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Incel Kenma breaking into his favorite streamers house🫶 first post on this account 😛
!!DARK CONTENT!!
Warnings: chubby fem reader, female anatomy, non-con, tit play, slight oral(f!receiving), unprotected sex (sheath your sword), panty gag, panty sniffing, creampie, restrains, i think that’s it?
This was the stupidest idea he’s ever had. Why was he even doing this? It goes against every ideal he has for himself. Going out of his way to leave his house, jump a fence, pick a lock—all for what? Some girl?
If only it was that simple. She’s not just ‘some girl’. From the moment Kenma came across her streams he was hooked. Maybe it was her cute set up—her pink kitty headphones, and her soft lighting. Or perhaps it was her content—although she wasn’t that good, it was still endearing to watch her try.
Who was he kidding? It’s much more perverted than that. It’s her soft spoken voice, the way she says his username with a soft “Thank you!” He’s always wondered what she’d sound like whining and whimpering as she’s fucked.
And her pink, chubby cheeks. Her smile defining the roundness. The amount of times he’s imagined stuffing her mouth with his cock and watching her cheeks puff up. Even thinking about it now has his cock aching in his pants.
But he wouldn’t have to imagine for much longer. Oh, no, he would have the real thing soon.
Picking the lock of her front door was easy. Nothing but a standard turn lock mechanism. He was in and heading towards her bedroom in seconds. He recognized the layout of her apartment by the many pictures she posted on her social media.
Right as you enter her kitchens to the left. She’s posted so many pictures of her making her morning coffee. Shes so cute when she’s sleepy.
In front is the living room. A small couch and chair occupy the space with a small cat tree in the corner by the TV. She loves posing pictures of her cat. Speaking of, he’s sitting right on the couch.
On his way towards the hallway he gives the cat a small pet. Almost reassuring the animal that everything’ll be okay. To just ignore the noises they’re about to hear.
Walking down the hallway the faint sound of a tv can be heard. Slowly cracking open the door the noise is coming from he finds her bedroom. There she is, all cozied up in bed ready for him.
She was curled up on her side. Hair messily thrown across the pillows. The blankets were halfway off the bed revealing her body. She wore only an oversized t-shirt to sleep, the fabric riding up as shes twists and turns on the bed. Her panties could be seen peaking out from her chubby thighs.
Kenma had to stop himself from moaning at the sight. His heart was in his throat. This is the craziest thing he’s ever done. And yet…it’s exhilarating.
He took a few steps towards the bed, carful not to make a sound. He slowly pulls the covers completely off her body. She shivers at the sudden cool air hitting her skin. Kenma bites him bottom lip—hard enough to draw blood—as he slowly reaches out to touch her skin.
His cock throbs in his sweats as his fingertips graze her thigh. She’s so warm and soft. He rests his hand flat on her thigh, his thumb gently rubbing her skin. He bites back a groan at the feeling. His cock drooling with precum as he slowly feels her up.
He guides her onto her back. Grabbing duct tape from his bag he—as quietly as he can—binds her wrists together. He pushes her shirt up, revealing her perky tits. His mouth waters at the sight.
He kneels on the foot of the bed leaning down towards her chest. He leaves a few pecks at the top of her breasts. His lips barely grazing the skin at first before becoming more firm and purposeful. His tongue peaks out to taste her mounds.
His muscle drags over the top of her breast. Slowly sliding down to her areola before flicking at her hardened nipple. Her breathing stutters for a moment before going back to its natural rhythm. Kenma checks to see if there’s any sign of her waking up, when the coast is clear he continues.
His tongue flicks at her nipple a few times before his lips wrap around the bud. His eyes flutter shut as he sucks at her tit. A small groan escaping him as his cock throbs against its confinements.
His hand comes up to squeeze and grope at her other breast. His thumb plays with her pert nipple; rubbing, pinching and pulling at it as he sucks on the other one. A small moan escapes her lips, she pushes her thighs together subconsciously.
Kenma pulls back from her tit, a line of saliva connecting his lips to her nipple. He checks her face, making sure she’s not waking up before continuing to violate her.
He kisses down her chubby tummy, his tongue darting out to taste more of her skin. One he reaches the waistband of her panties he presses his nose against her crotch and inhales deeply.
His mouth starts to salivate and his cocks so hard it hurts. He carefully pushes her thighs apart and pulls her panties down and off her body. He runs his middle and index finger through her folds. Already feeling the dampness start to form.
He leans down and kisses her clit a few times. His tongue flicking at it while his fingertips tease her entrance. He sucks on her nub while his fingers slowly push into her. His cock pulsing as he feels how warm she is.
The pads of his fingers prod at the gooey spot inside her. He pulls his head back to look at her face. Watching her eyebrows furrow as soft, breathy moans fall from her lips.
Once Kenma feels she’s wet enough he pushes his sweats and boxers down enough to free his cock. He lines his drooling tip up with her entrance and slowly pushes in. Biting back whimpers as her tight, wet heat engulfs him.
After he’s fully bottomed out he take a slow, experimental thrust. Watching her face to see how she reacts. ‘She’s such a heavy sleeper..’ he thinks to himself.
He thrusts into her wet heat again. This time a bit more forceful. He watches her body jolt at the movement, almost hypnotized by the way her tits bounce and her tummy jiggles. He starts to move at a slow pace. Pulling almost all the way out before burying himself back into her tight pussy.
Soft groans and whimpers leave his lips. His head tilting back as his eyes flutter shut. He starts to go faster, getting lost in the pleasure. Unbeknownst to him, she begins to wake up.
Her eyes flutter open slowly, her mind hazy as she tries to process what’s happening. When the realization hits she starts to scream in horror. Kenma quickly grabs her discarded panties, balls it up, and shoves them in her mouth.
He holds his hand over her mouth, keeping them there while making sure to keep her nose uncovered. He doesn’t want to kill her, just rape her. His hips stutter before speeding up once more. His noises getting louder as he starts to speak.
“F-Fuck—don’t scream. Shhh—mmph!—j-just let it h-happen.” He babbles out between groans and whimpers. Her eyes well up with tears as she bites down on her panties. Her sobs muffled by the fabric and his hand.
“Cmon, d-don’t c-cry. It—shit—feels g-good, right? I-I—mmph!—i-i’ll make you cum, p-promise!” He moves one hand to rub quick, tight circles on her clit. She lets out a muffled sob along side uncontrollable moans and whines.
She weakly thrashes under him but he pins her legs down. Thankful that he finally took up Kuroos offer to go to the gym together. He pistons his hips into her. Leaning down to suck on her tits as one hand covers her mouth and the other holds her hips down.
She whimpers and sobs against his hand, tears streaming down her cheeks. His cock twitches inside her, his balls tightening as he gets close to his peak. His thrusts turns sloppy and his whimpers increase in both volume and frequency.
His hand moves back to rub her clit. Letting out a choked gasp as he feels her walls clench tightly around his length. He hunches over, babbling mindlessly. “Fuuuuck—I’m gonna cum. P-Please, let me cum inside you. I-It’ll feel good, I-I swear!”
She sobs against his hand as she feels his hot seed flood her pussy. His cum leaking out around his cock. Kenma pants for a few moments as the lust finally stops clouding his mind. Realizing what he’s done he begins to panic.
He pulls out, watching as his cum pours out of her quivering hole. He tucks him self back in his pants and grabs his things. Quickly running to her door and leaving her there, tied up and leaking with cum.
the last thing the leon fandom needs is yet another re9 leon with a barely legal reader. can you people not do something more original and fitting to canon?
…anyways
Dads bsf Re9!Leon x barely legal reader :p I missed writing pure filth :3
Warning: this could be considered dark content so please acknowledge the warnings and read at your own risk.
Warnings: female reader, kinda implied chubby reader, literally takes place the day of readers 18th birthday, reader is a virgin but is lowk a pervert, kinda fauxcest(?), reader is a spoiled brat, semi public sex, panty gag, pussy slapping, spanking, hand/finger riding, kinda orgasm denial, finger sucking, nipple play, unprotected p in v, riding, Leon’s a meanie, kinda brat tamer!leon, pet names such as baby, sweetheart, good girl, princess, dirty girl, daddy/sir kink, slight degradation, lowk humiliation kink, condescending praise, squirting, creampie, lots of teasing, cock warming, uhhh I think that’s it?
As you blow out the candles it all starts to feel real. Your friends and immediate family all cheer and clap as you smile bashfully. You’re eighteen now, an adult. Well, you’re legal. You can pay taxes and fuck whoever you’d like. That’s the only real plus—and although taxes aren’t that fun—sex is.
You’ve always had a thing for older men. Boys your age just didn’t hit right. Maybe it was because your dad always brought around his old military pals. After all, what’s better than a man in uniform?
Although one specific man always had your attention..
Leon.
He was your dad’s best friend. They were thick as thieves. Served together under some guy named Krauser. Whatever their history was it didn’t matter—you were just happy they met.
Leon came around all the time. Well, as often as he could. He’d stop by in between deployments, crash on the couch for a week or two and disappear on another mission. You felt bad for him. The poor man barely had any time to rest.
In the 18 years you’ve known him you’ve never seen him actually relax. Even when he stayed at your house for weeks a time his shoulders were still tense as he slept on your couch. When you were still little, maybe 5 or 6, you asked him why he spent more time at your house than his own.
“It’s quiet at my house. Sometimes the silence gets too loud.”
“Don’t you have a wife?”
“No, sweetheart. I’m not married.”
Leon breathily chuckled, ruffling your hair and lifting you up into his lap. A place you always loved being ever since you were born. “You don’t need to worry about that stuff. I just like it better here. I get to hang out with my favorite girl.” He softly cooed.
Although it didn’t mean much to you then—it all started to settle once you turned 13. Your body began to chase, and so did your mind. Instead of being ‘nice uncle Leon who bring you gifts every time he visited’, it was ‘sexy uncle Leon who you desperately wish would put you in a headlock and pound you from behind’—
Okay, we’re getting a little carried away. The point is you develop a crush on your uncle, Leon. It sounds so bad when you put it that way. I mean, you’re not really related. So, it doesn’t matter, right?
It doesn’t matter that he was the first to know after you were born. It doesn’t matter that he’s probably changed your diapers. It doesn’t matter that he’s watched you grow from an innocent baby to a grown adult woman.
All that matters is that you’re an adult now. You can legally consent. And oh boy, did you want this more than anything.
“All right! Time for presents!” Your father excitedly says. Everyone gathers in the living room, huddled on the couch and on the floor. When you walk in you realize there are no seats left, and you’re so not sitting on the floor.
So, what do you do? You walk right over to where Leon’s sitting and plop down in his lap. “Okay, I’m ready!” You smile innocently, as if this were a normal occurrence. And honestly? It was.
Leon always had the habit of spoiling you. Whether it be carrying you around because you complained about your feet hurting, or handing you his wallet without a second thought. Leon let you get away with anything. You were his ‘favorite girl’ after all.
Leon only sighs amusedly as you situate yourself in his lap. One hand resting on your thigh as he propped his chin up with the other. Watching you open gifts with a small, content smile. He loves watching your pretty face light up at each and every present you open.
You stay in his lap for the entire of gift opening, and you stay there as the cake gets sliced. You stay there even as people begin to leave. “Don’t you wanna hug your friends goodbye?” He asks, his lips right by your ear. “They’ll be fine.” You simply reply, watching as another person waves goodbye.
Leon lets out a small huff, smirking lightly. His hand gently squeezes your thigh as he speaks again. “Well, was it everything you hoped for? Did you get everything you wanted?” He asks, his other arm now sliding to wrap around your waist. “Almost everything.”
The words slip out before you can stop them. Biting your lower lip you keep quiet and hope he won’t question it further. “What else do you want? It’s your 18th, you should have everything your heart desires.” Your body tenses as his hand begins to rub your thigh. You could feel your core heating up just at the simple touch.
“It’s nothing..” You brush it off, which immediately sent off alarms in Leon’s mind. You were never shy about asking for things that you want. Hell, you went out of your way to ask for money and gifts whenever Leon was in town. Mainly because you knew he would get it for you.
“Cmon, princess. Tell me.” The name alone makes you bite back a moan. God, how could one man make you so wet so easily. “It’s embarrassing..” You whine, squirming under his touch as his hand slides under your shirt to rest on your tummy.
You watch out of the corner of your eyes as your parents head up for the night. Leaving you and Leon alone in the living room. “You really think I’m gonna judge you? Cmon, sweetheart. Be honest with me.” You bite your lower lip nervously. Mentally weighing out the pros and cons.
Pros:
-he doesn’t think you’re disgusting
-you get to fuck the hot old man you’ve had a crush on since you were 13
Cons:
-he does think you’re disgusting
-he tells your parents
-he stops coming around
The answer seems obvious. The cons out weigh the pros. However, you weren’t thinking with your brain right now. You were thinking with your cunt, and right now? She seemed to be the gambling type.
“I want..” you trail off. Your hands sliding to covers his on your thigh and tummy as you experimentally grind your ass against his groin. “..you.” The words are barely audible but Leon hears them loud and clear.
His hand on your thigh tightens as you roll your hips. Gritting his teeth as he inhales sharply. “You want what..?” He asks, the only visible crack in composure being the shaky exhale that follows. “I want you, Leon. Been wanting you for a long time..”
“Sweetheart, I don’t think you’re thinking straight.” He begins, his hands shaking slightly as they move to your hips. Not slowing or stopping your movements, simply resting there. “You just turned 18—fuck—it’s not even midnight yet.” He groans as you speed up your movements.
“Don’t care. I’m an adult, I can make my own decisions.” You breathily moan, feeling him grow hard beneath you. Leon’s head falls back against the chairs headrest. His hands tightening their hold. “Baby, listen to me. This isn’t right.” He grits out.
“What’s so wrong about it, Lee? Don’t you want me? Am I not good enough for you..?” You pout. Your head tilts back against his shoulder. Looking up at him with teary doe eyes—pulling every stunt imaginable to sway his decision.
Leon lets out a frustrated growl. Clearly worked up by both your words and the way your ass rubs against his cock. “Don’t pull that shit. You’re beautiful and you know it.” He firmly states. “The problem is that I’m an old man and you’re barely legal.”
“Well, it’s a top porn category for a reason. There’s nothing wrong with it.” You insist, feeling your core burn hot with need. Leon lets out a huff, almost amused at your words. “Fuck, you’re so headstrong.” He groans.
“Don’t you love that about me?” You tease. Leon’s hands tighten on your hips once more. Now starting to subtly guide your movements. “One of the many things I do.” He says through gritted teeth.
“Look,” he looks down at you, “if we’re going to do this we need to set some ground rules.” He firmly states. You nod at his words. Still looking up at him with those wide, faux innocent eyes.
“Rule number one: This is a one time thing.”
“Rule number two: We don’t tell anyone.”
“Rule number three: You have to have a safe word.”
“Do I make myself clear?” He says, one of his hands sliding up your body to grip your jaw—making you nod your head ‘yes’. His eyes narrow as he looks down at you. “Yes, sir..” You obediently agree.
“Good girl. Now, what’s your safe word.” You bite your lower lip, thinking for a moment. Your head a bit fuzzy from the dizzying sensation of his cock pressing against your ass. “Cmon, baby. Use your words.” Leon insists. Tilting your head further up so he can get a good look at you.
“Uhm..purple?” You shakily answer. Your nails digging into the armrests of the chair as you try to distract yourself long enough to think straight. “Will you be able to remember that?” Leon asks, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip.
“Yes, i promise.” You nod, looking at him almost pleadingly—like you were silently begging for him to hurry up and touch you. Leon exhales through his nose before giving one firm nod, finally agreeing. “Alright, baby. Be a good girl and open your mouth.” He commands.
You do as your told, parting your lips for him. He slides two fingers into your mouth. Immediately your lips close around them as your tongue slides across them. Sucking and licking at his fingers as you feel his hand on your hip slide lower. “Spread your legs, sweetheart.”
You whine around his fingers. Spreading your thighs and resting them on either side of his to keep yourself spread open for him. Leon’s hand drifts down to your thighs. Rubbing the inner meat before flipping up your skirt. A small gasp leaves your lips at the action.
He looks down at your panty clad cunt. Letting out a huff of laughter as he sees your cute pink lace panties, a bow adorning the center of the waistband. “Wow. Those are absolutely adorable.” His words make you squirm from embarrassment, another whine muffled around his fingers.
“Aww, don’t be embarrassed, sweetheart. I think they’re cute.” He coos condescendingly, his hand moving to cup your mound. The feeling of his warm palm against your clothed cunt automatically makes your hips grind down. Greedily seeking more of his touch, but Leon doesn’t like that.
He lands a sharp smack right on your pussy, tutting disappointedly. The sudden sting makes you whimper, your clit throbbing despite his harsh treatment. “Now now, baby. You gotta be patient or you won’t get anything. Do I make myself clear?” Leon pulls his fingers out of your mouth only to grip your jaw and make you look back at him. “Y-Yes, sir..” You mewl.
“Good girl.” He smirks, patting your cheek. “Now, stay quiet for me. Wouldn’t want your parents to come down and see how desperate their little girl is for an old man.” Leon mocks, pulling your panties to the side. He uses the two fingers you were previously sucking on to slowly rub your clit. Feeling the little nub twitch under his touch.
Your hand grip the arms of the chair, your nails digging into the pleather. Although it’s the tiniest of touches just knowing it was Leon touching you made everything so much more intense. Your pussy gushes out a wave of slick. The sticky substance drips down onto the chair.
“Look at you, dirty girl. Making a mess everywhere.” Leon’s hand speeds up just a bit, almost imperceptibly so. Just enough to feel your hole clench around nothing, begging to be filled. “L-Leon, please..” You whine, looking up at him with teary eyes. “‘Please’ what, sweetheart? You gotta ask properly if you want something.”
You whine in frustration at his words, trying to grind up against his fingers but Leon quickly puts a stop to it. One hand grips your thigh while the other lands another sharp smack to your pussy, now on bare skin. It makes you gasp, another wave of arousal flowing through you. “No. Use your words.” He firmly says, his hand gripping your thigh so hard it might bruise.
“N-Need you to fuck me..” You mewl, letting your head fall back against his shoulder so you can bury your face in his neck. “Yknow, baby, i think you’re a little bit of a spoiled brat.” He suddenly says, pulling his hand away from your cunt. He grips your jaw to make you look at him.
“You’re so used to getting everything you want that you’ve seemed to forget your manners.” He begins, his thumb rubbing your bottom lip. “Now, I know your parents raised a good little girl and you know how say ‘Please’ and ‘Thank You’ but, i think you need to work for want you want for once in your life.”
He removes both his hands from your body, making you whine helplessly. “Turn and face me.” He commands, waiting for you to comply. You do as your told, standing up only to turn and straddle his lap so you’re facing him. “Good. Now, raise your hips.” Once more you obey his orders, going up on your knees.
Leon pulls your panties to the side once more. His hand moves down to gather your juices on his middle and ring finger before pushing them into your hole. The sudden breach of that tight ring of muscles makes you gasp. Your hands moving to clutch his shoulders almost desperately.
“Now, listen carefully.” Leon angles his hand so his palm presses flush against your clit. “I want you to ride my fingers to get yourself off. I’m not going to fuck you until you make yourself cum. Understand?” His authoritative tone makes your head spin. You can’t help but nod, wanting to please him in anyway possible.
“Yes, sir..” You shakily exhale. You adjust yourself of your knees and slowly rolls your hips forward. Your clit brushes up against his palm as the pads of his fingers brush against that gummy spot inside of you. The feeling makes you gasp, your grip on his shoulders tightening ever so slightly.
Setting a steady pace you continue to roll your hips against his palm. Biting down on your lower lip to muffle your moans. Leon watches as your eyebrows furrow and your eyes grow hazy as lust takes over. His expression smug when he purposefully curls his fingers inside of you.
His other hand slowly slides up your body. Starting at your thigh before moving up to your hip. Making sure to appreciatively squeeze the skin to watch the fat peek through the gaps of his fingers. He then slides his hand up your waist, across your tummy, all the way up to your breasts.
He bunches up the bottom of your shirt and holds it up towards your lips, giving a single command, “Bite.” Once you do as you’re told he tugs down the cups of your bra to let your tits spill free. By this point Leon’s pupils are dilated and filled with lust. His thumb teases your nipple before fully cupping your breast and giving it a hard squeeze.
The action makes you mewl around the fabric in your mouth. Your hips speeding up trying desperately to chase the high you’re craving so badly. Leon takes turns teasing and squeezing your breasts. Going from groping them roughly to twisting and pinching your nipples.
You continue to ride his fingers, feeling pathetic under his intense gaze. Leon notices everything. The way your breath hitches when he plays with your tits. The way your hips stutter when he curls his fingers. The way your eyes threaten to roll back when your clit grinds against his palm just right.
“There we go, sweetheart. You’re doing so good for me.” He condescendingly coos. Smirking at your muffled whines and whimpers. You try to speak but it’s garbled by the fabric in between your teeth. “What was that, baby?” He asks as he pulls your shirt out of your mouth.
“I-I’m close..” You sniffle. Fat tears welling in your eyes from the pleasure. His hands were so big, much bigger than your own. His fingers were thick and his palms calloused. The sensation of his hands on your body was enough to push you towards that euphoric high.
“Yeah? You gonna cum? I’m not sure if you deserve it..” Leon says his eyes narrowing. You plead for mercy I between hiccuped moans. “Please! I-I’ll be so good! I won’t be a brat anymore. Please, daddy—” “What did you call me?” Leon’s eyes widen a fraction at the title you mewled.
You blink a few times, as if processing what you said during your lust filled babbles. “I-I..” Your hips begin to stop but Leon’s having none of that. His hand cracks down on your thigh. “I didn’t say you could stop.” He firmly says, his hand rubbing the spot he slapped.
“Now, what did you call me?” His expressions smug as he watches your face flush in embarrassment. Your eyes refusing to meet his. Leon’s hand comes up to grip your chin, making you look at him. “I’m waiting, sweetheart.” You let out a soft whine of frustration, pouting at him.
“I-I called you ‘daddy’..” you flusteredly mumble. Leon’s smirk widens, his sharp canines glinting in the glow of the moonlight. “Yeah? Is that what you want? You want me to be your daddy?” He mockingly coos. He makes you nod your head ‘yes’ by his grip on your jaw causing you to whine.
“Yknow, just for that? I think I’ll let you cum. Go ahead, sweetheart. You have my permission.” He purrs. Your eyes flutter shut as you desperately rut against his palm. Moaning and mewling as you get closer and closer to reaching your peak. Only when Leon curls his fingers just so do you finally tip over the edge.
You babble pitifully as your orgasm hits. A mixture of ‘Th-Thank you, daddy’ and ‘feels so good’ tumbling from your lips. Leon bites back a groan at the way your thighs quiver around his hand. Your eyes squeezing shut as a blissful expression forms on your face.
You slump against Leon’s chest, panting into the crook of his neck. He carefully removes his fingers out of your sloppy hole. Bringing them up to his lips to lick them clean, moaning at the taste of you. “Fuck, baby. You’re as sweet as candy.” He teases, pushing his fingers past your lips. “See? Taste.”
You moan around his fingers, a mix of your slick and his saliva coating your tongue. Your eyes flutter shut as you suck on his digits once more. Lapping at the juices coating his fingers. Leon watches with a smug expression, enjoying how easily you melt for him.
“I’m gonna have to get myself a taste—but, that can wait for another day.” He pulls his fingers out from between your lips, watching as a string of saliva connects his digits to your tongue. He then reaches down and unbuckles his belt. The clinking sounds of metal and the smooth slide of leather fill the room.
He pulls his pants and boxers down just enough to let his cock spring free. Your mouth waters at the sight of it, so thick with the tip glistening with pre cum. Your hole clenches around nothing, your pussy greedy and begging to be filled. You elicit a pitiful whine from your lips.
“I know, I know, princess. It’s a lot, but you can take it, can’t you? You’re a big girl now, after all.” He condescendingly coos, patting your cheek. His teasing only makes you wetter. “Cmon now, baby. Hop to it.” He leans back in the chair. Gesturing casually for you to work for what you want.
You nod shakily, fully removing your skirt and panties, lifting your hips and positioning yourself above the thick head of his cock. Once the tip breaches past your tight ring of muscles a sudden burning sensation shoots through your body. A sharp whimper leaves your lips. Your hands gripping his shoulders like a life line.
“Shhh, it’s alright, sweetheart. You can take it. I know you can.” He coos. His hands move to your hips, gently caressing the thick curves. You slowly sink down inch by inch, tears welling in your eyes from the overwhelming stretch. “Fuck, baby. You’re so tight. Has anyone ever fucked this pretty little pussy before?”
You nod your head ‘no’, sniffling softly. You’d had boyfriends in the past but never let them go that far. You were saving yourself, waiting for the day you could be with Leon. He groans at your confession, his grip on your hips tightening.
“My god, sweetheart. You can’t just tell an old man that, you’ll give me a heart attack.” He teases. One hand coming up to mockingly pinch your cheek, causing you to whine. You gasp as you feel his cock breach past your hymen. Whimpering at the sudden sensation shooting through you.
Leon’s hands run down your body. Rubbing your waist and hips soothingly as tears roll down your cheeks. “Aww, cmon, baby. I know it hurts but you can take it. Don’t you wanna make me proud?” He mockingly pouts. Leon’s hands make their way down to your thighs, squeezing the meat.
You sit there for a couple moments, Leon’s cock fully sheathed inside you. He gives you time to adjust, deciding to give you a little bit of mercy. Once the burn starts to dull into a needy ache you experimentally roll your hips. Leon’s blunt nails dig into your thighs as your pussy clenches around him.
“Shit, cmon, baby. Bounce on it.” He grunts, his hand patting your ass in a ‘giddy up’ motion. You shift on your knees, beginning to raise and lower your hips on his cock. Feeling his thick length sliding against your gummy walls. The feeling is intoxicating, the sensation of being so full makes your head spin.
“F-Fuck, daddy.. feels so good.” You whine. Your hands slide from his shoulders down to his arms. You squeeze his biceps appreciatively, biting your lower lip at the feeling of his bulky muscles under your palms. “Yeah, baby? You like having daddy stretch out your tight little pussy? Hmm?” He mockingly coos.
You moan at his words, nodding frantically as you bounce on his cock. “Yes! I love it!” You wail. Your nail leave crescent shaped indents in his skin as the pleasure overwhelms you. “God, baby. You’re squeezing me like a vice.” Leon grunts. His hands gripping your ass to guide your movements.
Your writhe on his cock. The pleasure causing a tingling sensation to form in your lower belly. You fall forward against Leon’s chest, slumping in his hold. Your arms wrap around his neck as you bury your face in his shoulder. “I-It’s too much! I can’t!” You weep.
Leon tuts disappointedly, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Well, then I guess you’re gonna have to just sit here and take it.” He sighs condescendingly. Leon plants his feet flat on the ground and thrusts up into you. The sudden feeling of his tip kissing your cervix causes you to yelp.
Leon pulls back enough to shove your panties into your mouth, making you bite down on them. “Stay quiet, baby.” Leon scolds, “Wouldn’t want mommy and daddy to see how much of a slut you are for me, now would you?” You whine pitifully. Leon only laughs, amused at the pathetic sight of you.
Your face flushed and your eyes wide. Drool dripping from the corner of your mouth from your panties being shoved between your teeth. Your chest heaving, body glistening from the sweat and your thighs trembling. Leon thinks he could get addicted to seeing you like this.
Leon sets a mean pace from the start. Thrusting up into your quivering pussy fast and roughly. His hands sliding to your waist to hold you down. The sounds of skin slapping mix with Leon’s grunts and growls and your muffled moans. The sounds obscenely loud in the quiet room.
“Cmon, Princess. You can take it.” He groans right in your ear. “Do it for me, yeah?” The feeling of his thick cock sliding in and out of you at such a fast pace makes your eyes roll back. His tip kissing your cervix every time he’s fully sheathed inside you. His shaft rubbing against your gummy walls.
You babble helplessly, all your moans muffled by the panties in your mouth. You could feel that familiar knot forming in your lower belly. However, now it was accompanied by another feeling. Something more intense, like a rope pulled taunt that’s ready to snap.
You try to voice your concern but it’s all inaudible. Leon only chuckles at your cries, finding your attempts at protest adorable. “Aww, it’s alright, princess. I know, you’re close aren’t you?” He purrs, squeezing your meaty hips. “It’s okay, I’ll allow it. You can cum.”
Your thighs begin to shake as pleasure overwhelms you. Your vision whites out as pure ecstasy floods your nerves. Leaving you a panting, mewling mess. Leon growls as he feels you clamp down around him. Your orgasm hitting you like a ton of bricks.
Leon continues to pound into you, his pace never faltering. Even after you’ve came there’s still an impending feeling of release upon you. You try to warn Leon but it all comes out muffled. You squeal around the panties in your mouth as liquid comes gushing out of your pussy. Soaking yours and Leon’s laps.
Leon groans at the sight and feeling of your juices splashing around his cock. He quickly pulls out and replaces his cock with two thick digits. His palm repeatedly bumping against your clit as he moves his hand in an up and down motion. It sends a hot white shockwave zapping through your system.
Your eyes roll back as your body convulses from the overwhelming sensation. Drooling around the panties shoved between your teeth. Leon’s pupils are dilated, so enamored with the sight of you so wrecked. You’re an absolute mess in his arms and he couldn’t be more pleased.
“Good girl. You did such a good job for me, baby. You look beautiful like this.” Leon coos. Leon pulls his hand back to cup your cheek, your juices smearing across your skin. Your eyes are hazy and your head is spinning as Leon tilts your head to look at him. “I’m so proud of you. Such a big girl.”
You nod dazedly, smiling weakly as your body slumps against his chest. Leon wraps one arm around your waist while the other hand comes up to cup the back of your head. He gently runs his fingers through your sweat slicked hair. Pressing soft kisses to your temple, trying to soothe your overworked body.
“You tired, baby? Hmm?” Leon softly whispers in your ear. He strokes your back as he nuzzles in nose into your hair. You weakly nod against his shoulder, a barely audible hum leaving your lips. “Do you think you can take a little more? Just enough for me to pump that cute little belly full of cum?”
You whine at the thought of Leon cumming inside you. The feeling of his sticky seed flooding your womb makes your mouth water. You nod once more, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. “Yeah? You want me to cum inside your pretty pussy?” He mockingly coos.
Your arms tighten around Leon’s neck. Whining against his skin as you press little kisses across his throat up to his jaw. Your nose nuzzles against his stubble as his hands slide down to rest on your meaty hips. “Please..” You softly sniffle.
Leon chuckles softly, pleased by how desperate you are to please him. “I’ve trained you well, huh? I suppose this makes up for all the times you’ve drained my wallet.” He retorts, playfully swatting your ass causing you to pout. He rubs your waist gently as he shifts his position. Preparing to pound into you once more.
He adjusts you in his arms and continues to thrust up into you. Immediately causing your poor, overworked pussy to clench down around him. Leon groans softly, one hand moving to cup the back of your head to keep your face pressed in his neck. “I know, baby, I know. You can take it, I know you can.”
You whine and whimper against his skin, your arms tightening around Leon’s neck as you sit there and take it. Your body so sore and tired, exhaustion leaving you pliable in his grip. He speeds up his thrusts, chasing a high you’ve reached twice today.
His hand on your hip moves to grip your ass. Squeezing the squishy fat and watching it peek through the gaps of his fingers. He groans at the feeling of your plush body under his palms. He knows he said this’ll be a ‘one time thing’ but he may have to go back on his words. Leon’s never been a religious man but some god must of seen how hard he’s worked and thrown him a bone—the bone being you.
I mean think about it. How else would an old man like him have a pretty, young, thing like you craving him this bad? You must be a gift from the gods. And Leon intends to show his gratitude by using your cute little body as much as you’ll let him.
“Fuck, I’m close, sweetheart. You ready for me cum inside your sweet little pussy?” Leon groans. Huffing and panting in your ear as he speeds up once more. Your moans and mewls are muffled against his skin. However, the sounds of his thighs meeting your ass are still obscenely loud.
He thrusts up a few more times before Leon’s burying himself to the hilt and shooting thick ropes of sticky cum right into your womb. You shiver as you feel his hot seed painting your walls white. Leon groans in your ear, nuzzling his face in your hair as he comes down from his high.
Leon strokes your hair tenderly, looking down to see your already fast asleep. He chuckles softly, carefully reaching over and grab a blanket off of the back of the couch. He’s covers you with the blanket. Making sure your lower half is hidden less your parents come down and see you half naked in his arms.
“‘Big girl’ my ass.” He lightheartedly huffs, leaning back in the chair. He rests his cheek on top of your head and slowly drifts off beside you. His cock still nestle inside your warm, wet heat. His cum slowly leaking out, making a mess of your parent’s pleather chair.
…
“Honey, come quick!” Your father whisper shouts, standing in the entry way to the living room. Your mother comes scurrying down the stairs her robe. “What? What’s the matter?” She walks over to where your father’s standing and is mean with a ‘wholesome’ sight.
“Look at them..some things never change.” Your father says fondly. Your parents stand there watching as your fast asleep in Leon’s arms. While Leon himself has his arms wrapped tightly around your waist and his head resting on top of yours. “Hold on let me take a picture. I wanna remember this moment.” You mother softly smiles.
Re9!Leon Kennedy with a rookie agent!reader who has massive daddy issues? I think yes! First post in awhile and it’s Leon!! If this does well i might turn it into a series!
Warnings: major daddy issues, mentions of yelling and screaming, mentions of child abuse, kinda ooc Leon, Leon’s kinda mean at first but he gets better, mentions of reader being in therapy, reader has a panic attack and Leon helps, hurt/comfort
Edit: part 2 has been posted! And part 3! Part 4 , part 5
“Are you serious? Is that the best you’ve got, rookie?”
Leon spits, his tone harsh and bitter. He watched you run the course with disdain in his eyes. As if he was disgusted his rookie was this incompetent. The disappointment obvious as he crosses his arms over his chest and scoffs.
Your lungs were burning. Muscles tenses and aching as you run the course for the 5th time in a row. You were top of your class at the academy, you were the best. Oh, how far you’ve fallen.
You thought you had escaped this. The looming threat of failure. You could never live up to his expectations, no matter how hard you tried. Maybe it was the fact you looked just like your mother, or the fact that he never wanted kids in the first place. Or maybe he just didn’t like you.
Whatever the reason your father never showed any love or care to you was irrelevant because you had escaped it. You cut all ties once you turned 18 and never looked back. You built a new life for yourself, one where you made people proud.
You thought after surviving the academy things would get better. You’d get the recognition you deserved, and maybe you would have if only Leon S. Kennedy wasn’t your superior. However, he was determined to set back all the work you had done.
Memories come flooding back from your childhood. The yelling, the screaming, the harsh words and cruel stares. Your father hated you, just like you were sure Leon Kennedy did. That was the only explanation.
Maybe you reminded him of someone he used to know, or maybe he didn’t want to train a rookie. Or maybe he just didn’t like you. Whatever the reason he didn’t show you any compassion or empathy was irrelevant because—
Who were you kidding? It stung. Bad. Why did he hate you so much? Were you destined to forever be the core disappointment for older men? All the work you did in therapy seemed to reverse over night.
You were emotional and anxious. Keeping your head down and voice quiet with a simple ‘yes sir’ every time he spoke. You kept it together in front of him but would sob in the bathroom during breaks between training.
Your hands would shake ever you’d open the door to his office. Your heart thumping in fear every time you made a mistake. Flinching as you braced for the screams you knew were coming.
Even now, with your every nerve in your body on fire pleading for you to stop before it gives out you kept running in fear of what he’d do if you stopped. You ran, and climbed and crawled and fought your way to the end. Praying to whatever deity was out there that maybe this time it would be enough.
“That was 10 seconds longer than the last attempt! Sloppy!” Leon yells as your bent over gasping for air, hands braced on your knees. He storms over to where you stood, stop watch in hand.
“You don’t get time to rest, rookie! You’re tired? I don’t give a damn! What happens when someone dies on your watch because you were ‘too tired’ to keep going?”
His words were like knifes cutting your skin. Slash after slash bleeding out all the self esteem you had left. Leaving you an empty husk of self loathing.
You were still panting for air, lungs burning as you tried to steady your racing heart. Your chest actually hurt from how fast it was going. Your knees buckled from being overexerted.
He was still yelling. You could make out some of it but between your heart thumping in your ears and every other sensation you were feeling you couldn’t really focus. Still hunched over as your eyes began to water.
“—huh, rookie? Hey! Are you even listening to me?” He grips your arm to pull you up straight which sets off every trigger in your body. You quickly put your arms up, shielding your face as you brace for an impact.
It was coming, you knew it was. It’s what your father always did when you fucked up—which in his eyes was all the time. A chocked sob leaves your lips, your body trembling in fear. You wait, 1 minute, then 2. But nothing happens.
You slowly peak over your arms to look at Leon, his expression unreadable. He slowly uncrosses his arms. Speaking in a tone softer than you’ve ever heard from him. “Go take a 5 minute breather.”
The order stuns you for a moment. No yelling? No screaming? No hitting? You hesitate for a moment before slowly lowering your arms. You put your head down and walk past him into the locker room.
You sit down on one of the benches with a bottle of water, tears silently streaming down your cheeks. Your hands still shaking as you drank from a bottle of water. A million scenarios running through your mind.
Was this the calm before the storm? Was he so mad he couldn’t even yell? How bad would the punishment be for flinching?
You were so lost in thought you didn’t even hear come in to the locker room, sitting down on the bench beside you. He rested his arms on his knees, looking straight ahead of him. His expression still unreadable. His voice finally pulled you from your trance.
“Master yourself. You can’t let your emotions cloud your mind in the field, that’s how people die.” He says, his tone almost gentle.
For once he wasn’t yelling. He didn’t sound disappointed or mad. If anything, he seemed…understanding. Like he somehow knew everything though running through your mind and everything you had ever felt.
“..do you wanna tell me what that was about?”
“I’m sorry, sir. It won’t happen again—“
“—that’s not what i asked. I didn’t ask you to apologize. I asked you why you did it.”
You stay quiet, biting the inside of your cheek as more tears threaten to fall. Your knee bouncing rapidly from the anxiety. Was this a trap?
“I wasn’t gonna hit you, if that’s what you thought. I don’t know why that was your first instinct but I’m sorry it was. Nobody deserves that…you didn’t deserve that.”
He says, his voice soft and quiet. As if he was worried speaking to loud would set you off. You keep your head down, trying to attempt a breathing exercise your therapist had taught you. In for 4..hold for 4..out for 4.
Except the air felt thin, like you couldn’t catch your breath. Your hands were shaking and your head was pounding. Quietly gasping for air as your chest heaves. Everything felt louder then it was and you could feel the clothes on your back and—
“Hey. Breathe. Tell me 5 things you can see.”
“H-Huh?”
“Tell me 5 things you can see. That’s an order, rookie.”
Was this real? Not just some foggy brained hallucination stemmed from the dissociation?
“U-Uhh, l-lockers, a bench..windows, lights and a coat.”
“Good. Now, what’s 4 things you can touch?”
“T-This really isn’t necessary, sir, I-I’m fine—“
“Are you disobeying orders, rookie?”
“N-No, sir! I just—“
“Okay then. What’s 4 things you can touch?”
You take a deep breath and respond. He slowly counts down, making you name 3 things you could hear, 2 things you could smell and finally 1 thing you could taste. You had heard of the method before during one of your therapy sessions. You always thought it was kind of silly, now, not so much.
You take a deep breath, finally lifting your head to meet his eyes. Instead of a furrowed brow and a glaring look you see a soften expression with a gentle gaze. Although there’s something underneath, something like..remorse.
“Im sorry if i was too hard on you. I should’ve known when enough was enough.”
“No, it’s fine. It’s your job.”
“My job is to build rookies into great agents not break the ones already given to me. You’re tough but everyone has their limits.”
He places his hand on your shoulder, patting it gently as he speaks again. “You’re a good kid. A hard worker. I was tough on you cause I knew you’d be the best. Hell, you already are. You’re leagues above your academy mates.”
For the very first time you see Leon smile. Not a big one, it’s subtle but it’s real. There’s a fond look in his eyes as he looks down at you. Almost like he’s proud.
“Look, kid. I’m not gonna pretend to know what you’ve been through but I can tell it was a lot. As your superior it’s my job to look out for you. So, if you ever need to talk my office is always open for you. Okay?”
Your expressions shifts to one of almost awe. His firm but caring touch on your shoulder grounding you. He was being so kind, so protective. It made your heart flutter, like a part of your younger self was healing from his words alone.
You nod softly, muttering a soft “yes, sir” with a small smile. He pats your back with a small smirk. Standing up and reaching out a hand to help you up. You take his hand and he gently pulls you up.
“Good work today, Rookie. Go ahead and head home for today. I’ll see you tomorrow for on field healthcare drills.”
He says before heading out of the locker room. Your eyes flutter for a moment, as if processing everything that just happened. Maybe Leon S. Kennedy wasn’t as bad as you thought.
Summary: Toby and Cody are sent out on a recruiting mission. ‘Find the girl and bring her back here’ The Operator said. It was simple. Finding themselves now enrolled as college students as a cover up they find the girl. But, little do they know there’s so much more then meets the eye.
Warnings: female reader, she wears glasses, reader kinda has a pre established story but it’s not an oc, mentions of abused (reader and Toby), mentions of murder, I’m bad at writing stutters so please give me tips, also tips on how to write tics would be helpful, fanfic logic on how college works (aka it’s poorly written), I do believe that’s it!
Part 1 (you are here) Part 2 here part 3 here
“I can’t believe we have to do this.”
“Quit yer bitchin’. Th-The Operator said w-we have to do it, so we’ll do it.”
“Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”
Cody retorts, shrugging Toby’s hand off his shoulder. He looks around the campus. Watching as all the students bustle around heading towards their classes. He rolls his eyes at the jocks tossing footballs as the cheerleaders giggle like bimbos.
The only thing worse than highschool is college. Why? Because now their all legal and can fuck without hiding it. Students make out in the hallways and girls suck dick in the boys bathroom. College is basically highschool but with less strict teachers and way more drugs.
The two boys never had much luck with school and socializing. Hence why they’re in the business they’re in now. They were often mocked and made fun of. The laughing stock of the school.
Toby was often bullied for his stutters while Cody was often called a geek for his interests in science. No one ever understood them, until they found each other. From then on if someone laughed it would fall on deaf ears. The pair didn’t need anybody but each other. They were brothers, and they had a bond stronger than diamonds.
Their brotherhood was stronger than most real families. Not to say that the bond they had wasn’t real. It’s just they weren’t blood relatives. Toby had found Cody one night while wandering through the woods and well, the rest is history.
They had been close since the beginning. Always looking out for one another. Always making sure the other was safe. They were best friends. Not anything or anyone could get between them.
Until her.
The pair walked down the hall to the school office. There at a desk sat a young woman typing on a computer. Her eyes squinted at the screen as she read every word she wrote. Toby and Cody share a glance before looking back at the girl. Was this really her?
The operator had sent the two boys out to find her. A girl he had been trying to recruit. He’d shown the boys a picture and sent them on their way. Giving them a new life and new identities just for the sake of the mission.
Toby clears his throat to grab the girl's attention. She jumps slightly at the sudden noise, so lost in her train of thought she didn’t see the two boys standing in front of her. Cody speaks first resting his arms on the counter as he sits down in one of the chairs in front of the desk.
“We were told to come here and check in. We’re new.” He says blankly, leaning back in his seat as his knees part in a man's spread. The girl's eyes darted from each boy back to her computer screen. “Names?” Her voice was light and calm as she spoke.
“Tobias and Cody Rogers.” She nods briefly before typing away at her computer. Her eyes scan the screen as her glasses slide to the tip of her nose. Toby and Cody share another glance. Secretly communicating through their eyes.
“You’re the Colorado boys, right?” She asks, looking up from the screen to meet their eyes. Still typing away at the computer as she brings up their student portfolio. “We f-famous or somethin’?” Tobias retorts flatly.
She bites back a smirk at his words, looking back at her computer screen. “Nah, Ms. Davis told me you guys would be coming in either today or tomorrow.” “So, we’re famous to you.” “Try ‘infamous’.”
Cody smirks quizzically at her words, tilting his head ever so slightly. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Oh nothing, just that you have a bit of reputation from your old school.” “Oh yeah? Like what?” Cody leans forward, resting his arms on his knees.
“Like vandalizing school grounds. It says in your files that you sprayed painted..dicks all over your old school. As well as ‘I <3 MILFs ”
…
Stupid fucking elf. Of course he’d say all that. Shouldn’t never let that bastard be in charge of making their new identities.
“We were f-framed.” Toby says through gritted teeth, meanwhile Cody rolls his eyes and pulls out his phone. Most likely yelling at Ben for his ridiculous comments. “Yeah, totally.” The girl smiles, raising her eyebrows teasingly.
She stands up and walks towards the printer on the other side of the room. She grabs two papers before rounding the counter and standing in front of the two boys. “Here are your schedules. I can show you your classes before first period starts if you’d like?”
The boys look at each other for a moment before looking back at the girl. Cody’s expression holds a hint of amusement while Toby looks intrigued. Although he's been silent throughout most of this ordeal he's been watching. Observing the girl and her mannerisms.
He watches the way she chews on her nails, biting and picking at the skin so much that it looks raw. He watches the way she pulls at her hair, so much so that her ends are split and uneven. He watches the way her knee bounces rapidly. The way she always makes sure her sleeves are pulled down all the way. The way she overtly conscious not to take up too much space.
It was all things he did back when he was still at school. Back when he still lived at home. Toby and Cody have a lot of things in common. But, Cody would never understand what it was like to be physically abused.
Cody’s birth mother was shitty. A criminal who cares more about scheming than raising her own son. But, Cody got out. Went to an orphanage for a little while before being adopted. He got a good father, a nice one.
He’s the reason why Cody is the way he is now, why he’s a genius. Toby never got that. Sure, he had a good mom and great older sister. But, Tobias’s father was a scum of the earth. A piece of shit abuser who thought it was okay to hit women.
Toby could handle the beat downs from his father. But to put his hands on his mother and sister? God, it pissed him off to no end. That's why he killed him. To save what was left of his family.
“Sure, lead th-the way.” Toby says, his expression softening ever so slightly. The girl nods and hands them their class schedules. She leads them out of the office and down the hall. “The school tried to keep most of your classes together, as per requested.” She begins, “I think there’s only a few you don’t share only because of your selected majors.”
She continues down the hall, pointing out classes. “This is Ms. Meyers classroom, this is your first period math class which you share. Then, over here is Mr. Andrew’s class which is your shared second period literature class.” The girl smiles softly, waving at teachers as she passes them. “I actually have Mr. Andrew for my second period as well, he’s very nice.”
“Over here is Mr. Austin, this is yours and my own 3rd history class which—” “—We share?” “Yes.” She laughs softly as she turns down a second hall. “This is our science hall. Cody this is where most of your classes will be because of your major. Sadly, the two of you don’t share a science class because you’re on different levels.”
The girl then turns to point to a hall adjacent to the science hall. “However, Workshop is right next to it where you, Toby, will be spending most of your classes because of your major. So, because of how you arranged your schedules, you’ll always be close to each other. The school tried their best to accommodate your needs.”
Cody tilts his head curiously. “Our needs?” “Yeah, in your notes it said the two of you have separation anxiety. That it’d be best to keep you two together. You guys also share a dorm, just the two of you.” She says, gesturing towards the exit door near the path to the dorm building.
The two boys share a look. Another thing that Ben put it, although probably for the sake of mission it still felt like a jab to their codependency on each other. Cody nods firmly, speaking once more. “Right, we appreciate it.” The girl smiles and claps her hands together.
“Well, first period will start soon. And my first period is on the other side of the building so I will leave you guys here. After all your classes come back to the front office and ask for me. I’ll show you to your dorms. I hope you guys have a good first day!” She smiles softly before beginning to walk away.
“H-Hey, w-w-wait!” Toby calls out. She turns and looks at him with a quizzical pout. “H-How will w-we know who t-t-to ask for?” Her eyes widen slightly before she begins to laugh, shaking her head softly. “Right! I totally forgot. My name’s y/n. It’s nice to meet you both.”
She says, waving to the two boys before continuing down the hall. Toby and Cody share another look. Smirking to themselves. This mission just got a lot more interesting. Maybe it won’t be so bad after all.
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Part 5 of mean mister agent and his tough little rookie!! We finally get to a good part 😛 also I gave Leon’s dog a name finally
Warnings: female genitalia, dry humping, thigh riding (reader takes off her panties), reader fingers herself pets names such as sweetheart, baby, sweet girl, good girl, princess, lots and lots of praise, daddy kink, soft dom Leon, i think that’s it?
Part 1 here part 6 here
“Fuck..this is wrong..”
Leon rasps out through ragged pants. Although, there’s no use in gasping for air when you steal his breath once more with another kiss.
His hands are shaking where they rest on your waist. His heart pounding as you kiss him like there’s no tomorrow. Your tongue sliding against his in a filthy dance for dominance.
You’re situated in his lap, straddling his thighs with your arms wrapped around his neck. He pulls back one more. His pupils blown wide as he takes in the sight of you so desperate and needy on top of him.
“Kid..w-we can’t do this—“
“—Yes, we can.”
You cut him off with another searing kiss. One hand roughly carding through his hair as you nip at Leon’s bottom lip. His big hands squeeze your waist in response, letting out a soft groan as he tries to regain his composure.
“Mmph—baby, I-I’m twice your age.” He begins breathlessly. “I’m your boss. Plus you’re not thinking straight. Something very traumatic just happened to you, your n-not in the right..s-state of mind—fuck—“
His words trail off as you start to kiss jaw. His stubble rough on your lips as you start to trail down to his neck. Sucking marks into his skin before soothing them with your tongue.
His head falls back against the couch. His hands gripping your shirt so tightly his knuckles turn white. Soft grunts and groans leave his lips as he mentally curses himself for being so weak.
He’s twice your age. He’s a seasoned agent for gods sake. How could one little girl ruin him so easily? The way your soft lips feel on his skin makes him melt. The way your smaller hands grip his hair makes his cock twitch in his pants.
God, he’s never been so worked up by just kissing. His cocks never been this hard in his life and he’s damn near fifty! He knows it’s wrong, that he should put a stop to this. But fuck it feels so good.
You kiss all the way down to his collarbones. Nipping at the skin then kissing over it almost like an apology. You experimentally grind against him, feeling his hard cock straining again the confines of his pants.
Leon grunts and slides his hands on your hips to hold them still. “Y/n, listen to me. We can’t do this.” He says sternly, almost like a father scolding his child.
“I-I’m sorry. God, I’m a-acting just like him, I—“
Leon’s eyes soften as he hears how distraught you sound. His hands moving to gently cradle your face as he speaks once more. “Hey, shhh. Listen to me. You’re nothing like him.”
He pauses for a minute, biting the inside of his cheek. “It’s not that I don’t want you, I do. But you’re not in the right headspace. I don’t want us to do anything and you end up regretting it later.”
“I won’t regret it. I promise.” You say like it’s a fact. Your hands moving to cup his cheeks, mirroring his actions. Leon’s sighs, his hands falling to your waist.
“Baby, I don’t wanna take the chance.” He softly says. He watches the way your expression falls, seeing the shame in your eyes. “Cmon, don’t pout. Cmere, sweetheart.”
He pulls you flush against his chest. Cradling the back of your head and guiding your face against to nuzzle into the crook of his neck. Your arms tighten around his neck as he gently speaks by your ear.
“I’m not mad at you. It’s a normal feeling people get. A-And any other time I wouldn’t stop you. But I don’t wanna touch you and then risk you regretting it later. You mean too much to me for that to happen and you end up hating me.”
“I wouldn’t hate you. I could never hate you.” You softly respond, nuzzling further into the crook of his neck. Your tone turning whiny as your arms tighten around him. “Jus’ need you so bad…”
Leon mentally curses himself. He’s trying to hard to hold onto his last remaining shreds of self restraint. “I know, baby, i know.” He gently coos, stroking your hair. “I bet it hurts, hmm? You need me so bad it’s aching?”
You whimper at his condescending tone. Any other time you’d probably glare at him but right now it only makes your clit throb harder. You nod against his skin, letting out a whiny “Yeah..”
Leon bites his bottom lip. Letting out a breathy moan at your whines. He scolds himself for being such a pushover before speaking once more. “I know, baby. And I won’t stop you from getting yourself off, but I can’t touch you until I know for sure that you want this.”
“Hmm?” You softly whine, pulling back to look at him with doe eyes. Leon sighs, feeling his defenses crumble. “I can’t touch you…but I won’t stop you from touching me.” He begins, his hands sliding to your hips.
“If you need to grind against my thigh to get off then you can. I won’t stop you.” He says, his thumb gently stroking your hip. He looks up at you with soft eyes, almost like he’s in awe.
How could he not be? There’s a beautiful, young woman on top of him so desperate for his touch. She doesn’t want a younger man’s touch. She wants his.
“A-Are you sure..?” You ask, your voice barely above a whisper. “I’m sure, baby. Go ahead, use me to make yourself cum.”
You immediately shift to grind against his thigh. Moaning as the rough fabric rubs against your thin panties. “Fuck—thank you, sir..thankyouthankyouthankyou—“ You breathlessly whine.
Leon’s hands stay on your hips, letting you go at your own pace while subtly guiding the movements. “There you go, sweetheart. That’s a good girl..” He gently coos, speaking right in your ear.
His tone is soft but holds an underlying hint of dominance. It’s like he knows exactly what you need to get off. His touch is so tender and his words are so sweet as he talks you through it. It makes your clit throb.
You grind against his thigh at an even pace. Wanting to prolong this experience for as long as possible. Your forehead falls against his shoulder as soft whines and whimpers fall from your lips. “F-Fuck, it feels s-so good…”
Leon chuckles at the sight of you so desperate to cum. One of his hands move to stroke your hair. “Yeah? You like grinding on my thigh, baby?” He softly asks, pressing a kiss to your temple.
“Mmhmm..” you begin, grinding harder against the rough material. “Love it so much, daddy—“ The word comes out before you can stop yourself. A rush of embarrassment washes over you as you still your hips. You pull back to look at him, your arms starting to pull away.
“I-I’m so sorry, I d-didn’t mean to—“
“—Hey, shh, it’s okay. I don’t mind. You can call me daddy, baby.” He says, his hand in your hair moving to cup your cheek. “Is that what you need? You need a daddy to take care of you?”
The way he says it would be condescending if it wasn’t said so gently. The way he looks at you while his thumb strokes your cheek—like he’s hoping you say yes—makes your breath hitch. You slowly nod, your arms wrapping around his neck once more.
“Y-Yes..”
Leon smirks, bringing your head back down to nuzzle your face back into the crook of his neck. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ll be your daddy.” He says. His hand on your hip starts to coax your hips into moving once more. “Daddys gonna help you cum, baby. Don’t you worry.”
You whine at his words. Follow his lead and grinding against his thigh. Leon whispers praise in your ear between soft kisses to your temple.
“You’re such a good girl.”
“Keep going baby, atta girl.”
“You’re doing so good for daddy.”
“You’re making daddy proud.”
After a few minutes of grinding you left out a soft whine, slowing your hips. “Hey, what’s the matter, baby girl?” Leon softly asks. Pulling back and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
“S’not enough…” You whimper, leaning into his hand. Leon smirks, his hand moving to cup your cheek. “You need more stimulation, huh, baby?” He coos, his hand sliding under your shirt to reach the waistband of your panties.
“How about we take these off? How does that sound, sweet girl?” You only nod in response, hiding your face back in the crook of his neck. Leon chuckles, sliding your panties down and off your body. Leon gently grips your hips. Guiding you to grind your bare pussy against the rough fabric of his jeans.
“How does that feel? Is that better, princess?” He coos. The feeling of your soft pants against his skin makes him chuckle. “S-So much better—f-feels so good, daddy.” You grind harder against his thigh.
“God, look at you, baby. You’re making a wet patch on my jeans. You need your daddy that bad?” You can only moan in response. The rough denim rubbing against your swollen clit makes the pleasure so intense your hole clenches around nothing.
“P-Please, daddy. Need more..” “Yeah? Your pussy still greedy for more?” Leon chuckles and it makes you whine from embarrassment. One of his hands move to stroke your hair.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. Go ahead and use your fingers, daddy gives you permission.” As if on cue your hand snakes between your legs to sink two fingers into your hole. Your walls flutter at the sudden intrusion but quickly adjust as you start to thrust your fingers in time with your hips.
A tight coil begins to begins to form in your lower belly. Your thighs shaking as the pleasure begins to overwhelm you. Your eyes start to water as you sob into the crook of Leon’s neck. “P-Please, I n-need to cum. Please l-let me cum, daddy—“
Leon gently shushes you, pulling back to watch the fat tears roll down your cheeks. He has to bite back a moan at the sight. Seeing all desperate and needy for him, your soft sniffles mixed with whimpers could make him cum untouched.
“—Shhh, it’s okay princess. You can cum, daddy won’t stop you. Be a good girl and cum for me, okay?” He softly coos, pressing his forehead against yours. Your lips meets his in a messy kiss. Moaning into his mouth as you desperately hump his thigh.
Your hand starts to slow as the pleasure starts to overtake you. The coil grows tighter and tighter until finally it snaps. A sharp whine falls from your lips as your walls clamp down around your fingers. Your clit throbbing as cum drips from your hole onto his thigh.
You slump forward against him. Whimpering softly as you come down from your high. Leon’s strong arms wrap around you. One of his hands cradling the of your head as he tucks your face into his chest.
“Good girl, you did such a good job for me. Daddys so proud of you, baby. You looked beautiful.” He whispers sweet nothings into your ear. Letting you pant for air as you recover from your orgasm. Gently petting your hair with one hand while the other rubs your back.
You stay like that for a while. Wrapped in each other’s arms soaking in the comfort of each other’s presence. “Let’s get you cleaned up, baby.” You whine in protest as he stands up, still holding you in his arms.
“I know, I know. But we gotta get you cleaned up.” Leon coos, his hands cupping the backs of your thighs as he hoists you up. He carries you to the bathroom. Sitting you down on the counter as he grabs a washcloth and wets it with warm water.
He gently rubs the rag against your sensitive pussy. Cleaning the cum from in between your legs. “Your sore, ain’t ya’ baby? It’s okay, I’m almost done.” He finishes cleaning you up before picking you back up and taking you to bed.
Leon gently lays you down on the bed. He climbs in beside you and pulls the covers over the both of you. Leon lays on his back and pulls you against his chest. His hand rubbing your back in soothing circles.
You both stay quiet for a while, the tension in the air grows thicker before you finally speak up. “What happens now..?” Leon stays quiet for a moment, his hand moving to play with the ends of your hair.
“What would you like to happen?”
“I wanna see you more.”
Leon bites his lower lip, the rational side of his brain starting to yell at him. “Baby, I’m twice your age. And I’m your boss.” He says, his tone stern but gentle. “I don’t care about your age. A-And I know it’s frowned upon but it doesn’t stop me from wanting you..”
Leon sighs, not unkindly, more so fondly. “You’re not making this easy on me, sweetheart. I’m supposed to be the mature one, but you’re making me weak.” He softly smiles, leaning down and kissing the top of your head.
“Will you stay with me the rest of the two weeks..?
…
Leon sighs as he grabs his phone and dials a number, holding it up to his ear. “Hey, Claire! Could you do me a favor? Could you take care of Buster for the next two weeks?”
Been thinking about Bokuto and his love for fat girls<3
warnings: she/her pronouns, mentions of tits, eventual (not that detailed) smut, piv, fingering, thigh fucking, oral (m and f), and obviously chubby reader implications!
Koutoro Bokuto is a little all over the place. He likes a lot of things, in a wide variety and many different genres that is constantly changing. If you asked him if we was sure of anything he would always like, he’d say fat girls.
There’s nothing Bokuto loves mores then seeing a pretty girl with wide hips, a chubby tummy, and a round ass smiling at him as he walks by. He try’s to be respectful he really does! Poor baby just loves watching her tits jiggle when she passes by. And those full, round cheeks are so cute he just wants to squish her face whenever she smiles. But when Bokuto finally gets his own fat girlfriend…oh boy.
Bokuto won’t stand for your insecurities. No way. He’ll kiss every stretch mark, every roll, all your cellulite, all of it. There will be no inch of skin left untouched by his lips.
His hands are constantly wandering your body. On your thighs, on your tummy, hips, chest, ass. Constantly caressing and groping your fat, he’s obsessed!
Speaking of obsession, he’s damn near hypnotized by the way you jiggle. Your tits bouncing as you walk? In love. Your tummy jiggle as you shifting around in bed? His eyes are glued to it. Having to jump to put on jeans? Oh baby, he buys front row tickets to that show.
In fact, he’s so generous he’ll help you with your jeans! I mean..normally when he helps they end up on the floor with rest of your clothes- but he’s trying!
He just loves his woman so much! He can’t help that he constantly wants to play with her chubby pussy lips, or fuck her thighs, or stuff his cock inbetween her plump lips and watch her chubby cheeks get stuffed. You turn him on to much!
So, you have no one to blame but yourself when your on your nth orgasm of the day with Bo right between your fat thighs, his tongue playing with your clit as he massages your thick pussy lips with his fingers.
And he’ll tell you that when he finally takes out his thick, hard, leaking cock and finally puts it where it belongs. Deep inside you. He’ll tell you all about how sexy you are, and how much he loves your body and how your the perfect woman for him. All through groans, pants, and moans of your name. Good luck<3
Part two of of the re9!Leon x rookie!reader with daddy issues series! I really hope you guys like this cause I’m having a really good time writing it!
Warnings: major daddy issues, mentions of child neglect, mentions of child abuse, mentions of reader having ptsd, Leon’s soft in this one, i think that’s it? Please tell me if I’m wrong.
Part 1 here , part 3 here , part 4 here , part 5 here
It’s been a little over a month since you and Leon had that moment and so far things have been going well. He’s still tough on you—it’s his job—but after everything he’ll give you a pat on the back and say “Good job, rookie.” It’s subtle, but it makes all the difference.
You had just finished running a course along side the other trainees. It was a simple exercise—well, simple for the DSO—but you were off your game. And everyone knew it.
“Man, today was easy.” Said one.
“Yeah, we got lucky.” Another chimed in.
You weren’t really paying attention to their conversation, too caught up in your own mind. You sat on one of the benches. Your knee bouncing rapidly as you stared down at the floor, dissociating.
Get your head in the game. You can’t be thinking about this. It’s all behind you now.
Thoughts whirling through your mind. The logical part of your brain telling you to forget it and to move on. Whiles, the little girl in your heart reminded you it was your daddy’s birthday today.
What was he? 50 something by now? Around Leon’s age probably.
You used to think Leon was just like your father for the longest time, but now? You realize they’re complete opposites. They couldn’t be more different if they tried.
Your father hated animals. He never let you have any pets growing up. He hated dogs especially, always referring to them as ‘dirty mutts’.
Leon loves dogs. Whenever he sees one he smiles, bending down to pet them. He has a picture of a dog on his desk. An old bloodhound retired from police work that he took in.
Your father never smiled, never laughed, never found anything funny. He didn’t like jokes, always scowled when you tried to lighten the mood. He was always so serious all the time.
Leon’s actually quite funny. Always dropping these stupid one liners and dad jokes that you can’t help but smile at. He’s kinder than you thought.
Looking back you notice all these small details about him you couldn’t see before. Like you were so caught up in your own feelings you couldn’t see the truth. PTSDs a rough deal, constantly changing the way you perceive things.
Leon was a likable man. He was kind, supportive and respectful. You father was a horrible man. He was bitter, angry and abusive. How did you ever see him in Leon?
And why were you thinking about him now? You haven’t seen him in 7 years, plenty of his birthdays have passed. Why does it only occupy your mind now?
“Jeez, rookie, you’re thinking so hard I can see the steam coming out of your ears.”
The sound of Leon’s voice cuts through your thoughts. Every other rookie straightened up and gave respect as he walked in. You were too caught up in your mind to do the same.
“S-Sorry, Sir.” You quickly stand to attention. Back straighter than a ruler as you held your hands behind your back. Nodding firmly as a sign of respect.
“Walk with me.” Was all he said. Gesturing towards the door with a nod. Already walking out knowing you’d follow.
And that you did. Walking behind him with your tail between your legs like a puppy who knew it was in trouble. You knew what you did on the course wasn’t your best, and so did Leon.
“I said with me, rookie.” He softly huffed. Looking over his shoulder with his signature casual smirk. You quickly stepped up beside him, keeping with his pace.
You both walked in silence for a while. Navigating the halls of the training facility before stepping outside. You followed him over to a bench under the shade of a tree where he sat down and patted the spot beside him.
“Somethings going on. Talk to me.” Although the statement was simple it held a lot of weight. You sat next to him on the bench, resting your arms in your lap.
“It’s nothing important, sir. I won’t let it affect my work anymore.”
“I didn’t say it did.”
Shit. Why was he so good at that? Making you so nervous you exposed yourself.
“Cmon, kid. There’s something eatin’ at your mind. Tell me about it.” He softly said, looking over at you with a gentle gaze.
You bite the inside of your cheek, taking a deep breath before speak up. “It’s my father’s birthday today.” The problem seemed so silly when you said it out loud.
“Okay, what’s wrong with that?”
“I haven’t seen him since I was 18.”
“Is he dead?”
“I wish.”
“Jeez, kid.” He let out a soft huff of shocked laughter. “That bad huh?”
“You’ve got no idea..” you softly say, the soft smile on your face mismatched with your sour tone.
“…then tell me about it.” He softly said. Placing a grounding hand on your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.
You look over at him, a soft expression on his face. Between the caring hand on your shoulder and genuine expression on his face you could feel your defenses crumbling. I mean, what’s the worst that could happen if you tell him?
And that’s how you ended up venting to your superior to an hour about your horrible, abusive, piece of shit father. He stayed quiet and listened to it all, even when your eyes started to water and your chest felt tight. He simply slid his hand to your back and rubbed it in small, soothing circles.
He kept his expression soft and inviting, like he was coaxing the words out simply through a look. But on the inside? He was fuming.
Leon could never understand how a parent could do that to their child. His jaw was already tight when you told him about the constant screaming and neglect. But then you brought up the abuse and he had to make a conscious effort to stop his hand from tightening on your shoulder.
His heart ached when he saw you tear up. You were a tough kid, he knew it from the start. But now he knew why, and the reasons made him angry.
Leon liked you. That’s why he was so tough on you, cause he knew you would make it. He saw himself in the reflection of your eyes. A young rookie cop late on his first day, to a DSO agent who had seen so many tragedies he lost count.
But you were young. Too young to have the same hardened stare and calloused hands. You had a lifetime ahead of you to experience the hard things in life, yet it had seemed it already started.
“—and as soon as I turned 18 I left and never looked back. Now, I’m here.”
You finish, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly. As if releasing the breath would release all the pent up emotions you had—spoiler alert; it wouldn’t. You turn your head to look up at Leon, bracing for whatever reaction you might get.
He stayed silent for a moment, looking down at you with a soft gaze before finally speaking up. “I’m proud of you. I’m sure that wasn’t easy to talk about.” He said, his hand still gently rubbing your back.
Oh god. Here it comes. The fluttering rush of emotions anytime an older man praises you.
It happened when you were In school and a male teacher would congratulate you for doing well on an assignment. It happened when your boss at your first job told you “good job” after your first shift. And now, it was happening with Leon.
You could feel your heart thumping inside your ribs. Your hands felt clammy as you clenched them into fists. All you could do was look up at him in awe, silently begging for the crumbs of his affection.
“You’re a tough girl, you had to be to survive all of that. I’m proud of you for making it through that but you’re safe now. He can’t hurt you anymore. I won’t let him.”
You softly nod, eyes big and doe like as you look up at him. Every wall you ever built shattered like glass at his words. Instead of an 25 year old woman you felt like a 10 year old girl looking at her father while he tells her he loves her. Something you never got to experience.
The two of you stayed like that for awhile. His hand gently rubbing your back as you looked at each other. All you could think about was one thing and one thing only.
