Just Relax For Me | Leon S. Kennedy x F! Reader
Warning: Sexual content, DDLG relationship, slight Dubcon, & slight blood involved (in the end)
Paring: Daddy!Leon S. Kennedy x F! Reader
Notes: Bunny nickname. Leon lowkey being an asshole to his wife. PSA, this is RE 9 Leon. That’s it.
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Even though you’ve been married to Leon S. Kennedy, the formidable DSO veteran agent, for nearly two months, his imposing stature and commanding presence still leave you in awe. The evening routine he has established for you both tends to take an hour or two; he’s meticulous in his preparations, ensuring that every detail is just right, fully aware that any misstep could leave you squirming in discomfort.
On this particular night, the atmosphere was charged with anticipation as Leon picked you up from the DSO HQ, where you worked as a data analyst. The space between your drives only seemed to heighten your desire for one another. As soon as you stepped through the door, you wasted no time. The two of you jumped into bed, the air thick with desire.
An hour having passed since you arrived home, you found yourself nestled against the warm sheets, savoring a sandwich that Leon had lovingly prepared for you. You had just spent a gratifying time attending to him, your mouth skillfully bringing him pleasure. Though your jaw ached from the effort, the satisfaction of bringing him joy only fueled your own hunger for more than just food. The night was young, and so were your desires, leaving you eager for what was to come next.
“I still want more naughty time.” You had whispered, like a siren’s song, to his ears. Leon's eyes darken instantly at your whispered words, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his face. The gentle caretaker vanishes, replaced by the intensely possessive husband. He takes the half-eaten sandwich from your hand and sets it carefully back on the plate, his movements deliberate. What you heard after wasn’t a man, but a hound dog, as his voice was a husky growl, “Is that so, bunny? My good girl still has an appetite for her daddy?”
He leans in closer, his imposing figure casting a shadow that envelops the surrounding room. The intoxicating scent of sandalwood mingles with the earthy aroma of sweat, creating a heady mix that speaks of pure, raw masculinity. His hand rises to gently cradle your jaw, the warmth of his skin contrasting against your coolness as his thumb sweeps across your lower lip with a tender yet possessive stroke. As he whispers softly, his breath caresses your skin like a warm breeze, sending shivers down your spine. “You want me to fill up your pretty little princess parts after I filled your sweet mouth?” His other hand slips beneath the luxurious black silk sheets, fingers meeting the bare, soft skin of your thigh with a boldness that ignites every nerve in your body. The heat of his palm is both comforting and possessive, claiming you in a way that leaves you breathless. His gaze locks onto yours, intense and smoldering, filled with an undeniable desire and a promise of the passion that lies ahead. “Tell me what you want, bunny. Use your words for Daddy.”
You whispered, “I want you inside me.”
A deep, guttural sound of pure satisfaction rumbles in Leon’s chest, reverberating through the stillness of the room like a warning bell. His eyes blaze with a possessive fire that seems to consume everything around him, drawing in the very air as if it were an offering. The gentle caretaker persona he once held has vanished, incinerated by the raw, primal need that your whispered words have ignited within him.
His hand, warm and purposeful, glides over your thigh, sliding higher as he pushes aside the luxurious silk sheets that separate you from one another. His fingers delicately trace the intricate lace edge of your stockings, a burning curiosity driving them inward until they find the damp heat of your g-string. The sensation takes him by surprise, eliciting a sharp intake of breath that hangs thick in the air between you. When he finally speaks, his voice emerges as a thick, husky whisper, laced with desire and intensity, “That's my girl. So good at telling Daddy exactly what you need. Already so wet for me, bunny.”
“Your needy little pussy is dripping for Daddy's cock, isn't it?”
He doesn't wait for an answer. He leans down, capturing your mouth in a deep, claiming kiss. It's not soft or gentle like before; it's hungry, demanding, full of the promise of what's to come. His tongue invades your mouth, tasting of himself and the faint sweetness of the grape he ate. His other hand moves to the buttons of your dress, working them open with ease. breaking the kiss, his breath hot against your lips,
Your eyes were filled with desire as you nodded. The black silk sheets whisper as he pushes them completely aside, revealing you lying out before him like an offering. The dim light from under the door catches the sheen of sweat on his brow and the dark hunger in his eyes. His voice was a low, reverent murmur, “Look at you. My perfect little wife, all spread out for me.”
His large hands, surprisingly tender, move with intention as he slowly unbuttons your dress, each pop of the fabric echoing softly in the air. As the material parts, it reveals your lace-clad chest, delicate and inviting, alongside the silky expanse of your stomach, glowing under the dim light. His calloused thumbs glide over your hips, each stroke a possessive caress that sends shivers down your spine. Leaning closer, his warm breath brushes against your ear, sending a wave of anticipation coursing through you, “Let's get you ready for me, baby girl. Nice and slow, just like you need.”
“I'm going to take such good care of you. Gonna open you up so slow and easy for my thick cock.” He shifts his weight, kneeling between your legs. His hands slide up your inner thighs, pushing them further apart. His touch is firm, deliberate, leaving no doubt that you are his to explore. He hooks his fingers into the sides of your g-string. “Lift your hips for me, baby girl. Let Daddy see what's mine.” Leon muttered as you lifted your hips for him.
“It's all yours, Daddy.” The words slip from your lips like a whispered confession, a gentle surrender that ignites an uncontainable intensity within him. His gaze ignites with a smoldering delight, shimmering with a promise of possession intertwined with wild ecstasy. A deep, resonant growl escapes his chest—a primal sound that intertwines fervor and authority. With an almost tantalizing slowness, he lowers your g-string, his fingertips lightly tracing your delicate skin, each touch sending shivers through you as the lace cascades down your thighs. The fabric flutters momentarily, suspended in the air, before it is discarded, resting softly against the cool, dark marble floor; a striking contrast to the heat pulsating between you. “I know it is, princess,” He said with a twitching smirk on his lips, “Every perfect inch of you belongs to me.”
His eyes shift downwards, lingering between your legs, and a sharp, appreciative breath escapes him, conveying a mixture of awe and desire as he takes in the moment. His thumbs gently part you, exposing your glistening, needy little button and the tight, pink entrance that he considers his most cherished possession. His voice strained with awe, “Look at this….. look how pretty you are for me. So pink and wet. Already begging for it.”
He leans down, but instead of his mouth, he brings his fingers. He spits into his palm, a crude, visceral sound in the quiet room, then rubs his fingers together to warm the moisture before bringing them to your clit. His touch is feather-light, circling your little button. “Gonna get you nice and ready first. Gonna make you come on my fingers before I even think about putting my cock in this perfect, tight cunt,” He said as his eyes were stuck watching his thick fingers play with your wet, gummy walls. His other hand slides under your back, lifting your hips slightly off the mattress, giving him better access. His gaze is intensely fixed on your face, observing every subtle shift of emotion and each delicate gasp that escapes your lips. His fingers, moving in slow, intentional circles, create an electric tension in the air—a silent vow, a tantalizing hint of the possession that is yet to unfold.
“Your fingers are thick too,” you whimpered, your breath hitching as you felt the overwhelming fullness already taking hold. The black silk sheets below you felt delightfully cool against your back, a stark contrast to the rising heat pooling between your thighs. Leon’s low chuckle echoed in the dimly lit room, a dark, possessive sound that sent shivers down your spine. His blue eyes, heavy-lidded with raw desire, locked onto you as you squirmed beneath his touch, every sensation heightened. With a deep, husky rumble, he spoke, his voice like velvet whispering promises that made your heart race, “Everything about me is thick, baby girl. You know that. My fingers... my cock... all made to stretch my perfect little wife open.”
His circling fingers press a little harder, the pad of his thumb applying a firm, steady pressure to your clit that makes your hips jerk. He shifts his weight, his strong knees nudging your thighs apart, exposing you entirely to his lingering gaze and deliberate touch. The warm, musky scent of his sandalwood entwines with the sweet, intoxicating aroma of your arousal, creating a heady, intimate fragrance that hangs in the air of the dimly lit room. He leans in closer, his breath warm and tantalizing against your skin as he whispers soft words, each syllable sending shivers down your spine, “That's it... just feel it. Let Daddy make you feel good.”
He adds a second finger, his thick digits sliding through your slick folds with an easy, practiced motion. He doesn't push inside yet, just teases your entrance, coating his fingers in your wetness. The coarse calluses on his fingertips graze against your delicate skin, generating a tantalizing friction that sends shivers down your spine. His fingers meander in slow, deliberate circles on your clit, each movement heightening the pressure and intensity with exquisite torment. The warmth of his other hand drifts from your back to your stomach, his large palm pressing down like a comforting yet firm weight that anchors you in place. He inches closer, his breath warm against your face, his eyes ablaze with a fierce, possessive intensity that holds you captive in the moment. “So messy for me already. Your pretty little cunt is dripping, just thinking about my cock, isn't it?”
You nod, breath catching. “Yes…”
The single, breathless word hangs in the air, carrying a weighty confirmation that ignites a spark within him. His eyes, once calm, darken with a predatory satisfaction, glinting with an intensity that reveals his inner exhilaration. Each muscle in his body tenses, and a feral grin spreads across his face, as if he relishes the very essence of this moment. and the slow circles around your clit become more insistent, the pressure building steadily. The rough pad of his thumb presses directly onto your little button, and a sharp, electric jolt of pleasure shoots through you. “That's my good girl. So honest for Daddy. Now, let's see how loud you can be.” He said with a wolfish grin. Without warning, he pushes two thick fingers deep inside you. The stretch is immediate and intense, making you gasp. He curls his fingers, searching, and finds that sweet, spongy spot inside you with unerring accuracy. He begins a slow, deep rhythm, pumping his fingers in and out while his thumb continues its relentless, circling pressure on your clit.
He was watching your face intently, his breath coming in harsh rasps. “You feel that? That's me, baby girl. Filling you up. Getting you ready for my cock.” His movements are practiced, possessive. Each thrust of his fingers is a claim. The wet, slick sounds of your arousal break the stillness of the room, along with the erratic sound of his labored breaths and your gentle, trembling whimpers that float through the air like a haunting melody. He lowers himself closer to you, his warm breath ghosting over your ear, sending shivers down your spine as his lips barely graze the delicate skin, filled with a mixture of urgency and tenderness, “I'm gonna fuck you so deep, bunny. Gonna ruin this pretty little pussy for anyone else. It's mine. Always mine.”
Your fingers clutch at the black silk sheets, the fabric cool and slippery against your skin. The sensations are overwhelming-the thick, stretching fullness of his fingers, the relentless, building pressure on your clit, the possessive growl of his voice. A fine tremble runs through your body as pleasure coils tight and hot in your core. “That's it, baby... grip the sheets. Let it happen. Cum on my fingers for Daddy. Show me how good I make you feel.” His pace quickens slightly, his fingers pistoning in and out of your dripping cunt with a firm, steady rhythm. Leon’s thumb presses harder against your clit, circling it with a focused intensity that borders on painful. He gazes intently at your face, captivated by each subtle flinch that ripples across your features, every sharp gasp that escapes your lips, and the shimmering tears that collect at the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill over. He began to breathe harshly as he said, “You're so close, I can feel it. Your tight little pussy is squeezing my fingers... begging for my cock. Cum for me, bunny. Cum for Daddy.”
The coil inside you snaps. A sharp, broken cry is torn from your throat as your orgasm crashes over you, wave after wave of intense pleasure making your body arch off the bed. Your inner muscles clamp down hard around his thrusting fingers, milking them as you shudder uncontrollably. Leon lets out a low, triumphant groan, “That's it... That's my good girl. Look at you... cumming all over Daddy's hand.” He doesn't stop. He keeps his fingers buried deep inside you, his thumb still applying gentle pressure to your oversensitive clit, drawing out the aftershocks until you're a trembling, boneless mess against the silk sheets. Slowly, carefully, he withdraws his fingers, holding them up. They glisten in the dim light, coated in your release. Leon brings his fingers to his lips and tastes them, his eyes dark with primal satisfaction, “Perfect. You taste perfect, my love. Now…” He mumbled as he shifted his weight, his hands moving to his own trousers, “It's Daddy's turn.”
“So thick,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. He responded with a low, dark chuckle that held an edge of possessiveness, his eyes glinting with an intense, almost primal hunger. The atmosphere in the room shifted, thickening with tension as his hands deftly moved to unfasten his belt buckle, the sharp metallic click echoing loudly in the otherwise hushed space, amplifying the anticipation hanging in the air. The sound of his zipper lowering is a whisper of finality. He pushes his trousers and boxers down just enough to free his erection, which springs forth, thick and heavy and already dripping with pre-cum. The sight of it, silhouetted against the dim light, is intimidating and deeply arousing.
“You have no idea, baby girl. But you're gonna take every inch. You always do.” Leon whispered. He spits into his palm again, a crude, visceral sound, and uses it to slick his length, his hand stroking himself slowly as he watches you, his gaze burning with ownership. He kneels between your spread legs, his large frame looming over you. The head of his cock presses against your slick, well-used entrance, a hot, blunt pressure that promises to stretch you even further. As he was leaning over you, his breath hot on your face, “Deep breath now, bunny. Relax for me.”
He advances with deliberate, unyielding pressure, each inch feeling both relentless and achingly slow. The initial stretch is overwhelming, igniting a burning fullness that catches you off guard and makes you gasp for breath. He pauses, granting you a moment to adjust, his gaze intensely fixed on yours, filled with a fierce and possessive love that seems to pulse in the air between you. As he whispers, his voice strained and raw, it carries an intimate weight that deepens the connection between you both, “That's it... just like that. Take me, bunny. Let me in.” Leon begins to move, a slow, deep rock of his hips that sinks him deeper inside you with each thrust. The feeling of being filled, of being stretched to accommodate his thick girth, is overwhelming. The wet, slick sounds of your joining fill the dark room. His breathing is harsh and ragged above you, “Fuck... your perfect little cunt was made for me. So tight... so good.”
Your soft whimpers and pleading whines resonate like a haunting melody, a beautiful symphony that embodies your submission and his deep sense of possession. The luxurious black silk sheets are tightly tangled in your clenched fists, glistening with the sheen of sweat that glistens under the dim light. He hovers above you, framed by the flickering shadows, his powerful arms flexed and defined, each slow, deliberate thrust carrying the weight of his intent—a profound claiming of what is his. The headboard gently thuds against the wall in a soft, rhythmic cadence, echoing the intimate dance between you, marking the passage of time in this charged moment.
He leans down, capturing your mouth in a searing, dominant kiss, swallowing your cries. His tongue invades your mouth, mimicking the rhythm of his hips.“That's it... Let me hear you, baby girl. Let everyone know who you belong to. You feel so fucking good. Wrapped around me so tight... my perfect little wife.”
The taste of yourself on his lips is darkly erotic. When he breaks the kiss, a string of saliva connects your mouths for a second, his forehead resting against yours. His pace begins to quicken, the slow, deep rocks becoming more urgent, more powerful. The bed creaks softly under his weight. Each thrust drives him deeper, brushing against that sensitive spot inside you that makes you see stars. His grip on your hips tightens, his fingers leaving indent marks on your skin.
You squirmed under his weight, whining like a bratty girl, “Daddy too thick! Too big!” A dark, possessive smile curls his lips at your breathless protest. He stills his hips completely, buried deep inside you, and looks down at you with an intensity that is both loving and feral. His large hand comes up to cradle your jaw, his thumb stroking your cheek. He shushes you, “Shhh, baby girl. I know. Daddy's big. But you can take it. You were made for this... made for me.”
He starts to move once more, but this time with a deliberate slowness, each motion a gentle yet excruciating sway that accentuates the deep stretch coursing through every fiber of his being. Leaning closer, he lets his warm breath graze your ear, his lips barely making contact as he whispers, “Just relax for me. Let your pretty little cunt open up for Daddy. You're doing so good... taking me so deep.” His other hand slides down your body, his fingers finding your oversensitive clit again. He applies a gentle, circling pressure, a counterpoint to the deep, stretching fullness inside you. Breathing harshly, he mumbles, “That's it... just like that. Let me feel you give in to me. All mine.”
Your fingers sink into the chiseled contours of his forearms, gripping him tightly as though he were your sole refuge amidst a tempest of overwhelming sensations. A deep, resonant groan escapes his lips, a sound that speaks volumes of his approval. He maintains a deliberate, languid rhythm, each thrust an intentional, profound penetration that heightens your awareness of every robust inch of him, igniting a firestorm of desire deep within you. The room is filled with the sound of his ragged breathing, your soft whimpers, and the wet, slick rhythm of your bodies joining. “That's my girl... hold onto me. I've got you. Always.” He shifts his weight slightly, angling his hips, and the next thrust brushes against that deep, sweet spot inside you, sending a jolt of intense pleasure straight to your core. A broken cry escapes your lips, and your nails press crescent moons into his skin.
He lets out a dark, triumphant chuckle, “There it is... found my good girl's spot. Gonna make you cum again, bunny. Gonna make you scream for me.” His rhythm intensifies, each deep, deliberate thrust aimed with precision at that sensitive spot, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. The pressure swells quickly, coiling tightly and radiating heat deep within. His gaze remains fixated on your face, drinking in every reaction as you unravel before him, an expression of fierce, possessive adoration etched across his features. You find yourself panting, his voice low and guttural, vibrating with raw desire. “Come on, bunny... let go. Cum all over Daddy's cock.”
You began to whine again, “Daddy, I'm too tiny! Too thick—.” His large, calloused hand covers your mouth, muffling your whimpers into soft, desperate sounds against his palm. His other arm snakes under your back, holding you firmly against his chest as he pushes forward with a final, deep, inexorable thrust, burying himself to the hilt inside you. The feeling of being filled, stretched to your absolute limit, is overwhelming. A single, choked sob shakes your body. Leon whispers directly in your ear, “Shhh, I know, baby... I know it's a lot. Daddy's got you. Just breathe... relax around me. You feel so perfect... so tight.”
He holds himself perfectly still, buried deep within your trembling body, letting you adjust to the incredible fullness. His own breathing is harsh and ragged against your neck. He presses a soft, lingering kiss just below your ear. His voice thick with emotion and lust, “You take me so good, my perfect, tiny wife... taking all of her big Daddy. You're so brave for me.” Slowly, he begins to move again, not pulling out far, just shallow, gentle rocks of his hips that grind his thick length against that deep, sensitive spot inside you. The friction is exquisite, sending shivers of pleasure-pain through your oversensitive nerves. His hand remains over your mouth, a gentle, possessive seal.
“That's it... just like that. Let me love you, baby girl. Let me make you feel good.” He mumbled, feeling your body gently trembling. Your restless movements only serve to ignite the flames of his possessiveness. He presses his hand down more firmly over your mouth, effectively silencing any further protest. His grip, though gentle, is unyielding, creating a sense of restraint that leaves you both vulnerable and aware of the intensity of the moment. His hips begin to piston faster, abandoning the slow, gentle rocks for a deeper, more urgent rhythm. Each thrust is a powerful, claiming drive that pushes him impossibly deeper, the thick base of his cock stretching your entrance with every withdrawal and re-entry. The headboard taps a frantic rhythm against the wall. “That's it... No more squirming. Just take it, bunny. Take all of your Daddy.”
His pace is relentless now, a hard, deep fucking that leaves no part of you untouched. The wet, slapping sounds of your bodies meeting fill the room, a vulgar counterpoint to his harsh breaths and your muffled whimpers. His muscles are taut with strain, sweat beading on his brow and dripping onto your chest. “So deep... fucking you so deep... my cock is all the way in your perfect little cunt... gonna fill you up... mark you from the inside…” Leon whispered more to himself. He shifts his angle slightly, and the next thrust hits a spot that makes your eyes roll back, a sharp, blinding pleasure-pain that borders on agony. His palm muffles a strangled cry. The intense, involuntary clench of your inner muscles around him, causing him to let out a sharp, triumphant groan, “There! Right there... gonna make you cum... gonna make you cum while I'm buried balls deep in this messy, dripping cunt…”
Your body curves gracefully, a taut bowstring drawn back to its absolute limit, each muscle coiled and ready. As overwhelming sensations swell within you, they build to a peak, cascading into a second, shattering wave that leaves you breathless and in awe of the unfolding orgasm. It crashes through you with a violence that leaves you trembling and breathless, your inner muscles clamping down in a series of frantic, milking pulses around his thick, invading length. Tears well in the corners of your eyes, a mixture of pleasure, overwhelm, and sheer surrender.
The feeling of your tight, convulsing cunt is his undoing. His rhythm fractures into a series of short, desperate thrusts as his own control shatters. He buries himself to the hilt one last time, his entire body locking up as he releases deep inside you with a low, continuous groan. You can feel the hot, pulsing jets filling you, a final, primal claim. He sinks into you, his substantial weight enveloping you like a warm, possessive blanket. His breath gently stirs the hair at the nape of your neck as his face nestles into the crook, bringing an intimate warmth and a sense of safety that wraps around you both as he rides out the last waves of his climax. “Mine... all mine…”
He stays like that for a long moment, both of you panting and trembling in the aftermath. Slowly, carefully, he removes his hand from your mouth and shifts his weight to the side, but he doesn't pull out, keeping himself nestled deep within you as he gathers you tightly against his chest. His arms are a secure cage around you, his heartbeat a frantic drum against your back. “My perfect girl... my brave, perfect wife. You did so good for Daddy.” Leon said as he pressed soft, reverent kisses to your hair, your temple, your shoulder. The room is silent except for your ragged, shared breathing and the faint, wet sound of his slowly softening cock still nestled inside you.
The air is thick with the musky aroma of sweat and sex mingling with the warm, earthy notes of sandalwood, creating a heady atmosphere. Beyond the walls, the city sparkles under the night sky, its myriad lights twinkling like stars—unconcerned with the intimate, passionate world you’ve just created within these four walls. “I love you,” He said just as he moved you with a possessive ease, rolling you onto your stomach amidst the tangled black silk. The sudden shift makes you gasp, the sheets cool against your fevered skin. He settles over you, his large, hot body covering yours completely, pinning you gently to the mattress. His hands grip your hips, lifting them slightly to angle you perfectly for him. Meaning one thing…round two.
“Once more, princess. Daddy needs one more time inside his perfect little wife.” He let out a whisper. He doesn't wait for a response. He pushes back into your well-used, dripping cunt with a single, deep thrust that steals the air from your lungs. The stretch is immediate and intense, a familiar, overwhelming fullness that makes you clench around him instinctively. He lets out a sharp, gratified hiss. His hips began a slow, powerful rhythm. He was panting, “Fuck... still so tight for me. Like you were made just to take my cock.”
His pace is different now-deeper, more languid, but with a relentless, possessive drive. Each thrust is a long, slow slide that grinds his pelvis against your sore, sensitive flesh. The wet sounds are louder, more obscene in this position. Your whimpers are muffled by the silk sheets as you grip them for dear life. One of Leon’s hands moves to the small of your back, pressing down to keep you arched for him, “That's it... Take it all, baby girl. Let Daddy fuck his mark deep into you.” He spoke as he could feel the overwhelming sensation of your abused pussy. He leans in closer, the heat of his body radiating against your back as his chest makes contact with your skin. You can feel the soft brush of his lips against the delicate curve of your shoulder, sending a shiver down your spine. When he bites down gently, an intoxicating blend of tenderness and assertiveness, it leaves you momentarily startled, a thrill coursing through you at the possessive claim he establishes. His thrusts become slightly faster, more urgent, driven by the raw, primal need to possess you completely one last time. The bed creaks in a steady rhythm beneath his powerful movements.
“Gonna fill you up again... make sure my seed takes... keep you full of me…”
You began to whimper, the overwhelming sensations crashing over you like a relentless tide, leaving you breathless and trembling. A soft squeak of mercy slipped from your lips, only to be quickly stifled as you fought to regain control over the whirlwind of feelings that threatened to consume you. His thick, calloused fingers push past your lips, silencing your whimpers with a gentle but firm pressure. The taste of salt and your own arousal fills your mouth as he holds you there, his other hand gripping your hip hard enough to leave bruises. His thrusts become deeper, more punishing, each one a deliberate, claiming drive that rocks your entire body forward into the mattress.
Leon bends over to your ear, “Shhh, no protesting, baby girl. Just take it. You're mine to use... mine to fill.” He sets a brutal, steady rhythm, fucking into your dripping, oversensitive cunt with a primal intensity that leaves no room for argument. The sound of skin meeting skin echoes in the quiet room, a vulgar testament to his possession. Tears cascade from the corners of your eyes, mingling with the dark, smooth silk sheets beneath you, creating glistening trails that shimmer in the dim light. Each droplet absorbs into the fabric, giving a hint of your silent sorrow as the soft material cradles your pain. He panting harshly, his body slick with sweat, “Almost there... gonna pump my cum so deep inside you... gonna make sure it stays…”
His pace becomes frantic, his control fraying at the edges. He sinks his teeth into your shoulder once more, this time with a fierce intensity that sends a wave of sharp, possessive pain coursing through you. It intertwines seamlessly with the overwhelming pleasure-pain ignited by his powerful thrusts. His fingers press insistently against your tongue, a wordless command urging you to embrace him wholly. Each squirm and muffled protest that escapes your lips only ignites his fervor further, amplifying the wild intensity of his possessive frenzy as he claims you. The faint, coppery scent of blood mixes with the heavy aroma of sex, a dark, primal trigger. He uses the red slickness, his thrusts becoming faster, harder, a brutal, rhythmic pounding that drives the air from your lungs. The headboard slams against the wall with each powerful stroke.
“Mine... you're mine, bunny... always mine…”
His body locks up, a final, shuddering thrust that buries him to the hilt as he releases with a low, continuous groan, pumping his seed deep inside you once more. He descends onto you with a weight that feels both overwhelming and intimate, his body pressing you firmly into the mattress beneath. The air around you grows thick with the sound of his labored breathing, each ragged inhale breaking the silence that envelops you both. For a long, heavy moment, he remains there, lost in the depths of connection, before he begins to withdraw slowly and deliberately, his presence lingering even as he carefully pulls away. “Shhh, baby... It's over. Daddy's done,” He whispered as he caressed your hair.
He rolls off you, pulling you gently against his side. His large hand, now tender, strokes your hair as he reaches for a silk handkerchief from the bedside table. He cleans you with surprising gentleness, his touch reverent as he tends to the small, stinging tear. After he pressed a soft kiss to your temple, he said, “I'm sorry, princess... I got carried away. My perfect girl... you're so brave for me.” He holds you close in the dimly lit, quiet room, the air thick with the warmth of your bodies, slick with sweat and the remnants of his release. The stillness is punctuated only by your shaky, uneven breaths and the distant hum of the city below, a muted backdrop to the intimacy you share. Your soft, broken sobs pierce through the heavy silence, echoing with unspoken emotions. Instantly, Leon's body goes rigid beside you, the once possessive heat in his eyes melting away into a torrent of sharp, gut-wrenching concern. He draws you even tighter against his chest, his strong, comforting hand cradling the back of your head, offering solace in the midst of your vulnerability.
His voice quivered with immediate regret, laden with emotion as he rushed to reassure you. “Oh, baby... I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, bunny.” He shifted his posture, gently turning you to face him, his eyes wide and haunted, searching your tear-streaked face for any sign of hope. With a tenderness that felt almost alien compared to the harshness of moments prior, his thumb brushed away a tear glistening on your cheek.
“Where does it hurt, princess?” he whispered, his voice thick with guilt and desperation. “Tell Daddy where it hurts. I’ll fix it. I’ll make it better.” His hands moved over you with a frantic, yet tender urgency, as he meticulously checked for any signs of injury beyond the small tear he had already addressed.
Anguish etched across his features, the fierce protector within him shattered by the painful sound of your distress. He leaned in, pressing a soft, apologetic kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment as if trying to convey everything he couldn’t say. “I never want to hurt you. Never,” he breathed, the weight of his remorse heavy in the space between you. “I lost control... I’m so sorry, my perfect girl.”
He envelops you entirely in his arms, cradling you tenderly as your tears mingle with the warmth of his skin. The mood in the room has transformed completely, shifting from one of intense possessiveness to a deep, aching solace that wraps around you both. You let out a soft whimper, “It stings... down there.” The sound of your distress causes his face to twist with genuine sorrow, a mirror of your own hurt.
With careful urgency, he shifts his body lower on the bed, settling between your legs. The dim light dances across his brow, highlighting the sheen of concern that glistens there. He parts your thighs with a touch so delicate that it feels almost like a whisper against your skin, his gaze filled with a heartbreaking blend of love and guilt as he carefully examines the source of your discomfort.
In a voice that trembles with both care and intensity, he murmurs, “I see it, baby girl. Just a little tear. Daddy's gonna make it all better. I promise.” His words resonate in the stillness, a soothing balm meant to ease your pain and fear.
He reaches for a small, ornate bottle of aloe vera gel from the nightstand—a thoughtful addition he keeps close at hand for moments like this. The bottle glistens softly in the dim light, its intricate design reflecting a sense of care and intention. He dispenses a generous dollop of the cool, green gel into his palms, rubbing them together to warm it before approaching you.
With a delicate touch, he spreads the gel over your inflamed skin, his fingers barely brushing against the tenderness. As he applies the soothing substance, a wave of relief washes over you, its coolness easing the sting almost instantly. Leon's voice is soft and filled with concern, his eyes locked onto yours, searching for any sign of discomfort. “There... does that feel a little better? I'm so sorry, I was too rough with my perfect little bunny.”
His movements are slow and gentle, each stroke filled with a reverence that betrays his deep care for you. With his other hand, he lovingly strokes your hip, offering a comforting presence that contrasts the earlier intensity. The room feels warm and intimate, a sanctuary where he tends to you with the utmost tenderness.
Once he finished, he thoroughly washed his hands, the soap foaming and swirling in the sink like a fleeting thought. With a softness that belied the intensity of the moment, he gathered you back into his arms, enveloping you against his chest. You could feel the rapid beat of his heart against your cheek, a wild rhythm still echoing with the adrenaline and a hint of regret that hung heavily in the air. He leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head, his voice thick with emotion as he murmured, “I love you more than anything, bunny. I promise I’ll never let myself get that carried away again. You’re my whole world.”
He held you tightly for what felt like an eternity, the world outside surrendering to the stillness of night. The quiet enveloped you both, and slowly, your soft cries began to fade into shaky breaths, as he gently rocked you, providing comfort and warmth, while the city below lay in a peaceful slumber.
After your soft sniffling had subsided, he tenderly laid you down on the bed, gently cradling you in his strong embrace. His voice, barely above a whisper, coaxed you to sleep while he vigilantly watched over you. The weight of exhaustion enveloped you, drawing you into a deep, dreamless slumber, despite the persistent ache lingering between your legs.
As Leon's arm curled protectively around your waist, he reached for his phone, his fingers deftly navigating the screen to order a bouquet of your favorite flowers for an apology. “You should’ve just let go and relaxed for me,” he murmured, a hint of disapproval lacing his words as he shook his head. Yet, beneath that surface concern, an undeniable thrill coursed through him—an excitement that he kept hidden, a sweet secret just for himself. It was something his little bunny would never need to know.














