I Like Things!

It had started as a joke, a little challenge, if you would; it wasn’t supposed to be anything serious. In fact, if you were to be honest, you didn’t think Chris would have even agreed to your silly question. Even as you lay on the ground, watching him lower himself down, part of you still expected him to back out.

“100 push-ups, you said?” Chris asked, relaying the rules you had proposed.

Yes, 100 push-ups without stopping.

When he, much to your surprise, immediately agreed to the challenge, you had to change the rules somewhat. Instead of just doing 100 push-ups, he had to do 100 push-ups while you laid beneath him. After all, what could he possibly lose from you watching him up-close? Surely not the challenge, right?

Chris would have been lying had he said the sight of you beneath him didn’t distract him, especially the way you looked up at him with a satisfied smile, but he wasn’t about to back out of this now. You had promised to cook his favourite meal for him if he succeeded and damn, did he want that food.

And so he began.

Chris lowered himself, muscles flexing as came face-to-face with you, noses brushing for a moment before he raised himself back up.

“One,” You counted, giggling as he raised an eyebrow before lowering himself back down.

“You’re counting?”

You could briefly feel the breath leaving his lips as he spoke, watching him closely as he pushed himself back up.

“Two,” you said. “And, of course I am. How will we know if you beat this if I don’t count? You could say you were counting and cheat!”

Chris shook his head at your words as he continued his movements.

“Cheat my lovely girlfriend on a bet this easy? I would never. That’s three.”

It didn’t take long for you to bore of counting. Yes, seeing Chris above you was exciting – enticing, may be the better word – but counting his push-ups quickly grew tiring and you decided to make the challenge a little bit more… difficult.

“27,” you said, as he raised himself up again, a plan quickly forming inside your mind.

“Told you this would be easy,” Chris smirked before lowering himself down, only to lose said smirk the moment your lips pressed against his.

Chris, never one to deny his lover anything, immediately paused, kissing you back. Had you lacked the determination, you would have given in then and there, but alas, you did not and pulled away from his lips.

“No stopping, remember?” The tone of your voice matched the teasing the smile on your lips as you watched Chris’ eyes widen a fraction before narrowing. “Those were the rules.”

With a shake of his head and an amused look in his eyes, he nodded. “Yes, ma’am,”

“Good boy,” it was meant to be a joke, just like how this had started, but the way the breath left his lips and his pupils dilated had you licking your, already moistened, lips and rubbing your thighs together once he lowered himself again and you felt the slight hardness press against you. “29,”

One of your hands moved to grasp at his bicep, feeling the muscle tense during the movements. You couldn’t help it, you just had to squeeze slightly, enjoying the way he shuddered as you kissed him again.

“Baby,” he panted – whether from the exercise or your actions, you weren’t entirely sure – as he raised himself up again. “This isn’t fair,”

“Aw, Chris, baby,” you cooed, lifting your other hand to his cheek, gently caressing the skin while squeezing his bicep again. “I thought this was easy?”

Chris knew you. He knew you far too well and could easily figure out your aim, even if it hadn’t started with those intentions, and he wasn’t about to let you win this game. You couldn’t hold back your smirk as his movements hastened and he began to count himself.

“Oh, are you counti-“ You tried to speak again, only for Chris to silence with his own lips, immediately pulling away to push himself up again and repeat.

Oh, that fucker, you thought to yourself as you watched him smirk at your reaction.

“47,”

You shook your head with a breathless laugh as you removed your hand from his cheek, seemingly placing it back to your side. Chris didn’t think anything of it, simply assuming that it was tiring for you to keep up with his movements. Well, he that was until he felt your fingers squeezing at his bulge as he lowered himself again, hips jolting at the feeling with such a force that he almost lost his balance.

The glare that he gave you did nothing to deter you, however, as you pressed your lips against his again, squeezing both his bicep and bulge, smiling to yourself as he groaned, hands shaking either side of your head.

“F-fifty three,” he grunted out, voice shaking as he desperately tried to maintain his composure. “See, eas-“ His attempt to deflect was cut short by your fingers toying with the buckle of his belt, fiddling to undo it.

Your wrist pressed into his bulge somewhat – purposely on your part, but he didn’t know that – and Chris couldn’t resist the grind of his hips as you unbuckled his belt, pulling it from the loops and discarding it to your right.

With another shaking breath, Chris lowered himself, pausing for a second right above your lips, body pressing against your own slightly.

“If you don’t keep your hands to yourself, you’ll regret throwing that so close to me,”His muttered words were a warning, but you weren’t deterred as you pulled your lower lip between your teeth, watching Chris’ eyes shift to watch.

“But then you’d have to stop and you’d lose, wouldn’t you?” You taunted, releasing your lip and licking where your teeth had been.

He hummed.

“And if I said I didn’t care?” His movements halted once he lowered himself down to you again, breath hitting your lips as you stared up at him.

“Then I’d say you lost with only thirty to g-mmph!”

The harshness of Chris’ kiss took your breath away, eyes slamming shut as you kissed back. You felt him adjust his position, moving to rest on one forearm while he used the other to press his hand to your waist.

Your own hands moved to grip his shoulder and neck, pulling him as close to you as possible, his body warmth seeping through his clothes and warming your bare thighs, leaving you mentally thanking yourself for putting on a skirt this morning.

A moan fell from your lips when Chris’ hand tugged the fabric of your shirt from inside your skirt, pushing his palm underneath and rubbing at the flesh of your waist with a tenderness that the kiss did not possess.

“C-Chris,” your voice was merely a whisper as he forced himself from your lips, breath rushing from his parted lips.

“What is it, sweetheart?” He asked, kissing along your jaw and moving to your neck, giving a slight bite.

You moaned again, the hand that rested on his neck instead moving to grip his hair.

“Use your words,” he said. “C’mon, you weren’t this quiet earlier.”

The hand that rested on your waist moved to your back as you continued his assault on your neck. Rather than answering him, you tugged on his hair, a sharp exhale leaving you as he bucked his hips against you with a quiet curse.

Chris’ lips moved up your neck, along your jaw, and back to your lips while your hands ran from his shoulders, caressing his torso, until you reached his pants, quickly unbuttoning them.

Breaking the kiss, he muttered against your lips.

“If you’re going to do that, then we should probably get off the floor, shouldn’t we?”

With an eager nod, you watched as he rushed to his feet, offering you a hand to help you up. The shake of your head confused him and he watched you as you moved to your knees in front of him, hands gently tugging his pants down until he stepped out of them.

“What are you-“ His question was cut short, ending with a curse falling from his lips when you pressed a light kiss against the fabric that covered his hard cock. “Shit,” he repeated, looking down at you as your fingers toyed at the waistband of his underwear then pulled them down, hand grabbing his cock to bring it to your lips. “Sweetheart, you- ah, shit – you don’t have to,”

His words fell on deaf ears, and a loud groan left his lips, hand quickly tangling itself in your hair as your tongue began circling the tip. His grip on your hair wasn’t tight, nor was it forceful, it just… rested there, as though he couldn’t bare not to touch you, even when your tongue was relentlessly teasing.

“Mmph, shit. C’mon, baby, don’t tease me,”

He groaned again when you hummed, taking him deeper into your mouth while rubbing your thighs together in hopes of gaining some friction.

“Shit, sweetheart, I-ah fuck-“ He stuttered, beginning to caress your hair as he watched his length disappear between your lips. “Baby, your kn- mmph! – your knees must hu- fuck, shit-“ Chris’ concern for you, while sweet, was irrelevant, so you hollowed your cheeks to silence him.

Your hands ran up his thighs, mainly to steady yourself, as your mouth began to take him, tongue licking across his throbbing cock. Chris’ shaking breaths and quiet groans only egged you on as you proceeded to hollow your cheeks again, feeling his thighs tense beneath your hands.

A hum of satisfaction from you had him bucking his hips against your mouth and you felt his free hand grab at one of your own as he muttered out apologies, squeezing your hand while still stroking your hair.

“Please, baby, need to be inside you, please sweetheart,” his desperate pleas, constant pet names, and tense thighs were an obvious sign that he was close and as much as you would have liked him to cum down your throat, you couldn’t deny his need to be inside you; he had always preferred to be inside you when he finished, after all.

He panted as you slowly pulled your lips from him, hand sliding from your hair to wipe away the tears that you hadn’t realised had fallen.

“S’good f’me, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Too good to me,”

You weren’t given a chance to rebuke his claim as he leant down to lift you from the ground, rushing towards the couch, saying that he just can’t make it to your shared bedroom.

Chris’ fingers ran up your thigh, not bothering to remove your skirt or underwear, simply pushing it to the side as his fingers began to press against your folds.

“So wet,” he mumbled against your lips, pressing quick kisses around your face.

You nodded.

“Please, Chris,” you moaned as his thumb circled your clit. “Just fuck me, please.”

Despite the desperate urge to be inside you, Chris paused, pulling back to stare into your eyes.

“Are you sure, sweetheart? I don’t want to hurt you,”

You nodded, hand reaching down to grasp at his cock, tugging.

“I’m sure,” you nodded again, watching him as he nodded, licking his lips then helping your hand guide him to your entrance. “Just need you,”

“Me too,”

You felt, rather than heard, Chris groan into your neck as he slowly sunk into your heat, pressing open mouthed kisses against you. One hand slipped beneath your shirt, pushing your bra away from your breasts and beginning to toy with your nipple while his other hand held his weight above you.

He paused, much to your dismay, once fully inside you, breath stuttering against your skin. Your own hand ran under his shirt, enjoying the way he shuddered at your touch.

“Please move,” you begged, hearing him take a shaky breath before beginning to shift his hips, drawing a quiet moan from your lips.

His movements were slow, even after your pleading.

“’m not gon’ last long after earlier, baby,” he confessed, burying his face into the crook of your neck as he continued his slow movements.

You smiled to yourself – even when he was as desperate as he was, he still considered your pleasure more than his own – and raised your hand to play with his hair.

“It’s okay, Chris. Just need to feel you,”

Chris hummed into your neck again, pulling back slightly before pushing back into you at a quicker pace. You felt his fingers leave your nipple, dragging down your front, down your thighs, until it reached your clit, beginning to circle the sensitive bud again.

Curses fell from his lips as he felt you tighten around his cock, sliding in and out of you with ease. Despite his best attempts at holding back, he was close.

His thumb sped up on your clit, thrust becoming uneven as he panted into your ear.

“I’m close,” he said, a groan leaving his lips as you tightened again. “What do you want me to do?”

“Inside, Chris, please-“ you moaned, wrapping yourself around him to pull his hips even closer. “I’m close too.”

He nodded at your words, thrusting into you as he worked to bring you both to the edge. It didn’t take long, the mix of his deep thrusts and pressure on your clit had you tightening again as your vision blurred and body began to shake with pleasure.

Chris wasn’t fairing much better, voice shaking as he muttered countless I love you’s into your neck when he reached his own climax, hips stuttering as he spiled his release inside you, pressing soft kisses against your neck as he slowed his movements.

You didn’t give him chance to even catch his breath before you spoke up.

“You still lost the challenge, by the way,”

Chris simply shook his head, pulling from your neck to press a sweet kiss against your lips.

“Holy shit, I needed this.” Leon took over your mouth once more, his tongue choreographing with yours in a dance you both know so well. He just came back from a mission, and the moment he stepped through the door, you could sense all the tension in his body. He looked completely drained, but he claims some good love making will do him the trick of finally settling home. “I missed you so much. Thought of you with every step I took, of getting back home to you. Fuck.”

You laid under him on your shared bed, his hips grinding into yours. Leon was always so soft and careful with you. You can feel all the energy he wants to put out, but when it comes to you, he treats you like glass. You’re not complaining, you love being practically treated like a goddess he passionately worshiped, but you also want him to know that you feel safe enough with him to allow him to let go.

Your hands are already playing with the ends of his hair, so you use a soft grip to pull him away from you. “Um, Leon?”

“Yes baby?” He breathed as he looked away from your swollen lips to your eyes. Oh how you loved his attention. “Is something wrong? You want to stop?”

“No. I just want to… give you an offer.” You said slowly. Leon stayed silent to give you all the space and time you need to speak, but you can see a twinkle of curiosity in his eyes. “What if, you let loose a little, and go rough on me for once?”

His jaw slightly dropped at your words. You instantly went into a panic. “Only if you want to! It’s not that I don’t like how you already treat me, I love it really. I just thought, you seem so full of adrenaline after your mission, I’d figured you can let some of it out here.”

Leon closes his mouth, his jaw clearly clenches as he thinks. “Are you sure about this, love? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I trust you Leon. I wouldn’t have told you this if I didn’t. I thought about this for a while, and I know you would never make a move to hurt me.” You move your hand to hold his cheek. “Again, only if you want to. I’m perfectly fine to go on like we used to.”

After a moment, he sighs before looking deeply into your eyes. He places his hand over yours. “Okay, if we are going to be doing this, we need to set some rules.”

“Sure, anything.” Butterflies started to flutter in your stomach.

“One: we need to establish a safeword. What do you want to use, I’ll let you pick.” You look around your room for inspiration.

“What about light bulb?” Leon huffs out a laugh.

“Interesting. But do you think you’re able to say that?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. Two: you better use it the moment you feel uncomfortable or are in any pain. I can’t bear the idea of hurting you and you force yourself to go through it just so you don’t ‘ruin the mood.’ Do it for my sake.” You nod as the nervousness and excitement of this actually happening sets in. “No, I need you to use your words here.”

“Okay, yes I will let you know.”

“Good. And three: prepare yourself.” Leon goes to hold both of your hands and pins them above your head on the mattress. “Because I may do things even I thought I wasn’t capable of.” That sends straight heat to your core.

Leon leans down to capture your mouth with his like before, but except of it being gentle, passionate making out like it was previously, it's rough. Teeth clash and his tongue easily overtakes yours. You softly moan at the change of tone, which Leon uses the time to start nipping down your neck. When he reaches your shoulder, he gives a hard bite, sucking on the area harshly. You try to move your hands to hold onto the back of his head, but he reinforces your hands harder down on the mattress. He then raises his head and brings it next to yours, breathing into your ear. “Take your shirt and bra off. Now.”

All the usual politeness and patience was gone in those commands. He lets go of your hands and sits up as you go to do what he says. You keep eye contact with him the entire time you do it, and once you slide your bra off your form, Leon groans. He pushes you to lay back on the bed as he starts sucking marks on your collarbones. Your hands are still free, but before you get to touch him, he tuts. “No touching unless I tell you. Keep them down.” You whine as you place them next to your head. This is intense already even though you just started.

Leon’s mouth then reaches to your breasts. One of his hands goes to squeeze at one of them hard as he goes to mercilessly suck on the other. You gasp as your back arches, his actions sending tingles down your spine. “Fuck, these tits.”

He continues his treatment, switching sides as he bites and pinches. It goes on for a while and you know by now your panties are soaked.

“Leon, please-” you whine out after he gives another hard suck to one of your nipples. They feel so sore already from all of his biting. He released, his breath heavy.

“Aww what? My baby can’t wait a little longer? Be patient.” Despite his words, he has a little mercy on you and begins to trail lower down your body. You exhale in relief as you feel his lips litter small pecks on your waist. He goes to undo your jeans, roughly pulling them down until you’re now only in your underwear. He spreads your legs and whistles.

“Jesus, you’re so wet. All of this already and we barely even did anything.” He drags his pointer finger up your slit, which was made very visible by your panties sticking to it because of how aroused you are. You should be embarrassed, but you moan softly as his finger provides a bit of pressure to your clit. Leon sees this and quickly removes his finger, your hips lifting to try to get the friction back. He pins you down by the waist and stares you down, seeming to be deep in thought about what he is going to do next. You and Leon have fucked so many times, but this time, you are squirming under his glare. Leon’s eyes are dark like never before, looking like the cat that got the cream.

“Now take this off,” he demands after thinking for a moment, pulling on the waistband and letting it snap back, causing you to flinch. You rush to bring your hands down to pull them off when he stops you. “No. Slowly. Let me see you.”

You look into his eyes in defiance, but he returns it with an even darker stare than before. “Oh what, you’re going to start acting like a brat now? Do what I just fucking said.” Begrudgingly, you began slowly pulling your panties off. You close your eyes as you can feel the strings of your wetness cling to your underwear. You bring your knees up to pull it off the rest of the way, making yourself more exposed, and toss your ruined panties to the side. “Spread your legs.”

Sweat already covering your entire form, you part your legs, slightly bending your knees to give him a good view. He lets out a huge breath at seeing your bare pussy, already puffy and is begging for attention with it slick, it even has gotten to your thighs.

“I can’t wait any more, fuck me.” Leon tears his shirt off before reaching for his belt. Hearing his zipper go down a satisfying ring to your ears. Your eyes widen when he pulls off his boxers. His hard cock springs and he quickly goes to grab it, giving himself a couple of strokes as he stares at your body. Your toes curl at his continued teasing.

“Leon, just do something, please- fuck!” A pair of digits get shoved into you, intensely thrusting and hitting that spongey spot that increases the pressure in your lower abdomen.

“Damn, you’re tight.” Leon would usually start off slow, going in with one finger until he opened you up enough for another, but he is constantly pressing on your g-spot hard, overwhelming you. “She’s just sucking them right in.”

He would also bring his thumb to circle your clit, but right now, it barely grazes it. You try to lift your hips again to get his thumb on it, but his other hand still firmly holds you down. “Stay still.”

After a couple of minutes, that familiar feeling is starting to hit your lower abdomen, but just before it reaches its peak, he pulls his fingers out and brings them up, your wetness dripping off them. You whine out his name as he looks at them before looking at you. You're huffing, trying to catch your breath when he gets the idea. “Open up.”

With his other hand, he grabs on to your jaw and brings your mouth open before shoving his slick-covered fingers into it. Your eyes rolled back as you began to lick and suck his digits clean. “You just take anything I give you, huh? Fuck.”

He then rips his fingers out of your mouth and grabs your thighs, tossing them over his shoulders as he brings you as close to him as possible. He drags his cock through your slit a couple of times before completely bottoming out.

“Fuck! Leon- nghh-” You cried out, the feeling of him instantly filling you up being too much. He gives you a couple of seconds before he starts going at a rough, fast pace. The angle he has put you in makes it so his tip would hit your cervix with every push. Your hands go to his biceps, but he grabs them and pins them down on the mattress.

Your high is coming to you very quickly as Leon just uses you. You're trembling in his hold. “You’re close?” You nod.

“Well then, you better hold it.” Your eyes shoot open at that, seeing the smirk on his face as he lays his forehead on yours, his breath hot in your face. “I can feel her clenching all up on me, but I’m not done yet.”

You moan, which he captures in his mouth as he gives you a messy open-mouthed kiss. Spit has already been drooling down your chin from his thrusts, but it just increases tenfold as you make out.

“L-Leon- ah- I can’t-” You stutter out, your cunt rapidly pulsing around his cock until he pulls it out. “No!”

Tears brim your eyes as your orgasm fades away from you the second time, the feeling of emptiness overcomes you. You are trying to gain your breath back when you suddenly get twisted around, landing on your tummy. You get on your arms before a pair of strong hands grab your hips and lift them up. “Shh…”

Leon nudges your legs further apart, exposing your pussy completely for his viewing. You bury your face into the mattress as the cold air hits you, but you quickly bring it back up when you shout at a sharp pain hitting your rear.

You turn your head and see Leon rub the side of your ass. He then brings his hand back again, and slaps the same spot again, enjoying seeing the red spot starting to bloom on your asscheek as it jiggled. He kept doing it a couple of more times, and each time, your moans got breathier and breathier.

“You’re enjoying this?” He asks as you gush and clench around nothing as he continues to spank you. “And here I was trying to make you pay back for making me pull out for not following orders. You’re like a fucking animal in heat, Christ…”

Leon then pulls you back a bit and spreads your ass for a second. You feel your face immediately go hot until you let out a loud moan at his releasing a glob of spit on your already drenched cunt. He lets go of his grip on you as you hear slaps of him stroking himself. “Now, we're going to try this again. And you better keep it in this time, got it?”

You nod against the mattress until he grabs at your hair, tugging your head up as he laid on you, bringing his face close to yours. “I said to use your damn words. Answer the question.”

“Y-Yes Leon!” You exclaim before he lets go of your hair. You let out a long whine as he drags his dick through your pussy, making soft noises whenever it would press on your sensitive bud. He shoves himself in again and goes back to the pace he was doing before, his pelvis hitting your ass with every thrust.

You grab the sheets for support, drooling on them until you feel something being shoved under your chin. Your top half then gets lifted up and that’s when you realize Leon has wrapped his arm around your neck in a headlock. Your sounds get lighter as his arm tightens. Your hands go up to grab at it, feeling yourself get hazy as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Oh, you really like that. Your pussy just got all tight on me the moment I squeezed.” Leon chuckles into your ear. You simply nod as much as you can in his hold, tears spilling down your face. “Awww, am I fucking you stupid?”

He loosens his grip on you, which you take a big breath in. “Uhuh… Love it so mu- mhmm!” A particularly hard thrust cuts you off, and Leon laughs at your state, strengthening his arm around you again as your hand starts to claw at them in an attempt to push them back in place.

“I really did. Look at you, all pretty and dumb in my arms. Knew you had a thing for them, always staring at them when you think I’m not looking.” You turn your face to bury it into the side of his arm, but he shakes you. “Nuh-uh, no hiding from me tonight. I should get you in front of a mirror next time, make you see how much of a horny mess you are.”

Leon’s thrusts suddenly get rougher and more uneven, a sign he is getting close. You were able to confirm it as you heard his let out breathier grunts and groans through your daze.

“Holy shit- Holy shit. Is this what you wanted, huh? To treat you like a ragdoll for me to personally use? Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me, love.” You moan at his words. “Oh, you’re about to cum, I can feel it. I’m feeling nice, baby, come for me. I want you to come with me, c’mon now…”

You finally let yourself go as Leon brings hand to your pussy, circling his finger perfectly around your clit. Your moans start to sound like shouts as your peak is slowly hitting you. Leon gives a couple more hard thrusts until he goes still. As you clench hard on his cock, you can feel yourself milking his spend as it fills you up. He then gives a couple of more thrusts to prolong your highs until he drops down on you, both of you a sweaty pile of limbs on ruined sheets.

“Fuck- That was so good, god.” Leon breathes out, smiling into your shoulder as you both huff in and out breaths. Once he comes to, he presses a soft kiss to the back of your head as he lifts his weight off you. “You okay, hun?”

He pulls his softening cock out of you, both of you whining from the loss of contact. Leon turns you over to lay at your back and still sees you still lost in your orgasmic high. He gives you time, rubbing your cheek to try to get you to come back. “C’mon baby, look at me… There she is, there you go.”

You nuzzle your face into his hand as his thumb rubs softly over the high of your cheek. Leon takes a second to admire you, all worn out. His eyes trail down your body, his brows slightly knitting together as he sees it covered in love bites and bruises. He had to hold back a moan at the view of your pussy, your combined releases slowly leaking out. He could get hard again just from the sight, but now is not the time for him to over indulge; it’s time to give you some real love and attention for giving him the best fuck he’s ever had.

“Awww, sweetheart. You’re doing alright? C’mere.” Leon knows that you tend to get clingy every time you would have sex, so he laid down next to you and embraced you, laying his head over yours as yours was on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow from your activities. “How are you feeling?”

“My legs feel like jello,” you giggled out as you wrap your arms around his torso. “Like it always does, but this time, I feel like I genuinely can’t move my legs.”

Leon’s face turns red at your admission. He presses another kiss to your head. “Well, that’s why I’m here right? I’ll go get you a warm washcloth.”

He separates from you and grabs his boxers on his way to the en-suite bathroom. He hears a whine and turns to see you pouting at him. “I’ll be right back, baby.” He chuckles as he sees you turn away from him.

He comes back and rubs your shoulder for you to turn. Once on your back, Leon softly parts your legs and carefully wipes off the mess at your center. He coos at you as you whine from the sensitivity. He gives you a couple of kisses on your thighs as a reward. He then sits next to you, placing his warm hand on your stomach. “Want to take a bath? I’ll heat up leftovers from earlier if you're hungry, or I can also order us some pizza.”

“Bath please.”

Leon pushes some of your messy hair away from your face. “Bath it is.”

He stands up and scoops you up in his arms. He takes you to the bathroom, sitting you down on the counter as he turns to the bath to prepare it for you. He makes sure it's that perfect warm temperature and adds that bubble bath mix you really like. Once he is done, he goes back to you and helps you into the bath. He holds in a laugh as your legs threaten to give under you. You scoff and softly hit him on the shoulder in return. Leon rests on the side of the tub, until you reach your arm out to him. “Can you get in here with me?”

“Of course, baby.” You shift a bit forward to give him space to sit behind you. He takes off his boxers and settles in, instinctively wrapping his arms around you to bring you to sit against his chest. You hum as he begins to caress your body. “You’re sure I didn’t hurt you, right?”

“No, that was perfect.” You said as you laid your hand over one of his. “We should do this more often.” 

Leon snorts as he kisses your temple. “You’re not real, princess.”

END NOTES: This was supposed to be a lot more simpler, but as I kept writing, more and more ideas spilled and then we got to this😭 Thank you for reading, loves<33

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