Content: smut, p in v, fingering, squirting, alcohol consumption, hookup culture lol
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There is nothing better than being fucked completely senseless.
Arguably the best remedy for a chronically overactive mind.
After five straight days of managing passive-aggressive emails and smiling through situations that tested the absolute limits of human sanity, you decided the only cure for this impending mental breakdown was a stiff drink and zero inhibitions on this lovely weekend.
Two shots of whatever was closest, and the company of a man who looked just as desperately in need of a distraction as you, if not more so.
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 (Leonâwas 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. Heâs 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 youâve 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 youâve genuinely lost count of how many times heâs 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. Youâre 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 youâre 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.
Thereâs 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. Heâs 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. âYouâre shaking so much. Itâs cute.â
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.
âYou okay?â
You sigh out a harsh breath, blowing a damp strand of hair out of your eyes. âHave you," you manage to wheeze, "even cum yet?â
He shakes his head, blue eyes glinting with unapologetic amusement.
"Are you ever going to?"
His low laughter rumbles warmly in your ears. âWhy, you want me to stop already?" he presses a kiss against your jaw. "Thought you were having a good time."
âIâm having a great time.â
âThen whatâs with the rush?â
âMaybe we should take a break,â you whine, gasping sharply when the weight of his pelvis rocks aggressively against your lower belly. âI-I need to pee.â
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. âIs that right?â
âFuckâLeonââ You arch your back as he maliciously tilts his hips. âYouâre not helping.â
âI actually am,â he argues.
âWhatââ
âLet'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?â
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 heâs asking.
âIâm pretty sure I need to pee,â you reason quietly. âIâm not a squirter.â
He pulls back enough to meet your eyes. âYouâre telling me youâve never done that before?â
âI have no prior experience to suggest it's even an option.â
He looks genuinely offended by your answer. âDo you want to try?â
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. Heâs simply too devastatingly gorgeous for his own good.
Even with the fragments of scars youâve 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 youâre very much aware youâre one of the few heâs 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. Heâs 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?
âYou really think Iâm about to squirt?â
âThereâs only one way to find out.â
You frown. âWhat if itâs just pee?â
He kisses the wrinkled line between your brows. âMake a mess then, I donât mind.â
Yeah, youâre going to let him absolutely ruin you tonight.
âThen make me squirt, Leon.â
He dips his head, breathing the hot air of his lungs directly into your open mouth. âYes, maâam.â
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 heâs already moving his hips in rapid rhythmsânot 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.
âFucking beautiful,â he hums, binding your wrists together above your head. âJust lying there looking all pretty."
âH-harder,â you whine, weakly pushing your hips up to meet him.
âYeah?â He squeezes your wrists together, leaning even more of his massive frame over you. âYou like it when I go hard on you?â
Like it? You thrive on it, nodding frantically as your trembling thighs try to lock around his waist. Try is definitely the word when heâs practically flattened you beneath his crushing weight, effortlessly trapping your body. You can feel your limbs turn gooey and powerless, your stomach contrastingly hard.
âI know, baby, I know,â he rasps, ramming his hips harshly against yours. âFeels good, doesnât it?â
âNghâhââ
âThatâs it, give it to me. Make a mess on me.â
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, rattlesâand you blink your eyes open, brimming with tears. âLeonââ
He instantly reads the panicked clench of your muscles.
âDon't fight it.â
âIâm notââ
âYou are.â
Your groan is feral. âI canâtââ
âCome on, baby, youâve got to trust me,â he croons softly. âDo you trust me?â
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. âYes.â
âGood. Then let it happen.â
Your breath stutters. Your body jerks.
âBreathe through your nose.â
He plunges in with a particularly harsh thrust and you gasp. Your eyes roll to the back of your head. âOh, fuckââ
âThatâs it.â He closes the last inch of space between you. Foreheads touching. âLet it go.â
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.
Itâs 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 shameâonly 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.
Youâve seen yourself getting wet, youâve felt yourself getting drenched, but youâve 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.
âOh fuck! fuckfuckfuckââ
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 thereâcrying 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.
âShouldâve met you sooner,â he laughs into your mouth, easily slipping his cock back in.
Maybe itâs the bliss completely corrupting your nervous system, or perhaps itâs 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.
âCan we meet again?â You pant. âLikeâafter tonight?â
Youâre 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.
Yeah, youâre going to let him absolutely ruin you tonightâand all the days that follow.
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this is my apology for the latest chapter of say "don't go"... based off this
You hated the feeling of your hair falling into your face. Whenever you ate, you preferred to tie it back or pin it up with clips, anything to keep the loose strands away. Leon, on the other hand, never seemed bothered by it. He hardly even noticed when his hair got in the way when he tasted the you. Your man was a messy eater, he didnât care if his clothes or hair got in the way, heâd be slurping at your clit even if it meant getting his hair dirty.
Heâd be too pussy drunk to notice the sheen of sweat on his temple, and the way his usually styled bangs would be sticky with both sweat and your juices.
Youâd watch him kneel by the edge of the bed to have better access to your pussy, his hands would squeeze the plush of your tights as he tasted you, pulling you even closer to his mouth as possible. His lips would fully encapsulate your pussy into his mouth as lewd sounds would escape from where his mouth met your center.
Everything in youâd scream to close your already half-lidded eyes and give in to the pleasure heâd be bringing you, but you just wouldnât be able to take your eyes away from him, at how his tongue ventured and teased your dripping pussy, making circles around your clit.
Heâd suck hard on your clit, and you wouldnât be able to stop yourself from the way youâd grip his hair, unconsciously caressing it before tugging at it. More than once, youâd find yourself holding his hair back away from his gorgeous face while he continued tasting your folds, completely unbothered it.
âThank you, babe.â He stopped his ministrations for a moment, looking up from where he was kneeling. His icy blue eyes darkened with desire and lust.
âM-more, baby.â You whimpered at the loss of his mouth on your pussy.
Leon loved to hear you whine, to hear your desperate moans as you called out for him, to feel your delicious juice all over his hair and face, letting it drip from his chin and smear all over your thighs.
He couldnât help but bite at the inner of your thighs playfully, nothing could ever compare to the feeling of your thighs squeezing against the sides of his flushed face.
I wanna get headlock by Leon fucking Kennedy while he fucks me hard, also I wanna be his controversial young gfđđ (sorry Iâm in my ovulation phase)
no ur so real for this babe donât evaa apologise!! 18+
because like yes⊠it starts out innocently, warm morning light spilling through the kitchen blinds as you cook pancakes in your lacy little bralet and a pair of his boxers with him behind you, rubbing his hands all over your curves, kissing at your neck and shoulders, hard-on pressed against your ass.
It doesnât take long until youâre bent over the sleek marble countertops with those boxers pooled at your ankles and his fat cock buried deep inside your dripping cunt, stretching you out around him, groaning against your shoulder as you writhe against him.
âYouâre too perfect, baby, looking all pretty, cooking me breakfast, letting me fuck this tight pussyâ fuckinâ angel.â
Then his big arm wraps around your neck to keep you still, warm muscles tucked snugly under your jaw, your cheeks all squished between his bicep and forearm⊠and your cunt clenches around his thickness, pressing your ass back against him with a choked whimper of his name.
âOoh, does my girl like that?â yâlike when your old man chokes you a little, gonna cum, huh?â He coos roughly, his arm tightening just a fraction to feel your slick walls clamp around his cock once more. your eyes flutter shut as he ruts himself against your ass, the tip of his cock hitting that perfect spot deep inside you over and over again, the wet slap of skin filling your mind.
âAnswer me or I stop.â
You gurgle, fingers desperately curling at his arm, blabbering nonsense, spit dribbling down your chin and pooling filthy at the crook of his elbow before finally managing out a whiny, âFu-ckâ yeah, yes!- hnng-â gushing around his dick as he fucks his load into your fluttering pussy, his face buried in your sleep tussled hair, moaning about how fucking perfect you are.
Then heâll make you pancakes with extra syrup <3 (Ë¶Ë á” Ë˶)
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Leon taught you how to kiss. He never imagined that heâd be with someone who didnât know how. Simply hadnât fathomed it. Why would he? But you, lovely and kind, smart and silly, had never been kissed, and so Leon taught you. Got you sitting over his thigh with a little bit of pleading and a solid arm coiled behind you like a belt.
He thinks about it sometimes when he needs to, how heâd pressed his thumb into the hinge of your jaw to get you to open up and kiss with tongue, the hesitancy of your hands on him, the soft brush of your mouth and your breathing. He remembers those first few kitten licks, and the way heâd nipped your nose to get you to laugh and calm down. Finds himself aching and hard at even the slightest reminderâyouâll wear your perfume from those shy first months together and heâll strip himself raw remembering how heâd guided you forward, murmured about tongue and teeth and which way to turn your face, how to follow, when to give in.Â
It plagues him more often than it should. Occasionally, youâll kiss him sweet and gentle, your lips more parted than they could be, and heâll wonder if heâs a bad teacher as his stomach turns leaden with heat. Wet kiss or chaste, casual or under his weight, he canât be that bad. Isnât as good-hearted as heâd like to think, maybe, when he gets hard from a peck or entices you to sit in his lap and practice. Itâs spit, heâd murmured, not poison. Jusâ kiss me, honey, I donât care if youâre bad at it. Practice makes perfect, didnât anybody ever tell you that?
leon kennedy x fem! reader (porn with no plot, kind of)
summary: after meeting leon kennedy in a bar, the two of you find yourselves back at his apartment.
tags: nsfw mdni, oral sex (both ways), anal fingering(slightly), finger sucking, leon is whiney, reader is veryy cheeky, p in v, praising (both ways), kissing, leon sub kinda, reader is implied to be bisexual
Your hands hastily slid around his torso, both of your feet clumsily stumbling over one another until the two of you fell onto his couch.
His cold hands made you jump a little, but you soon relaxed into his touch, his calloused fingers gliding up your back, holding back slightly as if he was unsure of how much of you he was allowed.
There was nothing slow about the way he was kissing you and there was nothing coordinated about the way you were kissing him. The feverish hunger that possessed the two of you as you devoured each other with alcohol-tainted breaths began to send hot waves over your body, your hands tugged off his jacket while your skirt hiked over your thighs as his hands held your ass, your soft skin a contrast to his rough fingers that had handled things he has decided to file away. Why would he think about that, when he had you, an extremely hot woman, sitting on top of him?
Your fingers found themselves under the hem of his shirt that was suffocating his large arms, and you hooked his shirt over his head, his back leaning upwards to help you take it off. His toned muscles were glimmering softly under the moonlight that slipped through his curtains; hair trailing down from underneath his navel, disappearing beneath his jeans. He did the same for you too, leaving you in your lacy bra, his eyes tracing over your curves.
He felt you shifting yourself over his crotch, small, delicate whimpers falling from your lips that were open, pressed against his. He felt himself begin to melt, heat crawling up his neck. Letting out a small groan, his hands held you firmer against him, matching your rhythm, pulling you back and forth. Your voice was syrupy, giggling quietly as you started to place kisses along his neck, inhaling his cologne. His rough, prickly stubble dragged along his jaw, peppered in greys and you planted more kisses against it, his neck and face littered in your lipstick. Even his lips, slightly open and letting out the cutest moans, were faintly touched by it.
You pulled away, your lips plump and coated in the mixture of yours and his saliva, smiling at him. Both of you gazed at each other through drooped eyelids, connected by the string of spit bridging from your lips to his.
You werenât used to this, this swirling feeling in your stomach. It wasnât the feeling of horniness or drunkeness, this was something else. Like it was fluttering.
This was softer, warmerâdangerous.
Your smile faltered, ever so subtly, and for a second, you just looked at him.
His breathing was uneven, his chest rising and falling beneath your hands. There was a faint flush creeping up his neck, disappearing under that stupidly pretty jawline youâd just been kissing. He was completely dazed in the moment with you. Your chest twisted and his hand came up slowly, just brushing a strand of hair away from your face. Despite the small, tiny show of affection, it sent something clear and clean through you, cutting you from whatever haze you were in.
You froze, not enough for him to pull away but enough for him to notice. His hand stilled, as if he was checking, assessing whether you would pull back or not. Carefully, his fingers rested against your cheek instead, thumb grazing your skin gently. You donât pull back, but everything in your body was screaming at you.
This isnât how itâs supposed to go.
This partâthe quiet, the looking, the softnessâthis is where things start to shift into something else. Something that lingers. Something that sticks.
How could someone, unknown to you less than twenty four hours ago, be so patient?
Your grip on him tightened slightly, like youâre grounding yourself, and you leaned back in before the moment could stretch any furtherâbefore you can think too hard about it.
Your lips found his again, more insistent this time.
âCome on, sweetheart, take âem off,â you whispered, softly patting his head, ignoring your urge to run away.
His already-pink ears turned red, his cheeks dusted in the same color, and he just gazed at youâlike his brain was malfunctioning. You ran your thumb along his lips and then he nodded obediently. His fingers fumbled around his belt, hands becoming clammier by the second.
He felt like his twenty-year-old self all over again, shy and inexperienced, unsure how to touch a woman. Your stare just did that to him, the way you spoke, just the smouldering energy that danced throughout your flesh. For the small time he known you, he wasnât thinking ahead, his mind wasnât anywhere else apart from here. His focus was solely on you. All his burdens, grief and trauma had vanished; it didnât loop back into his thoughts. He was here, enjoying himself, with you.
You sat up, allowing him to pull his jeans down, revealing his underwear straining against his erection.
âWanna take mine off?â You tilted your head, biting your lip mid-smirk.
âI want you to keep the skirt on,â he said, his hand squeezing your ass, giving you a playful look that made him look youthful.
You let out a small laugh. âAlright, pretty boy,â you mumbled as you began to run your fingers along his hardened cock, shielded by the thin fabric of his underwear.
Your eyes flickered up to his face to observe his reaction, but he was already looking at you. His cheeks were coated in pink, and he was staring at you as if you hung the stars. It was a rare look to get from a man of his age, worn down by the exhaustion of life. It made you blush a little yourself. You didnât usually go for men his age, or men at all, but his boyish laughter and corny jokes compelled you even more.
A smirk tugged on your lips as you leant down to his ear, his hands quickly sliding around your back to keep you secure on top of him. So good.
âI want to suck your dick. Can I?â you asked him bluntly, his cock throbbing and twitching underneath you. Your sudden explicitness to your words have him malfunctioning again.
âPlease,â he gasped, his head titling back further, his dick so hard he thought he was going to explode from just looking at you. His jaw tightened as he prayed that he wouldnât cum immediately like some idiotic virgin.
You slowly pulled down his underwear, his flushed tip showing first, and then the rest of his length, surrounded around by his dark hairs.
âPretty cock, hun,â you smiled.
He swore your eyes were sparkling as your pink tongue glided over his leaking tip.
âD-donâtââ he groaned, completely flustered, his hand gently sliding through your hair.
âDonât what?â you questioned before you slid your mouth down his cock, louder moans erupting from him before he could answer, his hips stuttering forward. His hand tightened around your hair as you bobbed your head up and down, a sharp inhale sucked in through his teeth.
âOhâfuck, you feel so good,â he choked out.
You pulled yourself up, pushing his thigh upwards to get a better view of his dick. Giving him another smile, you gently massaged his balls, placing your lips back onto his glistening tip.
The dirtiest moan flew from his mouth, completely guttural and raw. You kissed downwards on his dick, kissing his balls and sloppily licking them up. You licked your thumb and pressed it against his asshole, and his moans turn into desperate whimpers. This only encouraged your thumb to trace slow circles around and around his ass. Cementing his overstimulation by having your warm tongue on his balls, making him think that he was seeing stars. His dick began to twitch, and your other hand grabbed it, slowly bringing it up and down.
âGonnaâfucking cum, holy shitââ
You latched your mouth onto his tip, watching his eyes rolling back, his warm ropes of fluid spilling into your mouth as his body jerked forward. Whimpers and small exhales come from his defeated mouth with his cheeks flushed and eyelashes fluttering from the overstimulation.
Climbing on top of his body, your hands either side of his head, you swallowed a little of his fluid.
âFelt good?â you asked, eyes darting all over his face, slightly hidden by his chestnut hair.
âYeah. Whereâd you learn to do that, huh?â he smirked, recovering from his orgasm, his hands slithering around your thighs again. He was totally entranced by you, his thumb rubbing circles into your skin.
âDunno. I usually only fuck women,â you shrugged innocently.
âWhaââ
You cut him off with kiss, letting him taste his own remnants.
âTaste good?â you teased, flashing him a toothy grin.
He sighed and rolled his eyes, he was too old for this, âCâmon. Canât let you be doing all the work. I wanna see what youâve been hiding under that cute skirt of yours.â
His fingers traced along the hem of your skirt.
âShow me what that pretty face can do then.â
Picking you up with ease, he placed a few kisses on your cheek before placing you on the couch with your ass up in the air. Firmly, his hand pressed your face down into the pillows before hovering above your ass, taking in the beautiful sight that was laid out in front of him.
He flicked the skirt over your back and his fingers hooked around your panties which were soaked, sealed to your soaked pussy, showing the shape of your folds, and slowly pulled them down.
âSeriously got this wet from sucking my dick?â he teased, his pointer finger dragging up your folds, making your leg twitch with anticipation. âCute.â
His fingers continued to drag around and around your folds, making soft lewd squelches mingle with your sweet moans. Then leaning in behind you, he spread your ass, receiving a squeal from you as the cold air hit. Your sweet aroma was so intoxicating, he could just feel his cock hardening all over againâyou were going to be the death of him.
Your fingers curled further into the pillows as his warm tongue began to lick a stripe upwards, feeling his nose prod at your entrance. Moans slipped out of your mouth like honey, the feeling so heavenly you couldnât help but have your eyes roll backwards.
âLeonâdonât stop! Doinâ so good, baby!â you cried out, muffled by the pillows your face was buried in.
You wiggled your hips to bury him even further, and his hands firmly dug into your skin, holding you close to his face as his tongue glided along your folds, dripping in his spit and your slick. Waves of pleasure kept running over your body, and they soon began to surge as Leonâs thumb found your swollen bud. As you squirmed, chasing your high, Leon replaced his thumb with his tongue, sliding his digits with ease, past your entrance. Your walls instantly clenched around his fingers, soaking them.
The overwhelming thought of slipping from your control, to be this vulnerable in front of him. You had never let anyone make you come from their work alone and the way you hardly noticed you were even letting Leon touch you this way scared you. Your sudden silence and slipping presence from the room made him stop, unsure whether to ask you if you were okay. He slipped his fingers out and squeezed your thigh, hoping touch alone will bring you back to the room.
âLeon?â you called out, turning around to lay on your back. Tears from the overstimulation clung to your lashes, a slight glistening drool on your chin.
âYes?â he said, raising a brow playfully.
âSit. So I can ride you.â you ordered, pointing him back to the couch.
Something in him eased.
âYes maâam,â he chuckled, sitting back, his palms open, ready to embrace you. A smile is stretched on his face, painted by your fluids.
You placed your knees either side of him, hovering above his dick.
âWanna put it in for me?â
âCourse I do,â he complied, pressing a kiss against your neck before holding his dick and sliding past your entrance, inside of you. Both of you let out groans and exhales, your arms folding around his neck, resting your face in the crook of his shoulder and neck.
âDicks so big, feels amazing, hun,â you mumbled, adjusting to his length before you rose up and down.
His head tilted backwards, unable to hold back the noises as your tight pussy encompassed his dick, wet and warm. Hands supporting you around your ass, he guided you into a rhythm. Your head lay on his collarbone, and you look up at him, his face contorted into utter pleasured dismay, jaw slack, eyes fluttering upwards and red flushed ears. The moonlight traced an outline around his face, his Adamâs apple more prominent than before.
âYeah, keep whininâ for me,â you mused, admiring the gorgeous man.
He groaned in response, holding you up and beginning to rock himself into you; eliciting a scream from your mouth. Your fingers dug deeper into his shoulders, clinging onto him as he slammed into you from underneath. A knot began to build in the pit of your stomach, every pleasurable slam adding to the pressure.
âYouâre so pretty right now,â he said breathily, gently brushing your hair behind your ear.
âI know,â you grinned, holding back a laugh.
He huffed at your confidence, grabbing your chin and squeezing it as he forced you to look at him as you took his hard thrusts. A growing smirk stretched on his face as he watched the way your lips pouted and your eyes rolled back. Fuck, you were so gorgeous.
âOhâ! Leon! Fuckâyou feel amazing, oh keep going, keep goinâ!â you slurred, hands sliding down your stomach to your clit, reaching your own climax. His hand reached for your clit, but you quickly snatched his hand and put his index and middle fingers in your mouth instead. The overwhelming pleasure of him filling you, then losing him, and quickly being filled up by him all over again accelerated the build of pleasure until you couldn't take it anymore.
A cry flew from your lips as the knot snapped, pulling his fingers from your mouth.
Your body jerked uncontrollably, legs shaking and your back arching; you collapsed on top of him. His arms were wrapped around you, still holding your face to look at him, watching you unravel on his cock. How he managed to pull the most attractive woman in the bar was beyond him, and seeing you fall apart on top of him was just a miracle to the many nights he spent touch-starved.
âYeahâfuck Iâm gonna cum,â he whined, pulling out of you. You instantly grabbed his dick and jerked it towards him lazily, his pearly thick ropes landing on his stomach, chest and a speck landed on his cheek.
Watching his chest rise and fall, his entire neck and face a deep shade of red, you wiped the cum off his face and licked it off your finger.
âOh, god youâre going to kill me,â he let out a sigh, petting your head. You wanted to smile at him, in fact, you almost did. But this is when lines were crossed.
âI should probably go," you said coldly, already scanning the room for your clothes.
His dazed state quickly vanished, his head shaking slightly, almost in disbelief.
âHuhâ? You donât have to rush. I donât bite,â he said and then cheekily added:Â âUnless you want me to.â
For a second, his stupid joke made you stop, your lips twitching as if you might smile. But it doesnât stick. You couldn't let it. The walls you had built around yourself had been held up for too long to be knocked down by some silly joke.
You reached for your clothes, sliding them back on. âYeahâI just,â your voice comes out thinner, âI donât want to worry my brother. Probably pacing back and forth right now.â
You imagined Chris pacing back and forth and shouting at you for worrying him. And then you would tease him about him caring too much and he would mutter something grumpily under his breath.
ââŠRight.â
Leon stood up, hooking his underwear over his feet and pulling them back up, but his eyes never left you.
âHeyâŠâ he murmured shyly, like hadnt just had his face buried in your pussy,  âCan I get your number?â
You bit back your tongue before saying something stupid like âIâm not good at keeping in touch.â. His natural puppy-eyes made it worse.
âUhâyeah. Sure,â you pulled out your phone, and he reached over to his on the table.
And for some stupid impulsive reason, you made up a fake number. It just fell off your tongue, and you couldn't take it back. He gave you his, and you put it into your notes app. Just in case you told yourself. Just in case.
âNice. Get back safe, y/n," he smiled at you, satisfied with himself, unknowingly believing in your lie.
You gave him a small nod and a smile and left the door.
Little did you know, you would be leaving that door many more times in the future.
author's note: so this is a snippet from my new series, lmk what you guys think! it's kind of just a prototype thing as i figure out their dynamic. i want this next series to be really planned out as salt & pepper was loosely planned, but i didnt expect the amount of attention it got so... my next series will contain similar yearning, slow-burn themes too!
didn't check grammar very well so soz if u see shit errors this is just a draftttt
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summary: this is meant to be part one of a short technical analyst!reader x leon kennedy series! i don't know how to sum this shit show up
note: succumbed to the yearly criminal minds hyperfixation again. found this in my drafts, it was originally cm, whoops! i imagine reader with lots of penelope garcia vibes but doing hunnigan's job
â« heartbeat - childish gambino
you fought and you fucked. you got overly drunk on a tuesday, fought leon, and wrapped your night by fucking him.
you got your overdue romantic interest of too many years in bed just to forget it all.
or, well, maybe not all of it. small bits and pieces were coming back to you, at an aching pace. random snippets throughout the day of things you heard or said.
really, it could be classified as a jumpscare. you just might prefer not remembering anything at all rather than the torture of remembering it in public.
the torture of remembering it around the source of your current emotional turmoil.
you tried to act nonchalant like him, but that really wasn't your thing. how could he act like nothing had happened? when you last tried to engage in a conversation with fake normalcy, your favorite mug had ended up on the floor in tatters.
"what's got you all introspective?" hunnigan had asked you in the break room.
you looked at her with a "huh?" expression, stirring your mug of coffee.
she poured herself a cup as well, grabbing a sugar packet, "i know you put so much sugar in your coffee it hardly constitutes as a drink anymore, but i didn't know you took it with salt."
you took a deep breath before you looked down at your mug. you tried to not externally scream at yourself.
great. had someone switched the jars again?
you glanced around.
nope. you had just ruined your own drink with no one to blame.
before you had the chance to respond, or even open your mouth completely, a voice echoed behind hunnigan.
"you take it with what?"
now, the words "take it" coming from your alleged boss, the man people considered authoritative to you, should have been very casual. normal even. but your hands stuttered at the phrase.
"come on, you can take it."
the words rung in your head. circled once. twice. maybe even thrice. your ears couldn't decide whether to perk or prickle, so they did both.
those were a distant yet familiar string of words. a fleeting memory.
your brain worked at twice the speed trying to curse leon. "nope. fuck that. fuck him. fuck my memory. fuck my life. fuck this job. fuck him." yet, it worked at half the speed trying to actually respond to his question.
"y/n?"
the same name you'd heard fall from his lips time and time again suddenly felt different. that was crazy right? it was just your name. your first name. everyone called you that. but him saying it now? after all that happened? felt like a different story.
or maybe you were crazy. that was definitely up there as an option.
you bit the inside of your cheek, turning to face him, the mug forgotten for a beat.
but of course, it was only momentarily forgotten. as what you deemed an act of revenge, it tipped over the counter and fell in what seemed like slow motion towards the ground.
and just for dramatics, as one final performance, it shattered completely as it hit the ground. if only it could have gone in silence.
you stared at the mug on the ground. your mug. your favorite work mugâmaybe favorite mug in general. the one you had spent weeks plotting to find. the one you thrifted, washed, and immediately filled with a purple smoothie.
"well..." you had found yourself saying bitterly. "the coffee was ruined either way."
hunnigan raised her brows at you, "so you had to destroy the whole mug?"
you didn't move your trained eyes from the floor, now examining your tights that definitely needed a wash.
great! and they were expensive. whimsy came with a price.
DSO 0â1 EMOTIONAL TURMOIL.
it would be a lie to say that was the only time something like that occurred. every time leon opened his mouth, he managed to unlock more about that night. it was a living nightmare.
not only because of the obvious, but because of leon as well. he was so indifferent it made you question your own sanity and the existence of tuesdays as a whole. though, ironically, the same man who had you second guessing the validity of everything was also the one affirming it.
verbally, he remained mostly unchanged. professionally, he kept his composure. physically? he was definitely doing things he hadn't before. touching places he hadn't prior to that eventful bleeding wednesday. most of it was smaller, things that didn't mean much with others, but everything with leon. some of it wasn't.
it was frustrating all around, yet fascinating. you weren't a big fan of the gameâof the dancing around the obvious conversation that needed to happen, the feigned ignorance. but hell, you were definitely into the player.
you tried to go back to usual routine. office business and the both of you telling each other jokes that don't land because neither of you have any sense of time or place. small conversations in the break room and longer ones over comms.
you tried to accept the fact it would probably be one of those things you never discussed because of leon's approach to it. it definitely lingered in your mind anyways.
how could it not? the way it went down was way too intimate to be a casual whoopsie. a meaningless hookup.
you decided to use a spider in your office as an opportunity to ask him. sure, nearly a whole week had passed but this was something that would haunt you forever if you didn't at least try to talk about it.
you let him squash the insect first, just because he found it more time efficient than trapping and carrying it out.
then you let him take a sip of the matcha you had sitting, arms behind your back while you watched. he took a big gulp, made a face, and placed it down. he always did thatâwasted your matcha. he'd try it one day, hate it, and still try it the next time you brought one around.
you told him his taste buds wouldn't change overnight, yet you never stopped him when he would taste-test it nonetheless.
"soo," you started, leaning back against your desk.
leon turned to face you, grimacing a bit still as if a bad taste was lingering, "so?"
you stared. you'd begun the conversation, but where did you take it from there? "hey leon, just wondering if blowing my back out last tuesday was casual"?
or "just wondering if you think about what happened every time you look in the mirror or is that just a me thing"? perhaps a "i know you've been wearing those high-collared shirts you hate because of what happened. do you regret it"?
"do you like tuesdays?" you blurted out.
"could be worse, could be a monday."
now, you knew the question itself was a stupid fucking one. but leon wasn't dense. though, apparently, he was begging to differ.
"you know what i mean."
"i do."
you stared at him. he stared at you. neither of you said more, neither of you said less.
a beat of silence passed. then another. "do you need anything else?"
"no."
"then i need to get back to work." he paused on his way out. "sorry that your drink is awful. i can get you a new one during my break."
you stared at the door, blinking furiously as if that could make anything make sense. he'd blown you off, left before you had the chance to reply, and insulted your drink on his way out.
and offered to get you a new one. well, fuck that. he could keep his big money and gentlemanly acts of service to himself.
your mind mentally checked off another tally. leon's avoidant tendencies strike again.
jealousy could be very ugly, you had no argument against that.
but it could also be very hot. and on mr. leon scott kennedy? it was sexy as hell.
you watched his jaw visibly clench and unclench across the bar. even from a distance, the air was thick with the tension he had refused to acknowledge.
what a beautiful scene. you were definitely relishing in it.
relishing in his hand tightly wound around a glass of whiskey, lips drawn in a thin line. in watching him tiptoe the edge of losing it then attempting to gain some semblance of control over his very obvious emotions.
you waited. continued to dance with the man who hadn't even bothered to introduce himself.
leon did not involve himself. so now he knew how to reel his emotions safely?
you grimaced as he moved across the bar, not to you, but to the door. you were never going to progress at this pace.
"sorry," you excused yourself after too many slobbered kisses to your shoulder. you ignored the protest, eyes trained on the door as you pushed outside.
leon was stood outside, phone in one hand, flask of something in the other.
what a loser, who brings their own flask to the bar?
"you're hot when youâre jealous." you cringed as the words left your mouth, but you didn't retract them.
"i'm not."
"keep telling yourself that." you let out a drunk hum.
that familiar line, the one filled with responsibilities and rules and boundaries between boss and subordinate, the one the two of you had always tiptoed, was blurring again. and right now? you felt more like you were challenging it.
you reached out to tug the flask from his hand. he let you. you took a small swig. his eyes definitely were not fixed on the slope of your throat.
"what? are you getting deja vu?"
"y/n."
his tone should have been a warning, but hearing your name roll off his lips so smoothly? something about that was more inviting than threatening.
you reached out, your fingers whispering against his arm. you admired the way it flexed beneath your touch.
"stop that."
you feigned the same denseness he had, trailing your fingers higher, "stop what?"
"being unprofessional." he pulled his arm back.
you scoffed, holding back an eyeroll. "oh because last week was so professional." you could have sworn his ears had tinged a light shade of pink.
"no, but that's the problem! it was a mistake. there are rulesâ"
you spaced out half of the monologue he began. you zoned in on the first part. a mistake. the words felt like a slap to the face. a sobering blow.
you cut in, âso you regret it?"
your question had already been answered. honestly, it had been from the moment he refused to acknowledge it. hope, delusionâcall it whatever, had kept you from believing it.
leon's eyes bore into your own for a moment. he nodded. you couldn't tell if he had hesitated. "i regret it being you."
that definitely hurt more than a yes or no.
you tried to reason he was drunk but then again, when wasn't he?
besides, drunk words are sober thoughts.
"yeah, me too." you spat back.
you knew you didn't mean it. the words sounded insincere to your own ears as well. but in that moment, you just wanted him to feel half the sting you had.
"i mean it." you took his bitter words as a challenge.
"i mean it too."
you had both flung words back and forth until you hardly recognized either of your voices; from cheap insults about clothes to his drinking problems. you called his flask pathetic, he called the words ironic when you dyed your hair at every inconvenience.
you may have thrown the fact he wasn't complaining when he was tugging it back in his face. just maybe. no proof you did say all of that.
it wasn't an unusual sight; two people arguing in front of a bar was nothing new to anyone. but maybe they were just too drunk to question it. like you had been, that night and this one.
leon would have never made a spectacle of your worst moments, of your fights, on a good day, you knew that. but it was far from one.
had it been even a normal day, you two wouldn't be viciously at the other's throat. he wouldn't have left mid fight when the taxi he called for twenty minutes prior finally arrived.
you got the last word in before he told you he was over it. maybe that meant he got the final word? you didn't care at that point.
you marched over to the bar door, with the intent of finding anyone from your group today, telling them you were going home, and leaving.
however, that someone found you first in the form of a tall, horizontally stretched brunette.
"where were you?" chris asked. he noted the lack of leon kennedy by your side. "or, better yet, what happened and where is leon?"
âïžâ telling rookie!leon heâs a pretty boy between kisses (inspired by this)
he was trying so hard to look serious and that was what made it impossible not to smile.
leon kneeled between your legs on the couch. fresh from a shower, his damp blonde hair fell over his forehead in soft, uneven pieces. no tactical gear, no gun holster. just an oversized gray shirt and pink ears because you had been kissing him for the last five minutes and he didnât know what to do with himself.Â
his hands held your waist awkwardly, as if he hadnât earned the right to touch you yet.
you kissed the corner of his mouth. then the other.
then right over his smile that he tried to hide.
âyouâre so needy,â he teased, his voice quiet but playful.
âyouâre cute.â
he scoffed.
you leaned in again, pressing another kiss to his lips. this time, it was slow, sweet, and lingered for a moment. when you pulled back, your noses brushed and you could see his pupils dilating.
âpretty boy.â
leon blinked. âwhat?â
you kissed him again before he could question it. soft and warm.
a kiss against the edge of his jaw.
âmy pretty boy.â
his whole face flushed a bright red.
âcâmon,â he muttered, trying to look offended and failing miserably. âdonât call me thatâŠâ
âoh?â you kissed the tip of his nose. âthen what should I call you?â
he opened his mouth to protest, but you caught it with another kiss. he smiled against your lips.
âpretty boy,â you whispered again.
it was almost unfair how easily you could make him melt. he looked at you with those wide rookie eyes. âyou really think IâmâŠpretty?â he asked quietly.
you answered him by cradling his face in both hands and kissing him once, twice, three times in a row.Â
âprettyâ kiss
âvery prettyâ kiss
âprettiest boy Iâve ever seenâ kiss
leon let out a chuckle, leaning up to envelop you in his arms. he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, groaning playfully.Â
âyouâre making fun of meee..â
ânoo,â you pulled back to look at him. âIâm appreciating you.â
your thumb brushed over his cheek, tracing the constellations of scars and discolored skin. âlook at you,â you murmured. âsoft hair, big puppy eyes, your mouth-â
leon groaned, embarrassed and flushed by the compliments. he tried to hide his face again, but you caught him with a kiss before he could.Â
âmy handsome rookie,â you giggled.
he was beaming at this point, a bright smile on his face. then, he unexpectedly gathered the courage to lean forward first.Â
he kissed you. it was clumsy and filled with nerves, but it was tender. it was his way of pouring out his emotions. when he pulled back, his cheeks were a soft pink.
.á.á ATTENTION re4!leon, car sex, p in v, fem!reader, slapping, asphyxiation, dacryphilia, breeding, orgasm denial, mean leon if you squint (you really donât have to squint), âdaddyâ mention, 00âs
â LEON knows the trouble that could arise from being caught with you in such a compromising position in the back seat of his car.Â
he just doesnât give a fuck.Â
the windows are tinted, itâs all too dark outside and the way you flutter around his aching cock makes it hard to think about anything else. heâs too entranced to guide you; jaw slacked, piercing eyes staring down at the sloppy action under his chin. he watches as he spreads you open each thrust and is almost brought to tears every time he sees your swollen heat ache for him when he backs away. his chest rises and falls heavily at his own lazy pace, abs contracting with each breath, moonlight pouring over his damp skin.Â
âleonââ you muster up in a broken coo. when he told you to wear something comfortable, what you imagined was only half of what youâre being fed. it was just supposed to be a late night drive so he could tell you about his mission in spain, but his hands had other plans. it wasnât even twenty miles until you two ducked off in what is supposed to be a closed forest preserve, hidden in an empty camp site. you feel the pressure swelling you open with each thrust, arms wrapped around his neck.Â
âspread your legs for me,â he disregards your call out, using a hand to carefully push one of your thighs open. the force of his push was enough to send your thigh back in its original position and with leon being so lust drunk over you, he shoved your thigh back, pushing your knee into your chest with a low, âwider.â he really misses his girl.
damp locks of blond bounce over the man's forehead before diving face first into your hair. he breathes in your scent, with his other hand wrapping its fingers around your neck. he practically shoves your head into the back of the seat as he takes you from above, one knee pressed into the seats. his movements slightly shift the car with reckless abandon, too occupied with his own pleasure to be mindful. your sweet smell fills his nose, exhaling almost feeling orgasmic as his eyes roll back simply because youâre all his.Â
âleâon,â you try again between thrusts, watching an intense gaze flicker towards your eyes with fluster. leon doesnât have it in him to speak; all of the words he wants to say would be the wrong ones. instead, he pulls your head in by the neck, dropping a messy kiss on your lips. his hips ease into yours slower, the smack of your flesh making him grunt through his kiss as he twitches inside of you.Â
the air around him is encapsulating, wrapping him in heat. it sends electricity down his spine to see your body reaching on for air through his hand, watching your shut eyes shift under their lids. your breath isnât completely taken, but restricted enough to be shallow. he notices the way tears brim your waterline, causing him to lick your bottom lip before trapping your kiss once more between his teeth. âcome on, iâve got ya,â he growls against your cheek, breathing in like youâre his lifesource. âyou look at me and only me, got it? eyes on me." his demand comes after pulling away from your face, vision training yours.Â
ââs so big, daddy.â your eyes grow wide in focus, though they try to close from the stimulation.
leonâs body nearly does a hard reset, hips stuttering as he releases an exhale filled with shake. âwhat did you say?â he actually has the audacity to shift his posture, straightening his back as if that would help him hear you correctly.Â
âyouâre so big,â you try again, too lost in your own pleasure to realize that heâs talking about the new nickname. no one had ever referred to him as âdaddyâ in all twenty seven years of his life, feeling the shiver run over the front of his body, stinging at his toes.Â
as if to grab intel from you using intimidation, his face grows closer to yours, gripping your neck tighter. âyou know damn well what iâm talking about,â the tip of his nose brushes against yours, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. the hand that kept your thigh back guided your leg to rest over his shoulder, sweeping his free hand to your face. it grips your lax jaw before he has a change of heart, lightly tapping your cheek with the tips of his fingers as if to slap you. âsay it again.â
a rush runs through his body watching you gasp, quickly biting your lip. âfill me up, daddy.â
another âslapâ, âagain.â
âplease daddy.â
âfuck,â leon lowers his head, feeling his orgasm attempt to be pulled from him. he can feel how tight you are, begging for him to send you over the edge right along with him, and he doesnât hesitate. âthatâs a good girl. my fuckinâ girl.âÂ
a nod suffices while leon rips one last kiss from you before his face hides in your bosom, hand leaving your face for his thumb to fiddle with the throbbing bud between your thighs. if he was going to fill you up, heâs gonna have to make sure his girl is getting her fix.
your hands fall from his neck only to cling to the wrist holding your neck against the seat. your hips wiggle under the touch of his thumb, cunt devouring him. and as you reach your breaking point, your whole body throbs as leonâs hips stutter, soon climax ripping from him in the back of his blacked out 2003 bmw. he shudders inside of you, jumping, filling your womb with hot ropes of white. his face begs for refuge, brows knit and jaw quivering as groans leave his mauve toned lips. his thumb loses its original rhythm, slowing down before he feels your hands in his hair.Â
heavy hands fall to your waist, anchoring himself. you watch his chest rise and fall, an unreadable look littered all over his face until he speaks. âyou wanna cum?â he asks you bluntly, eyes shifting between yours. of course you do; youâre not spread out on his seats for nothing. so as you nod once more, he understands, but itâs not enough.Â
again, his fingertips slap the flesh of your cheek, his bottom lip hostage between his teeth before he speaks, âtalk to me like a big girl.âÂ
âyes.âÂ
leon takes this moment to stare at you, smile wavering on the edge of something truly deviant. âmm mm,â he denies, kissing your forehead. âget dressed. when we get home, you're mine.âÂ
though now youâre soft as dough. too tired to function and too turned on to wait any longer. shaking your head, leon nods, his forehead glued to yours.Â
âno,â you whine.
âyes,â he mocks you. âwhen we make it home, we can go all night if ya want, i promise. i justâ shit,â he releases his final tired breath, âreally missed you.â youâre just so pretty to him at this moment he couldnât fathom seeing you in any other way. he watches the sheen on your skin glisten under the natural light pouring into the car, watching your clothed chest rise and fall.Â
âthat is so selfish,â you hiss, pouting, hands running over his hips. âi want you now.â your body lies limp on the backseat, hearing him chuckle shamelessly, zipping up his jeans.Â
âmy girl, my rules. youâre gonna pull that skirt down and wait till we make it home, beautiful.âÂ
summary: you have no choice but to go to your math professor for help in the class. unfortunately, he can't help you. but he knows a certain blonde that can, top of his class, perfect scores on everything, just the tutor for you.
tags: college!au, math/stats terminology, ooc leon, leon is an asshole, leon & reader have attitudes, dom!leon, slightly jealous leon, degrading kink, praise kink, leon talks you through it, smut, p in v, unprotected sex (use safety guys!), oral sex, cunnilingus, clit stimulation, teasing, etc.
word count: 9.8k đ§ââïž (this shit long sorry)
math is horrible. youâve never been bright in math, plus it isnât fun. itâs only fun when you understand what youâre doing. especially statistics, which is a whole other level for math. there are symbols, very important definitions and strategies, formulas and techniques, very precise calculations and data.
you never understood what the teacher was writing up on the board when youâd step into lecture. he moved fast and spoke even faster, youâre hands would cramp trying to keep up with him and youâre notes were a jumbled mess.
even if you tried so hard, you just couldnât understand. your mind was constantly running, like a hamster on a wheel though it was nonstop. it was the same schedule pretty much every day. you wake up, rush out of your dorm, race to class, get to class huffing and puffing, and you do this three more times for your other classes.
then after a long day of learning, youâre off to work at the cafe down the street. itâs a very famous cafe, especially with it being so close to campus. convenient for students who needed work and wanted a nice coffee.
after work, youâd go back to your dorm on the brink of passing out, but of course, you had to study.
it was a constant look, a constant cycle that seemingly never broke until summer break. your days were starting to blend together and you were slowly driving yourself insane. at one point, you put stats at the back of your mind since you were so focused on an essay for your english class.
little did you know that youâd pay for that in the future. you missed one class, one lecture - and it seemed like you missed a whole semester.
you went to class the next day, after turning in that very important essay, and you were completely lost. you tried talking to your classmate about what the professor was talking about but she was just as lost as you.
if you thought stats was hard before, itâs even harder now. you looked over your notes from before, trying to correlate those to the ones now. though, nothing made sense.
that led you to where you are now. a week later, still very much lost, and youâre grade dropping with every single assignment.
you toyed with the drawstring of your sweats, blinking your dry eyes and nibbling at the dry skin of your lip. you were trying so hard to stay awake as your professor scrolled through your grades. his eyes were squinted and his knuckles pressed to his lips.
he had a pensive look on his face, looking from your scores and back to you.
you could practically read his mind. it was embarrassing and shameful. he took off his glasses with a sigh and turned his chair to face you.
âyou were doing really good in the beginning but after chapter three i mean,â he paused gesturing his head over to the computer where the Dâs and Fâs lined up like a pattern.
âwhat happened? chapter three was so long ago why didnât you reach out?â
you never understood why some professors didnât take students' lives into consideration. some professors think that students have no life while others are very considerate. this professor wasnât one of those professors.
he didnât understand why his students couldnât understand his material or why people asked stupid questions. even though, at the beginning of the semester he mentioned:
âeven stupid questions are good questionsâ
then when that stupid question is asked. he sits there with a disappointed look on his face and quite literally embarrasses that student in front of everyone. which is why, you donât ask questions at all. you donât want to be embarrassed, especially not in front of 30 other people.
âiâm sorry, my life has just been really hectic lately and-â you rambled, running your hands over your face with a heavy sigh. until, of course, you were interrupted.
âno worries, i understand but,â he paused again, judging you with his eyes and completely ignoring the fact that you were on the brink of a mental breakdown. âyou gotta reach out for help if you need it.â
even if you tried, it probably wouldnât help. his teaching methods are like tough love. harsh but itâs supposed to teach you a lesson. spoiler alert, it never does.
he reached over for a pen and a sticky note and you watched him scribble down a few numbers and a name.
âi canât really help you since my life is also hectic,â
alright, asshole. youâre the fucking professor you should be helping me. you said to yourself, never in your life did you want to slap someone so bad,
âbut i can refer you to one of my top students.â he pushed the sticky note toward you. you picked it up and read the name at the top, his dorm number, and his phone number.
great, just what you needed a tutor.
you werenât sure how exactly this âtop studentâ was passing this class with flying colors and it was to the point your professor was impressed. which he never is and never was.
either this top student is sucking your professor's dick behind the scenes or is actually insane.
you read the name at the top as your professor began to speak.
âhis name is Leon, heâs gotten perfect scores on every quiz and test, very smart and a decent kid,â
yup, Leon is definitely sucking this man's dick.
Leonâs contact info and his dorm room were written underneath his name. it was odd that he didnât tutor in the library like the rest of the tutors did. though, given the fact heâd rather tutor in his dorm, he probably isnât a tutor at all.
âi contacted him before our meeting today, heâs expecting you.
âoh, okay.â you nodded slowly, pocketing the small slip of paper. you werenât so sure if you were comfortable being alone in a random dorm with some guy youâve never met, but for the sake of your grade you were willing to do so.
you finalized your meeting with your professor and left his office even more unsatisfied than when you came. you were hoping heâd give you a run down on what you missed but instead, he completely dismissed you to his top student.
you left the building phone and slip of paper in hand, you werenât sure if you should text him or not. ultimately, you decided it could wait. you were exhausted and maybe a small nap would be helpful rather than going to this guy's dorm where you probably wouldnât learn jack shit.
â
Leon waited for you. he was told to expect you around the afternoon, so he canceled his plans with his friends, he went home to his dorm, tidied up, and put on a more suitable outfit. he never wanted to be a tutor it was tiring trying to teach someone something over and over again.
plus, he had doubt in his skills as well. he would be to blame if someone were to get a bad score or if they failed their exam.
but when his stats professor made a deal with Leon, he decided to take it. if he were to tutor you and possibly future students, heâd put in a good word with any police academy he wanted to join.
Leon wasnât so sure how his professor would get that to happen but it was better than nothing at all.
so he waited, half an hour went by and then an hour and another. at this point, he was tired both physically and mentally. he sat leaned onto his desk with an elbow, tapping his pen against his notebook. it didnât take long for him to catch the hint that you werenât coming.
and just as he was about to strip his clothes to take a nap, there was a knock at his dorm door. his hands dropped at his sides and a sigh left his mouth, though he tried to maintain a calm act even though he was close to bursting into flames.
he was irritated, you were two hours late, he was already drained from a long day of sprinting around campus for his classes and he just got dumped not too long ago. he does not have time to be in a good mood.
albeit, he still opened the door with a smile.
âhi, you must be-â
âyes, iâm so so sorry! i know i was supposed to be here hours ago,â
Leon let out a small laugh, mumbling under his breath, âyeah, you wereâŠâ
unfortunately, you heard that part, and your heart dropped. at first glance, this guy looks like a sweetheart. he had a nice face, his cheeks a little round but his jaw very defined and sharp. his eyebrows were relaxed and a thick brown, and his dirty blonde hair was split down the side and a little long â the ends just touching the height of his cheekbones.
his lips were plump and a nice pink, glasses were perched up on his head and you guessed he was probably wearing them earlier.
his chin had a small indent, a little butt chin almost. he had two beauty marks on his throat, right on his adams apple, and a few small ones on his face.
he wore a basic dark blue sweater, even with the baggy fabric you could still tell his shoulders were nice and broad and he paired his sweater with basic grey sweats.
he was very attractive, tall, and muscular but that baby face was throwing you off. it wasnât a bad thing, rather it was intriguing. how are you supposed to focus when thereâs a very attractive man tutoring you? maybe your professor is secretly setting you up.
âoh god, iâm so sorry. i probably shouldâve gotten your number from our professor,â
âuh no worries, just come in.â he said in a hurry, opening the door further for you. you nodded to him a thank you and stepped inside.
his dorm smelt of fresh mint and lemon, there was a hint of spice in the air as well. it was pretty warm, which made you guess the heater was on.
he shut the door behind you, walking past you as you stayed in the doorway to slip off your shoes. you took around the room for a second. his bed was up against the left side of the room, away from the sight of the door. dark midnight blue sheet, with a matching duvet and pillowcases.
underneath his bed were a bunch of bins, probably clothes and extra storage. against the back wall was his desk, piles of papers and different books were all stacked neatly at the side. the large window above the desk allowed a natural hue of light to cast down into the room, giving the room a pale yellow glow.
against the other wall was a dresser and closet. his room was very generic, with some posters and photos taped to the walls and a whiteboard with messy scribbles depicting his schedule for the week.
âso uh, how much did the professor tell you?â he asked, sitting at his desk chair and swerving around towards you and he lowered his glasses down to his eyes. you took a few steps further into his dorm, adjusting the tote bag on your shoulder.
âum he just said to meet you here and that you could help,â
âwell no shit,â he scoffed, catching you off guard and sending a tense feeling through your muscles. âdid he say what you needed help with? which chapter? which concept?â he asked and each time you shook your head like a dumbass.
âiâve kind of been struggling the whole semester i just-â
âwhy didnât you get help earlier?â Leon asked curiously, tilting his head to the side. unlike your professor, who seemed actually concerned this time. but that concern was probably for himself instead of you.
âi was embarrassed, i guess,â you shrugged.
he sighed, dropping his head and nodding his it up an down.
âokay well, uh please sit anywhere really uhh,â he got up from his desk chair and walked over towards the other corner of his dorm. there was another small chair in the corner, albeit a bit old, and he brought it over to his desk.
âsorry, iâm not used to visitors.â
âno worries,â
you sat down on his old chair and placed your tote bag into your lap as he opened up his computer. you watched as he brought his glasses up in front of his eyes and opened up the course page. âso uh, what did you need help with?â
his tone was harsh, almost like your professors. you felt intimidated by him, he was smart and quite rude.
âum well, everything?â your answer sounded more like a question, causing him to raise an eyebrow up at you.
âiâm sorry, i canât help you with everything,â he spat, turning his shoulders towards you with one elbow on his desk. âgive me specifics, like which chapter?â
âevery chapter, it just isnât making sense to me and i-â
a sigh left his lips and his shoulders slumped, you could practically hear the thoughts running through his head. âalright well, i can help you with the first chapter,â he said with a shrug.
you nodded along, reaching into your bag for your notes.
âthe first chapter is pretty basic. basic terminology and techniques we use throughout the class, âkay?â he began, speaking with his hands as he went. you nodded at him, placing your notebook at the edge of his desk and writing down what he just said.
anything counts, anything you could get would help. you needed to get a good grade in this class, if you had to retake it for the credit it would be a disaster.
âitâs mostly the types of data, the collections of data, the types of sampling â and those are the basics.â his eyes flickered from his computer down towards your hunched figure. you were writing down every single word he spoke. youâd repeat his words to yourself in silent whispers.
then, as you finished writing, you looked up at him and waited for him to continue but he was left speechless. you really were desperate.
âtell me, do you know any of the terminology in chapter 1?â he asked, turning his full figure towards you. doing so, his knees were now touching yours. he didnât miss the way you scooched back further in your chair to avoid his touch. cute.
âuh,â you hummed to yourself as you flicked through your notes and back to chapter one.
âno, no,â he stopped you, placing his hand over yours and bringing it back down into your lap. âtell me from memory, not from your notes.â
he watched you blink at him as if you were processing his words slowly, âuh yeah, i can do that.â you leaned away from his desk and your notes and faced him, your knees touching his again.
âi know sample versus population,â
âgive me an example of both.â he cut you off again, leaning back into his chair and adjusting his hips.
âum, a population will be all the college students of our university but a sample would be just the engineer students,â
âgood, at least you know that.â
you gave him a nervous laugh, a little more proud than you should be but his praise made you feel ⊠good.
he continued to make you list what you know, making sure you knew every term by giving him real-life scenarios and every time you got it correct it was like a golden sticker was placed on your forehead. you were beginning to understand and, as ridiculous as it sounds, you were starting to have fun.
relating the different terms to real-life situations made it easy on you, rather than the unrealistic scenarios your professor gave you.
he let out a loud yawn and you caught a whiff of his minty breath, heâd been chewing on mint gum for the past hour now. throwing an old one away and popping in a new stick. you could tell he was getting tired, he was less responsive and blinking slowly.
âi think you should get some rest,â you told him. he looked over at you with a small âhm?â before shaking his head, blonde hair sweeping over the bone of his brow and lips curling down into a frown.
âiâm fine,â he practically shouted out after another yawn, âletâs just finish it, âkay?â
âno, Leon, itâs okay we can continue another time.â
he stayed silent, his lips pursed as he looked down at your notes. gradually, his head began to bob up and down into a nod and another yawn left his mouth. this time, he stretched back, letting his sweater glide up slightly to reveal a sharp v-line and brown happy trail.
you quickly looked away and began to pack up your things, shoving your notebook and pencil case into your bag â not even bothering to shut or zip anything up.
âman, look at the time,â he said, lifting up his sleeve to reveal a black watch. ânext time be on time, that way we have more time.â he smiled at you as you stood up.
you werenât sure whether to take that as a friendly reminder or a warning but either way you nodded.
you made your way towards the door, slipping on your shoes and looking back at him to say goodbye. you expected him to still be seated at his desk or even going to lay on his bed. though, to your surprise, he was standing directly behind you.
hands stuffed in the pockets of his sweater.
âjesus!,â you jumped, âsorry, you surprised me.â
âuh, who else do you expect to lock the door behind you?â
you blinked up at him, again caught off guard. he was a little bipolar with his attitude, one minute heâs proud of you for getting something the next heâs making fun of you with his eyes.
âwell, goodnight,â you said to him as you stepped out the door, he didnât say anything else. he kicked the door closed and locked it the moment you stepped out.
you could feel your eye twitch, only if you could march back in there and beat the blue out of his eyes but he was just a tutor. just a few weeks of this and then youâll never have to speak to him again.
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âare you serious? we just went over this,â
âiâm sorry i blanked out,â
âno, you didnât i was watching you giggle on the phone with that little boyfriend of yours,â
âfirst of all, why are you watching me? and second of all, i wasnât on the phone with any boyfriend.â
he sighed, leaning back into his chair and crossing his arms over his chest. âi wasnât stalking you, dumbass. your bright ass screen caught my attention and when i looked over voila itâs you.â
he leaned forward, pointing a finger at your face and squinting his eyes behind his glasses, âand who else would have you giggling like that in the middle of a lesson huh?â
to be honest, he didnât like that you werenât paying attention, it was more work on him because you always came crying to him about not understanding a topic. he didnât necessarily hate tutoring you. sure, you guys had some fun times but it was beginning to become a part of his everyday life.
canceling plans on his friends, not going to the gym, and missing out on his personal time. his goal was to teach you and go over a chapter every week, it was working ⊠slowly but surely.
âi saw a funny video, âkay?â
âwow, so youâre just sitting in class watching silly videos. no wonder why your brain is rotten.â
âhey, asshole, the professor wasnât even talking about anything important. it was more about his dumbass grandkids,â you rebutted, grumbling your words toward the end of your sentence.
âif it wasnât anything important, how come you donât know what he just fucking talked about?â he said with a scoff.
you groaned and began to pack your things, you probably shouldâve done this a long time ago. sure, Leon helps, but he belittles you in every way and itâs beginning to actually hurt. his rude comments and attitude.
he was like a hawk or a vulture, hovering over you every second of the day and then picking at you when you were alone. slowly tearing at your skin and ripping off flesh until he got to bone. he was always watching you.
you couldnât go on your phone in class to check a text or even walk out early because he will know and will say something about it later. maybe it was time for another tutor.
âwhatever, Leon. youâre not helping anymore.â you scoffed his way as you stuffed your computer into your bag.
âthatâs where your wrong, your grades have been getting better, havenât they?â
âwhat are you? my dad? youâre checking my grades now?â
only if he wasnât so stupidly handsome, you would probably smack him across the face or maybe choke him out. there was something about Leon that you liked, unfortunately. he was intriguing, he knew so much about you but you didnât know anything about him.
he wasnât in the frat, thank god. he was smart and had a large group of friends. you always caught them hanging out in the private study rooms in the library, the ones they always made sure to book. they all would stay there and hang out like obnoxious fools.
it was rare to see Leon smile and laugh, he looked like a completely different person. his eyes gleamed differently and he had a specific glow around him. maybe the reason you saw him so much in public or outside of his dorm was because you looked for him.
you looked for him and that glow.
âiâm not, the professor told me.â he watched as you continued to pack, were you really leaving? was he too harsh? sometimes he was only âmeanâ to you to elicit a reaction from you. it was cute to watch your jaw drop and your fingers twitch as if you wanted to hit him.
sometimes, you played along, insulting him back. it was amusing to watch your spark glow into a flame. he hated tutoring but he didnât hate you.
âof course, you practically suck that man's dick during office hours,â you said to yourself but loud enough to let him hear.
âthatâs hilarious,â he said, rubbing at his nose bridge where his glasses sat.
âyou didnât deny it.â you huffed turning to leave until you were, very abruptly, yanked back. his hand had wrapped around your wrist, holding you back from leaving.
you turned back to him, his head was tilted to the side and he silently motioned with his eyes towards your seat.
âsit, weâre not done.â
his tone sent chills up your spine but you still refused, only if he didnât look so damn good.
âyes, we are.â
you yanked your wrist away from him but much to your prevail, that only prompted him to stand up, grab you by your hips, and push your right back down into your seat.
âno. we are not.â
you sat still, bag in your lap, eyes wide and lips shut. did he justâŠman handle you back into your seat?
he sat back down in his seat after you, rolling his jaw with a sniff. âwhere were we?â
you remained silent and still, you knew if you got back up to leave heâd only pull you back down into your seat. though, you would be lying if you said you didnât like it. the minute his large hands fell onto your hips there was a burn that ran through you, and it wasnât rage.
âwhat is variance?â he asked turning towards you.
âstandard deviation squared,â you replied, very straight and mellow-toned.
a smile grew onto his lips, the blues of his eyes gleaming and his pearly white teeth slowly revealing from underneath his pink plump lips. âgood, youâre getting the hang of it.â
ever since then, Leon was very comfortable with touching you and kind of controlling you. tugging you by your wrists, guiding you with his hand on the small of your back, touching your legs, or shoving you to get your attention.
you were slowly losing it. you couldnât even think straight, he was such a distraction. his voice, his hands, his scent, everything. the way he dressed was always so casual but he always looked so good, basic sweats with graphic tees or a sweater.
glasses, hair sometimes a little messy. you noticed when he was very focused his tongue would stick out from the corner of his mouth, it was cute, to say the least. heâd scrunch his nose to keep his glasses up on his eyes, he rolled his ankle instead of bouncing his leg, and when he laughed.
it was boisterous and full of light. you never thought that you could make him laugh, even if he wasnât laughing with you rather he was laughing at you.
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âare you serious? itâs like you donât retain anything at all, how did you even get accepted?â
that one kind of hurt but you were too focused on the brightness in his cheeks and his perfectly straight teeth.
âwell the acceptance rate is pretty high soâŠâ you shrugged turning back towards your notebook.
you kept on denying the fact that you very much had a crush. is it wrong to find someone attractive? no, not at all. itâs a regular thing to find people attractive, doesnât mean you have a crush on them. but this ⊠is different.
a month and a half in you were beginning to realize you very much had a crush on Leon. you were beginning to get used to him and he was getting used to you.
you looked forward to tutor sessions now, practically dropping everything to go and see him. you began putting on extra perfume and wearing your hair down rather than keeping it up.
you kept your attire casual, you didnât want him to think that you were dolling yourself up for him. so pajama pants or sweats were your usual go-to.
little did you know, Leon noticed everything. he was keen to snuff people out. he could smell you from a mile away, that heavy fragrance of yours was slowly seeping into his clothes and his brain. even after months, everything you touched was beginning to smell like you.
he noticed how your makeup slowly became heavier and your hair was all nicely done for him.
to be frank, he was flattered. he hoped you were getting all dolled up for him and not the guy who constantly blew up your phone. who is he? is he a boyfriend? a relative? a crush? a friend? who is he?
Leon wants to know, who do you see throughout the day? who are your friends? what do you like? do you like him? do you hate him? every time he sees your face he just wants to know, who are you?
Leon sat at his desk, waiting for you. his hands were folded up to his mouth and his leg was bouncing anxiously. youâve never been late, well except for that first day but other than that you were always on time. always.
the pillow you occasionally sat in your lap during these sessions was now in his lap. it smelt just like you. at first, he wanted to snatch it away from you the moment you put the pillow into your lap, hugging it against you and spreading your germs onto it.
but then, it was nice. it was your signature pillow, you looked for it every time you came over and placed it directly in your lap. now, he finds himself carrying it around or having it next to him while he sleeps. is that weird?
well, it was his pillow in the first place. whatâs so wrong about having it in his bed? itâs comforting.
his eyes quickly flicked over when his phone screen lit up, he looked over at it quickly reading the notification. you texted him.
was something wrong? are you sick? do you no longer need tutoring?
he quickly unlocked his phone and read the message, the pillow now bunched up underneath his nose as he slowly inhaled and exhaled your heavy scent.
âhey, might be running a little late today :/. thereâs a lot of traffic.â
traffic? where are you coming from?
âk.â
he kept his reply short and nonchalant even though his curiosity was close to killing him. he knew the semester was close to ending, meaning he wasnât going to see you afterward. itâs a big campus, so many buildings and so many students. he rarely sees you.
though, he catches a glimpse of you in the library, walking and talking with your friends. in the lunch hall, always getting the same drink from the vending machines and leaving in a hurry as you typed away at your phone.
you told him you had no boyfriend, but maybe you were lying to him. maybe itâs because he wasnât a close friend of yours. thatâs right, heâs just a tutor â not a friend or a love interest in your eyes.
he sat there longer than he anticipated, he didnât realize how long he had been sitting until there was a knock on the door. he stood up, tossing the pillow in his lap aside onto his bed and rushing to the door. almost tripping over the clothes and mess that sat on his floor.
shit, he forgot to clean. he kicked the mess aside as he made his way to the door. kicking it under his bed mostly. he almost tripped on one of his shoes, letting out a small cuss before stumbling more towards the door.
the chaos behind the door caused you to furrow your brows.
âLeon? you good?â
âyeah! hold on!â he shouted out. you nodded slowly, itching at your ankle with the tip of your shoe.
Leon looked down at his attire, week-old sweats and a white sweatshirt with oil stains on it.
he turned away from the door quickly and silently ran back into his room, he needed clean clothes and he hadnât done laundry all week. he didnât have time, all because he was too busy thinking about you.
he quickly threw his sweatshirt off, taking the glasses off his head in the same swift movement. now he was just a mess, feeling around his bed for his glasses like Velma from Scooby Doo. all while his sweats were halfway on his legs.
âshit, shit,â he muttered to himself and he almost sighed with relief as he finally found his glasses and a clean, well decently clean, sweatshirt.
he rushed over to the door, sweat sticking to his hairline and very much out of breath. when he swung it open he was met by you looking down at your phone, texting someone once again. you looked up at him with a smile.
âwhat were you doing in there, huh? hiding a girl from me?â you taunted with a smile. he took notice of your outfit once you stuffed your phone away, a small wine-red top paired with some baggy jeans. you had a nice pendant necklace on, hanging right between the swell of your breasts, and cute little bracelets all up your wrists.
your makeup was done nicely, same with your hair. you were very very pretty today. you always were. but who did you look pretty for today?
âdonât be an idiot,â he scoffed, stepping sideways and letting you inside. you chuckled to yourself, finishing up your text to your friend before your phone was miraculously snatched from you.
âno phones tonight.â he snapped at you, taking a sneaky peek at your text convo. it wasn't a guy, it was a friend who was a girl. you two were speaking about a house party and tutoring. he lifted an eyebrow and looked down at you, he was completely ignoring your small grumbles of complaints.
âyou were at a house party before this?â
ânosy much!â you snapped as he shut your phone off and stuffed it away into his pocket.
âanswer the question,â he sighed like a disappointed parent.
âyes, i was and i ditched it to be here. with you.â you finalized.
he wasnât gonna lie, the last part of your sentence sends electricity through his veins. you ditched fun to be here. not for tutoring. not for your grade. but to be here with him. he had no words, he was just frozen in place not sure of what to say or do.
âum, no phones today no distractions. midterm is coming up and i donât want you to fail,â he said, clearing his throat. he shut the door softly and locked it. he turned to face you, taking off your shoes with a pout.
âaw, you care about my score?â
he rolled his eyes, shoving past you with another scoff. âyeah because your score reflects my tutoring.â
"and here i thought you hated tutoring,"
"i do, hurry up and get inside."
you smiled up at him, walking further into his room and instantly looking for your pillow. it wasnât in its usual spot but you found it on top of his bed. his very tall bed. you jumped up, half of your body on the bed and your legs dangling off the floor.
you outstretched your arm for your his pillow. it was just at your fingertips but still out of reach. why did his bed have to be so big?
Leon watched you struggle for a bit, amused at how hard you were working just for a pillow. he also took this chance to admire how good you looked, almost perfect. bent over the edge of his bed, shirt riding up to reveal more of your back.
he couldnât help but imagine you in this position but in different circumstances. his hands on your waist, bodies sticky and sweaty, hips rocking against one another.
he was quickly shaken out of his trance when you hit him in the face with the pillow.
âletâs get this over with, my friends are expecting me back in two hours.â
he cleared his throat and nodded with a small, âyeah.â his voice cracking in between.
it was hard to focus, he couldnât stop looking your way. he couldnât dismiss the burn that flew through him every time your knees touched his. he couldnât form a sentence when your eyes would lock with his as you patiently waited for him to teach you something else.
almost like a dog waiting for a fucking treat.
the mascara on your lashes made your lashes pop more, shiny gloss on your lips, and the blush on your cheeks was nice and bright â but not too obnoxious. what was obnoxious though was your top, so dangerously low and that pendant hitting the fat of your breasts with every movement.
you were speaking to him but his eyes were focused on your pendant necklace. you took notice of it, stopping midsentence and looking down towards your necklace that he was so focused on.
âwhoâs the one distracted now?â you chuckled, taking out the pendant from your shirt and showing it to him.
âwhereâd you get it from? a boyfriend?â he asked out of nowhere. even his own words caught him off guard. he didnât mean to ask that last part but it has been on his mind forever.
âLeon, how many times do i have to tell you?â you sighed out, leaning back into your chair and crossing your legs. âi donât have a boyfriend.â
âthen who is currently blowing up your phone?â he asked, motioning down to your phone constantly buzzing in his pocket.
âmy friends,â you said with a shrug.
âi donât believe it.â
âwell, you should.â
âwhat could they possibly want to talk about?â
âyou,â you said, looking from your phone lighting up in his pocket then back up at him.
you watched his eyebrow raise in confusion and he tilted his head to the side once again in disbelief. but you nodded slowly leaning towards him.
âthey think youâre hot,â
âoh really?â
âyes, really.â
he scooted closer to you, both of his meaty thighs now trapping yours. his pupils dilated as he looked into your own. instantly, your palms began to sweat. you crossed your arms over your chest, subconsciously trying to shoo away the goosebumps rising onto your skin.
âwhat do you think then?â he asked, his voice low and his eyes flickering down to your lips and staring there.
âof?â you answered with another question.
âyou think iâm hot?â he was inching closer closer, surely this was another way to tease and taunt you. even so, your heart was beating out of your chest and you were shrinking away from him.
âmmm not really, youâre kinda ugly.â you lied. that was the biggest lie youâve ever said out loud. you havenât even admitted your little crush to your friends. you were denying it to your core but right now with him so close like this, his breath fanning against yours and his hands placed on either side of your chair â you were ready to give up.
âliar.â
ânot a li-â
before you could say anything else, his lips were on yours. soft plump and warm. wet from the amount of times heâs licked over them with a hint of mint from his gum. you kissed him back, leaning forward to press your lips against his even more.
your entire body lit up, you could feel your knees grow weak and the butterflies in your stomach felt more like a wildfire. with every smack of your lips, there was another spark and more of that fire spread.
his hands found your waist, tugging you up off your chair and towards him. you accepted his instruction quickly and obediently. he pulled you into his lap, hands moving from your waist and towards your hips.
his thumbs rubbed at your skin, calloused fingertips colliding with your soft skin. hot and gentle. you moaned onto his lips, tilting your head to the side and bringing your hands from his shoulders and towards the nape of his neck.
shivers ran through him at your touch, the cold sweat on your fingertips and your manicured nails scratching at his scalp.
he ran his hot tongue along your bottom lip and you welcomed him. tongues finding each other in a heated and passionate battle. you moaned at the minty taste on his tongue practically melting into him.
his hands found the small of your back, pressing you closer to him until you could practically feel his heart beating against yours.
he reached down into his pocket, bothered by your buzzing phone. he threw it to the side and onto his desk, he couldn't care less where it landed, he was more focused on you. your gloss stuck to his lips, it tasted fruity like cherries and he could taste the smallest twinge of rum on your tongue.
he pulled away, one hand grabbing the back of your neck to keep you in your place, âdrinking and driving, huh?â
you rolled your eyes, rolling your hips down into his, âit was just one shot.â
you kissed him again, feverishly. you were hungry and desperate, you never wanted someone so bad. even if he made you feel like shit, pretty privilege at its finest. you didnât care if he tugged and shoved you around like a damn rag doll, it was hot.
you didnât care if he insulted you, part of you really fucking liked it.
he kept his lips on yours as he let his hand run down underneath the curve of your ass and the other guided your thigh around his waist. he stood up taking you with him, your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms wrapped around his neck.
you held him close, both of you kissing at a slow and deep pace. in all truth, you didnât think Leon was interested in you in the slightest but judging from the way his hands traveled all over your body you were very very wrong.
his hands reached up beneath your top, feeling for your bra clasp but he was surprised to find none. you smirked against his lips.
âno bra, fuck thatâs hot.â he sighed against your lips, copying your smirk.
he threw you down against his bed, watching your hair splay out around your head like a halo. your lip gloss was ruined, smeared all over your mouth and your lips were now plump and glossy with his spit.
you looked up at him, the fire behind your eyes and adrenaline running through every vein in your body. you propped yourself up onto your elbows, slowly scooching away from him as he crawled towards you.
his hands on either side of your frame, icy blue eyes staring right into yours. his lips were now swollen and pink, some of your lipgloss smeared all over his mouth.
âwhere you going?â he taunted, a certain tone in his voice. his hands reached for the hem of his sweatshirt, quickly pulling it over his head and throwing it to the side along with the rest of his clothes. you scanned your eyes up and down his built figure, who knew he was so muscular.
underneath all those sweatshirts and loose tees was a greek god. chiseled muscle and wide shoulders, his arms were thick and looked as if they could kill. no wonder he could throw you around like you weighed nothing. he was built like a fucking tank.
your eyes trailed down to the happy trail, you witnessed now and then. sharp v-line, light brown hair with a single vein running down.
his hand wrapped around your ankle, tugging you down the bed until his face hovered over yours. âmy eyes are here,â he told you before placing his lips on yours. your hands ran up his arms and up to his shoulders, you sunk your nails into his skin creating little pink crescents.
one of his hands kept him up while the other worked with the button of his jeans. the minute he got the metal button off, he was tugging them down your thighs and you helped by lifting your hips for him.
he kissed the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, and then your jaw. his kisses were wet and slow, his fingers playing with the hem of your panties.
âgod, youâre beautiful,â he whispered in your ear, kissing your lobe. your body shook with excitement every time he touched you, your body immediately responding to any of his calls. you were under his control and his command.
âi need you,â you whispered to him.
âshh shh, how about this?" he shushed, removing his glasses and then throwing them onto his desk.
he smirked at his own idea, loving the sound of what plan just popped up into his head.
" if you get these answers correct youâll get what you want, âkay?â
you threw your head back against his pillow, whining his name. he swatted your ass as a warning as he traveled down your neck with opened-mouthed kisses, âiâll stop.â
âno! okay, okay.â you exclaimed. he smiled against your collarbone, sinking his teeth into your skin as his hand traveled up the sheets to play with the hem of your top.
âgive me five different ways to collect data,â his hand traveled underneath your shirt, his thumb finding your perky nipple and swiping over the bud slowly. you shivered at his warm touch, your brain melting and your mouth opening into a silent moaning.
âanswer me, baby.â
âum surveys, experiments,â you began, trying to focus on his question rather than his touch. he pinched your nipple, rolling it between his fingers as his knee slotted between your legs and pressed against the gusset of your soaked panties.
he applied just the right amount of pressure and friction to your clothed cunt, earning him a small moan.
âan observational study,â
âgood good,â he praised, lifting up your top and bunching it above your breasts. he watched them spill out and bounce, âso pretty, baby. give me two more.â he placed a soft kiss over your hard nipple and watched your body squirm for him.
âfocus groups and- fuck and sampling,â you whined, arching your back towards him.
he grinned down at you, one hand cupping your left tit while the other stroked your cheek. âgood job.â
he placed another hot kiss over your nipple, dragging his teeth ever so slowly over your hot skin.
this was killing him more than it was killing you. but he just loved teasing you, the excitement in your body, the hunger in your eyes, and the desperation in your voice. he loved having control over you.
âwhatâs the formula for a z-score?â
âLeon!â
he swatted your thigh as a warning, âsay it.â
you pursed your lip, watching him place small kisses around your areola, purposefully avoiding your sensitive nipples.
âx minus x bar-â
âdo it correctly,â
âsample size minus the mean, divided by the standard deviation!â you whined out.
he rewarded you by taking your nipple into his mouth, harshly sucking and dragging a long whine out of you.
youâve never been so sensitive before but he was bringing everything out of you. your hips began to grind down against his knee, the smallest amount of pressure against your clit was all you needed. you were aching for him, clenching around absolutely nothing and dripping into the gusset of your panties.
his hand was splayed over your stomach, his thumb playing with the hem of your lace panties. his lips left your nipple with a pop and he looked up at you whilst biting down on his bottom lip.
âif the mean is more than the median,â he began kissing down the valley of your breasts. âhow does the graph skew?â
you couldnât focus, your brain was mush and you were very lightheaded. you couldnât breathe and you were aching for him worse and worse every coming second. you tried to go over his question but every kiss he placed on your skin was a distraction.
âcome on, baby you got it.â he said, now completely in between your legs. his hands were running up and down your thighs, keeping them at either side of his head. he placed a wet kiss on your inner thigh, sucking and then dragging his teeth over the small hickey.
your hips bucked up and your legs began to shake, âLeon, i donât know.â
âi know you do, baby. come on,â he hummed against the skin of your thigh. the smell of your pussy was making him dizzy, it was right in front of him and god he needed it so bad. he could see how wet you were, just for him.
he wanted to rip these pretty lacy panties right off of you and devour your pussy whole, but he wanted to wait. he wanted to wait until you were at your limit, he wanted to watch your eyes roll back when you finally got what you both wanted.
âum, it skews right!â
he smiled against your inner thigh, placing a kiss on your abdomen and then moving your panties to the side. his cock jumped at the sight of your cunt right in front of his eyes, dripping wet and quivering just for him.
âanswer this next question right and iâll let you cum, âkay?â he said placing a kiss over your swollen clit.
âfuck!â you moaned out, hands reaching for his blonde strands.
âwhat is the empirical rule? and what does every single one of them mean?â he asked, prodding his tongue at your hole. his breath was hot against your clit, your whole body was shaking to the point you couldnât take it.
âLeon, i-â you stammered out with a tear running down your temple and into your hair.
âcome on, we just went over this yesterday.â
âi canât,â
he gathered a glob of spit onto his tongue before spatting it against your pussy, watching it drip from the hood of your clit and over your fluttering hole. âyes, you can.â he egged on.
âitâs mmm,â you pursed your lips and squinted your eyes close, you just needed to think and avert your attention away from him. â68% falls um one standard deviation of the mean,â your statement was more like a question.
he confirmed your answer by flattening his tongue over your slit and languidly licking upwards. he moaned at your taste, practically drunk on your pussy already. he shut his lids and let his eyes roll to the back of his head.
â95% is two and 99.7% is three!â your voice raised a few octaves as the languid strokes of his tongue became faster.
he was done testing you, for now. right now, heâs focused on making you cum all over his face. his arms wrapped around each of your thighs, holding you close to his mouth as he got to work. his thumb went to find your clit, rubbing small slow circles around your swollen nub.
âoh god,â you sighed out. his tongue prodded at your dripping cunt, messily lapping up at your juices mixed with his saliva. you arched your back, your fingers digging into his scalp both pushing him away and pulling him closer.
he applied more pressure to your clit, his tongue plunging in and out of your hole shamelessly. wet and sloppy sounds filled the room along with the sound of your messy moans and chants of his name.
âfuck, so good.â he moaned to himself, completely focused on your pleasure even if his hips were grinding into his sheets. he could cum just like this, to the sounds of your moans and the taste of your cunt.
he couldnât wait to fuck you, to feel the warmth of your walls suck him in, and the sound of your moans directly in his ear. but he needed to be patient, he needed to reward you for doing so good in class.
he picked up his pace, taking turns fucking his tongue into you feverishly and sucking on your clit. your legs shook around him, thighs clamping around him and keeping him locked in place.
âyes, Leon! iâm close,â you moaned out, drool gathering at the corner of your lips and more tears spilling from your eyes. he kept his pace, not moving faster or slower but he just applied the smallest pressure against your clit that sent you over the edge.
you cried out, arching your back and curling his sheets into your fist. with your release, stars danced behind your vision and every muscle in your body contracted and then relaxed. he eased you down from your high, sucking at your clit lightly and drawing circles over the bone of your hip.
he looked up at you, lips swollen and slick with your release. he placed a kiss on your abdomen with a grin plastered across his cheeks.
his blonde hair stuck to his forehead sweaty and hair disheveled all because of you.
âyou did so good,â
your whole body was worn out, your eyes shut ready to pass out but he wasnât done. he tugged your panties down your legs, keeping them scrunched in his fist.
âiâm not done testing you baby,â he said placing a kiss on your cheek.
âLeon, please,â
he ignored your pleading working himself out of his sweats. you caught a peep of a dark grey splotch in his sweats, either from when he had his knee placed against your heat or his dripping tip.
âget this question right and iâll fuck you, got it?â
you nodded excitedly, biting down on your bottom lip. you watched his cock spring out and god was he pretty. tip swollen and red, veins running up his girth, thick and long. god, of course, he was big.
âwords, baby. i need words.â
âyes, yes, okay!â you snapped at him, very obviously sexually frustrated. he didnât like your tone so he slapped your clit with the tip of his cock, sending a shock wave through you.
âwatch your tone, i donât have to fuck you, i donât have to give you a second orgasm,â he grabbed your chin harshly and tugged your head up to face him, âunderstand?â
âyes,â you croaked out.
he placed a kiss on your lips, letting you get a taste of your juices still on his tongue.
he ran the tip of his cock through your folds, his shoulders tensing up and his hand twisting in his own sheets. it was taking everything in him to be patient.
âhow do you find the three quartiles?â he asked, pressing his tip against your fluttering cunt. you opened your mouth to answer but nothing came out but a weak moan. he watched you closely, not breaking any eye contact.
his pupils were blown out, only leaving a halo of his blue irises.
âplease,â you croaked out.
âcome on baby, you got this.â
you gulped down a lump, getting rid of the dryness in your throat. âthe first quartile is the 25th percentile,â you answered weakly.
he pressed his tip into your dripping cunt, hissing at how your pussy was practically ready to suck him in. your breath hitched at the stretch and a tear ran down your temple, he kissed it away, leaning his forehead against yours.
âkeep going baby, you got this.â
âthe second is the- the median. 50th percentile, the third quartile minus the first,â you rambled, looking up into his eyes as he nodded his head.
âgood, good,â he moaned out, giving you just a few more inches of his cock.
âthe third one is 75th percentile,â
with your final and last answer, he thrust his cock all the way in, until his tip was kissing your cervix. you sucked in a shaky breath, your thighs shaking as you adjusted to his size. he kept his tip pressed against your cervix, stroking your thigh with his large hand.
âs- so big, fuck,â you whined out, walls fluttering around his girth.
âshh shh, take it. take it.â he whispered close to your lips.
âlower fence versus upper fence, quickly.â he was struggling to stay still, he was torturing both you and himself. you choked back a sob. you could feel his cock pulsing inside of you and god you couldnât even think.
âlo- lower fence is the first quartile, mmm,â you moaned out.
âcome on,â
âfirst quartile minus one point five times the IQR,â
he sighed out against his lips, grinding his hips into yours earning him a whiny moan from your quivering lips. âone more baby,â
âupper fence is, shit, itâs the third quartile plus one point five times the IQR.â
he was done.
he pulled out and then thrusted straight back in, your whole body convulsed. every tense muscle in your body relaxing the moment he thrusted his cock back into you. he cupped your cheek, bringing your lips to his. he kissed you hungrily, invading your mouth with his tongue, moaning at the taste of you.
his hips continued to snap into yours, bullying his cock into you with no remorse. each thrust of his cock stroked at your g-spot and your body would jolt from the force.
âbeen waiting to do this forever,â he spoke into your mouth. âfuck, youâre so beautiful,â
you moaned out his name, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing him closer to you. his hands reached back towards your top, tugging it over his head and throwing it off the side.
he was quick to cup your breast, slotting your nipple between your two fingers and then slamming his lips against yours. you scratched down his back helplessly, the fresh polish on your nails chipping and blood seeping through the cuts you were giving him.
you couldnât focus on anything else but him, not only did you really like him but he was also fucking you so good. his pace was perfect, his touch was intoxicating and his lips were hot.
there was a ring of white forming around the base of his cock, lewd noises spilled from both of your lips as you both found yourselves inching closer and closer to your highs.
your kiss grew sloppy and his pace quickened, âthis pussy âs so good, fuck,â he groaned out, moving the hand from your breast towards your clit.
your whole body shook once his two fingers began to draw figure eights around your clit. the slow pace of his fingers contrasting with the fast pace of his thrusts.
âgod, look at you,â he breathed out, âall fucked out on your tutor's cock, huh?â
you couldnât reply, only croaking out a moan of his name.
âfucking whore, came here for math help now look at you,â
his words only added to the tension in your abdomen, the burn in your stomach getting hotter and hotter.
âiâm gonna cum,â
âgo âhead baby, cum all over my cock,â he said, placing a kiss on the corner of your lips.
you whined out, chasing his lips for another kiss but he denied you with a shake of his head.
âi wanna hear you,â
you looked into his eyes, seeing a reflection of yourself in his glossy eyes. mascara smudges, lipgloss gone, hair a mess. all because of him.
âfuck!â you moaned out, wrapping your legs around his waist and throwing your head back. he was quick to guide your head to face him, he kept his eyes locked on yours watching your pupils dilate as you came undone.
your walls fluttered around his cock, clenching down as your orgasm hit you like a heavy wave. he pulled out quickly, finishing himself off with heavy and breathy moans.
you watched as he came. thick, white ropes of cum decorating your stomach and abdomen. his abs tensed up with each spurt of cum and his hips still bucked up.
he let out a final breath into the crook of your neck. both of your bodies shook against each other, hot, sticky with sweat and cum.
he leaned up out of the crook of your neck looking into your eyes and you watched as they gleamed, such a rare light in his eyes but you were glad you were able to see it.
he pressed his lips to yours, this time it was slow and deep. there wasnât any hunger or lust, just pure passion.
âiâm sure you wonât fail that test,â
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your legs are draped on either of leonâs shoulders as he pounds into you aggressively, his balls slapping into the curve of your ass each time his hips connect with yours. he grunts softly when you make your repeated, whiny little noises. âcanât keep your mouth shut today, huh?â he sneers down at you as your hands scrabble for purchase on his shoulders.
he tuts at you and shakes his head, pushing his hands down beside your head even though youâre aching to have them on him, holding him close.
you forgot now why heâs so mad at you.
âthis what you wanted? hm?â he snaps, pressing his body down on yours so his cock hits deeper inside you. he bottoms out with every thrust, dragging his cock out halfway and shoving back in, feeling your pussy flutter around him as it struggles to accommodate his thickness and length. âyou wanted some cock that bad that you had to rile me up like this?â
there, now you remember. how youâd been hanging off carlos and flirting with him the entirety of the mission in front of leonâs face to get a rise out of him. leon had been spending far too much time alone from you recently, always busy on solo tasks or getting work done or, your least favourite, up to highly confidential tasks with ada where theyâd be alone together and heâd come home late at night without an explanation.
â âs cause you donât even pay attention to me anymore,â you say between gasped moans and whimpers when he hits too deep inside you, his tip pressing down on one of your softest parts. your head drops to the side of your pillow as you try to avoid eye contact and, but leon grabs you by the throat and turns your head back to him, forcing you to look into his eyes as his cock stills inside you.
âwhatâd you just say?â
you squirm from the pressure on your throat and his cock pressing into you from where itâs buried entirely in your warm hole. âs-saidâŠâ you pant, legs quivering on him. âyou donât pay me attention anymore.â
he runs his tongue over the inside of his cheek, wondering where you came up with that. he drags his cock out of you with only the tip left inside, causing you to squirm again for the opposite reason than a moment ago, where youâd felt too full. now you feel too empty, and that buzzy feeling that usually encapsulates your body when youâre close to cumming fades a little.
âi pay loads of attention to you. quit - fuck - lying to my face and tell me why youâre actually being bad.â
you try to drop your leg back around his waist and push his hips forward so his cock can fill you up again, but he knows immediately what youâre trying to do and puts your leg right where it belongs.
âcause of ada!â you blurt, voice petulant as he watches you. when the truth comes out, he blinks at you and frowns. âyou spend time with ada and go out on your solo missions and then you come mngh home and you just have to work more⊠you donât spend time with me anymore!â
leon stares down at your pouty face and the tears that start to pool in your waterline, and he coos as recognition immediately clouds his features. he slowly sinks inside you again, adopting a much more gentle, romantic pace. his hands come up to cradle your face instead of restraining you. âoh baby iâm sorryâŠâ
he slows his thrusts into deep, slow ones that allow you to feel every inch of him filling you and stretching out your walls with each thrust. pressing his forehead against yours, he moans softly, watching your face contort with pleasure each time he bottoms out. âwhy didnât you just tell me? wouldâve dropped everything to make sure my baby feels loved.â
"cause 's embarassing." your words come out in between gasps and pants, meanwhile slowly, that buzz resurfaces. he feels you tighten around him, pussy squeezing around his cock as it plunges slowly in and out of your soaked hole. leon guides your arms around his neck and places a kiss to your mouth. "don't be embarrassed." he reassures you, lips moving against yours as he speaks. "always let me know so i can be sure i'm taking care of you proper. okay?"
"k-kay..." you pant, eyes rolling back when his cock rolls up inside you because of the way leon thrusts inside you, his tip poking your sweet spot just long and firm enough for the coil in your stomach to snap, and without warning, you feel yourself cumming around his cock. your arms tighten around him and you gasp his name, moving your hips downward to meet his thrusts as he chases his own orgasm while wrapping his body around you and kissing you deeply.
your body goes limp from under him, walls squeezing tightly around him as you cum around his cock. leon moans your name against your lips, tongue slipping inside your mouth and sending one last thrust inside you before he spills into you, warm load filling you up and flooding around his cock, which is still inside you.
leon stays still for a moment after, breathing heavily as he tries to catch himself. he doesn't quite want to move yet because he's still got so much on his mind. "hey." he murmurs at you, trying to coax you out of post-sex fuzziness. with his forehead still pressed to yours, he stares into your shiny eyes, thumb wiping up the tears that'd fallen down your face earler. "don't do that again, okay? keep stuff from me."
though you're still catching your breath, you do your best to respond. "i just didn't wanna seem needy." you murmur. he shakes his head and makes a gruff noise of disagreement. "you are needy, hon. i like it that way. having my girl rely on me."
your lips press together and your hands slide up into his hair to play with the blond strands as he continues. "i've been gone too much." he amits, his thumb still moving absentmindedly against your cheek. "didn't think about that'd feel like for you. and that's on me."
"leon-"
"hold on," he cuts in softly, shaking his head and brushing his nose against yours lightly. "let me say it." his gaze softens a little, his cock still inside you and making you feel all the more warm and satiated. it's just so intimate, how he's reassuring you while holding you like this, with every part of you connected and pressed into him. "i don't like you feeling like you gotta compete for my attention." he says quietly.
you melt into him a little more, your legs loosely hooked around him now without any tension behind it, just wanting to stay close.
"and i'll fix that." he whispers, pecking your plush lips. "starting with not disappearing on you every other day. and maybe taking you with me when i can."
your eyes light up just a little at that, even through the lingering sleepiness. "yeah?"
"yeah." he nods, laying on top of you without crushing you with his weight too much, half on, half off. he hums at the little soft back scratches you give him at the same time.
after a moment, he speaks again. "...were you really flirting with carlos, though?"
"dunno, maybe."
he huffs at that and tightens his grip around you enough to make a statement. "don't do that again either."
pairing: leon kennedy x reader (ft other re characters)
summary: 4 times the team notices something's up with leon and the 1 time they figure it out (spoiler: he's married)
genre: fluff
Claire notices the ring by accident.
Theyâre in the middle of a debrief. Multiple papers are spread across the table, coffeeâs gone cold, and Leon is leaning back in his chair with one arm slung over the backrest, listening quietly and absorbing the information seamlessly. He isnât speaking much, nodding occasionally, eyes flicking between whoeverâs speaking.
Itâs when he reaches forward to slide a document closer that the light catches on his hand.
Claire raises an eyebrow in curiosity.Â
A ring.
Itâs a casual band, not decorated with gems. It sits on his ring finger on his left hand. The hand.Â
She blinks, certain sheâs mistaken. Leon doesnât wear jewelry. He never has, especially with the type of work they do.Â
The conversation flows around her, but sheâs no longer following along. Her eyes drift back to his hand, specifically the finger, tracking the movement as he flips a page, as he gestures to a chart as he makes a point. She feels like if she rubs her eyes or looks away for too long, itâll vanish.Â
It doesnât.
By the time the meeting finishes, Claire convinced herself that she needs confirmation.
Everyone rushes out of the conference room, ready to start working. Sherryâs halfway out the door when Claire catches her wrist, tugging her back into the conference room.
âDid you see that?â Claire asks, lowering her voice. Leonâs hearing is freakishly good.Â
Sherry frowns. âSee what?â
Claire tilts her head toward the conference room, where Leon is still inside gathering his things. âHis hand.â
Sherry squints, trying to follow. âWhat about it?â
âThereâs a ring,â Claire deadpans. âOn his left hand.â
Sherryâs expression sparks with curiosity immediately. âNo way.â
âIâm serious.â
They both glance back to the man in question. Leon slips his jacket on, rolling his shoulders slightly, trying to ease the tension out of them, completely unaware of the scrutiny.
Sherry leans closer to her, whispering. âMaybe itâs nothing.â
âOn that finger?â Claire raises an eyebrow. âThatâs not nothing.â
Sherry purses her lips together. âOkay, but if he was married, weâd know, right?â
Claire scoffs. âWould we?â
Sherry frowns a bit at that. Leonâs always been private, sure. Itâs a known fact that he likes to keep things to himself. Almost to his detriment.Â
Still.
âMaybe the ring only fits on that finger,â Sherry suggests. âOr he doesnât know the meaning of the finger. Or-â
âSherry, Leonâs not that stupid.â
They look at each other, then watch as Leon finally walks up to them near the door. He gives them a nod and a small smile only reserved for those closest to him.
He raises a brow. He can tell thereâs something more, but he doesnât press. He never does. Instead, he lifts a hand in a casual wave and heads down the hall, footsteps steady as they echo.
The ring glints once more before he disappears around the corner.
Claire exhales slowly, letting out a breath she didnât know she was holding. Sherry turns to her, eyes wide. âOkay, thatâs weird.â
Claire crosses her arms, still staring at the empty space where he stood. âYeah,â she murmurs. âThatâs really weird.â
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Sherry doesnât mean to see it either.
Sheâs leaving a lot later than usual, caught up in paperwork that refused to end, and by the time she finally makes her way out to the parking lot, the sky has already started to darken.
Sheâs halfway to her car when the low hum of an engine draws her attention.
The Porsche is hard to miss.
Leonâs leaning casually against it, one hand resting on the roof, the other tucked into his pocket. He checks his watch, then glances toward the entrance.
Sherry slows her steps without thinking, curiosity pulling her attention in that direction.
A few seconds later, someone steps out.
Itâs a woman.
Sherry frowns slightly, instinctively trying to put a name to her. She doesnât recognize her from the office, and sheâs certain she would remember if she had. The woman moves towards the black car, spotting Leon immediately.
He straightens as she approaches. Sherry notes that his shoulders relax, his lips curve upward, and his attention narrows entirely onto her.
They exchange a few words that Sherry canât hear from where she stands, but the woman smiles, bright and wide, and Leon mirrors it. Sherry hasnât seen him smile like that in a while. Then, without hesitation, he opens the passenger door for her.
Sherryâs eyes widen even more.
She watches as the woman slips into the seat, as Leon closes the door behind her and circles around to the driverâs side, as he glances at his passenger one more time before getting in.
The engine hums again, and the Porsche pulls away with the rev of the engine.
Sherry stands there, dumbfounded, for a few seconds. She blinks, shaking herself out of it, and hurries the rest of the way to her car.
â
Chris figures out somethingâs off when Leon turns him down.
It isnât the first time theyâve gone for drinks after a long day, and it certainly isnât the first time Chris has been the one to suggest it. Itâs a routine that the two found themselves performing regularly, a way to digest everything they⊠deal with. Plus, Chris likes that Leon and him have similar tastes in drinks and bar establishments.Â
So, when Chris finds himself itching for a glass of whiskey, he doesnât think twice.
Theyâre walking out of the building together, the afternoon sun casting long shadows on the pavement. Chris wraps up his story of the most recent mission he went on.Â
âHey,â Chris asks, glancing over. âIâm probably gonna head over to the bar and drink a glass or two. You in?âÂ
Leon looks at him, but pauses for a second before responding. Chris has never seen him hesitate like this.
Then, Leon shakes his head. âCanât tonight.â
Chris slows to a stop, circling around to stand in front of Leon. âYouâve got something going on?â
Leon nods, a faint smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. âYeah. Already made plans.â
Chris just stands there and stares. Leonâs response is⊠unusual.Â
âAlright,â he says, shrugging it off. âRain check.â
âDefinitely,â Leon replies. âNext roundâs on me.âÂ
They reach the parking lot, and Chris watches as Leon veers slightly, heading toward his sleek, black Porsche parked a little further down.Â
Chris leans against his own car for a moment, arms crossed, as Leon unlocks the door. Thereâs a brief pause before Leon gets in and heâs checking something, looks like his phone at a message. Chris swears he sees a glimpse of a smile as Leon slides into the driverâs seat and pulls away.
Chris watches until the car disappears from view.
Plans, he thinks. Leon has plans.
He huffs out a small breath, shaking his head as he pushes himself off the car and reaches for his keys.
âSince when?â
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Jill wouldâve missed it if she hadnât been paying attention.
Her and Leon stop for a coffee break in between briefings, a rare, small pocket of time. The place is small, a few blocks away from the usual rush of the main streets, and they wait silently in line, comfortable. Whenever itâs just them two, thereâs not much chatter.Â
Itâs their turn to order, and Leon, the gentleman that he is, offers to pay for her drink. When the cashier echoes their total, Leon reaches into his leather jacket for his wallet.
This catches her attention as her eyes focus on his expensive leather black wallet. Jill remembers when Sherry bought him that for his birthday. Itâs worn, slightly shedding at one corner, but itâs just proof that itâs well loved. She sees his hand flip open the wallet, reaching for a couple of bills in the pocket.Â
Thatâs when she notices. Thereâs a photograph tucked into the clear sleeve.
It catches her attention before she can stop herself.Â
Leon doesnât seem to notice. Like itâs always been there. He pulls out the cash, hands it over, thanks the barista, all with the politeness he always has. The wallet stays open long enough for Jill to see the photo.Â
A woman.
Sheâs close to him in the picture, leaning into his side. Leonâs arm is around her shoulders, a curve of his smile. The photo is domestic and warm, she feels like sheâs intruding an intimate moment by just looking at it.Â
Jill looks away before he can catch her staring, but the warm feeling from the photo stays.Â
The baristas call their names and hand over their cups. The warmth radiates through the cardboard sleeve. As they step outside, a breeze goes by, making her shiver at the difference in temperature.Â
âSince when do you carry photos?â she asks.Â
Leon pauses mid-step, glancing at her. They both know what sheâs referring to. âSince a while ago.â
Jill tilts her head slightly. âYouâve been holding out on us.â
He huffs a soft laugh, shaking his head. âItâs nothing like that.â
Jill puts her arms up in fake surrender. She doesnât push further even though curiosity pulls at her. She knows that in this line of work, there are just some things you want to protect. Keep to yourself.
As they part ways, she finds herself glancing back at him.
Leon slips his wallet back into his jacket, the photograph hidden once more.
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Grace decides sheâs had enough.
By the time everyoneâs all in the same room again, the pieces started to come together. Claire and Sherry are big gossips, talking about Leonâs mysterious woman, and Grace, being the FBI agent she is, needs to come to a conclusion. Now.
Leon, for his part, is completely at ease.
Heâs seated at the table, flipping through a file, either unaware or unconcerned with the glances everyoneâs been giving him.Â
Grace leans back in her chair, arms crossed, studying him.
âSo,â she coughs, cutting through the low hum of conversation. âLeon, are you seeing anyone?â
The room hushes immediately. Claire and Sherryâs mouths open wide in shock, Chris hides a smirk under his hand, and Jill simply looks up from the paper in her hand.Â
Leon looks up, blinking once, caught off guard by the directness. He closes the file, setting it aside on the table.
âYeah,â he admits.
Claire leans forward. âYeah?â
Sherryâs eyes are practically sparkling with anticipation. Chris watches with an even bigger smirk, and Jill remains still, observant.
Grace raises an eyebrow. âYou want to elaborate on that?â
âI didnât think it was that big of a deal,â he shrugs.
âItâs a huge deal,â Claire argues. âYouâve been acting weird for weeks.â
âWeeks?â Chris repeats. âTry months.â
Sherry points at him. âYou have a ring.â
Jill adds, âAnd a photo.â
Grace nods. âAnd apparently a whole secret life that we donât know about.â
Leon glances between all of them, realizing very quickly that thereâs no easy way out of this.
ââŠIâm married.â
For a second, no one reacts. Leon sees all of the wheels in their heads turning, digesting what he just said. He can physically see the lightbulbs in their heads go off.Â
âYouâre what?â Claire blurts out.
âSince when?â Chris demands.
âMarried?â Sherry echoes, incredulous.
Jill just shakes her head, a small, disbelieving smile tugging at her lips.
Grace leans forward. âYouâre telling me you got married and didnât tell anyone?â
Leon raises his hands slightly, as if to calm the sudden wave of reactions. âIt wasnât exactly planned.â
âThat doesnât make it better,â Claire says. âIt actually kinda makes it worse.â
âWe would have come,â Sherry trails off, sounding a little offended. âYou didnât even give us the chance.â
Chris crosses his arms. âYou kept this from all of us?â
Leon hesitates, searching for the right words. Everyone in this very room is the closest thing he has to a family.Â
âWe⊠were in a rush.â he finally answers. âIt happened before I left for Wrenwood. There wasnât time for anything big, and we probably didnât want anything big anyway.â
Grace studies him. âSo you just decided to get married in secret.â
âI thought I was dying, okay?â Leon defends himself. âI just wanted to marry her.âÂ
Claire exhales sharply, running a hand through her hair. âUnbelievable.â
Sherry shakes her head, though thereâs a small smile starting to form. âI canât believe you didnât tell us.â
Chris lets out a low sigh. âYou owe us a long explanation.â
âAnd an introduction.â Jill leans back slightly, arms crossing.Â
âOf course,â Leon shrugs. âI figured that was coming.â
Grace smiles widely. âSo when do we meet her?â
âSoon.â His expression turns soft, thinking about his wife at that very moment. Everyone in the room canât help but smile at the sight. Â
And this time, no one misses the way his hand lays on top of the table, the ring catching the light, shining bright.Â
EDIT: part 2 here!
like this is my FAMILIA yall i love them so bad
i kinda had a hard time deciding the title of this actually... may change at some point iDK
description: after a long day of work at the dso, you were streaming when a subscriber admits they embarrassed themselves in front of a crush. to make them feel better, you tell them about the time you embarrassed yourself in front of an older agent, who you just so happened to have a fat crush on.
fluff âż 2.3k words -> leon kennedy masterlist
You had been working at the DSO for about two years. It was pretty mundane until you were moved to the location where some of the best field agents and dispatchers clocked in for work.
Among them, 30 year veteran Agent Leon Kennedy.
You heard so many stories about the guy growing up. You couldnât believe he was the one to save the president's daughter by himself, let alone survive Raccoon city in â98.Â
Needless to say, it was sort of surreal seeing him stalk around the office your first day at work.
He was insanely good looking, but the years werenât kind to him. You could tell from the way his shoulders were slightly hunched over from carrying the weight of the world for so long, the silver strands paving their way into his otherwise dark hair, and the faint lines etching their way across his face.
But, man, was he delectable.
You couldnât help it! It wasnât just the way he looked, but the way he acted.
He was kind to everyone around him. His dry jokes were awful in the best way. He was smart and you could tell he went out of his way to make everyone comfortable, including you.Â
You actually felt a little out of place on your first day, but he made sure to introduce himself to you first and mention you to his other colleagues to save you the awkward introductions.Â
Sometimes when heâd stumble into headquarters fresh from a mission, youâd steal a few glances, partly in concern and partly because a hot older guy was groaning and panting around headquarters with blood all over him.
Leon always looked a little rough when he returned. His hair would be slightly disheveled, jacket gone for whatever reason, clothes creased and worn from travel.Â
Sometimes there were faint bruises under his eye or temple or dried blood that wasnât even his, splattered across his collar and arms.Â
Despite looking like a hot mess, he still carried himself with that conviction that made everyone move out of his way without even thinking about it.
Almost every single damn time you snuck a glance, heâd catch you red handed. Those sharp blue eyes would flick your way and heâd nod, or if he still had the energy, come over and talk to you.Â
You always looked away in record time, suddenly finding the report in front of you wildly interesting.
You internally screamed whenever heâd walk over to your desk, lean against it, and ask you how your day was like he didnât just come back from hell.
It took everything in you not to act like a horny teenager and stare at the veins in his forearms, the little hairs and the speckles of blood decorating them.
And you could never weather that beautiful stare of his.
Whyâd he have to look at people so intently when they spoke?
Damn blue eyed stare.
You needed to convince him to get brown contacts or something.
As exciting as the job was sometimes, you just wanted to go home, hop on your computer, and forget the world existed by playing whatever games you found interesting.
You started streaming about a year ago and had recently reached a following of about two hundred thousand.
It was insane, but you were glad you werenât popular enough to be blasted all over TikTok or Instagram.
You were mid stream when someone donated fifty gifted subs.The message attached admitted theyâd embarrassed themselves in front of their crush.
You thanked them of course, but chuckled at their admission.
You sighed, the memory of the other day resurfacing.
âI know how you feel, girl, trust me,â you said, giving the camera a knowing look.
Your chat instantly exploded with people egging you on.
And Leon surely wasnât on Twitch soâŠ
you spilled.
âIf it makes you feel any better, I embarrassed myself real bad in front of my crush at work the other day too.â
You bit the skin on your hand as the memory plagued you.
Then you shook your head with a nervous chuckle. âOh man, I donât even know if I should say thisâŠâ
Another gifted sub popped up.
girl spill the tea I wonât tell anyone I promise
âAlright but if you clip this youâre all banned. Well actually Iâm like ninety nine percent sure this guy isnât even on social media okay heâsâŠheâs older so I donât have to worry about him finding out.â
You rolled your eyes as new chats came in.
OLDER??
like how much older?
You scratched the back of your neck, âhe's like....50?â
FIVE ZERO?
beekeeping age
an older man you say???
Dilffff
Oh so heâs a dilf
You gave the webcam a flat look.
ââŠOkay yeah heâs kind of a dilf, â You faltered, âbut he doesnât have children okay, not that I know of.â
You shifted in your seat.
âThis guy is very well known within our company. And I donât knowâheâs just great. Heâs nice to everyone, heâs funny, and he cares about people.â
You huffed at the incoming words of encouragement, or words of delusion.
girl get him
SEDUCE HIM
Ooo a little age gap momentt
WHAT DOES HE LOOK LIKE
whats his name
âI donât know if I should describe him cause I wanna respect his privacy,â you said with a small laugh. âBut letâs just call him âthe dilf from workâ. Heâs so out of my league itâs ridiculous.â
You leaned closer to the mic.
âSo the other day I was in the break room grabbing a snack before my shift. I was half asleep, okay? Like barely functioning and he walks in.â
You buried your face in your hands for a second before continuing.
âAnd I panic because I didnât expect him to be there so early. So I try to move out of the way really fast so he can get to the coffee machine. He sort of leans down to grab a coffee pod, while I grab my steel water bottleâŠand it sort of swings downââ
You pause, biting your tongue.Â
Your chat instantly filled with NOOOOOOOOs and you're assuming people know what comes next.
ââŠHe stands up and slams his head into the water bottle as itâs swinging toward himââ
You clutched your forehead, âSo now Iâm panicking and apologizing cause I bonked him in the head and heâs just crouching there looking confused while I'm holding a hand over the area to prevent it from bleeding more.â
Oh honeyâŠ
Yea i would clear out the whole room
loll no he probably thought it was cute trustâŠ.
real
âI felt like a fucking idiot!â you cried with a little laugh, rubbing your face in anguish.Â
You covered your eyes with your palms and peeked through your fingers to read chat, "At least he was nice about it, he didnât even complain.âÂ
You sigh, âbut that was still embarrassing.âÂ
âI would never wish harm on anyone,â you continued quietly, âbut I hope he got a concussion and forgets that even happenedâŠor just forgets I exist in general.â
Comments rolled in again.
imagine he sees this
help
yall better not clip ts
âNo, don't worry,â you reassured. âHeâs not gonna see this. No one at my work is on Twitch or social media or anything like that.â
You let your arms fall back to the armrests and rocked the chair once, eyes flicking over the flood of messages.
Most of them were variations of thereâs no way thatâs true.
You just smiled to yourself.
And despite yourself, you suppressed a stupid little smile.
Because there was still a part of that embarrassing story you hadnât told them because thinking about it still made your heart do something extremely annoying.
It happened right after the water bottle incident.
Youâd found the little first aid kit in one of the cupboards and patched the cut on his forehead as best as you could while apologizing about twenty times. Leon had been sitting on the edge of the counter, head tilted forward a little so you could reach him, one hand braced against the surface beside him.
You were trying very hard not to think about how close he was. Or how embarrassing it was that you had nailed a federal agent in the head with a metal water bottle.
âThere,â you muttered once the bandage was finally in place.
Your fingers were still a little shaky as you stepped back. âSorry,â you added again.
Leon waved you off with a soft grin, âAh, donât worry about it.â
You turned toward the sink to throw the wrapper from the bandage away when you noticed there was dried blood on your fingers.
His blood. You froze for a second, staring at it.
âOh,â you murmured quietly to yourself.
You reached for the sink to wash it off before it could smear on anything else, but you barely had time to turn the faucet when Leon spoke.
âHere, " he slid off the counter, "Let me.â
You glanced back.
Your pulse jumped the second his fingers wrapped around your wrist, they were huge and a little dry and calloused.Â
âSorry about that,â he said, before he gently rinsed your hand under the faucet for longer than necessary and squeezed it a bit to ring it dry, like all this was his fault.
Back in the present, your chair rocked softly as chat continued flying up the screen.
âBut anywaysâŠIâm sure Iâll get over it someday.â
The next day at work you were running on maybe four hours of sleep.
You barely noticed Leon approaching until his shadow fell across your desk.
When you looked up, there he was with two cups of coffee in his hands.
He slid one toward you, and you straightened in surprise, âOhâthank you!âÂ
âFigured youâd need it, youâve been here all day,â His voice was low and warm, a little rough around the edges like he was tired too.
Leon leaned forward, resting both elbows on your desk like he always did. The sleeves of his dark shirt were pushed up just slightly, revealing those familiar muscles you tried very hard not to stare at.
His hair was a little messy today, strands falling loosely across his forehead. There were faint shadows beneath his eyes that hinted he hadnât slept much either, maybe he was working late, but somehow it only made him look better.
Your eyes were so dry they almost made the SpongeBob blinking sound, so you rubbed them.Â
âTired?â He asked, gaze flitting around your face.Â
âYeahâŠI was up all night finishing some reports after streaming.â You grin sheepishly.Â
He nods, âStreaming huh?â
You blinked.
âYeahâyou knowâŠlike on Twitch. Playing games and talking to chat and stuff.â
Leonâs mouth twitched faintly as he raised his cup to take a sip,Â
âI know what streaming is,â he clarified, eyes nearly piercing at you over the rim of his cup, like he was staring right into your soul.Â
You shifted in your seat, âOh.âÂ
âIâm not that old,â he added, voice softer this time.Â
You laughed, âSorry, I just figured it wasnât your kind of thing.â
He shifted his weight slightly against your desk, one shoulder dipping as he leaned more comfortably into the conversation.
âYouâd be surprised,â he continued. âIâve actually seen a few of yours.â
You froze completely.
ââŠHuh?â You said stupidly.Â
âYeah.â Leon gave a small shrug like it was nothing, though the corner of his mouth and the glint in his eyes hinted he was enjoying your turmoil.
âIâm not really online myself, but Sherry said you had a big followingâŠfigured Iâd take a look and see what you got up to after work.â
Your stomach dropped straight through the floor.
Damn Sherry.Â
Whenever he talked with the two of you, she was always looking at you with that little smirk. Or worse, nudged you on the shoulder whenever he approached you guys and made up some lame excuse to leave you alone with himâŠyou knew she could sense your fat crush on him from day one. Â
âOh.â Your brain was replaying every second of last night. âOkay.â You cleared your throat, trying to behave normally.Â
Then you noticed him rub the side of his head absently, fingers brushing along his temple.
âIâm so sorry again about hitting your head the other day,â you blurted out.Â
âWhat do you mean?â he blinked.
You stared, âWhen I hit your head with the water bottle?â
An amused huff left him, âI actually donât remember much, I think I got a concussion. Been forgetting everything lately.â
You straightened immediately.
Wait, he actually got a concussion?âŠFrom a water bottle? So much for America's toughest agent.Â
You shook your head, what were you thinking?Â
So insensitive.Â
âIâm so sorry,â you frown, a wave of guilt washing over you, âIs it like a short term memory loss kind of thing?â
Leon watched you for a moment, then a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. âYou could call it that.â
You nodded slowly, completely serious.
His eyes softened slightly as he looked down at you. Then he pushed off the desk, standing up straight again, âAh, forgot Iâve got a meeting to head to.â
âGood luck,â You say a little dejectedly, expecting him to walk away, but he leaned closer.Â
You blinked, swallowing at his proximity.Â
âYou might have to remind me what happened later over dinner,â he crooned.Â
What.Â
âOver dinner?...â
âOver dinner,â He concluded, leaning away to slip his jacket on, âYou know, since you âbonkedâ my head so hard.âÂ
Your soul left your body.
âButââÂ
âIâll pick you up at seven.â Leon winked and walked away, leaving you sitting there, face burning, realizing two horrifying things at once.
One.
He definitely watched your stream.
And two.
You were absolutely going to dinner with the dilf from work.
A few months later, things were different, but in a good way.
You had somehow survived the embarrassment of that stream and maiming Leon, the panic of realizing he heard about the stream, and the nerves that came along with that first dinner.
And now here you are, still streaming.
Except now there was a six foot government agent occasionally wandering through your apartment like it was the most normal thing in the world.
You were mid stream when your front door clicked open.
Your chat was already moving fast, colorful messages flying past your screen as you tried to focus. Behind you, you heard the quiet thud of footsteps and the rustle of a jacket being set down. You didnât turn around right away since you were in the middle of a fight in your game, but you could hear him moving around the apartment, unhurried and quiet in that way he always was.
Your chat, unfortunately, noticed.
who just came in?
DOOR?
Is that a mannn???
You tried to ignore them, but a second later Leon stepped up beside your desk.
You caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of your eye. His hair was a little messy like usual, the collar of his jacket slightly rumpled, and he looked tired the way he often did after work.Â
He was holding a small paper bag. Without interrupting you, he quietly set a couple snacks down beside your keyboard. You looked up, giving him a soft grin as he crouched to give you a quick kiss.Â
Your chat exploded again.
HELLO?????
wait guys whose that
SNACK DELIVERY???
IS THAT HIM
tHe WORK DILFâŠ
You snorted softly under your breath.
Leon leaned a hip against the side of your desk, folding his arms loosely as he watched your screen for a second.Â
His expression was calm, faintly amused for someone being examined by thousands.
When the chapter of the game ended with a cut scene, you leaned back in your chair with a relieved exhale.Â
âOkay guys, relax,â you said, grabbing one of the snacks Leon brought.
You glanced sideways at him.Â
He raised an eyebrow slightly, âDonât be rude, Hon, arenât you gonna introduce me?âÂ
You rolled your eyes.
âChat this is the work dilf I told you guys about a few months ago.â
Leon let out a quiet chuckle at that, ââThe work what?â
He braced one hand on the back of your chair and leaned down further until his head appeared on the edge of the camera frame. He squinted slightly at the screen, trying to read the messages flying past.Â
HELLO SIR
Yo is that Leon Kennedy??
HI LEON
easy white chocolateÂ
Your work dilf saved the presidents daughter?Â
Easy there white chocolate
BE cool chat
guys she said she works for the dso it makes sense
His brow furrowed with genuine confusion. âWhy are they calling me white chocolate?â
You shook your head as the chat spammed even more at the sound of his voice.Â
ooo heâs realÂ
HIS VOICE
flash us
BEEKEEPING AGEÂ
Leon leaned a little closer to the monitor.
ââŠWhatâs beekeeping age?â
You dropped your head into your hands.
Leon glanced down at you, a small crooked smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
âShould I be concerned?â he asked quietly.
You shook your head in defeat, âI donât even know.âÂ
While your chat was having the time of their lives, Leon leaned one arm on the desk, settling in like he had officially joined the stream.
He scanned the chat slowly.
âAlright,â he murmured, âIâll read some more.â
You winced,
âMaybe donâtââ
Too late.
HOW OLD ARE YOU
Leon huffed, âOld.â
Wait so what do you guys do for work?
Leon paused, ââŠWe work for the government.â
ARE YOU ACTUALLY THE WORK CRUSH
Leon glanced sideways at you, eyes softening just a little, âI hope so.â
aww how did you fall for her??
âWell, I knew she was the one for me when she clocked me in the head with a bottle.â
You smacked his chest, âIt wasn't on purpose!â
Your heart flipped a little when he grabbed your hand and placed a soft kiss on your palm.
He straightened up after a moment, grabbing a snack from the bag. âWell, this has beenâŠenlightening.â
âSure was,â you muttered under your breath.Â
He glanced down at you, âYouâ done embarrassing yourself online for the night?â
You huffed, ââŠNo.â
Leon chuckled quietly, then ruffled your hair as he walked away.
You looked at the webcam like your chat was in timeout. âI hate all of you.â
Leonâs voice drifted from the kitchen.
âBe nice.â
Your viewers immediately sided with him of course.
shiii i mean, if leon worked with me, the world would neverrr hear the end of it.
I FOUND OUT WHAT IT MEANS and I was right :D i was worried it had some crazy double meaning
Quiet; The Absence of Words - Leon Kennedy x quiet!DSOAgent!Reader
Summary: You are assigned as Leon's new rookie. It's been 6 months since that day, and you have never spoken a word to him. It's just not in your nature. But what happens when he collapses in front of you during the events of RE9? What happens after that?
Part 1 - Oh, Fuck!
Part 2 - The Five Times vs. 1
Part 3 - Smiley Faces and Sandwiches
Part 4 - Call the Repairman!
Part 5 - It's A Secret
Part 6 - Grandpa, Grandma, and Chocolate Chip Pancakes
Resident Evil 4!Leon Kennedy
Inspired by a text post by @tothelions who supported me through like three drafts of this in three days because who knew just how many ways bowling and hands could go!!
Summary: in their words "as a hands lover, the concept of going to the bowling club and being so distracted by Leon's big ass hands and fingers on the ball that you struggle to score any points and it leads to absolute filth is taking over my life."
Not a total match at complete filth but I wanted to try!!
Words:Â 4k
Warnings:Â Swearing, bit angsty, smut, p in v no protection oops Minors DNI!
You and Leon Kennedy are not friends, but you both occupy a space in the same social circle. For the most part, you arenât troubled by his presence. Heâs a shut-off, stuck-up asshole who barely says a word, and thatâs if heâs even around.Â
He spends so much time at work it borders on unhealthy. It kinda makes you wish he would come out more, get a better sense of a work life balance - maybe then he would stop being such a prick.
Kinda being the operative word, because when Chris tells you âKennedyâs on his way, heâll meet us thereâ you roll your eyes so far back in your skull it hurts.
âI saw that.â Claire laughs.Â
âOh and thereâs plenty more where that came from.â You murmur. âCâmon, letâs go. Chris, youâre driving, I think I might need a drink.â
It hadnât always been like this between you. In fact, you had harboured unspoken and almost certainly unrequited feelings for Leon for some time before things seemed to blow up in your face. It was the last time you had voluntarily spent time with Leon, a couple of years ago. You were at Claireâs house and had gone inside to get more drinks. You took a while, first trying to locate the bottle opener, then juggling four beers.
By the time you neared the back door, you caught mention of your name. You stopped, out of curiosity, edging forward slightly to hear better. Youâre still not sure who mentioned your name, and sometimes you wonder if you made it up. But Leon was the one to speak next.Â
âItâs frustrating. It pisses me off. She pisses me off. Shit. Can I be pissed off at her for that?â
You didnât hear anything else after that.
If itâs possible to shut off your ears, thatâs what you did. You came out of the house and handed out the beers, avoiding Leonâs stare. Youâve been avoiding his eyes ever since.
Over the past two years, you had both pulled away to the point of becoming borderline enemies. Not hostile enough for separation within the group but cold enough to require a third person around at all times. Lucky for you, Chris and Claire often came as a package deal and had no shortage of friends to invite along to bowling night.Â
When you make it to the bowling alley parking lot, you bustle out of the car and make a beeline for the entrance. You feel uncharacteristically cold for the time of year. A sensation only enhanced by the ice cold stare of Leon Kennedy, sitting in the prebooked alley. Reserved for the Redfieldâs every Friday night.
âIâm surprised you remember the way here, man!â Chris chuckles on approach, slapping his hand on Leonâs shoulder.Â
âLetâs hope you remember how to have fun.â You chime in. The normal order of sly remarks commences.
âOuch.â He raises his right hand to lay over his heart, if he had one, fingers splayed wide over the expanse of his chest. âThat hurts.â You roll your eyes in Claireâs direction, a necessary tactic to avert your gaze from his oversized hands covering so much of his muscle.Â
When Sarah and Katie arrive soon after, the game begins. In more ways than one.
You gravitate to the ball you choose most often, a medium dark blue ball with a shimmery sheen to it. Itâs a firm favourite of yours for nights like this. Leon catches your eye and signals for you to go first. âWow, your gentlemanly behaviour knows no bounds.â He remains silent and simply smiles.
Muscle memory takes over as you approach the lane, ball close to your chest, before you bring your arm backwards, walk forward a few more steps and push the ball forwards across the shining wooden aisle. You watch as it turns on its axis, speeding down the lane. You throw with a bit of a curve so know yourself well enough to compensate in the initial line up. The ball hits the pocket between the first and second row and you turn to face your friends (and Leon) as the pins fall to the ground.
Chris and Claire clap as you bow. Sarah hollers and Katie goes in for a high five.Â
âStrike.â Leon appraises with a deadly smirk and a hint of surprise.
âNothing lost on you, eh Kennedy?â You know you have a tendency to be short with him now, as if being aware you piss him off makes you want to do it more, but this remark is different. You smile. You're not sure if you mean to, but you do. âItâs a tough act to follow.â Says Leon, throwing you a look. If you two hadn't been borderline at each other's throats for some time, you would have believed that was flirtatious.
Chris, Katie and Sarah follow on from Claire, with their own varying degrees of success. But youâre not paying them much attention. Leonâs choosing of his own bowling ball is nothing short of a performance, though youâre not sure who for. He seems to give his choice a great deal of thought as he picks up each of the bowling balls with ease, even lightly throwing them up into the air.Â
The most distinctive and distracting part of his show, however, is the oddly intimate stroke of his hand over the veneer followed by the slow sliding of his fingers into the holes of the bowling ball. Instead of telling him to hurry up and get a grip however, you find yourself staring just a little too long. So long in fact that by the time you look back up at Leonâs face, he is staring right back at you.
âWhat?â
âNothing.â With an absence of anything witty to say, Leon knows it's not nothing.
âSeems like there's an art to this. I just want to get it right.â
âYou keep drafting those excuses for when you lose, Kennedy.â
âBowlings a tough game, not to mention it seems to be a hidden talent for you.â
âIf you spent more time with your friends, it wouldn't be so hidden.â You turn to Chris. âI'm getting a drink. Want a soda or anything?âÂ
âSure, surprise me.â Before you walk away, you look back over your shoulder. âLeon?â The question is quiet but a sure act of defiance against what had become the status quo. If he was going to play the game, so would you.
âI'll have whatever he's having, thanks.âÂ
Handing him his drink takes you both back to that day but this time, you donât avoid his stare. You look at him head on. âYou missed my throw.â He says. âIt wasnât as good as yours but, I could still be in the running.âÂ
âIâll be the judge of that.â You smile, taking a sip of your drink.
Your next throw is as good as your first, which you are quietly confident about. Or not-so-quietly, as Leon can see it written all over your face.Â
When itâs Leonâs turn to throw however, so begins your undoing.Â
He rolls his shoulders back, drawing your attention to his well maintained and defined muscles, before flexing his fingers before positioning his hands on the ball and taking his shot. It was hypnotising for a fleeting moment, but the effect was sustained.
Almost every ball you threw after watching him bowl went into the gutter. If it didnât go in the gutter, it skimmed the edge of the outlying pins and caused a horrendous split.Â
âIt happens.â Leon shrugs.
âEspecially when youâre busy ogling your sworn enemy.â Claire speaks loud enough only for you to hear. Your elbow meets her middle soon after.
As a result of your new kryptonite, Katie won instead. A well deserved and celebrated win, but not the outcome you had expected, to rub your talent in Leon Kennedyâs face.Â
With the end of the night drawing in, you file out the door towards your respective cars. Katie and Sarah head off first, waving out their windows. But when Chris tries to start the car, heâs about as successful as you were at bowling over Leon Kennedy.
âFuck.â
Chris is relieved to see that Leon is still in the lot and flags him down, but thereâs no hope for fixing the car tonight. Leon volunteers to get everyone home tonight and says heâll come back tomorrow and see if he can help get it going again.
âCheers man.â
âNo worries, get in.â
Due to an unfortunate susceptibility to travel sickness, you have to take the seat upfront next to Leon. He says nothing, of course, but you see the way Claire and Chris look at one another.Â
Leonâs music begins to play through the speakers as he buckles up and drives off towards Chrisâ house. You had left your car there but since youâd had a drink, you decided you would just take Leon up on his offer of a lift all the way home. What was the harm?
Surface level conversation is had between the three of them about the next time you plan to hang out. As per usual, Leon isnât sure if heâll be there, but says he will do his best. You struggle to retain focus on the conversation as you keep your eyes on the way Leon drives.
His hands are relaxed on the wheel but poised perfectly for every manoeuvre he makes, every gear change, every corner and each stop light. The red glow of the stop light on his hands is particularly thought provoking, especially the way he drums his fingers on the steering wheel.
âUh Leon.â Claireâs concerned intonation draws you from the prison of your unchecked thoughts. âThis is the way to my house.â Claire doesnât do subtle very well. You turn around to see that Chris has already been dropped off. Ah.
âYeah?âÂ
âI live the other way.â You say, trying to help Leon understand. But he does. He just doesnât care.
âI am aware.â Whilst you and Leon had exchanged a record number of words today, you werenât sure how you felt about breaking the three people at all times rule. âI also live the other way. It makes more sense to drop you off first Claire than to run the car back and forth unnecessarily, no?â The silence confirms everyone is now thinking about the party-of-three rule.
âItâs fine, Iâll resist the urge to kill him.â
Pulling up to Claireâs, the goodbye feels a lot more charged. Thereâs no real danger, everyone knows that, but with a rule theyâve stuck to for so long, it feels weird that tonight, of all nights, itâs being broken.
You let her know that youâll likely see her tomorrow when you go back to Chris for your car and she waves you off.Â
âQuick question.â Leon says after a few minutes, the two words are heavily charged, like heâs been waiting two years to ask you, not just tonight. âD'you think I'm blind?â A strange icebreaker given the circumstances.
âWell, considering your aim today-â
âCut the shit. You and I both know there is nothing wrong with my aim. Just ask me and I'll demonstrate any way you want.â You huff a laugh. âWhat now?â
âGod, you're cocky.â
âSo were you tonight, until your special skill failed you.â
âCharming.â
âRich coming from you.â He sneers. You had gotten so close to pushing past whatever it was that separated you and now, you're bickering again.
âDo you ever communicate properly?!â
âJeez, you're beginning to piss me off.â
âBeginning?!â You laugh loudly, cruelly.
âWhat?âÂ
âThe way I heard it, I piss you off just by existing.âÂ
âI repeat, what?â
âI overheard you telling our friends that I piss you off.â
âWhen?â
âLike two years a-â
âYou have got to be kidding me.â His hand wipes down across his face.
Neither of you say anything else until he pulls up at your house.Â
âCan I come in and explain?â
âWhy can't you explain here?â You fold your arms.
âSo I can look you in your damn face when I tell you rather than sit adjacent to you like a wooden fucking puppet with no feelings?â
You sigh and mumble a signal for him to follow, opening the car door.Â
âI'm getting into my comfy clothes before we get into whatever this crap is.â
âBe my guest.â He snaps as you unlock the door. You don't bother to hold the door open for him and make your way upstairs to get changed. He loiters in the living room for your return.
You come down the stairs in sleep shorts and an old shirt. Nothing he hadn't seen before, but you are a little self conscious as you enter the room and fling yourself down on the couch.
âLay it on me then.âÂ
âYou first. Why the fuck didn't you say anything?â His voice is strong, but not loud.
âWhat was I going to say? Hey, I heard on the grape vine that I piss you off, what's up with that?â
âYes? You've never cared that much what someone might think about you.âÂ
âMaybe I do.â
âWe were supposed to be friends.â
âCry me a river.âÂ
âYou've been cold as ice for years.â You move to interrupt but he won't let you. âThen tonight? What was with the looks? The spectacular throws and then the gutterballs? God damn it I meant what I asked earlier, you think I'm blind? You would not stop staring at me.â He sits down beside you. âMy hands.â He says. âSeemed to be of particular interest.â You know your shame is showing now. âI'd wager your ball wasn't the only thing in the gutter tonight.â
âLe-âÂ
âIndulge me.â He pleads. âIf you will. Feel free to tell me to fuck off.âÂ
âFine.â It crosses your mind to tell him to fuck off but you are interested to see where this goes.
âOpen your legs.â
âWhat the-?â You speak, but you're not sure how. You wonder if youâre dreaming or if this is some elaborate prank.Â
âYou heard me.â You feel your heartbeat descend as you spread your legs. Unsure why you are doing it, but you want to. âThere we go.â There's a light taunt to his words but they only contribute positively to your worked up state. âLean yourself back a bit for me.â You comply.
His palm rests on the leg closest to him, warmth radiating from his skin onto yours. He slides his hand backwards and forwards from your knee to your inner thigh. âThis what you wanted?â He asks as his thumb makes contact with you through your shorts before retreating back towards your knee. Your hips wriggle, subconsciously pushing your core forward. âI think that's a yes. What if I were toâŠâ He drags his palms back and slips his fingers past the material of your shorts and underwear, pushing them to the side. âWhat if I were to fuck you with my fingers?â
âPlease do.â Your plea prompts him to sink two fingers into your pussy. His ring and middle finger no less, before he slips his thumb under the fabric too, pressing it to the top of your clit. You groan as he begins a slow rhythm. You try to breathe through the waves of pleasure.Â
âJealous of a bowling ball, you're ridiculous.â He chuckles to himself, moving his thumb easily on your arousal, catching the most sensitive part of you, earning a closed mouth moan. âJesus Christ." His voice rumbles. âMight cum just from hearing that.â You laugh. You used to wonder if he would ever say more than a few sentences, now you wonder if he'll ever shut up. Though you're not sure if you want him to. He speeds up but his pressure remains perfect. He's kissing your neck now. Humming in satisfaction at the way your mouth hangs open as if to speak but you can't. âWant me to make you cum like this? Right here?â His whispering makes you lightheaded.
âOh please, Leon here-â He alters the pressure in response to your soft words.
âI don't think you've been this polite towards me in years. Should have done this sooner. Look at you being so well behaved for me.â
The absence of feeling in your legs is worrying only for a moment before you cum. The noise you make is louder than you'd expected, but cut short with a kiss, causing you to melt into the sofa. He laughs into your mouth as he wrangles his hand free. You deepen the kiss, hands holding either side of his head. He's sure he's going to fall apart completely when you break away too soon. But his disappointment is quickly remedied with your focus on the button on his jeans. âShit.â He hisses as you move to sit on his lap.
You drag his zip down slowly, teasing yourself as much as him. The plain navy boxers are no surprise to you with his signature style of simplicity and quiet luxury. You can't say you're surprised at his size either but his bulge is impressive.
âYou gonna fuck me here?â
âWherever you want it.âÂ
You almost growl as you lean in to smother him with another kiss, tongues breaking apart only briefly for you to mumble an order to take you upstairs. And take you upstairs he does, as he supports your weight, stands up from the sofa and carries you up to the bedroom.Â
âShow off.â You say under your breath before nipping his bottom lip.Â
He sits you on your bed and pulls off your top before laying you back to undress the rest of you properly. He makes a noise in the back of his throat that he tries to cover up but itâs no use, you heard. âWhat are you waiting for?â You ask. He crawls over your body to kiss you. He takes his time with your mouth before bringing the kiss down your neck. He finally drags his jeans and boxers off himself and throws them behind him.
Heâs large, and painfully hard. He also looks as though heâs shaved recently and the idea that he looks after his appearance this thoroughly is an additional turn on to say the least. You reach out to touch him but his hand wraps around your wrist before you can.
âIf itâs all the same to you, I need to be inside you, like yesterday.â His face is branded with arousal that seems to mirror your own.
âPlease.âÂ
Leonâs touch is tender when he parts your thighs and lifts up your legs, watching as he slides himself all the way inside of you with a satisfied moan.Â
âOh-h-h- boy.â Leon swallows and screws up his features. He takes a moment before he starts fucking into you slowly. âTell me if I-â
âTouch me, please just fucking touch me.â Leonâs large hands cover your body quickly. He had no problem fulfilling such a simple request, especially one that gets you this worked up.Â
âYour skin is so soft.â He purrs into your ear, his hand coming up around your neck.
âOh fuck, Leon.â You didnât know how much you wanted his hand around your throat until it was there as he was fucking into you. A light squeeze coaxes an unholy noise from you, that he wants to commit to memory.
âYeah, you like my hand around your throat, huh? Squeezing it the way you squeeze my cock with your perfect- o-hâh-h fuck.â
You're gasping for air, unable to catch your breath with every pound of his cock into you, not only due to his hand at your throat, but the impossible force heâs driving into you.
Leon, on the other hand, seems largely unaffected, his pace is composed and controlled as he snaps into you at the hips with such precision it feels like you've been here before.Â
âYeah?â He boasts his question in response to your latest whine. âIs that good for you, pretty girl?â His right hand smoothes down from your neck, along your side and over your belly.Â
You don't have any time at all to feel self conscious as he presses his hand down, igniting a new sensation in an already dizzying mix. âFuck-â His breath catches. âYou feel that?â You nod, pathetically, transfixed at the sight of his hand on you, claiming you, securing you. âGetting a good look at my hands again too, hey?â He's so sure of himself. You nod again. He leans forward on his left arm, slowing down his thrusts intentionally, agonisingly, moving his right hand up to your face. You pout, much to his satisfaction. âOpen your mouth.â His eyes are darker than you remember, gaze moving between your lips and your eyes. You drop your mouth open for him, maintaining eye contact. âSay ahhh.â There's that cocksure smile as he places two fingers on your tongue. You waste no time using your tongue to suck them further into your mouth.Â
âLook at you.â His voice wavers, increasing his speed suddenly. âSo. Fucking. Hot.â He makes a noise that gives him away. Heâs close and so are you.
âLeon, I think Iâm gonna cum again.â You whine.
âMe too baby.â His voice is gravelly, and low, music to your ears as his composure slips away entirely and his thrusts are as shaky as his breaths.
Without a single smart comment, you drag his lips to yours and your moans intermingle as you cum and he follows not far behind.
You stay close like this until your breathing settles down and your pulses return to normal.Â
âHere, hang on.â He pulls out of you slowly and carefully before he gets off the bed and leaves the room. He comes back with the necessary supplies to clean you both up, wiping you down. The sensation of his hands on your body again has you twitching with anticipation.
âLeon.â You whisper.Â
âYeah?â
âYou might just set me off all over again if you do that.â You giggle, and he canât help but laugh too. âLet me.â You sit up and smile lazily.Â
His features are softer now. Whether itâs the light or the absence of tension, you like this look on him. You take your own hands and lay them on his chest. âGod, youâre handsome.â He blushes. Leon Kennedy actually blushes. It seems impossible after the way he just spoke to you.
âThat reminds me.â He picks up one of your hands and kisses your palm. âYou pissing me off.â
âNooo.â You groan and throw yourself back on the bed. âDonât ruin it, I donât want to know.â You put your fingers in your ears and hum.Â
You canât hear what he says but his expression is earnest enough for you to consider hearing him out. You take your fingers out of your ears as he lies down next to you and wraps you up in his arms.
âI said you pissed me offâŠbecause you were so gorgeous.â His words are spoken into the crown of your head as he caresses up and down the length of your back.Â
âAs if, Kennedy. You already got in my pants, no need to lie.â
âThat's exactly why I'm telling you now.â His stern and logical voice makes a return. âSo you know it wasn't some manipulation tactic.â You may not have shared many sincere words in the past two years but you know thatâs what this is. âClaire has always known how I feel about you. She asked me what I was looking at just to get a reaction out of me and she got it. I told her I couldnât stand how gorgeous you were. It pissed me off because it wasn't fair that I couldn't-â
âYou couldn't?â
âI couldn't tell you.â He smoothes your hair back from your face.Â
âWhat? Why?â He stares longingly into your eyes, as if weighing something up in his mind.Â
âIf you really want to know, Iâll tell you but just, not now, is that okay? There have been enough truths for one day.âÂ
âYouâre right, I think we learned a little too much about me today.â Leon laughs at your admission.Â
âI get it, we can all get a little carried away with our thoughts.â
âYou weren't staring at my hands like a creep the way I was staring at yours.â
âNo.â He captures you in a brief forceful kiss that halts your breath for a moment. âBut there wasn't a part of you I wasn't looking at.â
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youâd been edging leon for god knows how long now. the sight before you only makes you want to draw this out for longer.
the restraints on his wrists are on the verge of snapping with how hard heâs pulled on themâand heâs moved on to gripping at the air so hard his knuckles are going white.
his whole body is trembling beneath your hand, which drags itself up and down his dick at an unbelievably sluggish pace. heâs muttering strings of incomprehensible swears: a little breathless, chest heaving with every rough breath.
and the teary eyes on top of all thatâjesus christ. you could get off just by listening to his cries.
âi thought you said this was a piece of cake, leon?â your eyes search for his, looking past the sweaty blonde strands of hair sticking to his forehead.
he lets out an unconvincing scoff. âfh-fuck you,â he gasps, a sorry excuse for a smirk curling his lips. ââs already humiliating enoughâŠâ
you tut. âif you keep talking like that, you wonât ever be able to come on my watch.â
when he doesnât answer, you rub your thumb a little firmer against his tipâthereâs pre all over your hand, and heâs so sensitive now, he nearly jumps.
âhah- sorry, fuck, iâm sorry,â he says, while neediness bleeds from himâitâs cute, really. the fact that heâs still trying to keep a smidge of his decency, even as teardrops pool in his eyes and his thighs tremble like heâs just had 10 consecutive leg days. actually, you donât think even that could make him this big of a messâonly you.
you give a chuckleâcruel, at least to leonâs earsâand pump his cock faster by a hairsbreadth. âi could do this all day, you know. the question is whether youâd be able to handle it.â
he turns his head to the side, buried in the inside of his elbow, giving a whimper that sounds vaguely like a no.
âyou canât do it? you canât even try for me?â
his breath quivers with each exhale. âwanna cum, pleaseâŠâ
itâs almost pitiful.
âyou think youâve tried hard enough?â oh, but teasing him is just too fun, especially when he squirms and you know that nobody else has seen him like this before.
âgod, iâ iâve been so good,â he sobs, âpleasepleaseplease let meââ
you feel as if youâre in seventh heaven.
heâs begging, pleading without you even ordering him to. heâs offering himself up to you, throughly responsiveâpathetically so. you canât help but give him a little reward.
âoh-â his jaw drops open a margin, as you pick up the pace. âmore, please, shitâ!â
his fists ball up tighter when you lean down, breath teasing at his tip. âjust like that, use your words, baby.â
itâs the drag of your wet tongue on the slit that makes him stutter over your name; hips jolting despite himself. a fat tear rolls down his face, and then another, and anotherâ
his voice is shaking in the most tempting way when he warns you: âgonna cum, f-fuck..â
you know the constellation of his moles on the skin of his thighs from memory, and the way they twitch with aching need is something youâll work to remember too.
you take your mouth off of his dick, stroking him with full intent. âcome for me, leon.â
he throws his head back, cuffed hands grabbing at the headboardâand you notice, heâs mouthing something. itâs barely a whisper.
âth-thank you, thank youââ
oh.
âthank you, fuckââ
oh.
he finishes with something between a groan and a sob, loud as much as obsceneâspilling all over your fingers and his abs. the tears continue to fall, and his nose is slightly runny. an absolute messâbut the way he worshipped you under his breath was heavenly.
in the aftermath, heâs completely still long enough to worry you.
âleon? you there?â you ask, even as you want to bring your messy fingers to your mouth and lick them clean.
he takes a slow breath in, voice rough: âyeah.â
âwas that fine?â
âfine?â it made him lose consciousness for a second, he was sure. butâŠ
âit was great,â is what comes out.
no way in hell was he going to tell you how blissed out his brain was just now.
leonâs endurance absolutely was not to be taken lightlyâand as his partner, you knew that more than anything.
but just how far can he go until he breaks?
for the longest time, the question nagged at you from a corner of your mind that you⊠preferred to ignore most of the time. if it were real, you imagine it to be a dark place, dirty and overflowing with filth.
leon would know all about abandoned places like that, wouldnât he?
âââââŽïžâ
you kiss the blonde man, tender. âiâll ask you again, are you sure about this?â
he smiles against your lips. âyeah. piece of cake.â
how the hell you ended up getting him on the bed with his wrists cuffed together to the headboard, you wouldnât know.
a light mention of your nasty curiosity during a conversation was all it took, and then leon was interrupting you mid-sentence, asking questions, dropping hints for you to elaborate. and here he was now, boxers helplessly lowered to his ankles.
âalright. if you need me to stop, you know the word.â
âmhm.â
when you begin to slowly run your hand up and down his cock, he doesnât sweat it.
the first time, heâs panting quietly, and the only warning you get from him is a word muttered under his breath; âclose.â
your touch turns flutteryâlight in a matter of seconds after his confirmation. not enough at all. he bites his lip, silent still.
it went on like that for a few more times. you had to admit, he was going strong.
the fourth time and beyondâthatâs when you start to tease him a little more. running your free hand over his abs, or rubbing at his tip and smearing the precum there.
now, you can visibly see when heâs going to finish.
his hips will chase your fist almost imperceptibly but not quite. heâll throw his head back with a low groan, and purse his lips together to muffle himself.
although, the part where he gives up on trying to stay quiet is by far your favorite.
itâs been about an hourâand possibly a half? leon canât tellâand you still keep him on his toes, teetering on the edge of orgasm.
âdamn it,â he huffs after the seventh time, sweat running down his brow.
you wish he couldâve felt the exhilaration you get from watching him squirm. your gut twists every time he nearly whines or moans or lets out an equally humiliating sound before he manages to catch himselfâitâs bliss. you donât know why it feels so good to see his thighs twitch with need.
âyouâre doing so well, baby,â you croon.
itâs so unlike him, and maybe thatâs whatâs so deliciously enticingâthe stoic, badass facade broken down into a mess. it sounds impossible, but youâre hopelessly in love with the idea.
the idea that is becoming reality now, right in front of you.
as you praise him, your hand speeds up and pumps his cock with fervent enthusiasm. he lets out an audible breath, thenâ
âhnn, fuck, mâbout to cumâŠâ
his voice cracks; rises into an almost-whimper. god, itâs like heâs teasing you back, isnât it?
âdonât be shy, let me hear you.â faster. harder. a squeeze on the upwards stroke that makes precum leak out every time.
âshitâ! shitshitshit, please, god, so closeââ
he downright sobs when you stop abruptly, hand stationary on the base of his dick. âthatâs what i like to hear,â you say sweetly, and right before he can adjust, you start to pump his dick againâpicking up at the speed where you left off.
âplease,â he squeaks, a pathetic sound, somewhere from the back of his throat.
you see himâfeel himâon the verge of release. heâs one breeze away from falling off the goddamn cliff with how close he is to the edge. âhold it.â
âcanât,â he sputters. his hands jerk against the restraints and yank and yank and yankâ
âif you break those handcuffs, i swear to god, leonâŠâ the quick rhythm of stimulation you were giving him breaks as you stroke him slower;
and then he lets out a hiccup.
âshitâ sorry, fuck, keep goingââ
âbabe, are you crying?â
he sniffs. âiâm fine.â
you look closer at his face, and yeah, the inner corners of his eyes are shiny and wet (just like the head of his dick, you canât help but compare).
you try to bite back a smile but to no avail. to be frank, youâre so aroused at the moment you feel woozy. âi can go on, yeah?â
âdonât look so happy that i cried,â he scoffs, playful if you ignore how hard heâs panting. âyouâre too into this.â
âi canât help it. you look incredibly hot.â
âso now youâve finally noticed. what, are your eyes closed every oth-⊠ohhh, fuckââ
you start stroking him once moreâjust to hear him break mid-sentence, if youâre being honestâand push on his stomach with your free hand.
âhips down, pretty,â you tell him; another hiccup is torn from his throat. âweâve barely just started.â