Just a quick nsfw Dilf!Leon x reader blurb…
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Leon is sitting at the heavy oak desk in his office, reviewing a stack of files for work. He’s wearing his ridiculously sexy reading glasses, that you bought as a gag gift one year for his birthday, which honestly backfired on you. Because when he actually wore them, you lost the ability to think or even function properly. The tortoiseshell frames were sliding down the bridge of his nose as he still squints down at the files in concentration. The sight of him, trying to be serious for once, the silver golden hair catching the yellow lamp light, makes your heart wanna burst from your chest with overwhelming affection.
You walk over, crawling into his lap without a word to interrupt him per usual. He sighs tiredly like he had been expecting this to happen, a low rumbling purr in his chest, and shifts back in the chair, pulling the papers aside to make room for you.
"Working hard?" you murmur, kissing the corner of his mouth.
"Always," he grunts, but his hands find your waist instantly. One arm bands around your back, the other hooks under your thigh, hauling you closer until you're flush against his chest. You can feel the heavy, corded muscle of his biceps flexing against your ribs, a warm cage of muscles.
You rock your hips, feeling him harden beneath his sweatpants. He reaches down, shoving your sleep shorts and his pants down, and helps you sink down onto him. Leon’s breath hitched as you sank down onto him, the tight, wet heat of your cunt enveloping his cock.
The leather of the office chair creaked beneath you as you rolled your hips riding him. A low groan rumbled from his chest, vibrating against your breasts where they were pressed to his shirt. His glasses had slid further down his nose, and he peered at you over the rims, his blue eyes dark and dilated, pupils blown wide with lust.
You wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face in the crook of his neck. He feels so good that you can't help yourself. You open your mouth and bite down on the hard curve of his bicep, tasting the salt of his sweat and his warm skin.
He groans, his arm flexing harder against you, trapping you. "Easy, tiger," he breathes, but he doesn't pull away. You lick the mark, then bite his shoulder, needing to leave your mark all over him.
“Brat,” he grunted, but his hips jerked up, driving himself even deeper. He holds you tight, his glasses fogging up slightly as he presses his face into your hair, rocking into you slowly while you leave a trail of love bites along his arm.
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Have you ever had a dream that that you um…you had you'd-you would you could you'd do you wi-…you wants you you could do so you you'd do you could you you want…..you want him to do you so much you could do anything?….. 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯I
