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A/n: First of all, I would like to clarify that I don't know much about ABO.Anyway, enjoy reading :)

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Being an omega was never part of your plans.

In fact, being anything other than an ordinary boy had always made you uncomfortable.

You found out your designation at sixteen—as if adolescence wasn’t already complicated enough. Your overprotective, methodical parents reacted like they’d just received a terminal diagnosis: panic, fear, doctors, appointments. In the end, they decided to keep that part of you hidden from the world. “It’ll be easier this way,” they said.

And maybe it was.

For years, you took that little white pill first thing in the morning. It erased your scent, blocked any trace of heat, turned your existence into something neutral. A beta. Invisible. Safe.

But everything comes at a price.

By the time you were twenty-two, your body was already showing signs of strain. Headaches, nausea, bouts of apathy… It was during an emergency appointment that you heard the doctor say:

“We’ll switch to a monthly injection. I promise it’ll work.”

It didn’t.

On your very first official mission as Leon’s field partner, you could already feel that something was wrong. Too much heat. Your heart racing. Weak legs.

You thought it was just nerves… until he ran past you, his scent hitting your nose like a punch to the gut.

Alpha.

Not just any alpha. That alpha.

His scent wrapped around you like a warm blanket on a cold night.

Woody, with a hint of citrus underneath… and you hated how badly you wanted more.

“Fucking lying doctor…”

Your chest rose and fell sharply. You gripped the fabric of your shirt over your heart, trying to mask the tension. Your eyes stayed locked on the back of Leon’s neck as he walked ahead, explaining the mission strategy.

You didn’t hear a single word.

Your mind was screaming something else:

I need him.

You kept walking, Leon in the lead—always alert, gun steady in his hands, glancing over his shoulder every now and then to make sure you were still following.

The heat and pain inside you were only getting worse with every passing second. You were burning.

You barely recognized yourself—so desperate for sex that even Leon’s deep, gravelly voice made you bite your lower lip just to keep a moan from slipping out.

All those years of suppressed heats were spilling over all at once…

And thank God Leon was still ahead of you, at a safe distance.

If he caught your scent, instinct could make him pin you to the ground and take you right then and there.

Part of you feared that might happen…

But the other part? Was praying for it.

You tried to focus. You really did.

But the heat inside your body was unbearable, as if you were melting from the inside out—a fever that started between your legs and spread like fire along your spine, your chest, your neck… everywhere.

Every step you took was its own kind of torture. The fabric of your pants rubbing against overly sensitive skin made you shiver, and even the contact of your shirt against your nipples sent a sharp chill through you.

Leon’s scent in the air was like some forbidden perfume. Woody, warm, with a faint trace of sweat—a smell that clung to your nose, made your mouth water, and pulled your mind into places you really shouldn’t be going right now.

You bit down hard on your lip, fighting the urge to moan again. But it escaped anyway—a low, muffled whimper that you quickly tried to mask with your breathing.

Thankfully, Leon didn’t seem to notice. He kept walking ahead, serious, focused, oblivious to the chaos building inside you.

Your skin felt like it was begging to be touched. Any touch. A brush of Leon’s arm, a graze of fingers, even an accidental shove—anything that could take the edge off this insane need that was growing by the minute.

You were trembling. Not from cold, but like someone feverish—like your body temperature had climbed so high it started to cause chills. And no matter how hard you tried to control it, your body was beginning to give in. Your legs slightly weak, your heart pounding fast, your breathing heavier by the second.

Not now… please, not now…

The thought came like a desperate plea.

But your heat had no intention of waiting.

Your knees weakened, and you suddenly stopped, placing a hand over your stomach. Your skin was hot, and you let out a pained moan as a sharp, burning ache tore through you—stronger than before.

You dropped to your knees with a low moan, pressing your palm against your belly. The heat was unbearable. Your entire body burned from the inside out, like it was about to explode.

You heard hurried footsteps.

“Hey!” Leon’s voice called, as he ran back toward you. “What happened?”

You tried to lift your head, but everything was spinning. Through your blurred vision, you could only make out his silhouette crouching right in front of you. His hand gripped your shoulder—firm—and in that instant, everything changed.

He smelled it.

The scent hit Leon’s nose like a wave of heat. His whole body tensed, eyes going wide, pupils dilating in an instinctive reflex. He drew back slightly, as if he’d been shocked.

“…You…” he muttered, staring at you with a mix of confusion and fury. “You’re an omega?”

You nodded, too weak to explain anything. Your skin glistened with sweat, your breath coming in ragged bursts, your body trembling with fever and want.

“I’m in heat…” you whispered, your voice breaking. “Please… I need help.”

You tried to touch him—a light, pleading touch—but Leon grabbed your wrists, pulling your hands away like they burned him.

“No!” he snarled, brows furrowed, jaw clenched tight. “I can’t. I… fuck…” He was breathing hard, fighting the scent, the primal pull building inside him. “I won’t be able to control myself.”

Your eyes locked onto his, silently begging, on the verge of tears.

“Please, Leon… just a little, just until it passes…”

“Shut up!” he snapped, still gripping your wrists hard. The tension in his muscles was obvious, like he was waging war with his own body. “You shouldn’t even be here! An omega isn’t made for this kind of mission!”

You shivered at his voice—so deep, so rough—laced with an animalistic edge you’d never heard before. His scent was getting stronger, heavier, and your body responded whether you wanted it to or not.

“The agency knows I can’t… that I lose control when…” He bit his tongue, holding something back. “How the hell did you trick them? Huh? How’d you pass yourself off as a beta so easily?”

The anger in his eyes burned—but it wasn’t just anger. It was hunger.

And you knew it.

“Leon, please… I need this, and I know you want it… i-it’s instinct…”

His jaw tightened even more now, but the look in his eyes began to shift—he was starting to look at you with want.

“I won’t be gentle.”

He said it as he yanked you to your feet in front of him, his scent stronger than ever, making your head spin.

“I don’t care,” you said, already completely surrendered to him.

Before you could react, he was pulling you by the hand into a more secluded part of the forest, shielded by trees and bushes.

He began undoing his belt and unzipping his pants, removing his thigh holster.

The bulge in his pants was already impossible to miss—big, straining against the limits of the tactical fabric—and then, he pulled it out.

Fuck.

It was huge. Way bigger than you’d imagined. You knew alphas tended to be well-endowed, but you hadn’t known it could be that big.

Easily ten and a half inches—maybe more.

“Take off your pants. We can’t waste time!”

He spoke as he stepped closer, pulling the backpack from your shoulders. His voice was rougher now, and he kept wetting his lips with his tongue, like he could taste your scent in the air. His blue eyes were almost entirely black, swallowed by blown pupils.

You stripped as fast as you could, fingers trembling, your body sweating both hot and cold at once. Your scent was overpowering now—thick, sweet—filling every breath between you. There was no pretending you still had control. You didn’t.

Leon moved in, pressing his body to yours. His erection ground against your stomach, hot, throbbing against you. He let out a low growl—almost animal—like a predator about to strike.

“You sure about this?” he asked, but there was no hesitation left in his voice—only a warning. “Because I’m not stopping halfway, you got it?”

“Yes,” you answered without even thinking. “Do it… please…”

He gripped your chin firmly, forcing you to look at him.

“Say it again,” he demanded. “Say you want me. That you need me.”

“I want you, Leon… I need you inside me, right now…” Your voice came out broken, almost a sob.

Leon let out a rough, guttural sound and turned you around with firm, impatient hands. Your knees sank into the damp earth, bushes scratching at your bare skin, but you didn’t care. All you wanted was him.

He spit on his hand and quickly rubbed it over your tight asshole, just to ease the way, then positioned the tip of his cock at your entrance. You could feel it pulsing—hot, thick... and way too big.

“Relax,” he said, gripping your hips hard. “Or you’re gonna tear.”

You tried to take a deep breath, but his scent... his scent was intoxicating.

Then he pushed.

Slow at first, feeling every inch of you stretch around him until you let out a loud, almost desperate moan.

“Fuck…” he growled through clenched teeth. “You’re so tight... this is crazy…”

You dug your fingers into the ground, trembling all over, your body completely surrendered.

The heat-driven pleasure mixed with pain—the feeling of being truly filled, like you were born for this.

He pushed deeper and seemed like he’d never reach the end. In any other situation, this would probably be fucked up as hell. And it really was—but this pain was so delicious, burning in just the right amount.

He finally hit the bottom, and without warning, pulled almost all the way out before thrusting back in with brutal force, letting out a guttural groan.

“Aaah, fuck! Shit!”

He growled, speeding up his thrusts, his balls slapping against your ass with an obscene sound.

Little by little, that heat’s pain faded—the sharp itch inside finally soothed by an alpha male.

Your eyes rolled back in pleasure, and your fingers clenched tightly into the damp earth. Your hard cock was dripping pre-cum.

You caught a sharp scent—like rust.

Blood.

Your blood, probably running down your thighs by now.

Not surprising, given the intensity of the thrusts and the size of Leon’s cock.

He wasn’t holding you in the usual way around your waist. He was gripping you from behind, hard.

Your body was wrapped in those big biceps.

His sweat dripped and ran over you, marking you with his primal scent—a strong, testosterone-heavy smell hanging in the air.

Suddenly, with a firm movement, he flipped you over, making you lie on your back on the earthy ground.

He kept pounding deeper and harder, gripping your neck firmly to keep your eyes locked with his.

“Good… good boy.”

“You were made for this.”

“If I’d known you were a damn omega, I’d have fucked you a long time ago.”

Then he leaned in and sealed his lips on yours in a wet, fierce kiss.

You could taste the whiskey he’d had before the mission.

“I want to see you.”

And with that, he tore your shirt in half, exposing your abdomen and chest. He left a wet kiss there.

He squinted his eyes, gripped your waist hard, and kept thrusting brutally, his cock hitting your abused prostate dead-on.

“Fuck… look at this…”

He slowed down and placed the tips of his fingers on the lower part of your belly.

You looked down and saw a slight bulge forming with every movement he made…

His cock was going so deep it was touching the bottom of your stomach.

Fifteen long minutes passed, and you were a wreck—legs weak, abdomen covered in pre-cum, hair messy, and a layer of sweat beneath your skin mixing with the sweat dripping from Leon.

Leon gave three final brutal thrusts, then buried himself up to the wrist. He growled and pulled you close, then his cock began squirting thick jets of cum deep inside you… His cock kept pulsing nonstop… more than ten heavy shots filling you, your anal cavity stretching from the sheer amount of cum inside.

And then…

He marked you.

He simply brought his mouth to your neck and bit down, his teeth sinking into your skin.

There was no way out now.

You were his.

“I came inside… you’re going to have my babies now…” he said, pulling back to look into your eyes. His pupils returned to normal now, the blue of his eyes reappearing.

“I’m going to take care of you… because now you’re mine.”

He said, planting a light kiss on your forehead, still with lips and teeth stained with your blood.

A/N:Part two of this story (leon x president's son/you). There is one more last part and I will post it soon :) I just need some more time to translate it properly and then I will post it.Again, English is not my first language, so if this translation sucks I'm sorry (and yes, I'll say that every time I post here 🙄✋🏻)

Thanks for the likes on the last chapter, I really thought this shit was going to flop, this really encouraged me to continue 🥹

Anyway, good reading ;)

It had been over a month since you last saw Leon.

Ever since you got back from Spain, nothing in your life had felt the same.

You tried to move on. Tried to keep your mind busy.

But the truth was, nothing could shake the memories of those days you spent with him.

Three days in Spain.

Three days with him by your side—fighting for you, protecting you with everything he had.

And more than anything... those few fleeting seconds when it felt like the space between you just disappeared.

You couldn’t forget that.

The ache got worse with each passing day—every day without a word from him.

Sure, you’d heard from other agents that Leon was fine.

But that didn’t mean anything to you.

What mattered was that he hadn’t come to you.

No message. No sign that he missed you even half as much as you missed him.

And the worst part?

The last time you were together, it felt like something had changed.

You still remembered the moment on the jetski—

The rush of adrenaline slowly melting into this strange, quiet tension between you.

You turned to him, heart sinking as you realized this was probably the end of whatever it was.

"Thanks for everything, Leon. If it weren’t for you... I don’t even know."

"You know, i could put in a word with my dad,have you assigned to my detail,if you're interested?"

For a second, you thought he might laugh.

But he didn’t.

Leon just looked away, sighed, and said,

"Maybe. I’ll think about it later."

But that later never came.

And that’s why you begged.

You didn’t care how desperate it looked.

You went to your father, argued, pushed, pleaded—

Did everything you could to get Leon assigned to your protection detail.

You wouldn’t take anyone else.

You needed him.

But while you waited for an answer, you had to find a way to survive the wait.

The therapist came often.

They said trauma like this didn’t just go away.

That it would take time. That you needed to talk about it.

But you couldn’t.

Every time you tried, the words caught in your throat.

Your eyes stung, and all you could do was cry.

So, you wrote.

Alone in your room, away from the pitying looks of the staff and your father’s empty speeches—

You opened your diary and let it all pour out.

Every thought that suffocated you. Every emotion that threatened to drown you.

And every single detail you could remember about Leon.

The words were messy—sometimes even meaningless.

But one thing kept showing up, scrawled across the pages like a desperate cry:

"Why didn’t he come after me?"

Now, after so long with no answers, the day had finally come.

Leon was coming.

And you didn’t know if you hated him for making you wait so long…

Or if you wanted him more than ever.

The moment you heard Leon was finally coming to the White House, it felt like all the sadness and anxiety drained from your body at once.

You jumped out of bed, not even sure what to do first.

You caught your reflection in the mirror—

The traces of the past few weeks still lingered in your face.

Dark circles, a hollow look in your eyes.

You sighed, then made your way to the closet, searching for something to wear.

Something nice.

Something casual.

Something that felt like you.

After digging through hangers and old folded piles, you landed on a soft white T-shirt—slightly faded, with dark blue trim on the sleeves and collar.

The kind of shirt that had lived through summers and memories.

The logo on the front, “Converse Second Sole,” gave it a retro touch that made you smile.

You paired it with your favorite denim shorts—the long ones with wide legs and a loose fit.

The kind that always felt like they were made for you.

To finish it off, you laced up your classic black high-top Converse.

The laces were a little worn, but they were yours.

It wasn’t anything fancy.

But it was familiar.

It was you.

After a quick shower and slipping into your outfit, you sprayed a little perfume and headed downstairs, your hair still damp from the bath.

Time crawled.

You kept glancing down the hallway, checking if he was here yet.

But everything felt frozen.

Your stomach twisted as you quietly rehearsed how you'd greet him.

Would you lose control and throw your arms around him?

No. Definitely not.

Not with your father around.

You’d just end up making Leon uncomfortable, and that was the last thing you wanted.

The hours dragged on in thick, uneasy silence.

Every distant sound echoing down the corridor made your heart race.

You kept fixing your posture, smoothing your clothes, running your fingers through your hair—

Trying to look natural.

Nothing helped.

Then, finally, the sound of footsteps.

Steady. Measured.

You held your breath.

Your stomach flipped.

The door creaked open.

Leon stepped into the room.

He looked just as exhausted as you felt.

But something was... off.

You’d pictured this moment a hundred times—

A soft smile, maybe a spark of warmth in his eyes.

Instead, his expression was cold.

Distant.

His gaze swept the room...

And then stopped.

Right on you.

“Mr. Kennedy,” your father broke the silence first, his voice formal.

Leon gave a polite nod. “Mr. Graham.”

Then his eyes landed on you again, and for a second, your chest tightened.

You didn’t know what to say.

Everything you’d rehearsed in your head vanished the moment you saw how... mechanical he looked.

No smile. No warmth.

It was like the Leon you knew had been left behind somewhere between the missions and the long road that brought him here.

“Hi…”

Your voice came out softer than you intended.

He blinked, like he’d just snapped out of something, and answered:

“Hey.”

It was flat. Distant.

You tried to read him, tried to look past the exhaustion in his eyes, but it was hard.

Maybe he was just tired from the trip.

Maybe it was the formal setting.

Or maybe… maybe he just didn’t feel the same way you did.

Whatever it was, one thing was clear:

This wasn’t the reunion you’d imagined.

“Ah, you two already know each other well, don’t you?” your father chuckled lightly.

“I’ve gotta say, Mr. Kennedy, this kid here practically begged me to assign you as his bodyguard,” he added, laughing softly and giving your shoulder a light squeeze.

Your face flushed instantly.

“I can imagine, Mr. President. It’ll be a pleasure to look after your son,” Leon replied, giving a faint nasal chuckle as he adjusted the sleeves of his dress shirt—his voice still cool and professional.

“Well then, I’ll leave you two alone for a bit. (Y/N), show Agent Kennedy around the house, will you?”

And with that, your father exited the room, leaving behind a thick, awkward silence.

You stood there, face still burning from the way your dad had basically exposed you.

And to make it worse, Leon clearly caught it—judging by the small, knowing smirk he gave before looking away.

You cleared your throat, trying to shake off the tension.

“Uh… so,” you started, fidgeting with your hands. “I can show you around the house, if you want.”

Leon nodded, expression unreadable again.

“Sure.”

You turned and began walking down the hallway, hyper-aware of his footsteps behind you.

As much as you tried to stay calm, your heart wouldn’t stop racing.

“So… this is the main hall,” you said, trying to sound casual. “My dad hosts a lot of important people here, but it’s usually empty.”

“Hm.”

Leon gave the room a quick glance, barely interested.

A pang hit your chest.

He was being polite, but he still felt... far.

Detached.

You’d hoped for something more—maybe a teasing comment, a small smile, anything that showed he was feeling something.

But there was nothing.

You took a quiet breath and kept going.

“There’s a garden out back,” you said, nodding toward one of the doors. “I like going there when I want to be alone.”

Leon glanced at you briefly.

But again, said nothing.

The silence between you was growing unbearable.

You bit your lip, then finally asked:

“So… how was the trip?”

Leon paused before answering.

“Tiring,” he said simply.

Your throat went dry.

Great.

Absolutely none of this was going the way you imagined.

Leon would be living at the White House full-time now.

The staff were already setting up his room, and the thought made your stomach flutter.

He’d be right there.

All the time.

Going everywhere with you—shopping, grocery runs, whatever.

You could even go back to college, see your friends again...

With Leon by your side.

But... would that really be a good thing?

He felt different now.

Colder.

You knew this wasn’t really him—not the Leon you remembered.

He was acting this way because he was your bodyguard now.

And that thought stirred something in you… something that probably shouldn’t have.

As you walked through the long halls of the massive White House, your thoughts drifted back to the cabin.

To his arms around you.

The way he looked at you.

The way he wanted you.

But... what if it was just a fleeting moment?

What if he only let it happen because it was convenient?

What if it hadn’t meant nearly as much to him as it did to you?

Those thoughts were slowly eating away at you.

But with how distant Leon had been acting, you didn’t even dare bring it up.

Eventually, you reached the hallway where your room was—

Ironically, just two doors down from Leon’s.

Extremely tempting.

"And here... is my room," you said, stepping inside, suddenly feeling self-conscious about showing him such a personal space.

“Pretty messy,” Leon said, finally cracking a small smile.

“Just like I imagined.”

You let out a nervous laugh, your cheeks warming.

“It’s not always like this... just... today.”

You rushed to straighten a few things, but honestly, he’d already seen enough to get the idea.

“I get it. You’re probably tired of cleaning this place all day,” he said, still wearing that faint smile.

His tone had softened.

A relief, even if just temporary.

You relaxed a little.

But the tension still lingered—like the version of Leon from earlier was waiting to return.

You turned toward him, trying not to get lost in his eyes.

You took a deep breath, steadying your nerves.

You couldn’t keep letting the questions eat you up inside.

Leon stood near the window, face neutral again.

Professional.

“Leon…” you began, your voice softer than usual.

“About what happened… in the cabin.”

He turned to face you quickly, the smile gone in an instant.

Just like that, the wall came back up.

“I…” he started, but paused.

Just that hesitation was enough to make your heart sink.

He looked like he was searching for the right words—

Or maybe just trying to pull away from the moment entirely.

“We can’t talk about that,” he said firmly.

His blue eyes looked far away again, like he was pushing the memory out of his mind completely.

“It was wrong. I… I shouldn’t have let it happen, (Y/N).”

Just hearing him say it made your chest ache.

You swallowed hard, trying to stay calm.

He sounded so certain—so final.

But part of you still wanted him to be honest.

Really honest.

You wanted to know what that moment had meant to him.

“But… Leon, I just want to understand…” you started, but he cut you off, raising his hand.

“Please,” he said, his tone darker now. “Don’t tell anyone. Don’t bring it up. We can’t let it interfere with what we need to do now. I need you... okay.”

You went quiet, stunned.

The way he said it—like it was something that needed to be erased, something that never happened—

It hurt more than you wanted to admit.

“I just... I thought it was something real, Leon,” you murmured, your voice trembling.

“But it feels like, to you, it was just a mistake.”

Leon didn’t respond right away.

He shook his head, like he was struggling with something inside himself.

Finally, he said:

“I know what you’re thinking, (Y/N)... but please. Don’t—don’t make me talk about this again. We can’t keep going back to it. It’s not what we need right now.”

The silence between you felt thick, suffocating.

You swallowed around the lump forming in your throat.

You wanted to understand.

You needed to.

But it felt like Leon had already decided for the both of you.

“Okay…” you said quietly, forcing a tiny, fake smile.

“I won’t bring it up again. Don’t worry.”

But deep down, you knew you couldn’t just pretend it didn’t happen.

You couldn’t erase it.

Not like he could.

The days passed with a strange kind of normalcy.

Things between you were weird—but there wasn’t much you could do.

You wanted Leon as your bodyguard.

Well, now you had him.

And you had to live with it.

He was always around whenever you went out, eyes constantly scanning, always on edge like something could go wrong at any second.

Sometimes, he even had to shove people away—fans who recognized you and got too close.

You went back to college.

Classes every day.

Leon tagging along, waiting in the hallway or just outside the building to drive you home.

Definitely an easier gig than what he was used to.

Between fighting bio-weapons and babysitting you, the second option was clearly the quieter one.

Two weeks had gone by since Leon had started working for you.

You’d talk sometimes—about random stuff, nothing serious.

But it was rare.

It was past midnight now.

You lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about him again.

That damn day in the cabin.

The memory wouldn’t leave you alone.

Part of you wanted to regret it—

But let’s not lie to yourself.

It was the best thing that happened during those three hellish days.

You remembered it vividly.

The way his hard cock pressed up against your back inside that tiny wardrobe..

The way you dropped to your knees and sucked him off until he came in your mouth.

Fuck—

You could still remember the taste.

And it was good.

You couldn’t deny that.

You wanted more.

And deep down...

You knew Leon did too,

even if he’d never admit it.

You glanced at yourself in the mirror one last time, trying to collect your scattered thoughts.

What you were about to do felt insane—but something inside you needed it.

With a deep breath, you opened your bedroom door and crept quietly down the hallway.

Each step felt heavier than the last.

When you reached Leon’s door, you hesitated…

Then knocked three times.

“Leon?”

Your voice came out lower than expected—but steady.

Silence.

A few seconds passed before you heard soft footsteps on the other side.

The door opened slowly.

Leon stood there—his usual serious expression now edged with caution.

“(Y/N)? What are you doing here?”

His voice was calm but tight, like he already knew what this was about.

You stared at him.

He was only wearing gray sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt.

His arms crossed. His stance guarded.

His expression unreadable.

“I… I need to talk to you,” you said, swallowing hard.

He didn’t move at first. Then he stepped aside, motioning you in.

“Alright. But make it quick. It’s late.”

You walked into his room—it was plain, even more minimal than yours.

But that didn’t matter.

None of it did.

He closed the door behind you, staying near it, still standing. Still waiting.

“I just… I don’t know what’s going on between us, Leon,” you began, your voice shaky.

“Ever since that day, you’ve been avoiding me, and... I can’t keep pretending it’s not driving me insane.”

He didn’t speak at first.

His face remained unreadable, and when he finally did answer, his voice was low. Barely above a whisper.

“It’s not what you think, kid...

What happened between us—it was a mistake.

I let my guard down.

And now... now we move on.”

The words hit like a punch to the gut.

“I can’t just forget, Leon,” you said, your voice trembling.

“I can’t pretend it didn’t happen.”

He stepped a little closer, but still kept his distance.

“I know how you feel,” he said quietly.

“But we can’t do this. I’m your bodyguard. That’s what matters now. We can’t let this—whatever it is—get in the way.”

You clenched your jaw, trying to hold yourself together, but frustration was building.

“You think it’s easy for me? I don’t even know what’s real anymore.

This can’t be just about the job, Leon. I…”

Your voice cracked.

You closed your eyes, taking a breath.

Leon exhaled slowly, shutting his eyes too like he was trying to keep himself from snapping. Or slipping.

“I can’t let this turn into something worse,” he said.

“I have a job to do. You need to understand that. We can’t keep doing this. Please… just don’t bring it up again.”

The silence that followed was heavy.

Crackling.

Everything felt like it was about to boil over.

Then, when he opened his eyes and looked at you again—

There was something new in them.

Still serious.

But darker.

Hungrier.

And that was all it took.

You stepped forward. Slowly. Carefully.

You placed your hand gently on his chest—your touch trembling but intentional.

“Leon… I want you,” you whispered.

“I can’t stop thinking about you…”

You looked up at him, voice soft, lashes low.

Your other hand rose, trailing lightly over the fabric of his shirt—down his chest, then over the firmness of his stomach.

“I know you want me too…

I know you liked that day just as much as I did.”

“Fuck, kid… you’re just making this harder for both of us,” he muttered, trying to pull away—but not really trying.

“I knew what you wanted the moment you asked me to be your bodyguard.

You just wanted to be close enough to seduce me again…”

His voice had shifted—darker now, rougher, with a low growl buried under the words.

“Yeah? Well, you knew—and still said yes.

Says more about you than me, Leon.”

His eyes darkened.

In a flash, he grabbed your wrists—tight enough to sting—and shoved you back onto the bed.

He forced your knee to bend, making you collapse onto the mattress.

You gasped, caught off guard by the sudden aggression—

But then a smile slowly crept across your lips.

“Shit… you’re gonna get me in so much trouble, baby…” he groaned, his voice thick with lust.

His eyes dropped from your lips to your neck and collarbone, lingering.

Before he could second guess himself, you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him flush against you.

"Please... I get so turned on everytime just looking at you... I’m tired of touching myself thinking about you..." you confessed, your voice coming out more whiny than you meant to.

“Oh yeah? You mean you fantasize about me when you're alone?” Leon asked, his grip on your wrists loosening a little as a slight smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

“And what do I do with you in these fantasies of yours?” He releases one of your wrists and then slips his hand inside your shirt, touching your warm, sensitive skin.

“Why don't you stop asking questions and find out right now?” You said, squeezing your legs tighter around his waist, rubbing your ass against Leon's crotch; you could already feel his hard cock straining against the fabric of his pants.

He gives you one last little smile before lowering his face to yours, in a hungry, needy kiss, his tongue tangling with yours, the light, minty taste spreading through your mouth.

He breaks the kiss only to lower his lips to your neck, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses, licking and sucking, not too hard, so as not to risk leaving a mark.

“Damn, you're fucking irresistible!” He said, his voice thick with arousal, a little breathless

“I want to fuck you so much right now...make you moan on my cock” he said, trailing his kisses down to your collarbone and the beginning of your chest.

He got off you only to take off his t-shirt, throwing it on the floor and leaving those defined muscles in your sight... his body was perfect, although he had a few battle scars, but that only made him sexier.

He took off his pants along with his underwear, his cock jutting free, slapping against his abs, hard with the tip already glistening with pre-cum.

You let out a surprised sigh at his rapid movements, just watching the show he was giving you.

“Fuck, I'd forgotten how big your cock was...” you said, letting out a nasal laugh.

Leon just replied with a smirk, approaching you again, pulling you to stand in front of him

“Let me help you with these clothes,” he said, already pulling your shirt up by the hem, easily slipping it off your torso, leaving your skin exposed to him.

Leon moved to stand behind you, his larger figure shadowing yours. He began kissing the back of your neck, trailing kisses down your back as he lowered himself until he was finally kneeling behind you.

With one swift movement, he pulled down your shorts along with your underwear, leaving your ass completely exposed. You let out a moan of surprise, but did nothing to

stop him.

He made you bend over the bed, and then began kissing your buttocks, oscillating between kisses, licks and light bites, as you let out thick moans of pleasure

He opened your ass with his hands only to expose your sensitive hole, which contracted with the icy air.

Without warning, Leon buried his mouth there, licking as he held each buttock tightly, savoring its unique flavor

It was an overwhelming sensation, and you could barely hold back, your cock already rock hard, rubbing against the sheets of Leon's bed, wet with pre-cum, you held on tight, trying your best not to make a sound, until you couldn't take it anymore.

"Leon,... please, fuck me, now..." your voice came out breathless and whimpering, literally begging.

Leon turned you onto your stomach and then stood over you, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before pulling your legs up, letting them rest on his shoulders.

"Have you... had sex before?"

He asked, as he teased you, spreading pre-cum on your entrance

"Um...not sex, but...that doesn't mean...my ass is exactly virgin, if you know what I mean..." you said, blushing slightly at your own confession

He let out a low, husky laugh. "Good then... that makes things easier for both of us..."

He placed the head of his cock at your entrance, and began to push slowly into you...it burned slightly at first, but as you were already well trained, it was considerably easier, the head of his cock went in, and then he kept pushing, a slight sting spreading through the place, you bit your lower lip hard trying to hold back a moan

When he finally buried himself all the way in, you let out a sigh, while letting little moans escape.

Leon leaned towards you and captured one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking slowly, the sensation of his tongue playing with your nipple made your entrance relax more, and your cock harden even more

After you got used to the invading length inside you, you gave Leon the green light and then he started to move, almost pulling out of you completely and then pushing back in, slowly, almost as if he was torturing you.

"Can you go faster now... please?" you asked in a vulnerable, almost pleading voice.

He gradually increased the speed, while kissing you, swallowing your moans of pleasure, you lowered your hand to his aching cock and began to jerk, Leon's cock hitting just the right spot inside you to drive you wild

Leon broke the kiss and when he noticed you touching yourself, he increased the speed even more, determined to make you come

"That's it... keep it up, I want to see you covered in your own cum before I fill your tight little hole..." he said in a husky voice, holding your waist tight enough to leave a mark.

You were almost at your climax, leon was pounding into you so hard that the sound of skin hitting skin could be heard throughout the room, you let out a moan that was a little too loud, then leon pressed his hand against your mouth

“Shh, quiet!” He said, panting heavily, and slowed down briefly, only to pick up again the next second.

You kept jerking faster with each thrust Leon gave you, your eyes rolled back as you finally climaxed, spurt after spurt of cum painting your belly and chest white, your whole body softened, while you still felt Leon fucking you hard and brutally.

He pushed all the way in one last time before pulling you into a deep kiss as he came... you could feel his cock pulsing inside you, that hot liquid splashing around inside your guts

He broke the kiss but still held you close, his cock still buried inside you and half-hard.

He was panting and squinting, his breath hot against your face, his sweat dripping on you, and the unmistakable smell of sex in the air.

"Fuck that was so good... you did so well..." he praised, giving you a quick kiss on the forehead before pulling out of you, his cum dripping out of your abused hole as Leon watched.

"But now... we need to clean you up and you need to go back to your room..." he said, gently pulling you by the hand, making you sit on the edge of the bed