Mean!John price who slaps your pussy silly after you cum without permission
Mean!John price who grabs you by your hair and rubs your face in the mess you made on his bed. āLick up the mess you made, little girl.ā If you try to resist heāll pin you down with his knee.
Mean!John price who fucks you throughly after overstimulating your sensitive pussy. If you get too noisy heāll make you suck on his thumb.
Mean!John price who scrubs your mouth out with soap after you accidentally slip out a cuss word during an argument.
Mean!John price who videos you humping his boot ānuh uh- look at the camera.ā He grabs you by your face and forces you to look while tears stream down your cheeks.
Mean!John price who makes you sit on his cock while he works. If you try to move heāll spank your ass. āSit fucking stillā¦ā
Mean!john price who embarrasses you infront of his team after you get a little too mouthy. āYou need a spanking later? Is that it bunny?ā His hand wraps around the back of your neck
Mean!john price who pounds your pussy while your half asleep. āGo back to sleep, baby..ā if you get too squirmy heāll shove your face into the pillows. āShhā¦close your eyesā
Mean!john price who gets off on making you cry. Heāll humiliate you until youāre sobbing with your head on his thigh.
Mean!john price who will ruin your favorite piece of clothing after you start acting a little too bratty towards him.
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"We haven't properly introduced ourselves," the older man started. "I'm Price."
"Ghost." He motioned to the big masked bloke staring daggers at you.
"Soap." The one with the mohawk licked his lips slightly, causing you to grimace.
"And Gaz." Price lastly motioned to the guy with tan skin. You had to admitāhe was quite handsome.
"Little code names? Is that all I get?" Your tone was condescending, and it worked. You could see the tightening of Price's jaw.
Without warning, you felt a gloved hand attach itself to your throat, grip like iron, choking out the last bit of air in your lungs.
"Think you're forgetting who's in charge here, love." Price hissed into your ear before letting you go.
You coughed, grabbing onto your throat as you struggled for air, a bruise already forming. But that didn't stop you yet.
"L-like choking little girls, Price?" you weakly spat out, a look full of venom on your face.
You were expecting him to lose it at that point, but he just folded his arms calmly, a smirk on his face even as he looked down at your last attempts to stay in control.
"Little girls? Oh no." His voice dropped lower, darker. "Worthless little sluts? Now that's a different story."
The words cut deep as you sent a glare his direction. Before you could even get out another word, Ghost and Soap had crossed the room in a matter of seconds and had you pinned by your arms on either side against the bed.
Ghost stared down at youāthe skull mask made your stomach churn. The hidden identity aspect didn't help at all with the situation you found yourself in. And he wasĀ huge. They were all huge, but he was freakishly huge.
They made quick work of your little Halloween costume. Loud fabric tears echoed through the roomāshorts and panties and your top in shreds on the floor.
"Let me go!" You wriggled in their grip, but they didn't even budge. They only laughed in response, finding the whole thing amusing. The reality of your fate finally began to sink in, an air of panic rising within you as tears threatened to well in your eyes.
Price stepped forward, nudging your knees apart with his large thighs, exposing your hot core.
He cocked his head to the side, cooing at it like it was alive. Ghost's hand went straight to your clit, pinching it and laughing as you thrashed from the contact.
Soap joined in and started slapping your foldsāboth men pinching and teasing your poor pussy like it was nothing more than a toy for them to abuse.
Tears fell from your eyesāa mixture of pain and pleasure along with embarrassment as you lay there so helpless under their hold.
"Come on, lads, that's not nice." A soft voice broke through your sobs. It was Gaz. He walked over, joining in on the commotion.
Just as you thought he was going to be your knight in shining armour, he quickly bent down and placed a finger around your entrance, drawing little circles around your hole before inserting it inside you.
"At least let her cum once before she's too fucked to even know what's going on," he mock-sympathised, brown eyes carrying a dark glint as he continued to fuck your little hole with his fingers.
Ghost made steady work of your clit, continuing to rub menacing circles while Soap sucked on your tits. Your sobs turned into moans quickly as you lay there, a wet mess under their hands.
It wasn't long before you reached your climax, releasing your juices all over Gaz's fingers, shuddering from your high. For a second, you forgot where you were or who you were with as your orgasm ripped through your body.
The aftershocks still rippled through you, your thighs trembling uncontrollably as Gaz slowly withdrew his fingers. Your chest heaved, breath coming in ragged gasps. For a moment, the room was quiet except for your pantingāall four men watching you come undone beneath them.
But you couldn't let them win. Not yet.
"T-that all you got?" The words tumbled out before you could stop them, your voice shaky and breathless but still dripping with venom. "Pathetic. I've had better from aā"
The slap came so fast you didn't see it coming. Price's hand cracked across your face, snapping your head to the side. The sting bloomed hot across your cheek, silencing you instantly.
"There it is," Price growled, his voice dangerously low. "Still running that fucking mouth."
Ghost's grip tightened on your wrists, pinning them above your head with bruising force. "Thought one orgasm would fix her attitude," he rumbled, his accent thick with disdain. "Guess we need to try harder."
"Much harder," Soap agreed, his hand coming down hard on your inner thigh. The sharp crack echoed through the room, followed immediately by another, and another. You yelped, trying to close your legs, but Price's thighs kept you spread wide open.
"Look at her," Gaz said, standing and wiping your slick across your own lips. "Still thinks she's in control. Still thinks this is a game."
Panic clawed at your chest. You needed leverageāsomething, anything to regain the upper hand. Your father. Your father was a fucking general. They couldn't do this to you.
"Waitāwait until my father hears about this!" The words came out desperate, shrill. "He'll have you all court-martialed! Dishonorably discharged! You'll rot in military prison for touching meā"
The room went silent.
Then they laughed.
All four of themādeep, genuine laughter that made your blood run cold. Price's shoulders shook with it, Ghost's chest rumbled, Soap actually doubled over slightly, and even Gaz's usually composed face split into a wide grin.
"Oh, sweetheart," Price said, wiping his eyes as his laughter subsided. "You really don't know, do you?"
Your stomach dropped. "Know what?"
Ghost leaned down, his masked face inches from yours, voice cold as death. "Who do you think gave us the green light?"
"Noā" The word came out as barely a whisper.
"Your father," Price continued, his tone almost conversational now, "stopped me as we were escorting you out of his gala. You remember that, don't you? Saw him whisper in my ear?"
You did remember. You'd noticed it, wondered what was being said, but you'd been too focused on maintaining your dignity as they dragged you away.
"Want to know what he said?" Price's smile was cruel. "He said, 'Captain Price, my daughter needs an attitude adjustment. Do whatever it takes. Break her if you have to. Just make sure she learns some fucking respect.'"
The words hit you like a physical blow. Your vision swam, ears ringing. "You're lyingā"
"Am I?" Price pulled out his phone, scrolling for a moment before turning the screen toward you. It was a text message from a number you recognizedāyour father's private line.
She's all yours. No limits. Fix her.
The phone disappeared, but the words were burned into your brain. Your own father. Your own fucking father had handed you over to them likeālike you were nothing. Like you were a problem to be solved, a brat to be broken.
"He even gave us this room," Gaz added, his voice carrying mock sympathy. "Made sure it was soundproof. Said he didn't want to hear you screaming."
"Noāno, he wouldn'tā" But even as you said it, you knew it was true. The way he'd looked at you lately, the disappointment in his eyes every time you acted out, every time you embarrassed him in front of his colleagues.
"Face it, princess," Ghost said, his grip on your wrists tightening until you whimpered. "Daddy doesn't want you back until we've fucked all that bratty entitlement out of you. You have no leverage. No power. No escape."
Something inside you cracked. The last wall of defense, the final thread of control you'd been clinging toāit snapped. Your father had betrayed you. Given you to these men like you were nothing more than a problem to be handled.
Tears welled in your eyes, spilling down your temples. "Pleaseā"
"Please what?" Price asked, his hand wrapping around your throat again, tighter this time, cutting off your air completely. "Please stop? Your father said no limits, sweetheart. We can do whatever the fuck we want to you. And we're going to. We're going to fuck every last bit of that attitude out of you until you're nothing but an obedient little slut. Understand?"
You couldn't respond, couldn't breathe. Your vision started to blur at the edges, panic rising as your lungs screamed for air. Just when you thought you might pass out, he released you.
You gasped, coughing and sputtering, but before you could recover, Price grabbed your jaw roughly. "Open."
"Fuck yā"
He squeezed your cheeks, forcing your mouth open, and spat directly onto your tongue. The degradation of it made your face burn with humiliation.
"Swallow it," he commanded.
You glared up at him, defiance still flickering in your eyes despite everything. His expression darkened.
"Swallow. It."
Reluctantly, you did, the taste of him sliding down your throat. He smiledācold and predatory.
"Good girl. See? You can follow orders when properly motivated."
"Flip her over," Ghost ordered, his voice carrying the weight of command.
They moved with military precision, manhandling you onto your stomach before you could protest. Your face pressed into the mattress, ass up in the air, completely exposed and vulnerable. Ghost kept your wrists pinned while Soap grabbed your hips, positioning you exactly how they wanted.
"This arse has been begging for attention," Soap said, his accent thick with lust. His palm came down hard on your right cheek, then your left, alternating in a brutal rhythm that had you crying out into the sheets.
"Count them," Price ordered from somewhere behind you. "And thank us for each one."
"Fuckānoā"
Another vicious slap, harder than the others.
"That's one you've missed already," Price said calmly. "We'll just have to start over. And add extras for the attitude."
Soap's hand came down again, the sound obscenely loud.
"One," you gasped out, your pride crumbling with each strike. "T-thank you."
"Thank you, what?"
"Thank you, sir."
"Better."
The spanking continued, each strike harder than the last, until your ass was burning and tears were streaming down your face. Your cunt, traitorously, was drippingāarousal mixing with humiliation in a way that made your head spin.
"Look how wet she is," Gaz observed, running a finger through your folds. "Getting off on being punished like the desperate little slut she is."
"Pleaseā" The word escaped before you could stop it.
"Please what?" Price asked, his hand replacing Gaz's, two thick fingers sliding into you without warning. "Please stop? Please more? Use your words, sweetheart."
You couldn't answer, couldn't think. His fingers curled inside you, finding that spot that made you see stars, while his thumb pressed against your clit. The pleasure was overwhelming after the pain, your body confused and desperate.
"She's clenching around my fingers," Price announced. "Greedy little cunt wants more."
"Then let's give her more," Ghost said darkly.
You heard the sound of a belt buckle, then another. Your heart raced, anticipation and fear mixing into something intoxicating.
Price withdrew his fingers, leaving you empty and aching. "Who wants her mouth first?"
"Me," Soap said immediately, moving around to kneel in front of you. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head up. His cock was already hard, thick and intimidating. "Open up, princess. Time to put that bratty mouth to good use."
You pressed your lips together stubbornly, one last act of defiance.
His grip tightened painfully in your hair. "Open. Or I'll make you."
When you still didn't comply, he pinched your nose shut, cutting off your air. You held out as long as you could, but eventually, you had to gasp for breath. The moment your mouth opened, he shoved his cock inside, making you gag.
"That's it," he groaned, holding your head in place as he thrust into your mouth. "Fucking take it."
Tears streamed down your face as he used your throat, giving you barely any time to breathe. Behind you, you felt the blunt head of someone's cockāPrice's, you thoughtāpressing against your entrance.
"Remember, sweetheart," Price said, his voice rough with desire. "You asked for this. You wanted to see what would happen if you kept running that mouth."
He slammed into you in one brutal thrust, stretching you wide, filling you completely. You would have screamed if Soap's cock wasn't buried in your throat. The sensation of being filled from both ends was overwhelming, your body stretched and used.
They found a rhythm, Price pounding into you from behind while Soap fucked your face, both men using you like their personal toy. Ghost still held your wrists, keeping you pinned and helpless, while Gaz watched, stroking himself slowly.
"Such a pretty sight," Gaz murmured. "All that attitude fucked right out of her."
But he was wrong. Even now, even like this, you tried to hold onto some shred of control. You bit down slightly on Soap's cockānot hard enough to hurt, but enough to remind him you still had teeth.
He pulled out immediately, his hand cracking across your face. "Fucking bitch."
"She needs to learn," Ghost said coldly. He released your wrists only to grab your throat from behind, pulling you up so your back was against his chest. Price never stopped fucking you, the new angle making him hit even deeper. "Needs to understand what happens when she misbehaves."
His hand tightened around your throat, cutting off your air while Price continued to rail you mercilessly. The combination of pleasure and oxygen deprivation made your head spin, your vision going hazy.
"You going to behave?" Ghost growled in your ear. "Or do we need to get rougher?"
You couldn't answer, couldn't breathe. Your body was betraying you, another orgasm building despiteāor maybe because ofāthe brutal treatment.
He released your throat just enough for you to gasp in air. "Answer me."
"F-fuck you," you managed to choke out.
Wrong answer.
Ghost shoved you back down, face-first into the mattress. Price pulled out, and before you could process the emptiness, you felt him pressing against your other hole.
"Noāwaitā" Panic flooded through you.
"Should have behaved," Price said simply, and pushed inside.
The stretch was intense, burning, overwhelming. You cried out, hands fisting in the sheets as he worked himself deeper, inch by inch, until he was fully seated inside you.
You couldn't respond, couldn't do anything but whimper as he started to move, slow at first, then faster. The pain gradually shifted into something else, something that had you moaning despite yourself.
"That's it," he praised darkly. "Take it like a good girl. This is what you needed all along, isn't it? Someone to put you in your place."
Gaz moved to kneel beside your head, his cock level with your face. "Open," he commanded, gentler than Soap but no less firm.
This time, you obeyed. You were too overwhelmed to fight anymore, too lost in sensation. He slid into your mouth, groaning at the wet heat.
"There we go," Gaz murmured, stroking your hair almost tenderly even as he fucked your throat. "See how much easier it is when you just submit?"
They used you together, Price in your ass and Gaz in your mouth, while Soap and Ghost watched, waiting their turn. Your body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with sensation. Another orgasm was building, impossible to fight, your cunt clenching around nothing.
"She's close again," Price observed, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "Can feel her squeezing me. You want to cum, sweetheart?"
You moaned around Gaz's cock, desperate and needy.
"Then beg for it. Beg us to let you cum."
Gaz pulled out, giving you the chance to speak. Your voice was wrecked, barely recognizable. "Pleaseāplease let me cumā"
"Please what?"
"Please, sirāpleaseāI need itā"
"Do you deserve it?" Price asked, his hand coming down hard on your already-bruised ass. "After all that attitude? After all that disrespect?"
"I'm sorryāI'm sorryāpleaseā"
"Sorry for what?"
"For being a bratāfor talking backāpleaseāI'll be goodā"
"Will you?" His pace increased, brutal and punishing. "Will you really?"
"Yes! Yes, I promiseāpleaseā"
"Cum," he commanded. "Cum on my cock like the desperate little slut you are."
Permission granted, your body obeyed. The orgasm crashed through you, more intense than the first, leaving you shaking and sobbing. Price followed moments later, spilling inside you with a groan, his fingers digging bruises into your hips.
He pulled out slowly, and you collapsed onto the mattress, completely spent. But they weren't done with you yet.
"My turn," Ghost said, his voice dark with promise. "And I'm not going to be gentle."
You barely had time to catch your breath before Ghost's massive hands gripped your hips, flipping you onto your back. Through tear-blurred vision, you saw him looming over youāall muscle and menace, the skull mask making him look inhuman. Your heart hammered against your ribs.
Some stupid, stubborn part of youāthe part that had gotten you into this messātried one last time to assert itself.
"Is that supposed to scare me?" you rasped, your voice hoarse and broken. "You're all the same. Justā"
His hand wrapped around your throat, cutting off your words and your air. He squeezed hard, harder than Price had, until black spots danced in your vision. Your hands flew to his wrist, clawing uselessly.
"Still talking," Ghost said, his voice cold and emotionless. "Let's fix that."
He released your throat just long enough for you to gasp in a desperate breath, then slammed into you in one brutal thrust. You screamedāthe stretch was overwhelming, painful, his cock even thicker than Price's. He gave you no time to adjust, immediately setting a punishing pace that had you seeing stars.
"That's better," he grunted, his hand returning to your throat, squeezing rhythmically as he fucked you. "No more smart mouth. Just a hole to use."
The lack of oxygen combined with the brutal fucking made your head spin. Your body didn't know whether to fight or surrender, pleasure and pain blurring into something incomprehensible. Tears streamed down your temples as he used you, his grip on your throat never loosening.
"Look at her," Soap said from somewhere above you. "Fucking crying. Where's all that attitude now, princess?"
You tried to glare at him, tried to summon some last shred of defiance, but Ghost squeezed harder and your vision went hazy. Just when you thought you might pass out, he released you, letting you gulp in air.
"Open your mouth," Soap commanded, moving to kneel beside your head.
You hesitated for just a secondāone second too long. Ghost's hand cracked across your face, the slap echoing through the room.
"He gave you an order," Ghost growled, never breaking his rhythm. "Obey."
Your mouth fell open, and Soap immediately shoved his cock inside, groaning as he hit the back of your throat. Between Ghost's brutal thrusts and Soap fucking your face, you couldn't breathe, couldn't think. Your body was just a vessel for their pleasure, used from both ends.
"That's it," Soap moaned, his hands tangling in your hair. "Take it. This is what that bratty mouth is good for."
They found a rhythm, both men using you in sync, and despite everythingādespite the pain and the humiliation and the overwhelming sensationāyou felt another orgasm building. Your body was betraying you completely, responding to the brutal treatment with desperate arousal.
Ghost felt you clenching around him and laughed darkly. "She's going to cum again. Fucking slut loves being used like this."
"Noā" you tried to protest around Soap's cock, but it came out as a muffled moan.
"Yes," Ghost corrected, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing harsh circles. "Cum on my cock. Show us what a desperate whore you are."
The orgasm hit you like a freight train, ripping through your body with terrifying intensity. You convulsed around Ghost's cock, screaming around Soap's, your entire body shaking uncontrollably. It went on and on, wave after wave of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
Soap pulled out of your mouth, letting you gasp and sob. "Fuck, look at her. Completely gone."
Ghost didn't slow down, fucking you through your orgasm and beyond, pushing you toward overstimulation. You whimpered, hands pushing weakly at his chest.
"Too muchācan'tāpleaseā"
"You can," he said simply. "And you will."
He pulled out suddenly, leaving you empty and aching. Before you could process the loss, he flipped you over onto your hands and knees. You barely had the strength to hold yourself up, arms shaking.
"Ass up," Ghost ordered, his hand pressing between your shoulder blades, forcing your face into the mattress. "Present yourself properly."
You obeyed without thinking, too overwhelmed to fight. He entered you again from behind, the new angle somehow even deeper. His hands gripped your hips hard enough to bruise as he pounded into you relentlessly.
"Good girl," he praised darkly. "Learning your place."
Price moved in front of you, his cock still hard despite having just finished. He grabbed your hair, lifting your head. "Clean me off."
You opened your mouth automatically, taking him in, tasting yourself and his cum. The degradation of it should have made you angry, should have sparked some resistance, but instead you just felt... empty. Compliant. Broken.
"That's it," Price murmured, his voice almost gentle. "No more fighting. Just obedience."
Ghost's pace became erratic, his grip tightening. "Going to fill this cunt up," he grunted. "Mark you as ours."
He came with a low groan, spilling deep inside you. The warmth of it triggered another orgasmāsmaller than the others but no less devastating. You moaned around Price's cock, your body trembling.
Ghost pulled out, and immediately Gaz took his place. You whimpered at the intrusion, oversensitive and overwhelmed, but he just shushed you mockingly.
"Shh, you can take more," Gaz said, his voice deceptively sweet. "You're going to take everything we give you."
He fucked you slowly at first, almost gentle, but his hand came down hard on your ass. Once, twice, three times, until you were crying out around Price's cock.
"Count them," Gaz ordered. "And thank me."
Price pulled out, letting you speak. Your voice was absolutely wrecked.
"Oneāthank you, sirā"
Another slap.
"Twoāthank you, sirā"
Again.
"Threeāthank you, sirā"
The spanking continued, each strike harder than the last, until your ass was on fire and you were sobbing openly. But you counted every single one, thanked him for every single one, your resistance completely shattered.
"Good girl," Gaz praised, his pace increasing. "See how much better you are when you behave?"
"Yes, sir," you whimpered, the words coming automatically now. "I'm sorryāI'm sorry for being badā"
"What are you?" Price asked, his hand gripping your jaw, forcing you to look up at him.
"A slut," you whispered, shame burning through you. "Your slut."
"Louder."
"I'm your slut!" you cried out, tears streaming down your face. "I'm a worthless slut who needs to be usedāpleaseāplease use meā"
"Fuck," Gaz groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. "She's really broken now."
He came inside you with a shudder, adding to the mess already leaking out of you. When he pulled out, you collapsed onto the mattress, unable to hold yourself up anymore. Your body was covered in sweat, cum, and tears, trembling uncontrollably.
"One more," Soap said, his voice thick with desire. "My turn to break her completely."
"Please," you sobbed, not even sure what you were begging for anymore. "Pleaseā"
"Please what?" Soap asked, positioning himself behind you. "Please fuck you? Please stop? Use your words, princess."
"Please fuck me," you heard yourself say, the words tumbling out without thought. "Please use meāI need itāI need you to use meā"
"That's what I wanted to hear."
He entered you roughly, and despite everything, despite the overstimulation and exhaustion, your body responded. You moaned, pushing back against him, desperate for more.
"Look at her," Price said, his voice filled with dark satisfaction. "Begging for it now. Where's that bratty little girl who thought she was in control?"
"Gone," you whimpered, the truth of it hitting you. "She's goneāI'm yoursāpleaseā"
Soap fucked you brutally, his hands gripping your hips, pulling you back onto his cock with each thrust. The wet sounds of your coupling filled the room, obscene and degrading.
"Say it again," he demanded. "Tell us what you are."
"I'm yours," you sobbed, your mind fragmenting under the onslaught of sensation. "I'm your slutāyour toyāyour cum dumpsterāpleaseāplease use meā"
"Fucking hell," Soap groaned. "She's perfect like this. Completely broken."
Another orgasm was building, impossible as it seemed. Your body was beyond your control now, responding to their commands, their touch, their words. You were nothing but sensation, nothing but need.
"Cum," Soap ordered, his hand reaching around to rub your clit. "Cum for me, slut."
You shattered. The orgasm tore through you with devastating force, leaving you screaming and convulsing. Your vision went white, your mind going completely blank. You were aware of nothing but the pleasure, the overwhelming, all-consuming pleasure that seemed to go on forever.
Soap came with a roar, filling you one last time. When he pulled out, you collapsed completely, unable to move, unable to think. Cum leaked out of you, dripping down your thighs. Your body was covered in marksābruises, bite marks, handprints. You were utterly destroyed.
For a long moment, there was silence except for your ragged breathing and quiet sobs.
"Look at me," Price commanded softly.
You turned your head, meeting his eyes. There was no defiance left in you, no attitude, no fight. Just submission. Complete and total submission.
"What are you?" he asked one final time.
"Yours," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "I'm completely yours. I'll do anythingābe anythingāpleaseājustā"
You couldn't even finish the sentence, too broken to articulate what you needed.
Price's hand stroked your hair, almost tender. "That's right. You're ours now. Our good girl. Our obedient little slut."
"Yes, sir," you breathed, the words feeling right in a way nothing else ever had. "Thank you, sir."
Ghost's hand joined Price's, both men touching you with surprising gentleness now that you were completely broken. "No more attitude," Ghost said. "No more bratty behavior."
"No, sir," you agreed immediately, desperately. "I'll be goodāI promiseāI'll be so goodā"
"We know you will," Gaz said, his hand running down your back. "Because now you understand your place."
"Yes, sir," you whispered, fresh tears sliding down your cheeks. "I understand."
Soap pressed a kiss to your shoulder, his earlier roughness replaced with something almost affectionate. "Our perfect little toy."
You nodded weakly, accepting the label, accepting everything. Your bratty attitude was gone, fucked out of you completely, replaced with desperate submission and need. You were theirsāmind, body, and soulāand the terrifying part was how right it felt.
How much you wanted to stay exactly like this.
Broken. Obedient. Theirs.
"Please," you whispered one last time, not even sure what you were asking for. "Please don't stopāI needāI need youā"
Price smiled, dark and satisfied. "Don't worry, sweetheart. We're not done with you yet. Not even close."
And despite your exhaustion, despite being utterly destroyed, you felt a thrill of anticipation run through you.
baby pink lace hangs out of the back pocket on leonās jeans. itās where all of your delicate panties end up once the sun begins to set and leon has dropped to his knees right in front of the couch. your inspection is like clockwork, just a part of your daily routine, and secretly, you think itās leonās favourite time of the day
āyou gonna let me see her, sweetheart?ā he mumbles when your thighs press firmly together and hide what he desperately wants to see. his hands slide up the backs of your thighs and settle into the crook of your bent knees but he doesnāt forcefully separate your legs, like he could do so easily, until youāre ready
the tone of his voice makes you whimper as you slump further into the crease between the couch cushions, causing your ankle to bump against leonās jaw. he presses a soft kiss above the hem of your sock and watches as you nod in response to his question before you sink your teeth into your bottom lipĀ
āwords, use them,ā leon orders, though his tone stays gentle. his fingertips squeeze your legs, dimpling into your skin as not only a reminder that heās waiting but a tender reassurance that although heās giving you instructions, heās not mad that you forgot to give him a verbal answer, āneed tāhear it, baby,ā
āyes,ā you whisper promptly but much to your dismay leon clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth and shakes his head. confusion knits across your forehead as he cocks his head to the side and raises an eyebrow at you and it takes a second but once you get it, your cheeks flush, āohāyes, daddy,ā
leon chuckles at the deepened shade of red that paints across your face, āgood girl,ā he drawls, knowing that itāll only make you get hotter underneath the surface of your skin. he separates your thighs slowly and with ease, letting them fall apart while he leans forwards to drag his lips over your bodyĀ
he starts at the side of your kneecap and works downwards, pressing soft kisses all the way down to your hip. a gasp catches in your throat as his warm breath fans over your bare pussy but he pays you no attentionānot there at leastābefore he grazes his teeth over the inside of your other thigh
itās not sharp or at all painful and yet, you jump and instinctively reach down to weave your fingers into his hair. leon knows what heās doing and knows exactly how to rise a reaction out of you so when he pulls back to kneel between your thighs, heās smirking something filthy and clearly very pleased with himselfĀ
his palms push against your thighs, shoving them all the way back until the upper part of your legs are flush against your ribcageāa position you werenāt aware that you could be put into until leon came into your life. with your thighs parted, your pussy spreads wide with a little slick sound that makes leon gruntĀ
āfuckāthere she is,ā he groans fondly as his eyes flicker down to your core. his pupils blow wide and the blue of his eyes darkens with lust while his tongue darts between his lips. from your point of view, he looks like an animal admiring his prey, like heās going to ruin you and swallow whole and knowing him, he just might
a whine erupts in your chest as you squirm under his gaze. you feel exposed, more than you ever have done before, but never once do you feel uncomfortableāleon always makes sure of it. his affinity for you and your body is one thing but his attraction to his inspections is another and itās highly contagiousĀ
heat blooms throughout your cunt and itās very closely followed by the tell-tale warmth of slick that pools inside of and then overflows from your clenching hole. you moan breathily as you feel it trickle down your skin and watch as leonās eyes track it until it soaks into the couch cushions beneath your assĀ
āwet alreadyāi havenāt even done anything yet,ā leon hums a lie that causes you to wriggle. he has done something, heās always doing something that has your cunt dripping with want. in fact, he could probably do nothing at all and you would still find yourself soakingāyouāre just perpetually wet with him in your life
āhave,ā you correct him with a huff thatās petulant and annoying, though you canāt find it within yourself to care as your fingertips curl into the roots of his hair and tug. itās a barely there pull and leon doesnāt really react to it but the second you do it, you regret it and know full well that youāll pay for it later one way or anotherĀ
howeverāfor nowāleon ignores your touch to give you his own. against the most outer parts of your pussy, leonās thumbs stroke outwards, stretching you even wider for his viewing pleasure. his eyes focus on your clit for a moment while it throbs and then flit down to your hole before he starts to blow cool air over you
it breezes up and down the center of your cunt slowly and in a straight line that connects his two main points of interest. bumps scatter over your thighs as a shiver runs the length of your spine and makes your entire body shudder, which is strange because youāre practically sweating with anticipationĀ
leon puffs even more cold air over you as he whistles low, āsheās real pretty, sweetheart,ā he says, low and much too calm considering that his intense stare is directed right to where youāre clenching in aāso far, futileāattempt to entice him into doing somethingāanything
āyeah?ā you breathe eagerly, indulging in his praise while actively searching for more. sometimes leon calls you greedy for it but the way it makes your brain fizzle with a pleasant sort of static is addictive. he knows just what to say and when to say it, knows exactly what you need to hear to keep you pliant and docile underneath him, so really, itās all his fault that you want more
āyeahāprettiest little thing iāve ever seen,ā leon reiterates and before you have the chance to react, he dips forwards and wraps his lips around your clit in a sloppyābut fleetingākiss. you hiss through gritted teeth as your thighs try to snap shut but leon is much faster than you
his extensive training works wonders for your sex life. he can predict when youāre going to move and can very easily prevent it before youāve even managed to register that you're moving. his hands grab at your thighs, holding them in place against the couch, even as you writhe against himĀ
ādonāt you dareākeep them there,ā he orders whilst digging his fingertips into you harshly enough to leave small dotted bruises that youāll find for days to come. he jerks his head away from your touch afterwards, prompting your hands to fall out of his hair, āhold them openānow, angel,ā he huffsĀ
your whine gets ignored but you know better than to test his patience and so, your hands slide around your thighs and then slot into the backs of your bent kneesāwhere leonās hands were earlierāto do exactly as he says without a single complaint but definitely with a frown thatās very pointedĀ
after a moment of silence, a test that you pass with flying colors, leonĀ spreads your cunt wide again. his attention returns to your clit, thatās now covered in a glistening sheen of his spit, ābet she achesāhuhāthrobbing like that,ā he purrs and ever so gently ghosts the pad of his thumb against youĀ
the simple sensation it creates causes your body to tense up and then relax back into it just as quickly while you hum a sound thatās something vaguely agreeable. your jaw hangs open and your lashes flutter against your cheeks as you indulge in the back and forth sweep of his thumb but then, it stops abruptlyĀ
āwordsāi wonāt tell you again,ā leon warnsĀ
āyesāfuckāyes, it aches so bad,ā you blurt out through a moan that must satisfy him at least a little bit because his thumb settles back over your clit and starts to rub in little circles. your back arches away from the couch and another wave of slick spills from your hole to add to the puddle thatās growing under youĀ
āmhmm,ā leon hums, laced with a faux type of contemplation that he often uses during his inspections, āthatās normalāespecially since sheās so needy,ā he mumbles under his breath and begins to take the circles wider and really draw them out whilst applying enough pressure to make your eyes roll backĀ
pleasure seeps through your veins and burns at the tip of every nerve ending that your body contains. short gasps and whimpers fall from the tip of your tongue and echo in the space around you while leonās fingertips press deeper and circle ever so slightly faster above your steadily pulsing holeĀ
āshe likes that,ā leon observes when his eyes flicker down to see the evidence of your arousal, āwhat about this?ā he murmurs as he takes your clit between his forefinger and thumb and pinches softly. a choked sob pulls from your throat and your thighs tremble against your palmsājust more displays of your arousal for leonās consideration, āgoodāand this?āĀ
every dayāevery single dayāleon carries out the exact same inspection meticulously. the same routine, the same tests, and still, when his palm strikes your clit in a tame slap, it makes you flinch. by now, you shouldāve learnt to expect itāyou should remember itābut you never do. it always catches you off guardĀ
āfuckāoh my god,ā you yelp as the spank stings your sensitive clit in the most satisfying way. your nails dig into the flesh of your thighs, creating half moon indents thatāll definitely hurt when your hand eventually shifts but you donāt care when leon soothes your twitching clit with a gentle kiss that makes you whineĀ
tears flood your waterlines and blur your vision of the older man, āperfectāas usual,ā he hums as the shadowed shape of him leans to one side. you canāt see him properly but you can still feel his touch while he lightly bites your calf muscle and then relieves it with a kiss, āletās see what else my girl has fāme,āĀ
leonās thumb traces slowly downwards from your clit, eliciting your disgruntled whines over the loss of his touch against your demanding bundle of nerves. the presence of his thumb hovers over you and itās dizzying to know that heās so close but still not quite there. you could beg, could prove to him that you are greedy and insatiable but leon is already well awareĀ
he circles your hole slowly, outlining the thin and sensitive skin that has pulled taut with how wide your thighs are still stretched. your eyes clench and squeeze a fresh wave of tears over your cheeks while the breath in your lungs expels itself in a wobbly half whimper and half sobĀ
āsheās needy too?ā leon coos, dripping with what anyone else would mistake for sympathy. itās not that, itās never that because itās said with a smirk and a telling sparkle in his eyes. heās loves watching you become ruined underneath him and as you do, you almost miss that he asked you a question
āoh godāyes,ā you cry out as the slide of his thumb gets easy with the copious amount of slick that you have to offer. your pussy contracts with him that close to where you want him and slick coats his knuckles and fingertips, letting him inadvertently smear it across your thighs whilst his thumb orbits you
āgod damnāpretty fuckinā girl,ā leon growls mostly to himself and whether heās talking about you as a whole or just your cuntāyou donāt know and you donāt care to ask, you whimper all the same anyway, āso messy and itās all for me,ā he groans and this time, heās not asking, heās statingāhe knows itās for him
still though, you answer, āall for youāalways for you,āĀ
āyeahāi know angel,ā leon chuckles at you working yourself into a state, even though heās the culprit of it all. both of his thumbs brush against your pussy and set your body alight as he uses them to hold your hole open and make it gape, ābet she tastes real fuckinā sweet too,ā he adds, although itās not an afterthought, while he licks his lips. animal. prey.Ā
you nod frantically. itās all you can do as you fight the urge to let go of your thigh and pull him face first into your pussy with your fingers twisted deep into the roots of his hair. the mere thought of his tongue against you makes your hole weep and leon watches it happen as you watch cogs turn in his brain and then, he loses the battle heās having within himself and dives in
he laps at your entrance like aāwell, like an animal. itās sloppy and messy, thereās no grace to any of it. he moans into you like he truly has just tasted the sweetest thing he has ever come across while your back curves and your fingertips struggle to find purchase against your thighs that so desperately want to clamp down around his head as he licks a stripe up to your clitĀ
around his mouth and the prickly stubble that covers his jaw is shiny with your slick and you can see it pooling on his tongue where heās gathered it up just before he spits it lazily over your clit and watches it drip back down to your hole, āknew itāsheās always so sweet fāme,ā leon grunts
each word is accentuated with a lick and a peck to your clit that rages a wildfire around your spine and winds the coil in your stomach a little bit tighter. itās like electricity zapping through your body but itās still nowhere near enough to satisfy you and youāre too far gone to think any less of yourself for beggingĀ
āpleaseāit hurts,ā you sniffle pathetically as the space between your scalp and brain fills with cotton wool and clouds that refuse to let your thoughts make it to your mouth in one piece. leon appears to get it though, his eyebrow raises and one of his thumbs returns to slipping around your hole
āpoor thing,ā leon coosāno, teasesāas he reverses the motion heās doing to go the other way, āwhere does it hurtācan you tell me?ā he asks and reaches up to swipe tears from your cheek with a knuckle on his freehand, ādoes it hurt here?ā he questions, pressing the pad of his thumb deeper into your rim
your head shakes and your breath hitches. whilst what he's doing feels incredible, itās not where the ache is beginning to tighten and pull at your muscles, āahāokayāmaybe here then,ā leon murmurs and before your brain can work out what he said, his thumb pushes past your entrance and slides into your heatĀ
you make a noiseāa moan, a yelp, a sob, any guess is as good as yoursāover the sudden intrusion. thereās no familiar stretch and heās still far away from the ache but itās something, ādeeper, i needāplease go deeper,ā you sob as leon shallowly thrusts his thumb into you, barely pulling out and barely going any furtherĀ
āungrateful,ā leon sighs and snatches his hand back, making his thumb slip free of your body with a wet pop. you want to wail and thrash as he takes the feeling that was dulling the ache with him but you canāt whilst you try your hardest to keep hold of your legs and keep air steadily filtering into your lungsĀ
ānoāno, iām justādaddy,ā you stumble over your words and blink rapidly to clear your vision to be able to see him properly. your eyes burn and your cheeks are starting to get sore and youāre at the end of your tether with his teasing, āpleaseādaddyāit hurts, need you to fix it, pleāā
your desperate ramble gets cut off and morphs into a strained mewl while your heartbeat pounds against your eardrums as two of leonās thick fingers slide into your cunt with no preamble. you clench around him on instinct, trying to trap him there and suck him deeperāeven though you can feel his knuckles against youĀ
the stretch that you so badly missed earlier comes now in an all consuming ignition that makes your eyes pinch shut and your lips form into a silentāoh. when your eyes eventually open, you jerk in surprise because leon is standing above you, hovering with his free hand clutching the back of the couch and his knees pressing into the backs of your thighs, nudging your hands away roughlyĀ
āthis what you wantedādid i find the ache, sweet girl?ā he growls while your hands yank at his shirt to pull him lower over you. his fingertips curl deep inside of you to find that soft spot that only he can reach and can treat so well and when he finds it, he strokes against itāhard, āgo on, answer me,ā
wholeheartedlyāyouād love to but you canāt. your jaw hangs and your eyebrows furrow as the air gets punched out of your lungs with every drag of his fingers. you can feel him in your stomach, up in your chest and everywhere else as you blink up at him and shake with your sobsāyouāre ruined and it makes leon grin
breathy moans make your chest heave as the room around you fills with the sound of your sloppy cunt accommodating leonās fingers as they start to plunge in and out of your pussy. with every thrust, he nails his fingertips against the ache thatās dull and bruising but soāsoāgood that all you can do is turn into a whimpering, whining mess underneath him
āohāi know,ā leon purrs when your eyes search his, ālook how well sheās taking me angel, sālike she was made just for me,ā he drawls with a voice thatās like honey while he lets you pull him even closer until the tips of your noses bump together, āperfect fuckinā cunt on a perfect fuckinā girlāfuck,āĀ
leon tilts his head before heās finished talking and crushes his mouth against yours, causing his last word to muffle somewhere in between you and him as he gives you a kiss thatās all tongue and teeth. itās not supposed to be a good kissāfar from it in fact. itās raw and instinctual. an animal and his prey.Ā
your chin tips up to chase him into it as he laps over your bottom lip and then licks messily over the underside of your tongue before he pulls back and puts just inches of space between you, āstick it outāshitāyeah, just like that,ā leon huffs when your tongue lolls out so that he can spit into your mouthĀ
he tastes like you. he tastes like your slick and your arousal and you didnāt realise it when he was kissing you but you realise it now as your head tips back and you moan wantonly. molasses replaces your veins, making your limbs heavy and your eyelids pull down until theyāre closer to being shut than open but all you care to see is leon above you and thatās enoughĀ
a gasp catches in your throat as his thumb sweeps over your clit in time with the unrelenting thrust of his fingers. the pace heās set it unlike any other and if you use every bit of focus that you have left, you can see the veins in his arms popping and protruding from his tanned skināit makes your mouth waterĀ
āmāgonna need you to come, sweetheart,ā leon pants as his eyes flicker down to the bulge in his jeans. heās rock hard and straining against the denim but he never touches himself until heās made you comeāat leastāonce, āgotta make sure she can still take itāyeah?ā he asks, though you know itās not up for debateĀ
leonās patience is thinning to a place where itāll be beyond repair and truthfully, so is yours. his ask isnāt a big one, not when you consider the fact that every curl of his fingertips, every thrust of his fingers, every filthy wet sound that follows them, is hurtling you towards the edge of your orgasmĀ
he knows that though. he can feel the clench of your pussy and how your heartbeat thrums through it. he can feel your clit throb and twitch underneath the pad of his thumb and if that wasnāt enough, he can see your half lidded eyes and hear your moans as they come in quicker succession than they did beforeĀ
thereās something else though. something deep inside of you that has been building patiently through all of his touches. itās a hot pit that pushes back against his fingertips as he seats them ever so deep inside of you and furiously makes aācome hereāmotion which pushes you right to the edge and almost shoves you right off of itĀ
your eyes blow wide and you scramble to sink your hands into the couch cushions to push the top half of your body up. the new position puts leonās fingers at a slightly different angle, one that feels better than anything else youāve ever felt and one that has you choking on a gasp that doesnāt let you get your words outĀ
āthere it isācome sweetheart,ā leon groans to finish you off. his words are distant as you willingly jump from the edge and tip your forehead against his chin. searing white flashes behind your eyelids and your eardrums thump while your cunt spasms around his fingers that donāt stop pressing upwardsĀ
whatever heās recklessly searching for, he must find with the flood of warmth that gushes from your pussy, āthereājust like thatāāatta girl,ā leon murmurs into your hair, still distant, as you keen and cry out but leon doesnāt stop even then and when your eyes flutter open with a struggle, you see exactly whyĀ
the front of his jeans is soaked and the denim is stained darker from the seemingly never ending stream that heās prying from your body like his life depends on it. your orgasm is starting to wane and overstimulation is lingering and waiting to pounce but you canāt stop, now now and not when leon growlsĀ
āmoreāmoreākeep going,ā he orders and your body begins to vibrate. you clamp down around him like a vice as your whimpers become nothing but a scratch in the back of your throat. it could be seconds, minutes or even hours of him wringing you dry but eventually, you have nothing left to give and finally, it ends, āgood girlādid so fucking good,ā leon whispersĀ
your body sags back into the couch with a thud and your thighs donāt even have the strength left to pull together, leaving your swollen cunt on display for leon while he carefully withdraws his soaking wet fingers. your body is a live wire but your brain has long since switched off and everything feels right, it feels good. even when leon slaps your pussy and utters,
ānowāletās see if she can do that around my cock,ā
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baby pink lace hangs out of the back pocket on leonās jeans. itās where all of your delicate panties end up once the sun begins to set and leon has dropped to his knees right in front of the couch. your inspection is like clockwork, just a part of your daily routine, and secretly, you think itās leonās favourite time of the day
āyou gonna let me see her, sweetheart?ā he mumbles when your thighs press firmly together and hide what he desperately wants to see. his hands slide up the backs of your thighs and settle into the crook of your bent knees but he doesnāt forcefully separate your legs, like he could do so easily, until youāre ready
the tone of his voice makes you whimper as you slump further into the crease between the couch cushions, causing your ankle to bump against leonās jaw. he presses a soft kiss above the hem of your sock and watches as you nod in response to his question before you sink your teeth into your bottom lipĀ
āwords, use them,ā leon orders, though his tone stays gentle. his fingertips squeeze your legs, dimpling into your skin as not only a reminder that heās waiting but a tender reassurance that although heās giving you instructions, heās not mad that you forgot to give him a verbal answer, āneed tāhear it, baby,ā
āyes,ā you whisper promptly but much to your dismay leon clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth and shakes his head. confusion knits across your forehead as he cocks his head to the side and raises an eyebrow at you and it takes a second but once you get it, your cheeks flush, āohāyes, daddy,ā
leon chuckles at the deepened shade of red that paints across your face, āgood girl,ā he drawls, knowing that itāll only make you get hotter underneath the surface of your skin. he separates your thighs slowly and with ease, letting them fall apart while he leans forwards to drag his lips over your bodyĀ
he starts at the side of your kneecap and works downwards, pressing soft kisses all the way down to your hip. a gasp catches in your throat as his warm breath fans over your bare pussy but he pays you no attentionānot there at leastābefore he grazes his teeth over the inside of your other thigh
itās not sharp or at all painful and yet, you jump and instinctively reach down to weave your fingers into his hair. leon knows what heās doing and knows exactly how to rise a reaction out of you so when he pulls back to kneel between your thighs, heās smirking something filthy and clearly very pleased with himselfĀ
his palms push against your thighs, shoving them all the way back until the upper part of your legs are flush against your ribcageāa position you werenāt aware that you could be put into until leon came into your life. with your thighs parted, your pussy spreads wide with a little slick sound that makes leon gruntĀ
āfuckāthere she is,ā he groans fondly as his eyes flicker down to your core. his pupils blow wide and the blue of his eyes darkens with lust while his tongue darts between his lips. from your point of view, he looks like an animal admiring his prey, like heās going to ruin you and swallow whole and knowing him, he just might
a whine erupts in your chest as you squirm under his gaze. you feel exposed, more than you ever have done before, but never once do you feel uncomfortableāleon always makes sure of it. his affinity for you and your body is one thing but his attraction to his inspections is another and itās highly contagiousĀ
heat blooms throughout your cunt and itās very closely followed by the tell-tale warmth of slick that pools inside of and then overflows from your clenching hole. you moan breathily as you feel it trickle down your skin and watch as leonās eyes track it until it soaks into the couch cushions beneath your assĀ
āwet alreadyāi havenāt even done anything yet,ā leon hums a lie that causes you to wriggle. he has done something, heās always doing something that has your cunt dripping with want. in fact, he could probably do nothing at all and you would still find yourself soakingāyouāre just perpetually wet with him in your life
āhave,ā you correct him with a huff thatās petulant and annoying, though you canāt find it within yourself to care as your fingertips curl into the roots of his hair and tug. itās a barely there pull and leon doesnāt really react to it but the second you do it, you regret it and know full well that youāll pay for it later one way or anotherĀ
howeverāfor nowāleon ignores your touch to give you his own. against the most outer parts of your pussy, leonās thumbs stroke outwards, stretching you even wider for his viewing pleasure. his eyes focus on your clit for a moment while it throbs and then flit down to your hole before he starts to blow cool air over you
it breezes up and down the center of your cunt slowly and in a straight line that connects his two main points of interest. bumps scatter over your thighs as a shiver runs the length of your spine and makes your entire body shudder, which is strange because youāre practically sweating with anticipationĀ
leon puffs even more cold air over you as he whistles low, āsheās real pretty, sweetheart,ā he says, low and much too calm considering that his intense stare is directed right to where youāre clenching in aāso far, futileāattempt to entice him into doing somethingāanything
āyeah?ā you breathe eagerly, indulging in his praise while actively searching for more. sometimes leon calls you greedy for it but the way it makes your brain fizzle with a pleasant sort of static is addictive. he knows just what to say and when to say it, knows exactly what you need to hear to keep you pliant and docile underneath him, so really, itās all his fault that you want more
āyeahāprettiest little thing iāve ever seen,ā leon reiterates and before you have the chance to react, he dips forwards and wraps his lips around your clit in a sloppyābut fleetingākiss. you hiss through gritted teeth as your thighs try to snap shut but leon is much faster than you
his extensive training works wonders for your sex life. he can predict when youāre going to move and can very easily prevent it before youāve even managed to register that you're moving. his hands grab at your thighs, holding them in place against the couch, even as you writhe against himĀ
ādonāt you dareākeep them there,ā he orders whilst digging his fingertips into you harshly enough to leave small dotted bruises that youāll find for days to come. he jerks his head away from your touch afterwards, prompting your hands to fall out of his hair, āhold them openānow, angel,ā he huffsĀ
your whine gets ignored but you know better than to test his patience and so, your hands slide around your thighs and then slot into the backs of your bent kneesāwhere leonās hands were earlierāto do exactly as he says without a single complaint but definitely with a frown thatās very pointedĀ
after a moment of silence, a test that you pass with flying colors, leonĀ spreads your cunt wide again. his attention returns to your clit, thatās now covered in a glistening sheen of his spit, ābet she achesāhuhāthrobbing like that,ā he purrs and ever so gently ghosts the pad of his thumb against youĀ
the simple sensation it creates causes your body to tense up and then relax back into it just as quickly while you hum a sound thatās something vaguely agreeable. your jaw hangs open and your lashes flutter against your cheeks as you indulge in the back and forth sweep of his thumb but then, it stops abruptlyĀ
āwordsāi wonāt tell you again,ā leon warnsĀ
āyesāfuckāyes, it aches so bad,ā you blurt out through a moan that must satisfy him at least a little bit because his thumb settles back over your clit and starts to rub in little circles. your back arches away from the couch and another wave of slick spills from your hole to add to the puddle thatās growing under youĀ
āmhmm,ā leon hums, laced with a faux type of contemplation that he often uses during his inspections, āthatās normalāespecially since sheās so needy,ā he mumbles under his breath and begins to take the circles wider and really draw them out whilst applying enough pressure to make your eyes roll backĀ
pleasure seeps through your veins and burns at the tip of every nerve ending that your body contains. short gasps and whimpers fall from the tip of your tongue and echo in the space around you while leonās fingertips press deeper and circle ever so slightly faster above your steadily pulsing holeĀ
āshe likes that,ā leon observes when his eyes flicker down to see the evidence of your arousal, āwhat about this?ā he murmurs as he takes your clit between his forefinger and thumb and pinches softly. a choked sob pulls from your throat and your thighs tremble against your palmsājust more displays of your arousal for leonās consideration, āgoodāand this?āĀ
every dayāevery single dayāleon carries out the exact same inspection meticulously. the same routine, the same tests, and still, when his palm strikes your clit in a tame slap, it makes you flinch. by now, you shouldāve learnt to expect itāyou should remember itābut you never do. it always catches you off guardĀ
āfuckāoh my god,ā you yelp as the spank stings your sensitive clit in the most satisfying way. your nails dig into the flesh of your thighs, creating half moon indents thatāll definitely hurt when your hand eventually shifts but you donāt care when leon soothes your twitching clit with a gentle kiss that makes you whineĀ
tears flood your waterlines and blur your vision of the older man, āperfectāas usual,ā he hums as the shadowed shape of him leans to one side. you canāt see him properly but you can still feel his touch while he lightly bites your calf muscle and then relieves it with a kiss, āletās see what else my girl has fāme,āĀ
leonās thumb traces slowly downwards from your clit, eliciting your disgruntled whines over the loss of his touch against your demanding bundle of nerves. the presence of his thumb hovers over you and itās dizzying to know that heās so close but still not quite there. you could beg, could prove to him that you are greedy and insatiable but leon is already well awareĀ
he circles your hole slowly, outlining the thin and sensitive skin that has pulled taut with how wide your thighs are still stretched. your eyes clench and squeeze a fresh wave of tears over your cheeks while the breath in your lungs expels itself in a wobbly half whimper and half sobĀ
āsheās needy too?ā leon coos, dripping with what anyone else would mistake for sympathy. itās not that, itās never that because itās said with a smirk and a telling sparkle in his eyes. heās loves watching you become ruined underneath him and as you do, you almost miss that he asked you a question
āoh godāyes,ā you cry out as the slide of his thumb gets easy with the copious amount of slick that you have to offer. your pussy contracts with him that close to where you want him and slick coats his knuckles and fingertips, letting him inadvertently smear it across your thighs whilst his thumb orbits you
āgod damnāpretty fuckinā girl,ā leon growls mostly to himself and whether heās talking about you as a whole or just your cuntāyou donāt know and you donāt care to ask, you whimper all the same anyway, āso messy and itās all for me,ā he groans and this time, heās not asking, heās statingāhe knows itās for him
still though, you answer, āall for youāalways for you,āĀ
āyeahāi know angel,ā leon chuckles at you working yourself into a state, even though heās the culprit of it all. both of his thumbs brush against your pussy and set your body alight as he uses them to hold your hole open and make it gape, ābet she tastes real fuckinā sweet too,ā he adds, although itās not an afterthought, while he licks his lips. animal. prey.Ā
you nod frantically. itās all you can do as you fight the urge to let go of your thigh and pull him face first into your pussy with your fingers twisted deep into the roots of his hair. the mere thought of his tongue against you makes your hole weep and leon watches it happen as you watch cogs turn in his brain and then, he loses the battle heās having within himself and dives in
he laps at your entrance like aāwell, like an animal. itās sloppy and messy, thereās no grace to any of it. he moans into you like he truly has just tasted the sweetest thing he has ever come across while your back curves and your fingertips struggle to find purchase against your thighs that so desperately want to clamp down around his head as he licks a stripe up to your clitĀ
around his mouth and the prickly stubble that covers his jaw is shiny with your slick and you can see it pooling on his tongue where heās gathered it up just before he spits it lazily over your clit and watches it drip back down to your hole, āknew itāsheās always so sweet fāme,ā leon grunts
each word is accentuated with a lick and a peck to your clit that rages a wildfire around your spine and winds the coil in your stomach a little bit tighter. itās like electricity zapping through your body but itās still nowhere near enough to satisfy you and youāre too far gone to think any less of yourself for beggingĀ
āpleaseāit hurts,ā you sniffle pathetically as the space between your scalp and brain fills with cotton wool and clouds that refuse to let your thoughts make it to your mouth in one piece. leon appears to get it though, his eyebrow raises and one of his thumbs returns to slipping around your hole
āpoor thing,ā leon coosāno, teasesāas he reverses the motion heās doing to go the other way, āwhere does it hurtācan you tell me?ā he asks and reaches up to swipe tears from your cheek with a knuckle on his freehand, ādoes it hurt here?ā he questions, pressing the pad of his thumb deeper into your rim
your head shakes and your breath hitches. whilst what he's doing feels incredible, itās not where the ache is beginning to tighten and pull at your muscles, āahāokayāmaybe here then,ā leon murmurs and before your brain can work out what he said, his thumb pushes past your entrance and slides into your heatĀ
you make a noiseāa moan, a yelp, a sob, any guess is as good as yoursāover the sudden intrusion. thereās no familiar stretch and heās still far away from the ache but itās something, ādeeper, i needāplease go deeper,ā you sob as leon shallowly thrusts his thumb into you, barely pulling out and barely going any furtherĀ
āungrateful,ā leon sighs and snatches his hand back, making his thumb slip free of your body with a wet pop. you want to wail and thrash as he takes the feeling that was dulling the ache with him but you canāt whilst you try your hardest to keep hold of your legs and keep air steadily filtering into your lungsĀ
ānoāno, iām justādaddy,ā you stumble over your words and blink rapidly to clear your vision to be able to see him properly. your eyes burn and your cheeks are starting to get sore and youāre at the end of your tether with his teasing, āpleaseādaddyāit hurts, need you to fix it, pleāā
your desperate ramble gets cut off and morphs into a strained mewl while your heartbeat pounds against your eardrums as two of leonās thick fingers slide into your cunt with no preamble. you clench around him on instinct, trying to trap him there and suck him deeperāeven though you can feel his knuckles against youĀ
the stretch that you so badly missed earlier comes now in an all consuming ignition that makes your eyes pinch shut and your lips form into a silentāoh. when your eyes eventually open, you jerk in surprise because leon is standing above you, hovering with his free hand clutching the back of the couch and his knees pressing into the backs of your thighs, nudging your hands away roughlyĀ
āthis what you wantedādid i find the ache, sweet girl?ā he growls while your hands yank at his shirt to pull him lower over you. his fingertips curl deep inside of you to find that soft spot that only he can reach and can treat so well and when he finds it, he strokes against itāhard, āgo on, answer me,ā
wholeheartedlyāyouād love to but you canāt. your jaw hangs and your eyebrows furrow as the air gets punched out of your lungs with every drag of his fingers. you can feel him in your stomach, up in your chest and everywhere else as you blink up at him and shake with your sobsāyouāre ruined and it makes leon grin
breathy moans make your chest heave as the room around you fills with the sound of your sloppy cunt accommodating leonās fingers as they start to plunge in and out of your pussy. with every thrust, he nails his fingertips against the ache thatās dull and bruising but soāsoāgood that all you can do is turn into a whimpering, whining mess underneath him
āohāi know,ā leon purrs when your eyes search his, ālook how well sheās taking me angel, sālike she was made just for me,ā he drawls with a voice thatās like honey while he lets you pull him even closer until the tips of your noses bump together, āperfect fuckinā cunt on a perfect fuckinā girlāfuck,āĀ
leon tilts his head before heās finished talking and crushes his mouth against yours, causing his last word to muffle somewhere in between you and him as he gives you a kiss thatās all tongue and teeth. itās not supposed to be a good kissāfar from it in fact. itās raw and instinctual. an animal and his prey.Ā
your chin tips up to chase him into it as he laps over your bottom lip and then licks messily over the underside of your tongue before he pulls back and puts just inches of space between you, āstick it outāshitāyeah, just like that,ā leon huffs when your tongue lolls out so that he can spit into your mouthĀ
he tastes like you. he tastes like your slick and your arousal and you didnāt realise it when he was kissing you but you realise it now as your head tips back and you moan wantonly. molasses replaces your veins, making your limbs heavy and your eyelids pull down until theyāre closer to being shut than open but all you care to see is leon above you and thatās enoughĀ
a gasp catches in your throat as his thumb sweeps over your clit in time with the unrelenting thrust of his fingers. the pace heās set it unlike any other and if you use every bit of focus that you have left, you can see the veins in his arms popping and protruding from his tanned skināit makes your mouth waterĀ
āmāgonna need you to come, sweetheart,ā leon pants as his eyes flicker down to the bulge in his jeans. heās rock hard and straining against the denim but he never touches himself until heās made you comeāat leastāonce, āgotta make sure she can still take itāyeah?ā he asks, though you know itās not up for debateĀ
leonās patience is thinning to a place where itāll be beyond repair and truthfully, so is yours. his ask isnāt a big one, not when you consider the fact that every curl of his fingertips, every thrust of his fingers, every filthy wet sound that follows them, is hurtling you towards the edge of your orgasmĀ
he knows that though. he can feel the clench of your pussy and how your heartbeat thrums through it. he can feel your clit throb and twitch underneath the pad of his thumb and if that wasnāt enough, he can see your half lidded eyes and hear your moans as they come in quicker succession than they did beforeĀ
thereās something else though. something deep inside of you that has been building patiently through all of his touches. itās a hot pit that pushes back against his fingertips as he seats them ever so deep inside of you and furiously makes aācome hereāmotion which pushes you right to the edge and almost shoves you right off of itĀ
your eyes blow wide and you scramble to sink your hands into the couch cushions to push the top half of your body up. the new position puts leonās fingers at a slightly different angle, one that feels better than anything else youāve ever felt and one that has you choking on a gasp that doesnāt let you get your words outĀ
āthere it isācome sweetheart,ā leon groans to finish you off. his words are distant as you willingly jump from the edge and tip your forehead against his chin. searing white flashes behind your eyelids and your eardrums thump while your cunt spasms around his fingers that donāt stop pressing upwardsĀ
whatever heās recklessly searching for, he must find with the flood of warmth that gushes from your pussy, āthereājust like thatāāatta girl,ā leon murmurs into your hair, still distant, as you keen and cry out but leon doesnāt stop even then and when your eyes flutter open with a struggle, you see exactly whyĀ
the front of his jeans is soaked and the denim is stained darker from the seemingly never ending stream that heās prying from your body like his life depends on it. your orgasm is starting to wane and overstimulation is lingering and waiting to pounce but you canāt stop, now now and not when leon growlsĀ
āmoreāmoreākeep going,ā he orders and your body begins to vibrate. you clamp down around him like a vice as your whimpers become nothing but a scratch in the back of your throat. it could be seconds, minutes or even hours of him wringing you dry but eventually, you have nothing left to give and finally, it ends, āgood girlādid so fucking good,ā leon whispersĀ
your body sags back into the couch with a thud and your thighs donāt even have the strength left to pull together, leaving your swollen cunt on display for leon while he carefully withdraws his soaking wet fingers. your body is a live wire but your brain has long since switched off and everything feels right, it feels good. even when leon slaps your pussy and utters,
ānowāletās see if she can do that around my cock,ā
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baby pink lace hangs out of the back pocket on leonās jeans. itās where all of your delicate panties end up once the sun begins to set and leon has dropped to his knees right in front of the couch. your inspection is like clockwork, just a part of your daily routine, and secretly, you think itās leonās favourite time of the day
āyou gonna let me see her, sweetheart?ā he mumbles when your thighs press firmly together and hide what he desperately wants to see. his hands slide up the backs of your thighs and settle into the crook of your bent knees but he doesnāt forcefully separate your legs, like he could do so easily, until youāre ready
the tone of his voice makes you whimper as you slump further into the crease between the couch cushions, causing your ankle to bump against leonās jaw. he presses a soft kiss above the hem of your sock and watches as you nod in response to his question before you sink your teeth into your bottom lipĀ
āwords, use them,ā leon orders, though his tone stays gentle. his fingertips squeeze your legs, dimpling into your skin as not only a reminder that heās waiting but a tender reassurance that although heās giving you instructions, heās not mad that you forgot to give him a verbal answer, āneed tāhear it, baby,ā
āyes,ā you whisper promptly but much to your dismay leon clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth and shakes his head. confusion knits across your forehead as he cocks his head to the side and raises an eyebrow at you and it takes a second but once you get it, your cheeks flush, āohāyes, daddy,ā
leon chuckles at the deepened shade of red that paints across your face, āgood girl,ā he drawls, knowing that itāll only make you get hotter underneath the surface of your skin. he separates your thighs slowly and with ease, letting them fall apart while he leans forwards to drag his lips over your bodyĀ
he starts at the side of your kneecap and works downwards, pressing soft kisses all the way down to your hip. a gasp catches in your throat as his warm breath fans over your bare pussy but he pays you no attentionānot there at leastābefore he grazes his teeth over the inside of your other thigh
itās not sharp or at all painful and yet, you jump and instinctively reach down to weave your fingers into his hair. leon knows what heās doing and knows exactly how to rise a reaction out of you so when he pulls back to kneel between your thighs, heās smirking something filthy and clearly very pleased with himselfĀ
his palms push against your thighs, shoving them all the way back until the upper part of your legs are flush against your ribcageāa position you werenāt aware that you could be put into until leon came into your life. with your thighs parted, your pussy spreads wide with a little slick sound that makes leon gruntĀ
āfuckāthere she is,ā he groans fondly as his eyes flicker down to your core. his pupils blow wide and the blue of his eyes darkens with lust while his tongue darts between his lips. from your point of view, he looks like an animal admiring his prey, like heās going to ruin you and swallow whole and knowing him, he just might
a whine erupts in your chest as you squirm under his gaze. you feel exposed, more than you ever have done before, but never once do you feel uncomfortableāleon always makes sure of it. his affinity for you and your body is one thing but his attraction to his inspections is another and itās highly contagiousĀ
heat blooms throughout your cunt and itās very closely followed by the tell-tale warmth of slick that pools inside of and then overflows from your clenching hole. you moan breathily as you feel it trickle down your skin and watch as leonās eyes track it until it soaks into the couch cushions beneath your assĀ
āwet alreadyāi havenāt even done anything yet,ā leon hums a lie that causes you to wriggle. he has done something, heās always doing something that has your cunt dripping with want. in fact, he could probably do nothing at all and you would still find yourself soakingāyouāre just perpetually wet with him in your life
āhave,ā you correct him with a huff thatās petulant and annoying, though you canāt find it within yourself to care as your fingertips curl into the roots of his hair and tug. itās a barely there pull and leon doesnāt really react to it but the second you do it, you regret it and know full well that youāll pay for it later one way or anotherĀ
howeverāfor nowāleon ignores your touch to give you his own. against the most outer parts of your pussy, leonās thumbs stroke outwards, stretching you even wider for his viewing pleasure. his eyes focus on your clit for a moment while it throbs and then flit down to your hole before he starts to blow cool air over you
it breezes up and down the center of your cunt slowly and in a straight line that connects his two main points of interest. bumps scatter over your thighs as a shiver runs the length of your spine and makes your entire body shudder, which is strange because youāre practically sweating with anticipationĀ
leon puffs even more cold air over you as he whistles low, āsheās real pretty, sweetheart,ā he says, low and much too calm considering that his intense stare is directed right to where youāre clenching in aāso far, futileāattempt to entice him into doing somethingāanything
āyeah?ā you breathe eagerly, indulging in his praise while actively searching for more. sometimes leon calls you greedy for it but the way it makes your brain fizzle with a pleasant sort of static is addictive. he knows just what to say and when to say it, knows exactly what you need to hear to keep you pliant and docile underneath him, so really, itās all his fault that you want more
āyeahāprettiest little thing iāve ever seen,ā leon reiterates and before you have the chance to react, he dips forwards and wraps his lips around your clit in a sloppyābut fleetingākiss. you hiss through gritted teeth as your thighs try to snap shut but leon is much faster than you
his extensive training works wonders for your sex life. he can predict when youāre going to move and can very easily prevent it before youāve even managed to register that you're moving. his hands grab at your thighs, holding them in place against the couch, even as you writhe against himĀ
ādonāt you dareākeep them there,ā he orders whilst digging his fingertips into you harshly enough to leave small dotted bruises that youāll find for days to come. he jerks his head away from your touch afterwards, prompting your hands to fall out of his hair, āhold them openānow, angel,ā he huffsĀ
your whine gets ignored but you know better than to test his patience and so, your hands slide around your thighs and then slot into the backs of your bent kneesāwhere leonās hands were earlierāto do exactly as he says without a single complaint but definitely with a frown thatās very pointedĀ
after a moment of silence, a test that you pass with flying colors, leonĀ spreads your cunt wide again. his attention returns to your clit, thatās now covered in a glistening sheen of his spit, ābet she achesāhuhāthrobbing like that,ā he purrs and ever so gently ghosts the pad of his thumb against youĀ
the simple sensation it creates causes your body to tense up and then relax back into it just as quickly while you hum a sound thatās something vaguely agreeable. your jaw hangs open and your lashes flutter against your cheeks as you indulge in the back and forth sweep of his thumb but then, it stops abruptlyĀ
āwordsāi wonāt tell you again,ā leon warnsĀ
āyesāfuckāyes, it aches so bad,ā you blurt out through a moan that must satisfy him at least a little bit because his thumb settles back over your clit and starts to rub in little circles. your back arches away from the couch and another wave of slick spills from your hole to add to the puddle thatās growing under youĀ
āmhmm,ā leon hums, laced with a faux type of contemplation that he often uses during his inspections, āthatās normalāespecially since sheās so needy,ā he mumbles under his breath and begins to take the circles wider and really draw them out whilst applying enough pressure to make your eyes roll backĀ
pleasure seeps through your veins and burns at the tip of every nerve ending that your body contains. short gasps and whimpers fall from the tip of your tongue and echo in the space around you while leonās fingertips press deeper and circle ever so slightly faster above your steadily pulsing holeĀ
āshe likes that,ā leon observes when his eyes flicker down to see the evidence of your arousal, āwhat about this?ā he murmurs as he takes your clit between his forefinger and thumb and pinches softly. a choked sob pulls from your throat and your thighs tremble against your palmsājust more displays of your arousal for leonās consideration, āgoodāand this?āĀ
every dayāevery single dayāleon carries out the exact same inspection meticulously. the same routine, the same tests, and still, when his palm strikes your clit in a tame slap, it makes you flinch. by now, you shouldāve learnt to expect itāyou should remember itābut you never do. it always catches you off guardĀ
āfuckāoh my god,ā you yelp as the spank stings your sensitive clit in the most satisfying way. your nails dig into the flesh of your thighs, creating half moon indents thatāll definitely hurt when your hand eventually shifts but you donāt care when leon soothes your twitching clit with a gentle kiss that makes you whineĀ
tears flood your waterlines and blur your vision of the older man, āperfectāas usual,ā he hums as the shadowed shape of him leans to one side. you canāt see him properly but you can still feel his touch while he lightly bites your calf muscle and then relieves it with a kiss, āletās see what else my girl has fāme,āĀ
leonās thumb traces slowly downwards from your clit, eliciting your disgruntled whines over the loss of his touch against your demanding bundle of nerves. the presence of his thumb hovers over you and itās dizzying to know that heās so close but still not quite there. you could beg, could prove to him that you are greedy and insatiable but leon is already well awareĀ
he circles your hole slowly, outlining the thin and sensitive skin that has pulled taut with how wide your thighs are still stretched. your eyes clench and squeeze a fresh wave of tears over your cheeks while the breath in your lungs expels itself in a wobbly half whimper and half sobĀ
āsheās needy too?ā leon coos, dripping with what anyone else would mistake for sympathy. itās not that, itās never that because itās said with a smirk and a telling sparkle in his eyes. heās loves watching you become ruined underneath him and as you do, you almost miss that he asked you a question
āoh godāyes,ā you cry out as the slide of his thumb gets easy with the copious amount of slick that you have to offer. your pussy contracts with him that close to where you want him and slick coats his knuckles and fingertips, letting him inadvertently smear it across your thighs whilst his thumb orbits you
āgod damnāpretty fuckinā girl,ā leon growls mostly to himself and whether heās talking about you as a whole or just your cuntāyou donāt know and you donāt care to ask, you whimper all the same anyway, āso messy and itās all for me,ā he groans and this time, heās not asking, heās statingāhe knows itās for him
still though, you answer, āall for youāalways for you,āĀ
āyeahāi know angel,ā leon chuckles at you working yourself into a state, even though heās the culprit of it all. both of his thumbs brush against your pussy and set your body alight as he uses them to hold your hole open and make it gape, ābet she tastes real fuckinā sweet too,ā he adds, although itās not an afterthought, while he licks his lips. animal. prey.Ā
you nod frantically. itās all you can do as you fight the urge to let go of your thigh and pull him face first into your pussy with your fingers twisted deep into the roots of his hair. the mere thought of his tongue against you makes your hole weep and leon watches it happen as you watch cogs turn in his brain and then, he loses the battle heās having within himself and dives in
he laps at your entrance like aāwell, like an animal. itās sloppy and messy, thereās no grace to any of it. he moans into you like he truly has just tasted the sweetest thing he has ever come across while your back curves and your fingertips struggle to find purchase against your thighs that so desperately want to clamp down around his head as he licks a stripe up to your clitĀ
around his mouth and the prickly stubble that covers his jaw is shiny with your slick and you can see it pooling on his tongue where heās gathered it up just before he spits it lazily over your clit and watches it drip back down to your hole, āknew itāsheās always so sweet fāme,ā leon grunts
each word is accentuated with a lick and a peck to your clit that rages a wildfire around your spine and winds the coil in your stomach a little bit tighter. itās like electricity zapping through your body but itās still nowhere near enough to satisfy you and youāre too far gone to think any less of yourself for beggingĀ
āpleaseāit hurts,ā you sniffle pathetically as the space between your scalp and brain fills with cotton wool and clouds that refuse to let your thoughts make it to your mouth in one piece. leon appears to get it though, his eyebrow raises and one of his thumbs returns to slipping around your hole
āpoor thing,ā leon coosāno, teasesāas he reverses the motion heās doing to go the other way, āwhere does it hurtācan you tell me?ā he asks and reaches up to swipe tears from your cheek with a knuckle on his freehand, ādoes it hurt here?ā he questions, pressing the pad of his thumb deeper into your rim
your head shakes and your breath hitches. whilst what he's doing feels incredible, itās not where the ache is beginning to tighten and pull at your muscles, āahāokayāmaybe here then,ā leon murmurs and before your brain can work out what he said, his thumb pushes past your entrance and slides into your heatĀ
you make a noiseāa moan, a yelp, a sob, any guess is as good as yoursāover the sudden intrusion. thereās no familiar stretch and heās still far away from the ache but itās something, ādeeper, i needāplease go deeper,ā you sob as leon shallowly thrusts his thumb into you, barely pulling out and barely going any furtherĀ
āungrateful,ā leon sighs and snatches his hand back, making his thumb slip free of your body with a wet pop. you want to wail and thrash as he takes the feeling that was dulling the ache with him but you canāt whilst you try your hardest to keep hold of your legs and keep air steadily filtering into your lungsĀ
ānoāno, iām justādaddy,ā you stumble over your words and blink rapidly to clear your vision to be able to see him properly. your eyes burn and your cheeks are starting to get sore and youāre at the end of your tether with his teasing, āpleaseādaddyāit hurts, need you to fix it, pleāā
your desperate ramble gets cut off and morphs into a strained mewl while your heartbeat pounds against your eardrums as two of leonās thick fingers slide into your cunt with no preamble. you clench around him on instinct, trying to trap him there and suck him deeperāeven though you can feel his knuckles against youĀ
the stretch that you so badly missed earlier comes now in an all consuming ignition that makes your eyes pinch shut and your lips form into a silentāoh. when your eyes eventually open, you jerk in surprise because leon is standing above you, hovering with his free hand clutching the back of the couch and his knees pressing into the backs of your thighs, nudging your hands away roughlyĀ
āthis what you wantedādid i find the ache, sweet girl?ā he growls while your hands yank at his shirt to pull him lower over you. his fingertips curl deep inside of you to find that soft spot that only he can reach and can treat so well and when he finds it, he strokes against itāhard, āgo on, answer me,ā
wholeheartedlyāyouād love to but you canāt. your jaw hangs and your eyebrows furrow as the air gets punched out of your lungs with every drag of his fingers. you can feel him in your stomach, up in your chest and everywhere else as you blink up at him and shake with your sobsāyouāre ruined and it makes leon grin
breathy moans make your chest heave as the room around you fills with the sound of your sloppy cunt accommodating leonās fingers as they start to plunge in and out of your pussy. with every thrust, he nails his fingertips against the ache thatās dull and bruising but soāsoāgood that all you can do is turn into a whimpering, whining mess underneath him
āohāi know,ā leon purrs when your eyes search his, ālook how well sheās taking me angel, sālike she was made just for me,ā he drawls with a voice thatās like honey while he lets you pull him even closer until the tips of your noses bump together, āperfect fuckinā cunt on a perfect fuckinā girlāfuck,āĀ
leon tilts his head before heās finished talking and crushes his mouth against yours, causing his last word to muffle somewhere in between you and him as he gives you a kiss thatās all tongue and teeth. itās not supposed to be a good kissāfar from it in fact. itās raw and instinctual. an animal and his prey.Ā
your chin tips up to chase him into it as he laps over your bottom lip and then licks messily over the underside of your tongue before he pulls back and puts just inches of space between you, āstick it outāshitāyeah, just like that,ā leon huffs when your tongue lolls out so that he can spit into your mouthĀ
he tastes like you. he tastes like your slick and your arousal and you didnāt realise it when he was kissing you but you realise it now as your head tips back and you moan wantonly. molasses replaces your veins, making your limbs heavy and your eyelids pull down until theyāre closer to being shut than open but all you care to see is leon above you and thatās enoughĀ
a gasp catches in your throat as his thumb sweeps over your clit in time with the unrelenting thrust of his fingers. the pace heās set it unlike any other and if you use every bit of focus that you have left, you can see the veins in his arms popping and protruding from his tanned skināit makes your mouth waterĀ
āmāgonna need you to come, sweetheart,ā leon pants as his eyes flicker down to the bulge in his jeans. heās rock hard and straining against the denim but he never touches himself until heās made you comeāat leastāonce, āgotta make sure she can still take itāyeah?ā he asks, though you know itās not up for debateĀ
leonās patience is thinning to a place where itāll be beyond repair and truthfully, so is yours. his ask isnāt a big one, not when you consider the fact that every curl of his fingertips, every thrust of his fingers, every filthy wet sound that follows them, is hurtling you towards the edge of your orgasmĀ
he knows that though. he can feel the clench of your pussy and how your heartbeat thrums through it. he can feel your clit throb and twitch underneath the pad of his thumb and if that wasnāt enough, he can see your half lidded eyes and hear your moans as they come in quicker succession than they did beforeĀ
thereās something else though. something deep inside of you that has been building patiently through all of his touches. itās a hot pit that pushes back against his fingertips as he seats them ever so deep inside of you and furiously makes aācome hereāmotion which pushes you right to the edge and almost shoves you right off of itĀ
your eyes blow wide and you scramble to sink your hands into the couch cushions to push the top half of your body up. the new position puts leonās fingers at a slightly different angle, one that feels better than anything else youāve ever felt and one that has you choking on a gasp that doesnāt let you get your words outĀ
āthere it isācome sweetheart,ā leon groans to finish you off. his words are distant as you willingly jump from the edge and tip your forehead against his chin. searing white flashes behind your eyelids and your eardrums thump while your cunt spasms around his fingers that donāt stop pressing upwardsĀ
whatever heās recklessly searching for, he must find with the flood of warmth that gushes from your pussy, āthereājust like thatāāatta girl,ā leon murmurs into your hair, still distant, as you keen and cry out but leon doesnāt stop even then and when your eyes flutter open with a struggle, you see exactly whyĀ
the front of his jeans is soaked and the denim is stained darker from the seemingly never ending stream that heās prying from your body like his life depends on it. your orgasm is starting to wane and overstimulation is lingering and waiting to pounce but you canāt stop, now now and not when leon growlsĀ
āmoreāmoreākeep going,ā he orders and your body begins to vibrate. you clamp down around him like a vice as your whimpers become nothing but a scratch in the back of your throat. it could be seconds, minutes or even hours of him wringing you dry but eventually, you have nothing left to give and finally, it ends, āgood girlādid so fucking good,ā leon whispersĀ
your body sags back into the couch with a thud and your thighs donāt even have the strength left to pull together, leaving your swollen cunt on display for leon while he carefully withdraws his soaking wet fingers. your body is a live wire but your brain has long since switched off and everything feels right, it feels good. even when leon slaps your pussy and utters,
ānowāletās see if she can do that around my cock,ā
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SUMMARY: nothing crazy, reallyā¦ just you and Leon trying something new!
CONTENT: 18+ - mdni! piv - THEE. PRONE BONE SESSION (I drool), headlockinggg, readerās a bit subby/soft-dom leon (maybe?), creampie, heavy petting, praise kink goes crazy in this. I implied that reader is a bit curvy/chubby, but itās still fairly neutral so read it however you want. a really messy alternating pov but whatever. lovey dovey shit fr fr.
WC: 1.7k
NOTES: this is nothing more than a leon kennedyās moobs-and-biceps appreciation fic (inspired by āmy moon my manā by feist). **also! I had re4r Leon in mind while writing this but itās not at all specified so you can honestly imagine whatever Leon you want.**
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āYou okay, baby?ā Leon cooes low at you, his voice smooth and dangerously molten.
āā¦H-hmmāuh huh.ā
āGood. Thatās good.ā
Your boyfriendās mouth drags along the ridge of your shoulders. With a light kiss of his teeth, and a few well-placed tentative licks to the sticky skin, heās making the concerted effort to claim all of you. His. His, as youāve been countless times before. His, as you will always be.
Your throat is dry; hoarse and cracked, and he hasnāt even entered you yetābut you canāt help it. He had already pulled one orgasm out of you earlier with his mouth and his hands, but now, as he pins you to the bed with his knees and chest, you swear you might come again at any moment.
Youāre incredibly sensitive right now, having already been keyed up so high. Leon, of course, has absolutely no problem using this fact to his advantage.
āYouāre shaking, baby,ā he says quietly, warm breath curling around your ear.
āWhat?ā you hiccup.
āYouāre shivering.ā
As if to prove his point, his handsācalloused and strong from years of useādance along your sides. They move from the dip of your hips to where your breasts bulge at their sides.
Sighing, you say, āWell, when you do thatā¦ā and bury your face into the mattress.
Leon laughs and your body absorbs it like itās your own. As if your bones are conductors, the sound sends an addictive jolt to the pulsing organ in your chest and between your thighs.
āWe donāt have to do this, you know, if youāre too nervous.ā
Youāre quick to shake your head and even quicker to arch back into him. A little absently, you think then about how in this position, you two slot perfectly togetherālike you were made to fit.
āWant to,ā you add weakly. āWanna do this with you, Lee. Please.ā For good measure (as if your words in all their breathy, whiney nature werenāt indicative of how you felt), you start to roll your hips back. Leon groans loud.
His flushed, hot tip rests just inches away from your weepy hole. He watches you flutter on nothing; as the slick pooling there catches the silvery moonlight strobing through the bedroom window. You look so pretty like this, he thinks. God-sent and lovely and all his. To take, to have, to holdā¦
Your hips move again, slowly, dangerously, and Leon stops you with a hard hand to the dip of your spine, making you squeak. āBabyā¦ā he warns.
āLeon, please. Please, honeyā¦wanā you so much.ā
Leon inhales, all sharp and shaky. āAlrightā¦yeah, yeah, okay. ā¦Whatever you want, baby.ā He kisses your spine once more as he crawls up your body.
With his thighs bracketing yours, he pushes down on you with the hard line of his abs. His pecsāall swollen and round and slick with sweatācement to your shoulders. The sheer mass of his body feels as if itās swallowing you whole. You preen at the contact, letting out a mewl so pathetic you even surprise yourself.
Gradually then, with the kind of control and calculation he exhibits at work, Leon pushes his thick head through your gummy walls. Heās so painfully hard that it takes everything in him to go slow. And, by the time his pelvis is flush to your ass, he already feels spent.
The crook of Leonās chin hooks around your shoulder ensuring his face is firmly pressed against yours. He pants heavy in your ear, and out of the corner of your vision, you see his face flush a berry-red.
āFuck, baby. Youāshitāyāfeelāā
āLeonā¦ām ready.ā
The man nods, mainly to himself, before pressing a chaste kiss to your collarbone. Slowlyājust as slowly as he entered youāhis hips draw back. The languid drag of him has you grasping aimlessly at the sheets; the thick vein that curves around his even thicker cock is relentless in catching the ridges of your walls. In this position, youāre able to feel all of him. āGod, Leon...ā
Of course, sex with Leon has always been something else entirelyā¦but this? There arenāt enough words in any language to describe the way youāre feeling right now.
āI know, baby, I know. I need you just as bad,ā Leon purrs. You just nod along, jaw falling as Leon slowly slides back into you. He braces himself then, arching and tightly curving over your figure.
āHow do you want it, baby? Like this?ā His hips speed up then, shallow thrusts that have your thighs immediately stinging with the friction of being stationary. Still, you groan, eyes rolling back into your head as he keeps pace. After a while, Leon shifts over top of you again. āOr do you want it like this?ā With steady hips, he suddenly slams forward, the action practically punching your soul straight out of your body. You cry when his head shoves directly into that spongey notch deep inside you.
Desperately, you reach for the hand braced by your head. Leon locks your fingers with his before bringing them to the soft skin of his mouth.
āHm, you like that?ā You try to crane your head so that you can meet your boyfriendās eyes, but Leon ātsksā at you. You arenāt at all ashamed by the attempt or his response, though. Itās done without any sort of malice. Nothing more than light teasing, born from a place of reverence and pure, unadulterated love. āUse your words, baby. Gotta know you want it. Need to know Iām making you feel good, yāknow?ā
āShit, Leāyes. Yes, like that. Fuckāā you manage to eventually get the words out, only for another thrust to leave you blubbering.
Leon lets go of your hand, but only for the briefest of moments, before his fingers come up under your jaw. He cradles your face as he finds your mouth, a curtain of his blonde hair hanging low over your eyes. He licks at your own tongue, at the corners of your lips, behind your teethā¦ Any and every inch of space he can reach becomes learned in a matter of seconds (as if he already wasnāt so intimately accustomed).
Because of the pillow beneath your hips, Leonās able to fix his grip on you every once in a whileāwhether the pads of his fingers are digging into the tempting plains of your waist, or the fat of your shuddering thighs. Each thrust has his pubic bone bouncing against your ass in an even, but incredibly hard-hitting pace.
Leon nips at your earlobe, gently tugging on the loose flesh so as strengthen (or perhaps ground) his dwindling resolve. In little time, he feels the effects of his impending orgasm: his balls tightening against your puffy clit, dick swelling deep within your wallsā¦
Youāre just so warm, and so wet, and soā¦so good to him, so good for him, Leon canāt resist the flurry of emotions threatening to escape him. āFuck, I love you. Love you so much, baby. Always so tight for me. Shit. Yālove sucking me in like this, donāt you?ā
āLeonā¦ā is all you can manage to say. Itās the only warning your hazy brain can conjure up; the only thing on the tip of your tongue other than another strangled whimper.
Leon understands though. He always does.
Youāre close. Really, really close. The sound of your squelching slick as he rifles through you over and over; the way your spine arches and your feet start to helplessly kick out from beneath youāitās all the confirmation he needs.
The muscles in his arms have begun to strain, a sharp tightness that blooms from his wrist all the way up to his shoulders. He takes the opportunity then to collapse onto you, carefully accommodating some of his weight with his knees so as not to smother you entirely (though he would without question if thatās what you asked).
The sounds of your whines pitch higher and higher with every snap of his hips. Youāre shaking again, though this time itās for sure an unconscious act. In relieving his arms from the awkward angle, Leonās able to wrap an arm around your head, and you nearly choke on spit when you realize what heās doing.
Leonās armāmeaty bicep, veins, and allārests safely against your collarbone, holding you snug to his chest. His cheek is pressed to yours again, so close that youāre convinced youāre practically becoming one (as if you havenāt alreadyā¦). Youāre both two halves of one heart stitched together; all haphazard, but terrifyingly real.
āI need you to come for me. Can you do that, baby? Can you make a mess for me?ā His voice is a beautiful ragged soundāone that in any other situation would have you pushing your hips back to meet his. But not this time. Leon has you locked in place, pliant and safe as the knot of your orgasm pulls tighter and tighter, threatening to snap.
So with that, you opt to just nod into Leonās arm, albeit rather weakly. Suddenly, you feel a different kind of pressure come up between your hips.
Leon somehow managed to sneak his free hand down to your cunt, calculated fingers once again toying with your clit in easy circles. And that alone that has you coming with a sharp and stuttered gasp. While you shudder and twitch, Leon continues his ministrations; humping and grinding into you while his own release crests.
He grunts and huffs as he spills into you, as if his fucked-out body canāt decide on which sound it wants or needs to make. Regardless, all that really matters is that youāre holding on tight to him, whispering something about how good he makes you feel and how much you love him.
Of course, Leon has to return the sentiment tenfold. He doesnāt say it exactly like how you did (heās never been the best with words), but as he cleans you up, petting your head and kissing everywhere the damp cloth doesnātāfrom the inner curve of your knee, to your navel, to the hollow of your throatāhe knows that you understand.
Because this is how you love each other. You, through your words, and him with his actions and adoring eyes.
18+ I just know Sylus is low key mean during sex when he's frustrated. Now, I know that sounds redundant, like of course he'd be mean if he's already in a bad mood. But like, not the mean you're probably imagining.
He's condescending.
Heās holding you down on the bed with his evol so his hands are completely free. Heās purposely spreading you open nice and wide, exposing you almost embarrassingly. Watching you squirm as he blows on your exposed clit.
āAww, too sensitive? My poor baby.ā You want to argue back, you want to squeeze your thighs closed. But something about this feels so good, too good.
āSheās so pretty all spread like this. Just for me.ā Your head tilts back, eyes squeezed shut as heat floods your face. Heās studying you too intensely, for some reason it feels more intimate than his mouth being on you.
āY-youāre so meanā¦!ā But itās weak, youāre barely able to take yourself seriously as Sylus chuckles. āOh I know, Iām so mean. Sitting here complimenting your pretty cuntā¦ā
Weāre slowly returning to our regularly scheduled program yāallā¦ I miss my manā¦ but I am a hyperfixater at heart so plz bear with me with the Valko content I assure you it should die down once he debuts. Because I really do miss Sylus </3 - Soul
Summary: While on the way to a bar you decide to tease price. Price doesnāt tolerate rowdiness. He makes it his mission to humiliate you even if it means doing it in front of his men.
Warnings: mean Captain John price, semi public touching, pet names, oral, (m receiving) humiliation, fingering, and dirty talk.
Your legs were propped up on the dashboard as the wind gentle casted against your face. Price had one hand on the steering wheel of his truck while the other one held one of his thick cigars. The musk of tobacco filled your nostrilsā¦familiar yet tart.
The two of you were headed to a bar not too far from home. You and price had been dating for a little over a year. Youād gained his trust and now it was time to meet his team who held just as much importance as you did to him. Once finding out that their captain had a girl, they had to meet you. Price had been trying to hold it off but he knew that could only happen but for so long.
āThe boys can get rowdy, loveā he gazed over towards you while taking another drag from his guilty pleasure. A smirk played across your lips āIām looking forward to it. Donāt know why it took so long for me to meet them.ā You were excited especially after hearing stories price often told you. They were like family to him.
Price chuckled as if that were the most amusing thing in the world. āYouāre excited to meet a bunch of overworked soldiersā he shook his head while tapping ash out of the window.
āI want to get to know themā¦.ā You look out of the window specifically the landscape of trees.
You were supposed to be a secret. Thatās what the two of you agreed to at-least. Price had a lot of dutiesā¦heād rather people know less about you. There wouldnāt be any questions, looks, or assumptions. He preferred to keep it simple.
In the beginning, it worked out.
That was until you started packing his lunch. Soap was the first to notice. He knew price never packed his lunch even more so carry a lunchbox. It was always neat and well done too. The work of a women.
What really blew the icing off the cake was when you left a note with your name written with a bunch of little hearts around it. Price knew he couldnāt make up a lie. So he had no other choice but to reveal his relationship rather he liked it or not.
One chain of event led to another and before he knew it he was on the way to introducing you to his team.
There was a beat of silenceā¦a comfortable silence. Your eyes wander through his frame. The way his forearms flexed as he handled the steering wheel, his fingers fiddling with his cigar, the way his bearded jaw softly clenched every time he moved his mouth, and best of all his bucket hat that he just couldnāt get enough of.
Price noticed your staring. That look of neediness in your eyes youād give him. āI can see the gears turning in your head bunny.ā He finally threw out his cigar, leaving the tainted substance.
You shifted your legs until they were on his lap. On instinct he placed one of his hands over your legs. āWhat are they telling you?ā You shift yourself until your legs are directly pressing against his center. Where youād assume his bulge to be.
āYouāre up to no good.ā Price chuckled once more āif ya know whatās best fāyou bunny, youād settle downā he kept his eyes situated on the road.
That itself was like a Greenlight for you to continue.
āI donāt think I doā
You shift your legs away and leaned across the middle until your face is millimeters away from his crotch. Something in prices eyes darkened but he maintained his calm demeanor.
No reaction? More teasing then.
Your hands wander around his thighs. They trailed with sneakiness all the way until they found his zipper. You give him one last look before fully unleashing it down. Price was already rock hardā¦that much was clear based on the imprint roaring to be set free. You didnāt have the patience to take your time so you simply pulled him out of his boxers. Price was thick and heavyā¦his tip red and veins pumping with blood.
You bite down on your lip meanwhile your eyes up casted towards him.
āGo on and finish what you started, bunnyā his hand flexed as if he might grab your hair. You knew he had no problem doing it. Gently, you stroked his length watching the way it stiffened even more. Price mustāve been inpatient because he pushed your head down until your lips were centimeters away from his tip. āSuckā¦ā he gently shook you.
Your lips wrapped around his tip. They went further down memorizing his veins.
You werenāt sucking. You were holding him in your mouth.
Price grunted āplaying games are we?ā His fingers curled into the texture of your hair. āMmmā you sent vibrations with your needy humms. āI suppose thatās a yes hm?ā Without further warning he forced your head down. The sound of your gags drowned out the music as he forced you to take his cock. Your hands clutched his pant leg but you held back your tears.
Price knew he couldnāt get too rowdy before arriving so he loosened up. āThink you can suck cock now love?ā He asked condescendingly. āYes..ā you attempted to talk around his length.
Your lips wrapped around him and soon you were sucking just as he liked.
This lasted a while. You, your lips, and your head working in sync. You knew his body just as he knew yours. The moment his cock started twitching you pulled away with a wet pop. āWhat are ya doing bunny?ā He was dwelling for his release. Due to being busy for the past week, heād been limited.
You wiped your lips with the back of your hand. āWeāll be at the bar soon. Donāt wanna ruin my makeup.ā You were teasing himā¦keeping him from having the release he so desperately wanted.
His jaw ticked as he pulled into the parking lot.
You knew he was irritated. It only widened your smirk. āCome onā¦their already here it looksā you grab your bag and hop out of his truck, dusting off your outfit.
Once interlinking fingers you both enter the bar tighter
Soap, ghost, and gaz were already seated at a rounded booth. Price was beyond irritated but he masked it with a neutral expression.
āWas wondering when you two would get here.ā Gaz chanted out while darting his eyes towards you. He called out your name as if you were a long time friend āso you are realā he chuckled beside soap. āWas starting to think you were made up loveā ghost was sitting on the other side of soap talking through his balaclava. āItās a miracle ladsā soap took a sip of his drink.
You were practically turning red from the comments they were giving you. What threw you out of your trance was price gripping a handful of your ass. He was never the type to get handsy in public but as of today, something clicked.
He was pissed.
āYou lots look like youāre droolingā he sat down first then pulled you down beside him. He introduced you to each of his men āGaz, Soap, and Ghostā he discreetly gripped your thigh under the table. āAnd lads this is my girlā his hands drifted up.
You smile and nod trying to ignore how touchy he was getting
Once placing orderers and receiving drinks and food price continued the path up your thigh.
You were doing quite well, ignoring it. That was until his fingers drifted over your center right aginst your panties. You nearly choked on your drink. āEverything alright love?ā Price gazed down towards you.
āJust fineā you bit down on your straw
This was payback for what happened earlier.
āMh, why donāt you tell the lads about how we met.ā His fingers dipped underneath your panties and massaged your clit. āW-what?ā You hid your expression through your glass. āTell the lads about how he metā his thumb pressed down hard.
You gaze at the group of men and the curious expressions on their face. āR-right..I work at a coffee shop not do far- mm not too far from baseā you squeezed your thighs but even then he contiued to rub your clit. āPrice came in nearly everyday and uhā¦eventually he asked me outā you swallow hard before giving price a look.
Your eyes were begging him to stop.
All he did was chuckle
Two of his thick fingers found your slit. You bite back any moans threatening to come out. Just when you thought he would was up he shoved those fingers inside of you.
āMnh..ā the sound was stubble. Loud enough for only him to hear.
Price curled his fingers while massaging that sensitive spot inside of you. You were practically panting at this point. Gaz mustāve noticed āyou alright there, lass? You look red in the faceā this question led to everyoneās attention being settled on you.
Price only moved his fingers harder
āSheās alright. Just the alcohol gettinā to her. Aināt that right bunny?ā He called you that pet name only serving more humiliation.
āIām f-fine. Yes, Iām fineā you sallowed deeply.
āGood girlā Price grunted.
You clenched around his fingers earning another chuckle.
As minutes passed you zoned out of the conversation, focused on one thing. Not letting yourself slip. Youād made some noises here and there but it wasnāt enough to alarm anyone. Though price wouldnāt stop nagging you with questions.
āLove, where was our first date?ā His thumb circled your clit meanwhile he played inside of you.
āW-we went to this jazz bar- mhā¦mhmhmmā you could barely keep yourself together. It was a wonder no one noticed the squelching sound of your pussy crying out.
āAnd what did I gift you that night?ā He knew the answer he just wanted to watch you struggle.
āNecklace..ā you spoke barely above a whisper
āWhat was that?ā
āA necklace!ā You pointed to the pendant hanging around your neck.
āLooks like a beautyā soap examined it before shifting his eyes back towards his drink.
Before you could thank him that familiar coil began to build up at the pitt of your stomach. You were going to cum. Panic and humiliation hit you all at once. Price mustāve noticed because his lips curled into a smirk and his fingers worked faster.
You would never recover if you just so happened to cry out in the middle of a bar. You would have to contain yourself.
Discreetly, you placed your hand under the table attempting to pry him away. Price leaned down to your ear ākeep fighting and Iāll take ya out back..spank that ass rawā he gave you a kiss to your cheek before leaning back up.
It was at that moment you realized it. Youād have to endure him fully. You prop your elbows onto the table and bring your hands a close to your lips.
The conversation they were having was simply drowned out as your body reached its peak.
Your thighs trembled as waves of uncontrollable pleasure washed over you. āMmphā¦ā the sound you made was utterly pathetic. Without warning you bit down on your hand, an attempt to control your facial expression. That sensitive feeling of pleasure lasted for what felt like ten minutes until price finally pulled away.
The tension in your shoulders dropped like a wave splashing through the sea. You were trembling like a leaf embarrassed, fearful, and senseless.
Price brought his fingers to his lips and sucked without a care in the world.
Thatās when it clicked to everyone at the table.
Soap nearly choked on his drink, gaz turned his head away, and ghost whistled underneath his breath. There was a moment of silence expect for the sound of price cleaning his fingers.
āWhat a night ladsā he chuckled while guiding the both of you up from the booth. You couldnāt bring yourself to look at them. This was their first impression of you. Humiliated, used, and tamed. āBunny, why donāt you tell my men goodbye?ā He placed his hand on the back of your neck as a warning. āYou were so eager to meet them after allā
Finally you met their gaze.
āGoodnight..ā your voice which was filed with much confidence earlier was reduced to something much smaller and meek.
They werenāt uncomfortable. No, they were amused. It soon felt as if this were all a gameā¦
āItās about time we head outā¦tend to other things. Iāll catch up with you lots tomorrow.ā And with that he walked you out of the bar with one big hand squeezing your ass.
āI told ya honey, you want to play games. This is what happens.ā
The night air was cold and unforgiving on your skin. It only added to your already shivering body.
āNow get in the truck before I fuck you in the parking lotā¦ā
Summary: Price hasnāt been giving you enough attention lately so you tease him during a late night meeting. Little do you know, the man no longer has patience for you disobeying his rules.
Warnings: smut, mean!john price, d/s, bondage, age gap, overstimulation, established dynamic, punishment, degradation, slapping, and spanking
It was 9:00pm. Price had been in his office nearly all day. In fact, for the past week heād been spending all of his time there. In the span of these days, youād only seen him three times. Morning, bathroom breaks, and to bring him dinner. You were long asleep when he joined you in bed.
Bed.
It felt like months had passed since you two shared a heated moment. You missed the feeling of his skin on yoursā¦.the way he kept himself buried inside you. Itād been so long since you had a release, a ache was starting to form in between your legs.
You knew he had important work to tend to. He practically relied on it to satisfy the higher ups. Before you moved in with price he made one thing clear. Donāt bother him while heās working. The first time you broke it he tanned your ass for what felt like hours. Since then, youāve made sure to stay out of his way.
Youāve been doing good at that so far. Up until now. The ache in between your legs had gotten strongerā¦something that you couldnāt satisfy. You tried to satisfy yourself with a vibrator but it wasnāt enough. You needed John. He was so busy with other thingsā¦did he even care about you anymore?
Frustration ringed though your ears as you sat up in bed. Frustrated at price, his office, the ache happening between your legs- everything. You were going to show him just how much he upset you no matter what the rules were.
Your footsteps were prominent as you leaned against his office door. A higher up was talking on a computer, giving input on a current project. He was in a meeting. Slowly, you tilt open the door just wide enough to squeeze yourself inside without causing a loud disturbance.
There he was.
The lights in his office were dimmed, creating a warm hue aginst his skin. Price didnāt look up from his desktop screen. His eyebrow slightly knitted and his fist lightly clenched. You werenāt supposed to be in here. Period. If it werenāt for the meeting he wouldāve already had you bent over his knee.
You didnāt pay a single mind to his reaction nor to what was going through his head. You had one thing on your mind. He was going to pay attention to you rather he was busy or not. A pout played on your lips as you silently got down on your hands and knees. If you wanted this to work youād have to be as quiet as possible without being seen on camera.
Only when you crawled towards his desk did his eyes quickly dart over to you. Cold and stern. Yet again, you ignored his warning look. Just when you were underneath it, he grabbed a fistfull of your hair. Oh he was pissed. He didnāt let go until it was his turn to speak in the meeting.
āStill here.ā His voice had gone dangerously low. āOur latest mission was a success butā¦ā while he talked you decided to push further even after having your hair gripped and yanked. Afterall, you were frustrated. You wanted attention.
Silently, you worked to undo his zipper and belt. His imprint was already peaking against his boxers. Trailing your eyes up, you watch his expression. Jaw tensed yet keeping a good poker face.
āYes, the latest files suggest t- nghā your lips wrapped around his length, sucking just the way he liked. Your tongue swiped across his pink tip, licking up his precum. āSorryā price cleared his throat before speaking once more āsuggest that suspect was detained Mh..ā with one hand on his base and your head bobbing up and down, added the perfect amount of stimulation.
Your eyes were big with lust. Wild and uncontainable. You hadnāt even realized you were grinding against his boot matching the rhythm of your head.
Price had finished speaking and placed himself on mute and no cam. You were too busy sucking him off to notice. By time you did, his hand was already wrapped in your hair.
āYou wanna play games, slut?ā You continued to suck despite the whimper that fell from the grip he had on your hair. āHm? Barge into my office while Iām in a meeting and interrupt me?ā He guided you down until your nose met his base. You gagged and convulsed. It was uncomfortable but he didnāt care. You deserved this.
āWhatād I say about coming into my office?ā
You gasped for air as he yanked you up. Tears rolled down your cheeks and droll drizzled down your chin. You were still grinding against his boot. āHm? What did i-ā price slapped your cheek āwhat did i say?ā
You give him the biggest pout possible as you rubbed your cheek from the slaps. āYou heard me.ā Another slap. āWhat the fuck did I say?ā
This time you whine out a response ān-not to..ā
Price sneered before yanking you up. āGo to the bedroom and get the vibrator, straps, and handcuffs. Now. Crawlā he shoved you down onto all fours. āGo.ā
You nearly sobbed while crawling upstairs. Once finding the items you crawl back to his office where he waited. āYou need to learn some respect. Some self control.ā He had you on your stomach in seconds. Price stood up and hovered over you.
āIām sorry..ā you squirmed around, trying to get away. You had the audacity to try and run.
He shut that down fast with a spank. āIf you were sorry, you wouldnāt be trying to run.ā He secured your wrist with handcuffs and turned on the vibrator. The one you were sick of using. His hands worked roughly along your waistband as he pulled down both your shorts and panties. The air was cold and unforgiving.
The moment he pressed the vibrator aginst your pussy, you jolted with sensitivity. āNuh uh. Be still.ā He secured the straps around your thighs and hips until the vibrator was pressed securely aginst you.
There you were, tied up with a vibrator abusing your sensitive flesh. Price grabbed your panties and shoved them into your mouth. āIf you spit them out Iāll gag you instead.ā
He sat back down which left you tired up beside his feet. Price didnāt even pay you any knowledge. He focused on his meeting, ignoring you whole.
You didnāt just cum once. You came twice, three time, then four. Your thighs were soaked and so was a small patch of the polished wooden floor. It was alll too much. Even after gazing up at price with those pitiful eyes, he still didnāt let up.
In the end you still ending up unsatisfied and forced to pleasure yourself with a vibrator. The very thing you wanted leastā¦the thing that led you into this situation.
āNext time you disobey me, Iāll edge you until you pass outā¦ā price sneered one last time before turning away completelyā¦.
experience of period leakage is uncomfortable, waking up through the grogginess that lingers on your eyes, making them glassy, bloated stomach wrenching with cramps that knot in the lower area of your abdomen, making you bent with muffled whine, trying to relieve the pain as your spine flexes with your movement, when you feel something sodden beneath.
oozed blood, staining the twitching skin of your thighs as you shake from the weakness, sheets beneath you now a darkened burgundy color, seeped out from where your panties now have the same rudy stain as the duvet, making your eyes swim with annoying sting, before it rips out of you with bubbled sob.
it's wakes simon up, stirring beneath the blanket that pooled at his hips as he propped himself up, one hand rubbing at his darkened, lidded with sleep eyes, ears picking at the small sound of distress immediately, and he sits up through cracking bones to see your shaking, twisted form.
noticing the reason of your distress as well, brushing his hand along the dried spot of blood beneath, no doubt soaked in the mattress by now, and the thought makes your fingers curl at the sheets in sadness that morphs itself in the anger, to the way you feel, to what you endure, buzzing in your ears along ragged sobs that make simon's heart knot in sympathy.
you didn't even noticed that he woke up, jolting lightly at the sudden touch that envelops the side of your body with comfortingly seeping warmth, until you're being scooped between two burly, spread legs and slotted gently against sturdy, rumbling chest, the cooing hoarseness of his voice suddenly overcomes the distressing buzz in your ears, calming your senses.
you melt against him, letting simon cradle you against his chest with gentle touches, and despite that you feel uncomfortably dirty because of the smudged blood on your panties, you cuddle closer with little sniffs, curling yourself in a ball, as his lips brush against your temple, nose catching at the salty wetness of your tears.
simon will take care of everything, fill the bathtub with warm water so you'll be able to wash yourself up so slipping into the clean underwear and one of his shirts would feel even more comfortable, as he'd change the sheets and dump them to washing machine along with your panties, hell, he'd even buy a new clean mattress, anything, just to not see you upset again.
you come back to the room not on your legs, but nuzzled against simon's solid chest as he carries you to the clean bed, adorned with a dark shade of sheets in case something will happen again, as he settles you beneath the softness of the blanket and lays behind you, cloaking your form with his, moving his palms to rest them on your tummy, rubbing twining, lulling circles on your relaxed skin.
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That one time you thought it would be funny to text your Captaināaka John Priceāāmissing you pookie ā¤ļøā as a prank.
It had been Soapās challenge. He was certain youād back out, certain heād win.
But noāyou werenāt about to let Soap have that satisfaction.
So, with all the confidence in the world, you sent the text.
Your plan had been simple: apologize the next morning, explain it was a stupid prank, maybe get an earful from the Captain, and move on.
You hadnāt expected to end up in his office the next day, completely at his mercy, riding his cock with your hands tied behind your back with his belt learning very quickly just how bad idea that message had been.
āPleaseā Captain, Iām sorryā¦ it was a prankā¦ā you managed between broken breaths, voice shaking.
Your body ached, your legs weak, every muscle burning from how long heād kept you there. Tears blurred your vision, humiliation sinking deeper by the second.
Price, however, looked entirely unimpressed.
He sat back in his chair, calm and composed, watching you struggle without offering the slightest bit of help.
āAh, a prank, you say?ā he asked at last.
He reached for his phone, unlocking it before turning the screen toward you.
There it was.
missing you pookie ā¤ļø
āOh yes,ā he said dryly. āThat one.ā
His voice was rough, warm in that dangerous way ālike whiskey wrapped in honey.
You swallowed hard.
āPlease, Captainā¦ Iām really sorry. Wonāt ever happen again. Swear on my life.ā
For a moment, he only stared.
Then he burst into laughter.
It was somehow worse than being shouted at.
The sound was deep, genuine, and terrifying.
He caught hold of you easily, one hand wrapped around your waist stopping your movements . While the other hand went down on your tied wrists to give one sharp tug, he forced your attention back to him.
Causing your back to arch like a bow as you felt him get inside you even deeper to where you could already see belly bulge forming on your stomach
āAh,ā he murmured, eyes fixed on yours. āYou swear on your life?ā
You nodded quickly.
Another laugh.
āNah. Too bad, brat.ā
His grin spread slow and wicked.
āIt aināt your place to decide that.ā
You stared at him in horror, trying to speak, but he cut you off before a word could leave your mouth.
āTsk, tsk.ā
He leaned in close enough to make your pulse spike.
āWell, you know I canāt have one of my good soldiers missinā out on me now, can I?ā
Your face burned.
āGonna make sure you never feel like youāre missinā out on me againā¦ā
He paused, smile turning downright sinister.
āMy pookie.ā
The nickname alone nearly finished you off from embarrassment.
A particularly sharp snap of his hips punched a sob from your throat, and he growled in approval his tip hitting the sweet spot as he gave a low sound of approval at your reaction.
Your vision blurred again.
At least one thing was certain nowā
You werenāt leaving his office on your own two legs the way youād walked in.
no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind boggling, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tango ever bro could cause a nuclear bomb inside me and I'd still ride
Elpis has had odd effects on your husband, and he can't stop filling you up as a result.
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CW: shower sex, barebacking, vaginal penetration, cream pies, spanking, hair pulling, very mild dubious consent only because reader is cockdrunk.
word count: 600-ish
also shoutout to @gabithefanwriter for suggesting cream pie giver re9 leon. hope you like it :)
Ever since Leon received a shot of Elpis and returned home safely, it seems as though the anti-viral drug has had a few peculiar effects on him.
To put it simply, he cannot stop fucking you every chance he gets, until you're so exhausted you can only pass out.
He tries to explain it, saying he feels ābetter than ever,ā or that he wants to savor every moment with you after nearly meeting his demise. But at the end of the day, the reason does not matter, because all you know is that your husband will fuck you senseless whether he has an excuse or not.
This night is no different. After Leon thoroughly wrecked you, you were supposed to take a post-sex shower, but the moment he saw the water dripping down your body, making your skin glisten, he couldn't stop himself from pushing you against the wall to start railing you again.
You have lost count of how many cream pies you received tonight. Hell, you don't even know how he still isn't drained yet, though you suspect it's due to that same drug that's given him all of this rigorous energy.
With your cheek pressed to the wet shower tile, his hand on the back of your head keeping you there, he pounds into you from behind with low curses and grunts. Youāre utterly fucked out, and yet you keep taking him like you were made for it, which he reminds you of every chance given.
At this point in the endless lovemaking, he has run out of dirty talk and has resorted to instead communicating with spanks to your ass to feel you clench around him, your hole utterly used and abused by his fat cock.
He then starts picking up the pace, the obscene sound of wet skin slapping against skin only adding to his arousal. You whimper something unintelligible at that, too cockdrunk to form a coherent thought, and he spanks you again in response.
āYeahā¦ā he drawls, acknowledging your exhaustion, and yet he still doesn't stopānot unless you ask him to.
The hand he had on your head fists in your hair, using the grip as leverage to drill into you faster and harder, until heās nearing the edge of climax.
āHah, shitāā he curses when he feels himself about to cum. And sure enough, a moment later his hips lose rhythm and stutter as he fills you up yet again, guttural groans rumbling from his broad chest.
Leon releases your hair and holds your waist instead, resting his forehead between your shoulder blades to catch his breath, his wet hair sticking to his face.
Then, just when you think heās finally done, you hear him make a small hum at the filthy sight of where his cock is still buried inside you.
Without ever pulling out, he begins to slowly rut into your leaking pussy again, making you shiver from both need and fatigue.
Leon spanks you one more time like he can't help himself. He knows heās acting like a caveman, knows you're too tired, and that you're barely standing up without his support. And yet, your tight heat feels so good he can't bring himself to pull out no matter what.
āFuck meā¦ā he rasps in self deprecation, knowing fully he loses all rational brain function when heās balls deep inside your perfect cunt.
āJust one more roundā, he thinks to himself as he fucks you harder again, his strong forearms and thighs flexing from the jerky movement. Though, he's fully aware he said the same during all the rounds that came before.
after you both completed a really stressful maths test, of which he helped you cheat off his answers, gojo said you owed it to him to go to his house that night. and my god, it is huge.
tall double door entry, spiral staircase, marble floors. i mean, he even had a tennis court. but his parents were away for the night, allowing you two to chill out comfortably, alone.
he led you to the couch and told you to pick a movie while he got a few snacks. that, however, was an hour ago.
now, you're just trying not to wriggle too much. he had you sat on his lap, balls deep into your pussy as he watched the movie with ease. one arm wrapped around your hips and kept you in place, preventing any desperate movements. he ate the popcorn he made with a small smile on his face, as if pretending his dick isn't 8 inches deep in you.
he chuckles at a scene, causing his cock to hit even deeper inside you. you whine and close your eyes, head leaning back to rest on his shoulder.
"what's wrong? you don't like the movie?" of course he's going to play dumb. doesn't he know you can feel his dick twitching?
"satoru, can we, can we please just fuck now?"
"what do you mean? we are fucking, aren't we?"
"i, i need something, please.' you beg, tilting your head to look up at him. he contemplates your face for a moment before smiling even brighter.
"we can fuck after the movie."
you let out an exasperated whine, scrunching your face up in frustration. you attempt to shift your hips off him, get a little break from the way his cock fills you up entirely, but his arms quickly pull you back down. you shiver as he whispers in your ear.
"you want it to be your mouth instead, sweetheart? 'cause i'm getting real tired of your attitude. when the movie's over, then i will fuck you."
you take in a shaky breath as he leans back again, sighing with disappointment. you sniffle a little and lean back against him again, trying not to whimper at the new angle. he smiles and returns his eyes back to the movie, making sure to keep his cock practically locked inside you.
gojo facefucking you as opposed to keeping his cock in you? yeah, no thanks.
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missionary is calebās favorite way of having you. the man lives to be the ache under your ribs, so he takes the chance to be as closest to you as he can get very seriously.
before the actual show though, heād prep. heās meticulous when it comes to you, if you havenāt noticed by now. heād eat you out real nice and slow, tongue lapping your folds and tickling your bud. heād made you cum on his tongue, got you all soft and mushy and ready for him.
then heād dive in, sprawled under him, both of your legs hooked on his thunder thighs for anchor. his hips dips and the curve of his ass becomes prominent every time he bottoms into you. thereās a certain sting to having him hit that deep, though, because gods be good, the man has a cock and he knows to work it. work it into you, slow undulating strokes, back and forth and heās staring down at you whoās currently in cloud nine as you hold on for dear life, gripping the sheets, moans spilling out from your pretty, pretty lips.
god, heās so deep. how does his stupid cock reach so deep? but god, is it so good.
you have an internal battle with yourself because your brain cannot keep up with the pleasure and the edges of the pain starts to blur away. stupid caleb and his ridiculously stupid cock. you always come first with him, though, while heās still on those slow strokes. then heād grin to himselfācocky bastardāand then lay himself down on you, chest to chest, your breasts smushed against his. he loves it when he can feel the fat of them. āyeah, baby, itās so good, huh?ā he has his mouth so close to your ear that it tickles. on normal days, youād swear and threaten to punch him for teasing the daylights out of you. but youāre in a losing battle now, and you could only nod meekly as a response, your sanity starting to fray away from how good heās making you feel.
he seems to know this fact, too, could read your mind so well from the every little expression in your face. your eyebrows scrunched, and you have just enough strength to wrap your hands around him to bring him closer. his grin turns into a scoff now. selfish, selfish girl. how close do you want him to be? it seems like you want him to vanish into you and be fused together.
he picks up the pace, hands coming down to rest behind your ass. now this is the part why he loves this position so much. the palpable difference between your body and his. how smaller you are in compared to him. how he can just envelop you and keep you from the rest of the world, gets to have you all to himself. whoās selfish now, you big dummy?
he curls his hands on the globe of your ass, and then brings you closer to him every time his hips slam down. a gasp.
ācaleb-ā comes out more like a warning, a plea, or in his lovesick view of you in this moment, bare and so full of him everywhere: a permission.
it is what drives him to keep the relenting pace. it is what fuels him to keep going, messy as it is. sticky substance are clinging onto his length and your entrance, collecting at the sheet. he intends to keep you in this position, hips slightly raised toward him and you have anywhere to hold onto but him. ācaleb- fuck,ā you choked out. itās hard to form a coherent thought when heās fucking the daylights out of you.
he presses his body down on you a second time, and this time, your hands, which cannot cover the whole span of his shoulders, try their best to hold on anyway. through choked moans and groans, youāre absolutely gone now, all your senses are filled with him, him, him. you do not know what possess you for the moment, but whatever it is, it isnāt holy. his neck is there and you lunge at the chance. you leave kisses there, out of desperation of the outlet of feelings you have from this intense pleasure. then the kisses turn sloppy as he picks up the pace and starts drilling his length into you, bullying your poor, poor hole as itās overstuffed with his stupid meat, balls slapping on the labia in contact.
at some point in this hazy pleasure, you lick a stripe of skin in his neck. he feels the wetness there, and decides heās fucked. āfuck, you drive me so fucking insane, you donāt know,ā how he managed to get that much sentence out while youāre struggling to even form a thought is unfair.
youāre half out of your mind now, you didnāt even catch fully what he said, so you blurted out, ācaleb, caleb, oh. iām so close,ā your voice is so pitchy and you start clawing at his back. āright there, fuuuuck,ā your face starts to contort in pleasure as heās focused on hitting that one spot now, and youāre sobbing. you feel his biceps before you dig your nails into that, too.
āiām gonna-ā your breathing speeds up as caleb drives in, in, in. ācome on, sweet girl,ā he moves to position your legs to be on his shoulders. the angle changes this way, and itās beginning to feel too much. you donāt know if you can handle much more. ācum on this cock, come on,ā he coaxes you into your orgasm, and his colonel streak is starting to show a bit as it sounds like heās barking out an order. every time his length reaches all the way, gushes of wetness sloshes from your folds. they do the talking when you cannot. āyeah, you wanna cum on this cock? let me feel it, baby, let me have it,ā caleb is not done repositioning you, it seems, as he starts to move and suddenly your knees are bent together on your chest.
ācaleb- too deep-ā you cry out, but it falls on deaf ears and he drops his entire body weight on you and the mushroom head of his dick kisses your cervix. your walls are stretched on its limit now to accommodate him.
āiām cumming, iām cumming! caleb-ā you clenches down on him hard, and caleb slams home one last time, burying himself to the hilt, as he comes together with you. your knees are shaking from the orgasm, and heās pumping out a copious amount, so much that it leaks and drizzle down into your asshole.
his cheeks are flushed red and he finally lets you go from this excruciating position, repositioning your legs once more so it goes on his sides and around his waist. āi love you so much,ā he likes to remind you every time the both of you are getting to the end bit, as if the whole intense session of sex isnāt enough of a reminder.
