#di!leon

Now, Leon was a different story. He's hated you since day one. Short, blunt replies and no smiles. Yet, the horses at his stable adored you, and you assume that's why he keeps letting you visit. You've always been curious about the man. He's devastatingly handsome even if you got a feeling he's nearly twice your age.

You've noticed how kind and patient he is with his employees. Farm hands, veterinarians, and anyone else he happened to have under his wing. He makes plenty of dad jokes. Though, there's no wedding band, and everyone you've talked to says he's a loner. Long story short, you're extremely interested in the man.

The sun is setting, and the horses are all in their stalls, but that stupid girl is still here. Leon tried to talk his friend, Chris, into politely kicking you out. In which he replied, "I'm off the clock. It's your problem now." He's sick of it being his problem.

That damn girl has been a problem since day one. Gorgeous, bright, and intriguing. But young. Too fucking young. He'd rather lie to himself and everyone around, acting like he hates your guts.

His heavy, work boots kick up dust as he stomps into the stable. His eyes find you, a moth to the flame. You're so breathtaking. Golden light falling on you and offering an angelic glow. An innocent smile on your face as you talk lowly to a black mare. Your feminine hands brush over the horse's nose before hugging its big head to your chest.

He forgets to say anything, completely mesmerized. That is until you say your goodbyes to Storm and turn to him. Your smile should evaporate at the sight of him, but it just widens. "Hey, Leon." You wave at him, and he scowls in answer.

"What are you still doing here? Get out." He points his thumb behind him and towards the exit.

"Why are you so mean?" You pout, the smile now fading. "I was just leaving."

"Good." Leon grins with satisfaction and crosses his beefy arms. He notices the way your eyes flick down and follow along the defined veins.

A huff leaves you and your arms cross in front of you to mimic him. Now, his eyes are drifting down, but for different reasons. They find your breasts, and his dick comes to life. They're so perfect and highlighted by your arms.

"Why do you hate me?" She snaps. The young thing says it like he should be frightened. But he's just turned on. Ain't that pathetic. It's just some attitude and narrowed eyes. Oh, but your scrunched up nose is so cute.

"Hate you?" His footsteps are harsh and kill the space between you. Your bodies brush, but you don't step back. Though he notices you lean away from his broad frame. "Why would I hate you? Have you done anything to deserve it? Have you mocked me? Tripped my employees? Drugged my horses?" He quirks his eyebrow up, having fun messing with you.

"Drugged your horses?!" You gasp, a shocked expression taking over your pretty features. "How could you say that? I love Storm, Daisy, Mr. Lucky and all the other horses. Hell, I knew most of them before you even came on the scene."

Now, you're fired up. Poking at his chest and shooting daggers at him. More insults and accusations fall from your lips. The noise becomes irrelevant, like it's coming from underwater. No, he's set on your lips. So lively, so unique, and such an enchanting color.

He wants to pull the bottom one between his teeth before sliding his tongue inside. He wants to suck on your top lip and hear you whine. If only he could kiss you until there's saliva strung between your mouths.

Leon wishes he didn't know you were single. He wishes you were married and carrying some other guy's little toddler. If you were dating some idiot he could let you go. But somehow. Someway, no one had claimed you, and he loathes it. Because his foolish, senior brain believes that means he has a chance.

"Are you even listening to me?" You pat his prickly cheek and wave your hand in front of his face. He frowns and grabs your hand.

"No, I'm not listening." He growls, "get out of my stable."

You yank your hand from him and give him a death glare. It's exactly what he wants. Yes, hate me enough to never come back. Then, I can forget you. Live out the rest of my life, not craving a woman that I can't have.

Leon's ashamed doesn't matter that he tried everything he could to avoid this. A cold shower and watching the most boring things on his tv. But you kept coming back to his mind. And no, he couldn't paint you in a bad light. Couldn't come up with a single thing that disgusted or angered him.

No, everything just made him hard. He should be asleep. There's an alarm on his nightstand blinking 2 a.m. in accusing red. But his hands are itching. "Come on, Leon. Don't do it." He whispers in the emptiness of his bedroom. Yet, his hands are sliding down, and his breathing deepens.

Boxer briefs are slid down to mid-thigh. His large hand wraps around his semi-hard member, and it doesn't take long to get it to full mast. He grunts as images of you spring up and along with it snippets of your voice.

The fire in your eyes and the bite to your words. The friendliness you bestowed upon his employees. The gentleness his horses received from you.

He groans louder, head falling back against the headboard. Precum glistens on his tip, and he quickly spreads it over the pulsing veins of his dick. His hands quicken, and you play like a film reel in his mind.

It's too much. His groans building. The slick noises and frenzied jerks of his hands. All he can think of is you. Every small detail of your body and how magnificent it is.

Leon comes with your name on his lips. He chants it, falling apart while imagining you there with him. Your cries of bliss and your tired, shimmering smile underneath him.

It's not the first time he's touched himself to thoughts of you, and to his disappointment, it won't be the last.

You stayed away for a few weeks. He was . . .okay. Leon thought he'd forget you given enough time. Yet between brushing down horses and fixing fences, he'd catch himself looking for you. He was not with it, and Chris was starting to get worried. The muscular brunette was practically begging him to take a vacation.

Leon doesn't do vacations. This is his ranch. His peace. His work. His home. A young woman with delectable curves and a pure heart was not gonna be his undoing.

You didn't wanna come back. Leon's a miserable, old fart and you were upset with him. But a phone call from Chris changed everything. He told you Storm, that magnificent mare, had become sick. The vet on hand didn't know if she'd make it as old as she is. So, you jumped in your car and rushed over.

Your wheels crunch over gravel, and your car door slams before you're racing to the stables. No longer can you hold back your tears when Storm comes into view. She's lying on her side and hooked up to some drip. She makes a horrible wheezing noise, and sweat covers her tar black coat.

"Hey, pretty girl." You muttered softly, attempting a smile. Tears drip down your cheeks. You don't know how long you sit there in the hay, speaking to her and petting her. Footsteps and voices force you to wipe your tears and clear your throat.

That deep, smooth voice belongs to Leon, and the other you assume is the vet. One stays and one goes. You keep your eyes glued to Storm and her alone.

Leon sighs, exhausted and forlorn. "Chris tell you?" You nod in response, and the latch to the stall clicks open. Then, you feel him standing over you. His scent washes over you, masculine and laced with leather. He drops to Storm's other side, across from you.

She gives a weak yet welcoming sound. His large, calloused hands carefully ease her head onto his lap. "It's alright, girl. You're alright." You whimper, tears flooding over once again. Something in his smooth, deep voice tells you she won't make it. Even worse, it sounds like he's said goodbye before, like death is an old friend.

You curl in on yourself, holding your head in your hands. Logically, this is stupid. Crying in front of a man who hates you, crying in general, and not being stronger. Storm was getting old, and you knew that. You just didn't want to face it.

But it hurt so bad. All those memories overcoming you. You remember Storm being around when you were just a little girl, watching her from afar and bringing her snacks as you got older. Mr. Hammond always encouraged your love for the horses.

A warm weight settles on your shoulder. "Hey, you wanna talk to her? I'll step outside." You lift your head to find Leon. A kindness in his eyes and a smile forming on his handsome face.

A shaky breath leaves your lips, and you nod. His hand pats your shoulder, and a sense of calm comes over you.

He leaves you to say your goodbye.

Then, you and Leon stay with her until her final breath. The whole night is spent together, learning about one another and reminiscing about moments with the black mare. He forgets that he hates you. You forget why you were angry with him. There's a shared respect for one another, bonding during one of the darkest moments of your life.

Months pass, and healing has its way. You come over more, and Leon doesn't treat you with cold cruelty. He's welcoming, warm, and soft with you. You fall hopelessly in love. No longer experiencing just curiosity or attraction. It's so much more.

"God, it's so peaceful out here." You exclaim, stretching out in the rocking chair. Leon's next to you in his own chair, rocking at a leisurely pace. He holds a beer bottle in one hand, looking way too hypnotizing.

His warm chuckle reaches your ears, "Yeah?"

"Yep. It's almost better than my farm." You reply, a little playful and winking at the older man.

"Pfftt. That itty bitty teenie tinnie thing you call a farm?" Leon snorts, returning the friendly teasing.

"Uh!" You lean forward and face him. "It's a beautiful farm, and at least I don't need fifty million people to help me run it."

"I don't have fifty million people employed." He tilts his head to you and points his beer bottle to you before taking a swig. His dirty blond hair falls over his bright blue eyes.

"Forty-nine million nine hundred ninety-nine?" You ask with a grin and a special twinkle in your eyes.

Leon bursts out laughing and nods. "Yes, definitely. That many." His laughter sets a fire in you, hot and filling. It flickers inside you, and you melt. You give him a tender smile, eyes glued on him.

He feels the air shift, and he turns to you. You're smiling at him, and there's something in your gaze he doesn't wanna name. You look so gorgeous that his chest is in pain. Pain worse than a bullet wound. His hand clenches and unclenches, longing to touch you. What'd he give to caress your cheek and brush his lips over yours.

"Leon," you whisper, eyes drifting down to his lips. His own gaze drops to your lovely mouth and a thirst he's never known bubbles up inside. Leon has an out of body experience. There's no control as his hand reaches for your arm.

He sees his hand drawing you in. You leaving the safety of your rocking chair to stand in between his legs. Your hands cup his scruffy cheeks, and his hands find the small of your back.

Then, your lips meet his own.

It's so light that he could mistake it for a figment of his imagination. But then you sink into him, lips pressing harder, and a needy noise scrapes along your throat. He's shocked by the needy noise that he gives in response.

He should have more control. You're not his first kiss. Definitely, not his first girl. And for fuck's sake he's too old to be this desperate. But it makes no difference. His hand curls around your hip while the other caresses your back, mapping out the curves of you.

The moon shines behind you, painting this moment in glimmering silver. Fireflies dance in the open fields, and a simple porch light flickers above. Your lips meet over and over. And Leon. He's lost in you in all ways imaginable.

You pull away, and his lips chase yours. A low whine in the back of his throat can be heard. "Should we stop? Do you want to stop?" Leon hears your concern and the defeat in your voice as if you're already expecting a 'yes.'

"Hell no." He replies in a gruff tone, nearly growling in anger. Leon doesn't want to be separated from you. Maybe he'll regret it in the morning. Maybe he'll even despise himself for kissing a woman your age. But he might just be in love with you. And yes, he's most definitely turned on by you.

It's the most stunning thing he's ever witnessed. The way desire sparks in your eyes before turning into a low simmering heat. Your whole body language changes and your confidence skyrockets. Your hands slip beneath his shirt, and your lips find his adam's apple. Kissing and licking on it like a sweet candy apple.

He stands up from the rocking chair and scoops you into his muscular arms. Your legs lock around him, and his head tilts back, letting you have your way. The wooden planks of his front porch squeak as he carries you inside. The door shuts behind him with an audible creak of hinges.

He lays you down, your hypnotic body laid out on cool sheets. The same sheets he's been sleeping in. "Oh, darling. You're so beautiful." He kisses your brow before stepping back. His heavy-duty working boots hit the floor. Then, his flannel, along with the tight shirt underneath.

"You wanna do the rest, honey? Or should I undress you first?" Leon smiles, a hint of teasing in his words. You're looking at him as if he's every dream you've ever had come true. Openly admiring with wide eyes and shaky breaths.

"May I?" You gesture towards his lower half, face hot and now licking your lips.

He steps forward and answers in a low, sultry tone. "You can do whatever you want to me." His reply leaves you wet and aching. A feeling so intense that you've never encountered. Your fingers tug at his belt loops. The bulge in his jeans is nearly at eye level with you, causing your thighs to press together.

You unzip his wranglers, and it's all too loud in this tense moment. The room is burning hot as the denim is pulled down. Then, your hands curl in his waistband, and you catch his jaw ticking. The simple muscle twitching beneath his stubble makes you hotter than the sun.

You feel like a blazing inferno here in this old rancher's home. When he's left naked and you're fully clothed, things couldn't be more clear. He might be older and stronger, but you're in control here. Nothing will be forced on you, and you'd rather die before forcing anything on this man.

"Come here." You whisper, eyes burning into his. You grab at his massive, scarred shoulders and sink into the mattress, dragging him with you. His naked, tan body is hovering over you. His lips drag along your neck and collarbones. You sigh in bliss, and low content noises slip from his chapped lips.

Over time his body sinks into you, hard cock nudging at your hips through your clothing. Your hands cease their exploration of his toned body and squeeze his shoulders. "I need you to undress me, Leon. Please." You're breathing, hard and heavy. Cunt aching for friction and desperate for no more boundaries.

"Yeah, baby. I'll undress ya." His hands, worn from hard labor, are gentle with you. They slip off your shirt, strip down your jeans, and peel off your undergarments. It's slow and intimate. Your heart races the whole time, and your body closes in on itself in an attempt to cover up.

He calls your name, yearning and mesmerized in equal measure. His hands palm your breasts and follow the curve of your torso. A restrained groan leaves him as he follows the lines of your body. Over your hips and down your legs. "You're so damn gorgeous. I can't breathe."

His sky blue eyes have darkened into a raging sea. He really has wanted you this whole time. Yet he was such a jerk, doing anything and everything to push you away. To make you hate him and you never understood until now.

He was terrified of this. Wanting you. Needing you. In such a desperate manner. With such all consuming desire.

"Leon, I need you too." It's all you can think to say. Your voice hoarse and quiet in the dark. Tears pricking at the corner of your eyes.

His heavy body falls into you, and his lips collide with yours. You become a writhing mess on his mattress. Kissing and touching what you both thought you couldn't have. Two of his fingers slip inside you, and you cry out from the unexpected sensation. His thick fingers brush over your walls as his thumb plays with your throbbing rosebud.

"Oh, god. You sound so damn good. Better than I imagined. So fucking sweet." He's breathless, hips rutting into the bed as he fingers you. You're just as bad. Rocking into his hand and moaning unabashedly. "That's it, baby. I need you to cum so I can slide into you. Nice and painless."

The thought of his dick finally inside you finishes you off. Your nails leave marks in his tan skin. Your back arches, and your head is thrown to the side. The older man watches the whole thing without any shame.

"Beautiful. So fucking beautiful." He kisses you, thumb brushing over your clit lightly as you come down.

The tender kisses abruptly end with you gasping. He has his tip nudging at your wet folds. "Is this okay? You ready?" Leon whispers, laying kisses on your face from forehead to chin.

Your heart pounds fiercely, but you clasp onto him and spread your legs wide. "Yes. Please, Leon. Own me."

The weary rancher groans loudly as he pushes forward. Little by little, his throbbing dick slides inside your slick walls. A whimper slips free as he finally settles to the hilt. He sighs, hiding his face in your neck. His hot breath washes over you and sends a tremor throughout your body.

His thrusts start off slow, holding you close and mouthing at your shoulder blindly. You rub his broad back and follow the edges of his shoulder blades.

"Do you have any idea how many times I've jerked off to you?" The older man slurs, hips thrusting into you again and again. His muscular body is covered in sweat and curved over you. That combined with his breathy noises in your ear drives you to whimper.

"N-no. Tell me. Please. How much?" You stutter. Nails bitting into his skin and walls pulsing around his dick. It's like you can see the pearly gates now.

"All the time. Every night. Can never forget your smile. When the sun gives you a halo. When you laugh or talk to the horses. Every glimpse of skin and curve hinted at . . ." He groans, speeding up, and you cry out. "It drives me crazy. You drive me crazy."

You call his name, legs quivering like a foal. You throw your head back and his calloused fingers reach for your clit. The sweetest release rushes over you. Fireworks exploding behind your eyes.

He pulls out at the last second, jerking his cum onto your stomach instead of inside. It's a shame, but next time he'll wear a condom so he can at least stay connected with you. Great, now he's thinking about doing this another time. He was a fool to believe he could let go of you.

His eyes trail all over you as he catches his breath. Your eyes are shut, lashes kissing your cheeks. Your breasts rise and fall with your uneven breaths. His mess is splattered on your stomach. He runs a hand through his dirty blond hair and tries in vain to be normal about this.

You're too young. Way too young. But that doesn't sound like a good enough reason to push you away anymore. No, you're a bright and stunning woman who loves this ranch, the horses, and possibly him. The thought of you not feeling the same way he does crushes his heart, making it bleed.

"I'll . . .I'll clean you up." His voice falls flat, and the bedroom no longer feels warm in a pleasant way. More like stuffy, and no one wants it on their skin. He walks to the bathroom, not even noticing he's still naked.

When he returns with a warm wash cloth, he finds you in his flannel shirt and a shy expression on your face. He groans and runs a hand down his face.

"What?" You laugh lightly, looking even more uncertain.

"Nothing." He shakes his head, knees sinking into the mattress as he starts cleaning you up. The wet cloth roaming your stomach and inner thighs.

"You sure?" You brush his hair back as he lays a kiss on the curve of your tummy.

"Hmmm, nothing." He hums and sits back up. "You need anything else?" His large hands rub up and down your thighs in a soothing manner.

Your head shakes back and forth. "Just need you to hold me." Your voice is so small and timid. His chest tightens, and he envelops you in his big arms. The mattress shifts beneath you both as he holds you to his chest.

Silence falls like a warm blanket, and his calloused hands idly rub your back. A clock ticks on the wall, and the old ranch house creaks in a familiar pattern. There's no doubt in his mind that he's fucked. He wants this. Wants you forever. Every night from here on out he wants to share it with you.

To fall asleep next to you. To bring you pleasure. To hold you close and feel your breath on his skin.

"Hey, Leon?" Your voice breaks through his spiraling thoughts. He hums in acknowledgment. "You're not gonna push me away anymore, right?"

He takes a deep, fortifying breath and gently pulls you away from his chest. He caresses your cheek and whispers your name. "No more pushing you away. I know I'm older. A bit broken and I don't have much to offer. I know your tiny farm is better than my ranch." He smiles at your responding giggle.

"But I do want this if you want me." Heat tingles at the back of his neck and spreads to his face. God, he feels so stupid. His eyes widen in surprise when you kiss him. Just a single press of lips that lingers.

"I want you, Leon. No more pushing me away, or I'll make you wish you were dead." You give him a playful grin and nip at his jaw. He just laughs and rolls you two over. Laughter spills into his bedroom, spelling out a new future with you two intertwined.

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Holy crap! I broke a personal record! This is now my longest fic ever!

He hadn't even noticed them, and the next morning he walked straight out of home and into a meeting wearing one of his usual low-cut shirts, the top button left undone, unknowingly displaying every faint bruise you left on him— for the world to see.

After all, he had absolutely no idea they were there, and before leaving that morning, Leon had asked if you'd be coming with him, but you'd simply smiled and told him you'd join him a little later since there were a few things you still had to take care of.

And of course your sweetest—completely oblivious boyfriend agreed.

You, however, knew, the reason.

Truth was you wanted him to go first— to walk into that damn DSO meeting completely oblivious, letting everyone know exactly who Leon belonged to. That ridiculously handsome, unfairly charming pookie of a man was taken, and unconditionally content in his love life.

Though you also knew that if Leon had caught on to what you were doing, he would've turned the tables on you in a heartbeat. He'd have left far more than a couple of 'love bite' marks, making sure you were the one walking around flustered instead. But today wasn't about you. It was about him.

So well here you were. Also— you did agree it wasn't the right thing to do, and of course it wasn't exactly your proudest moment, to be honest.

But at the party the night before, you'd caught far too many women staring at him, their gaze lingering on him just a second too long. God, you hated it. You hated them.

But you also knew there was no reason to feel that way. Leon had never given you a single reason to doubt him. He was loyal without a question, never hid your relationship, and made it clear to anyone who asked that he was yours.

But jealousy always seeped in like a seed that was planted unknowingly, and grew far more worse: with every rain of trigger.

So you did what you thought was best and if you were being truthful, it would be a lie to pretend you hadn't wanted to leave those marks behind— just a quiet, possessive reminder that the man everyone couldn't stop looking at was already deeply loved.

By you.

...

Later at the office, Leon had arrived a good thirty minutes early, and only a handful of agents had made it to the meeting room so far, along with his good old friend, Chris. Not that Leon paid them much mind to anyone except chris.

Though he noticed everyone was giving him looks that said "we know something, you don't," but of course he didnt give a shit about it.

Instead, he absentmindedly swiveled back and forth in his chair, because well...sometimes you just had to let your inner child out.

"Seems like someone had a good time," Chris teased, pulling him out of his thoughts, and raising a brow at Leon as chris absentmindedly played with the coffee mug resting in his hand.

"What—?" Leon blinked, and stopped altogether swiveling on the chair and immediately looked at the big buff man sitting in the chair across him and turned crimson at the thought that someone somehow knew what might've happened the night before.

But...wait. How would they know?

Chris had to be messing with him.

"Don't act coy, Agent Kennedy," Chris quipped, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth, as he rested his mug gently on the table in front of him while leaning forward on the table until his chest brushed the edge of the wooden desk before him, and his gaze lingered on the bruises on the man in front of him.

Leon frowned before instinctively reaching for his neck, and the moment his fingers brushed over the tender spots, realization hit him, that you had— marked him as yours.

Not that he complained.

Then a sheepish smile appeared at the corner of his mouth and he smirks, "well..." and instead of buttoning up his shirt or trying to hide the scattered bruises, Leon simply leaned back in his chair, a smug smile spreading across his face and if anything, he tugged his collar just enough that they were even more obvious.

Chris snorted, shaking his head. "Showing them off now?"

"Dunno what you're talking about," Leon replied far too innocently, though the proud grin on his face definitely said otherwise.

Slowly, the meeting room filled with chatter as more agents filtered in. You, however, were still nowhere to be seen— you were late, just as you'd told Leon you would be, knowing you'd be arriving later, he didn't think much of it.

and now he understood why everyone was giving him 'that look', or those lingering glances. But none of it bothered him in the slightest and all of it made him smile even harder.

After all, if people knew he belonged to you, that was only a good thing.

The meeting ran for another twenty minutes and the second it ended, Leon found you almost immediately, and gently he backed you into the nearest quiet hallway with a grin that said he almost amused at your little sneaky attempt.

You didn't even get the chance to catch your breath. Instead, his hands came down on either side of you, boxing you in, feeling a little cornered, or a little shy, you didnt know your gaze instantly dropped to the floor below, because you already knew exactly what he wanted to, "confront" you about.

not that you were scared actually far from it--

"So..." he murmured, fingers brushing lightly beneath your chin and tipping it upwards until your 'shy' gaze met with his darkened orbs. "Thought you'd leave me walking around like that all day, huh?" He quipped running his tongue over his bottom lip before giving it a seductive bite.

You tried to hide the 'I should probably feel guilty,' but soon 'I absolutely don't' smile tugs at your lips, and exactly you failed miserably.

Because well...you'd already dug yourself into the hole, so you might as well own it. "It worked, didn't it?" you asked with a shameless little grin.

"Careful, amore," he said, leaning in to you until his slightly parted lips breathed into the shell of your ear. "Because tonight..." he pauses, before giving your earlobe a little nibble, which makes you gasp his name like a soft prayer.

He grins at your reaction, then pulling himself back a little, he whispers in his deep husky voice "I'll be the one marking you."

and definitely you melted right there and then on the floor like a ice-cream on a summer afternoon.

Were you really driving halfway across town to get laid?

Absolutely. 

Leon didn't even have to ask you twice. It wasn't like you had much going on anyway. And you really wanted to see him.

You made it three, maybe four feet into his apartment, enough for you to take a look at him. Hair wet like he had just taken a shower, shirtless, and only a pair of pajama pants hung from his hips. That man was without a doubt, trying to drive you insane. Though you had concluded you were in fact insane, the second you said yes to going out with him. 

"Hi." You stood in front of him, the scent of his body wash taking you in. A mixture of light bourbon and vanilla. It wasn't overbearing, but it was definitely intoxicating. That, or you were already drunk on the thought of him.

"Hi." His lips irked up and he leaned down, lips barely brushing over yours as he threaded his fingers through your hair. "I really wanted to see you again." 

You were in his bedroom in record time. Somehow in between hushed laughs and messy kisses, always doing your best to stay quiet. But ultimately, he closed the door behind you, his body pressing you against it as he kissed you.

His lips were hard on your own, messy on your jaw, like he didn't know which part he wanted to kiss more. Your fingers were entangled in his perfectly soft honey brown strands, already melting under his touch. His hand came up under your jaw to grip your face in place, long fingers sprawled out over your neck. He pulled you back by your face and his eyes were hard on you, with this mixture of authority and utter need to fuck you. He could be both. 

"This is how this is gonna be. I'm going to throw you on that bed and fuck you the way you deserve. But I better not hear a single fucking sound leave those pretty lips of yours. Not tonight. Got it?" 

Your jaw hung agape, a sharp shudder leaving your lips at his words laced with confidence and dominance. Christ, the things this man made you feel. You felt like you would have slipped right onto the floor had he not been pressing you against the door with his body. It took a long hard look from the ocean of blue that were his eyes for you to even speak. 

"I.. Yeah. I'll be quiet. I just.." You swallowed, lip quivering with anticipation, your hands landing flat against his chest, attempting to grip at something other the hairs across his chest. "I need you, please."

Leon watched you ever so amused, flashes of lust and need overcoming his otherwise stoic eyes. And his lips irked up with malice. 

"You sweet girl," He gripped your chin between two fingers, tilting your head ever so slightly to look over your pretty face. The need to see this face covered in tears as you begged him to come overcame his rational mind. All he could think about was ruining you. "How is it possible for such a pretty and innocent looking thing to ever be so needy?" 

"You. You do this to me. I've never—" You wetted your dry lips, a wave of heat flashing between your thighs as your voice died in your throat. 

I've never wanted to be ruined by someone. 

I've never wanted to be fucked into nothing. 

Until I met you. 

The words never left your lips, though. All you could do was look at him with those pleading eyes of yours, hoping he would understand. 

And fuck, did he understand. 

His mouth was on yours without another word being spoken. You were more than eager to let him take over. His hands guided you carefully through his bedroom as his lips did with yours as he pleased. He sucked, pulled, and bit all he wanted. And the sounds that would sit in your throat every time he did so only made him all the more eager to have you on his bed. 

Your feet were no longer on the floor, and your back hit something soft and warm. With a soft gasp you landed on your back and his body encased you under him. His lips once again found your neck, making work of your skin as his hands fell down your body. He forced your hips off the mattress long enough to push your sweatpants and panties down your hips. You kicked them down the rest of the way with a shiver, watching through half lidded eyes as he lifted his body up enough to settle beside you. Your eyes followed him with confusion, for a moment forgetting about the cold air now settling between your thighs. 

"You, Miss, are going to keep your legs wide open for me, okay?" A large hand fell on your thigh, fingers digging into the tender skin for a second before he pulled your legs as far apart as they went. You gasped, unconsciously flinching at the cold air. Leon slightly narrowed his eyes at you. "I remember you like to squirm, and close your legs. But these better stay open, or I will fingerfuck you until you cry. Understood?" 

Your lips parted, but you simply nodded, not saying any words out loud. 

"Use your words baby, I know you can." 

You breathed out a shudder, "Yes, I.. I understand." 

Leon flashed you a pleased smile as he positioned himself on his side, his chest pressed against your shoulder and he used his legs to trap one of yours, making sure they stayed open. He didn't trust your self-control very much right now. 

"That's a good girl." He leaned down, his lips pulling your own into a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was heated and it was fucking messy. But it was enough to distract you from where his hand was about to go. 

His lips parted from yours just enough to leave room for him to spit into his fingers, before his lips were back on yours. Your mouth didn't stay open long though, for the second his fingers grazed your already sensitive clit, you gasped. His lips curved up, his nose brushing against yours as he rubbed slow circles around the nub. It was slow, agonizing, but fuck, it felt so good. 

"Oh my—" the words fell from your lips in a quiet whimper, your head falling to the side into Leon's chest as you attempted to quiet yourself, but the longer his fingers worked you the stronger the ache in your stomach became. "Fuck, Leon." 

"I know, sweetheart. You're so wet for me. Is this what you wanted me to do to you earlier? Finger you wide open in your bathtub?" He spoke into your ear, his voice was raspy and so full of arousal with each word he said. 

You tried to respond, but when you felt two long fingers slip into your wet cunt all you could do was scream. You weren't sure just how muffled the sound was but Leon didn't say anything about it. He definitely heard you, but that only made him want to work his fingers harder. He loved the sound of it, too, the lewd sound of his palm slapping against your wet cunt each time he snapped his wrist. It was his favorite sound— after your moans, of course. 

"Shit. Shit. Leon— a-ah—" Your voice was broken as you weakly grinded against his palm, but his fingers were buried so deep already all you could was desperately chase with your hips. Leon only found this all the more arousing. 

"Mhmm, yeah, just like that. Fuck yourself on my hand just like that. You look so goddamn pretty." He spat, watching as he curled his fingers against that one spot that made your squirm. The sight of you, pathetically grinding against his hand as you weakly attempted to stay quiet shot straight to his cock. 

He needed to fuck you so goddamn bad. But he needed to focus. He could be selfish after. 

"Shit, baby, look at yourself. I don't think I've ever seen a more perfect sight." He made you watch, his free hand fisted around the roots of your hair and he held your head in place to watch as he slid his fingers in and out of your soaked cunt. His hand as well as your thighs were glistening with your slick.

The sight was absolutely filthy, the sound more so. But fuck that only made you want to come even more. You couldn't help it. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your mouth fell open in a silent cry, the wind-up in your belly getting tighter and tighter. 

"Please. Please Leon. I'm gonna come. I think I'm gonna come." The words came out in parts, high-pitched and in between pants. 

Leon bit his lip, feeling the tightness of your walls around his fingers and he hummed, letting go of your hair to clasp a large hand over your mouth. He was shifting his weight more on his side, and he slammed his fingers so hard and so deep his palm rutted against your clit. He was a smart man. The cry you would have let out then would have woken up anyone in that apartment, or next to it. 

"Let go for me, pretty, I got you." His fingers left your hole to rub harsh circles on your clit, his fingers so wet he didn't even have to spit on them again. 

Though, he did surprise himself with how fast he had started to learn your body, because the second that wave of blinding heat hit you, you were squirming on that mattress like you wanted to run away. He, admittedly selfishly so, slightly ground his own hips against your leg as he fingered you through your orgasm. He could only handle so much with the sounds you had been making and how you oh so desperately wanted to come. 

He watched your face, teeth digging marks into his bottom lip as his fingers slowly stopped their rhythm. Only when you couldn't take it anymore and you attempted to squirm away from him, that was. 

"You did so good, baby." His lips replaced his hand with a much gentle kiss. He pulled back as he sat up, slipping his coated fingers past his lips in the process. "You taste really fucking good, too." 

This man was going to be the fucking death of you. 

You breathed out long pants, your forearm over your forehead as you tried to bring yourself back down to earth. You watched him shuffle around a bit. Until he was once again above you, his massive arms caging your head. 

"You okay, pretty?" He ran a careful hand over your face, looking you over with tenderness. It warmed your heart just how gentle he could be after absolutely wrecking you. 

"Uh huh. I'm perfect." You gave him a lazy smile, throwing your arms around his neck to hold him closer. "Are you going to fuck me now, handsome?" 

Leon looked at you with surprise at your shot of confidence, but the look in your eyes was of need. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip as he tugged his pijama pants down his hips, kicking them off the rest of the way somewhere to join yours. Your sweatshirt was next, and Leon was more than pleased to find you bare under it. 

"Just the way you deserve, pretty girl." He pressed a long, hard kiss to your lips before he sat back on his knees. 

Your legs hung lazily over his hips, completely at his mercy as he slowly rubbed himself through your folds, covering himself in your slick. Your lips fell open into a soft whimper. Leon shot you a small grin, his blue eyes filled with a wave of lust not once leaving your face as he slowly slid into you. His own lips parted and a grunt fell from them as your walls took him in. It was intoxicating. He was fucking addicted to it. 

"Goddamn baby, you take me so well." He sighed out, grinding his hips ever so slightly, enough to make you whine. 

"Leon, please. Just take me." You whined, slightly grinding your hips to give yourself some relief. He tilted his head at you, both hands gripping your hips with a tight grip. 

"Why are we so needy today, hm?" He teased, lazily dragging his cock in and out, not stopping but also not giving you what you wanted. 

"Ugh— you! You do this to me." You all but shouted at him, instantly regretting your volume and you swallowed hard at the glare he shot you. 

"I swear to God if you woke up my daughter." He groaned and leaned down, picking up his pace without a warning. "I am so going to fuck this attitude out of you." 

Any and all witty comebacks you could have come up with then were lost the second he started to drill into you, the angle making you feel the little hairs at the base of his cock brush against your clit with each snap of his hips. Your body would have slid back and forth on the mattress had it not been for the tight grip he kept on your hips. You were sure you were going to have his fingers printed on your skin in the morning. But God, you didn't care at all. 

"Shit— shit Leon— you feel so—" You whined into the air, your head falling to the side to muffle your cries on one of his pillows.

"Feels good, baby?" He gave you a particular deep thrust that made you slide up the mattress and you nodded harshly. "Yeah?" 

"More—" You breathed out, mindlessly reaching for him, only finding his wrist. 

Leon bit his already puffy red lip, long strands of hair falling over his forehead as he moved above you, his body now hovering over yours. Your knees were now damn near next to your head as he kept fucking you into the mattress. The new angle made you see fucking heaven now. 

"Like that?" 

You barely missed his words entirely, you were so drunk on the feeling of his cock, on his scent now mixed with your own. You didn't know many things, but of one thing you were certain, you could never get enough of this man. 

"Yes, yes, yes." You chanted into the air, almost delirious, like a praise only meant for his ears. 

Leon grunted softly, leaning down to brush hid nose against yours. He spoke words of praise so quiet you would have missed them had he not been so close. Your hands were on his face, barely holding on to him for dear life. His lips found your wrist, then your palm and in an instant one of his hands gathered both of yours, pinning them both above your head. You were absolutely helpless and at his mercy. And you wouldn't want it any other way. 

"Are you gonna come for me, pretty girl?" He slurred the words against your cheek, his cock buried so deep it was only a matter of time before you fell apart. You gave him a half nod, mouth agape as quiet moans fell on his ears. "Yeah, you are. I want to feel you come on my cock, c'mon. Fuck— I need to feel you come on my cock again." 

"God Leon— fuck— I'm gonna—" Your back arched against his chest, toes curling as wave of pleasure overcame your body. And it only took the feeling of his thumb on your swollen clit to fall apart completely. 

His mouth covered yours as your body convulsed under his, your orgasm hitting you so hard you were squeezing the shit out of Leon's hand above you. He happily swallowed the cries from your mouth as he continued to drill into you, rutting himself against you. He could only control himself for so long. 

"Fuck me— Goddamn baby, you drive me crazy. You take me so fucking well." He grunted against your cheek, his free hand now sprawled across your neck. He didn't squeeze this time, he only held you as he gave you one, two more thrusts of his hips before he was spilling himself inside you. "Atta girl. Atta girl." 

His lips were lazy on your cheek, leaving gentle kisses in his wake. A drunken giggle left your lips at the slight tickle his stubble left on your skin. His hands were now beside your head and he lifted his head enough to look at you. 

"Doing okay, pretty?" He asked with this pussy-drunk smile on his face, one of his fingers brushing the side of your face, "hm?" 

"Yeah, I'm living my best life." You giggled softly, opening your eyes to find his sapphire ones staring sweetly at you. 

"Sure you are, with my dick deep enough to feel me in your stomach, what more could you ask?" He teased, his lips curved up into a smug grin. You widened your eyes at him and smacked his shoulder. 

"You're insufferable." You rolled your eyes at him and attempted to move from under him but he was a brick wall above you, he refused to move a muscle. 

"You adore me. Wouldn't be here otherwise." He pressed a kiss to your shoulder and removed himself from you. His words lingered on your mind. You weren't sure what the fuck it was that you felt for this man, other than the utter need to be fucked by him. But outside of the obvious chemistry, you wanted to be around him, to be around Isabella. You couldn't help it. You were catching feelings for him and his little girl.

You watched with big eyes as he stood up and walked around the bed, you couldn't help but giggle a bit. He turned to shoot you a questioning glance. 

"You actually took your pants off today." 

Leon furrowed his eyebrows even more confused and looked down, in fact very naked, "Yeah?"

"You didn't last time," You laughed softly, sitting up, amused by the way his cheeks flushed a light shade of pink. 

"How would you know that? You were on your stomach, then on your back the whole night." He teased you back, making big eyes at you. 

"I heard your belt rattle the whole time.'" You rolled your eyes, now sitting on your knees at the edge of the bed to meet where he stood. He narrowed his eyes at you as he leaned down to meet your lips. 

"Guess I was that eager to fuck your brains out." He grinned, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before he nudged to his bathroom. "Clean you up, then maybe, stay the night?" 

"Really? You scrunched up your face at him, eyes slightly widening at the idea of being in his bedroom while Izzy was down the hall. But you had to admit you couldn't say no to this man. "I mean, that'd be nice but—"

"Hey, don't worry. She doesn't have to know you're here if that's what's on your mind. We'll get there when we have to." 

We'll get there when we have to. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You weren't sure exactly when morning came. Leon had closed the blinds before getting into bed with you last night. Tiredly so, after he decided taking you one last time would be ideal. You had decided to spend the night with him. What was the worst that could happen, right? 

An embracing warmth surrounded your body, and it wasn't exactly the thick soft duvets that covered you. When sleep slowly slipped from you, your eyes fluttered open to find Leon. Your face was snuggled deep into his chest as his arms were wrapped around you, holding you close, keeping you warm. The bourbon and vanilla lingered on his skin and took you in like the sweetest of greetings. You smiled softly, snuggling further into him. Leon had been awake for a little while. But he refused to get up so as not to wake you, he simply held you, his fingers resting on your scalp soothingly. Only when he felt you stir awake did he move. 

"Morning, pretty." His low raspy voice filled your ears and you felt a pair of cold lips on your forehead. You hummed softly, lifting your head to find him already looking at you with those eyes. 

"Morning, handsome." You pressed a soft kiss to his collarbone as you laid your head on his chest. 

"You sleep okay?" You heard him mumble above you. You nodded.

"Slept nice and warm." You smiled, running your fingers over the prominent patch of hair on his chest. 

"I'm good at something after all." He snorted. 

You were about to respond with one of your witty comments when you heard a few rapid but soft knocks on the door. The doorknob turned a couple of times with no result since it was locked. You and Leon jumped into a sitting position at the sound. Leon in particular had a 'oh uh' look on his face. 

"Daddyyyyyy! Why is your door locked?" You heard Isabella on the other side of the door. 

You looked at Leon who was frantically looking on the nightstand for his phone. 

"Fuck. Goddammit." You heard him curse under his breath as he harshly stood up, shuffling around the nightstand. 

When the fuck did he leave his gun out last night? He groaned to himself. Walking across the room with his handgun in one hand and his phone in the other. Which you clearly didn't miss. 

"Leon, why do you have a gun right now?" You asked, anxiously holding the covers up to your chest, suddenly feeling self-conscious and embarrassed. 

"Government issue. Forgot to put it in my safe last night." He answered over his shoulder as he went into his walk-in closet, he came out a minute later. "I'm sorry sweetheart, I completely forgot she had to get up early today. Let me get her in the shower then I'll be back, okay?" 

You pursed your lips softly, a bit disappointed you wouldn't be able to spend the morning with him. But it was understandable, his daughter was first, and it certainly wasn't time to introduce, well whatever the two of you were. He leaned down to capture your lips into an apologetic kiss. 

"'S okay. Go, take care of Izzy, I'll be here." 

He shot you a smile and nodded. He found his pants from the night prior and slipped on a random sweatshirt he found sitting on his dresser. He shot you a wink before he slipped out the door, closing it behind him. 

"Daddy." 

Leon was met with a very grumpy and frowny little girl as soon as he closed his bedroom door. His eyes widened at the sight of her with her arms crossed. 

"Yes, bee?" Play dumb. Why not? 

"Why was your door locked?" She repeated her question from earlier, sapphire eyes intensely staring him down. Like he was a suspect that needed intimidation and she was the agent doing the intimidating.

"'Cause I'm an adult and I can lock my door. What did I tell you about minding your business?" He gave her a look, but he wasn't being serious, not really. Her face didn't otherwise change, though. 

"I'm going to be late, daddy." 

"No, you're not. Isn't your ballet lesson at 9:00 a.m? It's 7:00 a.m." Leon rolled his eyes at his little girl and picked her up. She, of course, didn't protest at all. 

"Well, yeah, but I want breakfast." She rebutted. Leon couldn't help but chuckle at her. 

He took her to her bedroom, setting her on her bed before he walked to her closet. 

"Yeah, well, you're taking a shower first, bee, you stink." He snorted when she very loudly disagreed, that she did not, in fact, stink. 

"I do not! You do!" 

"I showered last night. I can't stink. Your nose doesn't work." He kept annoying her until he found her ballet clothes. He walked back to her bed, handing her the folded clothes. "Go on, go shower. Just don't get your hair wet, remember I have to put it up, okay?" 

"Okay daddy." Izzy happily took her clothes and skipped out of her bedroom, but not before popping her head back in to say, "Can I have waffles for breakfast please? With lots of syrup and bacon?" 

Leon looked at Izzy with soft eyes, his heart warming ever so slightly at his little girl, and he nodded. 

"Of course, Izzy. Whatever you want." He waved her away and she happily skipped, going on about her daddy being the best daddy in the world. He couldn't help but laugh to himself and at the wonderful daughter life decided to give him. 

When Leon returned to his bedroom he watched you hurry back to his bed like a child that just got caught doing something you weren't supposed to. He raised an amused eyebrow at you when you slightly bounced on his bed, eyes big as you tried to hide the smile on your lips. 

"You're so nosy." He chuckled, rolling his eyes at you. 

"What? I wasn't doing anything.." You bit your lip softly, holding back a giggle. "Just that your little girl has you wrapped around her finger."

If he had rolled his eyes any harder, they would have gotten stuck there. But the tiny curve on his lips told you he was more than happy about it. He shrugged as he stood in front of you, leaning down to your eye level. 

"She's not the only one." He grinned softly at the confused look you gave him. "I know it's soon but I can't stop thinking about you. You're sweet, absolutely gorgeous and you're kind to my little girl. So, maybe you'd like to try something with me?" 

"If you wanted to ask me on another date you could just say so, you know my answer." There was a playful smile on your lips as he leaned down to kiss you. 

"After I drop Izzy off at ballet? We could grab brunch, and, I don't know, let's do something you like. How does that sound, Miss?" 

Christ, you felt so stupid, so naive, like this could go all kinds of wrong but, what's the worst that could happen? 

Leon blinked slowly, his eyes now starting to grow sore from staring at the bright computer screen for so long. But he just hadn't had time to finish this stupid report. Sure, he has had two whole days to get it done, but with a tiny human clinging to his arm every waking minute, it was a bit more complicated than he thought. But he couldn't possibly ignore his little girl when he barely had the time to be with her without having to worry about stopping some mad scientist with too much time in their hands. He didn't mind though. His little girl was more important than anything else. 

Still, he took advantage of the little window of time he had now. He had given Isabella dinner a little over an hour ago. Then left her in the dining room to finish her homework. She had always been a smart girl, responsible with her homework, she never fussed when he asked her to do it, so it didn't worry him in the slightest to leave her to do her own thing. She tended to get distracted when he was around anyway. 

Though, maybe an hour had gone by when he heard tiny feet pad bare through the wood floors and he saw a mess of chocolate brown strands sticking from its bun peek above his computer screen. He slowly lowered the screen until it was almost shut and he was met with a pair of sapphire eyes that were a replica of his own. He raised an eyebrow at her. 

"Daddy." She took a step closer to him, her eyes big like she wanted to ask him something. 

Leon sat up fully, setting his laptop aside and nodded at her, giving her his full attention now. "What's up bee?" 

"Can I.. uhm.. I can play with your switch now?" She asked, dark lashes batting as she fiddled with her hands. As if she had to give him puppy dog eyes for him to say yes. He kept his face serious though. 

"You wanna play on my switch?" She nodded. He ran his fingers over his light stubble as if he was thinking real hard, he pursed his lips in thought. "I dunno hun, did you finish your homework?" 

"How did you know I had homework?" She asked with an adorable frown on her face, it took Leon all of his willpower not to break then. 

"Well I do now." He slipped a smile and she pouted. He couldn't help but chuckle at his little girl. He took her in his arms and sat her on his lap. "Well I knew before. Wanna know how?" 

Her head perked up. "How?" 

Leon leaned into her ear with a smile, "'Cause dads know everything about their little girls." He pressed a kiss to the side of her hair and set her back on her feet. "But yeah, Miss Pretty Teacher told me." 

"That's cheating!" She whipped her head around with a gasp and glared at him. He again couldn't hide his laugh. 

"Yeah alright, you caught me," he raised his hands up at her in surrender. "You can play on the switch for a bit. Do you remember how to turn it on?" 

Izzy proudly nodded and skipped over to the large TV hooked up to the living room. The TV had been on, nothing playing, but just on, since Leon had intended to play some white noise in the background but never actually loaded up anything. He switched to the right input as he watched Izzy turn on the Switch. It took her a second to remember how, but she was happily skipping back to the couch with the controllers as the loading screen came up before Leon could get up to help. He shook his head to himself, but he puffed out a breath when Izzy jumped on his lap, rather hard, the little girl giggling when he groaned. 

"Jesus Christ, when did you get so big?" He chuckled, fixing her on his lap so she wouldn't fall and watched as she scrolled through the games until she found Mario Kart. 

"I turned seven in October, remember?" She piped up, genuinely reminding him of such an important date, as if he would ever forget. He nodded. 

"I know, Izzy. I took you to Dave and Busters with Amara, remember?" 

"Oh. Yeah, you're right. That was fun. We should go again sometime! Please daddy?" She turned her head to look at him with this smile on her face and her big blue eyes. 

God, what did he ever do to deserve this kid? 

He pressed his lips to her forehead and nodded. 

"'Course. I'll talk to Amara's mom, okay?" 

He watched as Izzy excitedly nodded and cheered happily before she got lost in the game in front of her. He didn't mind her having screen time. It wasn't like she had an iPad glued to her face twenty-four-seven. He let her play once or twice a week, and maybe a third if he was feeling like playing with her. And she was more than happy to spend that time with her dad. 

Tonight he wasn't really feeling playing, so he watched her do her best. To her, she was the biggest winner there ever was, throwing turtle shells and bombs at practically nothing and hitting the wall with every curve, but she had fun with it, so he let her be, cheering her on whenever she finished a race, even if it was in ninth or eighth place. 

Maybe thirty minutes had passed when he felt his phone buzz beside him. He took his eyes away from the colorful screen to look at his phone. It lit up with a text, and his smile grew wide at the name. 

My pretty teacher. 

He grabbed his phone and quickly opened the conversation. You had been texting back and forth all day, for days now, after what he considered a perfect first date, but he just hadn't gotten around to match your schedule to plan another date. So you had resorted to texting and maybe calling once here and there. But God, he was really missing you right about now.

My pretty teacher: sorry, I went to dinner with my mom and sister. And I just got home. Hru? 

He bit his lip as he attempted to type into his phone one handed. 

Me: It's fine. I'm ok. With izzy. 

My pretty teacher: awww🥰 

Me: Can you call? I'm texting with one hand at the moment. 

You saw the message, and he could see the three text bubbles appear and disappear. Until they didn't come back. He mentally grimaced at himself, maybe the idea of talking to him while Isabella was there made you uncomfortable? Shit. He hadn't thought about that. Christ, he hadn't dated in so long he had forgotten that being a single dad wasn't exactly the biggest turn on. No matter how much one liked kids. 

His anxiety riddled brain stopped racing when he saw your contact name pop up on his screen as his phone started ringing. He grinned to himself. He glanced at Izzy— her full attention was still on her game, he shrugged and answered the call. He set his phone down, still having one ear bud in from when he was working on his laptop. 

"Hey Miss." He spoke first, his heart racing in his chest a bit. 

"Hi Leon." He could hear the smile in your voice. That shy smile he thought was the prettiest thing. 

"You busy?" He asked, still a bit worried he was interrupting you in the middle of something. Though the indistinct sound of TV playing in the background let him know that maybe you weren't that busy. 

"Not really. I got home a little bit ago so I was just about to run myself a bath." You answered, walking back and forth between your bedroom and the bathroom connected to it. "You?"

Leon tried his hardest not to think about your words too much. Not right now. 

"Nah. Just watching Izzy play on my switch. She's kicking ass in Mario Kart." He heard you blurt out a giggle, which made him chuckle, but what made him actually laugh was Izzy shooting him a frown over her shoulder. 

"Daddy, that's a no-no word." 

Leon snapped his head down at Izzy and he frowned, not sure if he heard her correctly, "What's that bee?" 

"I said that's a bad word."

"What is?" 

"Ass." 

Leon almost snorted at the way she said the word. With a frown and her lips pursed. He didn't care if she said bad words or not. He sure as hell said them all the time, but he encouraged her not to repeat what he said, in front of other people, at least. He narrowed his eyes at her. 

"So don't say it. I'm an adult. I can say them." When she kept looking at him, he placed a hand on top of her head and —gently— turned her head back towards the TV screen, despite her protest. "Keep playing your game, Isabella. Or you can't sit on my lap anymore." 

All Leon could hear was you attempting to muffle your laughter, but he could hear your giggles loud and clear. He only rolled his eyes, but he had a tiny smile of his own. 

"C'mon don't laugh, being a parent is hard. Are you the one teaching her this no-no bull— B.S?" He caught himself, closing his eyes when you laughed even more, now not even bothering to hide it. 

"I have to! I have a swear jar, I'm sorry. I gotta set an example." 

He actually laughed at this, remembering the mouth you had on you when he had you on his bed. 

"Yeah, well, you weren't so pure and innocent when you were screaming—" He caught himself again, his own eyes widening when he remembered Isabella was right there and he sighed out softly. "Give me an hour and I'll give you the answer you deserve, Miss." 

You stayed quiet for a second, not because he offended you, but because you needed a second to breathe and control the heat that flashed between your legs at his insinuation. You exhaled deeply before responding. 

"You're what again? Playing Switch with Izzy? 

Leon hummed in response. "She is. She's sitting on my lap so I'm being forced to watch." 

"I'm not forcing you!"

"On your game, Isabella. Stop listening to my conversation." 

"Does she have her own Switch or something?" You asked, now sitting on the edge of your bathtub as hot water poured from the faucet. 

"No. It's my Switch. But I leave it in the living room so she can play sometimes." He answered you with a shrug you obviously couldn't see. 

You chuckled softly, "How old are you again?" 

"Thirty-eight, but that's besides the point. I barely have time to use the thing. I mostly bought it for Izzy." He wasn't lying— entirely. He sometimes played, late at night by himself when he wanted to drown himself in a bottle of whiskey. He would choose to play a game to blow off steam instead of getting drunk with his little girl sleeping in the next room or passing out drunk at some shitty bar. 

"I'm very convinced by that." You snorted, making him sigh out at you.

"Hmph. Whatever. You wouldn't understand how cathartic throwing green turtle shells at tiny cars can be." 

"Oh I bet." 

"Daddy?" You heard Isabella's voice through the phone and your heart warmed.

Leon looked down at Izzy, "Yeah?" 

"Who are you talking to?" She asked with genuine curiosity, her very glorious race tournament now over and her attention was on him. 

He heard you go silent, most likely having heard the little girl and he sighed out, his eyes landing up on the ceiling for a second as he thought of his answer. 

"Just a friend, bee." He ultimately decided on that answer. It wasn't that he was ashamed of being with you, not at all, but Izzy was still young, and even he knew there had to be a proper introduction of you outside of your teacher role. He actually wanted to do this the right way.

"You fuck my brains out last week and I'm just a friend now?" He heard you comment in his ear and he groaned out. 

"C'mon, that's not fair." He leaned back into the couch, his forearm over his eyes now as he basically had two women all over him, pressing him with way too many questions for his liking. 

"I'm just giving you a hard time, Leon. I get it." There was humor in your voice, lightheartedness and even though he couldn't see you, he had a feeling you had that gentle smile on your lips. That eased the pressure on his chest. 

"Listen sweetheart, it's almost Izzy's bedtime," His eyes were on Izzy now, and with his eyes he was nudging at her to start wrapping up her game. She pouted, but didn't otherwise fuss. "Call you in an hour?" 

You both had this dumb, lovesick smile on your face, if only you could see the other.

"I'll be up."

The warm water, the foaming body wash and the intoxicating smell of your favorite candle had done wonders to relax you. When you left the bathtub you felt like a whole new person. Though there still this tug of butterflies in your stomach as you anxiously waited for Leon to call you. 

You sat on the edge of the tub, warm and fluffy robe wrapped around your naked body as you mindlessly scrolled through your social media for a little while before you decided to check out for the night. You nearly slipped right off the tile when your phone buzzed and you felt a cold shiver run down your spine. 

"Hey, sorry about, y’know, earlier. Izzy and I are like that." You smiled at the sound of Leon's voice, now a bit hushed but more relaxed and carefree, like he now could say whatever the fuck he wanted. 

"It's okay. It was cute, hearing how you talk to her. You're sweet." You smiled to yourself, and you could hear him breathe out a soft laugh, most likely a bit flustered by your words, but he otherwise didn't show it. "You put her to sleep though?" 

"Yeah, I stayed with her 'til she fell asleep. I'm in my bedroom now, about to take a shower." He said the words slowly, with purpose, like he wanted you to think about it like he had been thinking about you, taking that bath. "So, you take your bath yet?" 

"Yeah, it was nice. I definitely needed it. I could've used some company though." You bit your lip, testing his reaction. There was silence, then he hummed. 

"Yeah? That so?" Now it was your turn to hum in agreement, your legs instinctively closing as you tried to soothe the ache between your thighs. "I'm sure you could've. Would've been nice to have someone hold you, right? Have someone leave kisses on your wet skin, say how good you're doing while getting your pretty pussy fingered?" 

You couldn't hold back the moan that left your throat at his words, and your free hand instantly traveled down, stopping at your belly. 

"Oh, that's a sound I'll never get tired of hearing. Fuck, you're already moaning for me and I'm not even there to give you a reason." He exhaled out a chuckle, his hardening cock starting to press against his sweatpants. 

"Fuck, I really wish you were here." You sighed out, your hand itching closer towards your already wet cunt, but you knew it wasn't your touch you ached for. It was Leon's. 

"Yeah? Why's that?" 

You whined softly, your phone almost slipping off your grip as your head fell to the side. "Leon…" 

"Tell me." 

"Because… I really, really, need you to touch me, hold me, ugh— I just need you to fuck me, Leon." 

Leon clenched his fist as his side, teeth digging into his bottom lip as he listened to your desperate words, and the sound shot straight to his cock. Fuck, he'd be lying if he said he didn't need you, too. 

"Goddamn baby," He grunted softly, his hand now brushing the front of his sweats, where his cock strained against the material, and he tried to muffle the sound between his teeth, but you heard it anyway. "You have no fucking idea how much I've been wanting to ruin that pussy of yours again. It's actually driving me crazy." 

You shuddered, the ache between your legs starting to become unbearable. "I really want to see you too, baby." 

Leon closed his eyes, biting his lip raw as he thought fuck it. He could explain in the morning. 

"Fuck it, just fuck it. Wanna take the drive here? I swear I'll give you exactly what you need and it'll be so worth it." 

You'd like to think you were a rational person, you always thought things through twice, three times if necessary. You didn't take risks, much less acted in a way that could be considered immoral, but for Leon? Fuck, for that man you would become the biggest whore in this world if it meant he would take you just one more time. 

"Be there in thirty." 

Fuck it. 

Sneak peek of A Love Game Part II, coming soon

His lips were hard on your own, messy on your jaw, like he didn't know which part he wanted to kiss more. Your fingers were entangled in his perfectly soft honey brown strands, already melting under his touch. His hand came up under your jaw to grip your face in place, long fingers sprawled out over your neck. He pulled you back by your face and his eyes were hard on you, with this mixture of authority and utter need to fuck you. He could be both. 

"This is how this is gonna be. I'm going to throw you on that bed and fuck you the way you deserve. But I better not hear a single fucking sound leave those pretty lips of yours. Not tonight. Got it?"