ˢᵒᵘʳ ᵍᵘᵐᵐⁱᵉ ◌˚

you opened the door a fracture, peeking out with equal parts curiosity, confusion, and…concern?

Leon’s eyes immediately went to yours through the crack of the door, looking impatient and pent up.

like a bull trapped in a cage.

“Leon?” you questioned, voice confused but soft as you opened the door wide for him to come in.

you haven’t seen Leon since the divorce was finalised, and it gave you the chance to take in the different…look to him.

more frown lines across his forehead, stubble on his jaw that was clenched tight, grey threaded into his blonde, eyes darker — but that might just be the lighting. you glanced to where his necrosis was, and noticed the lack thereof. no more black, rotted skin. no more black veins.

he looked…well.

“Is everything okay?” you managed to find your voice to ask the question, and the second it left your lips Leon was backing you up into your house, slamming the door shut behind himself.

“Feel better than I have in years.” his rough voice hissed, and before you could even open your mouth to reply—his was on it.

his large hand slid through your hair to the back of your head, lips devouring yours with the intensity of a man who hadn’t stopped thinking about doing this.

placing your hands on his chest with a gasp, he took the chance to push closer against you and slide his tongue into your mouth.

you broke from the kiss with a gasp, looking up at him with surprise, cheeks warming at the feeling of his body pressing against yours.

“Leon, what’s going on?” you breathed, frowning up at him. he frowned back.

“Just— shut up. I need this.” he murmured before pressing his lips back to yours, this time with less force and more desperation.

you were a weak, weak woman—and it was Leon—so you melted into the kiss, hands balling his shirt up at his chest. Leon tightened his fist in your hair as the kiss deepened, his tongue tangling with yours in a sloppy, wet, desperate rhythm.

he pushed you backward until the back of your knees bumped against the edge of the couch, and pushed forward further until you were falling onto your back, him immediately climbing over you. you moaned into the kiss, face scrunching as you slid your hands up to his broad shoulders, pushing at them.

“Leon.” your voice started softly, edging on a warning tone.

He looked down at you with dark eyes, pupils dilated wide and feral. “Stop talking.” he dipped his head to your neck, pressing messy kisses along the column of your throat.

your breath hitched as he kissed at your neck, before squeaking when he scraped his teeth against your neck — the same way he always did.

you felt his hands beginning to glide over the map of your body like he still had it memorised. It made you shiver. “Leon—I haven’t…” you trailed off, staring up at the ceiling before squeezing your eyes shut. “Since we divorced.”

Leon growled, nails scratching down your waist before he gripped your hips. the possessive, feral instinct in him flared in his chest at the implication of your words. you hadn’t been touched by another man in over a year.

God, he was a selfish, possessive bastard.

“Damn fucking right you haven’t.” he murmured against your skin, kissing and biting at every sensitive area—knowing every single one of them like the back of his hand. his hands squeezed at your waist tightly, like he was remembering how it felt to have you in his hands. the cold steel of his wedding band—the one you slid onto his finger—pressed into your skin like it was branding you.

one hand slid up to grope the softness of your breast, rough fingers pinching at your pebbled nipple, making you shiver and moan.

“You’re still so fucking perfect,” he groaned appreciatively, dipping his head into the crook of your neck, biting hard enough to leave a mark.

you gasped a high pitched noise, one you hadn’t made in a while.

one that made him want to sink his teeth deeper into your flesh.

he, instead, licked over the mark he just made, soothing the sting before leaning back to admire his handiwork. his mark on his ex wife.

you stared up at him, breathing heavy, before your hands slid over his chest and his shoulders, pawing at his biceps. he wasn’t the only one appreciative of what was in front of him.

he went back to leaving kisses down your body, hands moving to grab at the hem of the shirt you were wearing, yanking it over your body and tossing it aside with no warning. you gasped, arms flying to cover your chest as if you two weren't married for the greater part of a decade.

Leon scoffed at you.

"We were married. Remember?" he huffed sarcastically, hands sliding over your arms as you rolled your eyes.

"That was then." you murmured weakly, and Leon gave you a look before intertwining your hands with his, slowly peeling your arms from your chest.

his gaze roamed over you, more intimately this time — which made you feel more exposed than his devouring gaze did. he let go of your hands so his could roam the smooth expanse of your body before dipping to the waistband of your sleep shorts.

he hooked his fingers, tugging them loose before looking up at you. you nodded, giving him permission. he yanked your shorts the rest of the way, disgarding them somewhere by your shirt.

he leaned back, eyes flickering over your face, flushed with parted lips, to your chest, rising and falling quickly, before meeting the wet patch forming on your panties. for the first time tonight, he smirked.

"She missed me, huh?" Leon cooed, the rough pad of his thumb swiping over your very sensitive clit, making your hips twitch and a soft moan fall from your lips. he smirked wider—practically a grin—at how responsive you were.

pushing your panties to the side, his calloused finger swiped through your folds, collecting your wetness. you bit your lip to stifle an embarrassingly loud moan that wanted to escape.

“This all for me, baby?” he asked, leaning down to pepper kisses along your jaw, softer this time, as his fingers slowly pushed inside of you, immediately curling into the sweet spot inside he knew so well. this time you didn’t stifle it, a loud moan tumbling from your lips, sucking in a shaky gasp and nodding to what he said.

“Of course.” you breathed, head falling back as his fingers began sliding in and out of you, crooking and curling into the spot that had your back arching. something in his chest fluttered at the desperate honesty in your breathy voice, fingers curling deeper inside you.

“Yeah? Good.” His thumb pressed against your clit, twirling tight figure eights as his fingers pumped in and out of you, back arching up into his body—which wasn’t a good thing, his warmth and firm muscles only served to make you dizzier.

your arms wrapped around his neck, one hand drifting to thread through his hair and hold it at the root, giving a small tug in response to him curling his fingers. he grunted at the tug, nipping at your jaw before kissing his way back to your mouth.

he swallowed your moans as he kissed you with a sensual kind of depth, feeling you flutter around his fingers. you were close, he knew it. “You gonna cum for me?”

“Yeah.” you squeaked, nodding as the coil in your abdomen wound tighter.

“Yeah?” he pecked a few more kisses on your parted lips, eyes roaming over your face with sickening amounts of adoration. he added more pressure on your clit with his thumb, which pushed you over the edge with a cry of his name, nails digging into his shoulders harshly.

he couldn’t tear his eyes away from your face as you came undone. for him, always for him.

he slowly pulled his fingers from your throbbing cunt, immediately sliding them between your lips. you held onto his wrist, tongue swirling around his digits, tasting the salt of his skin and the taste of yourself.

he groaned, his belt unbuckling with a clink.

“Let me take care of my woman, yeah? My wife.”

this fic is nsfw, contains badly written sex, older man/younger woman, reader is hinted to be or have been in university before, leon may have slight stalking tendencies, and kinda sex under the influence?? they have drinks but they dont act out of their mind yknow??

leon’s a gooner. but only a gooner for you. or rather, MissDesireXx52 on his favourite websites. its not like he’d consider himself addicted, but the way you use your fingers to part open that perfect pussy, all in view for the camera.

he might be addicted.

he took it upon himself to become the first anonymous sugar daddy of yours, subscribing with the highest membership to your patreon, and in the rare cases you’d livestream, he’d be the top donator without fail.

no matter how much of his government paycheque he’d blow on you, a girl who he only knew virtually, he’d never admit that he felt some level of care, or even love for you.

it was upon complete accident that leon found your location. i mean, it was a new twitter update, supposedly leaking everyones locations on their profiles..! he just had to check yours…. just to be safe…

i mean, what if a pretty little thing like you was living in the slums? he’d never forgive himself for not donating that $100 that one time you were live…

plus, its not like you were very far from him anyways.. it was only a 5 hour drive.. and a $300 per night hotel…

he stayed for a week. 

he originally told himself only three days, but time runs out fast when you’re looping blocks in the busiest city centre to try and find your beloved cam girl.

and finally, on a friday night, you sat at some shitty club’s bar in the basement of a hotel.

leon has been making regular rounds to every bar in town, especially after you made a remark in one of your videos saying “well i love sad, shitty bars! they’ve got a charm to them..”. it was like destiny,  the old bell of the front door ringing as he stepped foot into the bar, boots squeaking against the freshly-finished hardwood. 

you swirl the drink in your hand, some fruity cocktail in attempt to uplift your spirits. you blink sleepily, blush starting to fade away, fake eyelashes peeling at the corners, its been a long day. and so far, cam girl money has been used for rent, and drinks. no fun outfits, or new lingerie, or dumb stuffed animals. its been no fun, and all effort.

your gaze is almost locked in on your glass, until the leather barstool beside you squeaks with effort. the man beside you is tall, definitely not small, and smells of his own leather jacket and a cologne way out of your tax bracket.

as he orders a drink, he slides the gloves off of his hand, resting it on the counter. the calloused, veiny hands on this man oh my god. one glance at his side profile and you were set on getting a free drink, and in this mans pants.

meanwhile, leon knew exactly what he had walked into, and exactly what cards to play. he just couldn’t be happier that it laid itself out right in front of him.

he shifts his weight onto his left shoulder to face you, trying to silently get your attention. when your big eyelashes lift up, glancing at him, he knew the trap was set. with a slight curve of his lips, he spoke low, “i’m just visiting.. but do you know any good dinner places around here..?”

and bless your soul, you almost jumped at his voice so close to you. “ummm.. there isn’t much if you want something expensive.. i-i mean.. judging by your clothes..” he huffs, almost a laugh. “that doesn’t matter sweetheart. where are we trying to go?”

your eyebrows flit up, a bit surprised by his forwardness “you haven’t given me a name and you’re trying to get in my pants?” you scoff, turning back to order another drink for yourself.

leon has to take a breath, your bratty attitude coming as a surprise as you usually paint yourself as easy in your videos. “listen, the name’s leon. i want to take you out for dinner, not get in your pants.”

you look at him again, fully analyzing for any creepy weirdo murderer vibes, finding none. with a shrug you slide off your stool, motioning for him to follow. 

hes quick to leave behind you, leaving a bill on the bar to cover both of your drinks. his steps are heavy compared to yours. he clears his throat, fighting to make pace with your walking. “so, this a nice place? or another beat down hotel?” you turn around to glare at him, walking beside him now. “no, id say its on the nicer side. hey… if you’re not from here… shouldn't you have a car to drive us in..? you tilt you head up at him, a playful challenge.

he huffs again “yeah, but don’t you think its more fun to walk? plus, i wanted to see more of the city.”

a total lie, he could probably map the whole thing out street by street based off of the rounds he’d make prior to finding you.

upon taking a seat, leons face goes flat. “you took me to a buffet..?” he laughs through his nose as you give him a defensive look “yeah.. i like eating here..”

you cross your arms, already preparing to take your plate over, when he leans over to place a gloveless hand on your arm. “listen. you’re a pretty girl. probably a smart one too. i’m paying, so pick something expensive. not your go-to when you’re running off of $5 bills and pocket change. got it?” you lean back in your seat, a bit startled from his stern tone, but nod anyways.

“i don’t really.. know anywhere that’s like, expensive or nice.. sorry.” he stands up before you, patting you on the shoulder and leading you out. “that’s alright angel, we can figure something out.”

but the concept of giving this man more trouble, even after going out of his way to pay for your drinks and offer you dinner, left a sour feeling in your stomach. you’d much rather be in a place of comfort, one that didn’t cost any money. you stop him just as you step outside. “hey leon.. i really don’t want to cause any more trouble for you.. and you haven’t killed me yet.. so would you rather come to my place? It isn’t fancy, or anything.. but its free and I know where it is..!”

you shoot him a small, hopeful smile. meanwhile, he’s celebrating in his head. he just wanted to hit this whole time.

he smiles back, although a lot less bright than yours, “sure. i'll drive us there.”

the drive was quiet, you oogling over his leather heated seats and dashboard lighting. this guy’s like,, really rich.

he chuckles at your amazed expression. “fancy enough for ya?” you nod quickly, “definitely..”

as per usual, you fumble with your keys as collide with your acrylic nails, two fingers shorter than the rest. leon watches you fumble intently, grabbing your wrist when he spots your two short finger nails. he just shakes his head and chuckles, releasing your wrist.

with a push, you open your apartment door, holding it open for leon. “i thought it was ladies first” he mumbles with a scoff, but walks inside regardless.

the apartment is messy. not dirty, just cluttered. pillows strewn in places they shouldn’t be, clothes over dining room chairs, the occasional vibrator remote on the coffee table. nothing out of the ordinary.

leon drapes his jacket over the end of your couch, sitting down with a slight groan of effort. you swiftly tidy the kitchen, calling out to leon “um… do you want tea..? coffee? cheap beer?” he yells back quickly “whatever you’re having. surprise me.”

bringing over two cans of beer, you settle beside leon, a bit too far for his liking, but perfect for your comfort. you raise your can, cracking the tab. “i guess if i’m drinking, i’m drinking.” he chuckles, rising a smile out of you.

2 beers and 1.5 cocktails in, the conversation flows smoothly. talking about your university career, and the mounds of student debt, and how you’d do just about anything for it to go away, and to no longer have it looming over your shoulder. then the conversation turns into jobs.

“yeah.. i guess i kinda do dirty work.. its weird..” leon laughs. “dirty work? as in crime scene clean up, or porn?” you groan at his lazy joke, “the latter leon, the latter.. and its not like i’m proud of it either.. i just need money. and on good days it delivers. but yknow, you can only cum so much in one day before it gets to be a chore..”

you laugh, poking him in the shoulder before standing up and grabbing the empty cans to discard. “you want another?” you glance over your shoulder at him. he shakes his head, voice rasped from alcohol “no.. c’mere. i think i have an idea.”

you snort, padding back over to the couch where you sit a little too close this time, right under where leons arm rests above the couch. he leans in closer to you, tired eyes zeroing into him. “listen. you’re young. you’ve got a hell of a lot to live for, and this porn thing isn’t sustainable. i wanna propose something; i"ll pay for your tuition, living costs, whatever, as long as i can give you an orgasm that doesn’t feel like a chore. deal?” he holds out his hand like he didn’t just offer your saving grace.

taking his hand into yours with a firm shake, you respond without a second doubt in your mind. “deal.”

to be fair, you would’ve made the deal even if he was ugly.. the whole attractive allure of leon just makes the deal a whole lot sweeter. 

“then c’mere.” he pulls you closer, just enough for him to wrap an arm around your shoulders. the tension is too much, the alcohol and sex appeal making your blood run too hot. it doesn’t take much for you to lean closer, pushing your lips onto his in a surprisingly tender kiss. he always imagined you’d be a rough, messy kisser. but with a gentle hand on his chest, and soft lips licking and biting at his, you couldn’t be sweeter. 

he prys you off of him gently, still panting. “sweet thing, where’s your bedroom?”

you waste no time, pulling him up by the arm (as best as you can) and dragging him down the hall into your room.

this time, his lips go after you first. Hot and sudden, lapping at the inside of your mouth before sealing it with a sweet kiss and moving down to suck at the soft underside of your jaw. you groan when he licks a strip up your pulse-point, sending shivers down your whole body.

your hands travel underneath his button-up, a bit too professional for the current situation. he scoffs against the skin of your neck, “you want this off baby?” you can only meekly nod as he unbuttons a few, then rips it off over his head. you follow suit, quickly sliding off whatever trashy, low-cut tank top you had on.

when leon finally gets his hands on those tits, the ones he could only imagine through a screen, he lets out a deep groan, of pleasure and relief. with one hand kneading your tits, his other travels down to unzip your jeans, pushing them past your hips and down to your ankles.

he pulls away from kissing at your collarbone to demand, “kick.” you kick as instructed, sending you jeans across the room into a shadow you don’t care to search.

you don’t even have to help him, you just stand there, sucking on his neck while he takes his slacks off, albeit slower than you’d like, but he has a bit of a distraction kissing up on him.

you let your hand travel down the plains of his chest, landing right on his clothed cock. with a gentle squeeze, he grunts, grabbing your wrist. “i said i’d make you cum, not the other way around.”

and without another word, he wraps his arms around you, taking you to the bed. you land with a soft “oof!” scooching up the cushions to give leon enough room to settle between your legs.

he lays a hand on one ankle, staring up at you, asking silent permission. you nod quickly, and he deftly hooks your panties down to your ankles, raising one to put it on his shoulder.

he wastes no time diving in, kissing up the crease of your inner thighs and pussy, until he lands a soft kiss right to your clit that already has you shaking. his tongue laps you up oh-so-nicely, as his nose bumps into your clit when he dips his tongue into you, eliciting a sharp moan from you.

it doesn’t take long until he’s brushing his stubble along with kissing your clit, murmuring against you “cum on my face for me baby..”

and you’re ruined. legs shaking, squeezing together, and almost crushing his head when he places a few final gentle kisses along your thighs.

he untangles your ankle from his shoulder, pressing open-mouthed kisses all the way up your stomach, tits, collarbone, and neck, until he reaches your mouth. he murmurs sweet nothings like “such a good girl for me..”, “so perfect baby, you did so well”, and “you’re such a pretty girl.. pretty pussy too..”.

shamelessly, you pull him down onto your mouth, hard. Mashing teeth and lips and tongue all in a messy, wet kiss. your arms loop around his neck, fingers tangling into his hair as you bring his lips up for a second, “i’m on the pill.” and just like that, he’s a starving man against your lips, hands squishing and prodding wherever he pleases before he takes a hand, cupping your pussy.

“you ready baby? you tell me if it hurts or if you need a break okay?” he gives you a stern look. you would’ve scoffed if he didn’t pull his boxers down, revealing his cock that was definitely a bit too much for you.

you swallow hard, placing a hand over his where its wrapped around the base, lining it up with your entrance.

leon places a soft kiss to your temple as he first pushes the tip in. another kiss when he gets a bit deeper, and a final kiss to your lips as he bottoms out. You let out a loud groan against his lips, the stretch almost overwhelming. he feels so much better than any bad dragon 11 inch dildo you get gifted from your amazon wishlist.

taking a few deep breaths, to recollect yourself, you press yourself down further, grinding against him. “you want me to start moving?” he murmurs, thumbs stroking either side of your hips. you nod, biting your lip as you prepare for the first thrust.

but you weren’t prepared at all. his first thrust pulled all the way out until just the tip remained, then slammed back in, almost knocking the air and braincells out of you.

you’re better prepared for the second thrust, just as powerful, but deeper. thrusts blend into one another as you moan and whimper and whine against leon’s lips, kissing him like a lifeline.

your acrylic nails dig into his back, leaving little crescents with every movement. he moves a hand up to smush your tits, kissing each nipple delicately, bringing them between his teeth with utmost care.

he shivers when you begin to whine, realizing that was your telltale that you’re close. he snakes a hand down to press against your clit, his thumb making little circles in tune with every thrust. 

with a final whimper, your back arches and falls, cumming with a wave of ringing in your ears and dizziness.

you almost babble to yourself as he pushes a few more thrusts into you, cumming inside you with a hiss and a groan. its like he can’t get enough.

he can’t help but to push into you a few more times, plugging both of your cum into your pussy.

he collapses on top of you, supporting himself with his elbows. short of breath, you bring him into a kiss anyways, sweet but messy. with a grunt, he pulls out, rolling to the side of you.

even in your sleepy daze, you make effort to throw the covers over you, snuggling into them.

you mumble something along the lines of “that was the best sex i've ever had”, and “leon i think you broke me”.

he chuckles, then shushes you, getting under the covers and  pressing a warm kiss to your temple as he draws you closer into his chest whispering sweet nothings. 

most notably, he whispers “i'll take care of you”, making you mindlessly nod against his chest. he chuckles at your quick response. “yeah? you’d like that?”

you look up at him with a dazed smile and drooping eyelids, “yes, please…”

as your eyes close, he huffs a laugh again, pressing a warm palm between your shoulder blades.

“looks like I’m paying for your tuition then baby..”

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your hand lightly grazes his face, and leon pouts. "i know you can do better than that." you giggle and slap him a little harder- still no real umph behind it. "baby, c'mon. think about our fight last week or something. i want you to really slap me, okay?" leon pleads, his hands roaming to your thighs to rub affirming circles into your plush skin.

"i dunno if i can... it seems mean." blush raises to your face, trying to look anywhere but leon's eyes. "that's the point!-" leon begins, a little too excited of the thought of you being mean to him. you catch this; his sudden enthusiasm brings your gaze back to his. "-i mean, uh, that's okay. if you don't wanna, you don't have to..." he trails off, but looks a little disappointed.

but who are you to deny your boyfriend? so, without a word, you bring your hand and slap him against his face. hard. leon's hips instinctively bucks up, and he gasps. "y-yes, like that. fuck," he grabs your shirt to pull you into a kiss, and as soon as his lips are about to graze yours, you smack him again. leon whimpers under you. "you want me to be mean?" he nods reverently, biting his lip. anxious on what you're going to say, what you're going to think of him. you giggle, but it's different than before. there's something more lustful about it this time.

your other hand moves from his hip to palm his cock over his sweatpants. "never knew you were that dirty, leon," as you begin to draw circles onto his crotch. "f-fuck, i'm not-" and you slap him again. his hips buck up into your touch as he groans. "getting off to me slapping you? pretty dirty in my eyes... i wonder what else you want me to do to you, hmm?" you start to move your hand up and down his cock over the fabric separating you two, and leon whines. when he doesn't answer, you strike him again- and leon whimpers once more. you swear you can see a red mark forming. "tell me," you demand, really falling into your dom role.

he gulps. "i-i want you to tie me up, play with me. use me just for your- oh god- fun, please," he moans, not knowing what he's begging for. the added friction of his sweatpants and boxers is making him close embarrassingly fast. or maybe it's the way you're treating him. "and... you wouldn't let me cum, fuck, until you- you were done with me," leon pants, hips now following the movements of your hand. "almost straight out of a porno," you mock, grinning at him. "but that's okay. i'll give you what you want," your movements speed up on his cock, hips jerking.

"ffuck, need-" and you slap him one last time. "no. you'll take what i give you," you practically snap. leon jerks forward, gasping, and you move your hand on his face to keep his mouth open, spitting on his tongue. a guttural noise escapes leon as his orgasm washes over him, eyes squeezing shut and swallowing. he soaks the front of his boxers and pants as you let him ride it out, getting your hands all sticky.

as he comes back to reality, you scooch in closer to him- grounding him. he smirks. "didn't know you had it in you," he quips.

You should’ve known better than to walk home alone at night. After a few drinks with friends and a dead phone, you figured it should be fine. You’d stumbled home plenty of times, why would tonight be any different? You must’ve been too tipsy to pay any mind to the man a few blocks back, seemingly trailing your path. Until it was too late, that is.

You felt a hand cover your mouth, pulling your pliant body against a sturdy man’s chest. You didn’t have to assume, the smell of alcohol and musk filling your inebriated senses. “Don’t scream,” His breath was warm against your ear. “I’m not gonna hurt you. I’m not that kind of guy.” His voice came out deep and clear. It was oddly familiar. Your memory was hazy. It was hard to remember exactly where you’d heard it before.

“What’s a cute number like yourself doing out here all by yourself?” His free hand groped at your hips, kept your backside pressed flush to his crotch. A stiff bulge you tried to will away with your mind. If only your feeble squirming didn’t make him groan. His voice .. You heard the same line at the bar. A blonde man with an outdated haircut asked you for your number. You turned him down, found him far too sleazy for your taste. You liked your men with less one liners and better fashion sense. He introduced himself as a Leon Kennedy. You couldn’t place his face to his name now. You wouldn’t be able to pick him out a lineup anyways.

“It’s not safe you know.” He kept you pressed back against him, ignoring your pathetic attempts to put up a fight. Pathetic it was. You’d try and buck your hips off him, but he just held you tighter. It seemed to spur him on, if anything. “Some pervert could’ve snatched you right off the street.”

You whined against his hand, some sort of plea. But he didn’t care to hear it. He’d had enough wailing of his name for a lifetime back in Spain. “I’m not a pervert.” He laughed. “Or a psycho. I’m not gonna throw you in a volkswagen or strangle you.” That made you shiver. What the hell was he on about?! Your vision blurred, dizzy from too many shots. You couldn’t make any sense out of him, let alone fight him.

“I help people, you know that?” He said with a grunt, grasping at your hips as he began to usher you further from the street lights. “So really, I’m doing you a favor.”

You had no time to call his bluff. Even if you did, he’d talk his charismatic way out of it. Sleazy.

He shuffled your stumbling-self out of public eye, until you tripped on your heels and fell to the gravel. Either that or he’d shoved you, but you were in no state to tell the difference. All you knew was the sudden pain in your knees. The heavy weight of Leon straddling your back. “Don’t be so modest. Look at you, dressed like this?” He sat back on his haunches, bunched your dress up your tummy. It wasn’t like there was much fabric there in the first place. “You were just begging for it.” He spoke in a sultry tone, one that made you break out in a sweat despite the cold. “You’re lucky it was me.” He planted his hands either side of your ass, tore those flimsy panties off with ease.

You whimpered, trying to beg. “No, no please. I have money-" You slurred, cheek being smushed into the ground as he pushed your head down. He held you there as you were in any state to get away. “Oh, I bet you do.” Leon said in a sarcastic tone, unbuckling his belt behind you.

“Is it because you parade yourself around like this?” He asked, shoving his knee between your thighs to shuffle them apart. You tried closing them, but your body was weak, helpless. A night of one too many usually ended up in embarrassing pictures on the internet or drunk texts. Not this. Anything but this. You’d be warned about it before. The dangers of being alone at night. Maybe it was on you after all. “Noo,” You whined, the words coming out in a raw sob. You knew you weren’t a prostitute. But defending your dignity face down, ass up for a stranger did no good.

“What’re you crying for?” He leaned over you, voice hot against the side of your face. “C’mon, don’t cry,” He clasped his hand over your mouth again, making sure you’d stay quiet. You knew if anyone saw this, they’d simply go the other way, so it didn’t matter.

“Don’t scream. Just relax. It could’ve been some serial. But it’s just me.” He murmured, shuffling his jeans down his thighs. Just enough to get his cock out. You felt it bob against your cunt. Uncut and leaking pre. It should’ve been classified as a lethal weapon, considering what he was about to do with it. You tried to bite his hand to no avail. The first thrust of his hips made you tense up and whimper. “Goddamn,” He grunted, gripping your hip with his other hand. “You’re so tight.”

He pulled you back against him in one rough movement, making you groan against his hand. Your eyes squeezed shut, feeling his fat cock stretch you out. You struggled to adjust, bare knees rubbed raw on the filthy gravel as he began to grind into you. More forceful and rough with each slap of his hips against yours. “Such a tight little hole. I should’ve fucked your ass.” He gave it a harsh smack, no doubt leaving a red splotch in the shape of his hand. “Coulda’ let you walk away a virgin.”

The sting (and nausea at his words,) were nothing compared to the sheer anguish of his cock. Dragging half-way out, then shoved back in over and over like a wild animal. It was slick and smoother now. You weren’t sure if you’d gone on pissed on him or if it was smears of blood over his shaft. Leon didn’t seem to mind.

“Fuck,” He moaned, his slight stubble rubbing against your cheek. You could only whine against his hand, in no position to get him off your back. Heavy, he was heavy. The muscular and pure strength of a man you were no match against. “You’re doing great,” He grunted, mouthing at your neck. He nipped at your ear, panting against it. “Gonna cream in your pussy. Gonna fill you up like no man ever could.”

His filthy words made your stomach churn. Your snot running down onto his knuckles. “Dirty girl,” He chided, releasing your mouth. “I should use this pretty mouth next.” He rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip, trembling under his touch. “Fuck your throat, see if you can take it,” He enunciated those words with a particularly rough buck of his hips. “I bet you could. I bet you’d like it too. You’re soaking my cock, sweetheart.” He shoved his fingers into your mouth, drilling his cock in and in out of you with no mercy. You gagged on his invading digits, his knuckles grazing your front teeth. You feared you might puke on his hand, but that was the least of your worries.

“Ah, shit. Squeezing me so fucking tight.” He growled with vigor. You could only whimper, your drool coating his fingers as they crammed down your throat. He gripped your hip so tight his fingernails dug into your skin, yet that only scratched the surface of your anguish. The dirty nonsense spilled into your ear made you wish he’d snap your neck. Get this over with. But Leon wasn’t that kind of guy.

You felt his cock throb inside, no doubt leaving your cervix bruised. Deep, deeper than you’d ever imagine. Than you’d ever want to imagine. The hand on your hip wrapped around your stomach, holding you still as he used you. Fucked you like a cheap pocket pussy. Except toys don’t bleed. They don’t squirm and cry, unlike like you.

“Oh, god. Shit, ‘m gonna cum. Gonna fill your tight cunt up, nice and full.” Leon dragged his mouth from your cheek to your shoulder, sinking his teeth into your skin. If he was ever caught, maybe they’d pull up his dental records. As if you’d ever get justice.

You choked and groaned around his fingers. Music to his ears. “Don’t worry. You’ll do much better on a real cock.” He assured, running his tongue over the indentions of his teeth. You could only pray that would never happen. Not with him. If only God was listening when you needed him.

Your fate was sealed with one last rough grind of his hips. Leon fulfilled that debauched promise. You wanted to scream and beg him to pull out of you and spare your womb from his seed. But it was too late for tears. He collapsed against your back, huffing and panting against your neck. The seconds passed by like hours. The feeling of being unclean. His heavy weight and hot breath. Maybe you had sick fantasies of this happening .. but things always sound better in your head.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Leon hummed, oh-so condescending. Cocky and full of himself, you were lucky you were unable to see the look on his face. Surely he felt satisfied. If he ever passed by you on the street, he might remember your face. Wasn’t so bad? You whimpered, making him wipe your tears away with fingers wet from your saliva. For a split second, you thought he might’ve found something akin to empathy.

“Now, get yourself together.” He patted your cheek with more force than needed. “You wouldn’t want someone to see you like this.”

You knew he was right, but it wasn’t honesty. It was dark in the alley, and nobody would’ve intervened.

... Naivety was a curse. Not a blessing.

He sat up off of you, slowly pulling out of you with a slick movement. You felt your mixture of bodily fluids seep between your legs. You felt him tug your panties back up. (even torn, it was an effort.) He pulled your dress over your ass and stood up. “You’re a real keeper.” The words sounded mocking, like you were a one-night-stand. Not a court case.

“I’ll see you around.” He took his leave so casually, tossing a 20 by your head. Cheap bastard.

𝙻𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 ♡

𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚖𝚒𝚍 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 (𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗,𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚗𝚘)

𝙰𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚘𝚗 (𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐) (dubcon)

𝙱𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍'𝚜 𝙳𝚊𝚍!𝙻𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞

𝙿𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎!𝚕𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 (𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗, 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔)

Leon Kennedy had survived horrors that would have broken most men. Bioweapons, global pandemics, endless nights in decrepit European castles and decaying American cities. He’d earned his retirement, his quiet suburban home with its neat lawn and white fence.

The silence was a fucking gift.

Then you moved in.

Your arrival was a colorful explosion next door. He watched from his window as a moving van disgorged furniture wrapped in bubblegum-colored plastic. You were a blur of motion, bouncing between the truck and your front door in a pair of tight, high-waisted shorts and a Von Dutch cropped tank top that strained against your chest.

Your laugh was bright, ringing across the yards like a bell. Leon kept his distance. He’d mastered restraint. He’d stared down monsters without blinking; he could handle a pretty neighbor. He stayed inside, focused on his coffee, his routines.

But you didn’t respect distance. Two days after you moved in, you appeared at his front door holding a plate covered in a pink cloth. “Hi! I dont know if you noticed but i moved in the other day,” you chirped, your smile wide and genuine. “I made cookies. Thought you might like some.”

You were wearing a pale pink, ribbed-knit crop top that clung to your torso, the fabric thin enough he could see the shadow of your nipples underneath. Your jeans were denim, cut low, hugging the curves of your hips and the swell of your ass. Your skin was smooth, golden-tanned, and you smelled like sugar and vanilla.

“Leon,” he said, his voice gruff. “Thanks.”

“Oh, cool name!” You handed him the plate. Your eyes were warm, sparkling with an unfiltered optimism that felt alien to him. “I hope you like them. They’re sugar cookies!”

He took the plate. “Appreciate it.”

“No problem! See you around!” You bounced back to your house, your ass cheeks shifting under the denim with each step. Leon closed the door, set the cookies down, and exhaled a long, slow breath. He was so fucked.

The next week was a slow-burn torture. You were always outside. Gardening in cropped tops that did nothing to hide the curve of your tits. Watering plants in sundresses that sat just above your ass and thighs.

You waved at him every time you saw him. Your wave was was an entire-body gesture, a wiggle that made your chest bounce.

Leon started collecting his newspaper later, hoping to avoid your morning cheer. It didn’t work. You'd be on your porch, sipping coffee in a pink satin robe that was clearly just a nightgown, the collar loose, offering him a sunny “Good morning!” He’d grunt a response, his eyes glued to the pavement.

Then came the final straw.

Leon stepped onto his front porch, the morning sun warm on his face. He reached for the newspaper in its plastic sleeve. A movement caught his eye over the fence.

You were in your backyard. You'd set up your bright lawn chair. And you were lying on it, on your back.

What you were rocking wasn't a bikini. It was two tiny triangles of hot pink fabric, together by thin strings. The top triangles strained, threatening to spill the breasts they were meant to cover.

Your nipples, hard as diamonds, pressed against the taut material, creating two distinct peaks. The bottoms were even more obscene—a narrow strip of fabric between your legs, the sides cut so high they barely covered the outer curves of your ass.

Your skin was oiled, glistening, every dip and curve highlighted.

Leon’s breath stalled in his throat. His eyes scanned the neighborhood as a distraction.

Old Mr. Henderson was suddenly mowing his lawn, his head tilted toward your yard. The teenage boy down the street was “fixing” his bike on the sidewalk, his gaze fixed over the fence. A woman across the street was pretending to water her flowers, but the hose was aimed at her feet. And an middle aged couple walking their dog, eyes fixed on you in your lawn chair.

They were all watching. Ogling. And you were utterly oblivious. You had a magazine open on your lap, one hand resting on your stomach, the other occasionally brushing hair from your face.

You shifted, turning slightly, and the bikini bottom pulled, revealing a glimpse of the smooth, oiled skin of your inner thigh, nearly to the crease of your ass.

Leon felt a heat rise in his gut, a familiar, coiled tension that had nothing to do with survival instincts this time. He was staring. He couldn’t stop. His eyes traced the swell of your chest, the dip of your navel, the expanse of your thighs. Jesus Christ.

Then you looked up.

Your eyes met his across the distance. You smiled, that bright, unguarded smile. You waved.

Leon froze, his newspaper clutched in a tight fist. He gave a stiff, minimal wave back, forcing his eyes away from your chest. You sat up.

You swung your legs off the chair, the movement making your breasts shift heavily within their tiny confines. You stood, picking up your magazine, and started walking toward the fence that separated their properties.

Leon’s heart hammered against his ribs. Don’t come over. Don’t. You reached the fence, leaning over it slightly. The top of your bikini gaped a little with the movement, showing a deeper shadow of cleavage. “Hey Leon! Beautiful day, huh?”

“Yeah,” he managed, his voice tight. “I was just catching some sun. You should join me! I have an extra chair.” Your tone was innocent, friendly.

Leon’s gaze dropped. He couldn’t help it. The pink fabric of your top was stretched so tight over your breasts he could see your nipples pressed against it.

His stare was fixed, hungry, perverted. Your smile faltered. Your eyes followed the line of his stare to your own chest.

A slow realization dawned on your expression. Your cheeks flushed. Not with anger, but with a sudden, hot awareness. You looked back at him. His eyes were still locked on your tits.

You didn’t recoil. You didn’t cover up. You just… watched him watch you. Your breath hitched slightly. Then, you bit your lip. “I… I should go,” you said softly, but your voice wasn’t scared. It was… breathy.

You turned, clutching your magazine to your chest, and walked back toward your house. Leon stood rooted, a cold dread washing over him. You fucking idiot. You scared her off.

But you didn’t go inside. She stopped at your door, turned, and looked back at him. Your gaze was direct, burning. You didn’t speak. You just lifted your hand, curled a finger, and beckoned him. A clear, silent command: Come here.

Leon’s blood went from cold to boiling in a second. He didn’t think. He dropped the newspaper on the porch and moved.

He crossed his yard, opened the gate in the fence, and strode into your backyard. His steps were quick, purposeful. You watched him approach, your eyes wide, lips parted. When he was close, you turned and opened the door, stepping inside. He followed.

The house smelled like you—sweet, floral, clean. The living room was a riot of coolours: fluffy pillows, a pink velvet sofa, floral curtains. You didn’t stop there. You walked through the living room, down a short hall, and into your bedroom.

Leon followed, his boots quiet on the plush carpet.

Your bedroom was a girl's dream. The walls were a soft blush. The bed was huge, covered in a fluffy white duvet and a dozen pink throw pillows. A chiffon canopy draped from the ceiling. Everything was soft, feminine, young.

You turned to face him, standing beside your bed. You were still in that tiny bikini, glistening with oil. Your chest rose and fell with quick breaths.

“You were staring,” you said, your voice low.

“Yeah,” Leon admitted, his own voice rough.

“Do you… like what you see?” You asked it softly, a challenge wrapped in silk.

Leon’s control snapped. “Fuck yes,” he growled.

He stepped forward, closing the distance in one swift movement. His hands went to your waist, gripping the slick skin of your hips. You gasped, a sharp intake of air. He pulled your against him, his body hard and tense against your soft, oiled warmth.

Your mouths met. It wasn’t gentle. It was hungry, desperate. Leon kissed you like he was claiming something, his tongue pushing past your lips, tasting the sweetness of your mouth. You moaned into him, your hands flying up to clutch at his shoulders, your fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt. The magazine fell from your hand, hitting the carpet with a soft thud. Leon’s hands slid up your sides, over the smooth curve of your ribs, to the strained fabric of your bikini top.

He palmed your breasts through the material, feeling the weight of them, the prominent nipples hardening against his palms. You arched into his touch, a broken moan escaping your throat.

“Ohhh,” you whimpered.

Leon hooked his fingers under the thin strings of your top and pulled. The triangles of fabric gave way, sliding down your chest. Your breasts spilled free, now fully erect. He groaned at the sight, his thumbs brushing over the stiff peaks.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he muttered, his voice thick.

Your hands were on his belt, fumbling with the buckle. “Leon… please…”

He kissed you again, swallowing your plea. He backed you toward the bed, your steps clumsy, knocking over a pink vase on a bedside table. It crashed to the floor, ignored. You fell onto the bed together, the fluffy duvet swallowing you.

Leon stripped his shirt off, tossing it aside. Your hands were on his chest, tracing the scars, the muscle. Your eyes were wide, admiring.

“You’re so… hard,” you breathed.

He pushed you back onto the pillows, his hands going to the tiny bikini bottoms. He hooked his fingers in the sides, pulling them down. The fabric slid over your oiled skin, revealing you completely.

Your pussy was bare, neatly trimmed, your lips already glistening with arousal. Leon stared, his cock aching in his pants. “Jesus,” he hissed.

You spread your legs slightly, an invitation. Your eyes were locked on his face, burning with need. “I’ve… I’ve thought about this,” you confessed, your voice shaky. “Since I saw you. I thought about you… fucking me.”

Leon’s filthy mouth kicked in. “You wanted this old man to ruin your pretty little pussy?”

“Yes,” you gasped.

He undid his belt, pushed his pants and boxers down. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, veins running along the shaft, the head a dark, flushed pink. Your eyes widened further, a mix of shock and raw desire.

“Oh my god,” you whispered. “It’s… it’s so big.”

Leon knelt between your spread legs, his cock hovering your her glistening slit. He didn’t enter you. Not yet.

He pressed the hot, broad head of his dick against your outer lips, dragging it slowly upward. The slick, wet tip traced the outline of your pussy, smearing his own pre-cum—a clear, sticky pearl—across your swollen folds. The shlick sound of the wet glide was obscene in the quiet room. You moaned, your hips lifting off the bed. “Ahhh… that feels… hnng…”

“You like that, baby?” Leon growled, rubbing the head up and down your slit, spreading your wetness, making your lips puff up more.

“You like my cock painting your pretty little cunt?”

“Yes, yes I like it… fuck…” your voice was a broken whimper. He increased the pressure, rubbing the firm tip harder against your sensitive flesh. He slapped it lightly against your lips, a soft thwap sound that made you jerk.

“You’re getting so wet for me,” he murmured, watching your juices mix with his pre-cum, creating a shiny, slick mess. “Your pussy’s begging for it.”

He focused the head on her clit, a firm, prominent bead now fully engorged. He pressed the tip against it, rubbing in a slow, circular motion.

Your body convulsed. “EEE! Right there… ohhh fuck…” your hands grabbed at the sheets, twisting them.

“You gonna come just from me teasing your clit?” Leon asked, his voice a dark, commanding rumble. “You gonna scream for me before I even fuck you?”

He kept the pressure, the motion, his cockhead a relentless, wet tool against your most sensitive spot. Your pussy lips began to part, opening like a flower, leaking more thick, transparent juice. Your breath came in sharp, ragged gasps.

“I’m… I’m… ahhhh!” your back arched, breasts heaving. Your clit pulsed under his relentless attention.

Your orgasm hit you suddenly, a sharp, violent cresting. Your whole body tightened, your legs shaking, pussy clenching around nothing, gushing a fresh wave of wetness over his cockhead. You cried out, a high, strained scream that tore from your throat.

“Jesus Christ!"

Leon watched your face, your eyes squeezed shut, your mouth open in ecstasy. He kept rubbing, even as you peaked, making your orgasm extend, prolonging the torture. “That’s one,” he muttered.

“Let’s see how many you can take.”

Your body collapsed back onto the bed, trembling. Your eyes opened, hazy and overwhelmed. “Leon… please… I need you inside…”

“Not yet,” he said, his voice cruel with pleasure. He shifted, dragging his cockhead down from your clit to your opening. He nudged the tip against your entrance, feeling the hot, slick resistance of your tightness. He pushed, just a little, the broad head starting to stretch you opening.

You gasped, your hips lifting again. “Ohhh… you’re… hnng… you’re so big…”

He retreated, pulling his cock back, then slapping the head against your swollen cunt again. Thwap. Thwap. The sound was wet, lewd.

Your pussy was a glistening mess, your lips puffy and parted, your clit throbbing visibly.

“You want it?” he taunted. “You want this thick fucking cock splitting you open?”

“Yes! Yes, I want it… please… fuck me, Leon… ruin me…”

He pushed the head back against your entrance, applying more pressure this time. The tip began to sink into you, stretching the tight muscle.

Your breath caught, your eyes wide on his face. “It’s… it’s stretching… ahhh…” you moaned, your hands grabbing his thighs.

Leon leaned forward, his body hovering over yours. He looked down into your eyes, his gaze dominant, unyielding. “You’re gonna take every inch, sweatheart. You’re gonna swallow my whole fucking cock, and you’re gonna scream while you do it.”

He pushed harder.

The head breached, sliding into your hot, wet cunt. The shlick sound was deeper, wetter. You cried out, a sharp “Oh” as your body accepted the first intrusion. Your pussy gripped him instantly, a tight, velvety fist around the crown of his dick.

Leon groaned, the sensation exquisite. “Fuck… you’re tight, baby. So fucking tight.”

He didn’t thrust yet. He held there, letting you adjust to the sheer size of him. He watched your face, saw the pain-pleasure mix in your eyes, the desperate need. “More…” you begged, your voice thin. “Give me more…”

Leon obeyed.

He pushed forward, his thick shaft sliding deeper into you, stretching your walls wide. Your pussy made a wet, sucking sound as he invaded you. Your body trembled beneath him, your breasts shaking with each incremental advance.

He kept going, slow, relentless, until his entire length was buried inside you. He was hilt-deep, his balls pressed against your ass, your pussy stretched to its limit around his girth. He could feel your cervix, a firm, rounded barrier at the deepest part of your cunt, nudging against the tip of his cock.

You were panting, your eyes wild. “You’re so deep… oh god… you’re so deep… I feel… hnng… I feel so full…” Leon began to move. He pulled back, almost entirely out, then drove forward again, a slow, powerful thrust that buried him deep once more.

The slap of his hips against yours was a solid thwack. Your ass cheeks bounced against the bed, your breasts jolted with the impact.

“Ahhh!” you screamed, your long nails digging into his skin. He set a rhythm, slow at first, each thrust a deep, penetrating invasion. His cock slid through your slick cunt, the wet sounds obscenely loud.

Your pussy gripped him tightly each time he pulled back, then stretched wide again as he plunged forward.

“You feel that?” he grunted, his voice strained with his own pleasure. “You feel my cock fucking your brains out?”

“Yes! Yes I feel it… ohhh fuck… it’s so good…” you moaned, your head thrashing on the pillows.

He increased his pace. The thrusts became harder, faster. His hips slapped against yours with more force, making you body jolt on the bed. Your breasts bounced wildly, your nipples stiff and flushed. Your cunt was a wet, stretched mess, juices leaking around his shaft with each withdrawal.

Leon’s filthy talk poured out, a continuous stream of dominance. “Your pussy’s making such a nasty fucking sound, baby. Can you hear it? Like you’re fucking gushing for me.”

You cried, your eyes locked on his. “You’re my pretty little slut now,” he growled, pounding into your poor pussy. “This cunt belongs to me. I’m gonna fuck it until you can’t think, until you’re just a moaning, begging hole for my cock.”

“Yes! Make me your slut… please… fuck me harder… ahhh!”

He obeyed, driving into you with brutal, deep strokes. His aim was precise, each thrust targeting your deepest spot, the head of his cock battering against your cervix with a firm, persistent nudge.

Your reactions escalated. Your moans became hoarse screams, your body convulsing with each impact.

“Right there! Right there!” you shrieked, your hips bucking against him.

Leon focused on that spot, hammering against your cervix with relentless force. The pressure was intense, a deep, internal grinding that made your eyes roll back. Your pussy clenched around him in rhythmic spasms, your orgasm building again.

“You gonna come again?” he demanded, his thrusts never faltering. “You gonna cream on my cock?”

“Yeah baby” your voice shattered into a high, broken wail. Your body locked up, your cunt gripping his shaft like a vice, milking him as your second orgasm ripped through you. Juices flooded around his cock, hot and copious.

Leon kept fucking you.

He didn’t stop. He didn’t slow. He drove into you through your orgasm, extending your pleasure into overstimulation. You cried out, your sensitivity peaking into a painful ecstasy. “No… ohhh… it’s too much… ahhh!” but your hands clawed at his back, pulling him deeper.

“You can take it,” he commanded, his voice guttural. “You take every fucking thrust. You don’t get a break.”

He fucked you through the aftermath of your climax, his cock plunging into your sensitive, quivering cunt. The wet sounds were even louder now, your pussy soaked and stretched, accepting his relentless invasion.

His own climax was building, a tight coil in his balls, a heat spreading up his cock. He could feel his control slipping, the pleasure dom intensity giving way to his own raw need.

“I’m gonna fill you up,” he grunted, his thrusts becoming harder, more erratic. “I’m gonna pump my fucking cum deep into your cunt, sweetheart. You want that?”

“Yes!” you begged, your eyes glazed. “Cum in me… fill me up… please…”

He drove into you one last time, burying himself to the hilt, his cockhead pressing firmly against your cervix. The orgasm erupted from him, a hot, violent rush. “Fuck!” he roared, his body shuddering as he emptied himself into your cunt.

You felt it. The hot, sudden gush deep inside you, filling your channel, painting your walls. You moaned, a long, drawn-out “Ohhhh…” as the sensation washed over you.

Leon didn’t pull out.

He stayed buried, his cock still pulsing inside you, releasing the last of his cum. He collapsed forward slightly, his weight pressing you into the bed, his mouth near your ear. “You feel that?” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “You feel my cum filling your fucking womb?”

You nodded, breathless. He stayed there, connected, his cock slowly softening inside your soaked, stretched cunt. The intimacy was overwhelming, the skin-to-skin contact, the shared heat, the mixed fluids.

After a moment, he shifted, pulling back slightly. His cock, now slick with your combined wetness, slid partway out. You gasped at the sensation, your pussy clenching around the retreating shaft.

Leon looked down at your face. Your eyes were half-closed, your lips parted, your expression dazed and utterly satisfied.

“That,” you breathed, your voice a soft, awed whisper, “was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.”

He was also blunt, cold, and occasionally a reason high your blood pressure has so high. He had a talent for walking into a room and making everyone feel like they’d done something wrong, even when they hadn’t. He didn’t sugarcoat, didn’t joke around during office hours, didn’t do anything remotely fun.

And unfortunately, he was your boss, so you were stuck dealing with his bullshit every day of the week.

So when you saw him walk back into the station floor after a particularly long day and the tight set of his shoulders, you knew everyone would be hearing from him. You watched the clipped way he spoke to another agent, a stormy expression glued onto his face that practically screamed ‘my mission went terribly’.

Today was just one of those days where everyone avoided him like he was a living grenade and he actually like he wasn’t looming over peoples’ shoulders.

You exhaled slowly, bracing yourself as he turned towards his office eyes locking onto you like he already knew exactly where to look.

Great.

Perfect.

Exactly what you needed.

Leon Kennedy, freshly returned, irritated, and stalking toward you like some lion on a mission. He approached you with quick strides, expression unreadable as he didn’t bother stopping in front of you. “You. My office. Now.”

You froze for half a second by your cubicle, clutching your tablet to your chest before following after him as he stormed into his office. He didn’t look up, didn’t bother to check if you were following him because he already knew that you were. He pushed the office door open, taking angry steps towards his desk. You lingered by the safety of the door, slowly closing it before approaching him with hesitant strides.

“Did everything go okay?” You asked softly, testing out the waters of how angry he was today. His eyes snapped up to you, staring at you silently before briefly glancing over to the leather chair on the other side of the desk. You slowly plop down on the edge of the seat, nervously fixing your skirt as you set your tablet down on your lap.

He grabbed a file from the drawer of his desk, tossing it on the table. The papers inside the manila folder slide out onto the dark wood of the table in a messy fan. “Explain this.”

You glanced down at the papers, blinking up at him in confusion. “It’s a…report?” You asked slowly only to which he let out a short sigh.

“I know what it is,” he ran a hand through his hair, opening the folder so the rest of the papers were readable. “Explain to me why this was sent back. The report. The timestamps. The inconsistencies. Pick one. Help me understand.”

You stared at him, momentarily glancing down at the papers before scooting forward in your seat. “I’m uh not sure, sir. I didn’t write the report. Agent Ric—”

“I know who wrote it,” he cut in sharply, leaning his arms against the edge of the desk. “But you’re the one who’s supposed to catch this shit before it hits my desk.”

You hesitated, avoiding his gaze as you quickly read through the files. You’re unsure what to say. If you apologized he’d probably just get on your ass about you not doing your job, but if you pointed out the obvious mistakes then he’d bitch and complain about how you could see them. He impatiently tapped his fingers against the wood of the desk, eyes staring into your soul.

“Look at me.”

You slowly blinked up at him, chewing on the inside of your cheek. He could see the debate in your eyes, letting out a small sigh before grabbing the folder from the table. He leans back into his chair, tilting his head slightly as he tapped the palm of his hand against the armrest. “You’re staying late and you’re fixing it.”

Your jaw dropped in disbelief, eyebrows raising as you quickly rested a hand on your chest. “Me? But I didn’t write that.”

“You’re staying, and that’s that.” He gave you a pity shrug, waving you out the office as he tucked the papers into the folder. “Hope you don’t have any plans.”

You frowned, letting out a light exhale as you pushed off the chair. You tucked your tablet between your arms, making your way towards the office door. Leon’s eyes quickly glance up at your backside while you make your way out the office, looking out the office windows as you give him a final look.

You’re gonna need about two pots of coffee and an ibuprofen to help you get through your shift. And the patience of an elementary school teacher.

You were halfway through sorting the mess of reports when the door of Leon’s office swings open. Everyone looks up as Agent Morris steps out, holding a tablet out towards Leon like a peace offering. Leon backs the shorter male out of the privacy of his office, cold eyes glued onto the agent.

“Sir, I don’t understand. I did what you—”

Leon didn’t even let him finish. “No,” he snapped, voice cutting through the room like a blade. “Fix it.”

Morris froze, looking around for some sort of support but everyone else looks away, suddenly all too focused on their own problems. “I just— I’m sor—”

“Stop speaking,” Leon interjected again. “Don’t come in here again until it’s perfect.”

The poor guy looked like he wanted to melt into the floor. You’d seen Leon irritated before, but this was different, like he was barely holding himself together.

Morris tried again. “Sir, I can fix—”

The door slams shut as Leon retreats back into his office, awkward silence following after the public embarrassment. You scratched the back of your neck, hesitating for a moment before carefully approaching Morris.

“Hey, it’s okay. I can help you if you want?” Morris stares down at the tablet, looking up at you before shaking his head.

“No, he’s right. I’m such a fucking idiot.” You open your mouth to try to reassure him but Morris is already moving to sulk silently at his desk. You frown slightly, lingering by the office door before making your way towards your desk.

The small stack of broken reports Leon gave you were narrowed down to a measly two. You were almost done, and your shift wasn’t anywhere near close to ending. You tapped your fingers on your desk, looking over at Leon’s office before looking down at your computer. Even if you had finished, you knew he’d purposefully go out of his way to make your night longer.

The room felt bigger once Leon left. You gathered the scattered reports into a single stack, letting out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding.

Somewhere down the hall, a door shut, then more silence. Just the quick clacking of computers and the nervous coughs of workers choking on their own anxiety.

You pulled the second to last file toward you, flipping through the pages. Wrong timestamps. Missing signatures. Half‑finished statements. Could nobody write an accurate report?

You rubbed your temples. “Love this for me.”

You started sorting— separating what could be salvaged from what needed to be rewritten entirely. Your pen scratched across the paper, your tablet chiming as you cross‑checked data.

Every now and then, you heard movement from Leon’s office— the low thud of a drawer closing, the faint scrape of his chair. He was wound tight, still very much in that mood.

But he didn’t come out. And part of you was too scared to check in on him.

You were deep into the last report when you felt a strange, prickling awareness that someone was behind you. You didn’t hear footsteps. You didn’t hear the door or the scatter of remaining agents as they ducked out of the way.

But the air shifted.

You looked up slowly.

Leon was standing in the doorway, leaning one shoulder against the frame with his arms crossed. He hadn’t said a word. Hadn’t cleared his throat. Hadn’t let his presence be known. He just stood there, watching you finish the last bit he assigned you.

“I’m almost done.” You reassured, looking down at the report and lifting it up in his general line of sight.

He didn’t answer you.

You awkwardly nodded to yourself, slowly turning to stare down at your hands and not at the heavy gaze of his eyes on you. “Check Morris’.”

You blinked slowly at your pen, pressing your lips together before turning to look up at Leon again. You gave him a small smile and a quick nod. “Yes sir.”

He stared at you for another long silent moment before humming at your response. He raised his eyebrows slightly before turning to disappear into his office again.

You stared at the back of his head until the door closed behind him before wrapping a hand around your neck. You let out an annoyed, strangled breath before pushing up out your seat. This was bordering on ridiculous.

When did you become the designated proofreader around here?

By the time you had finished helping Morris, Leon continued to pack more and more on you. It went from fixing other agents’ reports to checking surveillance footage to running background checks. Then it went from background checks to sorting field samples to sorting evidence logs to prepping gear inventory to unnecessarily cross checking intel from multiple departments.

Suffering, suffering and more suffering. Six hours of moving back and forth and hunching over in your desk until your mind meshed into a puddle of overstimulated goo. Leon hadn’t come to check in on you in the last thirty minutes, which was somewhat helpful because the eery silence of the office comforted the sharp pain behind your eyes.

You stacked the last corrected report on top of the pile and exhaled, rubbing the stiffness from your neck. The operations room was empty now, the clock on the wall ticking silently as you pushed your chair back. You were happy Leon was still holed up in his office, probably making another agent miserable as he types away on his computer complaining about whatever it was that upset him this time.

You gathered the neat pile of files from your desk, tucking them against your chest as you made your way down the short walk to his office. The dim lighting of the office poured out from the small gap under the door, it was quiet inside, but not enough to hear the faint scrape of a chair and the uneven rhythm of someone breathing harder than they should.

You hesitated, fixing the stack as you knocked lightly against the door carefully pushing it open with a tense hand. The office window blinds were drawn halfway, dark expanse of city and distant building lights seeping into the room as you stepped in. Leon was behind his desk, one hand braced against the inside of his thigh.

His breathing was shallow, chest heaving up and down as he quickly looked up at you. Your eyes slowly shifted down to the sight of his other hand wrapped tightly around his exposed cock, veins wrapping around the underside and leading towards the reddish-purple leaking tip. You practically squealed in surprise, dropping the files on the floor in a long fan as your hands snapped up to cover your eyes like you were the one in the wrong and not your hot, older boss who was jerking off knowing you were still in the building.

“Oh, god im so sorry!”

He let out a breathy chuckle, chair creaking slightly as you took large, speedy steps backwards. “You finished everything I gave you?”

“Uhm, yes.” Your hands are still (partially) covering your eyes, peeking through the gaps of your fingers to avoid bumping into a wall.

“Good, bring the files here.” You halt mid step, heels screeching against the tiled floor as you quickly shake your head.

“Oh, no that’s okay— I think I should just come back when you’re… not tied up.”

“Bring the files here.” He repeats shortly. You sigh shakily to yourself, slowly removing your hands over your eyes. You stare down at the floor, slowly inching back to the pile of files you dropped. You took a peek glance up at him, eyes darting to him fisting his cock with no embarrassment whatsoever.

You could feel the burn of his eyes on you as you crouched down to scoop the files, sloppily tapping them together. You quickly rushed towards the desk, avoiding his gaze as you set the files on the table.

“In my hand.” You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath as you slowly grabbed the pile.

“I don’t think I should.”

“Put the files in my hand.”

He extended the hand on his thigh out to you, the hand around his cock momentarily stopping as you stepped closer to him. You extended the stack to him as he gave you a small, smug grin. You took a blink down towards his hands, eyes darting from his right hand as he grabbed the papers from you then further down to his left hand. His cock jumped in his grip, a glossy drop of pre slipping from the slit.

“Staring’s a bit rude, don’t you think?”

At his question, your attention quickly snapped up to his face, warmth rushing through your body. “Right. I’m sorry, I’ll go.”

You’re more than halfway towards the door when he lets out a soft groan. You hate how through the awkwardness of it all, you can feel the heat pooling in your gut. You look over at the windows, catching how he was very obviously watching you leave.

“Or you could stay.”

You’re a little too quick to hesitate by the door, hand hovering by the door handle before turning slightly to face him. He notices, letting out a little snicker. “Huh?”

“You could stay.”

You tap your heel against the floor, glancing between two different means of salvation. “Why? So we’d like— fuck or something?” The question slips out without you realizing. Leon raises an eyebrow at your forwardness, giving the base of his cock a firm squeeze.

“Or you could just watch me. No worries.”

You wipe your hands over your skirt, nibbling on your bottom lip as you (not so) hesitantly make your way back to the desk. “Will I get in trouble?”

His eyes follow your every movement, pushing off the chair and giving his hard cock a quick shove back into his pants. “For what?”

“Sleeping with you?” He sucks in a slow breath, as if the thought itself had him about ready to combust. He rubs his knuckles along the stubble on his jaw, pointing for you to sit on the desk in front of him.

“Not if anyone finds out.” You quietly shuffle towards the edge of the table, hopping up on the cold wood before nudging the papers back to give you some more room.

“But what if they do?” He approaches you quietly, nudging your thighs apart to place himself in between your spread legs.

“Do you plan on telling people that I fucked you?” You quickly shake your head, nervously watching as he oh so gently rolled your tight skirt up until the fabric awkwardly bunched around your hips. “Good. Could always just tell people that you came onto me.”

Your eyes widened at the way he so casually said it. “Wa— sorry, what?” He just gives you a slow smile, glancing down at your exposed panties before humming softly.

“Cute.” He hooks a finger under the red waistband, pulling back and letting it snap against your skin. His fingers slide down in between your thighs, thumb pressing against the rapidly damp patch. “And you’re already this wet? You’re practically throwing yourself at me.”

You watch him with a heavy gasp as he presses the pad of his finger up towards your clit, just hard enough that he could feel the faint throb through the fabric. “B-but I’m not.”

He looked up at you with a bored expression, rubbing slow circles against your clit, feeling the arousal seeping through the fabric and dampening his thumb. “No you’re not wet, or no you’re not throwing yourself at me?” He pulls his finger away from your underwear, examining the slight sheer glisten of your arousal. “Cause you were the one who mentioned having sex… and looks like you really need it.”

You frown slightly, hesitant to say anything. He wraps a hand around the side of your neck, giving you a grin as he inches you to lay down on your back. You shift against the coldness of the desk, blinking up at him as he nudged his pants back down to free his cock. “Oh, c’mon. Don’t give me that look,” he rests his hand on your jaw, giving you a quick little pat before squishing your cheeks. “I’m only joking.”

Your hum comes out a bit muffled at the squeeze of his fingers, letting out a little yelp as his hand moves down to tug you closer to him. He moves your underwear to the side, guiding your legs around his hips. Your hips jerk forward as he guides the head of his cock along your slit.

His fingers dig into your hips, forcing you still as he nudges the thickness of his tip against your entrance. Your pussy clenches around the slight probe, his hand inching up to rest on the curve of your waist as he slides in with ease thanks to the slick gathering. You grunt at the sudden tightness, your pussy stretching around him.

He grabbed the underside of your knee, pushing it up further against his hip, his eyes dropping to where your bodies joined. His cock twitched inside you, letting out a slight hiss before thrusting again. Harder.

Your body jolted with the quick stroke, hands scrambling for some balance as he continues to buck into you with short, blunt snaps. “Fuck, look at you,” he groans, squeezing your waist gently. “Taking every inch like a good little thing.”

You’re unable to respond, each stroke of his hips forced out another whiny gasp. He lets out a strained laugh at the look on your face, papers crumpling beside you as each thrust makes you slide up against the hard surface of the table. Your eyebrows furrow together in pleasure, thighs aching as he lightly pulls you towards him to match the strides of his hips.

“S-slow down a bit, Leon.” He wraps his hand around your mouth, quickly shutting you up as he stares down at the sight of your pussy creaming a thick ring around him.

“But you’re taking me so well.” He changes the rhythm, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. Each thrust makes your hips rock against him, your body moving with his. Discomfort burns into your lower back as he stretches you out around him, lower half burning at the position your legs were in.

He moves his hand away from your mouth, sliding his hand down your button shirt and pressing firmly against your stomach. “Who owns this pretty little cunt?”

Your eyes flutter closed, pleasure building through the pain and force of his movements. “You.” You manage to stammer out, voice breathless.

“Sorry what was that? What’s my name?” He leans forward, rolling his hips in a slow circle, the length of his cock dragging against your walls.

“L-Leon.” He pressed his thumb firmly against your clit, giving it a firm pinch to force a little squeal from you.

“Sir, I’m sorry.” You babbled breathlessly, pussy clenching around him as you slowly started to approach your orgasm.

He rubs a slow circle against your clit, drawing out a shaky moan from you. “Such a good girl. Letting your boss fuck you in his office like some cheap whore.” He watches you with dark, hungry eyes, taking in the way your body responds to his touch.

Your eyes fluttered closed, head tilting back on top of a crumpled paper. “Hey, hey. Look at me when I'm inside you,” he grips your jaw, giving your head a little shake to regain your attention. When you meet his gaze, he smirks. “Fuck, you look gorgeous.”

His other hand slides up your thigh, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he bucks into you one final time, balls pressing against the groove of your ass. His body tenses, as he props one hand beside your hip, leaning forward as his cock throbbed and twitched inside you. Warm pulses of cum flood your inner walls, thick spurts of his seed leaving him as he breathes heavily.

“Shittt.” He groans softly, hips spasming slightly as the last spurts pump into you.

His hands are shaking slightly as he holds himself inside you, taking a moment to catch his breath. When he finally pulls out, you feel the cool air hit your sensitive flesh, slick nut slowly seeping out of your fluttering pussy. He steps back, adjusting his clothes as you watch him with furrowed eyebrows. You slowly prop yourself up on your elbows, feeling the unfamiliar weight of his release inside you as you took deep, shaky breaths.

“But… I didn’t come.” You mumbled slightly, watching him as he peeked up from his belt, giving you a once over.

“Oh, you didn’t? Sorry.” He echoed back sarcastically with fake concern, buttoning his pants. You watched him with clear annoyance, rolling your eyes as you pushed off the table.

He watches you pull your skirt down over your ass, the fabric settling around your thighs as you fumble with your outfit. There's a moment of silence as he looks at you, taking in your disheveled state. You can feel the leak of him in your underwear, stumbling slightly on your heels.

An uncomfortable silence fills the office, room reeking of sex and anger. He turns back to his desk, already dismissing you from his mind as he cleans the mess of papers. The silent dismissal stings, but you take the obvious hint and make your way to the door.

Leon locks eyes with yours, his lips stretching out in a grin and he pulls the trigger. You cry out at the top of your lungs — but nothing happens. You honestly don’t know what you expected. You just feel this primal, animalistic fear that completely ignores everything rational.

“You didn’t think I’m that crazy, did you? That was so rude, baby,” Leon juts his lips, the tip of the gun trailing down to your nose bridge, eventually stopping by your lips. “C’mon, be nice. Need to get two of my favourite ladies acquainted. Say hi, gorgeous,” he nudges your pursed lips with the muzzle.

“Hi,” you croak out, barely parting your mouth but that’s enough for Leon.

He forces the gunpoint in the wet, hot cavern of your mouth and you moan around it in surprise. So metallic, so sickeningly cool to the touch, so fucking perverted.

“Don’t worry, I clean her up well,” Leon reassures you. “I take good care of my girls. You know me.”

Oh yeah. You knew it all along. There was no way that this man could be sane. But if he had his PTSD and depression and whatever else shitton of disorders he got to blame, you can’t do the same. A civilian who hasn’t even touched a rifle before meeting Leon. Just a sick bitch, apparently.

Your lips stretch tight around the tip of the gun and you flick your tongue out hesitantly to taste it. Leon notices your pink flesh of muscle twirl around it and hums appreciatively, “Atta girl. That’s it, good job. Work that mouth. Just as if it was my cock, yeah? Yeah, you love that cock. You’re a noble cock–sucker, isn’t that right? Always sucking until your jaw aches.”

You should probably feel humiliated, but you feel proud. And even though you can’t bring yourself to pretend that it’s Leon’s dick — because Leon’s dick is so unmistakable, so tasty, so his — you try to pretend that you actually need to make this barrel come, no matter how ridiculous that sounds. Deep down you know that if you suck it good enough Leon’s probably gonna be the one who ends up coming for real.

So you hollow your cheeks within the limit, flattening your tongue and sucking in more of the gun. You look up at Leon from under your lashes, no doubt looking like a PornHub freeze–frame.

“Holy fuck,” Leon groans out loud, closing his eyes. “That’s so fucking wrong. Think you can swallow it whole, huh? You’re crazier than me for actually doing all that.”

“I love it,” you try moaning out around the pistol but it comes out lowkey muffled, obscene and depraved.

He lets out another low sound before harshly yanking the gun out of your mouth, your lips letting it loose with a popping sound. “I’m gonna show you crazy, then,” Leon grits out.

Unzips the fly of his jeans, enough to expose the waistband of his boxers that confine his rock–hard erection, which you hadn’t even noticed before, too busy sucking on the gun. Then Leon tucks the handle of his pistol between his underwear and pants, zipping up until just the muzzle peeks out. Your eyes widen and you can practically feel how your tight hole drools, clearly on board with the idea.

Leon gently grips your neck, tugging you closer to his crotch as he rasps in a baritone, voice hoarse with arousal, “If you won’t open wide, you’re gonna get your teeth knocked the fuck out. As soon as you feel like that shit is too much, you’re banging your fists on my thighs, yeah? And shoving me the hell off.”

You nod eagerly, feeling your brain turn into a mush. You can’t believe that you’re about to do what you’re about to do. That’s something you wouldn’t even share with your best friend, getting your face fucked with a gun. On the other hand, lucky you.

Leon’s palm tangles in your messy hair, gathering the strands up in a makeshift ponytail, “Ready when you are.”

You don’t answer: just wrap your lips around the pistol once again, already grown used to the texture, taste and feel of it. You relax your throat right away, feeling relatively calm despite the whole wildness of the act. Leon doesn’t move an inch, his hazy eyes taking you in. You tilt your head a bit to change the angle, making the tip of the gun nudge the inside of your cheek.

You catch the very moment when Leon stops putting any effort in trying to behave himself.

He cups the back of your head with unsteady hands to keep you in place and starts moving his hips slowly, in and out. The muzzle catches on your teeth accidentally one time, and that’s enough to remind you to keep your mouth open wide. You part your lips as much as you can, giving Leon enough room to work with. And he takes advantage of that.

He speeds up, hitting a little deeper so you feel the metallic tip worry your uvula. You gag when you feel it for the first time but don’t try to stop him. All the while, Leon’s eyes are glued to his face and he gets off on the view alone. He actually feels like you’re sucking on his cock and not on the gun, he can almost feel the way your throat constricts around his dick, can almost sense your twitching uvula.

Leon moans at the way you suck on the pistol obediently and diligently; the gusset of your panties is soaked through, clinging to the rotund lips of your pussy. He yanks up your oversized shirt so it doesn’t block the view, his gaze dropping down to your wet cunt outlined by drenched fabric. Without thinking, Leon presses his boot into your vagina. You gasp at the sensation, hard shoe feeling so unexpectedly good against your aching core.

“Don’t be shy, baby. Rub on it,” Leon all but whispers, his voice pure velvet. “Can’t feel any more degraded anyway, can you?”

He’s right. So you turn all your inhibitions off, swerving your hips forward to hump his shoes. Leon still works his own hips, slowly but purposefully drilling the muzzle into your throat with an occasional grunt or two. You squeeze your eyes shut making sure to keep your mouth open wide even though your jaw already feels slack, and grind against his boot, leaving a moist spot on the toe of the shoe.

Leon looks down and lets out something between a growl and a moan. He didn’t think you’d actually get so wet. And the fact that you’re as turned on, that’s what gets him off better than the play itself.

“Look at me,” he hastens. “Keep those eyes on me.”

You do as he says, looking up at him again. Your lashes are wet — you barely even noticed that you’ve shedded a few tears. But Leon notices right away.

“Fucking hell. You like that, huh? You really like that? You’re twisted like that?”

You nod.

“Yeah? How that feels, blowing a goddamn gun? You just really do anything I say, it seems. What if I’m sick in the head? What if I spit in your mouth?”

You don’t know if that’s supposed to make you feel repulsed, but you just shrug, still riding his boot leisurely.

Leon lets out a sardonic laugh, his own head spinning. “Then say ‘ah’.”

He harshly tugs the barrel out of your mouth and the butt out of his pants, your jaw twitching from exertion. But you keep your mouth open like you promised.

Leon leans down to your level, something hot and dangerous glinting in his icy blue eyes. Then, not giving you any warning, he spits right in your waiting cavity.

You don’t wince or flinch or jerk, like he expects. You stick your tongue out a bit before it lands, and Leon swears he can see the exact moment when his own saliva mixes with yours.

Then you close your mouth, and Leon’s gaze zeroes out on the way your throat works as you swallow it down your gullet.

And, God help him, something inside of him bursts.

Leon’s gaze glues to you, his hips falter and his grip on you tightening. You look back at him, confused. But before you can ask him what’s going on, he lets out a low grunt and his eyes flutter shut.

With a hushed moan of your name, his whole body jerks forward as he thrusts up into the air.

You don’t even need to see anything to know unmistakably that he had just come right in his pants. Your throat feels sore and everything is just so filthy and weird, but you can’t stop yourself from moaning out loud just at the thought.

Leon doesn’t take more than thirty seconds to recover from his orgasm before he messily kicks his jeans off, not minding the fact that there’s a huge wet patch on his boxers. He shimmies out of them rashly, wrinkling his nose at the sensation of sticky, gross sperm worrying his overheated skin.

If it was up to you, you’d wring his underwear to squeeze every single drop of cum out of it and lap it up. But that’d probably be too crazy, even for Leon.

Leon’s cock doesn’t look like any ejaculation happened within twenty–four hours; you couldn’t even tell if it wasn’t for the droplets of pearly white seed that still clang to the head, along with a few smears on the shaft. Because it’s stony, flushed and very ready to go again and again and again — no blue pill needed.

You stare at his dick mesmerized and completely miss the moment when the gun gets back in his hands. You only realize that when you feel its wet, drooly tip press against your temple.

Leon looks down at you, face still flushed from climax, “Get on the bed and spread your cunt as wide as you can.”

Your body obeys his order before your mind even processes it. You crawl onto the bed, situating yourself on your back and part your legs, quickly freeing yourself from the soggy panties. You think to drop them onto the floor, but Leon grasps them from your grip and wraps the fabric around the pistol. Then, meticulously yet casually, he uses your drenched underwear to wipe the muzzle.

“Next time you wanna do it, we should stock up on condoms. That cock is always gonna be raw inside of you, but I think they’d come in handy for a gun.”

Your breath hitches in your throat. Is he seriously about to…

“W-what do you mean? Are you saying…”

“I’m not saying anything,” Leon’s eyes bore into yours. “I’m gonna fuck you with this hot stuff. Your poor pussy’s all lonely, hasn’t ever met anything but fingers and cock. Don’t be so selfish. She’ll like it.”

You inhale and forget how to exhale. Fucking your mouth is one thing, but fucking your cunt with a gun… it’s not that big, but still… that’s fucking insane.

Leon notices your flabbergasted expression and moves onto the bed, then raising his hands to cup your face, “If you’re so worried, then my cock can join. She’s familiar with it. Then… this baby girl will just sneak in. You won’t even notice.”

Your heart skips a few beats, every word of his sounds more and more wicked. You’re not even scared. You’re just… too woke. As if… that’s something so forbidden and it’s wrong to like it, so you just try to tame yourself and gaslight yourself into being disgusted. When in reality, you’re anything but.

Leon goes on, noting your inner turmoil. He’s not too pushy, not overstepping — he just reads you like an open book. He knows you just need some more encouragement to accept that you’re, in fact, kinky. “That’s right, gorgeous. Have you ever wondered how good that pussy can stretch? I bet she’d take two dicks easily. But like hell there’d ever be any dick inside of her that is not mine. Let’s test her, baby.”

You bite your lip but eventually, you nod before even giving everything a good thought. After all… the gun doesn’t seem too wide. And technically… if you’re supposed to push a goddamn baby out of this hole, it can… stretch good..? You have no idea what that's even gonna feel like, but you think you’ll manage. It can’t be that bad. Yeah, Leon’s thick but… c’mon. It’s gonna be okay.

When Leon places the gun on the bed beside his thigh and grasps his cock to lube it up generously, squeezing half of the bottle you feel like changing your mind though. If that gun made your jaw ache, that’s gonna be something else in the pussy. But it’s not like you can let Leon know that you’re a little bit nervous. You want your cunt to fit everything in. To just impress Leon.

Nothing can be worse than anal, at the end of the day. And you’re not just saying it.

Leon keeps spreading lubrication over his cock, sound wet and familiar, making your bare cunt squeeze around air. You still hold your pussy lips spread wide with your thumbs, seeing the way your clit twitches and peeks out of its hood. You can’t see your hole quite well in this position but that’s even better. You don’t need to see it to know that it’s too small to endure what’s about to come. Still, you’re willing to try. Leon takes some more time to coat the pistol with the lube as well, and that makes everything so very real that your heart and cunt both clench again. 

“You’re a real trooper, baby. Such a brave girl,” he coos as he aligns the swollen tip with your fluttering opening. Your hole clenches, spitting out transparent wetness directly onto the head of his cock. Leon licks his lips at the sight, gripping your thighs lovingly as he nudges forward.

Leon watches the way your opening makes way for him, hugging the pudgy head and eagerly stretching to welcome him in. A primal satisfaction flickers in his eyes spurring him on.

He feeds your pussy another inch, then another and another. Your fists tangle in the sheets. No matter how many times you take him like a champ, it always feels so… overwhelming. He feels like a goddamn pole and you thank God that his cock is exactly the way it is, not any bigger or smaller.

“Atta cunt. Such a greedy one, though. Just gobbles up whatever I ask her to. You should teach her manners, gorgeous. Can’t let her be so promiscuous,” Leon pants, his thumb unexpectedly moving to flick your clit. “C’mon, waterworks. Need you slippery.”

You buck your hips; Leon’s finger rubs you just right. He knows you like no other, even better than you know yourself. You barely can get yourself off while he always does, no exceptions.

His thumb draws figure eights on your perky nub, enough to tease and bring you that sweet, torturous pleasure. His cock is still inside of you, Leon’s focus completely on your bud. You don’t even notice the way you grow wetter just like he wanted. When you look down, you see that he’s already hilted, sack slotted right against your chubby cunt. The friction was so deliciously smooth you didn’t even feel much of it.

“You feel so good,” you squeeze out just to let him know how perfect he makes you feel.

He sets your clit free, moving his thumb to spread your pussy wider around his cock. You look down and while you can’t see much, you can see for sure that there’s no space for anything else. Your cunt clenches at the realization.

The corners of Leon’s mouth twitch upwards, “Oh, it’s gonna get only better.”

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, y’know?” 

You hurry to reassure Leon that you do want it anyway—

“But I know you want it. So buckle up.”

You squeeze your eyes shut. The view is the most painful part. Obscene, too. You would’ve never thought you’d ever put yourself in such a predicament. But here you fucking go.

You hear don’t see the way Leon lubes the pistol one more time just to make sure everything goes smoothly in every way possible. You feel don’t see the way Leon’s thumb smears the same lube around your entrance, still stretched tight around his dick.

You sense don’t see the way something sticky, cold and rigid catches on your opening. You gasp not from pain but from the realization. Leon’s thumbs keep you spread wide still as he slowly, steadily pushes the tip of the gun inside of you. It goes in way more easier than any of you expected. Still, you whimper never feeling stretched so wide before. It’s not very painful. You just feel stuffed to the brim.

“Open your eyes, baby. Look down and watch how your pussy does hell of a job,” Leon husks out, barely holding back a moan, both from the way he feels something sliding in alongside with his cock and from the visual.

You exhale and finally open your eyes. You see a concentrated look on Leon’s face, both concern and lust written in his eyes. You shift your gaze to your pussy and immediately squeeze your eyes back shut right away.

There’s actually a good inch of the gun buried inside of your cunt. That’s when you swear you feel some discomfort that surprisingly goes away as soon as you close your eyes. Talk about placebo.

“Fuck, you’re incredible,” Leon rasps. His fingers move away from your folds as your cunt finally wraps around the muzzle. “That’s… oh fucking hell. You’re too snug.”

You cry out, feeling Leon’s cock move inside of you hesitantly. He moans as his own dick feels that little part of the pistol buried inside of you. That must feel as new for him as it is for you.

“Baby… God. Thank you. Thank you for being such a pervert,” he gently tries to move the gun together with his cock and you whimper, feeling two things fluttering inside of you at once. 

You relax as you notice that he doesn’t try to push the pistol any deeper. It’s definitely not that bad. It could be bad if he attempted to make your cunt swallow the whole thing, but now? Now you feel kinda fine. And definitely proud of yourself. Of your pussy.

You carefully move your hips forward, making Leon groan.

“For fuck’s sake,” he growls out and pushes you down flat at the bed in one swift movement.

Leon pulls his cock out harshly, making you yelp. He kneels between your thighs and grips the handle of the gun while the tip is still nestled within your walls.

Then he starts moving it in and out, speeding with every thrust.

You gasp and pant and moan, at this point not even caring what’s fucking you. Your brain is too hazy to function. You just feel this thick, cool thing sliding in, sliding out, sliding in, sliding out—

“Would that be enough to make you come, huh? You don’t even care what your cunt munches on, huh?” He slaps your folds lightly and you squeak, clenching around the gun. Leon’s lips twitch in a predatory smile, “Oh, you liked that. I know you’re suffocating the poor thing now. So fucking nasty.”

“Maybe I am nasty,” you manage, half–moaning the words.

Leon locks eyes with yours, his mouth still curved upwards. “You’re not. You’re just being such a sweet slut for me.”

The wave finally crashes down.

You could do a dozen of different things. You could try to be prickly about it and say that you’re not. You could bite your lip and say ‘yes Daddy’. You could spit right in his face.

Instead, you just come around the Glock. Your muscles clamp down harshly, squeezing the life out of the pistol as your spine dips involuntarily.

Leon watches you with a heated gaze but not like you’d care about it. He would never guess that could make you come.

But fuck, you haven’t orgasmed prettier than that ever before.

Leon’s free hand flies to grip his cock, his fist a blur as he jerks himself off. His own head throws back as he groans and grunts and moans, “Fuck, no, every drop goes inside of you.”

You still feel out of it from your climax when Leon aligns the head of his cock with your hole still stretched wide around the muzzle, and your pussy accepts just the tip of it. Leon’s hips buck up involuntarily and you squeak as you’re forced to take a little more of his cock along with the gun still resting inside of you.

The next moment he whimpers your name as a warning before he lets go of his dick and comes right inside of you.

You gasp, looking down. He fits in just enough to not let any drop of his jizz land outside of your overstuffed pussy. It’s too quick to even give you time to process because next thing you know, Leon’s pulling out.

You two see the way excess seed oozes out of your hole straight onto the gun and you swear you see Leon’s softening cock twitch. By any means, that’s the most perverted thing any of you have ever done.

Leon blinks a few times, his gaze still glued to the gun that’s, for God’s sake, still inside of you, and then he lets out a hysterical laugh.

“Fuck me,” he croaks out, voice still hoarse from orgasm. “This… that’s… nobody ever hearing about this, ‘kay? I… God, baby, that’s my work gun.”

You choke on your saliva. “What?”

Leon grins up at you, not looking sorry at all. “I mean… I didn’t think I’d get my spunk on it. That’s kinda… not… nice, yeah.”

“So that’s all that worries you?” you squeak out indignantly. “Not the fact that it’s been inside of my mouth and, Jesus Christ, my vagina too?”

His smirk doesn’t falter. “Well… it’s new. Gotta initiate it, right? It’s not even complete, though. Hasn’t tried your shithole yet.”

“Leon! Gross! That’s too much!” You swat at his chest.

“That’s what she said,” he retorts with a Cheshire cat smile.

“Get this thing out of me, for God’s sake! Ew!” You wriggle, realizing that the pistol is still pretty much inside of you, smeared with cum.

Leon snorts, moving to scoop the remaining sperm with his finger to push it further into your hole before easing the gun out of you. “Didn’t see you complaining when you came around it, though.”

“Oh, I’m not the only one who did, you know,” you clench your teeth as your cunt is finally left alone, and suddenly you feel it all: the soreness, the absurdity of the situation and… satisfaction.

“I’m gonna pay you back, Leon,” you suddenly say with utter seriousness. “You won’t even expect it. But you know I will. You just wait.”

Leon’s facial expression remains neutral. His limp cock, though, jerks at your declaration. 

“Okay,” he finally utters calmly. “Tickle me pink all you want, gorgeous.”

You exhale, wincing as the weariness of your pussy makes itself known. Tomorrow's probably gonna be hell.

But when you think about the eventual payback you have in mind, you can’t help but grin like a halfwit. You just need to wait for the right moment. And until you can walk properly again, for Christ’s sake. 

All in good time.

Leon locks eyes with yours, his lips stretching out in a grin and he pulls the trigger. You cry out at the top of your lungs — but nothing happens. You honestly don’t know what you expected. You just feel this primal, animalistic fear that completely ignores everything rational.

“You didn’t think I’m that crazy, did you? That was so rude, baby,” Leon juts his lips, the tip of the gun trailing down to your nose bridge, eventually stopping by your lips. “C’mon, be nice. Need to get two of my favourite ladies acquainted. Say hi, gorgeous,” he nudges your pursed lips with the muzzle.

“Hi,” you croak out, barely parting your mouth but that’s enough for Leon.

He forces the gunpoint in the wet, hot cavern of your mouth and you moan around it in surprise. So metallic, so sickeningly cool to the touch, so fucking perverted.

“Don’t worry, I clean her up well,” Leon reassures you. “I take good care of my girls. You know me.”

Oh yeah. You knew it all along. There was no way that this man could be sane. But if he had his PTSD and depression and whatever else shitton of disorders he got to blame, you can’t do the same. A civilian who hasn’t even touched a rifle before meeting Leon. Just a sick bitch, apparently.

Your lips stretch tight around the tip of the gun and you flick your tongue out hesitantly to taste it. Leon notices your pink flesh of muscle twirl around it and hums appreciatively, “Atta girl. That’s it, good job. Work that mouth. Just as if it was my cock, yeah? Yeah, you love that cock. You’re a noble cock–sucker, isn’t that right? Always sucking until your jaw aches.”

You should probably feel humiliated, but you feel proud. And even though you can’t bring yourself to pretend that it’s Leon’s dick — because Leon’s dick is so unmistakable, so tasty, so his — you try to pretend that you actually need to make this barrel come, no matter how ridiculous that sounds. Deep down you know that if you suck it good enough Leon’s probably gonna be the one who ends up coming for real.

So you hollow your cheeks within the limit, flattening your tongue and sucking in more of the gun. You look up at Leon from under your lashes, no doubt looking like a PornHub freeze–frame.

“Holy fuck,” Leon groans out loud, closing his eyes. “That’s so fucking wrong. Think you can swallow it whole, huh? You’re crazier than me for actually doing all that.”

“I love it,” you try moaning out around the pistol but it comes out lowkey muffled, obscene and depraved.

He lets out another low sound before harshly yanking the gun out of your mouth, your lips letting it loose with a popping sound. “I’m gonna show you crazy, then,” Leon grits out.

Unzips the fly of his jeans, enough to expose the waistband of his boxers that confine his rock–hard erection, which you hadn’t even noticed before, too busy sucking on the gun. Then Leon tucks the handle of his pistol between his underwear and pants, zipping up until just the muzzle peeks out. Your eyes widen and you can practically feel how your tight hole drools, clearly on board with the idea.

Leon gently grips your neck, tugging you closer to his crotch as he rasps in a baritone, voice hoarse with arousal, “If you won’t open wide, you’re gonna get your teeth knocked the fuck out. As soon as you feel like that shit is too much, you’re banging your fists on my thighs, yeah? And shoving me the hell off.”

You nod eagerly, feeling your brain turn into a mush. You can’t believe that you’re about to do what you’re about to do. That’s something you wouldn’t even share with your best friend, getting your face fucked with a gun. On the other hand, lucky you.

Leon’s palm tangles in your messy hair, gathering the strands up in a makeshift ponytail, “Ready when you are.”

You don’t answer: just wrap your lips around the pistol once again, already grown used to the texture, taste and feel of it. You relax your throat right away, feeling relatively calm despite the whole wildness of the act. Leon doesn’t move an inch, his hazy eyes taking you in. You tilt your head a bit to change the angle, making the tip of the gun nudge the inside of your cheek.

You catch the very moment when Leon stops putting any effort in trying to behave himself.

He cups the back of your head with unsteady hands to keep you in place and starts moving his hips slowly, in and out. The muzzle catches on your teeth accidentally one time, and that’s enough to remind you to keep your mouth open wide. You part your lips as much as you can, giving Leon enough room to work with. And he takes advantage of that.

He speeds up, hitting a little deeper so you feel the metallic tip worry your uvula. You gag when you feel it for the first time but don’t try to stop him. All the while, Leon’s eyes are glued to his face and he gets off on the view alone. He actually feels like you’re sucking on his cock and not on the gun, he can almost feel the way your throat constricts around his dick, can almost sense your twitching uvula.

Leon moans at the way you suck on the pistol obediently and diligently; the gusset of your panties is soaked through, clinging to the rotund lips of your pussy. He yanks up your oversized shirt so it doesn’t block the view, his gaze dropping down to your wet cunt outlined by drenched fabric. Without thinking, Leon presses his boot into your vagina. You gasp at the sensation, hard shoe feeling so unexpectedly good against your aching core.

“Don’t be shy, baby. Rub on it,” Leon all but whispers, his voice pure velvet. “Can’t feel any more degraded anyway, can you?”

He’s right. So you turn all your inhibitions off, swerving your hips forward to hump his shoes. Leon still works his own hips, slowly but purposefully drilling the muzzle into your throat with an occasional grunt or two. You squeeze your eyes shut making sure to keep your mouth open wide even though your jaw already feels slack, and grind against his boot, leaving a moist spot on the toe of the shoe.

Leon looks down and lets out something between a growl and a moan. He didn’t think you’d actually get so wet. And the fact that you’re as turned on, that’s what gets him off better than the play itself.

“Look at me,” he hastens. “Keep those eyes on me.”

You do as he says, looking up at him again. Your lashes are wet — you barely even noticed that you’ve shedded a few tears. But Leon notices right away.

“Fucking hell. You like that, huh? You really like that? You’re twisted like that?”

You nod.

“Yeah? How that feels, blowing a goddamn gun? You just really do anything I say, it seems. What if I’m sick in the head? What if I spit in your mouth?”

You don’t know if that’s supposed to make you feel repulsed, but you just shrug, still riding his boot leisurely.

Leon lets out a sardonic laugh, his own head spinning. “Then say ‘ah’.”

He harshly tugs the barrel out of your mouth and the butt out of his pants, your jaw twitching from exertion. But you keep your mouth open like you promised.

Leon leans down to your level, something hot and dangerous glinting in his icy blue eyes. Then, not giving you any warning, he spits right in your waiting cavity.

You don’t wince or flinch or jerk, like he expects. You stick your tongue out a bit before it lands, and Leon swears he can see the exact moment when his own saliva mixes with yours.

Then you close your mouth, and Leon’s gaze zeroes out on the way your throat works as you swallow it down your gullet.

And, God help him, something inside of him bursts.

Leon’s gaze glues to you, his hips falter and his grip on you tightening. You look back at him, confused. But before you can ask him what’s going on, he lets out a low grunt and his eyes flutter shut.

With a hushed moan of your name, his whole body jerks forward as he thrusts up into the air.

You don’t even need to see anything to know unmistakably that he had just come right in his pants. Your throat feels sore and everything is just so filthy and weird, but you can’t stop yourself from moaning out loud just at the thought.

Leon doesn’t take more than thirty seconds to recover from his orgasm before he messily kicks his jeans off, not minding the fact that there’s a huge wet patch on his boxers. He shimmies out of them rashly, wrinkling his nose at the sensation of sticky, gross sperm worrying his overheated skin.

If it was up to you, you’d wring his underwear to squeeze every single drop of cum out of it and lap it up. But that’d probably be too crazy, even for Leon.

Leon’s cock doesn’t look like any ejaculation happened within twenty–four hours; you couldn’t even tell if it wasn’t for the droplets of pearly white seed that still clang to the head, along with a few smears on the shaft. Because it’s stony, flushed and very ready to go again and again and again — no blue pill needed.

You stare at his dick mesmerized and completely miss the moment when the gun gets back in his hands. You only realize that when you feel its wet, drooly tip press against your temple.

Leon looks down at you, face still flushed from climax, “Get on the bed and spread your cunt as wide as you can.”

Your body obeys his order before your mind even processes it. You crawl onto the bed, situating yourself on your back and part your legs, quickly freeing yourself from the soggy panties. You think to drop them onto the floor, but Leon grasps them from your grip and wraps the fabric around the pistol. Then, meticulously yet casually, he uses your drenched underwear to wipe the muzzle.

“Next time you wanna do it, we should stock up on condoms. That cock is always gonna be raw inside of you, but I think they’d come in handy for a gun.”

Your breath hitches in your throat. Is he seriously about to…

“W-what do you mean? Are you saying…”

“I’m not saying anything,” Leon’s eyes bore into yours. “I’m gonna fuck you with this hot stuff. Your poor pussy’s all lonely, hasn’t ever met anything but fingers and cock. Don’t be so selfish. She’ll like it.”

You inhale and forget how to exhale. Fucking your mouth is one thing, but fucking your cunt with a gun… it’s not that big, but still… that’s fucking insane.

Leon notices your flabbergasted expression and moves onto the bed, then raising his hands to cup your face, “If you’re so worried, then my cock can join. She’s familiar with it. Then… this baby girl will just sneak in. You won’t even notice.”

Your heart skips a few beats, every word of his sounds more and more wicked. You’re not even scared. You’re just… too woke. As if… that’s something so forbidden and it’s wrong to like it, so you just try to tame yourself and gaslight yourself into being disgusted. When in reality, you’re anything but.

Leon goes on, noting your inner turmoil. He’s not too pushy, not overstepping — he just reads you like an open book. He knows you just need some more encouragement to accept that you’re, in fact, kinky. “That’s right, gorgeous. Have you ever wondered how good that pussy can stretch? I bet she’d take two dicks easily. But like hell there’d ever be any dick inside of her that is not mine. Let’s test her, baby.”

You bite your lip but eventually, you nod before even giving everything a good thought. After all… the gun doesn’t seem too wide. And technically… if you’re supposed to push a goddamn baby out of this hole, it can… stretch good..? You have no idea what that's even gonna feel like, but you think you’ll manage. It can’t be that bad. Yeah, Leon’s thick but… c’mon. It’s gonna be okay.

When Leon places the gun on the bed beside his thigh and grasps his cock to lube it up generously, squeezing half of the bottle you feel like changing your mind though. If that gun made your jaw ache, that’s gonna be something else in the pussy. But it’s not like you can let Leon know that you’re a little bit nervous. You want your cunt to fit everything in. To just impress Leon.

Nothing can be worse than anal, at the end of the day. And you’re not just saying it.

Leon keeps spreading lubrication over his cock, sound wet and familiar, making your bare cunt squeeze around air. You still hold your pussy lips spread wide with your thumbs, seeing the way your clit twitches and peeks out of its hood. You can’t see your hole quite well in this position but that’s even better. You don’t need to see it to know that it’s too small to endure what’s about to come. Still, you’re willing to try. Leon takes some more time to coat the pistol with the lube as well, and that makes everything so very real that your heart and cunt both clench again. 

“You’re a real trooper, baby. Such a brave girl,” he coos as he aligns the swollen tip with your fluttering opening. Your hole clenches, spitting out transparent wetness directly onto the head of his cock. Leon licks his lips at the sight, gripping your thighs lovingly as he nudges forward.

Leon watches the way your opening makes way for him, hugging the pudgy head and eagerly stretching to welcome him in. A primal satisfaction flickers in his eyes spurring him on.

He feeds your pussy another inch, then another and another. Your fists tangle in the sheets. No matter how many times you take him like a champ, it always feels so… overwhelming. He feels like a goddamn pole and you thank God that his cock is exactly the way it is, not any bigger or smaller.

“Atta cunt. Such a greedy one, though. Just gobbles up whatever I ask her to. You should teach her manners, gorgeous. Can’t let her be so promiscuous,” Leon pants, his thumb unexpectedly moving to flick your clit. “C’mon, waterworks. Need you slippery.”

You buck your hips; Leon’s finger rubs you just right. He knows you like no other, even better than you know yourself. You barely can get yourself off while he always does, no exceptions.

His thumb draws figure eights on your perky nub, enough to tease and bring you that sweet, torturous pleasure. His cock is still inside of you, Leon’s focus completely on your bud. You don’t even notice the way you grow wetter just like he wanted. When you look down, you see that he’s already hilted, sack slotted right against your chubby cunt. The friction was so deliciously smooth you didn’t even feel much of it.

“You feel so good,” you squeeze out just to let him know how perfect he makes you feel.

He sets your clit free, moving his thumb to spread your pussy wider around his cock. You look down and while you can’t see much, you can see for sure that there’s no space for anything else. Your cunt clenches at the realization.

The corners of Leon’s mouth twitch upwards, “Oh, it’s gonna get only better.”

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, y’know?” 

You hurry to reassure Leon that you do want it anyway—

“But I know you want it. So buckle up.”

You squeeze your eyes shut. The view is the most painful part. Obscene, too. You would’ve never thought you’d ever put yourself in such a predicament. But here you fucking go.

You hear don’t see the way Leon lubes the pistol one more time just to make sure everything goes smoothly in every way possible. You feel don’t see the way Leon’s thumb smears the same lube around your entrance, still stretched tight around his dick.

You sense don’t see the way something sticky, cold and rigid catches on your opening. You gasp not from pain but from the realization. Leon’s thumbs keep you spread wide still as he slowly, steadily pushes the tip of the gun inside of you. It goes in way more easier than any of you expected. Still, you whimper never feeling stretched so wide before. It’s not very painful. You just feel stuffed to the brim.

“Open your eyes, baby. Look down and watch how your pussy does hell of a job,” Leon husks out, barely holding back a moan, both from the way he feels something sliding in alongside with his cock and from the visual.

You exhale and finally open your eyes. You see a concentrated look on Leon’s face, both concern and lust written in his eyes. You shift your gaze to your pussy and immediately squeeze your eyes back shut right away.

There’s actually a good inch of the gun buried inside of your cunt. That’s when you swear you feel some discomfort that surprisingly goes away as soon as you close your eyes. Talk about placebo.

“Fuck, you’re incredible,” Leon rasps. His fingers move away from your folds as your cunt finally wraps around the muzzle. “That’s… oh fucking hell. You’re too snug.”

You cry out, feeling Leon’s cock move inside of you hesitantly. He moans as his own dick feels that little part of the pistol buried inside of you. That must feel as new for him as it is for you.

“Baby… God. Thank you. Thank you for being such a pervert,” he gently tries to move the gun together with his cock and you whimper, feeling two things fluttering inside of you at once. 

You relax as you notice that he doesn’t try to push the pistol any deeper. It’s definitely not that bad. It could be bad if he attempted to make your cunt swallow the whole thing, but now? Now you feel kinda fine. And definitely proud of yourself. Of your pussy.

You carefully move your hips forward, making Leon groan.

“For fuck’s sake,” he growls out and pushes you down flat at the bed in one swift movement.

Leon pulls his cock out harshly, making you yelp. He kneels between your thighs and grips the handle of the gun while the tip is still nestled within your walls.

Then he starts moving it in and out, speeding with every thrust.

You gasp and pant and moan, at this point not even caring what’s fucking you. Your brain is too hazy to function. You just feel this thick, cool thing sliding in, sliding out, sliding in, sliding out—

“Would that be enough to make you come, huh? You don’t even care what your cunt munches on, huh?” He slaps your folds lightly and you squeak, clenching around the gun. Leon’s lips twitch in a predatory smile, “Oh, you liked that. I know you’re suffocating the poor thing now. So fucking nasty.”

“Maybe I am nasty,” you manage, half–moaning the words.

Leon locks eyes with yours, his mouth still curved upwards. “You’re not. You’re just being such a sweet slut for me.”

The wave finally crashes down.

You could do a dozen of different things. You could try to be prickly about it and say that you’re not. You could bite your lip and say ‘yes Daddy’. You could spit right in his face.

Instead, you just come around the Glock. Your muscles clamp down harshly, squeezing the life out of the pistol as your spine dips involuntarily.

Leon watches you with a heated gaze but not like you’d care about it. He would never guess that could make you come.

But fuck, you haven’t orgasmed prettier than that ever before.

Leon’s free hand flies to grip his cock, his fist a blur as he jerks himself off. His own head throws back as he groans and grunts and moans, “Fuck, no, every drop goes inside of you.”

You still feel out of it from your climax when Leon aligns the head of his cock with your hole still stretched wide around the muzzle, and your pussy accepts just the tip of it. Leon’s hips buck up involuntarily and you squeak as you’re forced to take a little more of his cock along with the gun still resting inside of you.

The next moment he whimpers your name as a warning before he lets go of his dick and comes right inside of you.

You gasp, looking down. He fits in just enough to not let any drop of his jizz land outside of your overstuffed pussy. It’s too quick to even give you time to process because next thing you know, Leon’s pulling out.

You two see the way excess seed oozes out of your hole straight onto the gun and you swear you see Leon’s softening cock twitch. By any means, that’s the most perverted thing any of you have ever done.

Leon blinks a few times, his gaze still glued to the gun that’s, for God’s sake, still inside of you, and then he lets out a hysterical laugh.

“Fuck me,” he croaks out, voice still hoarse from orgasm. “This… that’s… nobody ever hearing about this, ‘kay? I… God, baby, that’s my work gun.”

You choke on your saliva. “What?”

Leon grins up at you, not looking sorry at all. “I mean… I didn’t think I’d get my spunk on it. That’s kinda… not… nice, yeah.”

“So that’s all that worries you?” you squeak out indignantly. “Not the fact that it’s been inside of my mouth and, Jesus Christ, my vagina too?”

His smirk doesn’t falter. “Well… it’s new. Gotta initiate it, right? It’s not even complete, though. Hasn’t tried your shithole yet.”

“Leon! Gross! That’s too much!” You swat at his chest.

“That’s what she said,” he retorts with a Cheshire cat smile.

“Get this thing out of me, for God’s sake! Ew!” You wriggle, realizing that the pistol is still pretty much inside of you, smeared with cum.

Leon snorts, moving to scoop the remaining sperm with his finger to push it further into your hole before easing the gun out of you. “Didn’t see you complaining when you came around it, though.”

“Oh, I’m not the only one who did, you know,” you clench your teeth as your cunt is finally left alone, and suddenly you feel it all: the soreness, the absurdity of the situation and… satisfaction.

“I’m gonna pay you back, Leon,” you suddenly say with utter seriousness. “You won’t even expect it. But you know I will. You just wait.”

Leon’s facial expression remains neutral. His limp cock, though, jerks at your declaration. 

“Okay,” he finally utters calmly. “Tickle me pink all you want, gorgeous.”

You exhale, wincing as the weariness of your pussy makes itself known. Tomorrow's probably gonna be hell.

But when you think about the eventual payback you have in mind, you can’t help but grin like a halfwit. You just need to wait for the right moment. And until you can walk properly again, for Christ’s sake. 

All in good time.

his eyes widen at your stern tone. "oh!" he smiles bashfully. "sorry but- i really have to go soon. i'm gonna be late."

you roll your eyes, pushing yourself off of him and huffing as you sit back down on the bed. he follows you , pouting, and kneeling in front of your legs. "sweetheart, it isn't personal, please. i'll play with you when i get back, okay?"

you stare at him, not saying anything. he begins to press kisses on your thighs. his silent way of apologizing. so, you finally give in and run your hand through his hair, and press a kiss to his head. but then lightly kick him. "okay. go. go do your cop duties, and i'll just be daydreaming of you in your uniform all day."

leon looks up with you with the cutest puppy dog eyes. "yeah? you really think i look hot?"

"mhmm. might have to call 911 just so you'll come visit me"

he laughs, eyes trying to remember your face for his long shift. but he has to ask, "okay but, baby, you know you can't do that-"

"leon!"

"okay, okay! fine, i'm going. love you," he mumbles, kissing your cheek as he gets up and runs out the door.