Mariana

God… he’s so fucking HOT. Like, he was always fine as hell, but now? Daddy level unlocked. Those muscles, that beard, the little wrinkles around his eyes that scream “I’ve seen some shit and I’m still sexy af”… and don’t even get me started on that new outfit. The jacket, the fit, the whole grizzled-veteran-but-still-built vibe? I’d cook for him every single day. I’d wash his clothes, clean the house in nothing but a tiny apron and heels just to tease him, crawl on all fours across the living room to hand him a cold beer the second he walks in exhausted from work. I’d bury my face in his crotch first—take a long, deep sniff of that sweaty, musky smell right there in his groin—then suck that dick like it’s my last meal. I’d serve this man like the desperate little slut I’d become for him.

And the crazy part? I normally HATE submitting to guys. Like, zero interest in being anyone’s good girl. But for Leon? I’d turn into the most obedient, pathetic sub on the planet. I’d let him fuck me in every room of the house—kitchen counter, shower, against the fridge, you name it. And since poor tired old man Leon’s been through hell and back, I’d do all the work. I’d climb on top, ride that cock slow and deep until he’s groaning and spilling inside me, no mercy.

After? We’d shower together, all soft and steamy. I’d wash his hair, let him rest his head on my chest while I stroke his messy hair and whisper “It’s okay, baby… you’re safe now, I got you” until he falls asleep like that. Yeah. I’m down BAD.

Notes: hey,its me again,mari. So.. don't let the tags scare you,its dark,but I'd say its not too much... Heavy for who likes it,but not in a disgusting or disturbing way. Give it a chance i promise you'll like it.BTW, as you already know, I translate my stories from my language to English using AI... so I'm not sure if this is perfect...

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It was mid-October, and the night was cold as hell when you finally dragged yourself home after your shift at the precinct.

As the rookie—barely three months in—your schedule was straight-up brutal: long, grueling hours that felt more like an endurance test than actual police work.

You pushed through the front door, locked it with two firm twists of the key, the click echoing in the dead-quiet apartment.

Food. That was the first coherent thought that cut through the fog of exhaustion.

After a quick, lazy dinner, you headed straight for the bathroom. God, you needed that shower so fucking bad.

The second you sank into the tub, a deep, relieved sigh escaped you. Warm water wrapped around your body, loosening every aching muscle from your shoulders down to your toes.

You closed your eyes, let your head tip back against the edge, and just… let the silence of the house swallow you whole. A sweet fucking contrast to the nonstop chaos of the station.

All you could hear was the soft slosh of water and your own slow, heavy breathing.

Then—out of nowhere—a low, rough grunt came from the house next door. Loud enough to punch right through the thin wall.

Your eyes snapped open. What the fuck is he doing now?

Come to think of it, you hadn’t seen your neighbor in at least four days.

The last image burned into your brain was him on his porch: Leon, stone-faced as always, leaning against the railing, staring off into nothing with that distant, almost haunted look.

Like he was carrying the weight of the goddamn world on those broad shoulders.

The noise kept going.

You shook your head. Not your problem. You’d spent the whole day drowning in other people’s shit—robberies, domestic calls, endless paperwork. Enough.

You reached over to the little shelf by the tub, flicked on the radio at low volume, and let music fill the empty space.

“Hopelessly Devoted to You” started playing. Olivia Newton-John’s soft voice wrapped around you like a warm blanket, and you closed your eyes again, fighting the sleep that was already pulling at you.

Then your traitor brain dragged you right back to him. Fuck.

You’d barely interacted with Leon, but somehow he’d carved himself into your head anyway. He was almost never home—and when he was, he stayed locked inside.

You two hardly crossed paths, mostly because you lived at the precinct.

One of the few real conversations you’d had was when he knocked on your door asking to borrow sugar. Cliché as fuck, right? You’d been dead tired that day, but you opened the door anyway.

And come on—you didn’t buy for a second that he didn’t have sugar at home. It was such an obvious excuse to talk to you. And holy shit, it had worked like a charm.

Your life had been so fucking boring, so predictable… and then this hot-as-hell neighbor suddenly shows interest? Jackpot.

You still couldn’t decide what was the hottest thing about him: those piercing blue eyes that felt like they could strip you bare, the thick biceps and broad chest that strained against his t-shirt like they were about to rip the fabric, or that dark blond hair—always perfectly cut, not a strand out of place, like he got it trimmed religiously.

He was just… stupidly hot. Smelled good too—some deep, masculine scent that stuck in your memory. And that rough voice… fuck. You couldn’t stop imagining how it would sound groaning your name right against your ear while he fucked you hard.

Damn him.

He’d ruined your moment of peace. Thanks a lot, Leon.

Before you could even decide to open your eyes and climb out of the tub, a loud crash came from the front door—like someone was trying to kick the damn thing in.

As always, you snapped into alert mode instantly. You shot up out of the water, splashing everywhere, and wrapped a towel around your waist as fast as humanly possible.

You bolted to the bedroom, heart slamming against your ribs. Ever since passing your firearms qual, bringing your service weapon home had become routine. It had never felt this fucking necessary until right now.

You grabbed the pistol, racked the slide, fingers steady despite the adrenaline flooding your system. Ready to fire if it came to that.

The noises at the door kept going—hard thuds, wood groaning under pressure. Then came a loud, animalistic grunt, followed by the unmistakable crack of splintering wood. The door burst open violently, slamming against the wall.

You froze in the hallway for a split second, heart pounding like a drum, but the cop adrenaline took over. This wasn’t fear—it was focus. You were trained for this shit. Intruder in your house? You dealt with worse on the streets every damn day.

Still dripping wet, towel slung low on your hips, water pooling on the hardwood, you advanced slowly toward the living room, pistol gripped in both hands, barrel pointed forward. The towel barely clinging, your skin still hot from the bath but now prickling from the cold air rushing in through the wide-open door.

The room was dimly lit—just the weak glow from the corner lamp and the faint streetlight spilling through the window. And there, standing right in the middle of it like he fucking belonged, was him.

Leon.

You raised the gun instantly, aiming dead center at his chest. “Hands up, motherfucker! What the hell are you doing in here?”

Your mind spun. He looked… wrong. The light was shit in the shadows, but you could see enough: his face darker, paler than usual, dark veins spidering around his eyes like black roots, and those eyes… holy fuck, they were red. Not bloodshot—deep, glowing red in the low light.

“Leon? What the fuck is going on?” Your voice came out steady, no shake. You couldn’t afford to look weak. You were a cop. You’d faced armed thugs, gangs, shootouts. You weren’t about to fold in your own goddamn house. The gun stayed locked on him, finger hovering over the trigger.

He didn’t answer right away. Just started walking toward you—slow, deliberate, almost predatory. Black t-shirt clinging to his body, those muscles you’d fantasized about earlier now taut and defined, black jeans, plain shoes. Nothing flashy, but he looked bigger, more dangerous.

As he moved toward the kitchen, the hallway light behind you gradually illuminated him—from his strong legs, up over his hips, across that wide chest, until it hit his face.

You took a step back, then another, keeping distance. “I don’t know what the fuck you’re doing, Leon, but it’s not too late to stop. Get out of my house. Right now. I don’t want to shoot you, man.”

The light finally washed over his face completely. Those dark red eyes locked onto yours, the veins around them pulsing faintly, pale skin stark against his messy blond hair. He looked like a monster straight out of a nightmare—but still the hot neighbor who’d had you fantasizing filthy things in the tub.

A real shiver ran down your spine this time, actual fear creeping up. What the actual fuck had happened to him?

Then his voice cut through the air—low, calm, but… commanding. Like it slid straight into your brain. “Lower the gun.”

Your brain short-circuited. Instantly, an overwhelming urge to obey hit you—your arms wanting to drop, fingers loosening. But you fought it, gritting your teeth. “Fuck you…”

He repeated it, voice firmer now, eyes boring into yours. “Lower the gun.”

You struggled against it, body trembling slightly, but the pull was insane—like your mind wasn’t fully yours anymore.

He said it one last time, louder, that rough voice echoing in the room: “Lower the gun. Now.”

And your body obeyed. Your arms lowered slowly, the pistol dipping toward the floor. You tried to raise it again, but you couldn’t—like something was blocking you. Your eyes stayed glued to his, and hot tears started sliding down your cheeks without your permission. Fear, rage, confusion.

“How… how the fuck are you doing this?” Your voice came out low, broken.

Leon just gave a small, almost satisfied smile—no answer. Those red eyes still holding you captive. “Throw the gun to me.”

And you did. The pistol slipped from your fingers, hit the floor with a thud, and skidded right to his feet.

“Stay right there.”

You froze, body rigid, helpless to do anything but watch as he crouched slowly, picked up the gun with calm ease, and tucked it into the back of his waistband, pulling the black shirt over it.

Then he closed the distance.

Leon kept coming closer, those red eyes locked on you like nothing else in the world existed. He looked every inch the predator now—calm, controlled, but starving. And you, standing there in nothing but a towel, dripping wet and completely exposed, were the perfect fucking prey.

You tried to move again—back up, run, do anything—but it was like your body was locked in sleep paralysis. Muscles frozen, feet glued to the floor, while the monster advanced. Your heart hammered against your ribs, but your limbs wouldn’t listen.

“Stay nice and still,” he murmured, voice low and rough, almost tender.

Before you could even process it, his hand clamped around your throat—strong, cold fingers digging in on one side. On the other, pain exploded as razor-sharp teeth sank into the skin right below your ear, tearing through flesh with brutal precision. It hit like white-hot lightning, shooting down your shoulder, across your chest, straight down your spine. You felt hot blood start pouring instantly, thick and fast.

What the fuck is he? The question screamed through your head while he buried his teeth deeper and started to suck. This wasn’t some gentle bite—it was pure hunger. He drew your blood in long, greedy pulls, his body pressed flush against yours like he wanted to swallow you whole. The sounds were wet, filthy, way too intimate: the loud suckling, the low groan rumbling from his throat as he drank.

You couldn’t scream. Your voice was trapped in your throat, choked off by the same invisible force pinning your body. You tried—fuck, you tried—lungs burning, face twisted in agony. Nothing. Just silence while your blood ran down your shoulder, spilled over your arm, dripped onto your bare chest and soaked the white towel at your waist bright red.

He didn’t stop. Every swallow grew harder, more desperate, like he hadn’t fed in days. You felt your body weakening, vision blurring at the edges, the room starting to spin. Was he going to kill you? Drain you dry and then devour what was left? Or was he some kind of demon that hunted virgins? A stupid thought flashed through the panic—almost funny. If that was the case, tough luck for him. You hadn’t been a virgin since high school.

Then came the miracle—or maybe just pure desperation. In one last, frantic push, you forced everything you had: air, voice, rage. And it broke free. A raw, shredded scream tore out of you, full of pain and fury, echoing through the entire house.

He released your throat instantly. His teeth slid out with a wet pop, and he lifted his face to stare at you, lips smeared red with your blood, eyes still glowing. The blood kept pouring from the wound, hot and sticky, tracing lines down your arm, your chest, your stomach, turning the towel darker and darker.

Your face was soaked with tears, body shaking. You kept screaming, hoarse and desperate, until he opened his mouth and spoke, staring straight into your eyes:

“Quiet.”

One word. And your voice died in your throat like someone flipped a switch. Total silence. You tried to scream again—nothing. Your mouth moved, but no sound came out.

“No need to be afraid,” he added, voice softer now, almost soothing.

And just like that… the fear vanished. It evaporated like smoke. The panic squeezing your chest, the certainty that you were about to die—gone. Your breathing slowed. Your heart steadied. But the rage? The hatred? That stayed. Burning hotter than ever.

Someone hurting you like this, controlling you, forcing you to stay silent while you bled out… it pissed you off in a way that dragged up old shit. It reminded you of your dad when you were a kid—the slaps, the yelling, then the order to “swallow it.” Don’t fight back. Don’t cry loud. Just take it. Same helplessness. Same humiliation.

But the fear was gone. Somehow this… whatever Leon was now… had slipped inside your head and wiped out every trace of terror. He controlled emotions, actions, everything. And if he wanted? He could make you do anything. Smile. Beg. Give yourself up. Kill. Whatever the fuck he felt like.

You stood there, frozen, bleeding, staring into those red eyes that looked calmer now, almost satisfied. Blood still trickled slowly down your neck, dripping onto the floor between you. And Leon just watched, like he was waiting for your next move—or like he already knew exactly what he was going to do to you.

He stepped in again, red eyes fixed on yours, and without hesitation sank his teeth back into your neck. The pain crashed over you like an electric wave, deeper this time, hungrier. He wasn’t stopping. You felt the long, rhythmic pulls, his body molded against yours, sucking with an urgency that made the world tilt.

Your vision started blurring at the edges. Black spots danced. The wet sound of him feeding roared in your ears. If you didn’t do something, he’d drain you dry. You’d die right here on your living room floor, towel soaked in blood, no one coming to help. You couldn’t even scream for it—your voice still locked by his command.

You closed your eyes for a second and, for the first time, accepted it. This was it. The end. Tragic, like everyone would say. A young cop with a bright future, dead before he could get married, build a family, actually live. Your mom always said you’d amount to nothing, that you’d end up on the street if you didn’t follow her every rule. Manipulating, belittling, controlling. Your dad with the hits and the shouts. And you’d proved them wrong. You got out. Became someone. Built a life. But now… maybe they’d been right all along.

Then something ignited inside you. Survival instinct. Or maybe just pure fucking rage. No. It’s not ending like this. Your mom had taught you manipulation—and how to fight it. You’d never let her words truly break you. You’d always done what you wanted, ignored the orders, carved your own path. No one after her had ever controlled you. And this monster? He was just another asshole trying to call the shots.

Fine. It was different now, but not completely. You had to try. It was your only shot.

You ignored his command completely. You owned your body. Your mind. You could do this.

With Leon still latched onto your neck, feeding, you forced your arm to move. Told yourself his words were just words—they didn’t have to touch you. He was too distracted drinking, maybe that’s why the hold was slipping. (Or maybe it was just you, fighting like you always had.)

Hot tears rolled down your face while your arm crept up, inch by agonizing inch, toward the gun tucked in the back of his waistband. He didn’t notice when your fingers brushed the grip. You wrapped them around it just enough to know you could yank it fast.

Then you pulled. The motion wasn’t clean—your hand shook, arm heavy—but you lifted the pistol high enough to aim at his chest. Not dead center, but close—right into his shoulder. The gunshot exploded through the room, the recoil slamming through your weakening body.

The second the bullet hit, the control snapped. Like a wire had been cut. Your legs gave out. You crashed backward onto the floor, the gun slipping from your fingers and skidding just a few feet away. Close enough to reach. Blood still poured hot from your neck, pooling on the hardwood.

Leon stood over you at a safe distance, groaning in pain with one hand pressed to the wound. Blood seeped between his fingers. Good. He was still bleeding. That meant he could still die.

His eyes changed. The dark red slowly faded away, returning to that beautiful icy blue you knew so well. Fuck. Even now, bleeding and with his face twisted in pain, he still looked stunning. Son of a bitch. You hated yourself for even noticing it in the middle of all this chaos.

But there was no time for that. You crawled as fast as you could, stretching your arm desperately toward the gun. This time you were aiming for the head. Almost. You were so fucking close.

A split second too late, unbearable pain exploded in your forearm. His foot slammed down with full force, crushing the bone like it was a dry twig. The crack was sickeningly loud, and the scream that ripped from your throat tore through the air—so loud it hurt your own ears. The fear came flooding back now that he was no longer inside your head. Three questions burned in your mind: How the hell was he so strong? How could he control you like that? And why the fuck had he drunk your blood?

Your vision darkened almost completely. You looked up at him right before everything went black.

His expression… wasn’t anger. It was concern. Those blue eyes wide, face pale.

“Shit!” he blurted out, voice low and rough. “Y/N!?”

Then he dropped to his knees beside you.

You could barely see anymore. The room was dissolving into blurry shadows. Leon’s voice sounded distant, like it was coming from underwater, weak and echoing in your ears. You blinked slowly, your body heavy, surrendering to what felt like an inevitable blackout. The exhaustion was absolute—the blood loss, the throbbing pain from your shattered arm, everything pulling you under.

But then he spoke, firm and cutting through the fog: “Stay awake.”

Your eyes flew open again. Somehow, your body obeyed, fighting off unconsciousness with whatever strength you had left. You watched as he brought his own wrist to his mouth, sharp teeth slicing through the skin in one swift motion. Blood poured out immediately, thick and dark, dripping onto the floor between you two.

What the actual fuck is this guy doing?

“Open your mouth,” he ordered.

And you did. All the effort you’d put into resisting his mind control… it was pointless now. He had you again, without even trying. Your mouth opened automatically.

He pressed his bleeding wrist close, and the blood flowed straight onto your tongue and down your throat. The taste hit you instantly: metallic, potent, way stronger than your own blood. Your stomach revolted immediately, nausea rising fast.

You tried to clamp your jaw shut on instinct, to close your throat and stop it from going down, moving your arms to push him away. But the broken arm screamed in agony—a sharp, white-hot pain that tore a low groan from you.

He noticed your resistance. Stared straight into your eyes and commanded, voice low and undeniable: “Swallow. And stay still.”

His blood slid down your throat, hot and thick, settling in your stomach. The urge to vomit hit hard, your body convulsing. But he was faster.

“It’s okay… it doesn’t taste bad. Don’t throw up.”

And just like that… the taste changed. The heavy metallic flavor turned sweeter, almost smooth, like honey had been mixed into the blood. It was terrifying and impressive at the same time. He could control even that—twist the sensation in your mouth, force your brain to accept something disgusting as tolerable. Or even… pleasant?

You still hadn’t understood how the gunshot hadn’t really affected him until he said calmly, “Look at your arm.”

The hold on you loosened (for now), and you managed to turn your head. Your arm—the one that had been shattered with a horrible crack—was completely healed. Bone back in place, no swelling, no deformity. Not even a mark. You moved it slowly, testing—flexed your fingers, bent your elbow. It worked perfectly.

Mouth agape, you brought your free hand up to your neck. Where there had been a deep, ragged bite… there was nothing. Smooth skin, just some dried blood starting to crust over. The wound had vanished in seconds.

It all made sense now. His blood was some kind of super serum. Capable of healing severe injuries almost instantly—broken bones, deep tears, massive blood loss. That was good… and really fucking bad. Good because you weren’t going to bleed out on your living room floor and have some pathetic tragic death. Bad because nothing you did to him would stick. It was like fighting a boss with infinite health. You couldn’t win. He regenerated. Always.

You lay there on the cold floor, staring up, chest heaving. His blood still warm in your stomach, that sweet taste lingering on your tongue. Leon knelt beside you, his blue eyes now calm, almost worried, watching you closely like he was waiting for your reaction.

You had no chance. The healed arm didn’t change reality: he was too strong, too fast, too immortal. But he wasn’t controlling your mind anymore—the invisible grip had loosened. You had to try something. Anything.

You threw yourself to the side, trying to roll away and reach the gun lying just inches away. A desperate, frantic move.

Fatal mistake.

He reacted before you even finished the roll. Strong hands seized your wrists, flipping you onto your back and slamming you down hard against the cold floor. His weight pinned you completely, knees trapping your thighs, wrists locked above your head.

Leon growled low, pure disapproval in his voice. “Fuck, you’re stubborn, aren’t you?”

He leaned his face closer, those blue eyes intense, almost amused by your defiance. “You really wanna keep fighting? I didn’t want to have to get rough with you, but you’re really starting to piss me off, baby.”

Baby!? That fucking asshole. The word hit like a slap, but you refused to let it break you.

“It would be so much easier if you’d just surrender without making me hurt you or crawl back into that head of yours,” he continued, letting out a short, sarcastic chuckle that echoed in the dark room.

“Surrender? Fuck no!” The words came out hoarse and full of rage. Your voice cracked at the end, shaking, fresh hot tears slipping down the sides of your face again. Great. He probably thought you were pathetic now. But you weren’t. You refused to be. “I’ll fight until my last breath if I have to, but I’m not surrendering. Never!”

Leon raised an eyebrow, releasing one of your wrists just so he could grab your jaw—hard. Cold fingers dug into your skin, forcing your head up so you had no choice but to stare straight into those icy blue eyes.

“Look at you… they really toughened you up at that shitty precinct, huh? Acting all brave…”

He squeezed harder, thumb brushing over your tear-streaked cheek. “But I know it’s just a front. Deep down you’re nothing but a pathetic little faggot pretending to be a tough guy.”

The words hit like a punch to the gut. It hurt. It hurt like hell. Faggot? You’d always thought you hid it so well—not that there was anything to hide, but you never imagined anyone would clock it just from a few looks and a couple of conversations. Rage boiled up hot in your chest.

“I’m not a fucking faggot!” You gritted your teeth, voice low and shaking with fury.

Leon laughed again—a light, cruel, vicious sound. Nothing like the slightly awkward, polite guy who’d knocked on your door asking for sugar. Something had completely changed him. This Leon was mean, psychotic, possessive. But still… still so fucking hot. Messy blond hair, intense blue eyes, that body pressing down on yours. Son of a bitch.

“You really think you can hide anything from me?” He leaned in even closer. “I knew the second I laid eyes on you. You can lie to yourself all you want, but not to me.”

You opened your mouth to snap back—to curse, to deny, to say anything—but before the words could leave, he crashed his lips against yours.

The kiss started soft. Almost gentle. Way too gentle for someone who’d just torn into your neck and drank your blood. You tasted it immediately—your own blood still fresh on his lips, metallic and warm. Your stomach flipped again, but your body… your body reacted in a way you hated admitting. Surprise, shock, and something else you didn’t want to name.

Your eyes widened first in fear, then in pure disbelief. Weeks of thinking his “interest” was just coincidence, that a guy that perfect couldn’t possibly be into men. But kissing another guy on the mouth like this… yeah, that was pretty fucking gay.

He pulled back slowly, staring straight into your eyes, lips still shiny with your blood.

“You wanna tell me the truth about what you think of me, or do you want me to order it out of you?”

No. Fuck no. The idea of him crawling back inside your head terrified you more than anything. You didn’t want that. Didn’t want to lose control again.

“Fuck—fine!” The words tumbled out fast, almost pleading. “I’ll tell the truth, just please don’t get in my head again!”

Your voice came out too thin, too shaky. You hated how weak and desperate you sounded—but you couldn’t help it.

Leon smiled, slow and satisfied. “You look so fucking cute when you beg like that…”

His thumb dragged lazily across your bottom lip, almost mesmerized, tracing the curve like he was memorizing it. “If you keep being a good boy for me and do exactly what I say, I won’t get in your head. I promise.”

Then he leaned in closer, voice dropping low and rough: “So go ahead… you want me too, don’t you?”

Your blood burned. The fact that he was this gorgeous and knew it pissed you off so fucking much. And you knew you couldn’t lie—not with him looking at you like that, like he already knew every filthy secret in your head.

So you swallowed your pride and told the truth, voice low and raw.

“Yeah… I did.”

Leon let out a short, satisfied snort, like he’d just won a bet.

“No, baby. I want to hear everything. Every single detail.” He tilted his face even closer, blue eyes locked on yours. “Tell me… did you think about me?”

Fuck. You didn’t want to give him this. Didn’t want to hand him that satisfaction. But the words spilled out anyway, spit out in a burst of pure rage, thrown right in his face.

“Maybe… yeah, fuck it, I thought about you. Thought about those pretty eyes, those insanely perfect muscles stretching that stupid tight shirt, and I thought about your cock—probably so fucking nice.”

You stopped breathing for a second after it all came out. The silence that followed was heavy.

“Happy now? Was that what you wanted? Validation? You pathetic asshole.”

For a moment you forgot the danger you were in. Provoking a guy who could snap your neck in a heartbeat was pure stupidity, but the anger had taken over.

Leon gave you that cocky half-smile—the one that said he’d gotten exactly what he wanted. Your confession.

“Good to know…”

His hand started sliding down your bare chest. Your skin prickled instantly at the touch—cold, firm, possessive. He gave your pec a light squeeze, feeling the muscle you’d worked so hard for after months of brutal gym sessions and patrol shifts.

“Impressive… for a rookie cop you’re actually in pretty good shape…”

You stayed silent, body rigid, trying not to react. But he kept going lower, fingers tracing your abs, brushing the line of your navel. Your heart slammed so hard it felt like it was trying to escape your chest. You didn’t have much choice but to let it happen. You were scared of what he might do next… but you were even more scared of how your own body was already starting to betray you.

And it was betraying you. You were so fucking touch-starved—weeks of nothing but work and loneliness—that the hands of a violent psychopath (a hot one, yeah, your brain wouldn’t shut up about that) were already making your cock twitch to life. Worst possible day to have a dick. One little bit of attention and it was already waking up, hardening slowly under the towel.

Leon noticed. His head was level with your navel now, fingers working the knot of the towel loose. You felt the fabric slip, cold air hitting your bare skin.

And that’s when you realized the worst was about to happen.

Pure self-preservation kicked in. You snapped your leg up and slammed your foot straight into his face. He was too busy staring at your body to react fast enough. The hit sent him stumbling back, towel still clutched in his hands, leaving you completely naked.

You didn’t give a fuck. You scrambled to your feet, ignoring the dull throb in your freshly healed arm, and bolted for the gun on the floor. You snatched it up and sprinted toward the back door—freedom was literally feet away.

But then… remember how I said he was super fast? A blur shot past you, and suddenly he was standing right in front, blocking the exit. Pure rage on his face, teeth bared, blue eyes blazing.

You started to raise the gun—at least wing him, buy yourself time—but the second your arm came up, he roared:

“Point that fucking gun at your own head, you little shit.” His voice hit like thunder. “I’m done being nice. I’ve lost my fucking patience with you.”

Your body obeyed before your brain could even fight. The pistol swung up, barrel pressed cold against your temple. You were shaking, fresh hot tears pouring down again.

“Now put it in your mouth!”

You parted your lips and slid the barrel inside. The icy metal sent a full-body shiver down your spine, taste of gun oil and metal flooding your tongue.

“Deeper. I wanna hear you gag.”

Tears wouldn’t stop. You’d cried so much it was a miracle you still had any left. You forced the barrel deeper, throat convulsing instantly, gag reflex kicking in hard, eyes watering. You breathed hard through your nose, trying not to actually choke, staring up at Leon.

“Look at that… still not gagging properly. Guess you’ve had some practice swallowing shit.”

Leon was enjoying every second. That smug half-smile, his hand palming his own cock through his jeans, the bulge growing thick and obvious while he watched you degrade yourself.

Suddenly you couldn’t take it anymore. The humiliation, the fear, the disgust—it all crashed over you. You started sobbing, muffled around the gun shoved down your throat, eyes squeezed shut, body trembling.

Leon almost looked… moved. Or at least pretended to.

“Okay, okay… that’s enough. Take it out.”

You pulled the gun out slowly, a thin string of spit connecting the barrel to your lips. You opened your eyes again, still frozen in place, unable to move.

“Please… just get it over with.”

You begged, voice hoarse and shattered.

Leon gave you another half-smile, almost gentle this time.

“I asked you to be a good boy… I really didn’t want to do this.” He shrugged. “But fine. I forgive you.”

He stepped closer, unzipping his jeans. Dark blue boxer briefs came into view, his cock visibly huge and straining against the fabric, the head already leaving a wet spot.

“On your knees.”

You dropped. Knees hit the cold floor hard.

He pulled his cock out—thick, rock-hard, veined, the head shiny with precum.

“You want this. You’re already hard.”

He said it while staring straight into your eyes.

A freezing heat flooded your stomach. The fear was still there, but something stronger drowned it out. Your cock throbbed fully hard now, twitching in the cold air. Your mouth actually watered at the sight.

And that’s when everything shifted. This night was definitely going to be long.

Before you even realized what was happening, your lips were already wrapped around the head of his cock. Your tongue slid out on instinct, licking up the precum leaking from the slit—salty, hot, thick. You started slow, taking more of him into your mouth. He was so fucking thick, stretching your lips wide, filling you up with just half.

You knew you didn’t really want this. Knew the arousal wasn’t real. But what the fuck even counted as real anymore? You were hard, leaking, and you wanted his cock in your mouth. He’d just… given you a little push, right? That’s what you told yourself so you wouldn’t hate yourself quite so much for giving in.

“Look at me while you do it,” he ordered, voice low and rough.

You obeyed instantly, eyes flicking up. Staring up at him—his half-lidded eyes heavy with pleasure, lips parted, pure lust written all over his face. He was probably seeing the hottest thing in his life: you on your knees, naked, eyes glassy, looking completely broken with his cock stretching your mouth.

“That’s it… good boy. Didn’t even need to control you for this one. Exactly how I like it.”

You took him deeper, slow and careful, sucking gently. He slid one hand to the back of your head, fingers twisting tight in your hair, controlling the pace without forcing you… yet.

“If you even think about biting, I’ll snap your neck. Understand?”

The threat came out low and dangerous, and for some fucked-up reason your untouched cock pulsed hard, like the brutality of his promise turned you on even more. Your body betraying you again, getting off on the danger.

“Faster.”

He pushed your head down, forcing you deeper and quicker. He was too big—hitting the back of your throat before you even reached halfway. To take him all the way you’d need proper deepthroat, and it had been a long time since you’d sucked dick. The discomfort hit fast: throat spasming, eyes watering harder, spit dripping down your chin.

You kept going, fast and wet, still looking up like he’d ordered. Watching the pure lust on his face—eyes fluttering shut for a second, heavy breathing, low groans slipping out every few thrusts.

Your arousal was at its peak. It felt like all the violence and humiliation from just minutes ago had happened hours earlier. It felt like you didn’t care anymore. It was insane, but you tried not to overthink it. Easier to just ride the moment and deal with the consequences later.

“Fuck… go deeper… I wanna see you choking on my cock. I know you can take it, right?”

Exactly like you’d imagined—he wanted everything. You gave it your best: opened your mouth wider, relaxed your throat, breathed through your nose, and forced yourself down until you took him to the hilt. His neatly trimmed pubes brushed your nose. His scent—sweat, raw lust, that faint metallic tang of old blood—flooded your head. Your whole body caught fire, cock dripping precum onto the living room floor, throbbing untouched. A few more thrusts and you’d cum right there on your knees, with the hot psycho neighbor’s cock buried deep down your throat.

You tried to pull back for air, yanking your head away. But he held you there for a few more seconds, keeping you breathless, throat convulsing around him. Then he finally let go.

His cock slid out with a wet, obscene pop. A thick string of spit connected the head to your tongue, more saliva dripping down your chin as you gasped, coughing softly, chest heaving.

“Fuck… you look so goddamn beautiful like this… so obedient…”

He said it while stroking your cheek with his thumb, rubbing his slick cock against the other side of your face—hot, sticky, marking you. The gesture was almost tender, but dripping with possession.

Leon kept up the “affection” for just a few more seconds, smearing his wet cock all over your face, painting you with spit and precum. Your body was burning—the arousal pulsing so hard it felt like a second puberty, like every repressed desire from the last few months had exploded at once. Your cock throbbed between your legs, rock-hard and leaking, without a single touch.

“Tell me… where should I put my cock now, huh?” He stared straight at your aching dick, that sadistic smile growing wider. “You seemed to love it down your throat.”

Shame burned through your chest. He knew. He knew exactly how much you were loving this, even if it was forced, twisted by whatever compulsion he’d put on your head. The fact that he was seeing you like this—naked, on your knees, hard as fuck—humiliated you more than any slap or threat ever could.

“But… I bet you’d like it somewhere else, wouldn’t you?”

You nodded way too fast, without thinking.

His hand cracked across your face—a quick, controlled slap that stung your cheek. Not hard enough to really hurt, but enough to make your skin tingle and your cock pulse even harder.

“I wanna hear your voice. Beg for it. Beg me to fuck you, you little faggot.”

The humiliation of the words, mixed with the burn of the slap, made your whole body shake with pleasure. You were terrified one more of those would make you cum untouched. Fear and lust were so tangled you couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. All you knew was you needed to end this unbearable feeling—and there was only one way: play his game to the end.

You closed your eyes for a second, took a shaky breath, then opened them again. You looked up at Leon with the best puppy-dog eyes you could manage—big, vulnerable, lips pouting. And you begged, voice low and trembling.

“Please… fuck me. I’m begging you, I need to cum, I need your cock in my ass.”

It worked way too well. That sadistic little smirk on his face spread, eyes narrowing, darkening with pure hunger.

“That’s it. Good boy.” He grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked you to your feet. “Up. I’m fucking you on your bed.”

You stood on shaky legs and followed him down the short hallway. The cold air hit your naked skin. He gave you a light shove into the bedroom and shut the door behind you.

You knelt back on your heels on the bed, watching as he stripped slowly, like he was putting on a show just for you. Started with the black t-shirt—pulled it over his head in one smooth motion, revealing the perfect body you’d fantasized about so many times. Firm chest, broad sculpted shoulders, abs carved in sharp lines. Not too hairy—perfect, because you’d never been into guys with a lot of body hair. He had it exactly where it counted: blond, neatly trimmed in his pits (so fucking hot), and a thin happy trail running from his navel down to his pubes. Probably some on his chest too, but he kept it short or shaved—absolute heaven.

He was a little sweaty—maybe from the earlier fight, maybe from the heat, maybe from how turned on he was, or all of it. His skin gleamed under the dim lamp light, sweat making everything shine. His scent filled the room: masculine sweat, raw lust, that faint metallic hint of old blood. Better than any cologne.

Without thinking, you licked your lips—a quick, unconscious swipe. But he noticed.

Leon gave you that cocky half-smile and stepped closer, now just in his open jeans and dark blue boxer briefs.

“Like what you see?”

You nodded, but remembered what he wanted. Used your voice, even though it came out hoarse and needy.

“Yeah… I like it a lot.”

He gripped your chin firmly, tilting your face up, leaning in until your noses almost brushed.

“Then show me… lick. I want to feel that tongue on every single muscle.”

Without hesitation, you leaned into his abs. Kept your eyes locked on his—just the way you knew he’d love: submissive, hungry, broken. Stuck your tongue out and started licking right above his navel, sliding up slowly, tracing every hard ridge with the wet tip.

The taste was pure sweat—salty, hot, masculine, strong. It wasn’t bad. With the arousal pounding through your body, it actually tasted like the best thing you’d ever had. Every lick made your cock throb harder, precum dripping onto the bedroom floor. You moved up slowly, feeling his muscles twitch and tense under your tongue, his firm abs trembling just a little at the touch.

Leon slid one hand into your hair, fingers buried deep, encouraging you without forcing. Just resting there, guiding lightly, like he was giving you permission to worship every inch of him.

Your mouth reached his chest. Your hot breath brushed his nipple before you wrapped your lips around it—gentle at first, licking slow circles, then harder, sucking with firm pressure. The nipple hardened on your tongue, and Leon let out a low groan of approval, deep and rough, vibrating straight through you.

He tightened his grip in your hair, head falling back for a second, eyes half-closed in pleasure. His body arched slightly toward you, wanting more. He was savoring every second—the groan slipped out again when you gave a light bite, just enough to tease, and he yanked your hair back with a controlled tug, forcing your eyes up to his.

“Fuck… yeah, just like that… keep going…” His voice came out low, almost a satisfied growl. “You know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you? Always did.”

You felt his cock pulse against your stomach, hard and hot, rubbing against your skin while you licked and sucked his other nipple, alternating between firm sucks and long, wet drags of your tongue. His sweat trickled slowly down his chest, mixing with your spit, and his scent—sweat, raw lust, something wild—filled the entire room, making you dizzy.

Your own cock ached from how hard it was, throbbing with no relief, and every low groan he let out made your body burn hotter. You hated admitting it, but you were lost in it: licking, sucking, obeying. Lust had taken over, drowning everything else. You wanted more. You wanted him to use you until you broke.

“Alright, enough teasing,” he growled, voice rough and impatient.

With a firm shove to your chest, he threw you onto your back on the bed. The mattress dipped under your weight, cool sheets hitting your hot, sweaty skin. You landed flat, panting, heart hammering.

In one quick motion, Leon kicked off the rest of his jeans and boxer briefs, tossing them to the floor without a care. He stood there completely naked—perfect body, cock rock-hard and pointing up, thick veins standing out, head shiny with precum. You wanted it. You wanted it so fucking bad. You could barely believe how desperate you were to get fucked by the guy who’d almost killed you minutes ago. But you did. Your whole body was screaming for it.

He climbed onto the bed, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of your thighs, his big frame hovering over you. His face was inches from yours, hot breath hitting your nose—still carrying that faint metallic tang of your own blood mixed with his sweat. You shivered hard. His stare was intimidating, possessive, like he was sizing you up before he devoured you.

“I’ve got a question for you… but I think I already know the answer.”

He spoke low and firm, eyes never leaving yours. Even with your own muscular build, you felt small and vulnerable under his clearly bigger frame. And anyway, he was so much stronger—you’d already felt that on your skin.

He leaned in until his lips almost brushed yours and asked, voice rough:

“You a virgin? Ever let a guy fuck this tight little ass?”

What a joke.

You didn’t want to drag this out anymore. You thought about lying out of pride, but what was the point? He already knew everything. So you told the truth, voice low and shaky.

“I-I’ve had sex before.”

Leon gave you a satisfied sideways smirk. His hand slid slowly down your chest, over your abs, until he wrapped his fingers tight around your cock. He squeezed hard, thumb brushing over the sensitive head. Fuck. You almost came right there—the pleasure hit like a violent wave, cock pulsing in his grip, precum leaking all over his fingers.

“Answer the question… has anyone ever fucked your ass?”

“Yeah, I have. Fuck. Please, just fuck me already!”

He liked that answer. He let go of your cock suddenly, leaving you throbbing and empty. In one fast move, he hooked your legs up, resting your heels on his broad shoulders. You were folded in half, completely exposed, vulnerable as hell.

“Of course you have, you little slut.”

He spat into his hand and rubbed the saliva over your hole with thick fingers. You were so sensitive that just the touch made your cock twitch again, leaking nonstop. Desperate as fuck. For a second you wondered if, in another situation, he’d even eat you out first. But the thought vanished when he lined up his cock and started pushing in.

It burned and stretched—the thick head forcing its way inside, no mercy. But it was the good kind of pain, the kind that made your whole body shake with a mix of pleasure and discomfort. You moaned low, hands fisting the sheets.

With a quick motion, Leon wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing hard enough to control your air. Cold fingers pressed into the sides, cutting off your breathing just enough to keep you right on the edge.

“Relax and let me in. I’m not gonna be gentle, so you better open up real nice… or it’s gonna hurt.”

Then, without warning, with one brutal thrust, Leon buried his entire cock inside your ass. The feeling was instant and vicious—a sharp pain that made your eyes slam shut, your whole body seizing up. It hurt like hell, like you were being split in half. A raw scream tore from your throat, but he cut it off with the pressure on your neck, turning it into a choked, broken moan.

But at the same time that it hurt like fuck, because the lust never let up, it was the best kind of pain. The kind that flips straight into pure pleasure, the kind that makes your body tremble and beg for more. Your cock pulsed hard, precum smearing across your stomach, and you felt his cock throbbing deep inside you, filling every inch.

He slowly loosened his grip on your throat, fingers leaving red marks on your skin. Then he grabbed your waist hard—big hands fitting perfectly like they’d always belonged there. And he started fucking you violently. His cock pulled out almost all the way, leaving you empty for a split second, before slamming back in with full force. His balls slapped against your ass with every thrust, wet and obscene, echoing in the room along with your moans and his.

It didn’t take long. The pleasure built way too fast, pooling in your neglected cock, and you came without a single touch. The orgasm ripped through you hard, hot spurts shooting across your chest, your neck, even hitting your own face. Your body convulsed, muscles clamping tight around him, squeezing the cock still pounding deep inside you.

Leon paused for a second, still buried to the hilt, and just watched. He stared at your cum like it was a work of art—something he’d created. Those blue eyes glowed with satisfaction.

“Fuck… I barely started and you already came all over yourself… so fucking sensitive.”

He let out a short, cruel snort. Grabbed your jaw hard, forcing you to look at him again, straight in the eyes.

“But… you’re still dying for more, aren’t you?”

And just like that, your body lit up again. A fresh wave of heat surged through you, urgent and burning. Your cock, which had barely started to soften, was rock-hard again in seconds. No matter how much your subconscious tried to scream that this was still wrong, manipulated, forced… you couldn’t deny it: that had been the best orgasm of your life. Bottoming had never felt this fucking good. Nothing compared to how perfect his cock felt inside you—thick, hot, hitting every spot exactly right.

Those few seconds he stayed buried inside you felt like forever. Without meaning to, a whiny, needy moan slipped from your lips—not too loud, but way softer than you usually sounded. Almost… feminine? Maybe. You didn’t care. You just wanted more. Maybe you’d both fuck until sunrise and you wouldn’t mind one bit.

“Leon… fuck me, please! I need more!”

He loved seeing you like this—begging for him. Who knows how long he’d been fantasizing about this moment, same as you. Both of you completely clueless about the other’s hunger, and now it was finally happening in the most fucked-up way possible.

“Call me sir, and beg again,” he said, tightening his grip on your waist—a delicious ache that made your cock twitch. “And use that little slut voice again. All whiny. I love hearing you like that.”

You didn’t hesitate. Closed your eyes for a second, took a shaky breath, then opened them and let your voice come out high, breathy, exactly how he wanted.

“Please, sir… I’m begging. My body hurts, like I’m on fire. Fuck me, please! Fuck me!”

You gave it everything—sounding like a pathetic little whore, something you’d never do in normal life. But lust makes you do shit you never imagined, right? Your voice came out trembling, desperate, genuinely pleading.

Leon smiled—wide, satisfied, almost proud. He leaned in closer, cock still buried deep, and whispered against your lips:

“That’s it… good boy. Now I’m gonna fuck you until you forget your own name.”

And then he started again—deep, brutal, merciless thrusts. Each one hitting so deep you moaned loud, your body arching to meet him. His hand returned to your throat, squeezing just enough to control your breathing, while the other gripped your thigh hard, keeping you spread open for him.

Ten minutes? Twenty? You had no idea. Time had turned into a sweaty, moaning, endless blur of pleasure. Leon had been pounding you long enough for you to cum a second time—another hard orgasm ripping through you, weaker spurts landing on your already messy chest, body convulsing around him. But he still hadn’t cum. Not even close.

Right after you came, he whispered hot against your sweaty skin, “You’re still so fucking horny.”

And it was true. It was insane, but the need wouldn’t fade. Your cock actually hurt now—oversensitive, throbbing from overuse—but it was still rock-hard, still begging. Your whole body shook, exhausted and starving at the same time.

“Alright, time to switch,” he said, slowly pulling out. The sudden emptiness made you whimper, like something vital had been ripped away.

He lay back on the bed, cock pointing straight up at the ceiling, shiny with lube and precum.

Wait. No way.

Noticing your confusion, he gave a mocking little laugh. “What? You really thought I was gonna let you fuck me?”

Yeah. You had. For one stupid second you thought maybe he’d let you flip it, that maybe it was just another way to control you. But no. He wanted you on top—but still completely under his control.

With your legs already shaking from exhaustion, you crawled over him until you were straddling his hips. Hands braced on his broad chest, feeling those firm muscles under your palms. He lined his cock up with your hole, just the tip, holding your waist to guide you.

You lost yourself for a second, staring at his face. That model face—intense blue eyes, parted lips, blond hair messy with sweat. For a moment you forgot everything else. Then a firm slap landed on your ass, stinging in the best way.

“Come on! I wanna feel you bouncing on my cock.”

You weren’t used to this position. You’d always been more of a “missionary” guy—well, daddy-and-daddy style. But the endless lust he kept feeding you pushed you forward. You started riding him slowly, rolling your hips in circles, taking him deeper and deeper. You could feel him filling every inch, hitting spots that made your vision blur. In a way, you felt in control like this—even though you knew he had total power over you.

High, whiny moans—exactly like he’d ordered—spilled loud from your lips. Breathy, slutty, echoing through the room. He seemed to enjoy it for a moment, hands gripping your waist, eyes half-closed in pleasure.

Then his expression changed suddenly.

“Fuck this.” In one fast, strong move he flipped you again. In a blink he was back on top, chest almost pressed to yours, heavy breathing on your face, eyes way too close. His body pinned you to the mattress, hot and heavy.

And then he pulled you into a kiss. Slow, almost romantic—soft lips, tongue exploring lazily, like it was the first time. Your heart slammed hard, a crazy contrast to everything that had happened before.

He broke the kiss and brought his lips to your ear, voice low and soft: “Cum for me, baby. One more time.”

Bipolar as fuck.

Still… somehow you were loving it. The sweet tone mixed with total dominance, the gentle kisses on your neck (no biting this time, just lips brushing), the slow, deep thrusts… it was confusing as hell, but so fucking good.

He kept going like that: slow and gentle, kissing your neck softly, his hand sliding down to your aching, oversensitive cock. He started stroking you lazily, thumb circling the head, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. You were scared he’d bite again, but he didn’t—just kissed, licked your skin, whispered low filthy-sweet things that made your body shake.

With every stroke of his hand on your cock you got closer to the edge. A little more and you’d cum again (if there was even anything left). He kissed your mouth again, hungrier this time—tongue invading, teeth grazing your bottom lip. His thrusts grew harder, faster, jerking you off at the same pace.

Your whole body tensed. Pleasure crashed over you like a wave you couldn’t stop. You moaned loud into his mouth and came for the third time—weak but intense, cum leaking down your stomach, body convulsing underneath him. Legs shaking, vision blurry, heart racing.

Leon didn’t stop. He kept fucking you slowly now, like he was savoring every second, kissing your neck while you panted, exhausted and still so fucking sensitive.

A few minutes later he sped up again. The thrusts turned brutal, no mercy—deep, fast, violent. Leon held your waist in a death grip, face buried in your neck, low growls and curses slipping between his teeth. “Fuck… yeah… take it all…” He muttered incoherent shit, voice shaking with pleasure.

Then, with one final, savage thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. His body shuddered, muscles tight, and you felt the heat explode deep inside—thick, hot spurts filling you up, over and over. The feeling was strangely perfect after all that exhaustion: warm, full, claimed. His last spasm came with a low groan against your skin, and then his heavy body collapsed on top of yours, pressing you into the mattress. His sweat dripped all over you, mixing with yours, the thick smell of sex and blood filling the air. You felt disgusting, filthy, sticky… but you had zero strength to care. You were so exhausted you almost passed out right there, eyes heavy, breathing slow.

Leon moved first. He lifted his head slowly and started covering you in soft little kisses—your cheek, your forehead, your nose, and finally your mouth. Gentle, almost sweet kisses. He looked so… different now. Face relaxed, a goofy little smile on his lips, those blue eyes soft as he looked at you like you were the most precious thing in the world. Nothing like the monster from minutes ago.

Then the shock hit. You realized everything. You wanted to feel guilty. Wanted to blame him for forcing you, hurting you, controlling you. But deep down… the only real order he’d given was making you horny. Everything else? You’d done it willingly. Yeah, you’d been scared of dying if you fought back, but you could’ve fought harder. Could’ve said no. Could’ve just stayed still. Instead you’d let the pleasure take over. You’d cum three times. You’d begged. You’d moaned like a whore. You’d ridden him. You’d fucked the guy who broke into your house, humiliated you, broke your arm (even if it healed), bit you, controlled you. And you’d loved it. Fuck… you’d loved every second.

Noticing the shift in your expression—the way your body tensed, eyes going distant—Leon gently cupped your chin, no pressure this time, thumb stroking your sweaty cheek.

“Hey… what’s wrong? It’s okay… just relax.”

He pressed another soft kiss to your lips, slow and soothing. And just like that… your body melted. The memories of pain and fear faded into the back of your mind, like someone had turned the volume all the way down. You felt calm. Really, really calm. He was being so gentle now. He was gentle. He’d always been.

“Come on… I think we need a bath after all that mess, don’t you?”

He pulled out of you slowly. You felt his cum leaking out—thick, warm, sticky, soaking into the sheets that were already ruined with sweat, dried blood, and cum. He got up from the bed and, without a word, scooped you up bridal-style. Strong arms holding you like you weighed nothing.

You didn’t even think to question it. Just let him take care of everything. And fuck, he was strong—holding you with one arm while he drained the old bathwater, then turned the faucet on to fill it with fresh warm water. Steam started rising, filling the small bathroom with a clean, cozy scent.

You were hypnotized. Just watching his every move, staring at that gorgeous face, fighting not to let a stupid smile break across your lips. It felt like being drunk. Drunk on Leon.

When the tub was full, Leon stepped in with you still in his arms, warm water rising around both of you. He sat back against the edge, settling you carefully between his legs, your back pressed to his broad, warm chest. His arms wrapped around you completely, like you were something precious he’d never let go.

It felt so good, so relaxing after all that… after all what? You knew something bad had happened, but it felt like a distant dream now, fading away the second you woke up. It didn’t matter, right? You were with Leon. He loved you, and you loved him. It was that simple.

The thought made a goofy smile spread across your face and a soft little giggle slipped out, almost too quiet to hear. Leon noticed instantly.

“What is it, baby? You happy?”

You nodded, letting out a whiny little “yeah,” voice soft and sleepy.

He pressed a long kiss to the top of your head, then grabbed the bottle of bubble bath and poured in a generous amount. The gentle scent of lavender filled the air—soothing, perfect. His hands started roaming over your tired muscles, probably sore from that brutal day at the precinct. The touch was gentle, sliding from your shoulders, down your chest, stopping at your waist.

Leon shifted slowly, kissing your lips softly, then ran his hands up your arms, firmer this time.

You felt a tiny… twinge? Not quite pain. Just a little discomfort. Nothing that mattered. You could stay like this forever—in his arms, floating between sleep and awake, where everything was peace and love.

“Baby?” he called, voice low and sweet.

“Mmm?” You hummed, turning your face just a little.

“You’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you?”

It almost sounded like a silly question now. He already knew the answer. You cleared your throat and shifted slightly, chin resting on his chest, eyes full of love as you looked up at him.

“I’d do anything for you. No matter what.”

He smiled, thumb brushing your cheek again.

“You’d die for me?”

Without hesitation, you answered, “Without thinking twice.”

He let out a soft, satisfied laugh.

“That’s too easy…” He cupped your face with both hands now, eyes locked on yours. “Would you live for me? Live with me for the rest of eternity, until the last living thing dies and it’s just us?”

A huge smile broke across your face at the thought. You knew it was impossible—humans die—but you answered with total honesty anyway.

“There’s nothing I’d want more than that, silly.”

His eyes sparkled, like he’d just heard exactly what he wanted.

And then came a slightly… different question.

“Baby… one more thing.”

He turned you so your back was against his chest again, bodies flush, arms wrapped tight around you.

“What?”

You asked, and suddenly his wrist was right by your mouth—deep bite marks still bleeding slowly. You almost panicked. You wanted to help him. Why was he bleeding? But his voice calmed you instantly, like always.

“It’s okay, baby. I’m fine, don’t worry.” His voice was soft, reassuring. “I just need you to open your mouth and drink some of my blood. Just a few sips… just to make sure you come back.”

The words didn’t really make sense, but you trusted him. You trusted him completely.

“Okay… I trust you,” you said, taking his wrist and sucking gently at the blood. Three slow swallows, the sweet taste filling your mouth.

You pulled away and he held you again. One hand firm on your chin, the other behind your head—a little too tight, but you didn’t want to upset him.

You just wanted to ask one quick question, then you’d go back to being quiet and not bothering him. Back to enjoying the peace between you two.

“Leon?”

“Yes, baby?”

“What did you mean by… ‘make sure you come back’? I’m not going any—”

He cut you off mid-sentence. The pressure on your neck tightened, clamping your mouth shut.

“It’s okay, baby. It won’t hurt at all.”

The pressure grew. You felt a flash of fear for just a second—but you knew he’d never really hurt you. And then your neck twisted sharply to the side with a clean, soft crack. Everything went black.

It was… weird being… dead? You didn’t think anything, didn’t feel anything, didn’t see anything. But somehow you felt the emptiness, the nothing, the total absence of everything. Absolute silence inside your head, like the whole world had been switched off.

Then, slowly, the feelings started coming back. Like a candle wick catching fire, a flame flickering to life. First came the cold, then the weight of your body, then air forcing its way into your lungs. And with a startled gasp—like you were about to fall off a cliff—you woke up. You sucked in a harsh breath, like you’d been drowning for hours and finally broke the surface. Your heart pounded loud, each beat echoing in slow motion in your ears. Your vision steadied, the bedroom slowly coming back into focus.

You felt… different. Strange. Stronger, but emptier at the same time. Like something essential had been ripped out and replaced with something else.

It felt like waking up from a nightmare. The memories came back blurry and hard, like old film reels. This couldn’t have happened. It had to be just a dream. It had to be.

But it had all felt so fucking real.

You were in your bedroom, lying on the bed, wearing a plain black t-shirt and jeans. You’d slept in jeans? Everything felt off. The bed was too neatly made, the room too clean. Like someone had wiped everything down.

As you sat up, you felt a twinge in your neck. Then the flash hit: his teeth, the pain, the crack, the darkness.

Leon.

The memories slammed back with brutal clarity. Every detail: his face, his taste, his hands on you, the control, the sex, the bath, the “forever.” He’d been here. He’d done all of it. He’d killed you.

Rage boiled in your chest, mixed with pure terror. Fear of him. Fear of what he could do to you again. Fear of what you’d become.

But… that didn’t make sense. If he’d really killed you, how were you alive now? How were you breathing, feeling your heart beat?

Then the thirst hit. Not normal thirst. Hunger. A hunger that burned in your throat, your stomach, your teeth—insatiable, urgent, like every cell in your body was screaming for something hot and alive. You shot up too fast, vision blurring for a second, and ran barefoot to the kitchen.

You ripped open the fridge and chugged the water bottle, long desperate gulps one after another. The water went down cold, but the thirst didn’t ease. Not even a little. You dropped the bottle, frantic, searching for anything to eat. Fruit, veggies, canned shit… everything smelled disgusting. You fought the urge to vomit, hand over your mouth.

“What the fuck is happening to me?”

Then you felt a presence. Somehow you just knew who it was. Your head turned automatically toward the doorway leading to the living room.

Leon was standing there, wearing the same clothes you remembered from the “dream”: black t-shirt, jeans. Blue eyes fixed on you, way too calm.

He broke the silence.

“Food or water won’t kill that hunger.”

He took a step forward. You stepped back on instinct.

“W-what did you do to me?” Your voice came out shaky, terrified. You still feared he could hurt you again, crawl back into your head. “I… I remember what you did… I…”

Tears started stinging your eyes. You tried to keep your voice steady.

“What happened? Please.”

He took another step closer, but you stayed frozen, fear gluing your feet to the floor.

“You said you’d stay with me forever… don’t you remember?”

That pissed you off. He knew damn well none of what you’d said had been your choice.

“You made me!” You spat through clenched teeth.

“NONE OF WHAT I DID WAS BECAUSE I WANTED TO!”

You suddenly screamed, pointing right in his face.

“You know that!”

You were about to say more when hesitant footsteps at the front door cut you off. A young guy, maybe twenty at most, light brown hair and matching eyes, stopped in the doorway. Navy-blue pizza delivery uniform, hot pizza box in his right hand, confused and a little scared.

“Uh… sorry to interrupt… but is this where the pizza was ordered?”

His voice was low, almost shy. He’d probably heard your shouting echoing through the house. He glanced quickly at the broken door—splintered wood, bent hinges—then at the two of you, like he was deciding whether to step in or run.

You opened your mouth to scream “No, get out, run!” but Leon answered first, voice calm and steady.

“Yeah. Right here.”

You frowned, turning to look at him. Leon glanced at you sideways, a subtle glint in those blue eyes.

“I figured you’d be starving when you woke up, so I ordered you a little snack.”

He stepped closer, voice dropping to a whisper only you could hear: “Your first one.”

And then it all clicked. A cold snap in your mind. The hunger burning in your throat, your stomach, your teeth… it wasn’t food. It was blood. Human blood.

That’s why Leon had drunk yours. That’s why he could crawl inside your head and control you like a puppet. That’s why he made you drink his blood and then snapped your neck in the tub. He hadn’t killed you to end you—he’d killed you to turn you. To make you just like him.

A chill ran down your spine. You were a monster now. A predator starving for blood. The cop who’d sworn to protect people… had become the opposite.

The kid was still standing in the doorway, voice shaking:

“It’s… twelve dollars, delivery included.”

Leon tilted his head toward him.

“Go on… you have to do this, or you’ll die.”

The words came out just loud enough for the kid to hear. He swallowed hard, a nervous laugh escaping.

“I’ll… just leave it here and go, no need to worry about the money.”

He bent down to set the box on the floor, already turning to run. You wanted him to run. You wanted to scream at him to run. But Leon didn’t let him.

“No. You’re not going anywhere.”

Leon looked straight into the kid’s eyes. The boy froze mid-motion, body rigid, like he’d been turned to stone.

“Leon, please… let him go!” You begged, voice breaking, fresh tears spilling. “He has nothing to do with this!”

The kid was trembling hard, breathing fast, eyes wide with terror. He was feeling exactly what you’d felt hours ago: his body no longer obeyed him. He strained against his own muscles, grunting in pain and desperation, but nothing happened.

Leon ignored your plea.

“Pizza guy…” He took slow steps forward, stopping on the living room rug. “Tell me your name.”

Even while crying, desperate, not understanding any of it, the kid couldn’t stop himself from answering.

“Ty-Tyler.”

Leon smiled—small, satisfied.

“Tyler. Perfect.”

You just watched, paralyzed, not knowing what to do.

“Tyler… come here.”

The kid walked slowly, legs shaking, like every step hurt.

“How are you doing this to me?” he asked, voice cracking. No answer.

He stopped right in front of you both, eyes huge, tears streaming down his face. Pure terror.

Your lips were trembling. You didn’t want to hurt him. You didn’t. But the hunger… the hunger was killing you from the inside.

Leon turned to you.

“Go on, Y/N. You HAVE to do this.”

You didn’t argue anymore. But you still didn’t want to. You were sobbing hard, feeling sorry for that innocent kid, but the hunger was stronger. So much stronger.

You took a step forward.

And broke down crying right in front of him.

“Tyler, I’m so sorry, please! I’m so fucking sorry!”

You put a shaky hand on his shoulder. But then his words shattered your heart into a thousand pieces.

“Officer, please! Don’t hurt me!”

(he’d probably seen the patrol car in your driveway)

You froze. You couldn’t. You were a good man—that’s why you became a cop. To protect people. To defend the innocent. Not to hurt. Not to kill.

You looked at Leon, tears pouring down.

“I’m not doing this. I’d rather die.”

Leon let out a deep, tired sigh, almost exasperated.

“For fuck’s sake, the drama.”

“Damn, I still have so much to teach you.”

He looked into Tyler’s eyes one more time.

“Tyler… don’t make a sound.”

Then he bit brutally into the kid’s neck. Deep, fast. Tyler’s body jerked hard, but he didn’t scream—just let out a soft, choked groan of pain, eyes glassy.

Leon released him. Blood poured freely, hot, soaking the navy-blue uniform.

You wanted to feel sick. Wanted to vomit, cry harder, run. But all you felt was desire. An animal, primal need to feed.

For a moment, you stopped being human. Stopped thinking. There was only the hunger.

You lunged. Sank your teeth into Tyler’s neck. The first gulp was explosive—hot, sweet, alive. You sucked desperately, long greedy swallows, barely swallowing before pulling more. You held Tyler tight, arms crushing the body that was already going limp. You were sobbing loudly, sobs mixing with the wet sounds of feeding.

“I’m sorry… Tyler, forgive me… I’m so sorry…”

But you didn’t stop. You couldn’t stop. You drank until his body went completely still in your hands. Blood ran down your chin, your neck, staining the black t-shirt. When you finished, you let Tyler drop. The body hit the floor with a dull thud.

You were panting, more aware now, the hunger satisfied for the moment. You looked at your shaking hands, red with blood. Looked at the body on the floor. Looked at Leon.

His eyes were completely red, veins standing out around them, face smeared with blood. He pulled you into a kiss—lips crashing against yours, fresh blood mixing between your mouths. A hungry, desperate, possessive kiss. You kissed him back without thinking, tongue meeting his, the metallic heat filling everything.

When he broke the kiss, you spoke, voice raw and broken:

“I hate you for this. For turning me into a monster just like you.”

Leon breathed hard, still holding you close, hand firm on the back of your neck.

“I know. But still… I love you. And with time, you’ll love me too.”

You shook your head, tears mixing with blood on your face.

“No I won’t… but fuck it for now. I’m still hungry. I need more.”

Leon moved slowly. He pulled the car keys from his pocket and dangled them in the air. Then he held out his empty hand to you.

“Come on… we have to leave town before sunrise. There’s still so much you need to learn.”

You stepped over Tyler’s body. Took one last look at him on the floor—uniform stained, eyes open and empty. Then you reached out and took Leon’s hand.

You didn’t say anything. Didn’t question it. All of this was new to you now, but there was no going back. He’d turned you into a monster. Into a killer. The young cop you used to be was dead. And a new version of you had just been born.

Notes: So,hi. Its been a while,and yes,this one still is one of the fics a have ready on Wattpad,and actually is THE FIRST ONE I've wrote. And am sorry but it's cringe imo😭 anyway, try to enjoy it.💋

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Your parents separated when you were ten years old. Custody went to your mother because your father was an alcoholic with a police record. In a way, it was a relief—at least the constant fighting stopped. For years after that, it was just you and her. The house stayed in your names, so you didn’t have to worry about rent. Things were… manageable. Reasonably okay.

Some time after you turned fifteen, your mom started dating Mark. You didn’t like him from the very first moment you saw him. It was like you could see straight through him—like you could peer into his soul. He seemed nice and gentle to everyone else, but you saw what no one else did. He wasn’t a good person.

Little by little, the distance between you and your mom grew. She gave you less and less attention every day, practically replacing you with her new boyfriend.

Not long after, Mark moved in. And that’s when everything truly fell apart. Whatever scraps of attention you still got from your mom vanished completely. She only spoke to you when it was absolutely urgent.

From day one, Mark made crude jokes or did things just to get under your skin, always wearing that smug little smirk. It was obvious to anyone who paid attention, but your mom acted like she didn’t notice—she’d ignore it or even laugh along with him.

A few months later, you came out to her as gay. Surprisingly, for a short while, she seemed closer to you—more attentive, like she actually cared about what you’d told her. But it didn’t last. Soon enough, she pulled away again completely. She didn’t even notice when you stopped eating, or when you were clearly drunk right in front of her.

The final straw came one night after you’d argued with her. You stormed upstairs and locked yourself in your room. Then your stepdad showed up, just to twist the knife a little deeper.

“If you hate this house so much, why don’t you just run away?” he said, with that same sideways smirk he always wore when he took a jab at you.

In the middle of the night, his words kept echoing in your head. He always said awful things—this wasn’t new—but for once, it felt like he’d actually said something useful. Run away. But to where? You didn’t even have friends anymore. Then it hit you: maybe you could go to your dad’s place. You hadn’t seen him in years, but you still traded messages every now and then.

So that’s exactly what you did.

The night was cold, and the silence of the streets only made everything feel more suffocating. The faint glow of the streetlights cast distorted shadows across the asphalt as you wandered aimlessly, trying to push down the regret that was starting to creep into your chest. The backpack on your shoulders felt heavier than it should, like it was carrying all the thoughts and feelings you wanted to leave behind. But there was no turning back now.

The distant rumble of an engine cut through the silence of the early hours. You turned quickly, only to be blinded by the headlights of a car slowing down beside you.

When you glanced over, startled, you caught a brief glimpse of a police officer inside the patrol car. The light bar on the roof was still flashing until he switched it off.

“Hey, kid. It’s pretty late to be walking alone out here. You okay?”

The officer asked, his expression showing mild concern as he looked you up and down, his gaze finally settling on your backpack.

“What’s in the bag? Heading to crash at your girlfriend’s place? Or a friend’s?”

He continued, keeping pace with you at a crawl.

“Uh… yeah, I’m going to sleep over at a friend’s…”

You lied, avoiding eye contact as much as possible while gripping the straps of your backpack tightly.

“Well, hop in. I’ll give you a ride.”

He leaned over to unlock and open the passenger door for you.

“Thanks, officer, but it’s not far. Just a few more minutes and I’ll be there.”

Your voice came out shaky.

“Get in, kid. It’s dangerous walking these streets alone at night. You could run into some creep or a mugger.”

He turned the wheel slightly, easing the cruiser in front of you and blocking your path.

“Get in. That’s not a request—it’s an order.”

His voice was firm, but there wasn’t any real harshness in it. You could tell he was trying to sound authoritative without coming across as a jerk.

You hesitated for less than a second, took a deep breath, and climbed into the car. You shut the door and settled into the seat.

“You got a name, kid? Or can I keep calling you that?”

He glanced at you quickly before starting the engine and pulling back onto the road.

“Hmm… my name’s (Y/N), sir.”

You stammered slightly, turning your face to finally meet his gaze.

The officer let out a soft chuckle and glanced over at you.

“Nice name… though I’m guessing it’s not American.” He paused, then added, “And you can just call me Leon. Leon Scott Kennedy.”

“Leon…” you repeated, testing it out. “That name really suits you, sir.”

You tried to hold eye contact despite the lingering shyness and nerves buzzing through you.

Leon kept driving until they reached a fork in the road with several directions.

“So… which way is this ‘friend’ of yours?”

He put a subtle emphasis on the word “friend.”

“Or is this the part where you tell me the truth?”

He shot you a sideways smirk, like he’d just uncovered your biggest secret. The intensity of those blue eyes sent a shiver racing up your spine, and you caught yourself staring a little too long at the sharp, striking features of the older man behind the wheel.

“You ran away from home, didn’t you? Let me guess… fight with your parents?”

Leon pulled the cruiser over onto the shoulder, turning his full attention to you.

You hesitated for a moment, fidgeting nervously with your fingers.

“You got me… I ran away.” You forced a weak laugh. “But don’t worry—I’m not underage, so it’s not like I’m some missing kid case, officer.”

Mentioning that you were of age seemed to spark something in Leon’s eyes, like it was the confirmation he’d been waiting for before making any kind of move.

“Damn… and here I was all worried.” He let out a light, slightly forced chuckle. “So… got anywhere to go? An aunt? Grandparents? Or were you planning to spend the night under a bridge?”

You shifted in your seat, trying to sit up straighter before answering.

“Well… I was planning to go to my dad’s place. He lives in the next town over, but… I don’t actually know the exact neighborhood or street.”

You rubbed the back of your neck, a little embarrassed by your own lack of planning.

Leon shook his head with a small, amused smile. “Well, well… you were heading to a place you don’t even know how to find.” He sighed softly. “If that was your only option, then I’m guessing you don’t really have anywhere to go tonight.”

“Yeah… I guess not,” you mumbled, staring down at your sneakers.

“Well… you’re not leaving me much choice here, kid.” He started the engine again and took the middle road. “I’m taking you back to my place for the night. Tomorrow you can figure out your dad’s address, and I’ll drive you there myself.”

“What? Your place?” You blinked in surprise. “N-no… I don’t want to impose. I’ll… I’ll be fine. I can manage.”

Your hand moved to the door handle, ready to open it, but Leon hit the lock button first, trapping you inside. Then he reached over and placed his larger hand gently but firmly over yours.

“No way. As an officer of the law, I can’t risk leaving you out on the streets alone. You’re coming with me—you won’t be any trouble.”

His voice was reassuring, his hand still resting on yours, sending a jolt of electricity up your arm. Being this close let you catch the scent of his cologne—woody with a hint of citrus, mixed with the faint, masculine edge of sweat. Before pulling away and settling back into his seat, he flicked his gaze down to your lips for just a split second.

Leon gripped the steering wheel with one hand while the other rested casually on his thigh. A barely-there smirk played on his lips, like he was genuinely enjoying the situation.

“So you ran away from home and have no clue where your dad lives… Are you brave, or just a little reckless?”

His teasing tone made heat rush to your face. You ducked your head, shrugging your shoulders.

“Hey, no need to look like that,” Leon said, that charming smile still in place. “Lucky for you, I found you first. I’m willing to bet there are plenty of people out there who’d love to stumble across a lost kid like you in the middle of the night…”

The way he said it sent another shiver down your spine. You tried to ignore how his eyes scanned you with that playful glint, like he was testing your reaction on purpose.

“But now… what am I supposed to do with you?” he murmured, tapping his fingers thoughtfully on the wheel. “Seems kind of unfair to leave a cute kid like you out there, at the mercy of whatever’s lurking.”

Your eyes widened, your heart skipping a beat.

“C-cute?!”

Leon let out a low laugh, glancing away from the road just long enough to catch your expression.

“Ah, so you react to compliments? Interesting…”

You opened your mouth to protest, but all that came out was an embarrassed stutter. The officer’s smile only grew.

“Look, I’m taking you back to my place. It’s the best option right now,” he said, turning the wheel to pull onto another street. “Unless you’d rather sleep on the street—but I have a feeling you wouldn’t last long out there.”

You crossed your arms, trying to salvage some dignity.

“I could handle myself just fine…”

“Sure you could,” Leon agreed sarcastically, shooting you a quick look. “But honestly? I’d rather keep you where I can keep an eye on you… much safer that way.”

And in that moment—with his words hanging in the quiet of the car and those intense blue eyes fixed on you—you realized this night was about to get a lot more interesting than you’d bargained for.

Leon pulled into the driveway and closed the garage door behind you. He walked toward the entrance, pausing before opening it.

“Just don’t mind the mess… you know, it’s not easy keeping house as a single guy.” He let out a soft, nasal chuckle before pushing the door open.

He flicked on the light, revealing the interior. It wasn’t messy or dirty at all—honestly, it felt warm and inviting.

“Make yourself at home. I need to grab a quick shower, but feel free to raid the fridge—there’s water, soda, and if I remember right, half a pizza left over.”

His voice grew fainter as he headed toward his bedroom.

While Leon was in the shower, you took the opportunity to look around his furniture and decor, searching for anything that caught your eye. You were browsing through his DVD collection when he suddenly walked into the living room, catching you off guard. You quickly shoved the DVD in your hand back onto the shelf, pretending you hadn’t been snooping.

Your eyes widened a little when you saw him—wrapped only in a towel from the waist down, his body and hair still dripping wet. Droplets of water trailed slowly down the curves of his defined muscles. You were so mesmerized, so drawn in, that you didn’t even realize you’d been staring shamelessly for far longer than you meant to.

“Don’t worry… looking doesn’t hurt, does it?”

Leon said with a low chuckle, teasing you outright. His words snapped you back to reality, making you flush instantly.

“I… uh… sorry, I didn’t mean to stare…” You stammered awkwardly, still fighting the heat rising to your face.

“Oh, sure you didn’t,” Leon replied with a crooked grin, stepping closer slowly while running a hand through his wet hair—a blatant move to flex his bicep right in front of you.

“It’s okay… go ahead and look. I know you want to.”

He locked eyes with you, his gaze seductive, like a predator sizing up its prey.

“I wasn’t sure when I first saw you walking out there on the street… but after talking to you in the car for just a few minutes, I knew for certain. You’re gay.”

He closed the distance even more, letting you breathe in the fresh scent of his shower-warmed skin.

“I… I don’t know what you mean by that…”

You muttered, dropping your gaze to the floor, trying to ignore the butterflies exploding in your stomach and the sudden heat flooding your body. Even with your limited experience, you knew exactly what was about to happen.

Leon stepped in one last time, lifting his hand to gently tilt your chin up, forcing your eyes to meet his.

“What I mean is… this means we can make the most of it. Have some fun together.”

His finger brushed over your lower lip. Instinctively, you parted them, giving him better access.

“You know… I usually go for girls. But there’s something about you that’s been driving me fucking crazy since the moment I saw you. You’re hot as hell and cute as fuck.”

He leaned in slowly, his face inches from yours. Just as your lips were about to touch, he paused.

“Can I?”

He whispered. You nodded, eyes already closed. He didn’t wait long—starting with a slow, soft kiss, just lips against lips in a sensual, deliberate rhythm. Gradually, your tongues met, and the kiss deepened, growing hungrier. Leon walked you backward until your back hit the wall. He hooked one of your legs, gripping your thigh firmly as he devoured you—the hold so tight it almost hurt.

When you finally broke the kiss to catch your breath, you met his stare. He looked nothing like the charismatic, gentle cop you’d met just hours ago. Now, he was starving for you.

“Fuck… you’ve got me so hard right now.”

He grabbed your hand and guided it to his erection, pressing your palm against the rigid length straining under the towel.

“Look what you did to me… since it’s your fault, it’s only fair you help me out, don’t you think?”

He let out a wicked little laugh, that naughty glint still in his eyes. Then, in one swift motion, he tugged the towel loose and let it drop to the floor, revealing his thick, muscular thighs and his fully erect cock—already glistening at the tip with pre-cum.

You hesitated for a moment, but then slowly started stripping off your own clothes—jacket first, then shirt, and finally pants—until you were standing in front of the older man in nothing but your underwear.

Leon closed in again, pulling you by the waist into another scorching kiss. His hands slid down your sides and settled on your ass, squeezing hard.

“Goddamn… you’re so beautiful. So fucking perfect.”

He praised, his gaze dropping to your exposed body.

“Th-thank you…”

You managed to stammer, still reeling from the sudden, heated physical contact.

“Come on… let’s finish this in my bed.”

Leon said, tugging you by the hand. Once inside the bedroom, he gently pushed you onto the mattress, making you lie back.

His hands moved to the waistband of your underwear, slowly pulling it down. Your face burned with embarrassment, your heart racing at the thought of being completely naked in front of someone.

When he finally slid your underwear off, he wrapped one hand around your cock and stroked it softly a few times.

“Get on all fours and spread your legs wide for me, baby.”

His voice carried a dominant edge that sent a thrill through you.

You obeyed immediately, doing exactly as he said, waiting for his next move.

Leon bit his lip, his eyes devouring every inch of you as his large, warm hands slid up your thighs to your waist. He gripped your ass firmly, spreading his fingers across your skin before parting your legs even wider.

“Fuck… you’re this hot on purpose, huh?” Leon let out a low laugh, his voice thick with lust and admiration.

He leaned over you, his hot chest pressing against your bare back, his lips finding the sensitive skin of your neck. He trailed slow, wet kisses there, nipping lightly as his hands explored every curve.

“Feel how bad I want you?” he murmured against your skin, grinding his rigid erection against your ass, teasing you with slow friction.

A shiver shot down your spine, and a shy moan escaped your lips—making Leon smile against your neck.

“Don’t hold back, baby… I want to hear everything. I want to know how much you love what I’m doing to you.”

One hand slid down your stomach, wrapping around your cock and starting to stroke you slowly while his body stayed pressed against yours.

“You’re shaking, sweetheart… nervous? Excited?” Leon asked, feigning innocence as he picked up the pace, drawing a trembling gasp from you.

He chuckled softly, loving your reactions. Then, with his free hand, he delivered a sharp smack to your ass, the sound echoing through the room.

“Get ready, baby… because I haven’t even really started.”

His hands gripped your waist again, fingers digging in like he was memorizing you. He landed another hard spank, watching the way your ass jiggled from the impact.

“Shit… look at you, so obedient on all fours like this… If you knew how fucking hard this is making me, baby.”

He lowered himself, pressing wet kisses along your inner thighs while holding your waist steady. You felt his hot breath against your skin, getting closer and closer to your tight hole.

Then, without warning, his warm tongue slid over it—pulling a surprised, needy moan from you.

“Ahh, you like that, huh?” He laughed against your skin before licking again, slower this time, exploring every sensitive spot.

He gripped your cheeks and spread them wider, exposing you completely. “So fucking tight… just looking at it makes me want to bury my cock deep inside.”

His tongue worked expertly—alternating between slow, deliberate licks and intense suction. When he started sucking, your legs nearly gave out. He let out a rough moan against you, clearly loving every second.

“Fuck, baby, you taste so good… I’m gonna fuck this tight little hole until it’s molded to me.”

He traced a finger over your saliva-slick entrance and chuckled low. “So warm… pulsing for me. Tell me, baby—are you desperate to feel my cock?”

All you could manage was a whiny moan in response, and Leon nipped at your ass, satisfied.

“That’s what I like… getting you all submissive, moaning just for me.”

He gave one last long, deep lick before pulling back slightly, climbing over you again so you could feel his hardness pressed against your heated skin.

“Now, baby… I think you’re ready for me, right?”

He gripped his cock and slid it along your entrance, teasing without pushing in.

“Beg for it… I want to hear you say how bad you want my cock in that tight little hole.”

You let out a frustrated moan as Leon kept teasing, sliding his hot, throbbing length between your cheeks without filling you. The friction made you shiver all over, desire burning through you.

“P-please, Leon…” Your voice came out needy and shaky, your whole body begging.

“Hm? Didn’t quite catch that, baby.” He pressed just the head against your entrance, pushing slightly but holding back.

“I want… I want your cock inside me, please…” You arched your ass higher, desperate for him.

Leon let out a low, rough laugh, his fingers digging into your hips. “Fuck, you sound so damn cute begging like that… But since you asked so nicely, I’ll give you what you want.”

Without another word, he pushed in—slowly at first, letting you feel every inch as your hole stretched around him. You let out a long, drawn-out moan, clutching the sheets as he filled you completely.

“Shit… so fucking tight… taking me so well…” Leon groaned against your nape, gripping your waist hard.

He started moving—slow, deep thrusts at first, making sure you felt every detail. But soon the lust took over; he tightened his hold and picked up the pace.

“That’s it… fuck… look at you swallowing me whole…” His voice was rough, breath hot against your skin.

Each thrust drew louder moans from you, your body arching instinctively with the overwhelming pleasure. You felt him hitting that perfect spot inside, making your head spin.

“Ahh, Leon… harder…” You begged between moans, craving him even deeper.

Leon grabbed your wrists, pinning them behind your back as he fucked you faster, his moans mixing with yours. “Feels that good, baby? Want me to fuck you nice and hard?”

He flipped you onto your back without pulling out, wanting to see your face—your expression completely lost in pleasure. He hooked your thighs, folding your legs back and pounding deep and fast.

“Look at me while I make you come…” he ordered, those blue eyes dark with desire locked on yours.

Every thrust made your body writhe, the orgasm building like a tidal wave.

“Come on, baby, come for me…” Leon groaned, speeding up until your whole body shook.

You couldn’t hold back—you came with a needy cry, trembling as you clenched around him.

“Fuck… fuck…” Leon cursed, feeling you tighten even more.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, gripping your waist bruisingly as he gave a few erratic thrusts before groaning loudly, spilling deep inside you.

The heat of his cum filled you completely, and he kept moving slowly, drawing out every last drop.

When he finally stilled, he stayed inside for a moment, breathing heavily against your sweaty skin.

“Damn…” He laughed softly, pressing a lazy kiss to your neck. “That was fucking incredible.”

He pulled back slightly, glancing down to watch his cum leaking out of you.

“Hm… think I filled you up a little too much, huh?” He smirked, dipping a finger into the mess and bringing it to his mouth, eyes locked on yours with that wicked grin.

Author's note:IM BACK! sooo.. i gave up on my leon x male oc fic.. i cannot write something with more than 4 chapters most. ✋🏻💀. anyway,as you noticed,in this one leon will be toxic and a little aggressive,if that triggers you just don't read pls. Hope you enjoyyy!! :)

Ever since you first met, over a year ago, you and Leon had been practically inseparable. He’d always had that reserved, almost distant way about him, but for some reason, right from the start, he opened up to you in a way he didn’t with anyone else. At first, your friendship grew fast—late-night conversations, laughing over work stories, little teases that slowly turned into something more. Before either of you realized it, you were already sharing the same apartment… and not long after, the same heart.

Your relationship had always been intense. Leon wasn’t the type to talk much about feelings, but he showed them in other ways—pulling you close whenever someone looked at you for too long, holding your hand a little too tightly without noticing, protecting you as if you were the most precious thing he’d ever had. From the very beginning, he’d been jealous. The kind of jealous that was possessive, the kind that made it painfully clear you were his and no one else’s. But you? You liked it. You liked how much he wanted you, how his eyes would darken whenever he felt something—or someone—might take you away from him.

But Leon’s work as a government agent had always been relentless. Unpredictable hours, sleepless nights—you saw him come home exhausted more often than not. It was unfair. He gave so much of himself, worked harder than he should’ve, and almost never had time for himself. Until, finally, he managed to get some time off. His first real vacation since starting the job.

And that’s how you both ended up here, about to set off on a trip Leon so clearly needed. Days of sun, the ocean, and—maybe—a chance to finally relax without a care in the world. Or at least, that’s what you hoped… because with Leon, there was always that spark of intensity that never truly let him rest.

The sun was already beginning to dip below the horizon when you two hit the road. The trip wasn’t long, but just enough to create that calm atmosphere where the silence between you felt comfortable. The wind blew in through the cracked window, messing up Leon’s hair as he drove with one hand on the wheel and the other resting lazily on your thigh. A simple touch, but one that made it clear that even without words, he liked having you close.

On the radio, Come as You Are by Nirvana played softly, filling the car with that slow, heavy melody. You drummed your fingers against the dashboard in time with the music, eyes watching the scenery roll by.

“It’s been a while since we’ve done something like this,” you said, turning your head to look at him.

Leon gave a half-smile—the kind that only showed up when he was really at ease. “Yeah… I almost forgot what it’s like to not have an earpiece in listening to orders.”

You laughed, leaning a little closer to him. The late-afternoon heat made everything feel slower, lazier, and the way his thumb traced lazy circles over your leg was almost hypnotic.

“If you want, I could start giving you orders now,” you teased.

Leon let out a short chuckle through his nose, shaking his head. “Funny…” He gave your thigh a light squeeze before sliding his hand up to the back of your neck, pulling you just a little closer. “But I like it better this way…”

The road stretched out in front of you, and for a moment it felt like time slowed down—just you two, the empty highway, and the music keeping pace with the moment.

The drive stayed calm, but the fuel gauge said it was time to stop. Leon steered the car toward a lonely gas station, surrounded by nothing but road and a few scattered trees. He parked by the pump and got out to refuel, stretching briefly before grabbing the nozzle.

“I’ll grab us something to drink,” you called, unbuckling your seat belt.

Leon just nodded, his eyes a little tired, unhurried. But as soon as you walked into the small convenience store, his gaze instinctively followed you through the glass.

Inside, the place smelled of plastic, old coffee, and shelf-stocked goods. You walked over to the fridge, grabbed two cans of energy drink, and headed to the counter. The clerk—a guy around your age, maybe a little older—looked up at you with a friendly smile.

“Evening! Just this?” he asked casually.

You nodded quickly, pulling some cash from your pocket. “Yeah, just this. Thanks.”

Your reply was shy but polite, your smile polite too—maybe a little too polite. You always tried to be nice, even in the smallest interactions. As the clerk rang up your drinks, you glanced away automatically.

Leon watched the whole thing from outside through the store window. At first, he didn’t think much of it. But then he saw the clerk smiling a little too much.

And he saw the way you, without meaning to, tilted your head slightly while you spoke, your fingers nervously sliding along the counter. He knew that gesture. You did it when you were trying to be polite, when you wanted to seem approachable. But the clerk? That guy was clearly enjoying the interaction.

What really made Leon’s blood boil, though, was the look the clerk gave you as you turned to leave.

A quick glance—almost imperceptible—dragging down your body in a way that was downright obvious.

Leon’s jaw clenched immediately, his grip on the gas pump tightening harder than necessary. A heavy impulse rose in his chest—a nearly uncontrollable urge to storm inside and remind that guy exactly who you belonged to.

But he held himself back. For now.

When you walked out of the store holding the cans, your eyes met his instantly. Leon’s were dark, almost predatory. You frowned slightly, confused at the intensity in his stare.

“What?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Leon didn’t answer right away. He just took one of the cans from your hand, popped it open, and took a long drink. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, rough-edged.

“Nothing…” He leaned a little toward you, his gaze fixed. “Just hope you’re not out here handing out smiles for free.”

You rolled your eyes, climbing back into the passenger seat and buckling up before cracking open your own drink. You took a long sip before answering.

“Seriously?” you said with a forced laugh, annoyed at Leon’s tone. “You’re jealous just because I talked to another guy?” You turned slightly to face him as he started the engine.

“It’s not just that you talked…” he muttered with disdain, his brow furrowing as he pulled back onto the road. “It’s the way you smiled. All friendly…”

You sighed, already knowing where this was headed.

“Alright, Leon. Forget it. It’s over. Let’s not ruin our vacation over something stupid, okay?”

His expression softened a bit then, and he set his hand on your bare knee.

“And then there’s the way you dress… those tiny shorts, those tight little shirts…” he said, his voice softer now. “It’s like you’re asking to be looked at. Asking for them to stare…”

“Oh, now my clothes are a problem? I thought you liked them!” you shot back, a little indignant—how dare he?

“That’s not the problem, baby. I do like how you dress… but when it’s just you and me.”

“You going out like that doesn’t make things any easier for me…”

“Fine! If that’s the issue I’ll change when we get there!” you snapped, raising your voice more than you meant to. “I’ll spend my summer vacation in long sleeves because of you, if that’s what you want!”

“No… that’s not what I want. Screw the clothes,” he said at last, ending the small argument, his thumb rubbing gently over your knee as if trying to soothe you. “Just don’t go smiling at other guys and we’re good…”

The drive to the beach house you’d rented had taken quite a while. About an hour after the gas station stop, you finally arrived and immediately made yourselves comfortable.

It was a wooden house, fully embracing that classic beach vibe—pastel colors and furniture made of wood as well, giving it a rustic charm.

After putting your clothes away in the closet, you took a shower and then returned to the bedroom wearing only a white boxer brief that hugged your thighs and backside.

You lay down next to Leon, who was already dozing off, but he stirred when you shifted on the bed. You were lying on your back when you felt him slide closer, wrapping his arms around you from behind and resting his head in the curve of your neck.

You were still a bit upset with him over earlier today, but even so, you didn’t pull away—and eventually, you fell asleep like that.

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The next morning, sunlight filtered through the cracks in the curtains, gently bathing the room in a golden glow. You stirred in bed, feeling Leon’s warm body still pressed against yours. During the night, he had pulled you closer, his slow breaths brushing against your neck.

You opened your eyes slowly, remembering the argument from the day before. A sigh escaped your lips. Leon could be stubborn, but you knew he didn’t mean any harm.

Carefully getting up so as not to wake him, you went to the bathroom and then put on your swim trunks—a piece you knew Leon probably wouldn’t like, but you weren’t about to give it up just to soothe his jealousy. When you stepped out of the bedroom, Leon was already standing there, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his bare chest, his gaze slowly roaming over your body.

“Looking good,” he commented, his voice hoarse from sleep. “But I’m not sure I like the idea of you parading around like that.”

You rolled your eyes, grabbing your towel. “Don’t start, Leon.”

He didn’t reply, just let out a low sigh before heading off to get dressed himself.

Not long after, you were both on the beach. The sun was shining bright, and the sound of the waves mingled with the chatter of other tourists around. Leon wore dark swim trunks, sunglasses hiding his eyes, but you knew he was watching your every move.

After spending some time relaxing in the sand, you decided to grab a drink. Standing up, you walked over to a nearby beach stand, your feet sinking slightly into the warm sand.

“Two piña coladas, please,” you asked politely.

The vendor, a tall man with light hair and striking eyes, smiled at you as he started mixing the drinks. “You know, you’ve got a really nice smile.”

You blinked a few times, caught off guard by the compliment, heat rushing to your face. “Uh… thanks,” you mumbled, trying not to look too awkward.

But before you could even take the cups, you noticed him.

Leon.

Standing right there. Watching.

Your chest tightened. Shit.

You quickly grabbed the drinks and spun on your heels, heading back toward him with the heavy feeling you’d just stepped on a landmine. He didn’t say a word—just took the cups from your hands, turned sharply, and walked straight back to the cabana.

You froze, nerves buzzing under your skin.

Leon set the cups down on the counter, then leaned slightly toward the vendor and muttered, his voice low and dangerous:

“He’s taken, asshole.”

With that, he stalked back to you, his steps heavy and his expression thunderous. He didn’t even bother softening his tone when he snapped:

“Beach day’s over. We’re leaving. Now.”

“W-what? Leon, no! Stop, for God’s sake!” you pleaded, trying to stop him from snatching the beach chair up.

He yanked it hard out of your grip. The sheer force made your chest ache, and you had to fight back the sudden sting in your eyes. You clenched your jaw, refusing to let him see how shaken you were.

“Fine… you’re the boss, right?”

Your voice dripped with cold indifference as you turned toward the car, not even bothering to help him carry the rest of the stuff. He was more than capable of hauling it all himself.

The drive back to the rental house was suffocatingly silent, every second spent holding back the urge to break down.

When you arrived, you got out first, storming into the house without sparing him a glance.

Leon followed close behind, slamming the door shut so hard it made you flinch.

“What is it, huh? Not getting enough attention from me, so you’ve gotta throw yourself at the first guy who looks your way?” he spat, grabbing your shoulders with a bruising grip.

A wave of anger and disgust tore through you, and you shoved against his chest with both hands, but he was too strong.

“Let go of me, goddammit! Are you out of your mind?” you shouted, still struggling against him. He didn’t budge—just watched you thrash, like he was enjoying every second of it.

6“Why the fuck are you screaming, huh? Want to draw even more attention?” he growled, grabbing your chin tightly and forcing your eyes to meet his.

It was strange, because as much as it disgusted you and made you feel horrible, another, much darker part of you—buried deep inside—actually liked what was happening…

Did he really want you that badly that he would lose his mind just from seeing you talk to someone else? Fuck, that was twistedly attractive. Sick, even. A man as gorgeous and fucking irresistible as Leon was losing it at the thought of losing you—as if anyone else even had a chance of competing with him.

With one swift motion, he yanked you toward the bedroom, his grip on your wrist painfully tight.

You stumbled, only to be shoved down onto the bed, landing flat on your back. His face hovered over you, that ravenous look still burning in his eyes. It was dark, feral—and you were sure you had never seen him like this before.

Before you could even react, he climbed on top of you and ripped your swim briefs apart, exposing your most intimate parts to his lust-filled eyes.

He leaned in as if to kiss you, but the moment he saw you closing your eyes in anticipation, he roughly flipped you over onto your stomach. His movements were harsh, almost violent.

A sharp smack landed across your ass, the sting spreading instantly across your skin, surely leaving a mark behind. A pained moan slipped past your lips.

“This body… so fucking perfect… it’s all mine. And nobody else’s. Got it?”

His voice was dark, dangerous.

You stayed silent, waiting to see what he’d do next—until his hand tangled in your hair, yanking your head back hard.

Then, without warning, he raised his hand again and this time brought it across your cheek, the brutal slap leaving you dizzy.

“Say you understand, damn it!” he growled, his voice low and gravelly right against your ear.

“I-I… I understand,” you managed to stammer, your voice trembling slightly, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from the sting and burn of his slap.

He was being an asshole, completely aggressive—something he had never shown before. And yet… you were kind of enjoying it.

As awful and humiliating as it felt, you couldn’t deny how much it turned you on. This darker, rougher side of the man you’d been with for over a year… it made you want to give in to the lust and see just how far he’d go.

“If you’re gonna fuck me, then do it already—before I get bored.”

You taunted him, glancing back over your shoulder as you deliberately pushed your ass back to meet the hard bulge straining against Leon’s shorts.

He was already hard as fuck—enjoying this just as much as you, if not more. That alone told you exactly what was coming.

He didn’t even give you a chance to adjust before slamming his cock inside, making you feel like you were being split in half, the burn so sharp it had your eyes squeezing shut.

He fucked you with brutal force and relentless speed, every thrust driving deeper, harder. The bed creaked beneath you, threatening to shift across the floor with the sheer intensity of his movements.

Your moans filled the room, while Leon pounded into you with reckless abandon—without letting out a single sound himself.

Your cock was harder than it had ever been, dripping precum, your orgasm drawing closer and closer without you even laying a hand on yourself.

Leon’s grip slid from your waist up to your mouth. Two of his fingers shoved past your lips, pressing into your throat until you gagged around them. You didn’t know why he was doing it, but fuck—you didn’t want him to stop.

The constant stimulation in your throat and in your stretched hole was too much to handle—you came hard without even touching yourself.

Your orgasm ripped through you, leaving you moaning as your body trembled and went limp with pleasure, your entrance clenching tight around Leon’s thick cock.

You collapsed against the mattress, completely spent.

Leon pulled out, and for a second you thought he was done—that he hadn’t even finished. But you were wrong.

“Get up. We’re not done yet.”

He sat back in an armchair near the bed, giving his thigh a light pat, his cock still rock-hard and throbbing.

“Come to daddy,” he said, a smirk tugging at his lips.

You were exhausted, your arousal long gone, but you didn’t dare refuse.

You rode his cock for over ten minutes, and he still didn’t come—just stared at your face while you moved for him, pulling you into deep kisses every now and then.

Eventually, your strength failed and you stayed in a squat, while Leon started thrusting up into you with brutal force, making you gasp with every snap of his hips.

Finally, after what felt like forever, he came—filling you up with his hot, sticky release. A guttural grunt tore from his throat as he pulled out, watching with satisfaction as his cum spilled from your used hole.

Author's note:So, this is another one of my really long aah Wattpad stories that end in sex. I still have like three stories to translate..But honestly, rereading these stories is making me realize how cringe it is and how bad my writing is💀🕊️Lowkey I want to write new stories instead of translating my old ones.Anyway, good reading!💋

Summary:Raccoon City had never been part of your plans. In fact, you hadn’t even thought about leaving your hometown—until things became unbearable. Your relationship with your family had been bad for years, but it got to the point where you had no choice but to leave. With little money and no clear destination, you managed to get into the local university and moved to the city on your own, determined to make it without depending on anyone.

But surviving alone wasn’t easy. Rent was expensive, classes were demanding, and your part-time job as a barista barely covered the bills. That’s why, not long after arriving in the city, you decided to look for a roommate to split the costs.

That’s how you met Leon Kennedy.

He was new to Raccoon City too, freshly accepted into the local police force. The two of you were practically starting your lives there at the same time—him as a rookie cop, you trying to balance work and school. Maybe that’s why you clicked so quickly.

The apartment you shared was small but comfortable enough. At first, living together was awkward, the way it always is when strangers move in under the same roof. But over time, the two of you built a routine. One of you did the dishes while the other took out the trash. One did the grocery shopping while the other cooked. And somehow, despite different schedules and the rush of daily life, you always found time to be together—especially on Saturday nights, after Leon’s shift ended. You’d crash on the couch together, watching movies in silence, sharing that strange sense of peace.

And now, another Saturday night was about to begin.

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Gimme,gimme,gimme a man after midnight

Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away?

Gimme,gimme,gimme a man after midnight

Take me through the darkness to the break of the day"

-ABBA

Raccoon City had never been part of your plans. In fact, you hadn’t even thought about leaving your hometown—until things became unbearable. Your relationship with your family had been bad for years, but it got to the point where you had no choice but to leave. With little money and no clear destination, you managed to get into the local university and moved to the city on your own, determined to make it without depending on anyone.

But surviving alone wasn’t easy. Rent was expensive, classes were demanding, and your part-time job as a barista barely covered the bills. That’s why, not long after arriving in the city, you decided to look for a roommate to split the costs.

That’s how you met Leon Kennedy.

He was new to Raccoon City too, freshly accepted into the local police force. The two of you were practically starting your lives there at the same time—him as a rookie cop, you trying to balance work and school. Maybe that’s why you clicked so quickly.

The apartment you shared was small but comfortable enough. At first, living together was awkward, the way it always is when strangers move in under the same roof. But over time, the two of you built a routine. One of you did the dishes while the other took out the trash. One did the grocery shopping while the other cooked. And somehow, despite different schedules and the rush of daily life, you always found time to be together—especially on Saturday nights, after Leon’s shift ended. You’d crash on the couch together, watching movies in silence, sharing that strange sense of peace.

And now, another Saturday night was about to begin.

The day had been long and exhausting. You pulled an extra shift after leaving college, working at the coffee shop.

When you got home, Leon had already left for his shift, which would last until 2 a.m., as usual.

Sometimes you felt bad for him because of the tough hours he had to work as a rookie, but he seemed to be handling it well, so you didn’t dwell on it too much.

After a long shower, you made yourself something to eat and took advantage of your free time to head to the laundry room. When you finished, you noticed Leon’s hamper was fuller than usual. Since you were feeling generous today, you decided to do him a favor and wash his clothes too.

Not long after, you had already washed and dried everything in the machine. You folded both yours and his, leaving his neatly stacked on his bed.

Before you knew it, it was nearly 11 p.m. The day’s fatigue weighed heavy on your shoulders, and sleep began creeping in. The temptation to go to bed was strong, but you didn’t want to break the tradition of watching TV with Leon after his shift.

You held out as long as you could, but eventually your eyelids grew heavy, and you fell asleep on the couch with the TV still on.

Slowly, you felt the cushions dip beside you. You blinked a few times, trying to get your bearings, until you saw Leon, still in uniform, looking down at you with a slight smile on his face.

“Don’t tell me you were planning on sleeping and leaving me hanging tonight…” he teased, giving your arm a gentle shake.

You sat up, still yawning and rubbing your eyes.

“I was, but now you woke me up,” you answered with a sleepy smile.

You turned toward him, noticing just how close the two of you were. His hand was almost brushing against yours, and that sent a flutter through your stomach. He looked so… handsome tonight.

Not that he wasn’t always, but this night, in particular, there was something about him that caught your attention even more.

You got lost in your thoughts, tracing the details of his face, until Leon’s voice brought you back.

“So… are we gonna watch something or do you want to save it for another day? If you’re tired, I get it…” His voice softened a bit, with a hint of disappointment.

“Of course we are.” You smiled and gave him a light nudge on the shoulder. You took a deep breath, then scrunched your nose, making an exaggerated face.

“But first, you need to take a shower, okay?”

Leon laughed, rolling his eyes as he stood up.

“Alright, alright, I’m going…”

He walked toward the bedroom but soon came back holding a clean t-shirt from the folded pile.

“You… washed my dirty clothes?”

You raised an eyebrow slightly.

“Yes, duh.”

Leon paused for a few seconds, staring at the shirt in his hands. The silly smile on his face and the faint blush on his cheeks showed he really hadn’t expected it.

“Well… thank you. You didn’t have to.”

You crossed your arms and gave him a serious look.

“Thank you nothing—you owe me fifty bucks.”

Leon’s surprised look lasted only a few seconds before you broke into a mischievous grin.

“Just kidding. It was a favor.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, looking a little awkward.

“Still… thanks.”

He paused, then flashed a playful little smile.

“Now that I think about it… fifty bucks doesn’t seem like such a high price.”

He laughed, and you just rolled your eyes, chuckling along.

Leon settled onto the couch next to you, his shoulders brushing yours lightly. You felt the warmth of his body, still hot from the shower, contrasting with the cool night air.

“So,” he began, leaning slightly to grab the remote and lower the TV volume. “How was your day?”

You let out a sigh, getting more comfortable under the blanket.

“Ah, the usual. Tough classes, spilled coffee, a customer complaining about some dumb thing…”

Leon let out a low chuckle, crossing his arms over his chest.

“What happened this time?”

“Oh, you won’t believe it,” you started, laughing a little as you remembered. “Some guy ordered a cappuccino with almond milk, but we don’t have that at the café. I explained everything nicely, but he got all offended, like, ‘What do you mean a decent place doesn’t have almond milk?’ I mean… dude, it’s just coffee.”

Leon raised an eyebrow, fighting back a laugh.

“So, what did you do?”

“I smiled and said, ‘I’m sorry, sir, but we only have whole and skim milk. I can make your cappuccino with one of those, if you’d like.’ Then he got even angrier and stormed out like a spoiled kid.”

Leon burst out laughing, throwing his head back against the couch.

“Damn, you should’ve given him regular milk and just told him it was almond. I would’ve loved to see his face.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing along.

“Yeah, right. And get fired the same day? Hard pass.”

The laughter slowly faded, but the lighthearted mood lingered. You noticed Leon seemed more at ease than usual, like the tension of his shift had melted away under the hot shower.

“But what about you? How was your shift?” you asked, turning slightly toward him.

Leon let out a tired sigh, running a hand through his damp hair, leaving it even messier than before.

“Exhausting. Nothing exciting, but man, I’m beat. They had me stuck with paperwork all day, filling out incident reports I wasn’t even around for.”

“You’re telling me you joined the police force to be a glorified secretary?” you teased, raising an eyebrow.

“Exactly!” he shot back with a crooked grin. “But seriously, I want to be out there, learning for real. Doing something useful. Instead, I’m fetching coffee, sorting files… sometimes I feel like an underpaid intern.”

You chuckled, tilting your head.

“Well, at least someone brought you coffee. I bet it was awful.”

He frowned, crossing his arms.

“Yeah, it was terrible. And the whole time I kept thinking… if it had been you, at least it would’ve been drinkable.”

Your brow lifted, a small smile tugging at your lips.

“Was that… a compliment?”

“Maybe.” Leon shrugged, a playful glint in his eyes.

Silence settled between you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. On the contrary, it felt strangely pleasant, like the quiet itself belonged to you both.

Without realizing it, you had leaned a little closer. Your knees nearly touched, and from this distance you could see every detail of Leon’s blue eyes, catching the faint glow of the TV.

He noticed, too. You could tell by the way he blinked slowly, as if hesitating.

The TV droned on in the background, but neither of you paid attention anymore.

Leon glanced away for a second, licking his lips before speaking.

“I like this.”

“Like what?” Your voice came out softer than you expected.

“This. Us. Sitting here, talking about our day.” He looked back at you, a shy little smile tugging at his lips. “It feels good, coming home to someone I can actually talk to.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

“I like it too,” you admitted, your tone earnest.

Leon let out a soft sigh and leaned back a little more, his arm brushing against yours by accident. You felt his warmth again, and the electricity in the air was undeniable.

What would happen if you just leaned in a little closer? If you closed that small distance between you?

The thought lingered, but neither of you seemed willing to break the moment.

Not yet.

The TV was still on, but neither of you was really paying attention to the story. Instead, you laughed at some silly scene—one that wasn’t even that funny, but somehow became hilarious when shared with someone else.

Leon chuckled, tilting his head back against the couch. His hair was still a little damp from the shower, a few strands falling stubbornly across his forehead. You glanced at him, catching the careless ease in his expression, and smiled without realizing it.

“You laugh at anything, don’t you?” you teased, nudging his side lightly with your elbow.

“And you don’t?” Leon shot back, turning his head toward you with that smug little grin. “Don’t act like you weren’t about to choke from laughing so hard just now.”

“Okay, okay, I admit it,” you raised your hands in surrender. “But that scene was ridiculous. Who even writes stuff like that?”

Leon shrugged, and for a moment, comfortable silence filled the room. You yawned quietly, feeling the weight of the day settling over your shoulders.

And then you felt it.

Leon’s hand—warm and steady—resting gently on your thigh. At first, it was almost innocent, his fingers simply lingering there without pressure. But then, his thumb began to move slowly, brushing back and forth against the soft fabric of your pajama pants. Absentminded. Unassuming. Yet somehow, it sent a shiver racing up your spine.

Your heart skipped a beat.

You didn’t know if he was aware of what he was doing, or if it was just an unconscious gesture born out of comfort. But the truth was, he was touching you in a way that felt… intimate.

And the worst part? You didn’t want him to stop.

You didn’t push his hand away. You didn’t even think to question it. It felt too good, too natural. The warmth of Leon’s palm against your thigh was something you wanted to sink into, so you just let yourself relax, melting a little deeper into the couch.

The TV kept running in the background, but the real focus was the strange tension crackling between you.

Without thinking too much, you lifted your hand and let your fingers slide into Leon’s damp hair at the nape of his neck. The strands slipped easily between your fingers as your thumb traced lightly over the warm skin there in a delicate, almost imperceptible caress.

Leon didn’t move away. If anything, his breathing seemed to hitch for a fraction of a second, but he kept his eyes on the TV like your touch wasn’t setting every nerve in his body on edge.

You smirked faintly, eyes still fixed on the screen.

“You look pretty good like this… with your hair still wet…”

The words came out casual, like it was just an observation. But deep down, you knew it wasn’t.

Leon let out a small, almost nervous chuckle, tilting his head slightly toward your hand—like he was unconsciously leaning into your touch.

“Yeah?” he murmured, and in your peripheral vision you caught that crooked little smile tugging at his lips.

“Mmhm…” you hummed, your fingers still lazily playing with the damp strands at his neck.

The silence that followed wasn’t uncomfortable. On the contrary, it felt full of unspoken meaning. Neither of you seemed willing to look directly at the other, as if keeping your eyes on the TV was the only thing preventing this moment from becoming even more intense.

But something was about to happen.

You could feel it.

And Leon could too.

As the minutes passed, the two of you drifted even closer. Leon’s hand was gripping your thigh more firmly now, his touch growing bolder with each passing moment.

You were both fully aware of what was happening, yet neither dared to bring it up. Instead, you kept playing this little game between you.

Leon glanced at you, his blue eyes quickly scanning your features, his gaze so direct it sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

“You’re so beautiful…” he murmured, his hand sliding from your thigh up to your chin, his thumb brushing softly along the line of your jaw. His eyes flicked down to your lips for a brief second before meeting your gaze again.

“Th-thank you… I guess,” you stammered, forcing out a laugh, though it was nearly impossible to act natural with such a gorgeous man looking straight at you while giving you a compliment.

Leon leaned in closer, making you freeze in place.

You could feel his breath ghosting over your lips. His eyes darted from yours to your mouth again, before a small smirk curved his lips.

He closed his eyes, leaning in until his lips were just about to brush yours—then he stopped, leaving you aching with frustration.

“May I?” he whispered.

“Please!” you blurted out almost instantly.

With your permission, he closed the distance, capturing your lips in a soft kiss. It started slow, but soon deepened into something more intense, though still unhurried.

You could taste the faint mint of his toothpaste, mixed with a flavor that was uniquely Leon.

The heat of his tongue sliding against yours was almost overwhelming, and you could already feel your own body reacting, your cock hardening.

He bit lightly at your lower lip, just enough to make you gasp, yet not pulling away.

Taking advantage of the brief pause, you shifted slowly into his lap, his eyes never leaving your face.

He was loving it—like he had fantasized about this moment for a long time, and now it was finally happening.

His hands slipped under the hem of your loose shirt, gliding across your waist and back, feeling the heat of your skin against his palms as he pulled you into another kiss—this one fiercer, his tongue practically invading your mouth while soft moans of approval escaped him.

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Before you even realized it, he was already on top of you, shirtless, his magnificent body fully on display right in front of you…

He was positioning his cock against your tight little hole, already slick and ready.

He’d done an incredible job beforehand—burying his face between your cheeks like a starved man, licking and sucking as if he couldn’t get enough. Every now and then, when you glanced down, you caught sight of him stroking himself desperately while savoring your taste, his chin and cheeks glistening with spit.

“Fuck, you taste so damn good!” he groaned, while you could barely hold yourself together—your hands teasing your own nipples, switching between rubbing and pinching them as moans spilled from your lips like a needy little slut.

At first, it hurt a little—you weren’t used to having sex that often—but Leon was sliding into you with so much care and attention that the pain seemed to simply melt away.

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His hand slid up to caress your face… “You’re doing so well… just a little more and I’ll be all the way in,” he whispered.

—

But now, he was fucking your ass hard, never once breaking eye contact with you.

He was clearly loving the way you moaned, the way your face twisted with every thrust deep inside you—the pleasure overwhelming, your toes curling, your eyes rolling back as his name spilled desperately from your lips, begging for more.

“Faster, Leon… please… it feels so good…”

The first time he came was inside you.

The sight of his face as he climaxed was too beautiful not to admire—the sweat dripping down his forehead, the flush across his cheeks, the way he bit his lower lip as guttural moans tore from his throat.

But you didn’t stop there.

The night was only getting started.

His cum was dripping down your leg as you climbed off the couch, already aching for more.

Leon’s cock didn’t even soften; it stayed rock-hard even after coming.

He was sitting on the couch, his cock standing tall, when you straddled him, positioning him at your freshly fucked ass and forcing him in with a single thrust.

As you rode him, he stroked his cock in rhythm, and it didn’t take long before you came over his abdomen—not once, but twice.

You were exhausted, but you didn’t dare stop until you’d brought Leon to the edge for the second time.

The sound of skin sliding against skin echoed through the apartment, only slightly muffled by the TV, keeping your private moment just between the two of you.

After long minutes, Leon finally came again, filling you once more with a generous amount of cum.

This time, he really seemed satisfied, pulling you closer to rest his face against your chest, panting, still inside you, his cock slowly softening.

You kissed for several long minutes in the same position, occasionally pausing to exchange soft giggles.

After you both showered, you were heading toward your bedroom when Leon called out:

“Hey… why don’t you come sleep with me? Since we already fucked for the first time, I guess we’re allowed to share a bed…”

He suggested with a smile, leaning against the doorframe.

Of course, you didn’t refuse.

Leon was behind you, spooning you. One arm served as a pillow, while one leg rested possessively over your waist, his abdomen pressed against your back as he distributed slow, tender kisses across your temple, cheek, and forehead.

You felt loved, safe in his arms, as if this was exactly where you belonged.

“I don’t want to rush things or anything… but it wasn’t just sex for me. You’re mine now… and I’m yours,” Leon whispered in your ear.

A/n: First of all, I would like to clarify that I don't know much about ABO.Anyway, enjoy reading :)

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Being an omega was never part of your plans.

In fact, being anything other than an ordinary boy had always made you uncomfortable.

You found out your designation at sixteen—as if adolescence wasn’t already complicated enough. Your overprotective, methodical parents reacted like they’d just received a terminal diagnosis: panic, fear, doctors, appointments. In the end, they decided to keep that part of you hidden from the world. “It’ll be easier this way,” they said.

And maybe it was.

For years, you took that little white pill first thing in the morning. It erased your scent, blocked any trace of heat, turned your existence into something neutral. A beta. Invisible. Safe.

But everything comes at a price.

By the time you were twenty-two, your body was already showing signs of strain. Headaches, nausea, bouts of apathy… It was during an emergency appointment that you heard the doctor say:

“We’ll switch to a monthly injection. I promise it’ll work.”

It didn’t.

On your very first official mission as Leon’s field partner, you could already feel that something was wrong. Too much heat. Your heart racing. Weak legs.

You thought it was just nerves… until he ran past you, his scent hitting your nose like a punch to the gut.

Alpha.

Not just any alpha. That alpha.

His scent wrapped around you like a warm blanket on a cold night.

Woody, with a hint of citrus underneath… and you hated how badly you wanted more.

“Fucking lying doctor…”

Your chest rose and fell sharply. You gripped the fabric of your shirt over your heart, trying to mask the tension. Your eyes stayed locked on the back of Leon’s neck as he walked ahead, explaining the mission strategy.

You didn’t hear a single word.

Your mind was screaming something else:

I need him.

You kept walking, Leon in the lead—always alert, gun steady in his hands, glancing over his shoulder every now and then to make sure you were still following.

The heat and pain inside you were only getting worse with every passing second. You were burning.

You barely recognized yourself—so desperate for sex that even Leon’s deep, gravelly voice made you bite your lower lip just to keep a moan from slipping out.

All those years of suppressed heats were spilling over all at once…

And thank God Leon was still ahead of you, at a safe distance.

If he caught your scent, instinct could make him pin you to the ground and take you right then and there.

Part of you feared that might happen…

But the other part? Was praying for it.

You tried to focus. You really did.

But the heat inside your body was unbearable, as if you were melting from the inside out—a fever that started between your legs and spread like fire along your spine, your chest, your neck… everywhere.

Every step you took was its own kind of torture. The fabric of your pants rubbing against overly sensitive skin made you shiver, and even the contact of your shirt against your nipples sent a sharp chill through you.

Leon’s scent in the air was like some forbidden perfume. Woody, warm, with a faint trace of sweat—a smell that clung to your nose, made your mouth water, and pulled your mind into places you really shouldn’t be going right now.

You bit down hard on your lip, fighting the urge to moan again. But it escaped anyway—a low, muffled whimper that you quickly tried to mask with your breathing.

Thankfully, Leon didn’t seem to notice. He kept walking ahead, serious, focused, oblivious to the chaos building inside you.

Your skin felt like it was begging to be touched. Any touch. A brush of Leon’s arm, a graze of fingers, even an accidental shove—anything that could take the edge off this insane need that was growing by the minute.

You were trembling. Not from cold, but like someone feverish—like your body temperature had climbed so high it started to cause chills. And no matter how hard you tried to control it, your body was beginning to give in. Your legs slightly weak, your heart pounding fast, your breathing heavier by the second.

Not now… please, not now…

The thought came like a desperate plea.

But your heat had no intention of waiting.

Your knees weakened, and you suddenly stopped, placing a hand over your stomach. Your skin was hot, and you let out a pained moan as a sharp, burning ache tore through you—stronger than before.

You dropped to your knees with a low moan, pressing your palm against your belly. The heat was unbearable. Your entire body burned from the inside out, like it was about to explode.

You heard hurried footsteps.

“Hey!” Leon’s voice called, as he ran back toward you. “What happened?”

You tried to lift your head, but everything was spinning. Through your blurred vision, you could only make out his silhouette crouching right in front of you. His hand gripped your shoulder—firm—and in that instant, everything changed.

He smelled it.

The scent hit Leon’s nose like a wave of heat. His whole body tensed, eyes going wide, pupils dilating in an instinctive reflex. He drew back slightly, as if he’d been shocked.

“…You…” he muttered, staring at you with a mix of confusion and fury. “You’re an omega?”

You nodded, too weak to explain anything. Your skin glistened with sweat, your breath coming in ragged bursts, your body trembling with fever and want.

“I’m in heat…” you whispered, your voice breaking. “Please… I need help.”

You tried to touch him—a light, pleading touch—but Leon grabbed your wrists, pulling your hands away like they burned him.

“No!” he snarled, brows furrowed, jaw clenched tight. “I can’t. I… fuck…” He was breathing hard, fighting the scent, the primal pull building inside him. “I won’t be able to control myself.”

Your eyes locked onto his, silently begging, on the verge of tears.

“Please, Leon… just a little, just until it passes…”

“Shut up!” he snapped, still gripping your wrists hard. The tension in his muscles was obvious, like he was waging war with his own body. “You shouldn’t even be here! An omega isn’t made for this kind of mission!”

You shivered at his voice—so deep, so rough—laced with an animalistic edge you’d never heard before. His scent was getting stronger, heavier, and your body responded whether you wanted it to or not.

“The agency knows I can’t… that I lose control when…” He bit his tongue, holding something back. “How the hell did you trick them? Huh? How’d you pass yourself off as a beta so easily?”

The anger in his eyes burned—but it wasn’t just anger. It was hunger.

And you knew it.

“Leon, please… I need this, and I know you want it… i-it’s instinct…”

His jaw tightened even more now, but the look in his eyes began to shift—he was starting to look at you with want.

“I won’t be gentle.”

He said it as he yanked you to your feet in front of him, his scent stronger than ever, making your head spin.

“I don’t care,” you said, already completely surrendered to him.

Before you could react, he was pulling you by the hand into a more secluded part of the forest, shielded by trees and bushes.

He began undoing his belt and unzipping his pants, removing his thigh holster.

The bulge in his pants was already impossible to miss—big, straining against the limits of the tactical fabric—and then, he pulled it out.

Fuck.

It was huge. Way bigger than you’d imagined. You knew alphas tended to be well-endowed, but you hadn’t known it could be that big.

Easily ten and a half inches—maybe more.

“Take off your pants. We can’t waste time!”

He spoke as he stepped closer, pulling the backpack from your shoulders. His voice was rougher now, and he kept wetting his lips with his tongue, like he could taste your scent in the air. His blue eyes were almost entirely black, swallowed by blown pupils.

You stripped as fast as you could, fingers trembling, your body sweating both hot and cold at once. Your scent was overpowering now—thick, sweet—filling every breath between you. There was no pretending you still had control. You didn’t.

Leon moved in, pressing his body to yours. His erection ground against your stomach, hot, throbbing against you. He let out a low growl—almost animal—like a predator about to strike.

“You sure about this?” he asked, but there was no hesitation left in his voice—only a warning. “Because I’m not stopping halfway, you got it?”

“Yes,” you answered without even thinking. “Do it… please…”

He gripped your chin firmly, forcing you to look at him.

“Say it again,” he demanded. “Say you want me. That you need me.”

“I want you, Leon… I need you inside me, right now…” Your voice came out broken, almost a sob.

Leon let out a rough, guttural sound and turned you around with firm, impatient hands. Your knees sank into the damp earth, bushes scratching at your bare skin, but you didn’t care. All you wanted was him.

He spit on his hand and quickly rubbed it over your tight asshole, just to ease the way, then positioned the tip of his cock at your entrance. You could feel it pulsing—hot, thick... and way too big.

“Relax,” he said, gripping your hips hard. “Or you’re gonna tear.”

You tried to take a deep breath, but his scent... his scent was intoxicating.

Then he pushed.

Slow at first, feeling every inch of you stretch around him until you let out a loud, almost desperate moan.

“Fuck…” he growled through clenched teeth. “You’re so tight... this is crazy…”

You dug your fingers into the ground, trembling all over, your body completely surrendered.

The heat-driven pleasure mixed with pain—the feeling of being truly filled, like you were born for this.

He pushed deeper and seemed like he’d never reach the end. In any other situation, this would probably be fucked up as hell. And it really was—but this pain was so delicious, burning in just the right amount.

He finally hit the bottom, and without warning, pulled almost all the way out before thrusting back in with brutal force, letting out a guttural groan.

“Aaah, fuck! Shit!”

He growled, speeding up his thrusts, his balls slapping against your ass with an obscene sound.

Little by little, that heat’s pain faded—the sharp itch inside finally soothed by an alpha male.

Your eyes rolled back in pleasure, and your fingers clenched tightly into the damp earth. Your hard cock was dripping pre-cum.

You caught a sharp scent—like rust.

Blood.

Your blood, probably running down your thighs by now.

Not surprising, given the intensity of the thrusts and the size of Leon’s cock.

He wasn’t holding you in the usual way around your waist. He was gripping you from behind, hard.

Your body was wrapped in those big biceps.

His sweat dripped and ran over you, marking you with his primal scent—a strong, testosterone-heavy smell hanging in the air.

Suddenly, with a firm movement, he flipped you over, making you lie on your back on the earthy ground.

He kept pounding deeper and harder, gripping your neck firmly to keep your eyes locked with his.

“Good… good boy.”

“You were made for this.”

“If I’d known you were a damn omega, I’d have fucked you a long time ago.”

Then he leaned in and sealed his lips on yours in a wet, fierce kiss.

You could taste the whiskey he’d had before the mission.

“I want to see you.”

And with that, he tore your shirt in half, exposing your abdomen and chest. He left a wet kiss there.

He squinted his eyes, gripped your waist hard, and kept thrusting brutally, his cock hitting your abused prostate dead-on.

“Fuck… look at this…”

He slowed down and placed the tips of his fingers on the lower part of your belly.

You looked down and saw a slight bulge forming with every movement he made…

His cock was going so deep it was touching the bottom of your stomach.

Fifteen long minutes passed, and you were a wreck—legs weak, abdomen covered in pre-cum, hair messy, and a layer of sweat beneath your skin mixing with the sweat dripping from Leon.

Leon gave three final brutal thrusts, then buried himself up to the wrist. He growled and pulled you close, then his cock began squirting thick jets of cum deep inside you… His cock kept pulsing nonstop… more than ten heavy shots filling you, your anal cavity stretching from the sheer amount of cum inside.

And then…

He marked you.

He simply brought his mouth to your neck and bit down, his teeth sinking into your skin.

There was no way out now.

You were his.

“I came inside… you’re going to have my babies now…” he said, pulling back to look into your eyes. His pupils returned to normal now, the blue of his eyes reappearing.

“I’m going to take care of you… because now you’re mine.”

He said, planting a light kiss on your forehead, still with lips and teeth stained with your blood.

Summary: When you wake up horny as hell and need Leon's dick during the drive to college, however, there is a driver in the car with you two.

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The sky was gray, the rain hadn’t stopped since dawn, and the cold air had crept through the windows like it owned the place. Everything felt dull, heavy — like the kind of day you just want to skip.

And to make things worse… you woke up aching.

Not in your body — not exactly. It was deeper than that. A restless, burning need that made it hard to think straight.

You were horny. So fucking horny. And no matter what you did, nothing helped.

You couldn’t stop thinking about him.

Leon.

The way he looks at you when no one else is watching. The way his voice drops when he gets too close.

Everything about him was stuck to your skin — in your mind — like your body was begging for him and only him.

For some reason, today, unlike other days, a driver would have to take you and Leon to your college. great, no sex.

Usually, when you're having one of those days, on the way to college, you and Leon casually have sex until you're both o breathless.If you or Leon were horny, you two had sex, without exception.Sometimes it was just a blowjob, or just kissing while rubbing your hard, clothed members against each other.

For some reason, Leon was about to sit in the front passenger seat, but you intervened.

"Hey..sit back here with me? I need to.. talk to you."

He didn't answer, he just got into the car after you.

He sat a little away from you, so you slid down seat until your thighs touched his.

"behave yourself...we have company today

You chuckled, "Don't worry.. that acrylic partition won't let him see anything that's going on back here."

You placed your hand on his thigh, moving it slowly "I need you Leon.. I'm so fucking horny.."

"Not today, Y/n." Leon said, his voice firm, taking your hand off his thigh.

But he certainly couldn't keep his word, because now you had your pants down to your knees,You were bouncing on his dick eagerly, It was so deep, so good... with each thrust your cock dripped more pre-cum

He kept his grip firm on your waist as you used his cock, the feeling of having your hole stretched after days without sex was really good. It was almost as good as that feeling after the pain when you have your first time..You felt your hole ache, but you didn't want to stop.

You could barely hold back the sounds slipping from your lips — soft, sharp, and getting harder to suppress. The heat of Leon’s body, the way he was filling you so deep… staying quiet was becoming impossible

You let out a shaky moan, biting your bottom lip hard, but still couldn’t stop a louder gasp from slipping out.

shh.. don't make noise.." "You can handle it, can't you? Be a good boy for me.."

Shit, this son of a bitch knows how to fuck your mind as well as he knows how to fuck your ass,Calling you a good boy and that shit he knows you can't resist.

That’s when the idea hit you.

"Driver?" you called out, your voice still trembling, but steady enough to sound casual. The man up front responded with a short “Yes, sir?”, without even glancing back.

You shifted your posture just enough to look composed, and then said:

"Turn on the radio, please. Something upbeat… and crank up the volume. All the way."

The driver hesitated for half a second, but he wouldn’t dare question the president’s son. With a simple click, music started filling the car. The bass thumped against the doors, the loud rhythm creating the perfect soundtrack for what was about to continue in the back seat.

As soon as the noise surrounded you, you turned to Leon with a mischievous smile and whispered right against his ear:

"There. Now I can moan as loud as I want."

The way his eyes darkened at your boldness — and the grin he gave you right after… you already knew exactly what you were in for.

Leon’s hands gripped your waist tightly, his hips moving with a desperate rhythm. The backseat creaked softly beneath you, each thrust muffled by the music blasting from the radio, drowning out your moans.

“You’re so fucking tight…” Leon growled through gritted teeth, his lips brushing against the back of your neck. “Drivin’ me crazy…”

He pushed in deeper, a low groan vibrating against your skin. You bit your lip, trying to stay quiet, but a broken moan still slipped out when he shifted the angle just right.

“Aah… L-Leon… slow down…” you whispered, your voice cracking.

Leon smirked against your shoulder, his hand sliding down your stomach.

“You like that, huh?” he murmured, eyes flicking to the rearview mirror, making sure the driver couldn’t hear. “Only you could get me to do somethin’ this fucking reckless…”

You moved your hand down to your throbbing cock, when you tried to stroke it, Leon held your hand firmly.

"What do you think you're doing?" "We can't make a mess."

At the same moment, he stopped his movements, burying his cock deep inside your ass.

"Actually, I have to stop.. I can't cum inside you, and not even on the floor of the car."

What? He wants to stop?No fucking way.

"Wait, what? No.. please don't stop.. keep fucking me please. When you're on the edge, pull out of me and cum in my mouth. I'll swallow, I promise."

You said, panting

"Oh? Missing my taste already?"

"Heh,Alright then, I'll give you what you want."

And god, he really gave.

The thrusts became wild, merciless. Leon held your waist firmly, pulling you against his body as if he wanted to mark you inside.

His neglected cock was dripping wet,You really wanted to cum, but you couldn't. Not there. You weren't sure how much longer you could last, a few more thrusts from him would have you painting the floor white with your seed.

The way he growled, held you close and tight in a split second... fuck, this man really knew how to use you well.

He still lasted a good few minutes, he pulled his cock out of you long enough before you reached your orgasm.

"I need to cum," he said, already starting to masturbate his cock frantically, you fell to your knees in front of him and quickly opened your mouth.

Your abused hole clenched around nothing, already missing that dizzying feeling.

He was gritting his teeth, looking down at you, a bead of sweat running down his forehead. He looked so beautiful like that... looking down at you, when you were exactly where you were supposed to be.on your knees in front of him.

He buried his thick shaft deep inside your mouth,He groaned as he emptied himself down your throat, holding your head still, forcing you to swallow it all.

After he made sure you swallowed it all and cleaned his dick with your tongue, he said, “Good job.”

You were still hard as a rock, but had no choice but to put your clothes back on and return to your seat—still tasting him, still feeling sticky in your mouth.

In a way, your day had just gotten better.

Because really, what’s better than starting your morning with your bodyguard’s cum for breakfast?

Summary:You’re stuck in a toxic relationship with Tyler. (Yeah, he’s the worst.) One night, he completely snaps after reading your messages with Leon — and he hits you.Shaking and out of options, you call Leon. He doesn’t hesitate. He shows up, beats the shit out of Tyler, and takes you to his place.That night, both of you finally confess the feelings you’ve been hiding for way too long... and things get intense.

Author's notes: Hey.. so this should have been posted like a week ago.. but I'm so dumb I accidentally deleted it instead ugh🙄✋🏻Anyway, this chapter is very special to me because it is kind of based on a true story that happened to me... and I want to say that if you are in a relationship where you don't feel safe,don't think twice before asking for help.

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You and Leon met a few years ago—back when you were working as a bartender. It was just a regular day until he walked in.

He looked exhausted, a little bruised too. You didn’t want to assume anything, but it probably had something to do with his job.

You two became friends easily. He came by the bar a few more times after that first night, and that was all it took for the two of you to click. Despite the differences, you grew closer.

As time went on, you opened up more and more to each other. And you started paying more attention to Leon... to the way he acted cold on the outside, even though he had the warmest heart.

You developed feelings. But you kept them secret—because saying anything could ruin your friendship. And besides, you knew it wasn’t mutual. Leon was straight. At least, that’s what you believed. He mentioned ex-girlfriends every now and then, but sometimes… sometimes he seemed just a little too sweet. Sometimes he looked at you like… more than a friend.

Still, nothing ever happened. Neither of you dared to speak about the elephant in the room.

Not long after, you met someone else. His name was Tyler. He was around Leon’s height, blonde, with blue eyes. Just as handsome—though honestly, he didn’t come close to Leon.

Things moved fast. Way too fast. In no time, you and Tyler were dating. Then living together. You were happy… or at least you told yourself you were.

Bit by bit, you and Leon drifted apart. You didn’t even notice at first. But suddenly, you were seeing him less and less. Talking less.

At the start, Tyler felt like a dream. He was charming, attentive—he always knew what to say to make you laugh. But as the months passed, the cracks began to show. The way he’d correct you over the smallest things, like he was always right. The subtle questions about where you were, who you talked to. The “harmless” comments that somehow made you feel small… not enough.

And Leon? He started disappearing from your life. You tried to stay in touch, but his replies became short. Delayed. Sometimes he'd read your messages and not reply at all. Other times, you were the one hesitating—like something inside you warned not to reach out.

Maybe it was coincidence. Maybe not. But the last time you saw him, Leon seemed… off. He didn’t say much. But his eyes did. There was something there, stuck in his throat. Something he wanted to say… but didn’t.

And now, here you were—months later—sitting on the floor of your own home, face burning, blood on your lips. Tyler’s cologne still hung in the air, even after he slammed the door on his way out. Your body trembled, chest rising and falling in shaky, uneven breaths.

It was in that moment—maybe out of impulse, maybe out of pure desperation—that your fingers slid over your phone screen until they landed on a name you hadn’t seen in far too long.

Your thumb hovered for a second before tapping the screen. And before you could even think it through, the phone was already at your ear.

Ringing...

Ringing...

Your heart pounded harder with every passing second.

And then—you heard his voice. Rough, a little sleepy, but still steady.

“Hello?”

And just like that, something inside you cracked open.

“Leon… please, don’t hang up.” Your voice came out shaky, and you held back the tears the best you could.

“Tyler... h-he freaked out. He saw our messages and…”

You couldn’t finish. Your throat tightened, and the sobs came.

“Did he hit you?” Leon asked—his voice suddenly sharp and cold.

“He... he just left, but I don’t know how long he’ll be gone...” you whispered, wiping your tears with the back of your hand.

“Can you... can you please come get me?” you asked, voice broken as your eyes landed on the bruises along your body. “I can’t stay here anymore, Leon. I don’t trust him.”

“Hang in there, (Y/N). I’m coming to get you. Just hold on.”

His voice was firm. Determined.

And then he hung up.

Leon got out of bed, quickly throwing on a pair of jeans and slipping a black leather jacket over his plain white T-shirt.

He grabbed the keys to his motorcycle from the dresser and headed straight to the garage, opening the gate and taking off, the sound of the engine growing louder as he sped through the night.

About fifteen minutes later, Leon arrived at your apartment.

You were still sitting on the edge of the bed, curled up in the corner of your room, when you heard heavy knocking on the front door.

Tyler had gotten home just a few minutes earlier—and now, he walked over to answer it.

He opened the door, only for Leon to step inside with fire in his eyes.

"Where is he?" Leon asked, eyes locked on Tyler with a piercing glare, his jaw clenched with pure fury.

Tyler let out a low, mocking laugh as he sat down on a stool near the kitchen island.

"Oh, so that little shit already went crying to you, huh?" he said as he stood up, slowly walking toward Leon.

"I knew those messages between you two looked suspicious."

He chuckled again, placing a hand on Leon’s shoulder like he was trying to push the last bit of patience out of him.

"If you laid even a finger on him, I swear I’ll smash your fucking face in, you bastard."

Leon’s voice was low, deadly calm—but his eyes were burning. He grabbed Tyler’s wrist and shoved his hand off with a sharp, firm motion.

"Ooooh, scary. Leon Kennedy, gonna hit me now?" Tyler taunted, but Leon didn’t waste another second on him—he turned and walked straight through the apartment, searching for you.

Leon pushed open your bedroom door in a rush, his eyes scanning the room until he found you—curled up on the bed, eyes puffy and teary, your lower lip split and bruises visible all over your neck, arms, and legs.

He immediately rushed to your side, dropping to his knees beside the bed. His hands moved gently over your skin, barely touching the bruises, but full of care.

His expression was worried—but behind that worry was pure, unfiltered rage.

Then, Tyler kicked the door open with a loud bang. The sound made you flinch on instinct.

"Aww, what a touching scene..." he scoffed, leaning against the doorframe with that smug look that made Leon’s blood boil.

"What's the plan, Kennedy? Gonna play the hero and 'save' him?"

"If you weren’t such a pathetic piece of shit, texting MY boyfriend behind my back, I wouldn’t’ve had to hurt him. This is YOUR fault!"

Tyler’s voice rose, filled with fake confidence and real malice.

Leon didn’t say a word.

He simply stood up, heavy footsteps echoing through the room, and before Tyler could even react—

Boom.

Leon’s fist crashed into his face, sending him stumbling backwards until he slammed against the wall. A picture frame fell and shattered loudly on the floor.

Tyler groaned, hand clutching the side of his face in pain.

But Leon didn’t stop.

He crouched down beside him and, before Tyler could move, grabbed him by the collar of his shirt—

And punched him again.

This time right in the mouth. Blood spilled from his lip, split open by Leon’s knuckles.

“You like hitting people, huh?” Leon growled, voice low and dangerous. “You like hurting someone who can’t fight back?”

Another punch. Then another. Tyler was dazed, barely holding himself up. He lifted his arm in a weak attempt to retaliate, but it was useless.

Leon climbed on top of him, knee pressing hard against Tyler’s chest—

And then it was just blow after blow.

One fist after another.

Blood poured from Tyler’s face, his head limp, unconscious—but Leon didn’t stop.

You stood frozen, watching in horror.

You had never seen Leon like this. So violent. So feral.

But at the same time... a part of you felt a strange sense of relief.

Your abuser was finally paying for what he did to you.

But before it got any worse—if that was even possible—you rushed to Leon and grabbed his arm, pulling him back.

“Leon, stop! That’s enough!” you cried, tears still streaming down your cheeks.

“He’s not worth it. Please, just stop.”

Leon turned to you, breath heavy, rage still burning in his eyes.

But then… he looked down at Tyler again—beaten, bloody, unconscious.

He saw the mess he’d made.

A little more… and he could’ve killed him.

Leon slowly stood up, looking back at you. His expression softened.

“Let’s get out of here,” he said, voice rough, quiet.

He gently took your hand, pulling you toward the door—

And together, you walked away.

Leaving Tyler broken, bloodied, and passed out on the floor behind you.

Leon held your hand tightly, but not enough to hurt—just enough to ground you. He led you out the door, moving fast, jaw clenched, fists still stained with blood. The silence between you was heavy. Tense. Each step you took made your aching body protest, every movement reminding you of what had just happened.

Once you stepped outside, the cold night air brushed against your skin, making you shiver. Leon let go of your hand for a moment, slipped off his leather jacket, and gently draped it over your shoulders—before taking your hand again.

It was such a simple gesture. So natural. So protective.

And it made your chest ache.

He led you to his motorcycle parked near the curb. He got on first, then looked over his shoulder at you.

“Get on,” he said. His voice was calmer now, but still laced with that quiet intensity.

You obeyed without hesitation, climbing on behind him. As soon as you were settled, he reached back, grabbed your arms, and pulled them around his waist.

“Hold on,” he muttered, starting the engine.

The motor roared to life, and within seconds you were cutting through the dark, empty streets. Wind tangled in your hair, but your mind was somewhere else—still trying to catch up with everything that had just unfolded. The only thing grounding you now was the heat of Leon’s body pressed against yours.

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It didn’t take long to reach his place. His house was small, modest—but it felt warm. Safe. He parked the bike and shut off the engine but didn’t move right away. He just sat there for a second, breathing deeply—like he was trying to collect himself before saying anything.

“Come on,” he finally said, hopping off and helping you down.

Inside, the house was quiet. Leon shut the door behind you and didn’t say anything for a moment. The silence lingered until he finally exhaled.

“Are you in pain?” he asked, eyes scanning your body with worry.

You hesitated, then nodded slightly.

Leon raked a hand through his hair, visibly frustrated.

“Sit down,” he said, pointing to the couch. “I’ll grab the first aid kit.”

He disappeared for a moment and came back with a metal box. Kneeling in front of you, he opened it and pulled out some gauze soaked in antiseptic.

“This’ll sting a little,” he warned softly, before pressing it gently to your busted lip.

It burned—but not nearly as much as the closeness between you.

Leon’s eyes were focused, brows slightly furrowed in concentration. You could tell he was trying to be as gentle as possible.

“You should’ve called me sooner,” he murmured, voice low and filled with quiet anger. Not at you—but at himself, at Tyler… at the situation.

“I… I thought I could handle it on my own,” you whispered.

Leon paused, then looked up at you—eyes locking with yours.

“You shouldn’t have had to handle it alone,” he said, voice firm but full of something else. Something you couldn’t quite place.

The silence that followed was thick. Heavy. But not uncomfortable.

It felt… intimate.

He finished patching you up in silence, then began putting the supplies back into the kit. Running a hand over his face, like he was still sorting through everything he wanted to say—but couldn’t.

“You can stay here tonight,” he said finally. “Tomorrow we’ll go get your things. And then... you stay here with me. For as long as you need.”

You nodded, and a wave of relief washed over you. You didn’t even realize how badly you’d needed to hear that.

Leon looked at you again, like he was holding something back.

But instead of saying it, he just let out a quiet sigh, stood up, and reached his hand out to you.

“Come on,” he said. “I’ll find you something to wear. And a proper bed to sleep in.”

And this time, when you took his hand—you knew.

No matter what happened next...

You were safe now.

Because you were with him.

You both entered his room, and you sat down on the edge of his bed, letting out a soft groan from the pain of your bruises.

“I’m sorry for pushing you away… I was a terrible friend,” you said, your voice low.

“It wasn’t your fault… I know it wasn’t. That asshole was controlling everything you did…” Leon said, walking over to his closet. He grabbed a t-shirt, some sweatshorts, and a pair of boxers, handing them to you.

“Even so… I should’ve tried harder to keep you close.”

You took the clothes from his hands, but your eyes caught on the bruises and dried blood covering his knuckles.

“Shit… your hand.” You gently grabbed his, inspecting the injuries.

“We need to clean this,” you said, worried.

“This is nothing compared to the crap I’ve had to deal with on the job,” he muttered with a dry chuckle, no smile behind it.

He pulled his hand back, then placed the clothes in your hands again. “Let me worry about that. You—go take a shower.”

You nodded softly and made your way to the bathroom.

When you came out, you were wearing Leon’s clothes—they were a bit too big on you, but it was all you had at the moment.

As soon as Leon saw you, his lips curled into a faint smile.

He was sitting at the kitchen table, sipping a small glass of whiskey.

“They’re a bit loose, but they look good on you,” he said, getting up and placing the glass in the sink before walking over to you.

“Wanna watch something?” he asked, glancing up at you.

“Sure…” you said with a shrug.

Leon grabbed the remote, and you followed him to the living room.

“There’s this movie I’ve been meaning to watch. I think you’ll like it,” he said, putting something on and plopping down next to you on the couch.

The first few minutes passed in silence. Your body was tired, but your mind was restless. Leon’s presence next to you—the warmth radiating off him—was strangely comforting.

Without realizing it, he started inching closer. It wasn’t deliberate, just natural. His arm reached behind you, resting on the back of the couch, his fingers grazing your shoulder. It was subtle, but you felt it.

Your heart picked up.

Had he always been this touchy? Or was it just in your head?

“You okay?” he asked quietly, voice soft.

You hesitated before answering. “Yeah… it’s just… weird being here again. After all this time.”

“I get it,” he murmured. “But you know you can always come to me, right?”

You nodded. The silence returned, heavier now—like something was sitting in your chest.

A few more minutes passed before you finally gave in to the thing that had been stuck in your throat for what felt like forever.

“Leon… can I tell you something?” your voice wavered slightly.

He turned to you, his full attention on you now. “Of course.”

You took a deep breath, gathering all the courage you had left.

“Before Tyler… before all of this… I had feelings for you.”

Leon blinked a few times, like he was still processing your words.

You took a shaky breath and spoke again, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I had feelings for you… but I never said anything because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. I didn’t think you’d ever see me that way.”

The silence that followed was suffocating. Your face was burning, and you quickly looked away.

“But it doesn’t matter now… so, you don’t have to worry about it.”

Leon stared at you for a long moment. Then, a soft smile curved his lips.

“You really thought I didn’t notice?” he asked, voice low and almost teasing.

Your heart skipped a beat. “What?”

He tilted his head slightly, studying your face. “Maybe I was just an idiot… or maybe I was trying too hard to ignore it. But I always felt like there was something there.”

You opened your mouth to say something, but he kept going.

“And now... maybe this is the first time I’m actually allowing myself to think about it.”

Your heart was racing. You didn’t know exactly what that meant, but for the first time in a long time, you felt like maybe—just maybe—something was still there. Something unresolved. Something waiting to happen.

“What if I told you I liked you too?” he said, still smiling softly at you.

“But… I thought you only liked girls…” you said, swallowing hard.

“So did I… but with you, it was different,” Leon admitted, placing a hand gently on your thigh.

“If you felt that way, why didn’t you tell me before?” you asked, your voice a bit firmer now as you raised a brow at him.

Leon looked down, not quite able to meet your eyes. “Because… my job’s complicated. I didn’t think I could give you the time or attention you deserved.”

“But you know, s/n… those feelings never went away.”

“I thought about you every day… thought about how stupid I was for not choosing you when I had the chance.”

His hand slid from your thigh up to your chin, gently cupping it—his thumb stroking your skin softly.

You bit your lip nervously, unsure of what to say. “I… I’m sorry. I should’ve told you too. I was a coward…” you looked away, your eyes welling up with tears.

“Shhh… it’s okay. We both know now,” Leon whispered, using his finger to wipe a tear rolling down your cheek. His breath was warm against your skin.

He let out a soft sigh, his gaze locked on yours, like he was memorizing every detail of your face. Then, slowly, he leaned in, his lips hovering just a breath away from yours. He hesitated—giving you the chance to pull away if you didn’t want this.

But you didn’t move.

And so, with a gentle touch, he kissed you.

It was soft at first, almost shy, but slowly it grew deeper—still gentle, still full of care. Leon kissed you like he was pouring years of unsaid words into that moment, lips moving against yours with quiet longing and affection.

When he finally pulled back, his blue eyes were shining under the soft light of the room. His thumb traced your skin one last time before settling gently back on your chin.

"I would never hurt you, y/n..." Leon murmured, his voice low and full of sincerity. "I'd treat you like a prince, like you always deserved... something he never did."

He pressed his forehead against yours, closing his eyes for a moment, a soft smile playing on his lips. "If you let me... I promise I’ll do everything differently this time."

You didn’t respond—you just pulled him in for another kiss, pouring out all the love you’ve ever felt for him... all those feelings you held back for so long finally breaking free.

Slowly, you climbed onto his lap, resting your arms around his shoulders.

His hands slid down to your waist, gripping you firmly but carefully, making sure not to hurt you.

"You remain silent, only pulling him in for another kiss, pouring out all the love you've felt and continue to feel for him - every emotion you've kept bottled up for so long finally spilling free.

Slowly, you shift to straddle his lap, resting your arms atop his shoulders.

His hands slide down to your waist, gripping firmly yet carefully to avoid hurting you, his hip brushing softly against the contours of your ass. You could already feel the growing hardness of his cock, pulsating lightly.

Before you could react, he yanks your shirt off, leaving your upper body bare before him. He lingers for a moment, drinking in each curve, then moves closer to trail open-mouthed kisses along your stomach, chest, and neck."

"Ah, Leon!" you moan, clutching the back of his neck tightly.

He looks up at you, his eyes dark with lust and passion. "I want to fuck you so badly right now..." But then he adds, "But I won't force you into anything unless you really want it. We can just keep kissing if that's what you prefer."

You smile, still slightly breathless, and then say, "I want it... I've wanted this for so long that it hardly seems real now..."

With your confirmation, Leon flashes a wide, satisfied grin at having your consent.

Then he pulls you off his lap and lays you down on the sofa. With one swift tug, he rips off his own shirt, revealing his muscular chest and the thin trail of light hairs descending from his navel to the waistband of his pants.

I... have never done this with a guy before." He confesses, turning his eyes to you with a mix of apprehension and desire.

You feel your heart race. He was there, vulnerable, trusting you to guide him.

"And are you okay with that?" You ask softly, touching his arm in a reassuring gesture.

Leon swallows hard, but a small smile appears on his lips. "I'm a bit nervous... but, damn, I want you so much." He murmurs, sliding his hand over your bare chest, his fingers tracing a lazy path over your skin.

You hold his face between your hands, your thumbs caressing his sparse beard. "We don't need to rush anything... we can go at your pace."

Leon lets out a sigh of relief, but the sparkle in his eyes shows that he wants to continue. "I want to... just tell me what to do, okay?"

You smile, pulling him into a slow and deep kiss, your tongues meeting in a rhythm that says everything without needing words. Leon sighs against your mouth, and then, without breaking the kiss, he slides over you, your warm bodies fitting together perfectly...

He breaks the kiss and then undoes his belt and opens the zipper, takes off his pants, revealing his toned thighs with a light layer of sparse and light hair, higher up, his erection pressing against the thin fabric of his black boxers

With a quick movement, he pulls down his underwear as well, his cock springing out freely, rigid and completely erect.

He puts a bit of lube on his hands and starts spreading it along its length, the head of his cock shining as the pre-cum mixes with the lube

He gives a few experimental strokes, then grabs a condom, opens it with his teeth, and starts putting it on his cock, the silicone stretching to accommodate the thick circumference.

As soon as hes done, he looks at you, who had been watching him with a lustful gaze, propped up on your elbows, lying on your back.

You reach to grab the lube,put a little on the tips of your fingers and start spreading it at your entrance, closing your eyes as you move your fingers in a circular motion.

When you open your eyes, Leon is already on top of you, looking at you with a mischievous smile on his face, his cock pressing against your thigh.

"And now... do I just... put it in?" He asks, with a chuckle.

"Basically... but slowly at first, until I get used to it..." you say, already grabbing his cock with your hand, feeling the weight and heat against your palm, positioning it in your hole, and then, placing your hands on his shoulders for support.

"When you are ready.. " you say..

He started to push the tip of his cock inside you.

You feel a slight sting at first, but soon you get used to it.

Leon lets out a hoarse grunt when he finally buries himself completely inside you, he lowers himself, burying his face in your neck.

"Fuck.. this is fucking good.." he mumbled in your ear, a shiver spreading through your body, then you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer with your arms.

Slowly, Leon began to move, his movements making you let out a soft moan, until he started to speed up, moaning while looking into your eyes.

"Fuck.. you are so hot.." he says

He pulled you in for another kiss, his tongue invading your mouth while he continued to thrust into your entrance, his cock practically destroying your little hole with each thrust he gave, your dick was rigid, pre-cum dripping from the tip and wetting your belly, the sensation was wonderful, something you hadn't felt in a long time.

He was increasing the speed more and more, his heavy balls slapping against your ass, the sound of you two fucking echoing through the room, you scratched his back to try to hold back, but it was no use, the sensation kept getting more and more fucking pleasurable.

Suddenly, he pulls out of you, leaving you feeling empty, your hole clenching around nothing.

He positions his cock next to yours and starts to masturbate both of them together with his hand, a firm and torturous grip.

"Cum with me, love..." he says, and the word "love" sends a shiver down your spine.

He quickens the pace of his hand and then lets out a hoarse moan, closing his eyes as he cums on you.

Jet after jet of hot semen spreading over your belly and chest, and a little even reaching your cheek, and then, right after, you cum too, your body convulsing with pleasure as you roll your eyes back, moaning and gripping the sheets, your toes curling.

Leon fell beside you and pulled you closer to him, making your head rest on his right bicep, the smell of sweat and semen filling the air.

Leon kissed your forehead and used his free arm to pull you even closer by the waist.

"I love you, y/n." "And I want to be able to tell you that many more times."

He speaks with a low and hoarse voice, still a bit breathless from the recent excitement.

A/N: FINAL PART FINALLY. I really didn't like writing 3 chapters because I'm terrible at anything other than a one shot.Again, if the translation is a bit lame it's not my fault, blame the Gpt chat for making me believe that this would be a "100% faithful translation to American English"

Anyway, enjoy reading, and see you in the next chapter (a new story, still with Leon obviously)

Your POV:

It’s been three months since Leon and I first had sex.

Well… if oral counts, then it’s been four.

Anyway—

It’s been three months since we first lost ourselves in each other.

And ever since then, it hasn’t stopped.

It’s like, after that first time, we couldn’t help ourselves.

Once turned into twice… then four… then so many I’ve lost count.

Even with Leon hesitating almost every time—

He always looked like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.

And I get it. It’s risky, especially for him.

If my dad ever found out, the worst that could happen to me is a few weeks grounded, maybe no more using his card to buy the useless stuff I like.

But Leon?

He’d lose everything.

His position as my bodyguard, the president’s trust, his entire reputation.

And honestly, that wouldn’t even be the worst part.

The worst part would be how he would feel.

Because Leon takes this seriously. He wants to protect me.

But even with all that...

It never stopped us.

There were so many times.

In his room, in mine, in the back of the presidential car after class…

Even in the White House’s meeting room—

with the portraits of old presidents staring us down like we were committing a crime.

We knew it was “wrong,”

but nothing ever felt more right than being in his arms.

He always made me feel so good. So wanted.

He kissed me like he was starving—like he wanted to devour me.

And every time we came undone,

he’d pull me close, face buried in my neck, breathless…

kissing me softly over and over, like it was his way of saying sorry.

Or maybe… a promise to do it again.

The only person who knows about this—besides Leon and me—is Alice.

My best friend, confidant, and honestly, the biggest accomplice to this forbidden little romance.

I tell her everything. Everything.

From the very first time to the bolder ones—

like that time Leon threw me onto the couch in the presidential library,

half-panicked someone might walk in at any second.

Alice always reacts the same way:

some mix of “you’re insane” and “I’m obsessed, tell me more.”

She supports me. Never judged. Never even raised an eyebrow.

I think, deep down, she ships us harder than I do.

Take today, for example.

We met up real quick during break on campus.

Leon, as always, was waiting outside—

sunglasses on, looking like the definition of “I bite but don’t kiss.”

But I knew better.

I knew the man behind the uniform.

I knew how he blushed when I told him he was handsome.

I knew the little sound he made when I bit his shoulder.

I knew how he trembled whenever I ran my hand along the back of his neck.

Seeing him there, all serious and protective…

just made me even more excited for later.

I turned to Alice with a sly little smile and said under my breath:

“After class, I think I’ll ask him to grab something to eat with me downtown…”

I paused, just long enough for effect, then added with a smirk,

“...and maybe I’ll see if he wants to have me for dessert.”

Alice’s eyes went wide as she let out this half-scream laugh.

“Oh my God, you’re terrible!” she whispered through giggles.

“But listen… if he says yes, you better tell me everything.”

“I promise. If we hook up again, you’ll be the first to know.”

We laughed for another minute before the bell rang.

We hugged tight and gave each other that knowing look—

Then I headed to class, pretending to listen to the lecture,

while my brain could only focus on one thing:

The look on Leon’s face when I ask him out for that “snack” later...

I was almost asleep on my desk. Political theory class felt like it would never end, and the professor sounded like he’d popped a tranquilizer before walking in.

Alice nudged me with her elbow and whispered a joke that nearly made me laugh, but I didn’t even get the chance to reply.

That’s when the classroom door slammed open with a loud bang.

Everyone turned, startled.

And there he was.

Leon.

Wearing that serious look I’d only seen a few times before—one of them being when he pulled me behind him to shield me the moment Sadler found us back in Spain.

His eyes scanned the room until they locked onto mine. Then, in a firm, commanding voice that sliced through the silence, he said:

"He's leaving early."

Those piercing blue eyes never left me.

"And if I were any of you, I’d go home. Now."

No one questioned it. His tone left no room for doubt.

My heart was already racing before I could even process why.

Leon marched across the classroom and grabbed my wrist—firm, but not rough. Urgent.