leon-cain

“all good?” his voice rumbles from behind.

“mhm,” you hum quietly.

then, you gently bring his fingers to your lips. laying small kisses along the fingers. leon watches, hand now removed from your hair and elbow resting on the armrest of the couch. his ice blue eyes narrow, a small tilt of his head.

the kissing deepens against his fingers, you feel his fingers flex beneath your lips. an invitation.

you take that invitation—because of course. then bringing his index finger past your lips, tongue licking gently around the finger. you feel leon’s breathing change ever so slightly.

the texture rough yet soft—a strange contrast yet, very pleasing against your wet tongue. you deepen his finger, then feeling a tap against your cheek. he moves his ring finger into your mouth.

his middle and index finger now coated in your saliva, tongue sucking and making obscene noises throughout the bedroom, the tv long forgotten.

a quiet hum of satisfaction leaving leon as he watched you move against his fingers. he then takes more control, moving his fingers in and out of your mouth. you make a noise against the two fingers.

“didn’t know you liked this so much… woulda done something like this sooner sweetheart,” he says quietly.

pulling away, you look up at him. your lips wet and swollen from sucking his fat fingers. he gives a small smile, not quite a smirk. he was admiring your lust blown irises and flushed cheeks.

“pretty…” he says, wet fingers stroking your cheek. you give him the sweetest smile… god, how could he say no to that.

“think your ready for somethin’ bigger baby?” he tilts his head, voice low.

“let me help you baby,” he whispers into your neck, “let me make you feel good…” he kisses lightly into your neck, working his way down to your chest, moving your tank top down to reveal your chest to him. he gently moves his lips to your nipple, sucking and licking around it. you whine, already overwhelmed.

i mean seriously? your hot, sexy, and older neighbor couldn’t be more perfect. him doing this with you? god you felt on cloud 9.

he kisses lower, making his way down to your abdomen, kissing along the warm skin above your panty line. “this okay?” he asks and you nod almost instantly. he chuckles quietly at your eagerness, his laugh rumbling your entire body.

he kisses even lower, leaving a kiss on the wet patch of your panties. you watch as he stares between your legs, you swallow in anticipation and before you could say anything, he starts to lick from your core to your nerves. she’d never thought of this, but this made the anticipation build more.

he licked and sucked at your panties, not desperate—but with purpose. he wanted to build you up before he fully dove into you.

“so sweet,” he says, muffled between your legs.

“l-leon…” you whine quietly, desperation kicking in. you wanted—needed to feel his tongue on you, not on the cloth of your panties. he hums against her, making her jolt.

“since you’re so good… i’ll give you what you need sweetheart.”

he pulls your panties off and pushes your legs back into the bed, the stretch in your thighs burning, but not unwelcome. he then kisses your wet lips, slotting his tongue into your hole and working his tongue into you.

you cry out, this sensation so different. so new. so experienced. god it was everything you needed. you already started to feel a pressure build within yourself.

leon then moves his fingers to your hole, inserting one and moving at a moderate pace. you squeeze around him, crying out as he adds another. he puts his tongue onto your bundle of nerves and laps quickly. you start to tremble.

“l-leon… fuck wait—!” you cry out, gripping the bedsheets.

“take my fingers baby. doing so good f’me,” he says into your pussy, making your thighs tremble more. “want you to cum… wanna taste you.”

you moan, “f-fuck!” you feel a hot sensation run throughout your lower body, a small bit of wetness coming from your pussy as you clench around his fingers. he pushes you through the aftershocks of your orgasm, coaxing you “that’s my girl.”

you pant, catching your breath, “n-never… ah—fuck…” you pant trying to reel yourself back in. leon sits up, looking down at her as he rubs her juices off of his chin with his forearm, “never what sweetheart?” he brings a hand to her trembling thigh, rubbing small circles into it.

“never came… n-no one’s ever made me cum like that… e-ever… n-no one ever did it good enough…” you pant.

leon tilts his head, “never?” a small smirk on his lips.

“never.”

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in absolutely no way shocked that I got the ending of requiem spoiled for me but I’m DEVASTATED because I wanted to go in not knowing anything ughhhh anyway Leon is so sexy beautiful and I love him so bad

“l-leon!” you turn back toward him, brows furrowed.

“what babydoll? thought you liked when i smack your pretty ass? ya practically beg for it in there,” he tilts his head toward your shared bedroom.

“i am cooking dinner! that’s a completely different situation,” you scoff a laugh, turning back toward the skillet. leon groans behind you, acting like a damn toddler. you shake your head as you continue to cook.

“you gonna stand there all day or are you—leon!” he pulls down your pants, “keep cookin’ for me baby, gonna take you…” he mutters. you feel something warm and hard against your ass. he spits onto his hand, dragging a hand up and down his shaft.

“gonna be so good for me…” he puts a hand between your legs, touching your aching warmth, “knew you liked when I did that baby… so fuckin’ soaked,” he brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking your wetness off of his thick finger. he lines himself up with your entrance and you feel the stretch. your hand tightening on the spatula as you try to continues cooking.

“l-leon if you’re…mm—fuck! i-if you’re gonna do this let me turn down the—“ you cry out as he starts to slam into her backside, a deep brutal pace. you grip onto the handle of the over door. leon was mutter swears behind you, gripping your ass as he drove into you.

“atta girl—yeah… fucking take it,” you moan at his words, trying to reach the thermometer for the oven, “nah baby, you got it… keep cookin’ dinner.” you whine, trying to focus back on the food. he slides a hand between your legs. you gasp quietly, lips pursed trying to focus on literally anything else.

“gonna cum like this pretty girl? y-yeah… feel you squeezin’ me,” he chuckles, moaning at the flutter of your walls.

“f-fuck… leon I’m c-close…” you look back toward him. he smirks down at you, cocky bastard “yeah? come on…” his thrusts harder and deeper, “gotcha baby… cum all over my cock sweetheart.”

you whine, gripping the handle of the oven again as you shake. your orgasm hitting much harder than you had initially expected. leon chuckles softly behind her, however he was breathless, his hair sticking to his forehead.

“gonna fill you up real good baby… fuck,” with one harsh thrust, leon spills inside of you, a harsh grip on your ass, “fuck, love this fuckin’ pussy.”

you shake your head looking back toward him. his stupid cocky grin on his lips, panting, “what? too much?”

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