me

You groaned into your hands before running them through your hair. You had an early morning lecture that you planned to go to bed early for, but now it seemed you’d be pulling an all-nighter. If you tried to sleep now, you couldn’t trust yourself to wake up from an alarm and not nap through it.

Cracking your knuckles and then finally sipping your coffee, you decided your best next course of action was to continue writing your essay. Which… would have to be placed on hold as your mug was now empty.Ugh.

Standing up, you laced your hands together and stretched your arms above your head, more joints cracking than just your knuckles this time. You sighed in relief, padding over to the kitchen to brew yourself another pot. You leaned over the counter, the coolness causing your muscles to relax further. You purposefully ignored the phone vibrating in your pocket, too immersed in your own world to care.

That quickly changed as the incessant buzzing continued. Notification after notification rolling in. Groaning in annoyance, you shoved your hand in your pocket, pulling out your phone. You were eager to see who was texting you at this time of night—or morning—and it was none other than Leon Kennedy. The boy you were tutoring.

He was an interesting character to say the least. He didn’t seem to care much about his grades, being more focused on partying and doing the things college is actually meant for. But he still paid, showed up for sessions on time, and actually followed the advice you gave, so you didn’t mind at all. He was also hot. Extremely. So you supposed that helped.

Unlocking your phone, you opened your text chain with him.

> hey > hey > helloo > hiiii > asihjw > cjkspw

> Omg what do you want

> why are you up rn lol

> Just tell me why you’re texting me

> i need help with history > idk how to do this assignment > its making my head hurt

> I’ll help you out later

> dont put off until tmr what you can do today

You rolled your eyes, a smile on your face as you turned back to your coffee machine. Pouring the coffee that had finished brewing into your mug, you added some creamer. Though, you were too lazy to grab a spoon to stir it, so you ended up swirling it around. You checked your phone again as it continued to vibrate.

> why’d you go offline :(

> I’m making coffee

> come over

> ???? > No??

> WHAT sorry i meant so you can like help me > i work better in person you know this > pleaseee

You mulled over his request in your head, smelling your coffee and rubbing the remaining sleepiness out of your eyes. You trusted Leon. You’d been over to his place multiple times, he’d been over yours just as much, and he obviously wasn’t going to shut up until he got his way. You rationalised the decision internally. You were certain you needed a break from that essay; otherwise your brain would surely melt and seep out of your ears. Then you’d definitely fail. But, at the same time, you also really didn’t want to leave your apartment.

> If you come to mine then yeah > Sure

> wait actually

> Yes that’s why I’m suggesting it > I’ll be in my room just let yourself in

> thank you so much holy shit > ill be there in like 10mins

Shutting your phone off, you retreated back to your bedroom. Softly closing the door, you flopped onto your mattress, re-fluffing your backrest made of pillows. You opened your laptop back up, telling yourself you’d work on the assignment just a smidge and that you’d stop once Leon arrived.

Your fingers seemed to move extra slow now, the anticipation of seeing Leon again causing your mind to blank out. You hated admitting that you did in fact have a crush on him. It was a stupid, meaningless one that you hoped would disappear the second you stopped tutoring him. You knew it was unlikely. You’d probably end up just wanting him from afar, but a girl can dream.

Leon was right. It was only around ten minutes later when you heard the muffled sound of your front door being opened, a slight pause—that must’ve been him taking his shoes off—the door closing, then finally followed by footsteps.

Without even fully realising it, you sat up straighter and fixed your hair, untucking it from behind your ears. It was only once you began combing your fingers through your hair, attempting to give it some more volume when you noticed. You quickly undid all your actions, not wanting to feed into your feelings.

Three soft knocks were heard at your bedroom door. He waited a few seconds before entering.

“Like what you’ve done with the place.”

You tittered, tucking your knees under your chin. “It’s the exact same as last time you saw it. But thanks anyway.”

Leon hummed quietly, sitting on your bed next to you and placing his bag on the floor. He took out a few textbooks as well as his computer. “Thanks for doing this, by the way. I didn’t wake you up, did I?”

You quickly shook your head. “No, I was already awake, don’t worry. What history thing do you need help with?”

“It’s on the Cold War. I just… like, I know how I want to structure my essay. I just don’t know how to put it into words, y’know?” Leon raised his arms above his head, unintentionally flexing his biceps, the fabric on his sleeves going tight. His shirt rode up too, barely exposing his stomach and happy trail, only being cut off by his sweatpants. You nodded along absentmindedly, resisting the urge to reach over and fully lift up his shirt.

“Just… try explaining it. The best that you can.”

He groaned, sending your mind into a fit of incredibly lewd imagination. Images of him over top of you flashed before you, his thick arms caging you in on either side. You’d bury your face into them, inhaling his natural scent. You shook your head, trying to get rid of the thoughts.

“No? You don’t think that’s a good idea?” Leon asked. He bit his lip, clearly concerned at his belief of your disapproval.

“Huh?” You gulped, eyes widening at the realisation you’d been completely tuning him out the entire time. “No– It’s great! Your idea’s great I love it.”

“You... think I should write my essay on how Stalin’s the best leader the world has ever had?” He asked, a small smile across his face.

You froze up at that, clearing your throat and scratching the back of your neck, moving your legs to a criss-cross position. “Well– maybe not that…”

“I’m just fucking with you,” he chuckled, fully reclining on your bed, resting on his side, “you obviously weren’t listening.”

You shoved his shoulder, pushing him so he was lying on his back. “Screw you. I need to use the bathroom.” Hurrying to stand up, you rushed out of the room, trying not to make it apparent how badly you wanted to leave. Turning the tap on to splash cold water on your face, you stared at your face in the mirror above the sink. You squinted, leaning closer towards it, trying to see any flaw you could quickly fix. Most of the stuff you found would need botox.

You leaned against the tile wall, trying to make it seem like you were actually using the bathroom instead of just… standing. You traced your finger along the grout lines, silently noting which spots were in more need of a cleaning.

Re-entering the room, you put on the face of a woman who wasn’t horribly turned on by the man lazing in her bed. A man that was all but curled up in her sheets, scribbling away in a notebook with numerous messy arrows reordering words.

“What are you doing?” You asked gently, taking the spot to his right.

“Don’t wanna look at a screen anymore.” He laughed half-heartedly, his head dropping down to the page. His blond hair spilled onto the paper, forming a halo-like shape. You wanted nothing more than to rake your fingers through, feeling each strand against your skin and the softness of it all. So you did. Slowly placing your hand atop his head, you gently comb your fingers through it. It felt like silk. You scratched his head, Leon tilting his head further toward your hand. “I think my retinas are burning.” He looked up at you, his blue eyes piercing yours.

“Yeah, think mine are too. I’ve been working on an English essay all night.” You retorted, delicately pulling on his hair. He grabbed your wrist, faintly biting into it. Pulling your hand away, you playfully swatted his nose. “Hey!”

Leon chuckled, “I’ve been trying to work on this history essay all night. Sooo you wanna take a break?” He sat up, closing his books and sliding them back in his bag.

“I haven’t even started to help you yet!” You giggled, diving for his backpack. He caught you before you could make it, grabbing your hips and placing you in between his legs, back towards him.

His hands were warm as they slowly travelled down from your hip, reaching your plush thighs and staying there. Leon kneaded them softly, applying only minimal pressure. “Just a short one, yeah?"

You nodded wordlessly, your mind going blank as he continued to touch you.

“This okay?” Leon questioned, leading to you only nodding again. “Hmm?” Leon mused, inching closer to you. He pressed his firm, warm chest into your back. Leaning down, he rested the side of his face on your shoulder. Sheets bunched up around your legs as you shifted nervously. He held them down with his hands. “I can’t hear you.” He drawled out.

“You’re such a dick…” You muttered, smiling as you tried to scoot away from Leon, only to be met with one strong arm planting itself across your waist, securing you in place.

“Still can’t hear you. Why’d you get so quiet all of a sudden?” Leon asked, lifting his head from your shoulder. He sat up straighter, holding your jaw with his hand and gently pushing it upwards, making you look up at him.

‘It’s because you’re hot. It’s because you’re funny. It’s because I want you to pin me down and fuck me till the only thing I can think about is you.’ were all answers that crossed your mind. So, you said the only one that you could muster up enough courage to say.

“I don’t know.”

His hand trailed down to your neck, wrapping around it and lightly squeezing. “Really? Well, I definitely know. Think you do too.”

“How… how long is the break?” You asked timidly, bringing your hand up to his around your throat. Leon let go of it, interlocking his hand with yours instead.

“How long do you want it to be?”

“…Ten minutes?”

He laughed at that, bringing the wrist he bit to his mouth, peppering kisses all over it. “Sure, if you think that’s enough time.”

“We both have a lot of work to do…” you said, your voice low and hushed, “we shouldn’t spend too long doing other stuff.”

“What ‘other stuff’ are we gonna be doing?”

“Well,” you rummaged through your brain for the most PG thing you could come up with, “my back’s a little sore.”

“Yeah? You want me to help with that?” Leon spoke, dropping your wrist to bring his hands up to your shoulders, massaging them smoothly. You leaned into his touch, relishing in the swift, controlled manner he worked in. You moaned slightly as he touched a particularly tense area, practically melting into his arms.

“How good does that feel?” His voice was amused as his hands fluttered across your back.

You couldn’t form words, not when every one you were thinking of sounded a lot like ‘rail’ and ‘me’. You only whimpered in response, trying to urge him to continue without directly saying it.

“Use your words. If you don’t, I’ll stop.”

You refused to listen to his request. You knew if you did, you’d sound so outrageously horny he’d only make fun of you. The only next logical course of action in your mind was to instead turn around and face him. Using your free hand to grip onto his shirt, you pulled him closer.

Your lips collided with his, slow and cautious at first, though it didn’t take long for him to try and deepen the kiss. Using one hand, he gripped your waist and lifted you onto his lap, his other still holding onto yours, now rubbing small circles onto the back of your palm.

Your hand trailed down underneath his shirt, feeling his chest. It was warm. So warm. You quickly tried to pull it off, breaking the kiss to shove it over his head. Leon helped you, tossing his shirt somewhere in your room, then immediately returning back to your lips. You giggled at his urgency, the sound muffled by his mouth.

He subtly pinched your sides, drawing a gasp out of you. He took the opportunity to push his tongue past your teeth, his fingers drifting down as yours went up to grip tightly at his biceps. Leon slid his hand underneath your sleep shorts, flippantly rubbing your clit over your panties.

Whimpering into his mouth, your hand strayed upward, pulling at the hair growing from the base of his neck. In response, Leon grunted into your mouth before pulling off for air. Shoving your shorts off hastily, you kicked them off your ankles, moving to do the same with your underwear.

Leon stopped you, grabbing your hand and pulling it off your waistband. “Keep them on.” His voice was gruff. Looking down, you could see the outline of his bulge through his sweatpants.

He bent you over his lap, manhandling you into position. His hand came down to tease your entrance over the fabric, barely pushing his thumb in before pulling out. He repeated the action, doing it over and over again until a large wet spot collected on your panties. You buried your face into the sheet below you, hugging the blanket nearby.

“You gonna talk soon?” He voiced, his rough palm reaching onto the small of your back, pushing down and causing you to arch it. He kept his hand there as his other rubbed the pads of his fingers over your clothed pussy. “C’mon…” Leon whined, you could hear his grin. “I wanna hear you. Want to know I’m making you feel good.”

You whimpered pathetically into the mattress, wiggling your hips in the air, hoping he’d get the hint to just fucking touch you.

His hand came down on your ass, harshly slapping it. He waited a few seconds to hear you say real words instead of just muffled moaning. But when that didn’t happen, he spanked you again, right over your clit.

“Ah! Fuck– Leon…” You moaned, his hand on your back keeping you in place as you kicked your legs.

“Finally. Holy shit.” He laughed, giving your ass a few more taps.

“Leonn… it hurts.” You mewled, unable to stop yourself smiling afterwards.

“Turns you on though. That much is obvious.” His ring and middle fingers collected some of your wetness running down the inside of your thighs. He removed his hand from your back, using it to grip onto the base of your hair, pulling it so you could meet his eyes. “Suck it, sweetheart.” Leon placed his fingers on your bottom lip.

You nodded dumbly, quickly inviting them into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around his fingers, hollowing out your cheeks. Your eyes locked with his as you bobbed your head up and down, moaning gently against his warm digits.

He let go of your hair, not before giving it one last tug, and focused his attention back on your pussy. Leon pushed your panties to the side, tugging on them a little too hard, causing it to rip.

“Sorry,” he pulled his fingers out of your mouth, using your spit as lube, not that you really needed any, “they were in the way.”

“You’re the one who wanted them on...” You huffed, your brows furrowing together as he slowly slid in his middle finger, beginning to pump it in and out of your pussy.

“I’ll buy you another pair.” Leon said, biting his lip as he looked down at you. His finger was long and thick, able to reach spots you normally couldn’t. He brushed against the soft, spongy part inside of you repeatedly, causing your mouth to fall open.

Your walls clenched around him as he added a second finger, sucking it in eagerly. Your sobs got louder and louder the longer he continued. You backed your hips against his hand, fucking yourself on his fingers. It was embarrassing how quickly you could feel your climax approaching. In your defence, you hadn’t been laid in a good while, and Leon was great with his hands.

With one arm, you reached back and felt his bulge, rubbing it breathlessly. You needed to feel that part of him. You needed his cock in your mouth, between your tits, thrusting into your pussy. You could feel how thick it was, even between the layers of clothing.

Leon grunted loudly, his hips bucking up slightly. You wanted to make him come, ideally, inside you. Even more ideally, he fucks it back into you. He repeatedly hit the same spot inside you, making your vision go watery with tears.

Just as you were about to reach the edge, Leon pulled out his fingers, bringing them up to his mouth and sucking off your pre come. He got out from under you, moving to sit on your left instead.

“Huh…?” You gasped, sitting up to look at him. “Why’d you stop? I was literally about to– what?” Leon wiped the excess off on his sweatpants, running a hand through your hair. “Ten minutes is up. Break’s over.” He smiled knowingly.

“It’s been way longer than ten minutes! Leon!” You whined, gripping onto his arm and tugging, though it wouldn’t budge. You reached for the curtain behind the bed, peaking behind it to look out the window. “The sun is literally rising, what the fuck are you talking about?”

“I timed it mentally.” He said shrugging, grabbing both your hands as you tried to push him off the bed. “Why would I lie about this?” He laughed, taking both of your wrists with one hand and holding them in place.

“To piss me off.” You back talked.

“Yeah, probably.”

And this is how you found yourself on the living room, sat on Leon’s lap with your back pressed against his chest, your knees folded to your chest while Leon’s hand was supporting you from under your knee and his fingers were on your bare pussy. He wasn’t doing too much with it, he really seemed to be in a trance, he was using his two middle fingers to just tap at your clit and occasionally slap your pussy. You were whimpering and trying to do anything to get him to give you more. This wasn’t enough to get you to finish and you were desperate after he got you close twice but denied you your release.

“God, look at how pretty and puffy she is for me” Leon said moving a little so he could look at your core as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“Basically begging for my attention with how she’s crying for it” He continued and instead of tapping your clit he rubbed slow and torturous circles over it before moving his middle finger to your entrance and he rubbed circles over it too, a few times it felt like he was finally going to push and finally give you a well deserved orgasm but he instead moved them back to your clit making you whine again.

“Do you think she’s ready for my cock baby?” Leon asked and you nodded, looking down at his fingers again when he circled your clit again. You nodded frantically and Leon nodded along with you and hummed on your neck as he reached to place a soft bite on it.

He moved both of you until you were lying bellow him, legs still close to your chest as he ran his finger though your folds while he was pushing his own pants off. He eventually freed himself from the confinement of his boxers and rested his cock on your pussy, allowing his tip to hit your clit, the action sent a jolt on your spine and you had to try and stop your back from arching into him. Leon moved around until he was comfortably between your legs and then took his cock in his hand and pumped it once or twice before tapping it directly on your clit a few times, you shook again but this time you groaned and grabbed his hand as you propped yourself up using your other hand.

“Leon, I swear to god if you don’t fuck me right now, I will push you down on this couch and use you like a dildo” You threatened and Leon laughed as he leaned down and kissed you, pushing you back down. You heard the sound of a package opening and broke the kiss just enough to watch Leon roll a condom over his length.

“First of all, don’t threaten me with a good time” Leon said and actually sounded breathless this time, like holding himself back was taking all of his strength.

“Secondly, be patient, I don’t want to hurt you” He said and kissed you once more before leaning back and pushing his hips close enough that his length was resting on your lower abdomen, you noticed his cock twitch.

He sighed and leaned down again to kiss you and rub your clit as he began to line himself up with your cunt that was gushing and begging for it. He began pushing the tip in and it made you groan and push your own hips away. Leon paused for a moment before readjusting his grip on your hips and began trying to push his tip in once more.

He managed to get it in just barely before you began whining and he looked down and groaned, he reached and rubbed some soothing circles on your clit. The sight of your cunt stretched so far from just his tip drove Leon wild, he really just wanted to give one push and bottom out and fuck you deep and hard into next week but he had to go slow this time. You experimentally pushed your hips closer to his trying to take more of his length but hissed when you felt the stretch and stopped.

“I know baby” Leon cooed and leaned down to place a kiss to your cheek. He pushed a little more causing your hands to fly up to his back.

“We’re almost there, you’re so good to me” Leon continued, it was a lie you weren’t even a third way there but he just wanted to encourage you. He pushed a little more with each minute that passed and every now and then pulled back and trust again to get you used to the movement.

On the last thrust back Leon got a little carried away making you moan out a little louder as your muscles tensed up. He forced himself to sit still inside you and took a few deep breaths. Your muscles still weren’t letting up even after a few seconds prompting Leon to begin rubbing soothing circles on your thighs.

“I’m sorry, I know it hurts, but we’re so close, I’ll bottom out soon and then I can properly fuck my pretty baby” He said and you whined at the nickname and he didn’t miss how it made you wetter.

“Do it in one go” You whispered making Leon look at you and then down, maybe he shouldn’t have lied, there was still more than half of his length that you hadn’t taken yet.

“I don’t think that’s a smart idea” Leon tried but his argument was weak and when you whined and pouted at him all of his resolve faded immediately.

He told you to get ready and leaned down to kiss you so he could swallow up any loud moans that were about to come out. He took a deep breath as he held your hip down and then gave one push and found himself balls deep inside your now impossibly full cunt. You weren’t expecting there to be that much left and your fingers dug into his back and your eyes rolled to the back of your head before you shut them tightly. Leon soon broke the kiss when you weren’t making too much noise and kissed along your neck as he gave you time to adjust.

“So good for me, took me so well” He finally said when you began trying to move your hips on your own, this time Leon held you still as he pushed himself off of you and again looked at where your bodies met. He felt his own cock react to the sight.

You felt his member twitch inside you and you whined, you really were trying to move your hips to give Leon and yourself any kind of friction, Leon was breathing heavily with his fingers pushing into the skin of your hips like he was trying to hold himself back. The stretch practically burned and your cunt was still fluttering and trying to adjust to the length but it really felt the exact same. Leon softly placed his thumb on your clit and moved it slowly, on instinct you placed your hands around his own, it all felt too much and you had to make sure to breathe and try and keep your muscles from tensing up.

Very soon Leon let out a small moan when your walls around him tightened involuntarily and it kicked him into action, he finally tore his eyes away from the sight of your pussy and looked at your face as he leaned forward again but was slowly pushing his hips back. You drew in a breath and prepared yourself for more movement and you were correct Leon pushed his cock back inside with a small and slow thrust. Leon was resting his head on the crook of your neck and you felt his breath on your skin as well as his hair that was falling in front of his face.

He kept up his short and slow thrusts and each time he pushed a little further out and then back in, he kept muttering praise and kept rubbing your clit. Each time it really felt like the stretched stopped feeling so impossible and you were slowly getting used to it. Leon was trying his damn best to go slow but you both knew he was fighting a losing battle, his cock was twitching and he was shaking each time he slowly pushed his dick inside you again.

“Leon, fuck me properly” You had enough of his teasing and his slowness and you were about half certain he really wouldn’t hurt you. When he didn’t immediately respond you took one of your hands and tangled it in his hair, lifting his head up gently. For the first time you noticed his blue eyes truly clouded over with lust and he looked at you like you were his next meal.

“This is properly baby” He countered, even he didn’t sound like he believed it. You groaned and tightened your walls around him making a moan leave his lips and he hid his face again on your neck and took a few breaths.

“You’ll never fuck the attitude out of me with this pace” You muttered and Leon went completely still, it was almost eerie when you finally realized how much he was shaking before that. He moved a little so he could look into your eyes, the movement alone felt like it pushed his tip even further inside you.

Leon gave you one kiss and you felt his take his cock out all the way, leaving just the tip in before he slammed it all the way back it. You broke the kiss just enough to let out the loudest moan you’ve ever produced while your fingernails pressed into Leon’s back again, your briefly registered that you were probably scratching him but you couldn’t care less. Leon tried deepening the kiss to quiet you down but it didn’t really work.

“You’re a very bad girl” Leon mumbled against your lips and adjusted again, pushing your legs even closer to your chest. You were practically folded in half by that point. You had half a thought to question his declaration but it disappeared the moment Leon began pulling his cock out again.

He slammed into you again and this time it was hard enough that your mouth simply hung open and your eyes rolled back. He repeated the same thing again and this time the moan wasn’t caught in your throat only Leon didn’t even try to keep you quiet, he just grunted and moaned as he leaned in close, his hair brushing against your face.

“Being all loud and I’m not even properly fucking you yet” He teased and pushed himself off of you, giving you a full view of is torso and his tattoo, he adjusted his grip on your hips again and rolled his hips into yours a few times, you whimpered shook and mewled every time.

“If you keep being loud we’ll get caught you know” He kept up his teasing as he began moving his hips back and forth in a slow and rhythmic pace that was slowly picking up, you reached a shaking hand in between your bodies to play with your clit as you really tried to keep quiet.

“And not just by your daddy, the whole neighborhood is going to know what we’re doing” Leon kept going, not missing how his comments seemed to be turning you on even more, he let go of one of your hips, leaving you to flex the muscle to support it on your own as his thumb reached your lips and hooked it to your bottom teeth pulling your jaw down just far enough that it allowed him to slip his finger in for you to suck, well he mostly pushed down on your tongue on his own, your mouth was too busy hanging half open with barely concealed moans.

“Fuck, unless you want that” He continued and finally angled his hips in a way that hit a perfect spot inside you, it made your back arch off the couch. Leon was getting breathless by the effort he was putting in not to finish immediately at the sight of you arching your back.

“Is that what you want hm? For the whole neighborhood to know how good my cock is making you feel? That it’s all yours and no one else gets to have it?” Leon kept talking as he was speeding up his thrusts, the whole room filled with the lewd sounds of skin slapping and your moans mixed together, he was hitting the exact same spot over and over and you found a pace that matched his for your fingers and nodded along at his words and mumbled mine back at him.

Leon kept up his thrusting and encouraged you to moan out his name, you experimentally said it once and the way it rolled off your tongue so easily and how Leon moaned at the sound of it only pushed to keep doing it. It didn’t take long for your own orgasm to start building up and you tried to warn Leon but the words would come out, you could barely even get his name out properly and Leon felt you tighten around him. He nodded and felt his own orgasm approaching, his thrusts getting sloppier for a second before he willed himself to wait and let you finish first.

Leon kept encouraging you to show everyone how good it felt and when he called you baby one last time you finally let go and arched your back impossibly high while short and incomplete moans left your mouth, you could only mumble please in between your moans Leon nodded and kept going, he didn’t trust himself enough to speak and instead opted to keep his moans low and as quiet as he could.

It felt like your own orgasm was still going and just when you thought it was over Leon finally allowed himself to let go, he slumped forward and caught himself before completely smothering you and his thrusts were quick short and deep and his breath was ragged and more moans were escaping from his lips. His hips were pushing further into you like he was trying to reach even deeper than humanly possible and he was resting his forehead against yours.

He softly pulled out a few seconds later, pulling another whimper from you from the loss of contact and from the loss of the stretch. You watched as Leon was still trying to catch his breath but he slowly removed the full condom and tied a little knot at the end. You looked at the condom thinking his cum was supposed to be inside you. You were thinking you were doing a good job in hiding your thoughts but apparently you had a very visible pout on your face. Leon reached over and rubbed his thumb on your cheek softly.

“I’m just putting this away, I’m not letting you off that easily” Leon said and kissed your temple before he got up and found a small dust bin he had nearby and tossed the condom in there.

“Just how prepared were you?” You laughed softly as Leon climbed back on the couch and pulled you into his lap

“I’m always prepared” Leon answered and he didn’t even pretend to hide that his eyes roamed down to your lips and then your neck. He reached and ran a singular finger up and down your throat.

“What are going to do about your moaning baby?”Leon asked softly, he moved his finger away and instead ran his thumb across your bottom lip. You opened your mouth and took his finger in and began sucking it.

“I thought you liked it when I moaned your name” You answered and Leon hummed with a smile.

“I do, I just don’t think that getting caught is a good idea” He said and took his thumb out of your mouth and instead held your waist. You leaned down and placed a kiss right on his jaw, he leaned his head back and let you have your fun.

“If it were up to me you’d be moaning as loud as you wanted to” He said and you kept kissing him as he sighed.

“Invite me over to your house then” You said against his skin and he moved his hands to your ass and squeezed it.

“Oh I will, but for now, try to keep quiet for me” Leon said and pressed you further into his crotch, he was slowly getting harder and you felt the same need to have Leon all to yourself.

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

You had lost count of all the orgasms Leon had given you and you were getting to the point where all you could think of was him and his cock inside you. You were both coming down from another round and you had tears in your eyes from the overstimulation he had just made you go through. Leon pulled out and once again tied a knot and lifted you up, this time handing you a glass of water he must have magically produced. You shook your head and instead sat on his thigh and placed your hands on his upper thigh to steady yourself before Leon stopped you softly.

“Leon” Your own voice was barely above a whisper, tired after all the moaning but it didn’t hide the need in your voice. You creeped your hand towards his crotch before he stopped you again, an apologetic look in his eyes.

“I’d love to, but I’m out of condoms sweetheart” He said and you whined.

“I don’t care, go raw” You repeated and ground your naked crotch on his thigh again

“Oh jesus” Leon said and ran a hand through his hair you didn’t miss the fact that his cock reacted to your words. He had his eyes closed as if looking at you was going to weaken his resolve. You tested Leon’s patience once more and leaned in close while grinding down again and softly moaned.

“We’ll be safe, you can pull out right before you finish” You whispered against Leon’s lips and he sighed as he moved his hands to your hips and helped your grinding.

“We both know you won’t let me do that” Leon said softly, he was right, but you hoped he’d fall for it anyway. He softly squeezed your hips as he turned his gaze downwards at his thigh that was slowly getting covered in your wetness.

“You can have this, but you’re not getting more” Leon finally relented and tried to compromise, you thought about it for a second, your sleepiness and previous orgasms getting to you. You nodded slowly and moved your hips again as Leon nodded again and praised you.

Your movements felt tired and slow and Leon was doing nothing to speed you up no matter how much you pawed at his hands and kissed his neck. He was still looking down and was scrunching his nose, deeply concentrated. You took one of Leon’s hands and placed it on your chest which earned you a small moan from the man under you as he felt how hard your nipples were. Leon soon placed his hand back to your hip and just as you were about to pout he replaced his hand on your tit with his mouth and he began sucking and looking up at you, your hands went to his hair and the sight alone made your back arch into him and your hips speed up.

You were soon met with a realization, you were too wet and Leon’s thigh, although hot and good, simply wasn’t enough. You looked down at your crotch grinding on his thigh and whined. Leon hummed around your nipple and sped you up and pressed his leg further up into you, you moaned but needed more. You felt a slow and torturous buildup inside you but it was just out of reach and the more you tried to reach the further away it seemed. You let out a pained whine and leaned down to lean on Leon, taking your breast out of his mouth.

You softly whispered Leon’s name into his skin and a small shiver ran up to him each time you did, you wanted to respect his decision, you really did but trying once again wasn’t going to kill you.

You called out his name again, a little louder this time and brought your hips to a halt.

“I thought I told you what you’re getting baby” Leon mumbled and softly squeezed your hips, you hid your face into him and whined.

“I need it” You mumbled and hid your face further into him while he let out a small chuckle.

“So I really did fuck the attitude out of you huh” Leon said and you could hear him smile from the way he spoke. He pulled you away from his body and took a good look at your face.

“Oh, my baby’s all fucked out and still thinks she can take it” He mumbled and pressed a soft kiss into your nose.

“I can Leon, I won’t break. I need you to give it to me” You protested, probably louder than you should have and Leon smiled.

“I admire your confidence” He said and you felt warm at the praise.

“Then let me try it, I promise I’ll let you pull out” You tried again and reached down to stroke Leon’s length, you were surprised to find him half hard.

“You’re not worried about me molding your pussy to the shape of my cock?” Leon taunted ans brought a hand to your chin to kiss you. You knew that logically that’s not possible but his tone made it sound so real and natural and for a second that’s exactly what you wanted, you shook your head no.

“Are you sure? no one else is going to be able to satisfy you” He continued and lifted your hips so that you were rested just right above his tip, you took the chance to rub his tip on your dripping wet cunt, Leon let out an almost vulgar moan at the contact.

“It’ll only be me who will be able to get you off” Leon said and was supposed to sound like a teasing warning but he sounded breathless as he had grown fully hard.

You decided he had teased you enough and you slowly sank down into his length, you moaned out at the stretch again and this time also the direct contact. It felt a lot different that when Leon used a condom and you found yourself wishing he hadn’t used one in the beginning. You reached all the way down in somewhat ease and a string of curses fell from Leon’s mouth the second you did. His hands stayed on your hips and slowly he began bouncing you on his cock.

You tried to match his rhythm but you felt too overwhelmed, everything felt too much and the orgasm that was out of reach just before seemed to be getting closer and closer now. You wanted to reach between your own bodies and when you did you found that your clit was so sensitive from being played with you could barely touch it you sobbed at the sensitivity and slumped forward, Leon moved one of his hands from your hip to your waist and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

“Too much” You whined and Leon trusted up to you a little faster making you let out more moans.

“I thought you needed it” Leon said and kept increasing his pace, you moaned more as he hit the spot inside you again and again.

“Besides you say too much, but she’s gripping me like a vice and crying for it” Leon grunted and you shivered at the words.

“Fuck, I won’t last long baby, please tell me you’re close” Leon said and you nodded, already feeling your orgasm drawing near but having no words left to warn Leon.

Leon kept praising you as he fucked up into you and watched his cock slide in and out of you covered in a mix of his precum and your own wetness. Your own moans became slightly higher in pitch when you were getting closer, you were tightening around Leon even more and he resorted to begging you to finish. When you finally let go your mouth simply hung open as you saw literal flashes of light across your eyes that you could only describe as stars from how hard you were cumming around Leon’s cock. Your grip on his had gotten so impossibly tight and your legs were firmly set on either side. Leon couldn’t hold back any longer and the sight alone allowed Leon to finally release his own cum inside you. Feeling Leon’s cum inside you nearly made you cum again instantly and you continued trying to get more of it until Leon pushed you all the way down to stop you.

Leon looked like he had just a marathon, he had actual sweat on his skin and it was making his hair stick to his sides a little, you brushed them away although you were sure you weren’t in a much better state, he had his eyes closed and for a few seconds you were worried he fell asleep.

He slowly opened his eyes back up and placed a hand on your waist and helped you up before he reached for a tower and wiped you down.

“Did you plan for this?” You asked in a somewhat surprised tone and Leon shook his head.

“No, I just know you” He said and helped you stand on your feet as he got up too and used the same towel to hastily clean himself up too.

“So I planned ahead” Leon answered and gave you a smirk and you covered your face in shyness, he really did pay attention to all your requests that you sent him.

“Next time, I’ll be more unpredictable” you finally said and let out a small giggle and Leon followed.

“Next time, we’ll be at my place” Leon added and kissed your forehead, it was a very soft gesture, you felt warm.

“Now please drink the glass of water I gave you earlier and go get some sleep, I’ll clean up” Leon added and you nodded, you really had no more attitude left in you so you took the water finished it in one go and gave Leon a quick kiss on his cheek before going upstairs to lie in your bed.

You could only look forward to your next encounter with Leon.

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“Honey, can you come here?” Your dad’s voice interrupted your thoughts and you sighed and walked outside when you were told to go into the shed and find more coal and also a small foldable wooden table.

You nodded before quickly texting the account on twitter with a new idea you came up with and walked away. You could have sworn you heard Leon’s phone buzz as you left but paid no mind to it.

Finding the table was easy enough what was very hard was grabbing the coal that sat on the top shelf without a ladder. You tried everything to reach it, you stretched as much as you could and then even tried stacking multiple object together to use as stepping stools, nothing worked and you almost fell once or twice. You sighed and angrily stared at the object on the top shelf as if you were trying to pressure it to come down on it’s own and maybe apologize on the way down.

You rolled your eyes and walked away, swung the door open and took a step before you bumped into Leon who thankfully grabbed you by your biceps before you fully lost your balance. He lightly held on to you until he was sure you wouldn’t fall again.

“Easy there, don’t want an accident happening at a party” He laughed a little and nodded towards you, a silent question to ask if you were okay, you nodded back a little too quickly. He kept his eyes on you as if he’s checking to see if you’re really alright, the only thing it really did though was give you goosebumps.

“Actually, Leon, you can help me, I can’t really reach the coal” You admitted and Leon seemed to snap out of whatever thoughts he was having and he gave you a cheesy one liner before he walked inside the shed with you.

“Well, you’re nothing if not resourceful” Leon remarked at all the cluttered items that were clearly put together as a makeshift ladder. It sounded like he meant it as praise which made you feel a little fuzzy. You quickly checked your phone and noticed the request you sent had been read and felt a rush of excitement for the upcoming post.

“Well I tried staring it down until it came down themselves and you wouldn’t believe it, but it didn’t work” You answered with a small laugh and earned yourself a chuckle from him. As he moved away some boxes so he could have better accesses to the shelves.

“Well this coal is being very bad if it doesn’t listen to a pretty girl like you” He said as he reached up to reach them himself, making his shirt ride up and that’s when you noticed it and let out a small gasp.

That was the same tattoo the guy from twitter had, it was the exact same down to every single detail, you would know, you’ve spent the longest time studying it. Leon immediately stopped what he was doing and was paying attention to you, he had a questioning look in his face and you moved your lips but no sound came out. You were unsure if he did it on purpose of or it was purely an accident but now you were wondering if he knew he was taking requests from his best friend’s fucking daughter. You felt a blush creep up your cheeks.

“Everything okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost sweetheart” Leon said softly, he actually sounded concerned and stopped trying to reach for the bag and turned his body towards you, your eyes were glued to his now covered abdomen and you were sure it looked like you were staring at his crotch but you couldn’t even dare look up at his face, not when your brain was busy thinking back to all the requests and fantasies you sent him that were all about him, if he pieced the clues together he could figure it out so easily and then you’d be screwed.

Leon, upon not receiving an answer took a step closer to you and placed a hand on your shoulder, giving you what was supposed to be a reassuring squeeze, you only thought of him squeezing your shoulder like that while he’s bent you over somewhere, you shook your head and forced yourself to look up at him with a small and sweet smile

“I just thought I saw a spider that’s all” You finally spoke and it was the worst excuse you could come up with, Leon frowned but pretended to buy into it and looked around to confirm for any spiders, his hand never leaving your shoulder as he turned his head left and right before moving away and continuing his reaching for the bag of coal, revealing his tattoo to you once more. You thought you could faint upon seeing it again.

“There we go, now we should have no more bad and mean coal” He said as he gave the bag to you and his fingers brushed your bicep and you felt your blush deepen.

“I think we should teach them a lesson” You said almost too awkwardly but you were testing the waters, and Leon took the bait when you noticed him smile faintly.

“Oh yeah? What do you suggest?” Leon asked, his voice dropping a little, he knew what it meant and now you were unsure of what to do with this new information. On the other hand he could simply be playing along for the fun of it and it could mean nothing, besides his tone still sounded playful enough.

“I don’t know, why don’t you tell me what happens to bad bags of coal” You answered and Leon took a step closer, he was close but he was also far enough so that if you got caught it wouldn’t look too suspicious. He simply stared at your for a moment and scanned your features as if he was trying to remember them for later.

“Wouldn’t you like to know” He finally answered a way that was clearly teasing and his voice along sent shivers down your spine and as if he knew exactly what to do with you and how to push your buttons.   

And he did know. You had spent a significant amount of time explaining what turned you on in great detail and he always found a way to find more things with his lewd posts. He probably knew you better than any of your previous boyfriends.

“Now go be a good girl and take these to your dad for me, yeah?” Leon finally said and he didn’t miss how your thighs clenched together at the praise. You nodded not trusting your voice enough and turned to outside after swallowing down your words. You were burning up with a need for him to know that you know and your curiosity was slowly getting the better of you, what if he already knew and was simply indulging your wishes? You had to make sure to avoid him for the rest of the day.

You placed the bag of coal down and went back inside a little too quickly and began working on making two different kinds of sangrias, everyone usually loved your recipe and it had become a staple at every barbeque. You were quietly working away, trying to distract yourself when you felt someone’s chest right behind you and even leaning towards you to let you feel it better, it had to be Leon, you mentally cursed at him and his workout routine.

“Need any help, sweetheart?” Leon asked and it sounded friendly enough, he usually reserved sweetheart for when you two were alone, you took in a shaky breath and turned around. Leon was closer than you expected which forced you to look up to him. You nodded again and pointed to a small pile of strawberries. He nodded and got to work.

“So, how are you with social media?” You asked trying to make the question sound innocent and you saw him shrug as his hair fell forward, covering his face. You wished you could avoid the subject but Leon was working through the strawberries quite fast and you spoke without thinking, feeling like your time to ask was running out.

“Not particularly great, why?” He asked frowning and not looking at up you, it was a full lie, you both knew that.

“I know about your twitter account” You said before you could stop yourself while turning your body towards him, he stopped turned to look at you with his head tilted to the side, he had a faint smile again as if he had planned the whole thing and you simply walked right into his trap. You really wanted to have broached this with more tact but really that wasn’t you, if something was on your mind you immediately said it.

“I know” He answered and you felt another blush creep up on your face, you tried to look away but Leon placed a hand on your chin to prevent you from doing so. You opened and closed your mouth a few times searching for a response. You knew there was a possibility but you didn’t know that he knew.

“How?” You managed to let out and tried to make it sound like you weren’t at all affected by his grip on your chin. He eased it a little when he thought you wouldn’t try to run away.

“Well, it really wasn’t hard to look at your account and look at your pinned selfie sweetheart” He said tightening his grip a little, not letting you look away and you cursed yourself. You closed your eyes for a moment and took a deep breath.

“So you knew and didn’t block my account and not only that, you made countless posts about fucking your best friend’s daughter, pervert” You tried to shoot back and got closer to Leon, pressing your chest right up against his, he looked down at it before looking back up to your face before he smiled sweetly at you.

“You call me a pervert but you’re the one sending me those ideas baby” Leon said in a lower tone and then leaned down and brushed his lips over yours, you tried closing the gap but you were held in place. His other hand sneaked it’s way to your waist to keep you steadier and you let out a small gasp.

“So who’s the real pervert here?” He questioned and he was right, he destroyed your one line of defense with just a simple observation, you contemplated kicking his shin and running away.

“I wonder what you do with those posts I make for you” He said and went back to cutting up strawberries like he didn’t just admit to doing it on purpose, your body felt frozen in place.

“You know exactly what I do with those” You answered and went back to cutting an orange.

“I don’t”

“Yeah right”

“Admit it or no more posts for you” Leon said not even looking up from his cutting board but the threat made you gasp and turn to look at him wide eyed.

“You wouldn’t”

“Would” He replied and turned to you with a smile that made you realize he enjoyed this.

“You can’t, you like the attention” You said crossing your arms over your big t-shirt, it was mostly a bluff on your end, you were sure he’d follow through with what he said he’d do. Instead of Leon looking annoyed his gaze softened, he knew exactly what you meant and he knew you were too shy to even utter the words out loud, he really thought it was all so adorable.

“Aw, is my baby too shy to tell me she fucks herself silly to my posts?” He teased and the words went straight to your core, you clenched your thighs together and took in a shaky breath before steadying yourself to answer.

“You wish” You said even if you both knew his statement was true, you took a step closer and idly played with the hem of his shirt. Leon sighed and looked away for a brief moment, trying to compose himself.

“Keep being a brat and I’ll fuck the attitude right out of you” Leon said and it sounded like a promise, you wondered If he intended on keeping it.

“Go ahead, I dare you even” You knew you were only digging your grave deeper but you were determined to see how far Leon would take it. Leon finally closed the gap between you too and leaned down just enough so that he could bite your bottom lip and then he moved to kiss your jaw.

“You’re in over your head sweetheart” He warned and you shook your head.

“That would be you, Leon, I know exactly what I’m doing” You answered and he laughed before quickly stepping away when he heard the sliding door and your dad appeared again reminding you to get ready. You were pouting at the loss of contact with Leon who simply had gone back to cutting up more fruit like nothing had happened.

“Do as you’re told sweetheart” Leon said in a hushed tone again and you groaned and left.

Needless to say you spent the entire day teasing Leon as much as you could, you rubbed up against him at every opportunity and talked back to him over the silliest things, at one point you even pretended there was no space and chose to pass right next to him and specifically rubbed your ass against his jeans, Leon gave you a few warning looks every once in a while and each time you simply stuck your tongue out at him. As the night was slowly approaching and most of the guests were leaving you became bolder and even sat next to him for a while and crept up your hand up his thigh before leaving again. You could have sworn you heard Leon sigh after clicking his tongue as you walked away, a victorious smile plastered itself on your face. Your final move though came when there were very few people left, you went upstairs to the bathroom closed the door behind you, took out your phone and positioned yourself just enough to show your chest and snapped a picture. You messaged it to Leon on his actual number and simply told him he has 30 seconds to get to the bathroom upstairs. You left the app and immediately started a timer.

You sighed when you paused the timer at 30 seconds and even counted an extra two seconds in your head before you walked out of the bathroom and were immediately met with Leon who stopped himself in time and didn’t bump into you this time. You stuck your tongue out at him again and smiled

“Time’s up, no treat for you, sorry” you said and kept up the smile, Leon placed his hands on his hips and looked down at you.

“Go inside please” Leon said in a very sweet tone it almost made you want to listen. But you crossed your arms and shook your head.

“Make me”

“As you wish” He said and placed a hand around your waist, keeping you in place before opening the door to the bathroom again and pulling you inside as he set you on top of the counter and he locked the door behind him before he turned his attention to you and placed his hands on the counter on either side of your thighs.

“You’ve been a fucking brat and a tease” He stated and you could do nothing more than nod.

“You knew exactly what it would do to me” he continued and his other hand slid up your thigh slowly, you subconsciously spread your legs further hoping he’d come closer but he had his head bowed and was looking at his hand that was slowly sliding your dress up.

“You started it” You said with a small pout.

“Did I now?” Leon looking up at you again, you were unsure if he was expecting an answer but you thought you would defend yourself once again.

“You’re the one you kept making these posts knowing I was the one who was asking for them” You said and held your breath when Leon hand reached your upper thigh but stopped right before he could touch your clothed core. Leon hummed and gave a quick kiss to your jaw.

“I never said I didn’t enjoy your thoughts” Leon mumbled into your neck as he finally pressed his fingers against your clit making you gasp. You were unsure what to do with your hands so you wrapped one of them around his hand between your legs and the other flew to his shoulder.

“She’s so wet for me I can feel it through your panties baby” Leon said and it made you let out a soft whine while you pushed your core closer to his fingers.

“I bet you’ve been thinking about this all day” he said drawing out the all while pressing his fingers harder against your clit making you bite your lip to stifle a soft moan.

“Fuck, you’ve been a teasing brat because you wanted this exact thing to happen, you wanted me bending you over right on this counter and making you take my cock in your pretty cunt until you can’t think straight” he kept going and then hummed along your neck before biting down and pressing into your clit again, you just shivered at his words and his lips, your mind already clouded with lust.

Leon began pressing further into your clit making you let out a soft moan, and he then slid you off the counter and indeed bent you over it while sliding your panties off and helping you kick them out, he then pressed his fingers on your clit again and watched your reaction through the mirror, the contact simply made your mouth hang open and your eyes flutter shut, In turn Leon praised you and moved his finger up and down your folds, coating his fingers in your wetness before he experimentally slid his middle finger in making you moan.

“Fuck Leon” You said and he smiled as he leaned in and placed a kiss on your shoulder before biting down, making another soft moan escape from your lips, he quickly licked the spot he just bit and whispered soothing words to you as he slowly began moving his finger in and out of your core. You were so turned on at that point and your mind was rushing with all the possibilities that could happen you really began feeling lightheaded.

“Don’t worry baby, I’m right here” he said and began pumping his finger in and out of your aching pussy faster making you push your hips back in a silent plea for more.

“God you’re so wet and tight for me baby, all for me” Leon muttered as he slowly slid in his ring finger along with his middle one and slowly began moving them inside you, searching for the spot that would make you squirm.

It didn’t take long for him to find it and he began repeatedly hitting the same spot over and over making your brain feel fuzzy and you decided that sneaking a hand in between your own folds to rub at your own clit wouldn’t be a big deal. Leon noticed and sped up his movement with his fingers he kept muttering praise about you and kept remarking how wet you were for him.

“You’re taking my fingers so well, god, she’s practically begging me to give her more” Leon muttered as you noticed him looking down through the mirror, you didn’t know who he was saying this more for but it didn’t stop your cunt from reacting to his words.

It didn’t take long for the all too familiar pressure to begin building inside you and you began tightening every muscle while you tried to warn Leon, he nodded still looking at you through the mirror and just as you were about to finish on his fingers and get exactly what you wanted Leon withdrew his fingers completely and took your own hand away from your clit, the loss of contact made you whine and you tried pushing your hips back trying to find anything. Leon stayed very still and was looking down at your cunt that was practically begging him to shove his fingers or anything back in.

“Not much of an attitude now, huh?” Leon asked as he was looking at you silently beg for more.

“Leon” You whined and pushed your hips back again, hoping he’ll give in

“Aww, poor baby is all whiny and needy just from my fingers” Leon said in a soothing voice before he brought you back up to kiss you. He was pushing you against the counter which you were thankful for as your legs didn’t feel steady, you placed your hands on his ass and pushed him even closer to you earning yourself a small groan from him.

“Eager to continue huh” You commented when you felt Leon’s hard on through his pants and he sighed when you pressed your hips closer to him.

“Your pretty pussy got me worked up baby” He answered and you gasped a little as he bent you down again and unzipped his pants and you felt his cock practically slap your ass as it sprung free from it’s confinement. You turned to look at it and gasped again when you saw it using your last remaining sane thoughts to realize you felt completely unprepared for it.

“Leon wait” You said and he stopped all movement and allowed you to turn around and truly take a look at the thing between his legs, he was stood very still as you looked down and slowly back up, suddenly doubt was creeping up in your mind.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” Leon asked, he still sounded like the concerned friend you’ve always known and that gave you immense comfort, you looked up at him with a small pout.

“I, uhm, I just don’t think it’ll, you know” You sounded incredibly awkward and the longer you tried to explain it the more you had to avoid Leon’s gaze, he thankfully soon realized what you were talking about and let out a small chuckle.

“Aw, my baby is a little scared. Don’t worry it’s not that big, I’ll make it fit” Leon said and kissed your temple, the action was very soothing and his words made you feel like you were on fire, fuck you wanted it, you really did.

“Leon, I haven’t” You started and he frowned in confusion.

“Done it, with anyone” you added and then Leon looked down as a realization dawned on him, he really might be too big for your first. He leaned and pressed his forehead against yours, he seemed so incredibly calm but you were just anxious.

“You might be right sweetheart, it’s just not going to fit right now” He said slowly and kissed along your jawline, making you sigh.

“I’m sorry if-” You began saying before Leon promptly pressed his lips against yours to stop your sentence midway.

“Just because I said not right now, doesn’t mean not ever baby” He said breaking the kiss before leaning down to bite your bottom lip.

“I just need” he started and kissed further down your neck until he reached the top of your breasts and he took out the sundress with a sigh, as if it was personally offending him that it was on the way. He resumed his kissing between your chest and bit down on the soft flesh once or twice.

“A little extra time to get you ready for it, that’s all” He continued softly and he knelt further down and placed his lips on your knee before looking up at you. You nodded and gripped the counter as you pushed yourself closer to the edge of it, giving Leon more room to work with.

He wasted no time and kissed all the way up your thigh while adjusting your legs so they were resting on his shoulders while never taking his eyes off of you. He stopped about midway and bit down on your inner thigh and sucked on the spot just enough that you were sure it would leave a mark. He kept doing the same after every few kisses and you were getting whinier and more impatient by the second. Leon softly squeezed your thigh reassuringly that he would get to it.

When he eventually reached your clit he chose to blow a little air on it first, making you try and push your hips closer to his lips, only to find out they were firmly held in place. Leon was dead set on enjoying you at his pace and he was going to make sure he savored every second of it.

When he did eventually wrap his lips around you clit and sucked you had to quickly cover your own mouth, your other hand went to his hair and your grip tightened on his head the harder he sucked. He groaned a little as he felt your hand tug at him not being able to decide if you wanted him closer or further away. The vibration made your legs shave and a jolt run through your spine. Leon soon stopped his sucking and instead pressed his tongue as flatly as he could against your entrance and licked all the way up your folds until he reached your clit when he circled it a bit with his tongue before he began sucking again.

“Sit still baby, I don’t want to bruise you by holding you too tightly” He mumbled against your core and the vibration was enough to make you shake again and Leon had to tighten his grip again to keep you in place, at that point you didn’t care how many bruises he left with you just needed him to keep doing whatever he’s doing.

“I don’t fucking care, just keep going” you answered and Leon chuckled before he went back to sucking on your clit.

You were basically a mess by that point and you felt the same pressure as before building in your lower stomach. Your legs were tightening around Leon’s head who didn’t seem to mind the added pressure and you could only moan out his name in warning of your imminent orgasm. This time instead of pulling away he kept going and if anything it felt like he was increasing his efforts.

That’s when a knock came at the door making both of you stop. Leon slowly detached himself from your sopping wet cunt and you noticed his lips and chin were basically absolutely drenched, you shivered at his state and had to cover your mouth to keep quiet.

“It’s occupied” Leon finally spoke when there was a second knock at the door and he slowly spun you around, trapping you between his body and the counter as his fingers slid down and found your aching cunt once more.

“Oh, hey, I’ve been looking everywhere for you” Your dad’s voice came through the other end of the door making you widen your eyes, you met Leon’s eyes through the mirror and he seemed to be looking very cool and collected, if not a little mischievous as he slid in his fingers inside again, your hand went to hold his that was between your legs.

“Yeah man, I’ve been in the bathroom, not really feeling well” Leon answered and pressed you further into the counter as he picked up his pace, you took his free hand that was resting on your waist and began bring it further up and closer to your mouth, not trusting yourself to stay quiet. Leon took the hint and placed it firmly on your mouth muffling any moans that could escape from your throat.

“Oh, why? What happened?” Your dad asked full of curiosity and you really wanted to groan and tell him to stop being so curious but instead you felt nervousness as you felt your orgasm building up again, way too fast to ignore. Leon felt it too by the way you tightened your cunt around his fingers and he looked at you through the mirror. He mouthed wait but did nothing to slow down his own fingers.

“I just think I had too much to drink, I’ll be fine in a sec” Leon said and you heard your dad hum outside, your legs were starting to shake and feeling Leon’s hard on pressing against your ass wasn’t helping your situation, your head was falling back on Leon’s shoulder who brought you back up and mouthed wait again.

“Alright man, by the way, have you seen my daughter anywhere?” He asked and you mewled into Leon’s hand, cunt impossibly tight around his fingers as you were doing your best to hold back your own orgasm.

“No, not really. I’m sure she’ll turn up somewhere” Leon said and made the mistake of breathing down your neck as he finished his sentence which gave you the final push you needed to release your orgasm around his fingers. Leon muttered a soft curse under his breath as he kept up his pace but tightened the grip over your mouth to cover your moans that were only getting louder.

It really felt like your orgasm had been ripped out of you and all you could do was shake and tighten every muscle you could, you half realized you were gripping Leon’s hands a little too tightly and were probably leaving some marks behind. It really felt like it was going on forever as your body was trying to slump forward but Leon was holding you up but all you were focusing on were Leon’s hands on your body and his lips around your ear as they were gently shushing and reassuring you.

Leon slowly released his hand from your mouth letting you catch your breath and finally allowing you to slump forward and rest the side of your head on the cool counter as he followed along with his own body and kissed your temple as he slowly removed his fingers making you let out another small whine.

“You’re lucky I covered your mouth” Leon said in between kisses as he moved to your shoulder. You could only nod in response.

“Aw, I haven’t even made you cum on my cock and you’re already so out of it” Leon taunted in a very sweet tone and you really really wanted to have a smartass response but you came up with nothing.

“Now, go outside and show yourself before our absence gets too suspicious” Leon said and playfully smacked your ass as you lifted yourself off the counter and began fixing your dress before turning to Leon, lingering for a second and pointed to his chin reminding him he should clean up.

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Leon knew you were a bit of a special case from the moment he met you. Where people would usually be shy, nervous, not confident enough to approach someone, you were... quite the opposite. You approached with a fire in your eyes and a buzz rushing through you and into him, and you weren't even drinking. The moment you approached him at that club, he knew you'd be a problem. And a problem you were. A good one. A problem he was lucky to have.

Until it came to things like intimacy. You'd managed to score a few dates, and eventually, you two ended up dating. The only problem? Once it was official, you became a little insistent on intimacy. Not forcing, but definitely making moves more often. Leon wanted to, he really did, but given the talks you'd had in the past about your lack of experience and how you didn't know what you could and couldn't take because you had never even felt the need for a sex toy on your own, Leon worried that it'd stunt your intimate moments as a couple.

Eventually, of course, Leon gave in, but only to an extent. He'd eaten you out, finger fucked you like his life depended on it, fucked your thighs, and yet, he refused to let you even suck him off, let alone take him into your impossibly achey and needy pussy. He always told you he was too big. He worried it'd hurt you, whether it was your mouth or your pussy. You knew he was big, and you still insisted.

You crawled into bed with him, just like normal, snuggling into his side as he read the book you'd recently recommended to him. He tugged you closer, leaning down to kiss your temple as he closed the book, seemingly ready for bed. It was approaching 9 o'clock, and he had an early meeting, you knew. The early meeting didn't stop you from snuggling up closer until you shuffled into his lap, straddling his hips and looking down at him with a grin. His hands rested at your hips.

"Really? We're doing this again?" He mused, low and laced with exhaustion.

"For real this time, because I'm tired of you giving me excuses." You huffed, hips already beginning to move in slow, easy motions back and forth.

"They're not excuses, they're honesty and protection. You think I haven't wanted so badly to bend you over and take you? Of course I have." He scoffed, hands soothing up your sides as he exhaled slowly.

"So why haven't you?"

"Because I'm too big for you. We'd need to take a lot of time to get you ready. You can barely take three of my fingers before you tell me it's too much." He explained simply, like it was a choice between what deal to go for in a grocery store.

"So what? The shapes are entirely different! How do we even know if I could take it if we don't try?" You frowned, hips wriggling incessantly.

"No, honey. I'm not gonna let your confidence get the better of you." He moved to lift you off his lap, but you grabbed his hands and pinned them beside his head. He raised a brow at you.

"Just the tip. That's all I wanna try." You insisted.

"You know, you holding me down has no change on my answer. It's sexy, but no." He laid his head back and hummed idly.

"Leeooon!" You pouted, hips grinding harder. You could feel his cock stiffening in his sweats. "Please, Lee, just the tip, and if it doesn't fit first try, we can stop."

"Usually, the guy begs for 'just the tip'," he chuckled. "Poor thing, I've really ruined you, haven't I?" He clicked his tongue, feigning guilt.

"Not yet 'cause you won't fuck me right." You grumbled.

"Oh, is that so? I don't fuck you right? Then how come I've got you cumming on my fingers and my mouth and my fucking thighs every other night? Huh? Care to explain that, if I don't fuck you right?" He took his hands from your grasp, one hand grabbing your chin and making you whine, brows furrowing.

"You won't fuck me the right way 'cause you think I can't take it."

"I really don't think you can." He agreed.

"Please, baby!" You shifted, only for him to stop you. "Please, I promise, if it doesn't work, I won't ask again, not until you can prep me right."

"You," he exhaled, grabbing you by the waist, sitting up. "Are such a fucking brat." He cursed, rolling over so that you were flat on your back with his body pinning you down.

You looked up at him, biting at your lower lip. He watched you for a moment, squinting. "Please?" You barely whispered.

"Fine. But don't think you're not gonna get something in return for your behavior. I'm only stalling because I don't have time to fuck around."

"But you have time to fuck me? Good, I wasn't sure I'd be able to wait much longer." You grinned, giggling like a kid who'd just been told they won a million dollars.

"Fuckin' brat." He chuckled, leaning in for a kiss. You met eagerly, lips pressing into his while your arms came to wrap around his neck. Despite his rough words, his hand came to tenderly cup your cheek, deepening the kiss. His other hand worked its way downward to the hem of your night gown, pushing it upward to expose what he expected would be a lace pair of panties—tonight it was bare in two different ways. How did he not feel that through his sweats? Jesus, you knew he'd give in.

He didn't bother trailing his hands up and down, teasing, instead going straight in to press his hand against your mound. You shivered slightly, mouth falling agape at the feeling of his cold fingers pressing between your folds. Of course, he didn't take any time to prep you with his fingers, just simply using two fingers to spread your arousal and massage your clit to accumulate more to act as lube. He knew it probably wouldn't work too well at first, but it'd have to do.

Your hands reached down, pushing lazily at the waistband of his sweats. "It's unfair." You pouted.

"Unfair? Honey, you came to me like this. You came to me all shaven, no panties, not even shorts." He took your complaint, shifting to push down his pants and boxers, letting his cock spring free. He shimmied out of the clothes and kicked them aside before settling his cock against your lower belly, letting you see the size properly. You swallowed, biting your lip as you looked up at him. He had a cocky look, like he expected you to change your mind.

"What? I didn't say stop. Keep going." You huffed, but Leon could hear the faint waiver of your voice as you spread your legs wider.

"God, you really are a needy little brat." He pulled his hips back, sliding his cock between your folds to gather some of your wetness along his length, focusing on coating his tip thoroughly. "You can still back out." He looked back up at you as he lined up with your entrance, using two fingers to carefully hold your folds open for him.

"No. Now hurry up and put your dick in me before I fall asleep." You huffed up at him, hips wriggling eagerly.

"Don't say I didn't warn you."

With that, he made the first move, careful as he pushed in, his tip nudging into you. His tip didn't even get inside before you gave a whimper, thighs shaking unexpectedly as your pussy twitched against his tip. He looked down at you, brow raised.

"Shut up. Try again." You demanded, teeth gritted slightly.

Despite that not being the original arrangement, he tried again, hissing as he nearly notched the tip inside, only for your hips to twitch away, overwhelmed at the way his tip tried to intrude so suddenly.

"What did I tell you?" He deadpanned down at you. "Come on, honey, let's just do it the normal way."

"Noo! No, this is the normal way!" You insisted. "'S not my fucking fault you've got a fucking monster cock."

"Mmh, you flatter me, sweetheart." He chuckled, leaning in to shut you up with a kiss. You expected him to pull away and call it a night, but his hand crept down again, thumb pressing to your clit and getting your walls to ease up ever so slightly, a soft mewl leaving you. With you melting into the pleasure, he took a selfish opportunity to push again. You gasped, a choked sound leaving you as his tip notched inside of you finally. You gave a stifled cry, hands flying to claw at his shoulders as your eyes squeezed shut.

"Fuck—okay, I-i don't know if I can do it anymore." You admitted, huffing with uneven breaths as you looked down where you two met. It really was just the tip, and you were already backing out.

"Oh, no," he pulled back, faux pity on his face. "Poor thing, you bit off too much, and now you can't chew? What a shocker." He watched you shiver and twitch, breath shaky as his tip stayed barely notched inside your impossibly tight, unadjusted cunt. "You told me I didn't fuck you right, so now I'm gonna show you just how well I can fuck."

"'M sorry, I thought I—"

"You thought you could take it? Yeah. And you didn't listen to my warning? Of course not. You never listen." You felt him push forward again, and another squeak left your lips, followed by a gasp. He didn't even push in another inch and you were pushing at his hips to get him to pull out.

"Fuck! I'm—haah—I'm sorry!" You looked up at him, brows furrowing.

"Admit it." He demanded, cock pushing its way in ever so slightly, but the burn was far from slight. You choked on something akin to a cry, and he swatted your thigh. "Admit that you've been nothing but a bratty little bitch and now you're whiney because you can't fucking take it."

Tears brimmed your lash line, lower lip falling and letting a small whine fall from your throat. "I-i can't take it, and I.." you paused with a gasp, walls squeezing around the first inch and a half of his length. Your head fell back, nails dragging down his front as your thighs trembled. "Fuck!"

"It's too late. If I stop now, all your progress will be lost. You don't want that, do you, honey?" He teased. You shook your head desperately. The stretch burned, his cock insistent as he felt you twitching and trying desperately to make room for him inside of you.

"Please," you whispered, eyes fluttering closed.

"Please, what?" He prodded for more from you. "I can't do what you want if you don't tell me. You were so eager earlier, now you can't talk? Typical." He scoffed.

"Please, just fuck me already!" You cried, breath hitching as his hips nudged back and pushed forward, allowing another inch to fit. He went through that cycle for a while—pulling back, pushing deeper, every push forcing a gasp or a stifled moan from you—until he was fully sheathed inside of you, your pussy impossibly stretched past every limit you didn't know about. His cockhead was snug against your cervix, barely fitting him all the way in. It was a good thing Leon knew how to properly get you going, or he'd be struggling to fit more than he already was.

By the time he was snug, fully pushed inside of you, your head had fallen limp, eyes closed, lips open with heavy breaths falling. He found it amusing, given he hadn't even tried to fuck you yet, and you were already beyond spent and shaky. He chuckled, watching you finally lift your head to look down where your bodies met.

"Holy fuck." You breathed. You could see a small bulge in your lower belly where he had somehow miraculously managed to fit inside of you, now bulging with his massive he was. Not only that, but you had never felt this full. Even when he was using his fingers to fuck you and you complained that his fingers were too thick and you felt 'sooo full'.

"You happy now? Now that you've got a proper cock inside of you?" He taunted quietly, bringing a hand to grasp your chin and tilt your head back and forth, he fingers lightly squishing your cheeks together.

"Uh-huh." You tried to nod in his grasp, dazed and, although embarrassingly, cock-drunk without even being properly fucked. He wasn't even grinding his hips, making no attempt to move, and he relished in the way your body responded to him. He thought it was the best thing ever when you'd cry and squirm, and this made things a whole lot better. He leaned back slightly, taking in the sight of you stretched out around his cock.

He dropped one hand, thumb finding your clit. You twitched, whining slightly as your walls clamped down around him. "What, you're already that fucking close? You're getting all twitchy and whiney so soon." He purred, hips pulling backward slowly, cock dragging out of you until his tip was all that was left. You looked down and watched, brows furrowed with need.

It burned with both pain and pleasure as he pushed back in faster than before. You moaned louder this time, back arching as your hands flew to grab his shoulders for support. Your eyes squeezed shut, mouth agape as he fucked his cock into you at a pace that overwhelmed your senses. Pain burned away and morphed into a new kind of pleasure that you didn't know you could achieve.

He angled his hips lower, his leaky cockhead pushing up against your g-spot as he thrusted into you, his thumb still focused on your clit. He meant it as a tease originally, but with how twitchy and shaky you'd become in just a minute or two of slow, rough, deep thrusts, he could feel that you were already close. His tease ended up being right. He growled slightly at the thought, brows knitted and nose scrunched in a focused manner as he looked down where your bodies met. You became oversensitive quick, your orgasm building. You tried to reach down to get his hand to slow down its abuse against your puffy clit, but he simply pushed your hand away and swatted at the throbbing bundle of nerves.

You cried out, hips bucking. "Lee—oh, fuck, please!" Your body locked for a moment, eyes rolling back as you bit your lip and fell into stifled whimpers and sobs, your orgasm quiet but intense, rippling through your body so fast you didn't even warn him. He fucked you through it, hips speeding up as your cunt clenched around him. Once your vision cleared, you looked up at him, dazed and mushy.

"And you think I cum too fast?" He chuckled. "Look at you—damn near squirting on my cock just because it's so, so big, and your poor little pussy can't take it." He purred deeply and reached with his other hand to your face, holding your head still by your chin so you couldn't look away as he pumped his cock back and forth, fucking you into overstimulation without even offering a breather. "I wonder—" He paused with a grunt, examining your face with a devilish look you didn't recognize. "You think I could make you squirt just from using my cock?"

Your cheeks flushed, eyes widening with tears that had spilled already. "Wait, n-no, no, 's too much, Lee!" You gasped, hands pushing at his lower torso, another sob ripping from your throat. "No—ooh!"

"C'mon, pretty girl, didn't you say I couldn't fuck you right? Isn't that what you wanted? To be fucked dumb on a fat cock?" He let go of your chin and brought a hand down just a little to wrap around your throat. You squeaked, pussy fluttering around him at the threat of him constricting your airway. He didn't, though. You got more than enough excitement from just the threat alone.

You couldn't be bothered with answering him. You simply laid there and took it—relishing in the sensitivity and the way he was absolutely ruining your pussy. Leon knew he was ruining you for anyone else, and that alone drove him crazy. He could feel his own orgasm building, cock twitching and balls drawing tight to his body. He denied himself the release, persisting in order to make sure he proved just how good he could make you feel.

He had a point to prove. His thumb resumed the previous ministrations on your clit, two fingers rapidly strumming with a firm pressure. You twitched, gasping as your eyes rolled back and fluttered. Your hands grabbed tightly at his forearm of the hand that was around your neck, looking up at him with an abrupt sob leaving your lips.

"Lee, please," you choked out, brows furrowing as you quivered beneath him, abdomen clenching as your body built up to the peak of the coil in your belly.

"Go on, take it. Take what you asked for and I'll make sure you're satisfied for fucking weeks." He slammed his hips harder, the skin slapping lewdly with the added sounds of your arousal coating his balls as they smacked against your ass. You tried to stifle it, but a scream of pleasure ripped from you as he subconsciously tightened his hand around your throat. Still not constricting, but it was enough to make you dizzy.

"Leon! Fuuuuck, fuckfuckfuck—'m cumming!" You sobbed, legs jolting outward as your hips tried to pull away, your orgasm rushing through you like never before. What you didn't process yet was the stream of clear liquid spurting from your sopping cunt, making an absolute mess out of his lower abdomen, your own abdomen, and the sheets below. He fucked you through it, both hands finally coming to grab your hips and properly use you like some kind of cock sleeve as he chased his high. Tears stained your cheeks, your moans becoming higher and longer as you squirmed and tried to run away from the pleasure.

"Stop fucking moving." He dug his nails into your hips. His demand was quickly followed by a growl, hips slamming and his thrusts becoming uneven as his balls twitched and his cock pulsed, his heavy load finally spilling into you. He had you so full that his cum seeped out around him as he bottomed out and let your pussy twitch and pulse, milking him of every last drop. Both of you were shaking. He stayed buried inside of you as he leaned down and mouthed as your neck. He lazily ground his hips, and you cried quietly, thighs squeezing around his hips.

"Lee," you sniffled, shaky hands searching desperately for his.

"Shh," he soothed, slowly pulling out of you as he grabbed your hands. You felt so empty, but so unbelievably satisfied. "Breathe, honey. I've got you." He mused softly, kissing along your collarbone until he found his way up to look at your face and assess the final product.

You were a mess. Tears down your cheeks, drool spilling down the right side of your face, hair messy and sticking to the sides of your face, lips kiss swollen and still wet. If he didn't know better, he'd try to start up round three, but given your sniffles and the way you shook your head, he didn't even try. He got more than what he thought.

He took his hands away only for a moment so he could brush your hair out of your face and gently wipe the tears and drool from your cheeks. When he sat back and guided you to follow into his lap, you curled into his hold, his arms wrapping around you delicately.

"You took me so well." He whispered, kissing the side of your head. "I know I got a little mean," he sighed, prepared to apologize for not listening to your cries.

"Can we do that more?" You asked, looking up at him as you shifted shakily in his lap. "The.. the whole.."

"Baby, we just did a lot." He chuckled. "But we'll talk more tomorrow." He scooted away from the mess and hoisted you into his hold, standing from the bed. "How about a shower?"

You nodded, falling into his hold as you closed your eyes. He really fucked the energy out of you. "Told you I could handle it. Might not be very experienced, but I can take what's given to me." You mumbled quietly.

Clearly, he didn't fuck the attitude out of your system yet.

"Brat." He lazily swatted your butt, only to lean in and kiss your nose with the utmost care.

"You like it."

"Only when it results in you shutting your mouth."

"Jerk."

He chuckled, setting you on the bathroom sink counter to start the shower.

● Like I said, he'd talk you through it. He loves talking to you through intimacy, and he doesn't even need you to reply.

​"Tell me what you need. Speak up, let me hear it."

​"Look at me. You're doing perfect."

​"Yeah? You like that? Thought you said you weren't going to let me win that easily."

​"Can't even find your words right now, hm? That's a first for you."

● He doesn't let you cover your face or hide in general. He'd say something like, "Don't hide from me now. I want to see exactly how you look when I touch you like this"

● He gets into this weird habit of treating your body parts like separate entities. If he’s trying to move your legs, he won't look at your face. He’ll tap your knee gently, and murmur a very dry, barely audible, "'scuse me..." as if he's politely asking a stranger on a crowded sidewalk to step aside.

● When you're in control, again, he doesn't shut up. He wants you to know that he completely trusts you to hold all the weight for a while.

​"You look absolutely incredible looking down at me like that..."

​"You have no idea what you do to me."

​"Guide my hands... where do you want them?"

● If you were into degradation, he'd be willing to try it with you. He usually doesn't force his words. They just come out naturally, which makes them 10× more effective. But, I don't think he'd be into anything extremely mocking or degrading. Just a very average amount, I feel like.

"Look at how worked up you get just from me looking at you. You really are pathetic for me, sweetheart."

"Look at you, barely able to keep your eyes open and chasing after my hand like a needy little thing. You really can't help yourself, can you?"

● He constantly narrates exactly how you're reacting to him. He isn't guessing how you feel, he's actively reading your body language like a map and reflecting it back to you.

"Oh, so now you're being shy? Pretty sure it's a bit late for that, sweetheart."

​"You always turn your face away right when you get flustered. Don't do that. Let me look at you."

​"Every time I slow down, you completely shift to match me. Look at how you're leaning into it, sweetheart. You're letting me guide your entire pace right now."

● He loves really lazy morning sex, and it's when he's at his most vulnerable. It's a certain point in his day where he's not performing or being a protector for anyone, and his most honest, unguarded words come out.

"I love you so much. More than you'll ever know. I can't even put it into words."

"You're so fucking perfect. I don't understand it."

"You've saved me in so many ways just by existing. I don't know what I'd do without you."

● If you were ever insecure about any part of your body during intimacy, he shuts it down immediately. Not just to make you feel better, but because he's genuinely confused at your feelings as he loves that part of you so much. He doesn't just say "you're beautiful" or just tells you that he loves that part of you. He makes you feel genuinely worth.

"There isn't a single version of you that isn't completely worth having, through every single flaw and every good day."

​"Hey. Look at me. You're way too hard on yourself. You don't have to be flawless to be incredible and sexy, which you are, you know?"

​"Don't hide from me. Please."

● He loves talking to you during sex, as you know very well, but sometimes he gets so caught up in the pleasure that he stops for a bit, and all you're left with are his groans and moans and occasional whimpers when he really likes something you do. The only words that escape him when he gets like that are breathless curses or your name when he gasps it like a lifeline. Sometimes followed by the occasional, ragged "please," whether you're in control or not. It just escapes him every single time.

he tries to keep his composure, but you let him sit in his lust, backing your hips against him in your own little rhythm that makes him pull his lips from yours. it’s hard for him to focus as you pull groans from him, quivering inside of you as you cast a spell on him with your stare. his jaw hangs open ever so slightly, feeling your lips beg for him. he wants to function like a normal man and kiss you back, but you ride him so well, he swears he’s malfunctioning. he does lap your lips into a sloppy kiss eventually, breaking it before he even seals it.

“you keep moving on me like that we’re not leaving,” leon warns. his chest rises and falls against your back, meshing with each effortless roll of his body that sends him deeper into you.  

there’s something you say that sends electricity down leon's spine. smirking, your hips slow down, squeezing around him. “old man can’t handle quickies anymore, huh?” you whisper against his lips. “too old to fuck me?”

he swears you light him up right there, feeling the flames engulf him. the grip of his arm around your neck tightens from the tease. leon disapproves, shaking his head. leaning in and placing a gentle kiss to your now messy lips, he quickly snaps his hips into yours once again. “being between me and the dresser is not the best time to be a smartass, sugar.” he relishes in your whine, though it’s replaced by amusement once you speak again.

“if you didn’t want a smartass, you wouldn't have married someone twenty years younger than you, isn't that right?” 

leon couldn't deny that, but it still could’ve been something you said after you were dressed. instead, the consequence has you doubling over as his fingers work into your clit faster, fluttering around his weeping shaft. he hears your cries, slow thrusts quickening. he leaves your body to fall limp over the dresser, toes curling as his arms leave your neck to slip his hand on his back for support. “i hear you joking, but i don't hear you laughing.”

he stares at you through the mirror, hair messy,  makeup ruined and he swears he can feel the urge to fill you up growing. you wriggle so much against him as you fight an incoming orgasm, trying to keep it in so you can cum with your husband. you try with everything in you; breathing, digging your nails in the palms of your hands, but if anything, those techniques pushed you closer to the edge. 

“oh fuck— i’m gonna cum,” you start, hand hovering over leon’s that works in between your though before he stops. 

the growl that leaves you sends leon into a frenzy. he can’t let you have your cake and eat it too, especially after that little quip you made. “what do you think?” he grumbles, leaning in to take in the scent of your hair. “should this old man make you cum?” 

you nod your head quickly, your free hand reaching behind you and cupping the back of his neck. “y-es. yes please,” you caress his nape, fingernails digging into his flesh. he sits with the option in his hand, circling his fingers back on your clit, pushing your hips deeper into the dresser. there’s a hum of gratification from your whimper, feeling the tip of his tongue drag down your neck, soon taking a gentle bite at your skin.

feeling you lose balance in his hold, the older man helps keep you up, picking up on your eyes rolling through the mirror. “you cum, we stay home. got it?”

“g–ot it,” you slur, head resting on his chest, fingers curling over his working hand. 

“hands off,” he demands, ripping his hand away from you again. your gasp doesn’t move him, the tip of his nose running up your cheek prior to biting your ear lobe. “my pussy, ya hear me?” he growls. “you don’t get to tell me how to touch you right now." as he bullies you into obedience, he can feel his body cracking under pressure. a familiar buzz runs over his body, tingling in his fingertips, wrecking his pattern. he almost forgets to continue his movement with his fingers, but he follows through. 

he underestimates how close you actually are, whines being pulled from you like he can’t survive without them. with each stroke he spreads you open, you feel the buildup in your stomach, body twitching under his intensity. your cunt kisses around him the more you hear his breath shake, grumbling swears under his breath like he can’t take it. and maybe he can’t. 

how could he when he feels you attempt to empty him clean? tight around him, begging for him with those cute little moans. the helpless one is him. your moans erupt for him, feeling your climax wave over you, grabbing onto any part of him that you can. leon of course lets you. but not because he wants to, but because he can’t tease you anymore now that he’s spilling into you, mentally begging for mercy. he doesn't mean to fill you up so much, but he can feel the pushback around him that he almost slips out. his head falls back, fingers attacking your swollen little clit. on the rare chance you two come at the same time, you both treat it like it’s the olympics. but sometimes, leon likes to go for gold. with his head coming back up, he sees you writhe under his hold, whining without properly begging for him to stop.

so he doesn’t. in fact, he keeps on working your body. “leon– fuck– leon please.” his hips have slowed down by now but the second he actually pulls out of you, his ring and middle finger take you over. it’s all about you now. you try to speak by saying something, anything. you can't even look your husband’s way without having to spill all over his hands. leon lives for it. he pops a tired smile on his lips as he watches you shudder under his fingers, attacking that spongy part inside of you, curling his fingers. he stays firm while you fight against him, placing his arm back over your neck so you can hold onto him. 

you look at your husband through the mirror, watching his muscles flex, quiver in his lip and the way his lips are parted feels like he’s mocking you. his fingers push everything he released back into you, leaning in and kissing your temple. “what do you think? i still got it?” his digits fight with your slick walls contracting around him, but he doesn't let up.

before you can answer, you don’t fight the wave that leaves you, spilling down your legs. you don’t whine or swear, but release broken sobs, too stimulated to function. your body vibrates in his arms, losing balance feeling him keep you up against his chest. 

your husband is hasty with slipping his fingers out of you, spinning your dizzy body around to see your fucked out expression. he wants to check in, but the low eyed glare you're giving him tells him all he needs to know. he smiles, “hey, you alright?” he asks, chuckling while you nod. 

“yes–” you whisper, not worrying if the man hears you or not.

“i’m sorry,” leon starts, cupping your cheek and pressing a soft kiss on your puffy, smudged lips. “i’m sorry we missed dinner.” 

you don’t want to hear it. the man is amused as a finger lifts up to his lips, watching you shake your head. “reschedule it,” falling into his arms, you’re satisfied with the quick nod he gives you. 

Waking up sore was unusual. Your hips ached, thighs sore like you'd just hit leg day the night prior, and when you finally moved to roll over and sit up, you were reminded of the reason.

Leon, your unbelievably hot neighbor, was at your side, laid on his stomach with an arm draped over you to keep you from moving too far. With you sitting up, his arm fell to your lap, and you shivered slightly at the lingering sensitivity that you felt between your thighs as they closed. You tried to shimmy away without disturbing him, but he noticed. Without even opening his eyes, he tugged you to lay back down, crawling slightly to his body pressed you half into the mattress.

"Don't leave so early." He rasped quietly. "Gonna leave me alone in a cold bed?" He teased, chest rumbling with a chuckle.

You realized the power was back on as you looked at your alarm clock, red digital numbers glaring at you as they read 11:06 a.m. "Leon, it's 11:00 a.m." You said bluntly, only to hear him groan as he squeezed you closer, arms wrapping tight around your hips.

"You got somewhere to be?" He joked quietly.

"Yeah, the shower." You said. "Someone made a mess and didn't clean it." You looked away, cheeks flushed slightly.

"Mmh, that so?" He finally opened his eyes, looking at you as he finally let you sit up. "I don't recall being the one who was crying—" He paused, clearing his throat before continuing, "fuck, leon, please! Don't stop, oh, don't stooop!" He mocked your noises from the night before, making you turn around to glare at him with a face as red as a tomato.

"Was that really necessary?" You grumbled. He sat up with a chuckle, scooting toward you and pulling you into a hug from behind, inhaling slowly as he buried his face into your neck.

"Necessary? No. Funny and very amusing to watch you react to? Yes. Yes, it was."

"Alright, alright, that's enough. I stink, and I'm gross." You said, wiggling your way out of his grasp to find your robe, covering yourself up.

"I think you smell great."

"Yeah, that's 'cause I smell like you and your sweat."

"And a lot of other things." He grinned, mischievous. You never would've guessed your well-mannered, helpful, and sweet neighbor was such a polite freak. And this was only the beginning, you knew.

"Shut up and order breakfast like you said you would." You shuffled away, steps uneven and shaky due to the soreness.

"Aww, I can't join you? I stink, too!" He shuffled out of bed and padded after you.

"Fine. But don't try anything. I'm sore enough." You huffed, grabbing a brush to brush through the mess of your hair as Leon readied the shower, ensuring it was warm enough before he hopped in, only for you to follow him in once your robe was hung up.

"You're the one who started round two last night. And three. And four." He said, stepping aside so you could warm yourself and get your hair wet to be scrubbed.

"Alright! I'm embarrassed enough, Leon." You reached forward to smack his shoulder, but he caught your hand and chuckled, kissing your palm gently.

"Okay, I'll stop. I didn't realize it'd bother you." He said, softer and no longer teasing this time. He let your hand go. When you turned to grab your shampoo, he took the bottle and stepped closer. "I'll wash you."

"You don't have to."

"I made the mess. Lemme clean it." He said simply, leaning down to kiss your shoulder before he resumed, beginning to gently scrub the shampoo into your hair, massaging your scalp gently with the rough pads of his fingers. You groaned softly, melting into the touch as you leaned into him, eyes falling shut. Maybe this is why he had such nice hair—he definitely knew how to take care of hair. A good scalp scrub and massage was exactly what you needed.

He cleaned you first before he even tried to move onto himself. He helped you detangle your hair and let the conditioner soak while you brushed your teeth. He scrubbed your arms, legs, and back before you told him you'd clean the rest yourself. He nodded. You let him turn around and begin cleaning himself as you finished scrubbing your body, ensuring nothing was left unclean.

You stepped under the water to rinse off, letting Leon wash his hair off to the side before you ran your hands through your hair and scrubbed around to ensure no soap or residue was left behind. You stepped out first, letting Leon finish cleaning himself. You realized too late that maybe you should've offered to clean him in return, but you didn't know if he'd let you or want you to. You wrapped yourself in a towel, using a different, smaller towel to dry your hair. You wiped the mirror clear of steam, sighing as you moved to wash your face and do some skincare as an effort to move about your morning like nothing was weird or new.

Leon got out of the shower as you finished at the mirror. You handed him the towel that you'd used on your hair, and he let it hang low on his hips.

"I'll order us some breakfast. Or.. well, lunch? What are you in the mood for?" He asked, reaching for his clothes that were neatly folded on the sink counter.

"Order what you want. I don't really eat much in the mornings." You said quietly, shrugging as you stepped out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.

"Well, tell me what you will eat. You don't have to eat immediately." He said, following after you and sitting on the bed in his towel.

"Uh... I don't know. Just get breakfast food." You said, waving him off dismissively as you shuffled through your clothes and found a t-shirt, a sports bra, underwear, and some loose sweatpants. It was still chilly in the house, given the weather was still cloudy and dim, the sun nowhere in sight.

"You want a breakfast burrito? A sandwich? Pancakes?" He asked, scrolling through an app on his phone.

"I'll have a burrito."

"Bacon? Sausage? Both?"

"Both."

Leon focused on ordering food while you got dressed, and by the time he finished ordering, you were laying back down on the bed, exhaling heavily as your head was turned away, body flat on your stomach. Leon got himself dressed, using the towel to dry his hair before he came to crouch on the side of the bed, gently tapping your thigh.

"Hey," he murmured. "You okay?"

"Mhmm." You nodded with a slow hum, blinking slowly at him as you shifted your head to look at him.

"You look a little upset." He observed.

"'M not." You mumbled. "Just tired."

"Okay. I won't bug." He soothed softly at your thigh before he stood, circled the bed, and sat down next to you. He didn't cuddle up to you like he had been earlier—just sat close to provide his presence and offer his help if you wanted it.

Ten minutes passed. Leon kept himself busy, and at the ten minute mark, he gently laid a hand over your hip, thumb rubbing up and down. "You asleep?" He asked quietly.

You rolled over onto your back, huffing heavily at the effort it took. "No. Just laying down." You said, clearing your throat slightly.

"There's something bugging you."

"You said you wouldn't bug."

"That was before you laid there in silence for ten minutes and you're not napping."

He was right. There was something on your mind. But how could you ask him 'what are we?' when all that happened was sex. It was just sex. That's it. Sex with a whole bunch of confessions and sweet names and praise and care. But you didn't care call it anything sweeter than sex. You sighed and closed your eyes.

"Do you want me to go?" He asked. "If you need to be alone—"

"No. I just... I'm not sure."

"About what?" He turned to you, brow raised with curiosity.

"Last night." You opened your eyes to look up at him.

He froze. He immediately felt bad. Did you regret it? Did he make you feel pressured? Were you upset? Were you mad? He tried not to let it show how anxious your words made him. He cleared his throat.

"What about last night? What are you not sure about?"

"I don't normally sleep with people that I don't have feelings for." You paused. Leon's chest squeezed a little at that. "I didn't think I had feelings for you, Leon. But then we.. we had sex. And now I'm confused of whether I'm just that starved of love or if I've actually got a thing for my fucking neighbor." You brought the blanket up to cover your face with a groan, and Leon exhaled quietly through his nose.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know it'd make you question things like that." He murmured. "Are you okay?" He asked softly.

"I'm fine. It's not like I regret it. I just... I feel pinned. I'm worried that if I don't have a thing for you, you'll think I'm leading you on. If I do have a thing for you, that leaves it up to you for whether you have a thing for me."

"Okay." He nodded. He reached out and took the blanket away. You groaned at him, sitting upright. "I don't care if you don't have feelings for me. Sure, it'd be nice, but it's not the end of the world if you don't. Nobody said we have to put a label on anything. You can relax and feel it out." He said softly, reaching out to cup your cheeks.

"And you don't care that it might not happen again?"

"Couldn't care less. If you don't want it again, it won't happen." He stated simply.

"Thank you." You sighed.

"Whether we become a thing or not, you're still someone I care about. Nothing would change that." He reassured. You leaned in to give him a hug, only to be startled by the sound of someone knocking at the front door.

Leon pulled back. "Is it the food?" You asked. He checked his notifications, nodding.

"Yeah. I'll grab it." He shuffled away. You moved to follow him. "You can stay here." He said.

"I don't eat in bed." You said. He nodded, letting you pass by to go to the kitchen as he went to grab the food from the delivery guy. He came to meet you at the makeshift dining table in the kitchen area, sitting across from you as you he distributed the food. He gave you your burrito and set a small fruit tray between you two after he grabbed his own food, which was some kind of breakfast sandwich—it looked like bacon, egg, and cheese on a biscuit.

It was quiet while you two ate, but a more comfortable silence than the one earlier. You couldn't help but wonder if things would progress. Leon liked you a little, clearly. He didn't seem like a guy to sleep around for no reason, and he expressed how much he cared for you, so part of you was reassured that he wasn't using you in any way. It took about half an hour for you both to finish your food, and in that time, you had made a temporary decision.

"Leon?" You spoke up quietly, biting into a strawberry from the tray that was half eaten by now.

"Yeah?" He asked, voice muffled with the mouthful of pineapple he was chewing on.

"You said we don't have to put a label on it yet, right?" You looked up at him, watching his curiosity morph into realization.

"Of course not. We're both adults. We can have fun without trouble." He nodded.

"Soo.. what happened last night."

"It can happen again so long as we're both on the same page." He said simply, biting into another pineapple slice.

"Okay. Cool." You nodded in understanding before rising to your feet to begin clearing the table.

"Are you asking in general or..?"

"In general. Just... just to know." You shrugged.

He chuckled, nodding. "Okay. Well, what's on the plan for the day? You got things to do?" He asked, leaning back with a hum.

"Mmh, not really. I do have to check on my garden, probably clean up some of the yard. I doubt we had such a storm without some tree branches falling." You huffed. "I also need to go to the store. And probably clean the inside of my car." You groaned, slouching forward slightly.

"I'm free all day." He said.

"I'm glad you are. You work a lot." You said, humming to yourself as you thought up a layout for your plans.

"I'm offering to help, sweets." He said, watching as you raised a brow. "Don't question me. Just let me help you out."

"Normally, I'd give in, but you not only already spent a night with me, but I think it'd be best if we parted for the day. I can handle my errands and chores on my own." You said, hoping you didn't sound too mean or dismissive.

He was quiet for a moment. Not because he was offended, or worried, or upset, but because you usually didn't say no with such a clear, steady reason. He was a little impressed by the confidence in your refusal. He nodded, clearing his throat.

"Aaaand..." he dragged out the word with a pause, lips pursing in mock thought. "This isn't a bad parting, right?" He asked, indirectly seeking his own kind of reassurance.

"No. Not the bad kind. Just the kind where I have things to do, a lot happened last night, a lot was said, and while breakfast has been very nice, I think a day or two of thinking is due." You said, shrugging as you leaned back against the kitchen counter and looked at him.

"Okay. Just had to check." He rose to his feet, stretching his arms above his head. Your gaze dropped, almost on instinct, catching that damn happy trail that peeked out with his soft, pudgy tummy that showed whenever he'd stretch. God, even when you said you needed a bit to think, your mind couldn't stay out of the gutter. You looked away, sighing at yourself.

He stepped forward with a heavy exhale, hand coming to cup your cheek. "Call me when you're ready to see me again? For anything. There's no requirements. No time limit or due date." He reassured quietly.

"You know I will. Not like I could stay away if my life depended on it." You murmured, lips pursing at your own words.

"Would it be wrong if I asked for a goodbye kiss?" He asked, voice even softer if that was possible at all.

You rolled your eyes, fighting off a small smile as you leaned up and gave him the small kiss. A soft peck that melted into a more passionate connection of your lips to his. He had to force himself to pull away, offering a soft peck to your cheek as he stepped back.

"Don't be a stranger, sweets." He purred.

"Never." You breathed.

"I'll talk to you later." He stepped away, leaving you alone in your kitchen, then alone in your house.

Torture. The next few days were torture. Not because you were stressed, or you had a bad week. Weirdly enough, you had a great week, but the week was torture because you wouldn't let yourself call Leon or even text him or even say hello to him in the mornings like you usually would since you two left around the same time.

Leon didn't hold it personally. You'd explained your need for space. He knew it'd be a few days before you could properly talk with him again. But he didn't expect you to call him so late on a Tuesday. He'd been relaxing for bed, reading some new book as his reading glasses hung low on his nose, like he was barely even using them. Just as he finished a chapter, his phone buzzed at his nightstand, and he checked the clock on the wall with a brow raised. 11 p.m., far too late to be getting calls.

He picked up the phone to see your name as the ID. He picked up a little too enthusiastically. "Hello?" He cleared his throat.

"Leon?" Your voice was soft, barely audible over the phone. He blinked, almost worried at the softness of your tone, like you were about to deliver bad news.

"Are you alright, sweets?"

"Mhmm." You hummed. "'M jus' bored.." your words slurred faintly, and he breathed in relief.

"You're not drunk, are you?" He asked, voice firm in search of an honest answer.

"No." You groaned, and he heard fabric shuffle as you sat upright and cleared your throat to speak clearer. "I don't call people if I'm drunk, dummy."

"Well, you can't blame me for asking." He scoffed faintly. "Do you need something? You don't usually call this late."

"I... may or may not want some company." You murmured, and he set his book aside in an instant.

"You do or don't? I need a proper answer." He insisted.

"Leon." You whined, and he clicked his tongue. He waited. "Fine. Yes. I'm lonely and I want company. Please come over." You spat out, stubbornly admitting your need for his presence after such a week.

"Unlock the door for me, I'll be there in a minute. You want me to bring anything?" You heard him shuffle out of bed, his book smacking down on his nightstand and followed by his footsteps and a door closing—likely his bedroom door.

"No. Just yourself. Doors unlocked." You said, laying back down on your bed with your cheek pressed into the pillow.

"Door already unlocked? What, you knew I'd say yes?" He snickered.

"Just get over here." You grumbled, only to hang up the phone. He snickered again as you went to the kitchen and sat on your counter, waiting patiently as you poured yourself a glass of cheap wine. Your second glass in an hour.

Leon got there in about two minutes, only taking an extra minute or two to put on shoes, lock the house up, and ensure all was safe before he was stepping through your front door, kicking out of his shoes. He peeked around the dim entrance area where he could see into the living room, only for him to slip further in and find you in the kitchen, only a wall lamp on as you sipped on your wine. Or, well, what you considered sips. They were definitely full drinks. Not small, normal sips. Leon raised a brow.

"So you have been drinking." He crossed his arms, stepping closer.

"Forgive me for needing a little liquid courage." You stuck your tongue out, and he rolled his eyes. He stopped, standing between your legs.

"So? What's the liquid courage needed for?" He asked. "Don't tell me you need wine to talk to me."

"No. I need wine to tell you specific things." You huffed.

"Mmh, like what? Because I don't think it'd be smart to get physical under the influence." He hummed.

"Who said I wanted to get physical?" You leaned in, squinting dramatically.

"Oh, sorry. I just assumed. The wine, the dim lighting, the late night call." He shrugged, leaning away.

"Wrong. I called you because I wanted to ask if you'd be open to doing that again."

"Doing what?" He asked softly, swaying slightly at the hips between your legs.

"What we did the other night."

"And what did we do?"

"God, I hate you." You groaned, leaning back and taking a final big drink to finish off your wine before you set the glass down, almost too hard on the counter as it clanked a little too loud, making your nose scrunch. You looked up at Leon, brows furrowed.

"You hate me, so you invited me over?" He mused.

"Listen. I may not be in a great romantic spot as of late, but I do know that I like you. I feel comfortable around you. And I'm pissed off because I just ignored you for basically a whole week. And I'd like to do it again."

"I'd like to have you specifically tell me what you wanna do because you've got wine in your system, and I need to know we're on the same page." He said bluntly.

"Ugh." You leaned forward, nose barely tickling his as you hesitated to say it out loud. You were clearly still embarrassed by it. By the vulnerability of what happened. But you spit it out eventually. "I want to have sex again." You murmured, almost too quiet.

"You're lucky I don't make you say it louder." He leaned in and finally connected his lips to yours, satisfying only the beginning of your needs. He pressed his body closer between your thighs, both hands dropping to grasp at your hips.

"Leon." You breathed a soft whimper of his name, scooting closer to the edge of the counter to wrap your legs around his hips.

"Fuck, don't do that." He hissed—not out of pain, but out of the restraint he had to force in order to keep himself from going too quickly.

You gave a soft moan as you pushed closer and deepened the kiss, one hand coming up to grab at the back of his neck. Leon's hand crept upward, slow and careful, just like the first time. You tried to encourage him to move faster by the subtle jolts and grinds of your hips, but he either didn't catch on or he didn't feel the need to speed up yet.

"Let's do this properly this time." He breathed, hoisting you fully into his hold. He stumbled blindly before he had to pull away, huffing quietly as he trudged toward your bedroom.

"I don't care about being proper. Just fuck me already." You groaned as he laid you on the bed, crawling atop of you and spreading your legs apart.

"Oh, poor thing," his tone mimicked pity, but his face morphed into a smirk, far too satisfied with the sight that met him as he sat back between your spread legs. "I wasn't your first, was I? You're so needy, I'd think you're addicted." He teased.

"No, you—" You grumbled, cheeks flushing wildly at the thought. "Just because I liked the sex doesn't mean I've got some stupid addiction to you."

"Really? Because this spot right here.." he paused, a hand coming down to suddenly press to a damp spot on the thin fabric of your shorts. He felt your body twitch at the indirect contact. "Are you always this easy to excite? Or is it just me?" He tilted his head and let his thumb shift upward to find your clit, making your head fall back and your body shiver into a pile of mush under his touch.

"Fuck you." You exhaled heavily, eyes closed.

"Mmh, tempting. Though, I'm here to deal with you. Not the other way around." He retracted his hand and let you huff, far too annoyed with the games he was playing. "You gonna answer me so we can get on with it, or are you gonna make me put this entire thing on hold?"

"I can make myself wetter than this." You huffed stubbornly.

"Oh, yeah? I'd love to see you try." He reached forward and gently peeled down the fabric of your shorts before discarding them easily, leaving them tossed aside somewhere at the foot of the bed.

"Leon, please." You whined, raw and almost shameless. He'd think it was shameless if it weren't for you trying to cover up and keep him from looking at your body for too long. He wondered why you were so squirmy this time. Maybe it was the proper lighting. He could see everything so much easier in the electrical lighting over the overhead light rather than the candlelight from the first time.

"You're lucky I'm a merciful man." He murmured, shifting himself so he was on top of you, his hips keeping you from closing your legs. You, much to your embarrassment, clung to him like he was your lifeline. He leaned down, slow, his lips ghosting over yours before he dipped down and found your collarbone, slowly mouthing his way down as he tugged at the collar of your shirt, groaning when it's stretch stopped exposing more. He pulled back and pulled you with, barely letting you breathe as he tugged the shirt over your head and laid you back down, lips immediately latching onto your skin to litter the flesh with fresh hickeys.

While he kept his mouth busy, his hips began grinding against you. The thick length that you remembered so vividly felt harder than the first time—if that was even possible—as the head of his cock nudged against your clit through the layers of fabric. It made you shiver, thighs twitching as your back arched and returned the same roll of your hips, hands clawing faintly at his shirt as your head fell back. A soft "Oh, god," left your lips, and Leon chuckled.

"Say my name, sweets. You say it so pretty." He purred, hips rolling heavier into you, his weight pressing you into the mattress in a way you never knew you'd enjoy. It was suffocating in a way that made your pussy throb, body shaking slightly beneath him.

"Leon!" You squeaked, jolting as his mouth found your nipple over the fabric of your bralette. The fabric became quickly soaked with his spit, warm as he suckled and nipped at your hardened nub beneath the lacy fabric.

Through your panties, the dark patch of wetness began to seep into his jeans, mixing lewdly with his own dark spot of precum building. You couldn't tell which was which at this point, and neither of you could care less. His mouth switched over to the other nipple, leaving the first one alone as the spit began to cool with the lack of warmth from his mouth. You whimpered at the sensation, body shivering. His pelvis pushed harder, like he couldn't find the right amount of pressure for either of you, despite how he was basically crushing you into the bed. You groaned, messily bucking back up into him as your hands roamed his back, trying to find something more to grab onto besides his shirt.

Leon jolted slightly when he felt both of your hands palm his ass. He was stunned for a moment, looking up at you with wide eyes. Through your delirious state, you giggled and patted his butt.

"You're supposed to be the shy one." He squinted slightly, only teasing before he sat upright, grabbing your hips. "Are you getting impatient? Is that what this is?"

You nodded, shame and embarrassment slowly leaving your system. "All you're doing is humping at me like a damn dog." You panted faintly.

"And you're having a damn good time." He said, scoffing slightly as he pulled his hips away and looked down at the patch you left on his jeans.

"Yeah, so put the foreplay to use." You demanded with another huff.

"Who said I was done?" He said, tugging you down slightly so you were properly on your back, legs spread as he scooted downward, diving forward to kiss at your lower belly, leaving a light spot that would bloom into a short lived bruise later.

Leon tugged your panties downward and let them hang on one of your ankles, kissing softly at the start of the bush between your thighs. Almost immediately, your hand came to rest at the back of his head, your body melting as you were finally about to get everything you wanted.

You were right—everything you wanted. Leon's lips finally made contact with your clit, offering an experimental lick, and then a soft suck. You squeaked faintly, barely audible to him as your thighs squeezed around his head and acted like earmuffs. He maintained steady focus on your clit, switching randomly between flicks of his tongue, circling your clit with his tongue pointed, and the suckling and kissing like he was making out with your pussy. He really knew how to work his mouth, and that alone made you shaky.

Your hips shifted and bucked against his mouth, and you would've sworn he was the one receiving with the way he moaned into you, lapping at your cunt like a man deprived of any and all nutrients and needs. Leon worked his way down after a while, eventually lapping more at your folds and entrance, only to delve in and let his tongue do the work. You squeaked, a gasp following as you felt his nose nudge at your clit perfectly from the underside. You mewled at the sensation, thighs shaking.

"Fuck, Leon," you gasped, back arching. "Don't—please don't stop." You pleaded through a whimper, grinding upward against his face. He didn't try to respond, only steadily continuing his efforts and ensuring you continued to get closer. And closer. And closer.

Until your hands were digging into his hair, pulling as you cried out, barely sputtering out a warning as he fucked his tongue back and forth, letting out a moan of satisfaction as he felt your pussy squeeze, followed by twitching and convulsing of your walls, your wetness making a mess of his face mixing in with his spit.

One you were no longer pulling his hair, back dropped back onto the mattress, he pulled back, only to lay his head on your thigh, panting softly as he looked up at you, clearly satisfied with his work so far. Your hands fell, one lazily pressing your fingertips against his cheek as the other completely fell to your side as your eyes fell shut.

"Wow, that's a bigger look of relief than the other night. My mouth works that well?" He purred, hands soothing along the outside of your thighs.

"Don't ruin the moment." You breathed, lazily pushing at his face and putting your palm over his mouth. You were jolted upright when he licked your palm. "Eugh! Really?" You reached down to wipe your hand on his shirt, grumbling.

"You let me eat you out, but you call it gross if I lick your palm? God, you make no sense." He snickered, pulling you back down by your thighs. "Sit still and let me finish my work." He said, watching you squirm slightly as he held your thighs at his shoulders, ensuring you couldn't scurry away as he delved back in without allowing a second of processing.

Before you could even look back down at him, his mouth was at your clit, and two fingers were prodding at your entrance. He slipped them in slowly, earning a low mewl from you. Being so immediate after an orgasm, you were a touch too sensitive but not sensitive enough for it to be an issue yet. Or so you thought.

His mouth suckled at your clit, the noises becoming downright pornographic as his spit became more and more of an issue. Your hips jumped, only to yank away and press downward into the bed, your body unable to figure out if it needed more or if it wanted him to let up and give you a damn break.

"Fuck! S-slow down, would you?" You huffed, hands making a shaky effort to push his head away. His efforts tripled, and you cried at the sudden overwhelming sensation. He let you squirm, let your hips jolt, but never let up on his endless stimulation inside and out. His fingers curled, pressing harshly against your g-spot as he focused on your clit with his mouth. You whimpered, breath shaky and uneven as one hand stayed tugging at his hair, the other falling down to grab at the sheets below.

He looked up at you, satisfaction written all over his face as he watched your back arch, your torso tense, entire body trembling all because of him. The sight was all too much for him. He began grinding his hips down on the bed. You didn't even notice the extra bed creaking until you looked down and saw hips hips rolling against the bed, humping at it like an animal in heat.

"Fuck—Leon!" You squealed, legs completely wrapping around his head as your thighs squeezed deliciously. He watched you, fingers pumping back and forth faster, curling with every retraction in time with his mean suckling and messy licking of your poor, already so overwhelmed clit.

"Leon—oh, 'm gonna cum, please! pleasepleaseplease!"

Again, no response other than his steady stimulation. Moments later, and you were falling apart in his grasp, body twitching and shaking and curling slightly in response to the intense waves of pleasure pulling at your nerves. Your hearing went fuzzy, vision blurred, and it took Leon a minute to process that there were tears rolling down your cheeks. He let the pleasure subside slowly, but you were brought back when he inserted a third finger. Your body jolted from its relaxed state, a sobbed whimper leaving your lips.

"Nooo, fuck, please.." you breathed, eyes rolling back.

He lifted his head, allowing you a moments break. "Just one more and then I'll fuck you, yeah? Can you do that for me, sweets? Just gimme one more and I'll give you what you asked for." He reassured, kissing your thighs softly as he gave you an extended break so you could nod and accept his conditions.

You were wrong to think he'd stop at just one. Because now it was approaching five orgasms just from his mouth and fingers, and you swore you were going dumb. Your senses were overwhelmed. You could feel all the warmth and wetness between your legs, accompanied with the almost mean contrast of Leon's bearded face scratching at your thighs. He had three fingers relentlessly fucking you like it was his life's mission, his mouth focused on your clit just like it had been for the last... you couldn't remember how long it'd been, but it's been long enough for you to be on the verge of your fifth orgasm.

Tears stained and streaked your cheeks, your own drool spilling lazily from your mouth as your head lulled back and to the side, vision bleary from tears and overstimulation.

"One more. Fuck, please, just one more." He begged. He'd been grinding into the mattress this entire time, having far too much fun fucking you senseless with his mouth and hands, ensuring you were properly fucked out by the time he got to what you'd originally asked for.

"C-cant," your voice shook, a small hiccup leaving your throat.

"You can. C'mon. You know you want to." He encouraged, his voice a low murmur before he dipped his head back in and jolted you back to reality with his relentless tongue flicks against your puffy clit. A ragged sob left your lips as he tore another orgasm from you, your nerves raw and hot from the new levels of bliss and torture combined.

Leon didn't work you through it this time—pulling his mouth and fingers away and letting you twitch and cry and reach for some support from him. Instead, he let you roll away, your body curling slightly as you rolled onto your front, burying your face in the pillow with heavy, uneven breaths. He watched, and you were oblivious to him undressing and discarding the clothes somewhere off to the side.

When you finally moved to roll over, he was on you. He crawled atop of you from behind, pinning you down with his back. "Mmh," he hummed, nose pressing against your neck from behind. "We haven't even gotten to the main event." He mused. "Weren't you the one who was practically begging me to fuck you?" He teased.

"Fuck—'s too muuuch.." you whined, words dragging on as you sniffled slightly and turned to look over your shoulder at him. Your eyes pleaded louder than you could, and he just feigned pity.

"Oh, my poor baby," he purred sweetly against your neck, hands smoothing their way down your body until they palmed your ass, making you jolt slightly. "I'm just giving you what you asked me for."

Your head fell, a small whine muffled by the pillow as you felt his length, finally bare and aching, leaking angrily against your cunt. There was no warning, no caution, nothing. He pushed in with a steady, easy thrust, bottoming out with ease. You choked on a gasp, back arching with your butt pressing up against his pelvis, body subconsciously chasing more.

"Ooh, there we go." He groaned, heavy and thick inside of you as he began with light, shallow thrusts, allowing you to feel how full you felt with him in this position. Your body flat on the bed, legs shut tight with his knees on either side of your thighs, keeping you from opening your legs or squirming away, his body pressed firm and heavy against your back in order to keep you still.

"Leon," you hiccuped lightly, eyes rolling back despite the overwhelming attention from him.

"Shh, shh, just let it happen, sweet thing." He cooed softly. "Gonna fuck you so—mmh—so good you won't want another cock for the rest of your life." He growled, face nudging into the crook of your shoulder and neck.

At this point, all you could do was take it, patient and needy. It'd become hard to form words, your mind turned to mush thanks to him and his magic hands and magic mouth. He picked up the pace, finding a deeper, faster, brutal pace that elicited louder sobs and moans from your lips. You felt your pussy clamp down, and he only chuckled, thrusts relentless in their pursuit to make sure you came first.

His arms wrapped around your waist, tugging you up a little bit by your lower torso as he pounded deep into your cunt, relishing in every sound and jolt from you. You were shocked your body hadn't fallen limp. You were still shaking—tense, back arching, thighs squeezing shut. To no surprise, you were on the verge of finishing again. Already. It was embarrassing to be so close so easily, but with how he'd ensured proper prep and pleasure before this, it wasn't a surprise. And it made it less embarrassing when he choked on his own noises.

"Fuck, you're so fuckin' perfect like this. So good for me. 'M so close.." he breathed, brows furrowing as he tried to maintain a steady rhythm and pace. You didn't need to warn him—he felt you twitching and pulsing around him, and within moments of your own orgasm snapping in your belly, your warmth gushing around his cock, he was letting go just as easily. Thick spurts of his cum flooded your cunt, making you jolt and squirm. A sensation you had yet to get used to.

He fell forward on top of you, shaky as he tried not to crush you. He barely pulled out and fell off to the side, his arm draped over your lower back as he rolled you onto your side and spooned you from behind. His hand reached down, snaking between your thighs to feel the mess as his cum slowly spilled out of your twitchy pussy. You gave a faint cry at the feeling, pushing his hand away with a shake of your head.

"No more." You insisted, barely reaching for the blanket to cover your lower body. He chuckled.

"You did so good. Took it all so perfectly." He purred, bringing his hand up to shamelessly clean the mess he'd scooped up—a lewd mix of cum and wetness and spit.

You were already on the verge of falling asleep. Your head fell onto the pillow, body completely limp and spent. He didn't interrupt. He gently shifted you so your neck wasn't crooked like it had been, kissing your shoulder and neck as he let you fully drift off.

"G'night, sweets." He curled around you, engulfing you in his warmth and letting you melt in his arms. He hoped the morning would come with a proper discussion now that he had made his decision.

Waking up sore was unusual. Your hips ached, thighs sore like you'd just hit leg day the night prior, and when you finally moved to roll over and sit up, you were reminded of the reason.

Leon, your unbelievably hot neighbor, was at your side, laid on his stomach with an arm draped over you to keep you from moving too far. With you sitting up, his arm fell to your lap, and you shivered slightly at the lingering sensitivity that you felt between your thighs as they closed. You tried to shimmy away without disturbing him, but he noticed. Without even opening his eyes, he tugged you to lay back down, crawling slightly to his body pressed you half into the mattress.

"Don't leave so early." He rasped quietly. "Gonna leave me alone in a cold bed?" He teased, chest rumbling with a chuckle.

You realized the power was back on as you looked at your alarm clock, red digital numbers glaring at you as they read 11:06 a.m. "Leon, it's 11:00 a.m." You said bluntly, only to hear him groan as he squeezed you closer, arms wrapping tight around your hips.

"You got somewhere to be?" He joked quietly.

"Yeah, the shower." You said. "Someone made a mess and didn't clean it." You looked away, cheeks flushed slightly.

"Mmh, that so?" He finally opened his eyes, looking at you as he finally let you sit up. "I don't recall being the one who was crying—" He paused, clearing his throat before continuing, "fuck, leon, please! Don't stop, oh, don't stooop!" He mocked your noises from the night before, making you turn around to glare at him with a face as red as a tomato.

"Was that really necessary?" You grumbled. He sat up with a chuckle, scooting toward you and pulling you into a hug from behind, inhaling slowly as he buried his face into your neck.

"Necessary? No. Funny and very amusing to watch you react to? Yes. Yes, it was."

"Alright, alright, that's enough. I stink, and I'm gross." You said, wiggling your way out of his grasp to find your robe, covering yourself up.

"I think you smell great."

"Yeah, that's 'cause I smell like you and your sweat."

"And a lot of other things." He grinned, mischievous. You never would've guessed your well-mannered, helpful, and sweet neighbor was such a polite freak. And this was only the beginning, you knew.

"Shut up and order breakfast like you said you would." You shuffled away, steps uneven and shaky due to the soreness.

"Aww, I can't join you? I stink, too!" He shuffled out of bed and padded after you.

"Fine. But don't try anything. I'm sore enough." You huffed, grabbing a brush to brush through the mess of your hair as Leon readied the shower, ensuring it was warm enough before he hopped in, only for you to follow him in once your robe was hung up.

"You're the one who started round two last night. And three. And four." He said, stepping aside so you could warm yourself and get your hair wet to be scrubbed.

"Alright! I'm embarrassed enough, Leon." You reached forward to smack his shoulder, but he caught your hand and chuckled, kissing your palm gently.

"Okay, I'll stop. I didn't realize it'd bother you." He said, softer and no longer teasing this time. He let your hand go. When you turned to grab your shampoo, he took the bottle and stepped closer. "I'll wash you."

"You don't have to."

"I made the mess. Lemme clean it." He said simply, leaning down to kiss your shoulder before he resumed, beginning to gently scrub the shampoo into your hair, massaging your scalp gently with the rough pads of his fingers. You groaned softly, melting into the touch as you leaned into him, eyes falling shut. Maybe this is why he had such nice hair—he definitely knew how to take care of hair. A good scalp scrub and massage was exactly what you needed.

He cleaned you first before he even tried to move onto himself. He helped you detangle your hair and let the conditioner soak while you brushed your teeth. He scrubbed your arms, legs, and back before you told him you'd clean the rest yourself. He nodded. You let him turn around and begin cleaning himself as you finished scrubbing your body, ensuring nothing was left unclean.

You stepped under the water to rinse off, letting Leon wash his hair off to the side before you ran your hands through your hair and scrubbed around to ensure no soap or residue was left behind. You stepped out first, letting Leon finish cleaning himself. You realized too late that maybe you should've offered to clean him in return, but you didn't know if he'd let you or want you to. You wrapped yourself in a towel, using a different, smaller towel to dry your hair. You wiped the mirror clear of steam, sighing as you moved to wash your face and do some skincare as an effort to move about your morning like nothing was weird or new.

Leon got out of the shower as you finished at the mirror. You handed him the towel that you'd used on your hair, and he let it hang low on his hips.

"I'll order us some breakfast. Or.. well, lunch? What are you in the mood for?" He asked, reaching for his clothes that were neatly folded on the sink counter.

"Order what you want. I don't really eat much in the mornings." You said quietly, shrugging as you stepped out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.

"Well, tell me what you will eat. You don't have to eat immediately." He said, following after you and sitting on the bed in his towel.

"Uh... I don't know. Just get breakfast food." You said, waving him off dismissively as you shuffled through your clothes and found a t-shirt, a sports bra, underwear, and some loose sweatpants. It was still chilly in the house, given the weather was still cloudy and dim, the sun nowhere in sight.

"You want a breakfast burrito? A sandwich? Pancakes?" He asked, scrolling through an app on his phone.

"I'll have a burrito."

"Bacon? Sausage? Both?"

"Both."

Leon focused on ordering food while you got dressed, and by the time he finished ordering, you were laying back down on the bed, exhaling heavily as your head was turned away, body flat on your stomach. Leon got himself dressed, using the towel to dry his hair before he came to crouch on the side of the bed, gently tapping your thigh.

"Hey," he murmured. "You okay?"

"Mhmm." You nodded with a slow hum, blinking slowly at him as you shifted your head to look at him.

"You look a little upset." He observed.

"'M not." You mumbled. "Just tired."

"Okay. I won't bug." He soothed softly at your thigh before he stood, circled the bed, and sat down next to you. He didn't cuddle up to you like he had been earlier—just sat close to provide his presence and offer his help if you wanted it.

Ten minutes passed. Leon kept himself busy, and at the ten minute mark, he gently laid a hand over your hip, thumb rubbing up and down. "You asleep?" He asked quietly.

You rolled over onto your back, huffing heavily at the effort it took. "No. Just laying down." You said, clearing your throat slightly.

"There's something bugging you."

"You said you wouldn't bug."

"That was before you laid there in silence for ten minutes and you're not napping."

He was right. There was something on your mind. But how could you ask him 'what are we?' when all that happened was sex. It was just sex. That's it. Sex with a whole bunch of confessions and sweet names and praise and care. But you didn't care call it anything sweeter than sex. You sighed and closed your eyes.

"Do you want me to go?" He asked. "If you need to be alone—"

"No. I just... I'm not sure."

"About what?" He turned to you, brow raised with curiosity.

"Last night." You opened your eyes to look up at him.

He froze. He immediately felt bad. Did you regret it? Did he make you feel pressured? Were you upset? Were you mad? He tried not to let it show how anxious your words made him. He cleared his throat.

"What about last night? What are you not sure about?"

"I don't normally sleep with people that I don't have feelings for." You paused. Leon's chest squeezed a little at that. "I didn't think I had feelings for you, Leon. But then we.. we had sex. And now I'm confused of whether I'm just that starved of love or if I've actually got a thing for my fucking neighbor." You brought the blanket up to cover your face with a groan, and Leon exhaled quietly through his nose.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know it'd make you question things like that." He murmured. "Are you okay?" He asked softly.

"I'm fine. It's not like I regret it. I just... I feel pinned. I'm worried that if I don't have a thing for you, you'll think I'm leading you on. If I do have a thing for you, that leaves it up to you for whether you have a thing for me."

"Okay." He nodded. He reached out and took the blanket away. You groaned at him, sitting upright. "I don't care if you don't have feelings for me. Sure, it'd be nice, but it's not the end of the world if you don't. Nobody said we have to put a label on anything. You can relax and feel it out." He said softly, reaching out to cup your cheeks.

"And you don't care that it might not happen again?"

"Couldn't care less. If you don't want it again, it won't happen." He stated simply.

"Thank you." You sighed.

"Whether we become a thing or not, you're still someone I care about. Nothing would change that." He reassured. You leaned in to give him a hug, only to be startled by the sound of someone knocking at the front door.

Leon pulled back. "Is it the food?" You asked. He checked his notifications, nodding.

"Yeah. I'll grab it." He shuffled away. You moved to follow him. "You can stay here." He said.

"I don't eat in bed." You said. He nodded, letting you pass by to go to the kitchen as he went to grab the food from the delivery guy. He came to meet you at the makeshift dining table in the kitchen area, sitting across from you as you he distributed the food. He gave you your burrito and set a small fruit tray between you two after he grabbed his own food, which was some kind of breakfast sandwich—it looked like bacon, egg, and cheese on a biscuit.

It was quiet while you two ate, but a more comfortable silence than the one earlier. You couldn't help but wonder if things would progress. Leon liked you a little, clearly. He didn't seem like a guy to sleep around for no reason, and he expressed how much he cared for you, so part of you was reassured that he wasn't using you in any way. It took about half an hour for you both to finish your food, and in that time, you had made a temporary decision.

"Leon?" You spoke up quietly, biting into a strawberry from the tray that was half eaten by now.

"Yeah?" He asked, voice muffled with the mouthful of pineapple he was chewing on.

"You said we don't have to put a label on it yet, right?" You looked up at him, watching his curiosity morph into realization.

"Of course not. We're both adults. We can have fun without trouble." He nodded.

"Soo.. what happened last night."

"It can happen again so long as we're both on the same page." He said simply, biting into another pineapple slice.

"Okay. Cool." You nodded in understanding before rising to your feet to begin clearing the table.

"Are you asking in general or..?"

"In general. Just... just to know." You shrugged.

He chuckled, nodding. "Okay. Well, what's on the plan for the day? You got things to do?" He asked, leaning back with a hum.

"Mmh, not really. I do have to check on my garden, probably clean up some of the yard. I doubt we had such a storm without some tree branches falling." You huffed. "I also need to go to the store. And probably clean the inside of my car." You groaned, slouching forward slightly.

"I'm free all day." He said.

"I'm glad you are. You work a lot." You said, humming to yourself as you thought up a layout for your plans.

"I'm offering to help, sweets." He said, watching as you raised a brow. "Don't question me. Just let me help you out."

"Normally, I'd give in, but you not only already spent a night with me, but I think it'd be best if we parted for the day. I can handle my errands and chores on my own." You said, hoping you didn't sound too mean or dismissive.

He was quiet for a moment. Not because he was offended, or worried, or upset, but because you usually didn't say no with such a clear, steady reason. He was a little impressed by the confidence in your refusal. He nodded, clearing his throat.

"Aaaand..." he dragged out the word with a pause, lips pursing in mock thought. "This isn't a bad parting, right?" He asked, indirectly seeking his own kind of reassurance.

"No. Not the bad kind. Just the kind where I have things to do, a lot happened last night, a lot was said, and while breakfast has been very nice, I think a day or two of thinking is due." You said, shrugging as you leaned back against the kitchen counter and looked at him.

"Okay. Just had to check." He rose to his feet, stretching his arms above his head. Your gaze dropped, almost on instinct, catching that damn happy trail that peeked out with his soft, pudgy tummy that showed whenever he'd stretch. God, even when you said you needed a bit to think, your mind couldn't stay out of the gutter. You looked away, sighing at yourself.

He stepped forward with a heavy exhale, hand coming to cup your cheek. "Call me when you're ready to see me again? For anything. There's no requirements. No time limit or due date." He reassured quietly.

"You know I will. Not like I could stay away if my life depended on it." You murmured, lips pursing at your own words.

"Would it be wrong if I asked for a goodbye kiss?" He asked, voice even softer if that was possible at all.

You rolled your eyes, fighting off a small smile as you leaned up and gave him the small kiss. A soft peck that melted into a more passionate connection of your lips to his. He had to force himself to pull away, offering a soft peck to your cheek as he stepped back.

"Don't be a stranger, sweets." He purred.

"Never." You breathed.

"I'll talk to you later." He stepped away, leaving you alone in your kitchen, then alone in your house.

Torture. The next few days were torture. Not because you were stressed, or you had a bad week. Weirdly enough, you had a great week, but the week was torture because you wouldn't let yourself call Leon or even text him or even say hello to him in the mornings like you usually would since you two left around the same time.

Leon didn't hold it personally. You'd explained your need for space. He knew it'd be a few days before you could properly talk with him again. But he didn't expect you to call him so late on a Tuesday. He'd been relaxing for bed, reading some new book as his reading glasses hung low on his nose, like he was barely even using them. Just as he finished a chapter, his phone buzzed at his nightstand, and he checked the clock on the wall with a brow raised. 11 p.m., far too late to be getting calls.

He picked up the phone to see your name as the ID. He picked up a little too enthusiastically. "Hello?" He cleared his throat.

"Leon?" Your voice was soft, barely audible over the phone. He blinked, almost worried at the softness of your tone, like you were about to deliver bad news.

"Are you alright, sweets?"

"Mhmm." You hummed. "'M jus' bored.." your words slurred faintly, and he breathed in relief.

"You're not drunk, are you?" He asked, voice firm in search of an honest answer.

"No." You groaned, and he heard fabric shuffle as you sat upright and cleared your throat to speak clearer. "I don't call people if I'm drunk, dummy."

"Well, you can't blame me for asking." He scoffed faintly. "Do you need something? You don't usually call this late."

"I... may or may not want some company." You murmured, and he set his book aside in an instant.

"You do or don't? I need a proper answer." He insisted.

"Leon." You whined, and he clicked his tongue. He waited. "Fine. Yes. I'm lonely and I want company. Please come over." You spat out, stubbornly admitting your need for his presence after such a week.

"Unlock the door for me, I'll be there in a minute. You want me to bring anything?" You heard him shuffle out of bed, his book smacking down on his nightstand and followed by his footsteps and a door closing—likely his bedroom door.

"No. Just yourself. Doors unlocked." You said, laying back down on your bed with your cheek pressed into the pillow.

"Door already unlocked? What, you knew I'd say yes?" He snickered.

"Just get over here." You grumbled, only to hang up the phone. He snickered again as you went to the kitchen and sat on your counter, waiting patiently as you poured yourself a glass of cheap wine. Your second glass in an hour.

Leon got there in about two minutes, only taking an extra minute or two to put on shoes, lock the house up, and ensure all was safe before he was stepping through your front door, kicking out of his shoes. He peeked around the dim entrance area where he could see into the living room, only for him to slip further in and find you in the kitchen, only a wall lamp on as you sipped on your wine. Or, well, what you considered sips. They were definitely full drinks. Not small, normal sips. Leon raised a brow.

"So you have been drinking." He crossed his arms, stepping closer.

"Forgive me for needing a little liquid courage." You stuck your tongue out, and he rolled his eyes. He stopped, standing between your legs.

"So? What's the liquid courage needed for?" He asked. "Don't tell me you need wine to talk to me."

"No. I need wine to tell you specific things." You huffed.

"Mmh, like what? Because I don't think it'd be smart to get physical under the influence." He hummed.

"Who said I wanted to get physical?" You leaned in, squinting dramatically.

"Oh, sorry. I just assumed. The wine, the dim lighting, the late night call." He shrugged, leaning away.

"Wrong. I called you because I wanted to ask if you'd be open to doing that again."

"Doing what?" He asked softly, swaying slightly at the hips between your legs.

"What we did the other night."

"And what did we do?"

"God, I hate you." You groaned, leaning back and taking a final big drink to finish off your wine before you set the glass down, almost too hard on the counter as it clanked a little too loud, making your nose scrunch. You looked up at Leon, brows furrowed.

"You hate me, so you invited me over?" He mused.

"Listen. I may not be in a great romantic spot as of late, but I do know that I like you. I feel comfortable around you. And I'm pissed off because I just ignored you for basically a whole week. And I'd like to do it again."

"I'd like to have you specifically tell me what you wanna do because you've got wine in your system, and I need to know we're on the same page." He said bluntly.

"Ugh." You leaned forward, nose barely tickling his as you hesitated to say it out loud. You were clearly still embarrassed by it. By the vulnerability of what happened. But you spit it out eventually. "I want to have sex again." You murmured, almost too quiet.

"You're lucky I don't make you say it louder." He leaned in and finally connected his lips to yours, satisfying only the beginning of your needs. He pressed his body closer between your thighs, both hands dropping to grasp at your hips.

"Leon." You breathed a soft whimper of his name, scooting closer to the edge of the counter to wrap your legs around his hips.

"Fuck, don't do that." He hissed—not out of pain, but out of the restraint he had to force in order to keep himself from going too quickly.

You gave a soft moan as you pushed closer and deepened the kiss, one hand coming up to grab at the back of his neck. Leon's hand crept upward, slow and careful, just like the first time. You tried to encourage him to move faster by the subtle jolts and grinds of your hips, but he either didn't catch on or he didn't feel the need to speed up yet.

"Let's do this properly this time." He breathed, hoisting you fully into his hold. He stumbled blindly before he had to pull away, huffing quietly as he trudged toward your bedroom.

"I don't care about being proper. Just fuck me already." You groaned as he laid you on the bed, crawling atop of you and spreading your legs apart.

"Oh, poor thing," his tone mimicked pity, but his face morphed into a smirk, far too satisfied with the sight that met him as he sat back between your spread legs. "I wasn't your first, was I? You're so needy, I'd think you're addicted." He teased.

"No, you—" You grumbled, cheeks flushing wildly at the thought. "Just because I liked the sex doesn't mean I've got some stupid addiction to you."

"Really? Because this spot right here.." he paused, a hand coming down to suddenly press to a damp spot on the thin fabric of your shorts. He felt your body twitch at the indirect contact. "Are you always this easy to excite? Or is it just me?" He tilted his head and let his thumb shift upward to find your clit, making your head fall back and your body shiver into a pile of mush under his touch.

"Fuck you." You exhaled heavily, eyes closed.

"Mmh, tempting. Though, I'm here to deal with you. Not the other way around." He retracted his hand and let you huff, far too annoyed with the games he was playing. "You gonna answer me so we can get on with it, or are you gonna make me put this entire thing on hold?"

"I can make myself wetter than this." You huffed stubbornly.

"Oh, yeah? I'd love to see you try." He reached forward and gently peeled down the fabric of your shorts before discarding them easily, leaving them tossed aside somewhere at the foot of the bed.

"Leon, please." You whined, raw and almost shameless. He'd think it was shameless if it weren't for you trying to cover up and keep him from looking at your body for too long. He wondered why you were so squirmy this time. Maybe it was the proper lighting. He could see everything so much easier in the electrical lighting over the overhead light rather than the candlelight from the first time.

"You're lucky I'm a merciful man." He murmured, shifting himself so he was on top of you, his hips keeping you from closing your legs. You, much to your embarrassment, clung to him like he was your lifeline. He leaned down, slow, his lips ghosting over yours before he dipped down and found your collarbone, slowly mouthing his way down as he tugged at the collar of your shirt, groaning when it's stretch stopped exposing more. He pulled back and pulled you with, barely letting you breathe as he tugged the shirt over your head and laid you back down, lips immediately latching onto your skin to litter the flesh with fresh hickeys.

While he kept his mouth busy, his hips began grinding against you. The thick length that you remembered so vividly felt harder than the first time—if that was even possible—as the head of his cock nudged against your clit through the layers of fabric. It made you shiver, thighs twitching as your back arched and returned the same roll of your hips, hands clawing faintly at his shirt as your head fell back. A soft "Oh, god," left your lips, and Leon chuckled.

"Say my name, sweets. You say it so pretty." He purred, hips rolling heavier into you, his weight pressing you into the mattress in a way you never knew you'd enjoy. It was suffocating in a way that made your pussy throb, body shaking slightly beneath him.

"Leon!" You squeaked, jolting as his mouth found your nipple over the fabric of your bralette. The fabric became quickly soaked with his spit, warm as he suckled and nipped at your hardened nub beneath the lacy fabric.

Through your panties, the dark patch of wetness began to seep into his jeans, mixing lewdly with his own dark spot of precum building. You couldn't tell which was which at this point, and neither of you could care less. His mouth switched over to the other nipple, leaving the first one alone as the spit began to cool with the lack of warmth from his mouth. You whimpered at the sensation, body shivering. His pelvis pushed harder, like he couldn't find the right amount of pressure for either of you, despite how he was basically crushing you into the bed. You groaned, messily bucking back up into him as your hands roamed his back, trying to find something more to grab onto besides his shirt.

Leon jolted slightly when he felt both of your hands palm his ass. He was stunned for a moment, looking up at you with wide eyes. Through your delirious state, you giggled and patted his butt.

"You're supposed to be the shy one." He squinted slightly, only teasing before he sat upright, grabbing your hips. "Are you getting impatient? Is that what this is?"

You nodded, shame and embarrassment slowly leaving your system. "All you're doing is humping at me like a damn dog." You panted faintly.

"And you're having a damn good time." He said, scoffing slightly as he pulled his hips away and looked down at the patch you left on his jeans.

"Yeah, so put the foreplay to use." You demanded with another huff.

"Who said I was done?" He said, tugging you down slightly so you were properly on your back, legs spread as he scooted downward, diving forward to kiss at your lower belly, leaving a light spot that would bloom into a short lived bruise later.

Leon tugged your panties downward and let them hang on one of your ankles, kissing softly at the start of the bush between your thighs. Almost immediately, your hand came to rest at the back of his head, your body melting as you were finally about to get everything you wanted.

You were right—everything you wanted. Leon's lips finally made contact with your clit, offering an experimental lick, and then a soft suck. You squeaked faintly, barely audible to him as your thighs squeezed around his head and acted like earmuffs. He maintained steady focus on your clit, switching randomly between flicks of his tongue, circling your clit with his tongue pointed, and the suckling and kissing like he was making out with your pussy. He really knew how to work his mouth, and that alone made you shaky.

Your hips shifted and bucked against his mouth, and you would've sworn he was the one receiving with the way he moaned into you, lapping at your cunt like a man deprived of any and all nutrients and needs. Leon worked his way down after a while, eventually lapping more at your folds and entrance, only to delve in and let his tongue do the work. You squeaked, a gasp following as you felt his nose nudge at your clit perfectly from the underside. You mewled at the sensation, thighs shaking.

"Fuck, Leon," you gasped, back arching. "Don't—please don't stop." You pleaded through a whimper, grinding upward against his face. He didn't try to respond, only steadily continuing his efforts and ensuring you continued to get closer. And closer. And closer.

Until your hands were digging into his hair, pulling as you cried out, barely sputtering out a warning as he fucked his tongue back and forth, letting out a moan of satisfaction as he felt your pussy squeeze, followed by twitching and convulsing of your walls, your wetness making a mess of his face mixing in with his spit.

One you were no longer pulling his hair, back dropped back onto the mattress, he pulled back, only to lay his head on your thigh, panting softly as he looked up at you, clearly satisfied with his work so far. Your hands fell, one lazily pressing your fingertips against his cheek as the other completely fell to your side as your eyes fell shut.

"Wow, that's a bigger look of relief than the other night. My mouth works that well?" He purred, hands soothing along the outside of your thighs.

"Don't ruin the moment." You breathed, lazily pushing at his face and putting your palm over his mouth. You were jolted upright when he licked your palm. "Eugh! Really?" You reached down to wipe your hand on his shirt, grumbling.

"You let me eat you out, but you call it gross if I lick your palm? God, you make no sense." He snickered, pulling you back down by your thighs. "Sit still and let me finish my work." He said, watching you squirm slightly as he held your thighs at his shoulders, ensuring you couldn't scurry away as he delved back in without allowing a second of processing.

Before you could even look back down at him, his mouth was at your clit, and two fingers were prodding at your entrance. He slipped them in slowly, earning a low mewl from you. Being so immediate after an orgasm, you were a touch too sensitive but not sensitive enough for it to be an issue yet. Or so you thought.

His mouth suckled at your clit, the noises becoming downright pornographic as his spit became more and more of an issue. Your hips jumped, only to yank away and press downward into the bed, your body unable to figure out if it needed more or if it wanted him to let up and give you a damn break.

"Fuck! S-slow down, would you?" You huffed, hands making a shaky effort to push his head away. His efforts tripled, and you cried at the sudden overwhelming sensation. He let you squirm, let your hips jolt, but never let up on his endless stimulation inside and out. His fingers curled, pressing harshly against your g-spot as he focused on your clit with his mouth. You whimpered, breath shaky and uneven as one hand stayed tugging at his hair, the other falling down to grab at the sheets below.

He looked up at you, satisfaction written all over his face as he watched your back arch, your torso tense, entire body trembling all because of him. The sight was all too much for him. He began grinding his hips down on the bed. You didn't even notice the extra bed creaking until you looked down and saw hips hips rolling against the bed, humping at it like an animal in heat.

"Fuck—Leon!" You squealed, legs completely wrapping around his head as your thighs squeezed deliciously. He watched you, fingers pumping back and forth faster, curling with every retraction in time with his mean suckling and messy licking of your poor, already so overwhelmed clit.

"Leon—oh, 'm gonna cum, please! pleasepleaseplease!"

Again, no response other than his steady stimulation. Moments later, and you were falling apart in his grasp, body twitching and shaking and curling slightly in response to the intense waves of pleasure pulling at your nerves. Your hearing went fuzzy, vision blurred, and it took Leon a minute to process that there were tears rolling down your cheeks. He let the pleasure subside slowly, but you were brought back when he inserted a third finger. Your body jolted from its relaxed state, a sobbed whimper leaving your lips.

"Nooo, fuck, please.." you breathed, eyes rolling back.

He lifted his head, allowing you a moments break. "Just one more and then I'll fuck you, yeah? Can you do that for me, sweets? Just gimme one more and I'll give you what you asked for." He reassured, kissing your thighs softly as he gave you an extended break so you could nod and accept his conditions.

You were wrong to think he'd stop at just one. Because now it was approaching five orgasms just from his mouth and fingers, and you swore you were going dumb. Your senses were overwhelmed. You could feel all the warmth and wetness between your legs, accompanied with the almost mean contrast of Leon's bearded face scratching at your thighs. He had three fingers relentlessly fucking you like it was his life's mission, his mouth focused on your clit just like it had been for the last... you couldn't remember how long it'd been, but it's been long enough for you to be on the verge of your fifth orgasm.

Tears stained and streaked your cheeks, your own drool spilling lazily from your mouth as your head lulled back and to the side, vision bleary from tears and overstimulation.

"One more. Fuck, please, just one more." He begged. He'd been grinding into the mattress this entire time, having far too much fun fucking you senseless with his mouth and hands, ensuring you were properly fucked out by the time he got to what you'd originally asked for.

"C-cant," your voice shook, a small hiccup leaving your throat.

"You can. C'mon. You know you want to." He encouraged, his voice a low murmur before he dipped his head back in and jolted you back to reality with his relentless tongue flicks against your puffy clit. A ragged sob left your lips as he tore another orgasm from you, your nerves raw and hot from the new levels of bliss and torture combined.

Leon didn't work you through it this time—pulling his mouth and fingers away and letting you twitch and cry and reach for some support from him. Instead, he let you roll away, your body curling slightly as you rolled onto your front, burying your face in the pillow with heavy, uneven breaths. He watched, and you were oblivious to him undressing and discarding the clothes somewhere off to the side.

When you finally moved to roll over, he was on you. He crawled atop of you from behind, pinning you down with his back. "Mmh," he hummed, nose pressing against your neck from behind. "We haven't even gotten to the main event." He mused. "Weren't you the one who was practically begging me to fuck you?" He teased.

"Fuck—'s too muuuch.." you whined, words dragging on as you sniffled slightly and turned to look over your shoulder at him. Your eyes pleaded louder than you could, and he just feigned pity.

"Oh, my poor baby," he purred sweetly against your neck, hands smoothing their way down your body until they palmed your ass, making you jolt slightly. "I'm just giving you what you asked me for."

Your head fell, a small whine muffled by the pillow as you felt his length, finally bare and aching, leaking angrily against your cunt. There was no warning, no caution, nothing. He pushed in with a steady, easy thrust, bottoming out with ease. You choked on a gasp, back arching with your butt pressing up against his pelvis, body subconsciously chasing more.

"Ooh, there we go." He groaned, heavy and thick inside of you as he began with light, shallow thrusts, allowing you to feel how full you felt with him in this position. Your body flat on the bed, legs shut tight with his knees on either side of your thighs, keeping you from opening your legs or squirming away, his body pressed firm and heavy against your back in order to keep you still.

"Leon," you hiccuped lightly, eyes rolling back despite the overwhelming attention from him.

"Shh, shh, just let it happen, sweet thing." He cooed softly. "Gonna fuck you so—mmh—so good you won't want another cock for the rest of your life." He growled, face nudging into the crook of your shoulder and neck.

At this point, all you could do was take it, patient and needy. It'd become hard to form words, your mind turned to mush thanks to him and his magic hands and magic mouth. He picked up the pace, finding a deeper, faster, brutal pace that elicited louder sobs and moans from your lips. You felt your pussy clamp down, and he only chuckled, thrusts relentless in their pursuit to make sure you came first.

His arms wrapped around your waist, tugging you up a little bit by your lower torso as he pounded deep into your cunt, relishing in every sound and jolt from you. You were shocked your body hadn't fallen limp. You were still shaking—tense, back arching, thighs squeezing shut. To no surprise, you were on the verge of finishing again. Already. It was embarrassing to be so close so easily, but with how he'd ensured proper prep and pleasure before this, it wasn't a surprise. And it made it less embarrassing when he choked on his own noises.

"Fuck, you're so fuckin' perfect like this. So good for me. 'M so close.." he breathed, brows furrowing as he tried to maintain a steady rhythm and pace. You didn't need to warn him—he felt you twitching and pulsing around him, and within moments of your own orgasm snapping in your belly, your warmth gushing around his cock, he was letting go just as easily. Thick spurts of his cum flooded your cunt, making you jolt and squirm. A sensation you had yet to get used to.

He fell forward on top of you, shaky as he tried not to crush you. He barely pulled out and fell off to the side, his arm draped over your lower back as he rolled you onto your side and spooned you from behind. His hand reached down, snaking between your thighs to feel the mess as his cum slowly spilled out of your twitchy pussy. You gave a faint cry at the feeling, pushing his hand away with a shake of your head.

"No more." You insisted, barely reaching for the blanket to cover your lower body. He chuckled.

"You did so good. Took it all so perfectly." He purred, bringing his hand up to shamelessly clean the mess he'd scooped up—a lewd mix of cum and wetness and spit.

You were already on the verge of falling asleep. Your head fell onto the pillow, body completely limp and spent. He didn't interrupt. He gently shifted you so your neck wasn't crooked like it had been, kissing your shoulder and neck as he let you fully drift off.

"G'night, sweets." He curled around you, engulfing you in his warmth and letting you melt in his arms. He hoped the morning would come with a proper discussion now that he had made his decision.

Muscles were rippling under taut skin, droplets of sweat trickling down, being lapped up by the crevices emerging with every flowing movement. 

How Lottie didn’t get caught up in the athletic and technical demands of ballet and forget about her facial expressions was beyond you. Somehow she managed to make it look easy, relaxing, like she was a fairy dancing in a field of flowers.

Your eldest was like a perfectly trained government agent: highly focused, executing every movement with the utmost skill, using her body as a weapon. Out of all your children, she was the one most like Leon. 

The music stopped and you wiped away the tears that had formed in the corner of your eyes, clapping your hands in applause. 

Lottie, out of breath, let herself sink down from the tips of her pointe shoes and walked up to you. “Thank you, mom.” 

You pulled her into a hug. “I’m so proud of you. I don’t know if I tell you that enough.” 

She chuckled. “You do. All the time.” 

You squeezed her tighter. “Good. Because that’s my job.” 

Lottie shook her head. “You’re so much more than that,” she whispered.  “And you need to let me go, I‘m sweaty as hell.“

'Letting go' had been your trigger word recently. You inhaled Lottie‘s scent. Your little girl. All grown up. If you thought about it for too long, you would burst into tears again like every other night ever since she had signed the contract with the American Contemporary Ballet. 

“I’m just not ready,” you had sobbed into Leon’s chest. “When I look at her, all I see is my baby.” 

Lottie slipped out of your embrace, sinking down into the splits on the floor, stretching out her legs. 

“Mom, can you pass me my bag?” 

You did as requested and she rummaged for a gatorade and a granola bar. She also took out a notebook and a pen, checking the labels on her food and scribbling numbers onto the paper. 

“You know, I would really like it if you stopped doing that,” you said, sitting down beside her. 

She rolled her eyes. “I’m counting calories to make sure I eat enough to maintain my weight, mom. I’m not trying to lose any.” 

You sighed. "Are you sure?"

She looked at you like you had lost your mind, demonstratively stretching her upper body down to cup the soles of her foot.

“I worked really hard for the perfect ratio between weight and muscle so I can throw my leg up as quickly and as elegantly as possible. I’m not giving that up. Especially not with performance season approaching.” 

You grimaced. Lottie was being too hard on herself. Also exactly like Leon. Sometimes when you looked at your daughter, you saw him, twenty-one and determined to be the best cop the world had ever seen. You certainly hoped the American Contemporary Ballet in Los Angeles wasn’t anything like Raccoon City. 

“Are you nervous?” 

She crinkled her nose. “A little. New city and all that. I also hear the ACB runs a tight ship. We’ll see.” 

“Well, if it doesn’t work out, you can always come back,” you offered, not entirely selflessly maybe.

“Mom, you have to let me go,” Lottie said, smiling at you. “I’m the same age you were when you had me.” 

You blew out a breath. That was insane. To think you were Lottie's age when you had your first baby. You had felt young then, but seeing your daughter at that age made you realise how young you really were. 

“But I did a good job,” you murmured. “I did, right?” 

Lottie smiled. “Yeah, you did. And you still are. Even though Ollie is a handful.” 

“He’s fourteen. Being a teenage boy is hard,” you defended him. 

Lottie scribbled in her notebook. “I know, he’s making it everybody else’s problem too.” 

Back home, Leon was filling up a plastic tub of cold water and dumped a whole bunch of ice cubes in there.

You were fixing yourself a snack, while Lottie was sitting at the kitchen table, patiently waiting for her father to ice her feet. Anytime you told Leon he was spoiling his daughters, he would just shrug it off, smiling. 

“You know, if I didn’t know you have an IUD, I would get really worried right now,” he murmured, pointing his chin at your peanut butter, pickle and bacon sandwich. 

You shot him a dirty look. “Don’t yuck my yum.” You searched the counter top. “Where’s the mayo? Did you get new mayo?” 

“I did get mayo.” He chuckled, carrying the plastic tub over to Lottie. “It’s in the fridge.”

She hissed when her feet hit the ice water. 

“Is that good, or do you need more ice?” Leon asked, looking up at her. 

She shook her head, holding on to his shoulders. “No, that's just the right amount of painful, thank you.” 

You closed the fridge. “Leon, you did not get mayo.” 

He wrinkled his forehead. “I 100% did.” 

“Alright, then why is there no mayo in the fridge?” you asked. 

Lottie faked a gag. “Oh god, please don’t let it be Ollie. I don’t want to know what use a teenage boy could have for mayo.” 

As if on call, your son walked into the kitchen. 

“Ollie, did you take the mayo?” you asked. 

He shook his head. “Why would I take the mayo?” he asked, voice breaking. 

“I don’t know, probably for some gross stuff,” Lottie murmured. 

“Lottie,” Leon warned. “Leave your brother alone.” 

“Why am I the gross one? Your messed up feet are just out here in the open,” Ollie exclaimed, voice breaking even harder. "Blisters and everything."

“They’re dancer’s feet,” Lottie shouted. “And they’re more skilled than any part of you ever will be.” 

“Guys,” Leon said, stepping between the two. “It’s Lottie’s last weekend with us before she leaves for California. Can we not do that? Can we remember that we all like each other?” 

“I guess,” Ollie said, brushing his fringe out of his face. “If she stops being such a pain in the ass.” 

You clicked your tongue scoldingly. “Tell your sister you love her. In this house we don’t fight before people leave for a long time.”  

Ollie grumbled, sitting down at the table as well. “Love you, I guess.” 

“Love you too, sometimes,” Lottie replied, accepting an ice pack from Leon to put on her knees.

Your husband sighed, looking at you for advice. You shrugged. Close enough, you guessed. 

“Mom, are you pregnant again?” Ollie asked, looking at your sandwich. 

Leon snorted.

You narrowed your eyes on him. “You know, I feel like you of all people should be really quiet when it comes to pregnancy jokes, Leon.” 

“You were there too, right? At least that’s what I remember,” he murmured, pulling you into a hug from behind and kissing you on the cheek. 

“Ew, this whole family is so gross,” Ollie whined, burying his face in his hands. Lottie kicked him under the table. 

“I’m Oliver and I have the hardest life of all hard lives because my parents love each other,” Lottie said, imitating the timbre of her brother’s voice, it cracking and everything. 

He kicked her back. 

“Stop,” you hissed. “I’m being serious.” 

Your youngest daughter, Alva, the only one of your children you had actually planned for, came walking into the kitchen, mayo jar in hand. 

“Alva, what were you doing with the mayo?” Leon asked over your shoulder. 

Her eyebrows shot up. “Nothing?”

She opened the fridge to put it back, but you snatched it from her grasp unscrewing the top, checking the inside.

“That ‘nothing’ sounds suspicious,” you said, raising an eyebrow at her. 

She gnawed on her lower lip. “It’s the only material that mimics the behaviour of plasma” she whispered. “I was doing research on the Rayleigh-Taylor instability.” 

You blew out a long breath, exchanging a look with Leon. 

“Alva, what did I tell you about nuclear fusion research?” he said, face stern.  

She crinkled her nose, looking an awful lot like her older sister. “I know. But my curiosity is a gift, remember?” 

“All of our children are insane and I blame you,” Leon whispered into your ear, before taking the mayo from your hands.

It was early enough in the morning that nobody in the house was awake yet. Especially not on a Saturday. 

Nobody except you and Leon. But that was calculated. Because after three children, if you wanted to have sex with your husband, there were very limited time slots available to you. 

Saturday morning was by far your favourite one, because what better way to start your weekend than by having your face pressed into the mattress and your ass up, several inches of smoking hot husband pounding into you from behind. 

“Leon,” you moaned. 

“I know, baby,” he whispered, voice breaking into a helpless groan, picking up his pace. 

You heard a crashing sound from downstairs. Followed by a “Mom!” from Ollie. 

Leon brought your hips down, his chest flush against your back. Less skin slapping noises in this position. Being stealthy was a skill you had mastered by child number two. 

“Ignore it,” he whispered, breath fanning the shell of your ear. “They’re old enough.” 

He moaned and kept rutting into you, making you see stars. 

“Oh fuck, Leon,” you whimpered, his hand coming up to clasp yours, both your wedding bands clinking against each other with every one of his thrusts. On your other hand, your engagement ring glinted in the dim light. The diamond on it was so big, you had been worried to wear it out at first. An entire check of hazard pay had been blown on that.

“You feel so good, baby,” Leon breathed, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix and hitting every spot deep inside of you. 

You arched your back, tilting your pelvis so he could fuck you even more deliciously and his pace faltered, breath hitching in his throat. 

“Don’t stop, I’m so close,” you whined, a high pitched moan falling from your lips. Leon shushed you, muffling his own low groan by pressing his face into your neck. 

Your walls fluttered around him, gripping him even tighter and he whimpered, pushing into you harder. You cried out and he pulled a pillow down for you to muffle your sounds in.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum,” he grunted and you turned your head to the side, meeting his gaze. 

“Me too, you fuck me so good, I can’t—” the rest of your sentence turned into a loud moan, as you came apart. Leon pushed the pillow into your face, biting down on your neck to keep himself from announcing what you were doing to the entire house. 

A loud, obnoxious knock on the door cut through the thick atmosphere of the room. 

“Mom! Dad!” Lottie yelled. “Get out of bed and take care of the kids you decided to have. Just because I’m your oldest, doesn’t mean I’m a free babysitter.” 

You and Leon were both fighting for your lives, as he spilled into you, twitching and helplessly pushing himself in deeper, as you rippled around him, losing any sense of where you were for a moment. 

Another knock. “I’m being serious, your middle child is a lunatic. Get down to the kitchen.” 

Her steps sounded on the stairs, as she ran down and you plied the pillow from your face. 

“Holy fuck,” you panted. “That was close.” 

Leon let go of your neck, also desperately trying to catch his breath. “No, that was amazing. You’re so hot.” 

You bit your lip. After twenty years of being together, give or take, you expected you both to be less horny for each other. Nobody told you it would only get worse the longer you were married. Raising three children together also only made you fall more in love with Leon every day. It was insane. There was supposed to be a limit somewhere, right? 

“You know, I think with Lottie moving away, we should send the other two somewhere, too. For like a weekend,” Leon said, nose softly brushing yours. "So you and I have some free time."

“To do what?” you asked, biting back a grin. You knew exactly why he wanted the kids out of the house. You just wanted to hear him say it.

“So I can bend you over every surface in this house, Mrs. Kennedy,” he murmured, trailing kisses along your jawline. 

You chuckled, shimmying onto your back in his arms so you could face him properly and pulled him into an unrushed kiss. “I love when you call me that,” you whispered. 

He pressed his forehead to yours, eyes fluttering shut. “I fucking love you, do you know that?” 

You smiled. “I do.” 

Leon’s hands cupped your breasts, running his thumbs over your pierced nipples. “I also love that you got these redone after Alva. Best decision you ever made.” He drew in a sharp breath and bent down to slip one of your nipples into his mouth.

You whimpered. Your boobs had been really sensitive lately. You were probably getting your period soon.

“Not the best decision I ever made,” you whispered, brushing a strand of blonde-grey hair out of his forehead. 

“Oh yeah?” Leon said, voice muffled by your nipple. “Which one was the best then? Was it me?” 

Another crashing sound from downstairs made you both flinch. 

“I don’t know, maybe I should have reproduced with someone else. Our kids are clearly a danger to the public,” you sighed, waiting for the inevitable high pitched ‘Mom!’ to follow. 

When it did, Leon buried his face in your chest. “I’ll go. You deserve a shower without anyone wanting something from you.” 

“You know, I thought it would get easier once they were all out of elementary school,” you mused, massaging his scalp.  

Leon shook his head, sinking deeper into your body, his weight pressing you down into the mattress. “It really doesn’t.” 

“What's worse? Nightly feedings or teenagers?” you asked and Leon groaned. 

“The terrible twos,” he concluded and pushed himself off of you. 

You smiled knowingly. Deep down, you and Leon had loved every bit of it, temper tantrums, sleep or no sleep, all of it.

You rolled over to your side, shamelessly ogling your husband as he put on pyjama pants and a T-shirt. He had only been getting more attractive with age. His hair beginning to grey really did something to you.

You sighed, softly squeezing your breasts. After breastfeeding three children those were not the same, either. But Leon still couldn't get enough of them.

Anytime they would get tender before your period you wondered how much time you had left. It was funny, really. When you were young you hated getting your period, but now, likely hitting menopause in the next few years, it was almost something to be celebrated.

You bit your lip. “Would you ever do it all again?” 

Leon looked at you, coming up to cup your cheek. "I'd love to but I doubt we have time for round two right now."

You shook your head. "That's not what I meant."

You thought about when all your kids were small: three year old Ollie barely reaching up to the kitchen table, while you were nursing baby Alva. And Lottie, standing on a chair, helping her father flip pancakes for Sunday breakfast. 

"I meant..." You paused. "A baby."

Leon did a double take. "A baby? What do you mean 'a baby'? Another one?"

You shrugged. "Maybe? I don’t know. It’s just … it might be our last chance to have one. If we did want another." 

Leon sighed. “Are you sure this isn’t about Lottie flying the nest?”

You gnawed on your lower lip. You had been really emotional about that lately.

Leon pressed a soft kiss to your lips. "Can you imagine getting up every two hours to take care of a newborn? Because I can't."

“Maybe you're right,” you whispered. "I don't know where this is coming from all of a sudden. I think with Lottie leaving I'm just feeling extra maternal."

"We had a good run." He nudged your nose with his. "And we have three perfect children."

Another scream from the kitchen. Alva this time. Lottie joined in, trying to mediate between her younger siblings.

"I am going to put you both in a headlock. Try me," she threatened.

Leon grimaced. "I take that back."

He let go and rushed downstairs. 

You rolled back onto your back, staring at the ceiling. You really didn’t know where that had come from. Cognitively, you knew having another baby was probably a bad idea. You already had three and except Alva, they were pretty much out of the woods.

With Leon’s job especially, it would be a little unfair to bring another baby into this. You never knew if your domestic bliss would be abruptly cut short. Leon was happy he had been there for most of his kids’ milestones so far, a new baby might not get to enjoy all these things with their father. 

Not to mention that conceiving at forty-two was probably not an easy feat either. What if you settled on it and then it just didn't happen? Or something went wrong during the pregnancy? Leon was right. It was good the way it was.

But emotionally, you kind of wanted to do it all again. Experience it one last time with Leon by your side. 

This was only because your (not so) little girl was moving across the country. To the big city no less. Your worry probably got warped into something new along the way.

You felt a little queasy this morning, too. Maybe you were coming down with something and it all came to a head now.

You took a shower, enjoying the silence while Leon defused the crisis downstairs. You couldn’t have wished for a better husband. Whatever happened, Leon and you had always been one kick-ass team. 

When you walked downstairs your whole family was sitting at the table already, Leon having somehow managed to bring peace into the chaos. Three perfect children. A perfect husband. The smell of coffee and toast in the morning. What more could you want? Your heart was already full. 

If it weren't for that horrible sour smell that hit you as soon you sat down at the table.

“Coffee?” Leon asked and you nodded. A perfect life. 

You took a sip from your cup and grimaced. “Did you not get milk yesterday?”

“I did get milk yesterday,” Leon said. “One grocery run with the mayo.” 

Your forehead wrinkled and you pulled Alva’s half-eaten bowl of cereal out of reach. “Don’t eat that.” You pushed your cup over to Leon. “Smell that. Does that smell funny to you?”

Leon paused mid-chew and held your coffee to his nose, shrugging. He took a sip. “It’s fine, babe. It’s fresh milk.” 

“It’s not, it’s sour,” you insisted and swallowed, drawing in a sharp breath as you felt your mouth salivate.

"Are you okay?" Leon asked and you shook your head, trying to figure out if you were about to throw up or not. Something wasn't right. This wasn't normal.

Leon took another sip from your coffee to make sure it was alright, just to choke on it.

Your hand flew to your mouth and you stared at him, eyes wide when you put two and two together.

“That’s impossible,” Leon rasped, battling asphyxiation. “You have an IUD.” 

“Unless it dislodged,” you whispered. 

Leon shook his head, desperately. “But you would feel that, right? I—I would feel that during sex?” 

Ollie stopped chewing. “That is so gross.” He got up from the table, taking his bowl of cereal with him.

"Ollie, sit back down," Lottie said, pulling on his sleeve, but he yanked his arm away from her.

"I do not want to hear about mom and dad doing it. That's sick," he grumbled.

"What day is it today?" you asked Lottie, calculating.

"Saturday, the 17th," she replied.

Your head whipped around to Leon. "Oh my god."

"No." Leon pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Leon, I..." you started.

"Wait, what's happening?" Alva looked between you and Leon, looking for someone to explain this to her.

Lottie burst into laughter.

"Why are you laughing?" Alva asked, annoyed that everybody was ignoring her.

"I think I'm late, hold on." You reached for your phone, checking your calendar. Did you log your last period?

"Ew," Ollie whined, pressing his palms to his ears. "You're over forty, why are you still doing it?"

Did you have your last period? Technically that should have been around the time Lottie had signed her contract with the American Contemporary Ballet. Emotions had been at an all time high, Ollie had been throwing a fit because you were discussing buying your daughter an apartment in LA. He was set on also getting one, even though that was ridiculous and he didn't need his own apartment at fourteen. Sibling rivalry at its best.

On top of that, Alva had been preparing for a science competition at school, turning your entire house into a lab whenever you turned your back to her. It had been absolute chaos.

And most importantly that had been about six weeks ago.

"No, you're not late." Leon rubbed his forehead, squeezing his eyes shut. "You're just not."

"I am," you concluded, breathlessly. You were more than late. Plus, getting all emotional and teary eyed whenever someone mentioned your oldest leaving? Sore breasts, wanting another baby all of a sudden—the nausea?

"It could be something else, right? Very early menopause maybe?" Leon tried and you knew he was listing off the exact same things in his head.

"Leon, I don't think it is," you whispered.

Lottie had a hard time breathing through her laughing fit. "Three times? Are you guys for real?"

a/n: I just had to. Low-hanging fruit.

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“Holy shit, I needed this.” Leon took over your mouth once more, his tongue choreographing with yours in a dance you both know so well. He just came back from a mission, and the moment he stepped through the door, you could sense all the tension in his body. He looked completely drained, but he claims some good love making will do him the trick of finally settling home. “I missed you so much. Thought of you with every step I took, of getting back home to you. Fuck.”

You laid under him on your shared bed, his hips grinding into yours. Leon was always so soft and careful with you. You can feel all the energy he wants to put out, but when it comes to you, he treats you like glass. You’re not complaining, you love being practically treated like a goddess he passionately worshiped, but you also want him to know that you feel safe enough with him to allow him to let go.

Your hands are already playing with the ends of his hair, so you use a soft grip to pull him away from you. “Um, Leon?”

“Yes baby?” He breathed as he looked away from your swollen lips to your eyes. Oh how you loved his attention. “Is something wrong? You want to stop?”

“No. I just want to… give you an offer.” You said slowly. Leon stayed silent to give you all the space and time you need to speak, but you can see a twinkle of curiosity in his eyes. “What if, you let loose a little, and go rough on me for once?”

His jaw slightly dropped at your words. You instantly went into a panic. “Only if you want to! It’s not that I don’t like how you already treat me, I love it really. I just thought, you seem so full of adrenaline after your mission, I’d figured you can let some of it out here.”

Leon closes his mouth, his jaw clearly clenches as he thinks. “Are you sure about this, love? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I trust you Leon. I wouldn’t have told you this if I didn’t. I thought about this for a while, and I know you would never make a move to hurt me.” You move your hand to hold his cheek. “Again, only if you want to. I’m perfectly fine to go on like we used to.”

After a moment, he sighs before looking deeply into your eyes. He places his hand over yours. “Okay, if we are going to be doing this, we need to set some rules.”

“Sure, anything.” Butterflies started to flutter in your stomach.

“One: we need to establish a safeword. What do you want to use, I’ll let you pick.” You look around your room for inspiration.

“What about light bulb?” Leon huffs out a laugh.

“Interesting. But do you think you’re able to say that?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. Two: you better use it the moment you feel uncomfortable or are in any pain. I can’t bear the idea of hurting you and you force yourself to go through it just so you don’t ‘ruin the mood.’ Do it for my sake.” You nod as the nervousness and excitement of this actually happening sets in. “No, I need you to use your words here.”

“Okay, yes I will let you know.”

“Good. And three: prepare yourself.” Leon goes to hold both of your hands and pins them above your head on the mattress. “Because I may do things even I thought I wasn’t capable of.” That sends straight heat to your core.

Leon leans down to capture your mouth with his like before, but except of it being gentle, passionate making out like it was previously, it's rough. Teeth clash and his tongue easily overtakes yours. You softly moan at the change of tone, which Leon uses the time to start nipping down your neck. When he reaches your shoulder, he gives a hard bite, sucking on the area harshly. You try to move your hands to hold onto the back of his head, but he reinforces your hands harder down on the mattress. He then raises his head and brings it next to yours, breathing into your ear. “Take your shirt and bra off. Now.”

All the usual politeness and patience was gone in those commands. He lets go of your hands and sits up as you go to do what he says. You keep eye contact with him the entire time you do it, and once you slide your bra off your form, Leon groans. He pushes you to lay back on the bed as he starts sucking marks on your collarbones. Your hands are still free, but before you get to touch him, he tuts. “No touching unless I tell you. Keep them down.” You whine as you place them next to your head. This is intense already even though you just started.

Leon’s mouth then reaches to your breasts. One of his hands goes to squeeze at one of them hard as he goes to mercilessly suck on the other. You gasp as your back arches, his actions sending tingles down your spine. “Fuck, these tits.”

He continues his treatment, switching sides as he bites and pinches. It goes on for a while and you know by now your panties are soaked.

“Leon, please-” you whine out after he gives another hard suck to one of your nipples. They feel so sore already from all of his biting. He released, his breath heavy.

“Aww what? My baby can’t wait a little longer? Be patient.” Despite his words, he has a little mercy on you and begins to trail lower down your body. You exhale in relief as you feel his lips litter small pecks on your waist. He goes to undo your jeans, roughly pulling them down until you’re now only in your underwear. He spreads your legs and whistles.

“Jesus, you’re so wet. All of this already and we barely even did anything.” He drags his pointer finger up your slit, which was made very visible by your panties sticking to it because of how aroused you are. You should be embarrassed, but you moan softly as his finger provides a bit of pressure to your clit. Leon sees this and quickly removes his finger, your hips lifting to try to get the friction back. He pins you down by the waist and stares you down, seeming to be deep in thought about what he is going to do next. You and Leon have fucked so many times, but this time, you are squirming under his glare. Leon’s eyes are dark like never before, looking like the cat that got the cream.

“Now take this off,” he demands after thinking for a moment, pulling on the waistband and letting it snap back, causing you to flinch. You rush to bring your hands down to pull them off when he stops you. “No. Slowly. Let me see you.”

You look into his eyes in defiance, but he returns it with an even darker stare than before. “Oh what, you’re going to start acting like a brat now? Do what I just fucking said.” Begrudgingly, you began slowly pulling your panties off. You close your eyes as you can feel the strings of your wetness cling to your underwear. You bring your knees up to pull it off the rest of the way, making yourself more exposed, and toss your ruined panties to the side. “Spread your legs.”

Sweat already covering your entire form, you part your legs, slightly bending your knees to give him a good view. He lets out a huge breath at seeing your bare pussy, already puffy and is begging for attention with it slick, it even has gotten to your thighs.

“I can’t wait any more, fuck me.” Leon tears his shirt off before reaching for his belt. Hearing his zipper go down a satisfying ring to your ears. Your eyes widen when he pulls off his boxers. His hard cock springs and he quickly goes to grab it, giving himself a couple of strokes as he stares at your body. Your toes curl at his continued teasing.

“Leon, just do something, please- fuck!” A pair of digits get shoved into you, intensely thrusting and hitting that spongey spot that increases the pressure in your lower abdomen.

“Damn, you’re tight.” Leon would usually start off slow, going in with one finger until he opened you up enough for another, but he is constantly pressing on your g-spot hard, overwhelming you. “She’s just sucking them right in.”

He would also bring his thumb to circle your clit, but right now, it barely grazes it. You try to lift your hips again to get his thumb on it, but his other hand still firmly holds you down. “Stay still.”

After a couple of minutes, that familiar feeling is starting to hit your lower abdomen, but just before it reaches its peak, he pulls his fingers out and brings them up, your wetness dripping off them. You whine out his name as he looks at them before looking at you. You're huffing, trying to catch your breath when he gets the idea. “Open up.”

With his other hand, he grabs on to your jaw and brings your mouth open before shoving his slick-covered fingers into it. Your eyes rolled back as you began to lick and suck his digits clean. “You just take anything I give you, huh? Fuck.”

He then rips his fingers out of your mouth and grabs your thighs, tossing them over his shoulders as he brings you as close to him as possible. He drags his cock through your slit a couple of times before completely bottoming out.

“Fuck! Leon- nghh-” You cried out, the feeling of him instantly filling you up being too much. He gives you a couple of seconds before he starts going at a rough, fast pace. The angle he has put you in makes it so his tip would hit your cervix with every push. Your hands go to his biceps, but he grabs them and pins them down on the mattress.

Your high is coming to you very quickly as Leon just uses you. You're trembling in his hold. “You’re close?” You nod.

“Well then, you better hold it.” Your eyes shoot open at that, seeing the smirk on his face as he lays his forehead on yours, his breath hot in your face. “I can feel her clenching all up on me, but I’m not done yet.”

You moan, which he captures in his mouth as he gives you a messy open-mouthed kiss. Spit has already been drooling down your chin from his thrusts, but it just increases tenfold as you make out.

“L-Leon- ah- I can’t-” You stutter out, your cunt rapidly pulsing around his cock until he pulls it out. “No!”

Tears brim your eyes as your orgasm fades away from you the second time, the feeling of emptiness overcomes you. You are trying to gain your breath back when you suddenly get twisted around, landing on your tummy. You get on your arms before a pair of strong hands grab your hips and lift them up. “Shh…”

Leon nudges your legs further apart, exposing your pussy completely for his viewing. You bury your face into the mattress as the cold air hits you, but you quickly bring it back up when you shout at a sharp pain hitting your rear.

You turn your head and see Leon rub the side of your ass. He then brings his hand back again, and slaps the same spot again, enjoying seeing the red spot starting to bloom on your asscheek as it jiggled. He kept doing it a couple of more times, and each time, your moans got breathier and breathier.

“You’re enjoying this?” He asks as you gush and clench around nothing as he continues to spank you. “And here I was trying to make you pay back for making me pull out for not following orders. You’re like a fucking animal in heat, Christ…”

Leon then pulls you back a bit and spreads your ass for a second. You feel your face immediately go hot until you let out a loud moan at his releasing a glob of spit on your already drenched cunt. He lets go of his grip on you as you hear slaps of him stroking himself. “Now, we're going to try this again. And you better keep it in this time, got it?”

You nod against the mattress until he grabs at your hair, tugging your head up as he laid on you, bringing his face close to yours. “I said to use your damn words. Answer the question.”

“Y-Yes Leon!” You exclaim before he lets go of your hair. You let out a long whine as he drags his dick through your pussy, making soft noises whenever it would press on your sensitive bud. He shoves himself in again and goes back to the pace he was doing before, his pelvis hitting your ass with every thrust.

You grab the sheets for support, drooling on them until you feel something being shoved under your chin. Your top half then gets lifted up and that’s when you realize Leon has wrapped his arm around your neck in a headlock. Your sounds get lighter as his arm tightens. Your hands go up to grab at it, feeling yourself get hazy as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Oh, you really like that. Your pussy just got all tight on me the moment I squeezed.” Leon chuckles into your ear. You simply nod as much as you can in his hold, tears spilling down your face. “Awww, am I fucking you stupid?”

He loosens his grip on you, which you take a big breath in. “Uhuh… Love it so mu- mhmm!” A particularly hard thrust cuts you off, and Leon laughs at your state, strengthening his arm around you again as your hand starts to claw at them in an attempt to push them back in place.

“I really did. Look at you, all pretty and dumb in my arms. Knew you had a thing for them, always staring at them when you think I’m not looking.” You turn your face to bury it into the side of his arm, but he shakes you. “Nuh-uh, no hiding from me tonight. I should get you in front of a mirror next time, make you see how much of a horny mess you are.”

Leon’s thrusts suddenly get rougher and more uneven, a sign he is getting close. You were able to confirm it as you heard his let out breathier grunts and groans through your daze.

“Holy shit- Holy shit. Is this what you wanted, huh? To treat you like a ragdoll for me to personally use? Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me, love.” You moan at his words. “Oh, you’re about to cum, I can feel it. I’m feeling nice, baby, come for me. I want you to come with me, c’mon now…”

You finally let yourself go as Leon brings hand to your pussy, circling his finger perfectly around your clit. Your moans start to sound like shouts as your peak is slowly hitting you. Leon gives a couple more hard thrusts until he goes still. As you clench hard on his cock, you can feel yourself milking his spend as it fills you up. He then gives a couple of more thrusts to prolong your highs until he drops down on you, both of you a sweaty pile of limbs on ruined sheets.

“Fuck- That was so good, god.” Leon breathes out, smiling into your shoulder as you both huff in and out breaths. Once he comes to, he presses a soft kiss to the back of your head as he lifts his weight off you. “You okay, hun?”

He pulls his softening cock out of you, both of you whining from the loss of contact. Leon turns you over to lay at your back and still sees you still lost in your orgasmic high. He gives you time, rubbing your cheek to try to get you to come back. “C’mon baby, look at me… There she is, there you go.”

You nuzzle your face into his hand as his thumb rubs softly over the high of your cheek. Leon takes a second to admire you, all worn out. His eyes trail down your body, his brows slightly knitting together as he sees it covered in love bites and bruises. He had to hold back a moan at the view of your pussy, your combined releases slowly leaking out. He could get hard again just from the sight, but now is not the time for him to over indulge; it’s time to give you some real love and attention for giving him the best fuck he’s ever had.

“Awww, sweetheart. You’re doing alright? C’mere.” Leon knows that you tend to get clingy every time you would have sex, so he laid down next to you and embraced you, laying his head over yours as yours was on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow from your activities. “How are you feeling?”

“My legs feel like jello,” you giggled out as you wrap your arms around his torso. “Like it always does, but this time, I feel like I genuinely can’t move my legs.”

Leon’s face turns red at your admission. He presses another kiss to your head. “Well, that’s why I’m here right? I’ll go get you a warm washcloth.”

He separates from you and grabs his boxers on his way to the en-suite bathroom. He hears a whine and turns to see you pouting at him. “I’ll be right back, baby.” He chuckles as he sees you turn away from him.

He comes back and rubs your shoulder for you to turn. Once on your back, Leon softly parts your legs and carefully wipes off the mess at your center. He coos at you as you whine from the sensitivity. He gives you a couple of kisses on your thighs as a reward. He then sits next to you, placing his warm hand on your stomach. “Want to take a bath? I’ll heat up leftovers from earlier if you're hungry, or I can also order us some pizza.”

“Bath please.”

Leon pushes some of your messy hair away from your face. “Bath it is.”

He stands up and scoops you up in his arms. He takes you to the bathroom, sitting you down on the counter as he turns to the bath to prepare it for you. He makes sure it's that perfect warm temperature and adds that bubble bath mix you really like. Once he is done, he goes back to you and helps you into the bath. He holds in a laugh as your legs threaten to give under you. You scoff and softly hit him on the shoulder in return. Leon rests on the side of the tub, until you reach your arm out to him. “Can you get in here with me?”

“Of course, baby.” You shift a bit forward to give him space to sit behind you. He takes off his boxers and settles in, instinctively wrapping his arms around you to bring you to sit against his chest. You hum as he begins to caress your body. “You’re sure I didn’t hurt you, right?”

“No, that was perfect.” You said as you laid your hand over one of his. “We should do this more often.” 

Leon snorts as he kisses your temple. “You’re not real, princess.”

END NOTES: This was supposed to be a lot more simpler, but as I kept writing, more and more ideas spilled and then we got to this😭 Thank you for reading, loves<33

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13 DAYS OF LEON KENNEDY: 100 FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION

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Beautiful was what you initially pegged him as, eyes sweeping along the striking lines of an exhausted face and the stubborn swoop of hair spilling carelessly over his brow. Then you decided he was just prematurely aged. The silver threads catching at his temples and the aggressive shadow of a stubble made him look worn down by a decade of exceptionally bad sleep and even worse stress.

He looked like a man who could fuck good. Looked like he approached sex the exact same way he approached the rest of his miserable life, with unrelenting stamina and a terrifyingly methodical focus designed to dismantle whatever stood before him.

He also looked like an easy target, staring into the amber depths of his glass with a level of sad depression that practically radiated off his shoulders. All it took was you stepping directly into his line of sight, ordering another shot with a dramatic sigh, and offering him a painfully cynical comment about the state of the world (while deliberately showing off your cleavage).

The guarded set of his jaw twitched into the faintest ghost of a smirk.

You offered your name, he offered his (Leon—was it short for Leonard? Leonel?), and he leaned in when you laughed at his terrible attempt at a joke. A genuine chortled laugh because you hadn't expected a dad joke from a man who looked as brooding as he did.

You licked your lips, he followed your tongue.

Hook, line, sinker.

Which explains how you now find yourself trapped in a mating press on a mattress that probably costs more per night than your rent. A dingy, cheap motel would have been your practical choice, but you had noted the expensive gleam of the watch on his wrist within five minutes of sitting next to him. Freaking Hamilton that looked distinctly like a limited edition, judging by the brushed steel and intricate dial.

Frankly, you shouldn't be surprised he carried that much net worth. He’s handsome, weathered beautifully into his age (Late forties? Early fifties?), and clearly paid an exorbitant amount of money to survive whatever horrors are actively ruining his mental health.

What does surprise you is how you’ve underestimated the scope of his physical abilities.

Over the past blurry hour, this complete stranger has effortlessly folded you into positions that defy your understanding of your own flexibility. Knees pressed so securely beside your own ears you start to believe the fee you pay for your weekly reformer pilates class might be a scam.

Apparently what you needed to achieve this level of advanced mobility was the unrelenting dead weight of a very, very capable man. So fucking capable that you’ve genuinely lost count of how many times he’s wrung you out on these expensive sheets.

Four orgasms? Maybe five? Whatever the number is, another one is dangerously crawling up the base of your spine.

Your sanity might be beyond saving at this point. You’re sweating profusely, and the backs of your thighs are screaming in dull protest from being pinned back for god knows how long. Leon pulls out and snaps his hips again with a jarring impact that seems to grow more ruthlessly aggressive with every single grind.

He does it again and again and again until you’re basically screaming from the unavoidable crash of yet another orgasm, toes curling frantically in the suspended air while your nails bite into the heavy muscle of his arms.

This man is something else, obviously nothing akin to the standard parade of disappointing men who talked big but possessed absolutely zero game. They were a flimsy attempt to scratch the very surface of your boredom. Leon, by comparison, is clawing straight down to the bone.

There’s a slowness in his thrusts now, and you blink to find an actual smile breaking through the sweat and exhaustion on his face. The warm puff of a chuckle against your cheek tells you he isn't simply amused. He’s actually entertained.

You huff, making a valiant but entirely useless attempt to mock him, "Stop laughing."

The sweat beading along his heavy brow does absolutely nothing to detract from how devastatingly smug he looks right now. “You’re shaking so much. It’s cute.”

So much for playing the femme fatale act at the bar. He swipes a thumb across your blotchy cheek, courtesy of his rough afternoon shadow.

“You okay?”

You sigh out a harsh breath, blowing a damp strand of hair out of your eyes. “Have you," you manage to wheeze, "even cum yet?”

He shakes his head, blue eyes glinting with unapologetic amusement.

"Are you ever going to?"

His low laughter rumbles warmly in your ears. “Why, you want me to stop already?" he presses a kiss against your jaw. "Thought you were having a good time."

“I’m having a great time.”

“Then what’s with the rush?”

“Maybe we should take a break,” you whine, gasping sharply when the weight of his pelvis rocks aggressively against your lower belly. “I-I need to pee.”

He seems unfazed. Moves like you didn't utter a word to begin with. Instead, what he does is press you even further into the mattress. “Is that right?”

“Fuck—Leon—” You arch your back as he maliciously tilts his hips. “You’re not helping.”

“I actually am,” he argues.

“What—”

“Let's test a theory," he drawls, hot breath ghosting over your pulse. "Do you really think you just need to pee, or are you about to squirt?”

You go completely still for a moment. Considering your track record of thoroughly uninspired hookups and non-lasting relationships, there is absolutely no palpable evidence to suggest you are capable of doing what he’s asking.

“I’m pretty sure I need to pee,” you reason quietly. “I’m not a squirter.”

He pulls back enough to meet your eyes. “You’re telling me you’ve never done that before?”

“I have no prior experience to suggest it's even an option.”

He looks genuinely offended by your answer. “Do you want to try?”

Your head falls back to fully take him in. He really is pretty. Never mind the faint, tired wrinkles bracketing his pale blue eyes, or the harsh features of a man who has clearly seen too much and slept too little. He’s simply too devastatingly gorgeous for his own good.

Even with the fragments of scars you’ve spent the last hour subconsciously counting on his neck, his shoulder, his chest. Scars that make you wonder what kind of terrifying life he leads when he isn't in a hotel room with a stranger, fucking their brains out.

And you’re very much aware you’re one of the few he’s taken to bed.

But is he always this attentive? This generous?

Does he fuck everyone else this hard yet still find the gentle grace to cradle their face and brush the hair out of their eyes?

You instantly hate how territorial you sound. It's wildly hypocritical for someone who values the cheap thrill of a purely physical transaction just as much as he clearly does. He’s just a good lover, you decide. And if tonight is the only night you get to have this man all to yourself, then so be it.

If he thinks he can make you squirt, then who are you to deny?

“You really think I’m about to squirt?”

“There’s only one way to find out.”

You frown. “What if it’s just pee?”

He kisses the wrinkled line between your brows. “Make a mess then, I don’t mind.”

Yeah, you’re going to let him absolutely ruin you tonight.

“Then make me squirt, Leon.”

He dips his head, breathing the hot air of his lungs directly into your open mouth. “Yes, ma’am.”

Your pussy tightens reflexively at that, which he obviously catches. He catches on to every desperate tell your body gives him, actually. Probably the sole reason why you've already come an embarrassing number of times.

Not enough, apparently, because he’s already moving his hips in rapid rhythms—not too fast or too slow, but enough to have your eyes sliding shut, focusing on the stretch of his cock driving deep in and out of your cunt.

“Fucking beautiful,” he hums, binding your wrists together above your head. “Just lying there looking all pretty."

“H-harder,” you whine, weakly pushing your hips up to meet him.

“Yeah?” He squeezes your wrists together, leaning even more of his massive frame over you. “You like it when I go hard on you?”

Like it? You thrive on it, nodding frantically as your trembling thighs try to lock around his waist. Try is definitely the word when he’s practically flattened you beneath his crushing weight, effortlessly trapping your body. You can feel your limbs turn gooey and powerless, your stomach contrastingly hard.

“I know, baby, I know,” he rasps, ramming his hips harshly against yours. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Ngh—h—”

“That’s it, give it to me. Make a mess on me.”

The panic hits you first, quickly swallowed by an absolute wave of pure heat. Starts as a buzzing ache in your core before violently spiking into an unbearable sensation. Your belly burns, coils, rattles—and you blink your eyes open, brimming with tears. “Leon—”

He instantly reads the panicked clench of your muscles.

“Don't fight it.”

“I’m not—”

“You are.”

Your groan is feral. “I can’t—”

“Come on, baby, you’ve got to trust me,” he croons softly. “Do you trust me?”

Surprisingly, you do, even if your only judgment on this man comes from the three hours that have passed since you sat down next to him at the bar. “Yes.”

“Good. Then let it happen.”

Your breath stutters. Your body jerks.

“Breathe through your nose.”

He plunges in with a particularly harsh thrust and you gasp. Your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Oh, fuck—”

“That’s it.” He closes the last inch of space between you. Foreheads touching. “Let it go.”

You try to follow his words and suck in a sharp breath. Lungs expanding, ribs flaring, and the rush of oxygen pouring into your blood sharpens every sensation to something blinding.

It’s like a switch. One moment your muscles are tensed, then a passage of whines pitches upward as your orgasm barrels through you without warning. Strong and gut-wrenching. Body hot in bliss and shame—only for two seconds. Quick as it hits, he abruptly pulls out, instantly replacing his cock with two calloused fingers.

Your mouth gapes in a silent scream. Even more so when his offhand curls around your neck. Fingers pressing against the sides of your throat, palm flat against your windpipe, but exercising barely any pressure all the while his fingers fucks your swollen, dripping cunt.

You’ve seen yourself getting wet, you’ve felt yourself getting drenched, but you’ve never experienced anything as wild as this.

Speckles of liquid spatter across the sheets the more he drags his hand in an up-and-down motion, its squelching sound rising above the fight of your labored breathing.

He pushes his palm against your clit.

“Oh fuck! fuckfuckfuck—”

A sudden rush spills over him. Soaks the sheets beneath you in dark patches and streams down the inside of his wrist, seeping hot onto his thighs. He continues to pump his fingers while you lie there—crying openly, violently shuddering. It goes on for what feels like forever until he smoothes out his pressure around your throat, kissing the drool glistening on your lips with a disbelief chuckle.

“Should’ve met you sooner,” he laughs into your mouth, easily slipping his cock back in.

Maybe it’s the bliss completely corrupting your nervous system, or perhaps it’s the overwhelming stretch of his thick cock driving back into your overstimulated cunt. Whatever it is, you completely lose your grip on the casual nature of a one night stand, eager words spilling past your wet lips before you can even screen them.

“Can we meet again?” You pant. “Like—after tonight?”

He withdraws his hips with a smug grin.

“I would,” thrust, “very much,” thrust, “like that.”

Thrust, thrust, thrust.

You’re somewhere right on the edge of a pathetic whimper and a helpless laugh, entirely too pleasured to think straight, dangerously too giddy at the possibility of actually getting to know him. To uncover those scars in daylight, to figure out what kind of hell he had to survive to inherit those devastatingly sad yet kind eyes.

To learn his last name. To unearth his middle.

You gasp when he effortlessly flips you over, twisting his fingers in your hair and pulling it back.