【 ❝ 𝐎ɦ α𐓣ᑯ 𝚰 𝗀ⱺ𝗍 ꭑ𝗒 ɦα𝗂𝗋 ᑯⱺ𐓣𝖾. ❞ 】
【 ❝ 𝐋𝖾𝗍 ꭑ𝖾 𝗀υ𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗒ⱺυ 𝗀ⱺ𝗍 𝗍ɦ𝖾 𝖿ⱺ𝗋𝗍𝗒-𝗂𐓣𝖼ɦ-ᑲυ𝗌𝗌 ᑯⱺω𐓣 ⱺ𝗋 𝗍ɦ𝖾 ᑲⱺ𝗑 ᑲ𝗋α𝗂ᑯ𝗌- ❞ 】
【 ❝ 𝐍ⱺ 𝚰 𝗀ⱺ𝗍 α ρ𝗂𝗑𝗂𝖾𝖼υ𝗍. ❞ 】
【 ❝ 𝐇𝐔𝐇?! ❞ 】───𝚰𐓣𝗌ρ𝗂𝗋𝖾ᑯ ᑲ𝗒 𝗍ɦα𝗍 ⱺ𐓣𝖾 𝐓𝗂𝗄𝐓ⱺ𝗄 αυᑯ𝗂ⱺ!!
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𝖦౿𐓣𝗋౿: 𝐒ꭑυ𝗍, ρⱺ𝗋𐓣 ω𝗂𝗍ɦ α ρᥣⱺ𝗍, 𝖾𝗌𝗍αᑲᥣ𝗂𝗌ɦ𝖾ᑯ 𝗋𝖾ᥣα𝗍𝗂ⱺ𐓣𝗌ɦ𝗂ρ, α𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖼α𝗋𝖾 α𝗍 𝗍ɦ𝖾 𝖾𐓣ᑯ α𝗌 υ𝗌υαᥣ.
𝖢𝗁ɑ𝗋ડ: 𝐋𝖾ⱺ𐓣 𝐒 𝐊𝖾𐓣𐓣𝖾ᑯ𝗒.
𝖱౿ɑᑯ౿𝗋: 𝙉𝙤 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙔/𝙉❟ 𝙣𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙙❟ 𝙣𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙨. 𝖲ɕ౿𐓣ɑ𝗋ꪱ𝗈: 𝐘ⱺυ 𝗀𝖾𝗍 α ρ𝗂𝗑𝗂𝖾𝖼υ𝗍.
𝖠υ𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋౿ડડ 𐓣𝗈𝗍౿ડ: 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝚰𝐋𝐘 𝚰𝐌𝐏𝐋𝚰𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑!!! 𝐎𝗄α𝗒 ᑲα𝖼𝗄 𝗂𐓣𝗍ⱺ ꭑ𝗒 𝖼α𝗏𝖾 𝚰 𝗀ⱺ.
The buzz of the clipper blades had long faded from your ears, replaced by the cool, unfamiliar kiss of the apartment's air conditioning against the nape of your neck. It was a sensation that felt entirely new, a sharp contrast to the weight that usually rested against your shoulders. You caught your reflection in the hallway mirror again, your fingers automatically rising to trace the precise, clean lines of your freshly faded sides. The rich, deep texture of your natural hair was sculpted close, tapering beautifully into a soft, textured crown that framed your face in a way that felt incredibly bold. It was a complete departure from your usual look, and while the confidence was there, a lingering thread of vulnerability made you want to hear a specific voice.
Plucking your phone from the kitchen counter, you scrolled to his name and hit dial, setting it to speaker as you adjusted the collar of your shirt.
It rang twice before the line clicked open. The background noise on his end was minimal, just the faint, rhythmic tap of a keyboard and the rustle of briefing papers. Leon was hunched over his desk at the division headquarters, the bridge of his nose pinched between his fingers, enduring the tail end of a grueling DSO debrief.
"Hey," Leon’s voice came through, a low, gravelly rumble that instantly ground you. It carried the heavy weight of exhaustion, but there was an immediate, unmistakable shift in his tone the moment he realized it was you, a sudden softness that he rarely permitted anyone else to hear. "Everything alright?"
"Yeah, everything's fine," you replied, a slight smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you paced back toward the mirror, admiring the sharp silhouette from another angle. "Just finished up a few errands. I actually just got my hair done."
There was a brief pause on the other end, followed by the distinct sound of Leon leaning back in his creaking office chair. You could practically picture the fond, knowing smirk growing across his face, that sharp jawline relaxing as he prepared to tease you.
"Oh, you did?" he murmured, his voice dropping into a playful, smooth cadence. He leaned into the receiver, the exhaustion entirely forgotten. "Let me guess... you got the box braids, the forty-inch buss down—"
"No," you cut him off, your voice dropping to a quiet, almost daring murmur. "I got a pixie cut."
Silence. Total, absolute silence stretched across the line.
The faint tapping of his keyboard stopped instantly. The rustle of paper ceased. On the other end of the line, Leon’s entire world seemed to halt on its axis. The playful, confident agent vanished, replaced by a man whose brain had just completely short-circuited at the vivid, sudden image filtering through his mind.
Immediately a burning heat rushed across his face, from his neck to the tip of his nose, prickling right underneath the surface. It was like his heart basically stopped.
The sheer shock in his voice was loud enough to make you chuckle, but the silence that immediately followed was heavy, thick with a sudden, suffocating shift in the atmosphere. His breathing grew noticeably shallower, heavier, the sudden rush of heat hitting him so violently you could practically feel it through the signal.
Behind that silence, Leon's thoughts were completely unraveling. His mind raced, instantly visualizing the rich, dark warmth of your skin, now fully exposed without the familiar framing of your long hair. He imagined the elegant curve of your neck, the bare, vulnerable expanse of your collarbones, and the sharp, stunning strikingness of your features completely laid bare to the world. The thought of his fingers being able to press directly against the sensitive skin at the back of your head, of feeling the soft, closely cropped texture of your natural hair beneath his palm while he held you, sent a fierce, unadulterated jolt of desire straight down his spine. It was a primal, desperate wave of heat that pooled low in his abdomen, making his throat go completely dry. He was entirely, helplessly captivated by the mere concept of it.
Unaware of the absolute chaos wreaking havoc on his composure, you chewed slightly on your bottom lip, turning your head to view the profile in the glass. "I don't know because... I think the stylist went a little too high up on the sides. But do you like it?"
Leon let out a breath that was less of a sigh and more of a ragged, strained groan, his hand gripping the edge of his desk so tightly his knuckles turned white. He couldn't even form words for a second. The idea of you standing there, doubting even for a fraction of a second how absolutely breathtaking you looked, made him want to tear through the city walls just to get to you. He wanted to bury his face in the crook of that newly exposed neck, to worship every single inch of skin you had just revealed. He was so completely at your mercy, his body hardening painfully beneath his slacks at the mere thought of touching you. “Like it? If I was able to jump through this phone…”
When he finally spoke, his voice was entirely stripped of its usual steady authority, reduced to a low, rough, desperate gravel that made your stomach flip. You recognized that tone.
“Whatchu say?” You purred, voice low and teasing as you got closer to the phone trying to hear him fall apart.
"Where are you right now?" he asked, the words clipping out of him with a strange, breathless urgency. He cleared his throat, trying desperately to pull back on the reins of his own undoing, forcing his manners to the surface like the polite, desperate gentleman he was trying to be.
You blinked at the sudden, intense shift, a thrill running down your spine. "You know where I am, Leon. Just... come straight up. The door's unlocked."
"I'm coming home," he added bluntly, the sudden declaration leaving no room for argument. The word slipping out with a raw, submissive vulnerability that told you exactly what kind of state he was in.
You didn't even bother to question it, but your smile was damn near audible through the phone as the line disconnected.
The moment the call ended, Leon stood up so fast his chair rolled back and slammed into the partition behind him. There were no words. Just an immediate, frantic clocking out. He grabbed his jacket and his keys, completely abandoning the rest of the paperwork scattered across his desk.
As he stormed out of the main office area, his coworkers were just background noise, their voices blurring into the ambient hum of the department.
"Leaving so soon Mr. Kennedy?"
"See you tomorrow, Kennedy."
“Coming back anytime soon Ken?”
Leon ignored them completely, his eyes locked onto the exit, his mind entirely fixed on the image of your new haircut. However, a small obstacle stood between him and the door.
Ingrid Hunnigan stepped right into his path, holding a digital clipboard, blocking his escape route. She looked up at him, pausing as she took in his completely flushed face, his unblinking gaze, and the sheer desperation practically radiating off his posture.
"Why are you leaving so early?" Ingrid asked, raising an eyebrow.
Leon was too fucking horny to explain himself properly, his brain entirely melted by the thoughts of you waiting for him. He cleared his throat, shifting his weight restlessly. "I, uh... left something turning on at the apartment. Highly urgent. Have to handle it."
Ingrid stared at him for a flat three seconds, putting the pieces together immediately. She knew him too well, and the absolute disaster that was his current composure made the truth painfully obvious. A slow, knowing smirk spread across her face, and she broke into a sudden round of laughter.
"Are you SERIOUSLY going home to... pump and dump? A dash to smash? Bail and bang? Flash and tap dat ass?! LEON!" She shook her head, her laughter echoing in the corridor. "Oh my God y'all is so nasty! Boy get out my face and don't come back with ya freaky self!"
Leon didn't even try to defend his honor. He just offered a tight, completely embarrassed nod and literally bolted past her, sprinting down the hallway toward the elevators before she could tease him any further.
“Hey!! Make sure you’re able to walk your ass into work okay?!” She added, followed by another loud devilish laugh. And EVERYBODY in the office heard. Honestly? He couldn’t give a damn. The fuck he had to give was for you.
The drive felt shorter than it actually was. By the time you took the elevator up to his private floor, your heart was thumping against your ribs in a steady, anticipation-fueled rhythm. You reached his door, finding it exactly as he said, unlatched just a fraction of an inch.
Pushing it open, you stepped into the quiet, dimly lit warmth of his apartment. The city lights cast long, amber shadows across the hardwood floors.
Leon was standing in the center of the living room. He had already discarded his tactical gear; his shoulder holster was thrown carelessly onto a chair, and his dark button-down shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, the sleeves rolled up to his forearms. The moment the door clicked shut behind you, his eyes locked onto you.
And Leon completely broke.
His breath caught in his throat, his blue eyes widening as they swept over you. Seeing it over a phone call was nothing compared to the reality. The pixie cut was magnificent. It accentuated the flawless, rich slope of your jawline, the deep warmth of your eyes, and the elegant, bare length of your throat. You looked striking, powerful, and utterly intoxicating.
He didn't say a word. He crossed the room in three long, predatory but completely undone strides. The politeness from earlier vanished entirely. He reached you, his large, calloused hands coming up, but instead of grabbing you roughly, they trembled as they hovered just over your cheeks. His chest was heaving, his eyes wild and completely dilated as he looked down at you, totally consumed.
"God," Leon whispered, a broken, desperate sound tearing from his throat. "You... you look so beautiful. It’s not too high. Its perfect. You’re perfect."
"You like it?" you asked softly, tilting your chin up, purposely tilting your head to fully display the crisp, clean fade along your sides.
Leon let out a whimpering gasp, his composure shattering into a thousand pieces. He dropped to his knees right in front of you. He didn't care about his pride, didn't care about his status as a hardened agent; right now, he was nothing but your willing, desperate servant. He wrapped his strong arms around your thighs, burying his face directly into the soft fabric of your clothes, inhaling your scent deeply.
"Please," he begged against your skin, his voice muffled, trembling with a heavy, agonizing lust. "Please let me have you. Let me look at you. I'm losing my mind."
You reached down, your fingers sliding into his thick, blonde hair, tugging just enough to make him look up at you. His eyes were glassy, completely hooded with a submissive reverence that belonged only to you. He was entirely at your disposal, begging for a touch, begging to be ruined by you.
"Lift me up," you commanded softly.
Leon didn't hesitate. With a low growl of exertion, he stood, his powerful arms hooking beneath your thighs as he lifted you effortlessly. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your hands sliding from his hair down to the collar of his shirt, ripping at the buttons to get closer to his skin. He carried you blindly toward the bedroom, his lips finally crashing against yours in a frantic, desperate kiss.
The kiss was chaotic, fueled by hours of built-up tension and the sudden, overwhelming visual of your new look. Leon whimpered into your mouth, his tongue sweeping deep, tasting you fully while his hands squeezed your thighs, holding you against him like you were the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth. He kicked the bedroom door shut behind him, stumbling back until his calves hit the edge of the mattress, tumbling backward with you safely pinned on top of him.
The moment he hit the sheets, you shifted, sitting astride his hips. The position gave him a full, unobstructed view of you from below. Leon laid back, his hands resting flat on the mattress beside his head, completely open and vulnerable as his eyes raked up your body, finally settling on the beautiful, bare lines of your face and neck.
"Look at you," Leon breathed, his eyes tracing the clean lines of your hair, the way it made your eyes pop, the sheer beauty of it. "You're a queen. A Goddess. You're entirely out of my league."
"Shut up and kiss me, Leon," you commanded softly.
He didn't need to be told twice. He leaned up, whining softly as his lips met yours. The kiss wasn't dominant; it was hungry, desperate, and deeply worshipful. Leon parted his lips easily, letting you set the pace, letting your tongue explore his mouth as his hands slid up your thighs to grip your hips, holding you close but never pushing. He was a passenger to your desires, completely content to let you drive him crazy.
As the kiss deepened, you shifted your weight, grinding down against the hard length trapped in his underwear. Leon gasped into your mouth, his hips jerking up instinctively before he caught himself, whimpering at the loss of control.
"Ah... god, please," he wheezed out when you pulled back, his face flushed, lips swollen. "Please, I'm so close just from looking at you. Let me please you. Let me be good for you."
"Look at you," he rasped, his hips twitching upward again, seeking the friction of your body against his already aching length. "You look like a god. Let me see it. Turn your head."
Amused and completely in control, you slowly turned your profile to him, running a hand over the short, velvety texture of your faded side. Leon’s breath hitched completely. He reached up, his large, rough hand trembling as he gently pressed his palm against the back of your head, his fingers sliding over the close-cropped natural texture. A shiver ran through him, a soft, needy whine leaving his lips at the tactile sensation.
"So soft," he whimpered, his fingers gently flexing against your scalp. "So beautiful. Please, take your clothes off. Let me see all of you."
You didn't make him wait. Reaching down, you pulled your shirt over your head, tossing it onto the floor. Leon’s eyes went dark, his chest rising and falling sharply as he took in the sight of your bare skin, the rich, smooth expanse of your shoulders and chest highlighted by the moonlight filtering through the blinds. You unbuckled your belt, shedding the rest of your clothes until you were completely bare above him.
Leon looked up at you like he was looking at a miracle, his hands moving to your waist, not to push or pull, but simply to hold on, his fingers digging into your hips as if pleading for permission.
"You're doing this to me," he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. "You do this to me every time. I'm yours. Anything you want."
"Unbutton your pants, Leon," you murmured, leaning down so your breath brushed against his ear.
He moved instantly, his fingers clumsy with desperate haste as he ripped open his belt and shoved his slacks and briefs down his legs, kicking them off his feet until he was completely bare beneath you. His erection was thick, heavy, and leaking a clear bead of need at the tip, throbbing in synchronization with his racing pulse.
You gripped his length, aligning him with your entrance. Leon’s eyes locked onto yours, his hands moving from your hips to grip the sheets on either side of his head, pinning himself down willfully, bracing his body for the sheer undoing you were about to inflict on him.
"Slow," he gasped out, his jaw tight, his neck straining. "Please... just take it all."
You lowered yourself down in one smooth, deliberate motion. The tight, wet warmth of your body enveloped him completely, stretching over his thick girth. Leon let out a loud, undone cry, his head slamming back into the pillow as his eyes rolled back. His hips buckled upwards automatically, but he forced himself to stay still, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the bedsheets, allowing you to completely dominate the pace.
"God, you're so tight... so warm," he choked out, tears of absolute pleasure pricking the corners of his eyes. "Look at me while you do it. Please."
You leaned forward, resting your hands on his chest, using his solid frame for leverage as you began to lift your hips and slide back down, establishing a heavy, rhythmic grind. Every time you sank down to the root, Leon let out a broken, pathetic sound, his entire body trembling beneath you. The view from below was destroying him, seeing your beautiful, closely cropped hair shifting with your movements, the sleek muscles of your back flexing, and the raw, unadulterated pleasure written across your features.
"Ah... yes, right there," Leon whimpered, his voice entirely devoid of his usual composure. He was begging now, his hips twitching restlessly against your will. "Can I move? Please, let me thrust, let me help you."
"No," you ride him harder, your pace quickening, the wet, slapping sounds of your skin meeting his filling the quiet room. "Stay still for me, Leon."
"Ah! Yes... yes, ma'am," he cried out, a dark flush spreading from his chest all the way up his neck to his cheeks. He clamps his jaw shut, trying to obey, his chest heaving as you ruthlessly worked yourself against him. He was completely trapped beneath your weight, entirely enslaved by the tight, pulsing grip of your body.
You leaned down further, pressing your chest against his, your lips finding the sensitive spot right beneath his jaw. As you bit down gently on his neck, Leon absolutely lost it. He let out a choked sob, his hands flying up to grip your waist, finally unable to hold back as his hips began to roll into yours with a desperate, frantic hunger. He was chasing the edge, completely unraveled by the sensory overload of your touch, your scent, and the beautiful, striking image of your new silhouette hovering over him in the dark.
"I'm cummin’... I'm going to cum," Leon gasped, his voice raw and breathless, his fingers digging bruisingly into your hips. "Let me fill you. Please, let me fill you up."
"Cum for me, Leon," you whispered, leaning down to press a hard kiss to his lips.
You tightened your inner muscles around him, grinding down with a fierce, final intensity. That was his breaking point. Leon let out a loud, guttural scream of pure ecstasy, his hips bucking off the bed as he came violently inside you, his length pulsing deeply as he poured himself into your warmth. The sheer intensity of his release triggered your own, your walls squeezing him rhythmically as a wave of intense, blinding pleasure crashed over you, your head falling onto his shoulder as you rode out the climax together.
The silence returned, but this time, it was soft, heavy with the sweet, exhausting aftermath of their release.
Leon’s breathing gradually slowed from ragged gasps into deep, steady respirations. He didn't move to shift you off him; instead, his arms wrapped securely around your back, holding you tightly against his chest as if he never wanted to let you go.
After a few quiet minutes, you gently shifted, sliding off his length and curling into the space beside him. Leon immediately moved with you, pulling the soft duvet up over both of your bare bodies, shielding you from the cool air of the room.
He pulled you close against his side, his large frame acting as a warm cocoon. His movements were incredibly gentle now, the fierce, unbridled lust replaced by a profound, tender reverence.
Leon reached up, his long fingers gently sweeping through the soft, textured crown of your pixie cut. He ran his fingers along the closely shaved sides, his thumb tracing the clean, perfect line of the fade behind your ear. A soft, contented sigh escaped his lips.
"I love it," he murmured into the quiet darkness, his voice low and incredibly sweet. He leaned forward, pressing a soft, lingering kiss directly to the bare skin of your neck, right where your hair used to be. "I love it so much. You look incredible."
You smiled in the dark, resting your hand over his chest, listening to the steady, calming beat of his heart. "You're sure its not too short?"
"Its perfect," Leon corrected softly, his fingers continuing their gentle, rhythmic stroking through your hair, a soothing motion that was rapidly lulling you to sleep. "It shows off your face. Shows off how beautiful you are. I wont be able to keep my hands off you."
He shifted slightly, pulling you even closer until you were completely tucked against him, your head resting right beneath his chin. “You ever… I dunno. Think about moving in with me?”
You let out a small snort, “seriously? You cracked me for the first time in months and you wanna move in?”
Leon looked at you with those puppy eyes. “So thats a yes..?” He squeaked out only for you to silence him with a kiss, “go to bed ya goof.” As much as he melts into the kiss… hes determined. Or just really stubborn.
“We’ll think about it. I take it as a maybe.” He murmured into the kiss before pulling away with a smug smile.
He kept one hand resting gently on the back of your head, his palm cradling the soft texture of your natural hair, a silent promise of safety, devotion, and complete surrender as the two of you drifted off into a deep, peaceful sleep.
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Im sorry Im just imaging Leon is like this after hearing you got a pixiecut AHSHDHFYYUFGEYRUIRNUSUAUS:
