, “You have no idea. Mission was hell. I need you. Like… really need you, right now.”

You raised an eyebrow, already sensing the bullshit, but before you could argue about it, he looked at you those blue, pleading eyes. “Please. I need you. Just… sit on my face again? Let me drown in that pretty pussy. It’ll fix everything, I swear.”

Poor you, you didn't know the hell you put yourself through when you agreed to fulfill his fantasies, and Leon couldn’t stop thinking about suffocating between your thighs.

You sighed and you bit lip. “You sure it was that bad?” “Terrible,” he lied smoothly. His hands were already sliding up your thighs, “Come on, beautiful. Sit that gorgeous ass on me. Use my face again.”

You couldn’t resist the way he looked at you, let alone the way his hands were touching you. “Fine, you win,” you said shaking your head, and that bastard took off your pants and your underwear in a single movement. He lay back fully on the bed, yanking you forward until you were straddling his chest. “Now sit on my face and don’t hover.”

And you did, lowering yourself slowly, but he was impatient as hell. His hands gripped your ass cheeks and yanked you straight onto his mouth. His wet tongue immediately dragged through your folds, lapping up your slick with obscene and pornographic sounds. Leon sucked your clit into his mouth, groaning loudly into your cunt as you grinded down, his handsome face buried deeper between your thighs. You even forgot that his stubble tickled your skin.

His hands palmed and kneaded your butt roughly, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks as he urged you to grind. “Use my face, baby. Smother me. I want to suffocate under this perfect cunt.”

You rocked your hips, sliding your wet pussy over his eager mouth. Leon’s tongue pushed inside you, fucking you in filthy strokes while his nose rubbed firm circles against your swollen clit. He was in heaven: eyes half-lidded and glassy as he stared up at you, watching your tits bounce —under your tank top— and your face twist in pleasure. He could die right there, and he’d do it happily.

“I’ll tell you when I need air, until then keep that pretty pussy on my face,” he said, or you thought so, it wasn’t very clear. Every time you pressed down harder, cutting off his air, his grip on your ass tightened in ecstasy.

He sucked your clit between his lips, tongue flicking rapidly, then licked broad and slow from your dripping hole all the way up again. His face was a mess, saliva and your juices coated everywhere, but he couldn’t care less. He was right where he wanted to be.

“Hah— Leon, fuck” you gasped, grinding down with more force. His response was a deep moan, satisfied. He loved it when you got rough, letting all your weight settle. One of his hands left your ass just to freeing himself, palming his aching cock, squeezing the base. Then, he started to pump it slowly to keep from coming too soon. He wanted to come somewhere else…

Meanwhile you rode his face shamelessly now, thighs trembling around his head as you chased your pleasure, feeling like a slut. He pushed his face up into you with every downward roll of your hips. Leon’s tongue never stopped doing its job: lapping, sucking, devouring.

Your moans grew louder, hips moving frantically as his mouth kept working restlessly. His hand left his cock and now both of his hands were everywhere: squeezing your ass, spreading your cheeks, occasionally slipping a finger down to tease your tight little hole while his tongue speared deep into your cunt, giving you a glimpse of what was going to happen next.

When you finally came, you almost fainted, you definitely never felt that way, it was like you were floating between clouds. You cried out, thighs clamping tight around his head as your pussy pulsed against his mouth. Leon drank every drop, tongue still working you with the lame excuse of “cleaning you up”, licking until you were shaking due overstimulation.

Only then, he ease his grip, so you lifted yourself off his face. It was a dripping disaster, and he was proud for it. He licked his lips slowly, smirking like a devil. “I still feel a little bad, baby… and your pussy is the only cure.”

You were still trembling, of course you were, you just had one of the best orgasms in your life, but he gave you some seconds to catch your breath and calm yourself…

Then he flipped you. This wasn’t over, he wanted to come too.

Your back hit the mattress and he was on you instantly, spreading your legs wide with his knees, cock thick and painfully hard, leaking at the tip. Without asking, he dragged the head of his dick through your soaked folds, coating himself in your mess, and slammed in to the hilt in one brutal thrust.

“Fuck,” he growled against your ear, voice wrecked. “You’re so tight, it’s like you were made for me.” Leon set a punishing rhythm, hips snapping forward, balls slapping against your ass. You were still so sensitive from riding his entire face that every thrust made you whimper and whine, digging your nails into his back.

He leaned down, biting and marking your skin. “I’m gonna cum inside, you heard me? I’m breeding this tight little cunt.”

You moaned louder at his words, your pussy clenching hard around him. “Oh, so you like that.” He thrust deeper, grinding against your cervix with every stroke. “Want me to fill you up? Pump you so full of my cum it leaks out for days?”

His thumb circling your swollen clit in tight, mean little rubs while he fucked you harder. “Gonna cum so deep,” his voice breaking with need. “I’ve been waiting for this.”

You clenched violently around his cock, repeating his name as a mantra: your orgasm ripped through you. He groaned, his hips stuttering. “Fuck— ‘m gonna—. Take all of it.”

Hot and thick ropes of his cum exploded inside you, pullse after pulse, so much that it spilled out around his cock even while he was still buried deep, creamy white mixing with your own slick. He kept grinding through it, fucking his seed deeper, making sure it stayed where he wanted it.

He didn’t pull out, though. Instead he collapsed on top of you, cock still twitching inside your pussy, lips brushing your ear.

“Give me ten minutes,” he murmured, but you knew he would fall asleep. He’s almost fifty after all, and you would take advantage of it just to ask Sherry if that mission actually existed.

༘♡ ·˚↳ a/n: i imagine leon doing this exact face as he tells you that he had a terrible day. you just can not say no to those beautiful eyes and that pretty face. i’d be like ohhh baby come here and get what you want. dropping this bomb and im leaving… bye guys… jk i hope you liked it thanks for reading !!!

The sounds coming from your mouth are as vile as the gentle smacks and squelches that fill your shared bedroom with Leon. Clinging to his pillar-like body, you press your face to his, feeling the prickly scratch of his stubble against your cheek, lips, and chin. Large and rugged, his hands cup your ass with your legs hooked over the crook of his elbows. The unfamiliar position maddens Leon, driving him to handle you with a roughness he isn’t used to using on you. You’re forced to take the girth that splits you wide, the stretch more intense in this position. Your body jostles with his muscular frame, breasts pressing into his hard pecs. He’s hot against you, barely breaking a sweat while he’s carrying you and sinking into you with soft grunts. Every thrust pulls on your heart; the pleasure he delivers encompasses your mind, body, and soul. You’re like a melted candle in his big, firm arms, shaking while he’s sturdy as can be. He’s so strong; he can handle the powerful recoil from Requiem after all. 

“Too much, princess?” Leon checks in with you, the grip on your ass creating handprints.

“N-no,” you shakily respond, toes curling from their position at his lower back. “Can you do it h-harder,” you stutter, rolling your hips to meet his thrusts. “Please,” you whimper out, your voice sweeter than candy as his glossy cock glides through your taut walls.

Leon’s hips stutter, only for a second before they begin smacking against you at a faster, harder pace. The request, paired with your hips trying to meet his pelvis, is downright explicit coming from you. 

“Thought you were my good girl,” he grunts, swiftly smacking your ass.

“I am,” you pathetically and eagerly moan, the sting on your cheek ringing through your skin.

Leon scoffs playfully, his bangs tickling your ear. “Good girls don’t moan like you’re moaning, and they definitely don’t try to ride their old boyfriend’s cock like this.”

Your hips pause their movements, tightening your arms around his neck and burying your face into his neck. “You’re not old.”

The way you said it in a hushed tone makes him chuckle. 

“Too old for you.”

“Just right for me,” you correct, walls clamping down on him.

“Fuck, you’re perfect for me,” Leon growls, delivering a single, harder slap over the same spot he smacked you earlier.

You squeal and dig your nails into his skin, drawing vibrant red marks over old scratches on his trapezius muscle.

“Let me look at you, baby,” he rasps.

You straighten your back so he can see your face, his thrusts slowing but still deep. Sharp and dark, his eyes lay their wonderment over your pretty features, taking in how divine you look. Your hair’s a mess, your eyes are watery, your mouth is agape; you’re in awe. 

“Mmm,” he hums, inspecting the obscene expression you wear, voice deeper than the vast ocean. “So fuckin’ beautiful.”

Leon often gets lost in how pretty you are, and right now is no exception, seeing you so fucked out is ruining any self-control he has left.

“My baby girl wants it rough, hm?” Leon’s question is punctuated with a brutal slam, resuming the speed he was at.

You can tell he’s far gone as his tongue drips with lewd words like honey.

“Y-yeess,” your stutter grows into a drawn-out moan, feeling the fat end of his cock push into a sweet spot that makes your heart flip, and your eyes roll back.

Leon’s pale blues observe your lips, traversing upward to your eyes, lost in thought, as if he’s thinking whether or not he should ask what he’s about to ask.

“Want me to ruin you?”

The million-dollar question sets the atmosphere ablaze. 

You nod, tears threatening to spill past your lash line. “Ruin me, Leon.”

Hissing through gritting teeth, Leon’s last threads of restraint snap. If you want him to break you, he will, just for his princess. 

The sharp jut of his pelvis catches you off guard, and you choke on your breath. Leon’s thick tip reaches deeper than ever before, a bulge threatening to show itself in your lower belly as he grows ruthless. You never felt him be this rough before, and it’s something else compared to his usual gentle yet dominant demeanor. There have been many times he wanted to be rough with you, but you were his fragile princess who couldn’t take too much. To finally feel his force, the one he uses during training and missions, is making your entire body vibrate. 

Your hands slip down to his firm pectorals from the impact, making Leon pause to make sure you have a good grip on him.

“Make sure you hold on tight, princess,” he rumbles, kissing your cheek sweetly.

Leon lets go of your ass to wrap a hand around your wrist, pulling it over his neck, his touch soft and gentle. You secure your hands together around his neck, your arms bending around his wide shoulders as you become flush to his body, your heart pounding against the hard planes of his chest. His steely fingers slowly skim down your arm, following it down to your ribs, waist, and hips until he’s cradling your ass with both hands.

“Gonna need it,” he grumbles, squeezing your cheeks. 

Leon’s hips pull back before pushing back in, renewing the tempo. He uses your ass as leverage to hoist you onto his cock while his pelvis meets you halfway for a hard smack. The whimpers that hit his ear as he fucks you nasty drive him crazy. You’re so incredibly wet, dripping down his balls as they smack against you with appalling squelches. 

“So fuckin’ wet,” he grunts, the force of his savage drives breaking up his words.

Leon’s mouth falls open with pants, savoring your heat that’s stretched over him like a glove.

“Makin’ a mess on the floor,” he says, grunting at the end of each strike of his ravenous hips. 

Sliding through your constricting walls, his cock pulses with a need to smear your insides with his semen.

“Let me see that pretty face of yours,” he asks you again, unable to help himself as he needs to see your face unravel. 

You shift back, but only enough to be a couple of centimeters away from his face. Seeing his handsome face causes you to moan aloud. With his bangs messy against his cheeks, his eyes are intense, mimicking the expression he has when a zombie is in his gunsight. The peppery stubble across his handsome face accentuates his features, and his charming wrinkles make you want to kiss every inch of them. He’s all yours, this beast of a man that’s capable of unimaginable feats, and he’s fucking you like his life depends on it.  

“Leon,” you whine, your heart skipping several beats as your fingers dig into his muscular back.

You almost want to tell him it’s too much, because it is, too much in terms of how good he’s fucking you. By now, he’s sure you’ve made him bleed from the scratches that sting his back, shoulders, and trapezius. 

“Feels good, baby?” 

Leon’s eyes falter to your lips, watching you chew on your bottom lip as you try not to scream from the overwhelming amount of pleasure shooting through you when he bottoms out. 

“None of that.”

Leon’s authoritative tone makes you snap out of it, and you leave your poor lip alone. Breathless gasps start escaping you every time his taut balls press up into you after he bottoms out. 

“Wanna hear you, baby,” Leon hums.

As if he wasn’t already ruining you enough, Leon’s thrusts quickly evolve into rapid successions. He knocks the air out of you, your voice reducing to short, broken cries as you try to breathe normally. Clapping skin rings through the room like dynamite, inciting a frenzy within Leon. 

“Pretty little pussy swallowing daddy’s cock like a good girl,” he snarls, a scowl painting his face.

The sudden drop of ‘daddy’ makes you cum instantly. Leon lets out a fierce growl that complements your scream as he bludgeons you with blinding pleasure. Your hips jitter uncontrollably against his pelvis, your pussy trying to close in around him. Small droplets leak out of you and around his gliding cock as his girth fights your walls from closing in on him. Clutching his muscled back, your hips' involuntary roll makes Leon’s rhythm stutter. 

“God damn, baby,” he laments, watching you cum harder than ever before.

Shaking like a leaf in the ample muscle of his arms, you whimper from the aftershocks of a mind-numbing orgasm.

“Leon,” you blubber out, tears rolling down your cheeks as you hide your face from him. 

“Sweetheart,” he coos, rushing to cradle your cheek with a hand he frees from clutching your ass. “Are you okay?”

With tears glittering across your eyelashes, you look at him helplessly, nestling into his large hand. 

“Mhm.”

Leon scans your face for any pain or regret you might have after he treated you roughly for the first time. “Why the tears, hm?”

His tender tone of voice makes your pussy quiver all over again, and he feels it. You catch one of his eyebrows perking up, and his mouth growing into a lop-sided grin.

“You fuck me so good,” you utter, eyes glossy and far gone.

Leon whistles to himself, chuckling darkly as he shakes his head. You usually don’t say things like that, but you’re completely dazed and drunk off him that you don’t care.

Though his reaction wakes you from your trance, and you soon realize the weight of your words, making you recoil in his arms. 

“Uh-uh,” he scolds you for trying to hide from him after all that, returning his hand to your ass and spanking you.

You gasp, clutching to his shoulders as he steps over the little mess of droplets on the floor. Leon lays you in a sea of sheets on the bed, and he doesn’t wait until your back hits the bed before he’s driving into you again. Such explicit whines fall from your lips, and his groans turn guttural and frequent as your sensitive pussy sucks him in. While embedding his cock into you, he maneuvers you into a position he wants you in. Sliding his palms up the bed, he pulls your legs up with his arms and plants his hands beside your ribs. Your legs are stretched out like your pussy is, allowing him absolute dominion over your body. 

You go silent for a few seconds, turning your head away as his cock burrows itself inside of you at a different, more pleasurable angle. Encircling the expanse of his vast shoulders, your nails rake his skin into new scratches, and it only pushes him further into you. Tears fall past your temples as he planks his body above you, putting his delicious weight on you. Leaning into your neck, his grunts vividly hit your ear with each slam of his hips.

“My dirty girl,” he whispers in your ear, the plump of his lips pressing against the shell of it. “Wanting this old man to fuck you like he hates your guts.”

You squeal in delight from his words, the tension in your core already building as it had no time to dissipate from your last orgasm. The mattress shifts off the bed frame with every merciless blow to your body, Leon fucking you like a complete animal. He’s never done you like this before, and it’s destroyed your state of mind. Your hips begin to shrink into the mattress, wanting to get away from the stunning pleasure as it amounts to something so intense that it’s scary. Your face contorts, and your eyebrows furrow severely, your permanently open mouth gasping for air as another orgasm starts to blur your vision. You shift your gaze to his face, and the two of you maintain explicit eye contact. His fine, but aged features harden into a smoldering expression that makes your heart swoon. 

“C’mon, baby, cum on daddy’s cock,” he thunders, voice cracking through the air, feeling your pussy constrict him in repeated pulses.

Your eyelashes flutter, and the world around you pauses, and you wail out. Sobbing as Leon fucks bliss into you, your pussy chokes his cock in unyielding convulsions. The ebb and flow washes over you like nirvana, splitting you into two and putting you back together again, leaving you changed. Leon lets out a groan that is damn near a moan, his cock spasming within your blistering walls. 

“Fuck, I love you,” he roars, kissing you madly and sending a series of groans into your disjointed mouth. 

Goosebumps prick his agitated body while torrents of semen spurt from his tip and through your cervix. You moan with delight, your womb accepting his seed with utter joy. Possessively, Leon pumps in and out of you, his swollen cock throbbing in tandem with his erratic pulse. His breath stutters across your lips, stubble grazing your mouth and chin as you milk every lost drop of him like you were made for him.

As your respective heart rates calm, the two of you are lost in each other’s eyes, swimming in the shared afterglow. He’s looking down at you with reverence, his messy hair curtaining around his face, tickling you. Leaking out of you in thick globs, his cum drops down his balls and onto the bed as he stays buried in your delightful pussy. 

“Maybe I can get you to call me daddy next time,” he huffs, looking down at your body like it’s a work of art.

You sigh, panting with your breasts heaving under his gaze. “Whatever you say, daddy.”

Leon’s sharp eyes roll across your body and up to your face, and you feel him stiffen inside you.

“You keep that up, n’ I’ll put a baby in you.”

Your glossy eyes widen, and your heart rises to your throat, your pussy squeezing him.

“Leon,” you chide, your cheeks growing hot. 

You barely glanced at him at first, only noticing the way he finished his drink before tossing a thick stack of cash onto the counter without a second thought.

You turned your attention back toward the bartender, about to order, when a familiar voice suddenly spoke your name from beside you.

Your head snapped toward him.

The man at the bar was Leon, your dad’s best friend.

Back when you were still in school, you’d had the most ridiculous crush on him. He’d been handsome then, younger and sharp around the edges, but somehow age had only made him more attractive. The silver threaded through his hair suited him far too well, the strands slightly messy like he’d been running a hand through them all night. Light stubble shadowed his jaw now, roughening features that had once seemed almost unfairly perfect. It made him look older in the best possible way.

And his eyes.

Those piercing blue eyes still carried that same calm intensity you remembered, but there was something heavier behind them now, something tired, experienced, almost dangerous. The kind of look that made your stomach tighten the second it settled on you.

Meanwhile, you looked like a complete mess. You could only hope he couldn’t tell how exhausted you were.

You straightened slightly and forced a smile onto your face.

Leon’s gaze swept over you slowly, lingering just enough to make heat crawl beneath your skin. You shifted under the weight of it, suddenly far too aware of yourself. Those blue eyes of his made you feel completely bare standing in front of him.

“What are you havin’?” he asked in a low rumble.

You realized then that you hadn’t even decided yet.

Suddenly, you weren’t in the mood for a drink at all, not with the way Leon was looking at you.

Heat crept up your neck when his eyes dipped to your lips, slightly parted as you struggled to think of an answer. The bar's dim lighting softened your features and made your skin glow despite how tired you felt.

“I— do you recommend anything?” you asked, trying to ignore the way his attention kept lingering on you.

Leon rubbed a hand along the stubble lining his jaw, the motion slow and absentminded. “Hm. I usually just go for whiskey.”

You nodded lightly before finally getting the bartender’s attention and ordering a whiskey neat.

Leon watched quietly as the bartender poured the amber liquid; the glass slid toward you. The second you picked it up, you glanced back at Leon and, without giving yourself too much time to think, tipped the drink back in one smooth swallow.

The burn hit instantly.

Heat spread down your throat and settled deep in your chest, easing some of the tension in your body while leaving behind a pleasant warmth.

One of Leon’s brows lifted slightly, amused.

“What?” you asked, letting out a small laugh as you set the empty glass back onto the counter.

“Nothin’,” he murmured, though the faint smirk tugging at his lips said otherwise. His eyes lingered on you a second too long, drawn to the way your lips were still slightly glossy from the whiskey.

You suddenly felt very aware of how close he was sitting beside you.

“What are you in town for?” you asked softly.

“Just got back from a job,” Leon replied, rolling the glass slowly between his fingers. “You?”

“I’m here for work, actually.”

Leon hummed quietly, his gaze drifting over your face before lowering for just a second. He noticed the subtle way your thighs pressed together beneath the bar stool, the way your breathing had changed since he’d moved closer.

“Got any plans tonight?” he asked, voice quieter now.

Your breath hitched slightly at the question.

You swallowed. “No… do you?”

Leon leaned in just enough for you to feel the warmth of his breath near your ear, the scent of whiskey and cologne surrounding you completely now.

“I will,” he said softly. “If you’d join me upstairs in my suite.”

A bite of your lip and a quiet yes was all it took.

The corner of Leon's mouth twitched into a small smile as he held out his hand. For a moment, you stared at it, your pulse quickening in your chest, before slipping your hand into his. His fingers closed around yours, warm and firm, sending a flutter through you.

Together, you left the comfort of the hotel bar behind. The low hum of music was now a distant sound. Neither of you said much. The silence wasn't awkward; it was charged, filled with unspoken thoughts and the awareness of where the night was heading.

When you reached the elevator, Leon stepped forward and pressed the call button. The doors slid open with a soft chime. He placed a hand against the door frame, holding it open for you.

"After you," he said.

You stepped inside, catching the faint scent of his cologne as he followed a second later. The doors closed, sealing the two of you away from the rest of the world. The elevator began its slow ascent, and suddenly the space felt much smaller.

Your gaze flickered to his for only a second before looking away again, but not before noticing the outline of his cock. every passing floor felt longer than the last.

The heavy elevator doors slid open on the thirteenth floor, and you stepped out, following Leon down the quiet hallway toward his room. A soft beep sounded as he held his key card to the lock, the light flashing green before the door clicked open.

The moment you stepped inside, your nerves seemed to double.

"Make yourself comfortable," Leon said.

You nodded and settled onto the loveseat near the edge of the room. The suite was spacious yet cozy, featuring a king-size bed that faced a large flat-screen television, along with an oversized bathroom that connected to a walk-in closet.

Leon took a seat beside you.

You immediately became aware of how close he was.

Your hands twisted together in your lap as you stared down at them, suddenly feeling like that shy, naive college girl all over again. It didn't matter how much time had passed. Sitting beside Leon still had the same effect on you.

He noticed your nervous fidgeting almost immediately. He thought it was cute. What he found even more amusing was the way you kept unconsciously rubbing your thighs together.

Leon leaned back against the couch, studying you for a moment.

He had always thought you were cute. He could still remember the way you used to wander around the house a few years ago in those plaid skirts, completely unaware of the effect you had on him. More than once, he'd found himself forcing his gaze elsewhere, trying to maintain some semblance of composure whenever you were nearby.

Being your father's best friend meant he had perfected the art of acting unaffected. Your father never noticed the lingering glances or the way Leon would suddenly find himself distracted whenever you entered a room. He certainly never realized how hard he would get when you were around.

Now, though, everything about you has changed. The youthful edges he remembered had softened; your curves were fuller than before, softer in all the right places. His gaze lingered on the swell of your breasts, imagining how perfectly they would fit beneath his hands. Your hips flared more beautifully now, and your ass was rounder, more pronounced, a tempting handful that would fit his grasp. 

“Do I make you nervous?”

“Maybe. A little.”

A faint smile tugged at the corner of Leon’s mouth as he leaned in closer.

“You have nothing to be nervous about,” he murmured. “I could even help with that little ache you're feeling right now.”

His knowing gaze briefly dipped toward your lap before returning to meet your eyes, as though he already knew exactly what was running through your mind.

“Okay,” you replied softly.

At your answer, Leon moved slowly, dropping to his knees in front of you, giving you every opportunity to change your mind. His hands found the waistband of your shorts, carefully guiding the material down your legs. The sight that greeted him made his jaw tighten, a noticeable damp patch against the soft pink cotton of your panties.

He fought back a groan, his gaze lingering for a moment before lifting to meet yours. Gently, he settled his hands against your thighs, encouraging them apart. The gesture sent a rush of heat through you, and you found yourself biting your lip as nerves coiled low in your stomach.

You felt Leon's warm breath against your thighs; a trail of lingering kisses, each one pressed carefully against your skin as he moved closer. He paused for a moment, breathing you in, his eyes turning a shade darker than their regular blue. 

“Fuck...” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “I need a taste of you.” he hooked his fingers beneath the waistband of your panties and slowly pulled them down, never taking his eyes off your cunt.

His hot mouth found your cunt in record time, a strangled cry escaping your throat the moment his tongue flicked your clit. He treated you like something precious, taking his time in a way no one else ever had. Guys your age were selfish, and only thought of themselves during sex, but leon? He was worshipping.

His hands slid up your thighs, gripping them firmly and holding you in place as your hips began to move on their own accord. Every touch felt deliberate, every movement confident. A breathless sound slipped from your lips.

“mmh..yes!”

Leon seemed to know exactly how to draw every reaction from you. He paid attention to every tremble, every gasp, every shift of your body. A low groan rumbled from his chest that you felt through your core.

The pressure continued to build, winding tighter and tighter until your thoughts became a blur. Just when you thought you couldn't take another second of it, when you were right on the edge, he pulled away.

A soft purr escaped you immediately, a pout settling on your lips at the sudden loss. Leon looked up at you with a triumphant smirk. “If you're gonna come apart,” he said, his voice low and certain, “you're gonna do it with me inside of you, baby.”

“But first,” Leon said, his voice low, “I need to get you ready for me.”

Two fingers parted your folds, gathering your juices before he slowly pushed them inside. A moan immediately slipped from your lips.

He started at an unhurried pace, taking his time and showing far more patience than you wanted him to. Every second felt like its own form of torture. Just when you thought you might lose your mind, he added a third finger, and his rhythm quickened, and you mewled.

The pressure of his pace was felt against your G-spot, and your core tightened around his digits. A new tingle began to build inside you, making you feel as though you needed to pee. 

You couldn't form a single coherent thought, let alone words. His skilled fingers had your mind completely clouded, your thoughts scattered, and your vision beginning to blur at the edges as that overwhelming feeling continued.

Then, just as it threatened to consume you, Leon pulled his fingers away, the evidence of your arousal slick in his fingers, catching the light in the room, making it shimmer.

“Not fair,” you complained with a pout.

Leon chuckled.

As he removed the remaining clothes that separated you two, your eyes immediately dropped to his cock. He was thick and long; angry veins traced along the length of him, leading to a flushed tip. You could not take your eyes off, mouth parted slightly at the sight of him, you drooled.

His palm stroked along his length soothingly as Leon stared at you. He caught the way your eyes sparkled.

“Want my cock, baby?” You looked up into his eyes and nodded.

“Yes,” you murmured.

A satisfied smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“Up,” Leon commanded.

Your legs felt shaky as you obeyed. He grasped the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head, quickly discarding it before removing your bra. His eyes swept over you for a moment, taking you in, making you blush.

He walked to the edge of the bed and sat before motioning for you to come over. When you stepped between his knees, he turned you around and held you firmly by your hips, guiding you to stand straight in front of him. The warmth of his hands lingered against your skin, slowly roaming, tracing the curve of your waist to your ass before settling on your hips.

He angled his curved cock and moved it between your folds at a slow, steady pace, taking his time as if savoring every second. The teasing motion sent a shiver through you, your body reacting instinctively. Little purrs escaped your lips at the feeling of his length brushing against your clit, your thighs trembling despite your efforts to stay still.

A low grunt left him, rough and restrained. You could hear the slight hitch in his breathing, could feel the tension in the way his fingers flexed against your hips. He wasn't even inside you yet and your pussy was making him a mad man.

Your head tipped back slightly, your lips parting as you struggled to hold onto your composure. “P-please,” you whispered, the word slipping out before you could stop it.

“Please, what?” he asked, his voice low and teasing. “Use your words, big girl.”

A loud smack echoed through the room as his palm landed against your ass.

You swallowed hard, your cheeks warming under his gaze.

“F-fuck me...” you managed, barely above a whisper.

He inched in slowly, letting you feel every prominent vein as he stretched you wide. Even though he had tried his best to prepare you, nothing could compare to his size.

“Relax for me,” Leon said before placing a kiss along your neck.

You could feel his breath near your ear as his hands moved from your hips up to your breasts, where he began to play with your nipples, eliciting a soft moan from you. The distraction helped, allowing your body to relax a little more and making it easier for him to ease further inside.

“Good girl, that's it.”

His words encouraged you to push yourself further. It was a delicious stretch, intense yet impossible to pull away from. When you finally sank fully onto him, a low rumble came from deep within his chest. You felt his heavy balls settle against the base of your ass as he held you steady.

For a moment, neither of you moved. You simply sat there, taking in the feeling of his cock warming your gummy walls.

You braced yourself, placing a hand on each of his knees for support as you slowly began to find a rhythm, your hips moving in slow circles. The motion felt natural, and before long you settled into the pace, each movement drawing a soft breath from your lips as you held onto him.

Leon wanted to take his time with you, to savor every second of it, but he couldn't compose himself.

He took charge, holding you firmly against him as he moved with purpose. “Oh my God,” you mewled, unable to stop the little pitchy moans that slipped from your parted lips. They were sounds of pure pleasure, sounds you hadn't made in so long—or maybe ever, really.

You dug your nails into his thighs as the sharp sound of skin against skin overpowered the mix of whimpers and groans filling the room. He took a tight grip around your stomach and lifted both of you, holding you firmly against him with effortless strength. The sudden movement stole your breath, a soft sound slipping past your lips as he kept you close.

His grip never wavered, one arm locked securely around your middle while the other moved between your thighs. He took a grip on your pink, puffy pussy, smacking, rubbing, and pinching. The sting of each smack bloomed into warmth, followed by the slow drag of his touch. His fingers moved with purpose, alternating between rough and soothing, never letting you settle into one sensation for long.

Your g-spot was being obliterated by his cock. 

“shit.. I should’ve fucked this pussy a long time ago,” he grunted out, followed by “when you would bend over in your cute little plaid skirts, I should've fucked you right then and there. You would’ve let me, wouldn’t ya?”

You couldn’t form words, not with how he was fucking you, his dirty words making your climax come closer. You could feel that tingle from before finding its way back. “Lost all words, have you?” 

You somehow mumbled out a “yes” in between his thrusts. The edges of your vision blurred when an overbearing need to pee started again, “leon–i think i need to pee”

But he didn't stop, telling you to feel your way through it until it hit a pinnacle. Small driplets of liquid poured from your cunt as your purrs grew louder. 

Leon changed the position, placing you face down on the bed. One of his knees was raised while the other rested against the mattress, giving him better leverage and allowing him to go deeper. The new angle stole the breath from your lungs, making your fingers curl into the sheets beneath you.

A growl rumbled from him once, then again, the sound low, rough, and strained. His hands tightened against you as he held you in place, the mattress shifting beneath the combined weight of your bodies.

His cum came in wave after wave, each pulse stronger than the last. It didn't stop until it overflowed your cunt, trailing down your thighs and leaving a glistening path across the tangled white sheets beneath you.

It was never meant to be like this, the argument with you and Leon went too far. You knew Leon's job was out of the ordinary but was it wrong of you to want to spend more time with him? Caring for a person like him is so painful, the constant worry of him being safe and the monsters he faced hurt you like no other. However, Leon didn't see what he was doing wrong, why you were so angry about him not spending time with you. Mission on mission, things get worse - he never meant it to affect you though. His actions had consequences.

It began with Leon coming home, the putrid smells of death and blood splattered all over his body. A deep sigh escaped his throat as he threw his duffel bag somewhere alongside the hallway, walking into the kitchen seeing you on your phone. He didn't say anything, no hello or goodnight came from his lips. Dropping his keys on the counter to head upstairs for a long awaited shower. Washing off the feeling of murder that hung low on his shoulders, he comes downstairs to see you eying him weirdly.

"What?" Leon grumbled out as he took a water from the fridge, gulping it down. "It's nothing..." A hushed voice came out of your mouth. Was it that much to ask for a kiss or even a hug when he came back home? Weeks of distance made you crave for something. Someone. That someone was Leon, but looking into those dull blue eyes made you believe he didn't reciprocate those feelings you had for him. "Can you cut the bullshit for once?" A stern tone laced in Leon's voice as he threw the bottle in the bin, slamming his hand on the counter. "What the fuck is your problem?!" You couldn't help but snap back, was he being serious right now? Thoughts flooded your brain and not once could you remember when he last kissed you, let alone hug you.

"My problem? You're the one looking at me like I'm some freak! I just got back and- Fuck! It's always this with you!" Leon shouted at you, he never was like this. This wasn't the Leon you loved, it was some new profound one that you didn't recognize. Without thinking, you stood up and approached him. "Maybe show me some fucking attention for once! Instead of moping around." A scream of words thrusted out of your throat as you felt your eyes water, your body full of anger. Leon took a step back, scoffing at your rebuttal and sighed. "Can you just leave me alone? I don't want to deal with you right now." The emphasis on you tore your heart a little, you didn't do anything wrong. Not that you knew of - for him to be angry at you was ridiculous. All you wanted was to be loved, to be appreciated for what you put into the relationship.

"Leave you alone? I've been leaving you alone for weeks! It feels like a one sided relationship at this point, what's the point of being with me if-" A harsh burn spread across your face, the words that hung in your throat went dry. Automatically, your hand felt your cheek. Leon had slapped you. Why? You felt tears fall down your face as it stung the aching pain where Leon's hand smacked. He didn't know why he did it. Ashamed of his actions he took a step towards you, just for you to not return the favour. Your own legs stepping back. "I- I'm so sorry, I don't know-" His voice trailed off as he saw you sprint upstairs, the slam of your bedroom door ringing in his ears. "Wait! Y/N! Please!" His footsteps echoed the house as he ran up the stairs, arriving in front of the closed door. You had your back to it, muffled sobs escaping your lips as you felt your neck get wet. He slapped you.

"Sweetheart.. I'm sorry, please.." He started to knock on the door, until he heard your sobs penetrate through. Fuck. He messed up. Was this going to be the end? Leon couldn't afford to lose you, he loved you too much. His pride and joy, the person he loved the most. The sole reason why he was still here today - yet he hurt you in indescribable ways. Leon felt like a fool as he felt his heartbeat race, why did he have to hurt you? What the fuck was wrong with him? The thoughts dissipated into the air he heard the locked door click. Shaky hands twisted the knob of the door as he slowly creaked it open. Seeing your body slightly shake on the bed, uncontrollable tears dripping down from your chin to your shirt. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry baby.." Leon approached you carefully, trying to not alert you in any harmful way. His gaze wondering all over your body until his eyes reached yours. Pure fear corrupted your eyes as you looked back at him, however the movement of his hands slowly calmed you down. Stroking your back, he whispered sweet nothings into your ears, apologizing for his actions.

"Please, let me make it up to you.." His fingers tugged onto the band of your shorts, a slight blush appearing on your cheeks as you stared at him. "I.." Your mellow voice trailed off when you felt Leon kiss up your thighs, a slight gasp elicited out of your throat. "Wanna show you how much I love you. It's been too long." His hands made quick work of your shorts and panties, your slick covering your clit. "So fucking gorgeous.." He mumbled as he gently nipped at your inner thighs, leaving love bites on them. Quiet whimpers fell out from your lips, your hands tugging at the soft cotton sheets beneath you. Leon looked up at you, you were so pretty for him. His pretty girl. A delighted groan rumbled out of his throat as his tongue slid up your pussy, God you were so sweet. His tongue poked into your entrance, licking up the mess you were making for him as the pads of his fingers rubbed your puffy clit. "O-Oh.. Leon." Moans echoed throughout the room as your eyes rolled back. You tasted so good. A firm grip on your thigh made you shiver as his tongue lapped you up, a rhythm developed as he took his finger off your clit, his nose bumping into it instead. "Mm.. Delicious." A throaty moan left his lips, pistoning his fingers into you. It wasn't long till you felt a burning feeling in your stomach, your thighs starting to shake. "Leon, baby I-" You hiccupped your whines as the orgasm rushed all over you. "That's my girl, fuck.. cum all over my fingers baby." He adored your blissful state as you shook in his touch. Choked sobs and moans slowly died down as he pulled his fingers out of you, his tongue licking them clean.

"Please Leon.." The pleas left your throat too quick, your hands tugging on his sweatpants as you craved him. His love was like no other, giving you that warm feeling in your stomach. "Hm? What d'you want baby?" A soft smile spread across his face as he took your hand into his. "You know what I want.." A mellow whine came from you, a low chuckle leaving his lips as he started to take off his sweatpants. His cock throbbing in his boxers as he looked up at your heavenly body in front of him. "You're beautiful.. y'know that?" His hand traced up your body, gripping gently onto your side as his other hand aligned his hard cock to your entrance. The flushed dark pink tip slowly rubbing up and down your clit. He glanced back up at you, seeing your head give him a nod.

The slow push inside of you made his head spin, a raspy growl erupted from his throat as he thrusted himself fully in you. "So, fuck, tight f'me.." His hips slowly grinded into you, your eyes averted down to the lewd sight infront of you. Watching his cock thrusting in and out of you until the tip hit the right spot, your eyes rolling back. "O-Oh.." You mumbled out, feeling yourself go dumb on his dick. It had been so long that the stretch and pace felt new, it felt like love. Your hands scratching at his back, leaving red long marks. A groan of pain mixed with pleasure made his head fall back in ecstasy. "So good.." He whimpered out, subconsciously his fingers landed back on your clit.

The callousness roughly rubbing your clit, he felt you tighten around him. The wet sloppy thrusts quickened, Leon wanting to make you cum. "Please cum, please I want you to cum on my dick sweetheart." He moaned out, kissing you so passionately as he felt your climax make you go breathless. You gasped for air as he continued to snap his hips into you. "Fuck.. I love you, I love you, I love you.." He chanted as he felt his own high come over him, his cum squirting out of his tip. Filling you up so full, so warm. He panted looking at you, a soft smile spreading across your face. Love was exchanged between the both of you, the skin to skin touch melted you both into one.

"Thank you." A whisper hushed out of your mouth, Leon stared at you confused. "Hm? Don't thank me sweetheart.. here." He plucked a few tissues from the box, wiping you down. Sweet kisses gently tickled your skin as giggles elicited out from your lips. "I love you." Your mellow voice travelled through his ears, a wide grin spread across his face.

"I love you too."

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Before he messaged you back, you were already pulling on your shoes and heading back out to your car. After you'd already started the car up, he messages back and you decide no matter what he said, you are coming over. It didn't bother you that he would be sick, you liked being around him any time.

On the drive to his apartment it began to gently rain, adding to the pretty landscape outside. You had the radio playing to distract your tired mind, but to keep yourself awake and aware at the same time. Before you knew it, you were parking in front of the apartments.

You walked up to Leon's, a familiar act you'd done hundreds of times before. Once you reached his door, you grabbed your key you had to his place and let yourself in. You were met with the same scent you always smelled while in his apartment, but this time it also smelled stuffy, it smelled sick. It reminded you of how hospitals and doctor's offices smell.

You took your shoes off at the door and locked it back, and went back to his room. His apartment wasn't huge, but it wasn't small either. Decorated with mainly neutral colors, blacks, browns, whites, and grays, but he managed to still make it look alright despite his lack of color. You also noticed that this time, his apartment was slightly messier than it usually is. Leon liked to keep a clean space, he always said it helped him focus better that way, so you knew he was definitely sick and had been for a few days.

You reached his door and knocked, not waiting for an answer before coming in; you didn't care how presentable he was.

Leon was laying on his stomach, his bed sheets bunched up crazily, as was his hair. He smiled weakly when he saw you and you returned this gesture.

"I told you didn't need to come over, I'm okay. Just a cold or something," Leon said, his voice was hoarse and quieter than usual.

You looked at him like he had just told you he didn't want you over, just to mess with him. "You don't want me here?" You said over-dramatically while throwing a hand up to your heart. "But seriously, I was coming over even if you said no. You said you don't feel good and you never admit to being sick,"

He rolled his eyes at you but said nothing, obviously too exhausted to argue, even playfully. You took this as a chance to go check his temperature. You went over to him and felt his head with the back of your hand, then the same with your palm.

"You're burning up, stupid. Not just a cold," You tell him smartly, still picking on him.

"But you still get fevers with colds?" He told you questioningly, like he didn't understand what you were talking about. You rolled your eyes at him.

"Not that warm. Colds give you low grade, not like that." You knew this because of caring for and diagnosing your sicknesses yourself. You'd do anything to save the money and do things yourself, so this made you fairly good at caring for people when they were sick.

You walked out of the room without saying why, you were really just going to get a real thermometer from his medicine cabinet. Finding it quickly, you walked back to his room and checked his temperature correctly this time.

"Put the thermometer under your tongue," You instructed. He took the thermometer and put it under his tongue like you said. While it was taking his temperature, you noticed he was sweating and his eyes were slightly dilated.

The thermometer beeped and you took it from his mouth, you both looked at it. It read 103.2.

"That's not good, Leon," You directly told him, walking away again to get a rag with cold water on it to cool him down.

Before you were able to walk away from his bed, Leon grabbed your arm, "Just stay in here with me? Please?" He mumbled and looked up at you through sickly, tired eyes.

You sighed, knowing he wasn't gonna let you leave right now, even to go get something to make him feel better. You didn't want to admit it, but you wanted to sit there with him too.

"Lay down?" He was more telling you than asking, but you didn't mind, so you moved over to the side he left empty and laid there next to him.

Surprisingly, he turned over and pushed himself closer to you, making your bodies touch. You felt heat rise to your cheeks and your heart start beating faster. He placed his head near the crook of your neck.

"Hey, Y/n," He said, like you had just got there. His eyes were closed and he looked.. well, really pretty. You knew you probably shouldn't think he looked this pretty right now due to his sickness, but you couldn't help it.

"Hey, Leon." You replied softly.

"Can I tell you something?" Leon asked innocently to you, but it still made your heart race faster and pangs of anxiety hit your chest.

"Yeah, you can tell me." You really tried to sound as calm as possible, but failed a small bit.

He opened his eyes and sat up, so you did the same. He looked slightly worried, opening and closing his mouth as if he really has no clue what to say. You sat facing him and waiting patiently, and he finally began speaking.

"I think you're really pretty. I- uh.. I like you, like 'I want to be your boyfriend' kind of like you," His face was bright red and he was looking down at his hands. You couldn't tell if he was embarrassed or the fever was making him so red, but you figured both.

You knew you had to be blushing like crazy as well, but you decided to ignore that. You realized he was probably waiting for a response, you had been to caught up in the fact that the moment you waited for since you met Leon had just happened. Nothing like you expected it to, at that.

"I like you too, in an 'I want you to be my boyfriend' kind of way." Now you really knew you were blushing like crazy, but that didn't matter. He looked up and met your eyes, those pretty blue eyes that you could look at forever. He looked so surprised that you actually liked him back. Leon had always downplayed how good he looked, so he was likely wondering why someone as good looking as you would like him, even though you thought he was the most handsome boy you'd ever met.

He looked worried again, more of an 'are you sure?' kind of worried look. "So does that mean that I can be your, y'know... your boyfriend?" Leon, despite himself, sounded calm but awkward at the same time.

You smiled boyishly, "Of course it does, but I'm not kissing you until you feel better." You told him with a slight breathy laugh, your nerves finally calmed. He looked like his nerves had finally calmed too, but he looked more tired than he did before.

"Okay, I really need to go get you Tylenol and a cold towel so I can get you better," You said as you got up from the bed to go get his medicine and rag. Leon looked at you, silently protesting you getting up. You acted like you didn't see his look he gave you and walked out of the room.

You took in a deep breath, hardly believing what just happened was real. You couldn't help but smile stupidly while getting what you needed for Leon.

You practically skipped back into his dim lit room again, feeling like you were back in high-school and someone had just asked you to the school dance. Pushing down your excitement to an acceptable level, and walked over to Leon who was laying back down. You handed him a glass of water and two tablets of Tylenol for his fever and anything that was hurting. He understood without saying anything that he needed to take them.

He sat up and put both tablets in his mouth and took a drink of his water to wash them down. You took the water back and set it on his nightstand. "Lay down, I'm gonna put this on your head to help bring down your fever, okay?" You told him with a light smile playing on your lips.

"Mkay," He mumbled out, and you put the cold cloth on his forehead.

"Can you lay back down now?" Leon whined and you let out a small giggle at his neediness. You went back to your spot on his bed, but this time you cuddled yourself on him. He grinned and tested holding your hand, so you let him.

"I love you, Leon." You were scared to tell him you loved him since you'd only just confessed your feelings, but you figured it was better now than any other time.

"I love you too, Y/n."

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The constant banging in your ears was prominent as you drank away. To say the place was crowded was an understatement, shifting your body to contort your way through the chaos was difficult in itself. Even more so when you're wasted. Tipsy couldn't be described to you as your body stumbled forwards, clinging onto your friend as she took you to take a seat on one of couches. It really wasn't the comfiest but who were you to complain? The cracks of the well worn couch that could be felt as you shifted onto the cushioned seat made you whine slightly. A bar could at least refurnish their place every one in a while right?

"How much of a lightweight are you?" She took out a bottle of water from her purse, ushering you to drink some. A low groan was all you could respond back with, your dry lips slowly wrapping around the rim of the bottle as you stomached down some water. The cold liquid sliding down your throat, refreshing you in some way as your half lidded eyes slowly opened fully. Truly showing you the havoc that paraded in the four walls you were confined in.

In one corner, you saw random people making out - not really your thing. The middle of the room was overloaded with patrons drinking and dancing, the alcohol splashing out of their cups onto the cold tile floor. Nevertheless, it was nice seeing so many people bonding together. Even if it did mean that they were all subjected to one thing in common - being under the influence.

Warmth spread all around you, it was gross. You felt utterly sick as you tried to stand up. Your hope to walk was soon shut down as you stumbled back onto the couch, your friend holding you up. "What's up?" She mumbled as she looked at you, seeing that expression on your face told her everything she needed to know. You were about to vomit. She paced you over to the bathroom. Slumping your upper body over the toilet, your body took over. Your throat burned as you felt yourself throw up uncontrollably. God, it was absolutely disgusting seeing how your puke piled up. Slowly but surely, you were able to hover back up, flushing down the remains of what you ate and drank only a couple hours ago. Meanwhile, your friend was nowhere to be seen. Had she gone on and left you to be in the bathroom all by yourself? Your feet stumbled over one another as you peered out the cubicle, nope, she wasn't there. Even after 10 minutes of dizzily searching you still couldn't find her. That in itself was a problem but what the hell could you do? You were pissed out of your mind, let alone could you even walk so your next best option after being ditched was to ring your best friend. Leon.

The ringtone of your phone echoed throughout your head as you tried your best to hold it up to your ear. Checking the time on the neon light on the wall, it was way past midnight. 2:12 AM. Would Leon even answer at this time? Yes. Yes he would. A groggy voice hummed in your ears as Leon spoke "Hello?" Not only did you feel bad for waking him up, you were going to ask him for a favor but he was the only hope you had left. "Heeey, Leon I.. hiccup I need help." Was all you could slur out before a giggle erupted from your lips. Leon knew that tone of voice all too well, you were drunk. But not only drunk, you seemed completely out of your mind. He got up at an alarming rate, quickly dressing himself up before putting the phone on speaker. "Where are you?" He commented as his hand gripped on his phone tight, sliding on his trainers. The deafening music ringed out of the speaker before you conveyed to him where you were. "Velvet Verve.. hiccup you know the one d-downtown?" You mumbled out, feeling at your worst as the alcohol that was left in your system started to give you a migraine. Leon was already out of his apartment hearing you speak back. His fast footsteps could be heard over the phone as he threw himself in his car, slamming the door next to him. Revving up the engine all you heard was..

"Stay there."

You did exactly what he asked, you obeyed his command as your eyes flickered every minute on the time. 2:15... 2:16 etc. 10 minutes later, you see a familiar figure looking out for you. It wasn't long for him to find you slumped on the couch, a small smile on your face as he came over to you. "Where are your friends?" He presumed you went out with them, why would you go to a bar all by yourself? You responded with a shrug, clarifying to Leon that they had ditched you along the way. "Dunno.. They left I guess?" You murmured, thinking about it honestly made you feel a bit hurt. They might be your friends - absolutely no friend goes dumping their drunk friend in a bar though. A clear expression was smothered on Leon's face, he was disappointed that they would leave you behind when you obviously aren't in the best position. Leon approached you, his gaze followed your stammered movements - how much did you actually drink? Swiftly, he put his muscular arm around your waist, holding you up mumbling to you that you were gonna come back to his place. There was no place for you to argue back so a simple shrug left your body.

His grip was firm as he guided you out of the bar, you on the other hand were gripping onto him for dear life as your legs crossed over each other after you stumbled on your feet. A small smirk tugged Leon's lips as he saw your body try and keep up with his. Slowing down his pace, he took his time taking you to his car. "It's not long now," he whispered in your ear. A deep shiver pulsated throughout your body as his breath tickled your ear, a meek nod leaving you as your mouth laid speechless.

Adjusting yourself in the cushioned car seat, Leon's arms wrapped around your body as he pulled the seatbelt over you. The sharp 'click' symbolizing you were safe in the seat allowed Leon to shut the door - slowly walking around the front of the car, reaching the drivers seat and strapping himself in. "You okay?" The soft tone laced in Leon's voice made your eyes travel to his face, a warmth pooling in your heart as you took in his features. He was a beautiful man, his blue eyes staring into yours until your eyes perused on the moles that were splattered on his face. Handsome. He was the epitome of handsome. "Yeah..." Was all you could splutter out, hearing the ignition start up. You were practically gawking at him as he drove smoothly back to his apartment.

His eyes would flicker at you often, making sure you weren't about to puke all over yourself. God. If only he could tell you how pretty you were. It was all too much for him as his love for you built up for you over the years. Nevertheless, you both were friends. Strictly friends. Leon couldn't just blurt out how much he loved you... What if it ruined everything between the both of you? Years of friendship and comfort all down the drain because of him longing for you. Get a grip, Kennedy.

Soon enough, the tires slowed down as he parked in the parking lot. The engine giving a huff, clarifying the end of the short yet soothing journey you both voyaged on. Leon's head turned to face your direction, the sleepy expression plastered on your face told him everything he needed to know. He unbuckled his seatbelt, swiftly getting out the car and jogged over to your side. Your head slowly lolled up and down as you tried to stay awake. Being under the influence was really tiring once you knew you were safe. Leon made you feel safe. He had shown you how a man should care for you, a gentleman at it's finest. Leon's fingers gripped underneath the handle of the door, pulling it out to unravel you in front of him. Bending over you slightly he unplugged the seatbelt holding you. He felt your gaze on him, the hairs on the back of his next rose quick as he lifted himself off you. "You ready?" He asked before interlacing his fingers between yours to pull you out the car. Stumbling out, he caught you before you could fall - his eyes peering all over your form. You were about to black out. Without wasting time, Leon got you to start walking at a normal pace. His arm wrapped around your back as his hand grasped your waist, your movements still not steady nonetheless followed his. Your half lidded eyes barely making out what was in front of you, you were sandwiched between Leon trying to get his keys out his pocket and the door that was stopping you both from getting in.

Fishing out the metal of his pocket, he unlocked the door and guided you to his bedroom. The soft sheets enticed you immediately, the hefty amount of alcohol screaming at you to flop onto the bed. You did just that. A light chuckle escaped Leon's lips as he saw you messily climb up his bed, seeking out the plump pillow that laid at the top. His light footsteps slowly followed as he sat on the edge of his bed, watching your form contort into something that didn't really look that comfy.

"Are you comfy?" He questioned with a puzzled look on his face, seeing your body still shift around. A murmur left your mouth, half of your face mushed against the pillow. He slowly got to work removing the shoes you wore out and pulled his blanket over you. His gaze never once leaving your splayed out body in front of him. Oh, you were so pretty. A beautiful woman was all he saw. Drunk or not - he felt his heart warm up whenever he saw you. You were comfortable, really comfortable with how his bed hugged you. How did Leon have a better bed than you? As soon as you thought you were about to fall asleep, the bed got suddenly lighter. Uncontrollably, your head shot up and your eyes peered at Leon as you saw him nearly leave.

"Where are you going?" The crispiness of your voice allured Leon to look back. His eyes widened, Leon believed you fell asleep. "You're awake?" He approached the bed once again, sitting on the edge of it just like before. "Y-You didn't hiccup answer my question," your tone wavered from stern to soft as your eyes gazed into his. Leon felt himself get warm - that same feeling he gets when he sees you. "I- Uh.. I was going to sleep on the couch?" He explained as his fingers played with the blanket that covered you. A frown clearly spread across your face as you heard him say that. What? Sleep on the couch? No way were you going to allow that. "What? No..." You shuffled your body slightly to make space. Leon didn't understand what you were getting at until your hand softly patted the mattress. It clicked in his head.

"Hold on. You want me next to you?" He had to clarify for his own mental state. This was terrifying but exhilarating at the same time. How could he cope knowing you were next to him as he would try to sleep. He tried to argue saying he was fine on the couch but you wouldn't have it. Soon enough, he succumbed to your argument - resting his body as he shifted on the bed. "This okay? I'm not too close am I?" He whispered, keeping his voice quiet as heard your mellow breathing. "You're fine... Don't worry." A mutter elicited out your throat as you began to stare at him. Again. It just felt you couldn't get enough of him. This wasn't unnoticed by Leon as he averted his eyes from you. How the fuck were you able to get him so flustered? He had enough, Leon spoke up.

"You keep looking at me." He once again whispered, yet his tone was... scarily awkward. Your head tilted to one side as your brain tried to figure out a response to what he said. "You're handsome." Great. You just blurted out the obvious.

However, Leon did not expect that to come out of your mouth. Handsome? You thought he was handsome? No way. "You're drunk," Leon sighed out, looking at you but you frowned once again. "Yeah, but I still mean what I said." You groaned out, frustrated he wasn't taking the compliment. Leon's heart felt as if it was going to explode. He couldn't understand where this was coming from. Why was he so attracted to you? "I-I, c'mon get to sleep." He sputtered out, his hand stroking your arm. The blossoming touch made you feel tingly, subconsciously your body seemed to seek out for more of his touch. Both of your bodies pressed up against each other, you were happy and Leon was a blushing mess. His eyes peered down to your form beneath him only for your eyes to meet his. His breath hitched, seeing your eyes hazily bore into his own. "What?" He softly said contrasting the choke that left his mouth as he felt your arms hug his body. "Leon?" You mumbled out, seeing his adam's apple swallow hardly. He couldn't respond, he would do something stupid and he knew it. Leon's lips pursed together as he stared at you. "I like you." The confession broke Leon altogether. The once pursed lips broke as he looked at you shocked.

"Don't play with me right now, just go to sleep." His hand travelled to stroke your head, aiding him to calm his beating heart but also making you go sleepy. Did you say something wrong? "Do you not like me?" Your soft spoken voice echoed in his ears. Of course he liked you, he loved you for Christ sake. A sense of fear travelled throughout both of you. With you - you believed he didn't like you back. With him - he believed you spitting out nonsense because you were drunk. "I do. I love you." Leon stumbled his words out of his mouth, not thinking twice as he realized what he said. A toasty feeling flown within you. A smile spread across your face and Leon reciprocated it back. "But, you're drunk. And I don't want to ruin this thing we have already. You're precious to me and-" His words died off as he felt a playful smack hit his back. "Ow!" He yelped, his body jumping simultaneously.

"Shut up," you grumbled out, looking at him with a pout. A playful grin played on Leon's lips as he looked at you. Listening to you immediately he closed his mouth and admired your face. "Can I have a kiss?" The question hung above you both. Oh he wanted to kiss you so bad - however taking advantage of you was not something he wanted to do. Especially when he valued you so much. "No, I can't kiss you now." He gently caressed your cheek, his finger pads slightly pulling on your skin. You understood why he couldn't - instead of getting angry, you nodded as your eyes started to close. "Tomorrow though, yeah I can kiss you." Leon added onto his sentence. It brought a smile on your faces.

"Can we stay like this then?" The mellowness of your voice demonstrated how you felt. His gaze on you softened, of course you could stay like this. He wanted you in his arms forever - to protect you until he no longer could.

"Of course."

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-> masterlist

Leon had proven he was an ideal man, even with all his troubles and baggage. He was kind, loving, supportive, strong, etc. The best you'd find nowadays without settling for a red flag. Despite leon proving his maturity and security over the last year of your relationship, you had refused to let him pleasure you. He was endlessly confused by it, always asking if you were sure, but he never pushed you. You'd give him head, jerk him off, but he had yet to return the favor of pleasure. You always reassured him that you were a giver, not a receiver. You got pleasure out of giving, is what you told him.

He never pushed. Never prodded for details. He simply accepted your preferences and took your word. Unbeknownst to him, it was getting hard to keep that up. Everytime you'd suck him off, or sit in his lap and let him grind at your clothed pussy til he came, it became harder not to ask for him to return the favor. Why didn't you?

Leon was clueless about why you never let him return the favor, but in recent weeks, he noticed something. He took note of everything. When you initiated something, you were more hesitant to deny his offer near the end. You were more insistent about him touching you—groping and kneading anywhere he could reach. But you still swore up and down that you didn't need it.

He wasn't having it now.

He had you in his lap, hands palming at your butt, keeping your hips in motion against his clothed length. He kissed gently along your neck, one hand creeping down to find the space between your thighs. Before he could touch you through your shorts, you shifted away, panting slightly as you looked at him, slightly dazed from the dry humping and heated kisses.

"What?" He mumbled. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Just... relax. Let me d—"

"Let me do the work," he mocked faintly, face drooping slightly at the repetition of what you told him everytime he tried to reciprocate pleasure.

"Okay, that's.. a little mean." You laughed it off. "What's your deal?"

"You want it. You've been hesitant to let go lately. You've been more persistent about me touching you right." He said simply, gently lifting you off of his lap so neither of you could ignore the conversation with advances.

"What are you talking about?" You huffed quietly.

"You never let me see you or touch you in the same way you do to me."

"Because I don't need it." You tried to laugh it off again, scooting in closer. He stopped you.

"No. I want honesty. Why won't you let me return the favor and give you what you want?" He asked firmly, hands placed harshly on your thighs to keep you from moving.

"Leon, can we not do this? You know I like to give more than take." You looked away, shifting your body so you could close your legs and tuck them under your weight.

"Why?" He asked again.

You moved to get up, fully prepared to just go and finish yourself off in the shower and just ignore him, but he stopped you, hand over your wrist.

"How long have we been together?"

You blinked at him. "Two years?"

"Two years in two weeks. How long have we been getting intimate?"

"Uh.. a year?"

"And I've still never seen you naked."

"So?" You scoffed. "It's a preference, Leon."

"No, it's something else. You get scared when I ask you if you want me to help you out. If it's something trauma related, I want to know so I'm not accidently triggering something for you. If it's insecurity related, I need to know so that I can get that stupid shit out of your head. You have nothing to be insecure or afraid of." He spoke firmly, taking your hands into his as he shifted so you'd look at him.

"It's not.. it's not trauma. It just... looks weird, okay?" You finally spat out, brows furrowing.

"What does?"

"Everything. My body. My.." you exhaled heavily, frowning slightly as you looked down. "It's not appealing, Lee. It looks different than what I'm sure you've seen from other women."

"So?" He scoffed. "Babe," he lifted a hand to your cheek, letting you lean into the touch as he lifted your head. "I've seen a lot. I've only been with a few girls, and I've seen enough to know I don't give a damn."

"That doesn't—you don't understand. Most girls have an innie."

"A what now?" He blinked.

"Innie. You know, like belly buttons? They either protrude or are tucked away."

"Yes? What's that gotta do—oh. Oh."

"Yeah. Same thing happens with women's labia. It either stays nice and tucked away, or it poked out and looks weird. Even weirder if you've got a damn bush. Men don't like either, but the combination is even worse."

"I've seen that. Why's it matter? So long as I'm not opening myself up to an STD or a pussy with teeth inside, I don't see why the look of it matters." He looked genuinely dumbfounded. Not because he didn't understand the differences in women's bodies, but because he didn't understand the pressure you felt from yours looking different.

"It's not visually arousing!" You argued. "Guys in the past have made it clear that it's not very nice to look at. Even when I shaved—which I fucking hate doing."

"Listen to me." He cupped your face with both hands, leaning in for a quick kiss. "You are my girlfriend, and the woman I hope to call my wife someday, and if I'm lucky and I don't die before 35, I'd love to have some kids with you."

His words made your heart jolt, eyes widening slightly.

"All that said, I need you to understand that my love for you is bigger than what you look like." He leaned in to press your forehead to his. "If you truly don't want me to see you right now, then I won't push, but I need you to understand that you're the most beautiful woman I could have ever imagined I'd have the luck to be loved by."

"You swear on my life, your life, and our relationship that even if you don't like it, you wouldn't change your mind about me as a person?" You whispered quietly, lower lip quivering slightly from anxiety.

"I swear on everything. My life. Your life. Our relationship. My job. Our—"

You cut him off with a giggle, kissing him softly as you fell forward to hug him. "Okay, okay, no more swearing." You murmured, head falling to nuzzle into the side of his neck.

"Are you willing to let me see you tonight?" He asked softly, gently brushing your hair back and holding you tenderly as he scooted you back into his lap.

"Just... be warned." You pulled back, that shy look returning. "I haven't shaved. Or trimmed. In a while." Your voice returned to a quiet whisper.

Leon chuckled, lips curling into a mischievous grin. "A man fears no bush." He leaned in for another kiss, deeper this time. It took a minute of coaxing, but once your body gave in, you let him turn around and lay you down, his lips glued to yours the entire way down.

"You," you muttered, his lips interrupting you. "are so cheesy." You finished, making him laugh quietly.

"Be glad I didn't make a jungle joke. Or a Jumanji reference."

"Don't make me change my mind." You deadpanned.

"Alright, alright, no more jokes. Just focusing on my pretty lady." He dipped his head down and kissed his way down your body, stopping once he got to the waistband of your shorts. He looked up at you one more time, waiting for you to nod before he gently tugged the fabric down, your panties coming down with the shorts.

You closed your eyes, tight as you subconsciously held your breath. You expected a noise. A face. Anything to express dislike. But all that came was a shuddery breath and a soft kiss to your inner thigh. He sucked a light bruise into your thigh, moving onto the other one, repeating the process until he felt satisfied. Your head lifted and your eyes opened to look at him, finding him already looking up at you as his lips worked their way back up your thighs, stopping merely an inch from where you needed him most.

"Whoever convinced you that this was unattractive must have not liked pussy." He said bluntly, and before you could even laugh or tell him he was a doofus, his tongue was licking a long, flat stripe between your folds, making you gasp and quiver at the sensation.

"Leon," you breathed, head falling back against the pillow.

"Shh, 's okay," he uttered, tongue finding your clit with ease before he took the tiny nub between his lips and suckled gently. You squeaked, hips jolting. "Fuck," he cursed, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "She's fuckin' sopping, baby." He pulled back just far enough to take a better look, two fingers coming to gently spread your folds so he could see the wetness that had accumulated from simply dry humping and some nasty kisses.

"Lee," you whined. "Don't do that." You tried to reach down to hide yourself, pouting in embarrassment.

"No, no, not a chance." He grabbed your hand and held it down, shaking his head. "I've waited this long, I'm not letting you hide from me. Not when she's waiting so patiently for me. Don't you wanna give your pretty pussy what she's been fucking aching for?"

His words made your body shake slightly, pussy clenching around nothing. He could feel it, his lips curling upward with satisfaction. "Just.. don't stare like that. Please?"

"Don't worry, you'll get used to it." He promised, leaning back in to let his tongue circle your hole, only to delve in and get a proper, pure taste of you. His eyes rolled back, a low groan leaving him as he listened to you try to stifle your pitchy sounds. His tongue retracted and licked smoothly up to your clit and focused there. He repeated that pattern for a while until he felt you were ready for a little more. With his mouth still torturing your clit, he inserted two fingers, cautious but confident.

"O-oh, Leon," you gasped softy, back arching eagerly into his touch. He pumped two fingers back and forth ever so gently, slow in his need to build up and prepare you. His mouth pulled from your clit with a lewd slurp, only for him to lean in with soft, sweet kitten licks, making you twitch and grind up against his ministrations.

"She's so good already—so perfect," he purred, kissing his way up your body and finding your lips as he slowly increased the pace and curled his fingers, eliciting a gasp and a pitchy, drawn out moan from you. "You're so beautiful." He breathed, leaning in for a deeper kiss to get you distracted and eased so you weren't concerned about his opinions.

Leon worked you all the way to the edge, getting you to melt into his arms and accept the pleasure without worry, and just as you dug your nails into his arms, he eased to a stop, fingers retracting gently. You blinked up at him, panting quietly.

"Why did you—"

"That was just the appetizer." He purred, settling comfortably between your legs as he kissed your jawline. "Now I've gotta give you the real deal. Is that okay with you?" He asked softly, his clean hand gently soothing up and down your hip.

"Yeah, yeah, that's.. that's okay." You breathed, swallowing harshly as you watched him lean over to the nightstand to retrieve a condom. You opened your mouth to ask when he bought those, but you halted as he undid his pants and pushed them down. He opened the condom and rolled the pre-lubed material down his length, giving himself a couple of strokes before he lined himself up with your entrance.

"Tell me if it hurts, okay?" He asked, leaning down to press his forehead to yours. You gave a slight nod, gaze downward to watch as he slowly pushed inward, a slow moan drawing out from his throat. You hissed, but urged him to continue as you eased yourself to relax around his girth. He brought a hand down to gently massage your clit, his other hand pushing your shirt upward to grope and knead your breast, pinching gently at your nipple.

You mewled softly as he bottomed out, his cock filling you perfectly. Your thighs trembled, body aching beneath him. Not painfully, but rather with desire. You'd used toys before, obviously, given you'd been satisfying yourself for so long, but nothing compared to being in his hold, his hands all over you, and his cock filling you up like he was meant to.

"You okay?" He asked softly, thumb expertly circling your clit and allowing you to twitch and relax around him as you adjusted to his girth.

"Yeah," you breathed, eyelids falling shut with a blissful sigh leaving your lips. "You can move if you want. I don't need that long to adjust." You mumbled.

"Well, thanks to society, I know nothing about my girlfriend's body or her limits, so it'll take a while for me not to treat you like a porcelain doll." He mumbled, leaning to for a slow, easy kiss as his cock dragged backward halfway, then eased back in. He took his hand off your breast and reached to take your hand in his, holding it with the utmost care as he worked his hips back and forth slowly. It wasn't loud, wasn't rough, wasn't fast. It wasn't like any of the videos or standards you'd grown to think it'd be like.

He was slow, cautious yet confident, caring with every move, attentive to every little noise and movement of your body. His attentiveness almost made your heart squeeze whenever he'd stop entirely if you gave a sound that seemed pained rather than pleased. He was prepared to stop for any reason whatsoever.

"Don't let anyone ever tell you you're undesirable." He whispered softly, his hand leaving your clit so he could gently hold your face and let you lean into the touch. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, and I'm a goddamn fool for you." He lifted your chin for another kiss, a little faster this time.

You moaned softly, back arching. Your free hand came to rest at the back of Leon's neck, fingers carding softly through the bottom of his hair as his hips remained slow and steady. "You can go faster. Please, go faster, Lee." You begged softly, legs wrapping around his waist to keep him closer.

"Whatever you want, baby." He did as told, hips gradually speeding up to a maintained pace. Each thrust inward, his tip grazed that spongy spot inside of you, pushing squeaks and gasps and moans from your throat as your body began to bounce with the new speed.

"Oh, fuck," you gasped, back arching as your head fell back, nails digging into his hand and the nape of his neck. "Lee!" You squealed, thighs quivering. "'M sss—so close," your words were drawn out with pitchy moans. Leon's hand left your cheek and came down to fondle with your breast again, switching between the two mounds as he watched them bounce and jolt with each pump of his cock.

"Go on, baby. Take it. Fuck—she's squeezin' me so fuckin' tight." He hissed, brows furrowing slightly as he fought to maintain his pace and rhythm to keep you on the incline to pleasure. Instead of letting him explore your body with his free hand, you reached eagerly to grab it, searching for every bit of reassurance that he truly was here, genuinely enjoying himself, and it wasn't just another dream.

"Lee—Leon!" You choked.

"Cum for me. Please. Cum on my cock. Let me feel your pretty pussy fuckin' milk me." He begged, leaning in for a sloppy kiss as you finally let loose, body twitching and locking up momentarily before it eased into a limp mess. You heaved, barely mustering the focus and energy to return his hungry kiss as he fucked you through your orgasm, meeting his own moments later. With a deep grunt, he filled the condom, lips falling open in a breathy, choked, drawn out whiney moan as he let your cunt convulse and encourage every last bit of his cum to spill into the condom.

He slowly eased out of you, trying not to collapse on top of you as he rushed to discard the condom in the bedside trashcan—it was almost full, so he'd get rid of it later. Once discarded, he let himself fall into you, engulfing you in his embrace from above. His arms went around your waist, pulling you into him as he snuggled his face into the side of your neck, letting you catch your breath as he mouthed softly at the flesh he could reach. His hands soothed gently along your back, tickling your sides with his feathery touch.

Once your breathing evened out, Leon slipped and laid on your side, pulling you onto your side and into him. "You still there, baby?" He asked softly, brushing your hair away from your face to find you looking up at him.

"Yeah. 'Course I am." You whispered, watching him chuckle softly.

"There's my girl. You feel okay?" He mused quietly, fingertips gently carding through your hair and massaging your scalp.

"Feel good." You exhaled, head falling forward against his chest.

"Hey," he tilted your head back, making you look back up at him. "Don't do that again."

"What?" You frowned, sleep lacing your features.

"Hide from me. Never again. Promise me, baby." He paused, eyes softening as they looked into yours. "Promise me that whatever you're afraid of, whatever comes between you and your comfort or your happiness, you won't hide from me again." His hand came to cup your cheek, brushing his thumb over your cheekbone.

"I didn't.. I didn't know it would be such a big deal for you. I'm sorry." You leaned in and hid in his chest, feeling him exhale.

"I'm not mad." He laughed a little. "I just need you to know you're safe here. No judgment, no secrets, no need to be afraid. Ever." He curled around you, letting you stay in your comfortable hiding spot.

"I promise. I'll do better about it." You nodded, pressing a small kiss to his chest, right where you could hear and feel his heartbeat.

"I love you. More than anything imaginable."

"I love you, too, Lee."

"You wanna sleep now?"

"Mmh, I have to pee first." You groaned, uncomfortable and groggy.

"Go on, then. I'll swap the sheets and get you some water." He slowly pulled away, helping you out of the bed and parting after a sweet kiss so you could go about your business while he fixed up the messy sheets.

Upon wiping yourself up, now washing your hands, you groaned quietly. "Leeee?" You called, emerging from the bathroom and peeking into the bedroom.

He walked back into the bedroom with two bottles of water and a makeshift snack plate with crackers, fruit, and some chocolate. "Yeah?" He bumped the door shut, a piece of candy already in his mouth, making his cheek puff out slightly. Likely one of those old person candies he liked—butterscotch or the hard strawberry candies.

"Oh, I'm so in love with you." You grinned, meeting him halfway and eagerly kissing him. "I was gonna ask if you wanted to make some food but you read my mind."

"Sex makes me hungry." He shrugged, but smiled at your affection as he led you back to the clean bed.

"Well, normally you aren't doing the work." You giggled.

"Yeah, but now I am, and I'm really hungry." He crawled into the bed and pulled you in to follow, plate held off to the side as he tugged you into his lap.

"Love you." He purred, hugging you tight with his free arm.

"Love you, Lee."