“mhm,” you nod slowly, attention running back to the deer. 

“by the way you’re squeezing my arm, i was bound to wake up.” 

instantly, your grip lightens, hand detaching and he’s left cold. he grunts. 

“i didn’t say let go,” he rasps, taking your hand back to now rest on the side of his face.  “why aren’t you looking at me?” 

“there’s a deer,” you bluntly state, leon’s focus moving from your breasts spilling from your nightgown to the window across the room behind him. 

the silhouette of the animal firstly seen as a shadow on the curtains before its stumbling closer to the window, and finally — just stares. chewing on a beautifully bloomed head of lettuce slowly, dauntingly. almost like it’s taunting you about ruling over your garden. 

“it’s fucking staring.” 

leon now understood why you were so rattled early in the morning, pink lips blowing a raspberry in attempt to keep himself from laughing in your face, knowing you get sensitive about lots of things. 

“baby, it won’t hurt you.” 

“no, but it’s g’na hurt my crops,” the tonality of it comes out whiny and panicked. “what if it’s still infected? my whole garden will die, leon!” 

“it won’t, trust me.” 

the sudden absence of his hard arm swiftly finds its way to the vintage nightstand, clearing his throat subtly before you see the reflection of a silver revolver, sunlight hitting against it to amplify its pristine appearance. he takes good care of his weapons, even takes personal time out of his day tending to them. watching in fear as he fully sits on the edge of the bed, you’re met with the broad vastness of his back. scars etched into tan skin over the years, some on his shoulders trickling down to his rough hips. 

the bare of his ass quickly takes view when he stands up, sheets departed and he’s turning around with stringent focus on his gun without a care in a world that his dick is in your face. weighed down by its own heaviness, and girth . . not like you haven’t seen it before. 

“you’re g’na kill it?!” screeching, you jolt your body up in panic, pretzel crossing. 

“you want it away, yeah?” his voice is gruffer as he cocks the gun, scratching the good parts of your brain at an unfair time. 

swallowing, you detest. “i . . don’t think so. i mean, what if it’s not infected? that means you killed an innocent lil’ baby,” you pout. 

“then i’ll scare it, baby. someone else will take care of it. i won’t do somethin’ that’ll upset you,” leon’s clear, tone firmer with age. “i’d like the crops to live long so you can keep makin’ my belly full.” 

a gentle smile etched its way back onto your face, cupping it with both palms before sinking into them cheekily, keeping your focus on him. “it’s funny you say that because i had a dream about baking shepard’s pie, and you demolished it. laid around all day like a old man.” 

leon chuckles, and it’s gravely, eyes floating to the grayish stubble he’s acquired over time, the wrinkled corners of his eyes crinkling when he laughs. “i am an old man.” 

“a sexy one,” you reply, nodding to overshadow the denial that paints over his face almost instantaneous.

“go tidy yourself while i handle operation bambi,” leon grunts, searching to find a pair of boxers before he’s heading down the hall of your creaky, old timely home. 

leaving him to handle the situation, you catch yourself taking a deep breath before finally rolling out of bed to draw a steamy hot shower. wanting to get your daily duties done since this was an interesting start to a sunday morning. there’s a few things that needed tending to today, one was your garden, but now that bambi triggered your anxiety, you wanted to avoid being outside at all costs. 

meeting leon in a defenseless moment in time only six years ago programmed you to rely on him for protection. never being the one that was into guns or combat. being alone during an outbreak, hiding and praying for a savior was one of the most traumatizing experiences of your life. and it made you eternally grateful to the love of your life. 

trying to adapt to your new lives together was scary, but refreshing. it gave you moments you’ve never had together unforgettable. knowing that he was in your corner made you feel safer, even when instances like this happen. leon knows you’d never want to involve yourself in violence, any act of killing or harming anything was revolting to you. it’s indeed the point of survival these days, but it was never in your agenda to become something you weren’t. maybe you were a damsel in distress, but with a man like him who allowed you to be, there’s really no reason to argue on it. 

the sound of your bare feet padding along the checkered tile of your beautiful 1920s styled kitchen resounds in the quiet home. it was evident that leon had welcomed himself to a beer early in the morning since an empty glass of corona sat by the sink with his bottle opener, and the two bent caps. biting back your tongue about him not throwing it in the trash can, knowing how tidy you liked your kitchen, you toss them. finding your coffee machine to get something brewing so breakfast could be prepared. switching on the radio to hear any current breaking news. 

leon liked to spend his mornings sitting on the porch sipping bear and smoking cigarettes. which reminds you, he also left those out, tapping your nails along the yellow tile of the countertops, contemplating on taking a drag for yourself. and, you do. flicking the silver engraved lighter to get it started, inhaling and puffing out almost to rid the uneasiness you still felt. it’s so weird how something so small could discombobulate you. in a sense, you didn’t take anything happening in this world lightly, it implemented deeper anxiety than before, struggling with it hard enough. it worries you that you might not ever shake that fear of everything going wrong all over again. that something could happen to leon, your home, or you. 

it’s only been a year of restoring society, so these feelings are warranted. something he reminds you of daily. sometimes you feel like a burden when it came to your emotions, but he always reassures that he’s willing to sacrifice anything for your happiness. the love is reciprocated, he knows, he feels that in the way you speak to him, touch him, and be with him. it’s not another call of duty for him to maintain, it’s a privilege and his own act of showing he loves you too. 

thoughts running wild, the cigarette that sits between your fingers is plucked out from your husband who now stands beside you, burly, toned body towering over your own. his stare is strong, grayish green eyes giving an almost scolding look saying that he’s not too happy with you smoking. which, isn’t a new thing. you just refused to listen. 

suddenly realizing, but he’s freshly showered. smelling strong of the homemade goat milk soap you’d made, now changed into dark washed jeans and a tight black t-shirt. the outline of the revolver tucked underneath into his belt. he must’ve used the outdoor shower behind the shed, a little touch to the land you both took ownership over. the cigarette was practically gone, leon catching it before it burned your skin. you must’ve zoned out for a while. 

leon blinks, stubbing the bud into an ashtray. “i told you about smoking this shit. it’s not good.” 

blinking slowly, your lips roll inwardly, eyes giving him the cutest softness of a sorry he’d ever seen. it makes his chest burn. what’s worse is you’re wearing his favorite color on you; yellow. the same color on damn near this entire kitchen, and you matched it well. butter capris accentuating your wide hips and plump ass gorgeously along with a simple white tube top. hair flowing around your brown skin in angelic curls. his abdomen burns now, aching below the belt.  

“just wanted to try it again. haven’t done it in a while,” you respond sheepishly. 

“the first time you did it, it was because you were having mental breakdown about your sourdough not fermenting properly. what’s it now?” 

the silence overtakes for a moment while your hands get busy, pouring yourself a mug of coffee, the steam encapsulating your face. “is the deer gone?” 

“it’s handled,” he’s switching to press his back to the fridge, crossing his buff arms and studying you. 

“so it was infected?” 

“unfortunately, but it only got to the lettuce and cucumbers. we can get those back together, sweetheart. don’t you worry.” 

as comforting as his words of hope were, the unfortunate reality of it all continued to weigh you down. leon notices the clear dissociation you’d sustained since this morning. the ball in his throat jumps as he swallows, jaw clenching before he reaches for your hand to get your attention back, knowing you were going to ignore your own feelings by not talking to him and distracting yourself with cooking and baking all day. because you’ll do that. 

“c’mere, 𐔌❤︎ ꣓.”

whenever he said your name it always felt like a scolding was coming, or a serious conversation. it was nerve wracking to hear your own name come from him outside of pet names he’d accustomed himself with addressing you as. so used to hearing it in a state of survival outside. the band on his ring finger matched yours when he pulled you closer, smaller frame stumbling in front of him as he uses a bit of force, chest falling on his before he’s dropping a heavy palm on your ass before squeezing a couple times to get you to smile. 

and even better, you giggle, and he feels slightly better. 

“i set something up outside, let’s go.” 

clueless, brows furrow as he pulls you past the squeaky backyard door, lifting you up to carry since you didn’t have your slippers nearby, leading towards the remodeled shed you’d use mostly for movie nights or picnics. you’d wrap your legs around his waist, face growing hot when you feel the gun in his jeans press against your mound, clutching your arms tighter around his neck and ignoring the sudden sensation.

inside, there’s the usual set up of furniture, old books, vhs tapes, a bunch of collectors items on top of leon’s stationary for his weapons, tools, etcetera. he puts you down, and by the long field that leads out to the river, you spot sticks planted into the ground with said contaminated vegetables that bambi munched on earlier. 

“. . leon?” 

beginning to question where this was going, you scoot down to stand on your own, seeing an assortment of bullets and some guns prepped to be used.

“y’know, i been thinkin’ a lot about how i wish i would’ve done things differently when it came to teaching you how to protect yourself,” he starts, feet thumping heavily as he walks over to the wooden table to grab a couple of bullets.

“i never had a problem with you relying on me for that aspect, of course not. but baby, i really think it’s time you face your fears. you have to learn how to defend yourself without me. because say i’m not here one day—”

“please . . don’t talk like that,” rubbing your own arms, you hug yourself at the horrible possibility. 

“hypothetically, if i cannot be in your presence to protect you, what are you going to do? stand there and get hurt? die?” leon is stern as he speaks, chest immediately tightening from it. “yes, the world is in a process of healing, but you’re still scared and you ignore it instead of fixing it. nothing will change if you don’t try.”

“what if i freeze and can’t remember what you taught me? i don’t have the same ability you do to shut off your brain and defend myself.” 

“my brain runs rampant every time, trust me,” he says, lifting his shirt to take hold of the gun. “it never shuts up, but i work with it knowing i have to stand my ground. you can’t let your mind fuck you over in a situation where your adrenalines high and you need to stay focus.” 

“i believe you. it’s just scary. you know how hard being out there was for me. i’m not confident enough,” you admit, and leon sighs, knowing that.  

“it will come naturally the more you practice, which is why i set this shooting range up for you. we’ll try to do this every day until you’re comfortable enough, then we’ll head out to the city. together. okay, baby?” 

the city. somewhere you’ve been avoiding ever since leon rescued you. just hearing that made your heart palpitate. 

“okay.” 

“need you t’tell me you understand me, it’s not an easy task,” leon’s firm, grabbing your hand to set the gun in your palm. 

swallowing, and tightening your grip, you proceed to take a well needed deep breath, and nod. “yes, i understand.” 

“good girl, spread out,” leon shifts his head in the direction he wants you to walk. 

dragging your feet almost, he leads as you follow, now standing under the sun and shakily aiming the weapon towards the targets, waiting for his instructions. leon stands behind you, breath on your neck when he lowers his face by your ear, hot, calloused hands trailing down your smooth arms before clasping them over your own on the gun. 

“breathe, 𐔌❤︎ ꣓. they’re just veggies,” he makes a joke which happens to relieve you a bit more, realizing how silly your anxiety was making you. “check the safety like this, make sure it’s off before you shoot. it’s gotta heavy cock-back, so you’re g’na feel the energy through your arms goin’ up to your shoulders. hold it tight. aim as if you’re looking through it with your own eyes, but don’t have it too close to your pretty face.” 

nodding along to his instructions, you can’t help the twist in your abdomen as he guides you along with every word he spews, hands staying midair when he takes it from you to demonstrate, watching the veins in his arms protrude and the heat you feel from his breath on your skin makes you whimper silently. 

he hears it, biting back a grin.

“remind yourself to stay calculated. think about why you’re doing it, and who for. what you need to come back home to. me.”

that last bit was aggressive, like he meant it with every serious part of his body, though he’s always serious. leon’s shifting closer, helping you reposition the gun to get ready. the stubble on his face grazed your cheek, and the bulge in his jeans pressed deep against the shape of your ass. swallowing, you try your best to concentrate. 

“c’mon, finger on the trigger. you got it, sweetie.” 

his encouragement softened the stress swimming through your bones, pointing your weapon to a rotten head of lettuce before making the first blow. squinting your eyes at first, nearly shutting them. its loud, rings in your ears actually. to think you’d be accustomed to the sound of a gunshot by now, it still startles you when the bullet goes flying out rapidly and hits only the stick that the vegetable sits on, bending forward and falling into the grass. 

“too low, try again.” 

“hold on to me . . for balance.” 

“i got you,” leon reassures, shifting your hips so you’re standing correctly while rubbing on them, massaging into sensitive tissue that heightens the pulsating you’ve been trying to ignore between your legs. the heat that pools into your stomach was worsening. “gimme another.”

blowing a raspberry, this time you squeeze just one eye closed when shooting, shoulders jolting back and squealing in panic when the bullet hits the river instead.

“oh no! what if i hit a fishy?” the whine is pure upset, leon shaking his head, a chuckle flowing out.

“then i guess we’re having fried fish for dinner,” another joke, his usual.

that nearly frustrates you in ten point zero seconds, rolling your eyes. you can’t do this.

“distract me.”

“that’s not g’na help you. if you don’t maintain focus, you’re g’na miss it again. shut your mind off.”

“then help me shut it off. if i think too much, i’ll only get more nervous,” you chew on your lip, shifting your ass back as a clear understanding of the type of distraction you needed. it’s the only method you could think of.

leon raises a thick brow, “you wanna be touched?”

“yes,” it comes out nearly exasperated, twisting in your spot, hands steady. 

“where?” leon’s humming gruffly before you feel his hands on your hips, his touch instantly making you moan. he already knew where, just wanted to hear you say it. 

“everywhere.” 

with no time wasted, his thumbs hook into either side of the band of your capris before tugging them down along with the white lace of your panties, letting them sit just mid-thigh. from what he could tell, you’re soaked, he could even smell it, smoothing his palm over your belly before resting on the mound of your pussy, tapping his fingers gently over your sticky, hidden clit between puffy lips.

“y’trying to get out of this?” leon taunts, slapping your pussy harder this time with more fingers and a slight force from his palm. 

“no, just need your help,” whining, you feel his hand move behind you, spreading your legs further apart. then, he’s sinking two stubby middle fingers into you, curving them upward and watching you crumble, rocking your hips down on his hand as your pussy sucks them in tight.

“shoot the fucking gun, 𐔌❤︎ ꣓.”

now he’s pent up, leon’s mouth encapsulating your neck, one touch from him vibrates everywhere on your body, licking your neck with his fat tongue, and biting gently with white teeth. unable to stop moving, you’re too caught up in how good his fingers feel fucking you right now, thrusting while his palm plops against your skin.

“do as i say.”

“fuckk, o-okay,” pulling the trigger again, the shot rings loud once more, the bullet only grazing a cucumber and you pout sadly.

“i need more,” you plead weakly, nearly helpless. 

the unravel of his belt is what makes your skin prickle, your clit throb, and your heart jump in anticipation. the heaviness of his dick on your ass cheek he pats it against a couple times — hard, begging for you since this morning. it’s leaking precum, a blush pink stout head and girthy length twitching from impatience. you’ve made him dangerously needy. 

“leon, please.” 

he doesn’t say anything more, clutching your neck in his hand tightly as his stubble scratches your cheek, a rough kiss pressing on your temple before his dick fills you up, splitting open your pussy over the thickness he possesses. 

“try again, make me proud or we’re g’na be here all night ‘til you get it right,” leon grunts in your face, slowly grinding his hips roughly so you could feel every filthy inch. 

achingly, you sway your hips along with him erotically slow, the sight alone making his balls jump, hands groping your flesh as if you’d slip through. the slickness of your pussy like music to his ears in the quiet, secluded field. 

trembling, you inhale, his dick sinking further inside before he’s thrusting steadily, hearing how wet you were and his gravely voice behind you, encouraging you, taking care of you. he’ll only get sterner if you keep avoiding the target. 

one more shot is all it takes for you to finally hit an object, calming yourself and training your eye to see the goal, steadying your breathing and practicing what he said over and over again in your head. excitement flows through you like a shot of liquor, squeaking in happiness, bouncing on your tippy toes, practically forgetting that his dick was seven inches buried in. 

“i did it!” the wave of accomplishment continues to enrapture you, leon’s eyes dark and intense on you.

“good fuckin’ job, baby. good girl,” the words rush out in heated praise, the infatuation brewing. 

“can i do one more?” batting your lashes, you try to face him but he doesn’t budge, locking you still. 

“daddy wants your pussy,” leon’s tone is instant rejection, unable to wait any longer now. you’d gotten him riled up, now he needed that to be handled. tightening his hand on your neck, he’s fucking you a little harder, dick sliding in and out of your sluice pussy lewdly, choking on your own air. “let me have it like i want it.” 

“take it, s’your pussy,” nodding dizzily, you drop the gun into the grass, stumbling along with it as leon forces you down onto the ground faster than you could comprehend. 

leon’s grip felt bruising, raising your ass up to his sharp groin as you press your face onto the back of your palm to keep it from being touched by nature, nails clawing into the grass. his brown hair falls over his eyes, the muscles in his shirt rippling, tongue dripping saliva onto his dick in a nasty spit — not for lubricant, just to have another part of him claiming you. 

it’s nasty how hard he fucks you, hiking one foot up as he clutches the back of your neck to keep you shoved down, his jeans sitting at his waist before his cock slams back into you, pushing you down and fucking you hard. his hips clash with your soft ass that pounces back against him, your eyes rolling back and your screams echoing in the field.  

“you’re so sexy while you’re getting fucked deep,” leon growls, his pace relentless, dropping his dick into you unwavering, juices coating the cock that fills you up. 

“you’re hitting it s-sooo good,” dragging out your gasps, you whine as he spanks your ass hard, leaving a tasty sting to linger. it’s blurry all around, entire body shaking from pleasure as tears begin to pour from their sockets, and your pussy gushes and splatters. “o-ohmygod—leonn!” 

“knew you had it in you, baby. i’m so fucking proud of you. keep taking it, there you go, gorgeous,” the praise continues to succumb you further into orgasming, the build up strong in your tummy the harder he pounds, drunkenly rocking back to chase that high. 

“thank youuu,” whining, voice stuttering. “ooo-fuck, thank you.”

“daddy’s g’na cum,” his voice cracks, groaning into your neck he lets go as he drops his weight fully onto you, pushing your entire body flat as he begins to grind almost feral-like. “fuck, you’re good to me. she’s fucking good to me, baby.”

“unh shit, cum in mee. pleasee fill me up,” the tone in your voice grows desperate, rolling your hips even though he’s got you trapped underneath him, adding pleasure to your sweet spot, nearly drooling as you struggle. “leon!”

“i hear you. ssss, i hear you— fuck!”

now he’s pushing himself up, planting his hands by either side of your head and slamming his hips harder against your ass, gruff voice tiring out, the heat he carries in his body that’s twice as big as yours warps around you along with his scent. he makes you dizzy.

“cummin’, baby!” thighs drenched in your arousal, you scream out into his hand that covers your mouth, pounding into you even harder as you cum around his dick and he’s filling you up with warm, heavy cum.

“babyyyy!” sobbing loudly with tears, your body continues to twitch as you feel your orgasm intensely, gasping in increments while he tongue your mouth to taste you, gulping down your moans and kissing you passionately.

leon trails his lips from your mouth to your neck which he bites again, leading down to your spine and inching his dick out so he could lick you up. lifting your lower body, a hand spanking your ass on both sides before his big mouth covers your entire cunt, sucking on your clit and tonguing your entrance. reaching behind you in shock, you tangle your fingers through his hair.

“l-leon, wait—”

“we taste good mixed together,” he hisses, slapping your ass again before kissing all around your ass cheeks and inner thighs. “mmm, i love you. love how we taste.”

that makes your face hot, burying it into your shoulders. “i love you.”

“let’s get inside, we’ll practice again tomorrow. same method?”

giggling, you nod. “same method.”

“copy. now, how’s about that shepard’s pie?”

“mhm,” you nod slowly, attention running back to the deer. 

“by the way you’re squeezing my arm, i was bound to wake up.” 

instantly, your grip lightens, hand detaching and he’s left cold. he grunts. 

“i didn’t say let go,” he rasps, taking your hand back to now rest on the side of his face.  “why aren’t you looking at me?” 

“there’s a deer,” you bluntly state, leon’s focus moving from your breasts spilling from your nightgown to the window across the room behind him. 

the silhouette of the animal firstly seen as a shadow on the curtains before its stumbling closer to the window, and finally — just stares. chewing on a beautifully bloomed head of lettuce slowly, dauntingly. almost like it’s taunting you about ruling over your garden. 

“it’s fucking staring.” 

leon now understood why you were so rattled early in the morning, pink lips blowing a raspberry in attempt to keep himself from laughing in your face, knowing you get sensitive about lots of things. 

“baby, it won’t hurt you.” 

“no, but it’s g’na hurt my crops,” the tonality of it comes out whiny and panicked. “what if it’s still infected? my whole garden will die, leon!” 

“it won’t, trust me.” 

the sudden absence of his hard arm swiftly finds its way to the vintage nightstand, clearing his throat subtly before you see the reflection of a silver revolver, sunlight hitting against it to amplify its pristine appearance. he takes good care of his weapons, even takes personal time out of his day tending to them. watching in fear as he fully sits on the edge of the bed, you’re met with the broad vastness of his back. scars etched into tan skin over the years, some on his shoulders trickling down to his rough hips. 

the bare of his ass quickly takes view when he stands up, sheets departed and he’s turning around with stringent focus on his gun without a care in a world that his dick is in your face. weighed down by its own heaviness, and girth . . not like you haven’t seen it before. 

“you’re g’na kill it?!” screeching, you jolt your body up in panic, pretzel crossing. 

“you want it away, yeah?” his voice is gruffer as he cocks the gun, scratching the good parts of your brain at an unfair time. 

swallowing, you detest. “i . . don’t think so. i mean, what if it’s not infected? that means you killed an innocent lil’ baby,” you pout. 

“then i’ll scare it, baby. someone else will take care of it. i won’t do somethin’ that’ll upset you,” leon’s clear, tone firmer with age. “i’d like the crops to live long so you can keep makin’ my belly full.” 

a gentle smile etched its way back onto your face, cupping it with both palms before sinking into them cheekily, keeping your focus on him. “it’s funny you say that because i had a dream about baking shepard’s pie, and you demolished it. laid around all day like a old man.” 

leon chuckles, and it’s gravely, eyes floating to the grayish stubble he’s acquired over time, the wrinkled corners of his eyes crinkling when he laughs. “i am an old man.” 

“a sexy one,” you reply, nodding to overshadow the denial that paints over his face almost instantaneous.

“go tidy yourself while i handle operation bambi,” leon grunts, searching to find a pair of boxers before he’s heading down the hall of your creaky, old timely home. 

leaving him to handle the situation, you catch yourself taking a deep breath before finally rolling out of bed to draw a steamy hot shower. wanting to get your daily duties done since this was an interesting start to a sunday morning. there’s a few things that needed tending to today, one was your garden, but now that bambi triggered your anxiety, you wanted to avoid being outside at all costs. 

meeting leon in a defenseless moment in time only six years ago programmed you to rely on him for protection. never being the one that was into guns or combat. being alone during an outbreak, hiding and praying for a savior was one of the most traumatizing experiences of your life. and it made you eternally grateful to the love of your life. 

trying to adapt to your new lives together was scary, but refreshing. it gave you moments you’ve never had together unforgettable. knowing that he was in your corner made you feel safer, even when instances like this happen. leon knows you’d never want to involve yourself in violence, any act of killing or harming anything was revolting to you. it’s indeed the point of survival these days, but it was never in your agenda to become something you weren’t. maybe you were a damsel in distress, but with a man like him who allowed you to be, there’s really no reason to argue on it. 

the sound of your bare feet padding along the checkered tile of your beautiful 1920s styled kitchen resounds in the quiet home. it was evident that leon had welcomed himself to a beer early in the morning since an empty glass of corona sat by the sink with his bottle opener, and the two bent caps. biting back your tongue about him not throwing it in the trash can, knowing how tidy you liked your kitchen, you toss them. finding your coffee machine to get something brewing so breakfast could be prepared. switching on the radio to hear any current breaking news. 

leon liked to spend his mornings sitting on the porch sipping bear and smoking cigarettes. which reminds you, he also left those out, tapping your nails along the yellow tile of the countertops, contemplating on taking a drag for yourself. and, you do. flicking the silver engraved lighter to get it started, inhaling and puffing out almost to rid the uneasiness you still felt. it’s so weird how something so small could discombobulate you. in a sense, you didn’t take anything happening in this world lightly, it implemented deeper anxiety than before, struggling with it hard enough. it worries you that you might not ever shake that fear of everything going wrong all over again. that something could happen to leon, your home, or you. 

it’s only been a year of restoring society, so these feelings are warranted. something he reminds you of daily. sometimes you feel like a burden when it came to your emotions, but he always reassures that he’s willing to sacrifice anything for your happiness. the love is reciprocated, he knows, he feels that in the way you speak to him, touch him, and be with him. it’s not another call of duty for him to maintain, it’s a privilege and his own act of showing he loves you too. 

thoughts running wild, the cigarette that sits between your fingers is plucked out from your husband who now stands beside you, burly, toned body towering over your own. his stare is strong, grayish green eyes giving an almost scolding look saying that he’s not too happy with you smoking. which, isn’t a new thing. you just refused to listen. 

suddenly realizing, but he’s freshly showered. smelling strong of the homemade goat milk soap you’d made, now changed into dark washed jeans and a tight black t-shirt. the outline of the revolver tucked underneath into his belt. he must’ve used the outdoor shower behind the shed, a little touch to the land you both took ownership over. the cigarette was practically gone, leon catching it before it burned your skin. you must’ve zoned out for a while. 

leon blinks, stubbing the bud into an ashtray. “i told you about smoking this shit. it’s not good.” 

blinking slowly, your lips roll inwardly, eyes giving him the cutest softness of a sorry he’d ever seen. it makes his chest burn. what’s worse is you’re wearing his favorite color on you; yellow. the same color on damn near this entire kitchen, and you matched it well. butter capris accentuating your wide hips and plump ass gorgeously along with a simple white tube top. hair flowing around your brown skin in angelic curls. his abdomen burns now, aching below the belt.  

“just wanted to try it again. haven’t done it in a while,” you respond sheepishly. 

“the first time you did it, it was because you were having mental breakdown about your sourdough not fermenting properly. what’s it now?” 

the silence overtakes for a moment while your hands get busy, pouring yourself a mug of coffee, the steam encapsulating your face. “is the deer gone?” 

“it’s handled,” he’s switching to press his back to the fridge, crossing his buff arms and studying you. 

“so it was infected?” 

“unfortunately, but it only got to the lettuce and cucumbers. we can get those back together, sweetheart. don’t you worry.” 

as comforting as his words of hope were, the unfortunate reality of it all continued to weigh you down. leon notices the clear dissociation you’d sustained since this morning. the ball in his throat jumps as he swallows, jaw clenching before he reaches for your hand to get your attention back, knowing you were going to ignore your own feelings by not talking to him and distracting yourself with cooking and baking all day. because you’ll do that. 

“c’mere, 𐔌❤︎ ꣓.”

whenever he said your name it always felt like a scolding was coming, or a serious conversation. it was nerve wracking to hear your own name come from him outside of pet names he’d accustomed himself with addressing you as. so used to hearing it in a state of survival outside. the band on his ring finger matched yours when he pulled you closer, smaller frame stumbling in front of him as he uses a bit of force, chest falling on his before he’s dropping a heavy palm on your ass before squeezing a couple times to get you to smile. 

and even better, you giggle, and he feels slightly better. 

“i set something up outside, let’s go.” 

clueless, brows furrow as he pulls you past the squeaky backyard door, lifting you up to carry since you didn’t have your slippers nearby, leading towards the remodeled shed you’d use mostly for movie nights or picnics. you’d wrap your legs around his waist, face growing hot when you feel the gun in his jeans press against your mound, clutching your arms tighter around his neck and ignoring the sudden sensation.

inside, there’s the usual set up of furniture, old books, vhs tapes, a bunch of collectors items on top of leon’s stationary for his weapons, tools, etcetera. he puts you down, and by the long field that leads out to the river, you spot sticks planted into the ground with said contaminated vegetables that bambi munched on earlier. 

“. . leon?” 

beginning to question where this was going, you scoot down to stand on your own, seeing an assortment of bullets and some guns prepped to be used.

“y’know, i been thinkin’ a lot about how i wish i would’ve done things differently when it came to teaching you how to protect yourself,” he starts, feet thumping heavily as he walks over to the wooden table to grab a couple of bullets.

“i never had a problem with you relying on me for that aspect, of course not. but baby, i really think it’s time you face your fears. you have to learn how to defend yourself without me. because say i’m not here one day—”

“please . . don’t talk like that,” rubbing your own arms, you hug yourself at the horrible possibility. 

“hypothetically, if i cannot be in your presence to protect you, what are you going to do? stand there and get hurt? die?” leon is stern as he speaks, chest immediately tightening from it. “yes, the world is in a process of healing, but you’re still scared and you ignore it instead of fixing it. nothing will change if you don’t try.”

“what if i freeze and can’t remember what you taught me? i don’t have the same ability you do to shut off your brain and defend myself.” 

“my brain runs rampant every time, trust me,” he says, lifting his shirt to take hold of the gun. “it never shuts up, but i work with it knowing i have to stand my ground. you can’t let your mind fuck you over in a situation where your adrenalines high and you need to stay focus.” 

“i believe you. it’s just scary. you know how hard being out there was for me. i’m not confident enough,” you admit, and leon sighs, knowing that.  

“it will come naturally the more you practice, which is why i set this shooting range up for you. we’ll try to do this every day until you’re comfortable enough, then we’ll head out to the city. together. okay, baby?” 

the city. somewhere you’ve been avoiding ever since leon rescued you. just hearing that made your heart palpitate. 

“okay.” 

“need you t’tell me you understand me, it’s not an easy task,” leon’s firm, grabbing your hand to set the gun in your palm. 

swallowing, and tightening your grip, you proceed to take a well needed deep breath, and nod. “yes, i understand.” 

“good girl, spread out,” leon shifts his head in the direction he wants you to walk. 

dragging your feet almost, he leads as you follow, now standing under the sun and shakily aiming the weapon towards the targets, waiting for his instructions. leon stands behind you, breath on your neck when he lowers his face by your ear, hot, calloused hands trailing down your smooth arms before clasping them over your own on the gun. 

“breathe, 𐔌❤︎ ꣓. they’re just veggies,” he makes a joke which happens to relieve you a bit more, realizing how silly your anxiety was making you. “check the safety like this, make sure it’s off before you shoot. it’s gotta heavy cock-back, so you’re g’na feel the energy through your arms goin’ up to your shoulders. hold it tight. aim as if you’re looking through it with your own eyes, but don’t have it too close to your pretty face.” 

nodding along to his instructions, you can’t help the twist in your abdomen as he guides you along with every word he spews, hands staying midair when he takes it from you to demonstrate, watching the veins in his arms protrude and the heat you feel from his breath on your skin makes you whimper silently. 

he hears it, biting back a grin.

“remind yourself to stay calculated. think about why you’re doing it, and who for. what you need to come back home to. me.”

that last bit was aggressive, like he meant it with every serious part of his body, though he’s always serious. leon’s shifting closer, helping you reposition the gun to get ready. the stubble on his face grazed your cheek, and the bulge in his jeans pressed deep against the shape of your ass. swallowing, you try your best to concentrate. 

“c’mon, finger on the trigger. you got it, sweetie.” 

his encouragement softened the stress swimming through your bones, pointing your weapon to a rotten head of lettuce before making the first blow. squinting your eyes at first, nearly shutting them. its loud, rings in your ears actually. to think you’d be accustomed to the sound of a gunshot by now, it still startles you when the bullet goes flying out rapidly and hits only the stick that the vegetable sits on, bending forward and falling into the grass. 

“too low, try again.” 

“hold on to me . . for balance.” 

“i got you,” leon reassures, shifting your hips so you’re standing correctly while rubbing on them, massaging into sensitive tissue that heightens the pulsating you’ve been trying to ignore between your legs. the heat that pools into your stomach was worsening. “gimme another.”

blowing a raspberry, this time you squeeze just one eye closed when shooting, shoulders jolting back and squealing in panic when the bullet hits the river instead.

“oh no! what if i hit a fishy?” the whine is pure upset, leon shaking his head, a chuckle flowing out.

“then i guess we’re having fried fish for dinner,” another joke, his usual.

that nearly frustrates you in ten point zero seconds, rolling your eyes. you can’t do this.

“distract me.”

“that’s not g’na help you. if you don’t maintain focus, you’re g’na miss it again. shut your mind off.”

“then help me shut it off. if i think too much, i’ll only get more nervous,” you chew on your lip, shifting your ass back as a clear understanding of the type of distraction you needed. it’s the only method you could think of.

leon raises a thick brow, “you wanna be touched?”

“yes,” it comes out nearly exasperated, twisting in your spot, hands steady. 

“where?” leon’s humming gruffly before you feel his hands on your hips, his touch instantly making you moan. he already knew where, just wanted to hear you say it. 

“everywhere.” 

with no time wasted, his thumbs hook into either side of the band of your capris before tugging them down along with the white lace of your panties, letting them sit just mid-thigh. from what he could tell, you’re soaked, he could even smell it, smoothing his palm over your belly before resting on the mound of your pussy, tapping his fingers gently over your sticky, hidden clit between puffy lips.

“y’trying to get out of this?” leon taunts, slapping your pussy harder this time with more fingers and a slight force from his palm. 

“no, just need your help,” whining, you feel his hand move behind you, spreading your legs further apart. then, he’s sinking two stubby middle fingers into you, curving them upward and watching you crumble, rocking your hips down on his hand as your pussy sucks them in tight.

“shoot the fucking gun, 𐔌❤︎ ꣓.”

now he’s pent up, leon’s mouth encapsulating your neck, one touch from him vibrates everywhere on your body, licking your neck with his fat tongue, and biting gently with white teeth. unable to stop moving, you’re too caught up in how good his fingers feel fucking you right now, thrusting while his palm plops against your skin.

“do as i say.”

“fuckk, o-okay,” pulling the trigger again, the shot rings loud once more, the bullet only grazing a cucumber and you pout sadly.

“i need more,” you plead weakly, nearly helpless. 

the unravel of his belt is what makes your skin prickle, your clit throb, and your heart jump in anticipation. the heaviness of his dick on your ass cheek he pats it against a couple times — hard, begging for you since this morning. it’s leaking precum, a blush pink stout head and girthy length twitching from impatience. you’ve made him dangerously needy. 

“leon, please.” 

he doesn’t say anything more, clutching your neck in his hand tightly as his stubble scratches your cheek, a rough kiss pressing on your temple before his dick fills you up, splitting open your pussy over the thickness he possesses. 

“try again, make me proud or we’re g’na be here all night ‘til you get it right,” leon grunts in your face, slowly grinding his hips roughly so you could feel every filthy inch. 

achingly, you sway your hips along with him erotically slow, the sight alone making his balls jump, hands groping your flesh as if you’d slip through. the slickness of your pussy like music to his ears in the quiet, secluded field. 

trembling, you inhale, his dick sinking further inside before he’s thrusting steadily, hearing how wet you were and his gravely voice behind you, encouraging you, taking care of you. he’ll only get sterner if you keep avoiding the target. 

one more shot is all it takes for you to finally hit an object, calming yourself and training your eye to see the goal, steadying your breathing and practicing what he said over and over again in your head. excitement flows through you like a shot of liquor, squeaking in happiness, bouncing on your tippy toes, practically forgetting that his dick was seven inches buried in. 

“i did it!” the wave of accomplishment continues to enrapture you, leon’s eyes dark and intense on you.

“good fuckin’ job, baby. good girl,” the words rush out in heated praise, the infatuation brewing. 

“can i do one more?” batting your lashes, you try to face him but he doesn’t budge, locking you still. 

“daddy wants your pussy,” leon’s tone is instant rejection, unable to wait any longer now. you’d gotten him riled up, now he needed that to be handled. tightening his hand on your neck, he’s fucking you a little harder, dick sliding in and out of your sluice pussy lewdly, choking on your own air. “let me have it like i want it.” 

“take it, s’your pussy,” nodding dizzily, you drop the gun into the grass, stumbling along with it as leon forces you down onto the ground faster than you could comprehend. 

leon’s grip felt bruising, raising your ass up to his sharp groin as you press your face onto the back of your palm to keep it from being touched by nature, nails clawing into the grass. his brown hair falls over his eyes, the muscles in his shirt rippling, tongue dripping saliva onto his dick in a nasty spit — not for lubricant, just to have another part of him claiming you. 

it’s nasty how hard he fucks you, hiking one foot up as he clutches the back of your neck to keep you shoved down, his jeans sitting at his waist before his cock slams back into you, pushing you down and fucking you hard. his hips clash with your soft ass that pounces back against him, your eyes rolling back and your screams echoing in the field.  

“you’re so sexy while you’re getting fucked deep,” leon growls, his pace relentless, dropping his dick into you unwavering, juices coating the cock that fills you up. 

“you’re hitting it s-sooo good,” dragging out your gasps, you whine as he spanks your ass hard, leaving a tasty sting to linger. it’s blurry all around, entire body shaking from pleasure as tears begin to pour from their sockets, and your pussy gushes and splatters. “o-ohmygod—leonn!” 

“knew you had it in you, baby. i’m so fucking proud of you. keep taking it, there you go, gorgeous,” the praise continues to succumb you further into orgasming, the build up strong in your tummy the harder he pounds, drunkenly rocking back to chase that high. 

“thank youuu,” whining, voice stuttering. “ooo-fuck, thank you.”

“daddy’s g’na cum,” his voice cracks, groaning into your neck he lets go as he drops his weight fully onto you, pushing your entire body flat as he begins to grind almost feral-like. “fuck, you’re good to me. she’s fucking good to me, baby.”

“unh shit, cum in mee. pleasee fill me up,” the tone in your voice grows desperate, rolling your hips even though he’s got you trapped underneath him, adding pleasure to your sweet spot, nearly drooling as you struggle. “leon!”

“i hear you. ssss, i hear you— fuck!”

now he’s pushing himself up, planting his hands by either side of your head and slamming his hips harder against your ass, gruff voice tiring out, the heat he carries in his body that’s twice as big as yours warps around you along with his scent. he makes you dizzy.

“cummin’, baby!” thighs drenched in your arousal, you scream out into his hand that covers your mouth, pounding into you even harder as you cum around his dick and he’s filling you up with warm, heavy cum.

“babyyyy!” sobbing loudly with tears, your body continues to twitch as you feel your orgasm intensely, gasping in increments while he tongue your mouth to taste you, gulping down your moans and kissing you passionately.

leon trails his lips from your mouth to your neck which he bites again, leading down to your spine and inching his dick out so he could lick you up. lifting your lower body, a hand spanking your ass on both sides before his big mouth covers your entire cunt, sucking on your clit and tonguing your entrance. reaching behind you in shock, you tangle your fingers through his hair.

“l-leon, wait—”

“we taste good mixed together,” he hisses, slapping your ass again before kissing all around your ass cheeks and inner thighs. “mmm, i love you. love how we taste.”

that makes your face hot, burying it into your shoulders. “i love you.”

“let’s get inside, we’ll practice again tomorrow. same method?”

giggling, you nod. “same method.”

“copy. now, how’s about that shepard’s pie?”

Ignoring the fact that you make up for it most months, it is all the more annoying to see him lounging around as soon as you get home. Especially when the house feels like what you imagine the inside of hell's darkest ass crack to be. Too much movement would surely result in one of you passing out from overheated exhaustion.

It's with great urgency that you strip yourself of your things, purposefully making an unnecessary amount of noise as you toss your keys onto the nearby counter. The sound seems to pull Toji's attention away from the TV ahead of him, earning a lazy turn of his head as he glances back to you.

He can't even get a full greeting out before you scoff.

"Toji," His shoulders slump in instant reaction to the sound of scolding in your voice. It's way too fucking hot for you to start an argument with him now. "You've been home all day and you still haven't fixed anything."

He grunts from across the way, turns his attention back to the TV, and then rolls his eyes, "Can't work in the heat, doll."

"You wouldn't have to if you fixed it as soon as I said something months ago." You throw back at him, pulling your body through hot air just to get to your fridge.

You wanted to be disappointed to see that there's no water in the freezer nor fridge, really. But when you look back over to where Toji's been sitting on his ass all dat—spotting more empty water bottles than you can count—you find an expected wave of disappointment slither into you.

"Said sorry for that already, didn't I?" He asks, the lack of true care in his voice doing nothing to ease your irritation with him.

At this rate, you'd be sending out offers for a new roommate by tomorrow morning.

The freezer is opened back up for a moment, your hand diving in to try and get some sort of cooled relief, even if only for a second. Unfortunately for you, that seems to be yet another thing in your apartment in need of fixing.

You let the freezer door slam and your forehead follows after it as you rest yourself against its outside. Sighing, "Sorry doesn't fix anything, Toji."

You couldn't see it but he was smiling at that. The only reason he's lasted this long in this apartment with you is because he doesn't mind your nagging too much—it keeps him on his toes most times. But after not listening to you for months, he wonders if he'll actually get in trouble with you this time around.

When he turns to get another look at you, he's met with the sight of your back as you make way towards the bathroom. Toji figured you're off to shower in hopes of cooling yourself off in the process.

Unfortunately for you, the building you live in has the opposite issue most complexes do and instead of running out of hot water, your place has an issue producing cold water. This wouldn't be so bad if the person who showered before you was conscious of how much he used.

But when annoyingly mild tempered water hits your fingers, you're left knowing exactly who to blame. Again.

He may enjoy living with you because he doesn't mind hearing you cold him, however you are slowly starting to dread sharing this apartment with him more and more as each day lugs on.

——

After a warm shower, you tuck yourself off into your bedroom only to find that it is undoubtedly the hottest room thus far. You try to ignore it as you pull on some shorts and a t-shirt that won't have you drenched in sweat come next morning but naturally it's difficult to do so once you lay yourself down.

You toss and turn against your sheets—comforter practically tossed to the floor, and body already beginning to perspire in a thin layer of sweat—until you manage to doze off for a solid ten minutes. Apparently that was all it took for your body to decide that sleeping under this heat was going to be impossible.

Which is how you end up out in the living room. Toji wasn't occupying the couch anymore so you tried to sleep there, figuring that if he could spend the whole day in one spot, you could spend a night sleeping there and it would provide you just the slightest bit of coolness in comparison to what you bedroom had given you.

Yet, every slight shift in your movement somehow made you impossibly hotter. The couch cushions did nothing but toast your skin and the humidity in the air led you into peeling yourself right off of the furniture and trudging towards the last known resort.

Toji's bedroom.

Now, you're no stranger to your roommate being quite the pervert—which is why you avoid his bedroom at all costs—but sometime back during the winter season, you do recall a few weeks were your apartment's heating system gave out and it was established then that Toji's bedroom had been the chilliest. He ended up sleeping in your room for some nights because of that, cuddling up against you in the name of sharing body heat.

So now that it's summertime, you're standing outside of his door hoping that something similar still applies to the temperature of his room. Your room is obviously the hottest, the living room and main area of the apartment barely fairs any better, and all that leaves his room to be hopefully a few degrees lighter than everywhere else.

You push his room door open sluggishly, nearly doused in sweat from head to toe as you trudge towards his bed and smack at his foot while you walk by. "You up?" your voice cuts through the air carelessly, earning a low grunt from the man sprawled out across his mattress. "Cool, move over."

That seems to wake Toji right up. His eyes peel open and he lets out a huff heavy enough to add to the heat occupying the rest of the apartment, but neither of you have the energy to say anything about it. "Why're you in here?" he asks as he scoots his large body over to give you some room.

For a short moment—and a short moment only—Toji wonders if the heat has finally made you come to your senses where he's concerned. He hoped that maybe a wet dream involving him brought you into his bedroom.

The weight of your body makes the bed dip in a bit as you shuffle onto his sheets right beside him, instantly melting into the faint frigidity it provides, and letting out a short sigh. "It's cooler in your room, so I'm sleeping in here tonight. You better get that shit fixed tomorrow."

Toji looks over and feels the excitement he had to share a bed with you rapidly die inside him as he's met with the sight of your back facing him. This wasn't the worst scenario possible, but he was really wishing for something more interesting to have led you into this position next to him.

He doesn't say anything in response to you with his mouth and decides on letting his eyes speak for him with the way they slide down your body. The shirt you have on was hugging your torso due to how much you'd been sweating, glued to every slight curve and dip of your frame, and leaving him unable to look away quickly enough.

It didn't take a genius to see that you were at ease beside him rather quickly. Toji is suddenly very appreciative for the slightly chiller conditioning of his bedroom. Technically it's still hot—as too much movement could quickly result in exhaustion just as it would in any other area of the apartment—but with you laying beside him in shorts small enough to drive him insane, he figures it's all worth it.

Meanwhile, you don't have to be facing Toji to know his eyes are on you. You could practically feel the way his gaze crawled over you, eventually settling onto the scarce fabric of your shorts that did little to conceal the entirety of your ass. There's a sudden and prominent urge to adjust the way your clothes are sitting on you, and Toji watches as you slowly move a hand to tug your shorts down an inch.

The scar at the corner of his lips shifts as his mouth twitches and he fights off a smirk.

He would never touch you without your permission or anything like that, but he was aware that you knew the real effects you had on him. Even laying beside him was enough to make his hips shift against the bed.

There was only so much space between your body and his, and his mattress wasn't the largest thing in the world so most movement was easily acknowledgeable. Even so, you decided to ignore it as best as you could.

Even though you could tell his hand had lifted from his side and moved somewhere towards his legs. Your eyes squeezed shut and you hoped silently that Toji wouldn't do what you figured he was about to.

Surely it was too hot for that.

Right?

At first he wasn't going to do anything. It started off as his fingers going off to pinch and tug at the fabric of his gym shorts, giving the steadily rising erection in between his legs some space to breathe. Then he told himself he wouldn't give it any attention and try to sleep it away.

Toji was on the same page as you in the beginning, he really was. Jerking off with you trying to sleep beside him was way too hot of an activity under all this warmth.

And yet, he's palming at his dick within the next twenty minutes. You drifted off just enough for him to be able to move without you noticing, and while he didn't touch you, he did lean over to glance over your shoulder to make sure you were fast asleep before his hand had wrapped around the bulge that'd formed against his shorts.

You'd shift around in your sleep a little and he'd twitch against his hand, watching the way your hip looks adjusting against the bed. Oh, the things he'd give to perch his hand there instead, turning his body over to cup yours and rubbing the outline of his hard cock up against the natural curve of your ass instead of his palm like some loser.

The thought alone brought his bottom lip up in between his teeth. Then he was moving his hands beneath his shorts and letting out a quiet breath of air. He didn't intend to jerk off like this. Seriously.

When his hand first makes contact with his dick, he shudders. Toji's tugged at his cock in thought of you over the years more times than he could count, but somehow this was different. He'd never done it next to you like this, where leaning over a couple inches brought your scent into his nose and the natural warmth of your body closer to intertwine with his.

Even back when he'd shared a bed with you during the winter he managed to control himself each night and refused to stroke himself. Well, right next to you, at least. He most definitely got off like a whore the very second you were gone.

Toji ends up spitting into the palm of his hand as quietly as he can manage before he pulls his cock free and rubs at the head whilst staring at your body. You seemed so upset with him earlier, sending those slight jabs his way. He's sure if it was a bit cooler, you would've cursed him clean out like you normally do.

But just the thought of the few comments you'd made thus far is enough to have him leaking into his hand as he finally wraps his fingers around his thick shaft and jerks off. The sounds of his actions are a bit loud, schlick after schlick after sopping schliiick. Technically you should've woken up, but the fact that you didn't made him all the more horny.

He knows you'd get annoyed if you caught him like this—the fact that he can't even handle you sleeping in his bed is definitely enough to piss you off.

Little did he know, you were pretending to sleep the entire time. You were in and out of your slumber, sure, but you certainly weren't able to get a full night's rest when the sound of your roommate touching his wet cock next to you was loud enough to drive any woman insane. There was an image of it somewhere in your head, courtesy of accidentally walking in on him in the bathroom a couple times in the past, so it was a little difficult to sleep with those thoughts combined with his strokes all in one hot night.

Not to mention the way he was panting behind you with not one care in the world for how noisy he was. Hell, some of his breaths managed to slither towards the back of your neck.

You made the mistake of adjusting yourself again and accidentally pushed back towards him, your ass nearly making contact with the side of his body. Toji had to grip at the base of his dick to stop himself from cumming just then, his next breath choking its way out of him before he could help it, and his other hand moving to pull his shirt up.

He went to bite down on the fabric to hopefully help with the sounds threatening to spill from his lips but it didn't help much.

The man resumed with his strokes and it wasn't long before you felt something land on your butt in thick spurts.

Despite the fact that you already had your eyes closed, they squeezed shut a little harder as you fought the urge to flinch. You hoped desperately that what you just felt wasn't what you thought it was. There was no way Toji managed to cum on your ass while you were "sleeping", right?

You figure that right then is as good a moment as any to stop pretending to be asleep and let yourself yawn—giving him a sign that you've stirred awake. Toji's body tenses up almost immediately, his eyes widening a fraction as he realizes what exactly he just did. He gulps, frantically looking around the bed to see what he can use as an excuse for the white mess currently drooling down the side of your ass.

Fairly enough, he has half a mind to snap a picture before you turn over. Just so he can have something to remember this by, y'know?

He doesn't though, considering how he moves to tuck his dick back into his shorts and clears his throat.

After which he moves to prop himself up on one of his elbows, and you feel something brushing against your butt. You can't help the way your eyes broaden.

Then you peek back at him from over your shoulder, and your gazes meet for a breif moment. There's not an ounce of guilt on his face and he only holds the eye contact with you for a few seconds before he looks back down to focus on what he's doing.

You follow along with the redirection and angle yourself back just enough to catch sight of what exactly is brushing against you. You see a cloth in his hand and watch silently for a few seconds as he wipes you clean.

Somewhere in your mind, you wondered if he was going to casually explain that he just came on you and then try to go to sleep like it was no big deal.

To your surprise, neither of those things happen.

The next bit of eye contact that's exchanged between the two of you is awkward. He's still wiping and you're just starring at him as try to figure out what you're supposed to say to him. What exactly was the proper way to react in this situation?

You're too hot to argue, too tired to be disgusted, and fainly aroused since you've always had a mutual attraction for the man that you've been trying to ignore for as long as you've been living with him.

“Sorry,” Toji’s the first to break the ice. “Had this in the bed,” he moves his other hand up and within it is a convienent bottle of lotion. Part of you wanted to laugh at him because of course he has enough junk in his bed to use as a cover up for what he'd really just spilt on you. "Saw some of it got on ya'," he finishes off with a half-apologetic grin on his lips.

You obviously knew that wasn't true since you heard every little detail of what he'd been doing—from spitting into his hand, to thoughtlessly huffing out your name under his breath. Toji wasn't fooling anyone here, but you'd let it slide for now.

“Might wanna change out of these,” he suggests in reference to your shorts, tapping at your butt once he's done wiping you off, “I could lend you somethin’, or—“

“No, it’s fine.” is all you say before you turn your head away.

With no warning, Toji ends up watching how you slide your hands down and swiftly remove your shorts—tossing them off the bed and then laying yourself back down as if to sleep.

He blinks.

Then his eyes unfortunately find themself on your panties because surely you were doing this on purpose now. Coming into his room this late because of the heat, sleeping next to him and nearly rubbing your ass against his body, and now clad in nothing more than a thin shirt and even thinner panties?

If he squinted hard enough at the right angle, he swears he'd catch sight of your pussy.

You heard him scoff behind you, then the weight in the bed shifts around as he decides to pay no mind to your attire this time. He already got off, so naturally there should be no need to go again.

…Even if you're clearly testing his patience.

——

Minutes fly by. Neither of you get a wink of rest.

You're starring blankly at the wall in front of you and Toji's left blindly looking up at the ceiling. Both of you tried to go to sleep, honestly.

But Toji kept adjusting his legs to stop the constant twitching of his cock and you repeatedly rubbed your legs together as if to lightly soothe the ache that'd came about after that whole fiasco of his seed ending up on you.

At this point the only thing occupying Toji's bedroom were two idiots in heat. Whether or not that meant heat in the literal sense or in the physical sense was beyond understanding to either of you.

After thirty minutes of you two staring into space and waiting on the other person to make a move, both of you manage to get some rest.

Though, it doesn't take much longer for you guys to realize that this was the worst possible outcome. Somewhere in your sleeping, your bodies naturally find one another. You'd think that under the hot air some distance would be created, but it seems as though you both had unintentionally different plans.

The next time you wake up, it's to the steady sound of something thumping against your ear. When your eyes flutter open, you're met with a naked chest and the feeling of something weighty wrapped around you.

The weight in question seems to be Toji's arm and the thumping you hear is coming from his beating heart. You lift your head a little to look up at his face and he's already giving you a half-lidded, groggy stare.

“It’s hot as shit in here ‘n you decide to lay on me? You’re tryin’ to kill me.” He mumbles, the very vibration of his deep voice involuntarily causing you to shift against him.

Both of your limbs are already tangled with one another, so the next movement of your body wakes you up fully as your clit presses somewhere up against his thigh.

You try to nudge at him playfully to distract yourself from the sensation that invoked, “No one’s trying to kill you, Toji. Hush.”

None the wiser, your roommate tries lifting his legs to move over a bit and accidentally grinds the firm muscle you'd already been pressed against, into you. You turn your face away just in time to hide the expression that tugs out of you, but fail to swallow down the sound that follows.

“Mmnh,” The sound floats out of you before you can control it.

Then Toji's brows scrunch up—as if he has any room (literally) to be confused, “Fuck was that?”

Your head shakes, “Nothing.”

That singular word flips some type of switch in his head, resulting in that same leg lifting up a few inches in between yours, and simultaneously pushing your body further up against his whilst rubbing between the dampened fabric concealing your core. Your jaw falls open helplessly this time and Toji eyes the way your hand flies down to his chest as if to grab at it.

Technically you were trying to brace yourself, but the breathy bit of air you release along with all the movement makes him cock a brow.

“You sweatin’ down here?” Toji asks bluntly, now dragging his leg back down just to cop a bit of a better feel than the first time.

It would be obvious to anyone with eyes that neither of you were in your right mind at the moment. He was openly teasing you and you weren't shutting it down like you normally do. Perhaps it was the heat or the lack of proper rest under it—but either way—the two of you were clearly falling victim to the same sensations.

Your lashes flutter again and you hunch forward towards him a bit, “That’s not-," his leg adjusts again, the bulky muscle in his thigh flexing, "Toji.”

“What? That’s not what?” He grabs at your chin and tugs your face up to look at him properly, “Talk to me, doll. Tell me what that is I’m feelin’.”

The forced eye contact makes you throb. You suppose right then that the heat had finally gotten to you. Otherwise you wouldn't be feeling the way you do at the moment.

Right?

Your body adjust against him slightly and you fight the urge to let your eyes fall back as pleasure jolts throughout your body from the feel of your clit catching the firm build of his leg. “It’s not sweat, Toji.” You admit honestly.

There's a singular beat of silence that passes, filled only with your hardly discreet way of grinding against his leg, and him aiding you through every faint gyration.

“Mh.” His hum rumbles lowly, “So, you’re horny.”

You drop your face down into his chest out of embarrassment and you playfully smack at him, “Don’t say it like that!”

“Say it like what? It’s true." Toji cocks his head over and watches how your body is betraying your embarrassment. Then he finds himself smirking all over again as he his face back toward you, lips angling to your ear, "Your pussy’s droolin’ all against my thigh right now—should I have said it like that instead?”

You almost moan, “N-No."

“Hah.” Now he's smirking in full force, hands having gone to your sides just to feel your body twitching as they slide lower and lower, “Go ahead ‘n move your hips—rub one out against me, baby.”

There's a groan that snakes out of your throat in response before your hand curls into a frustrated ball against the planes of his abs, “Don’t call me that.”

Toji's hands grip at your hips and his voice seductively caresses itself throughout your eardrums, “Want me to do it for you?" Your head shakes in response to his question and he tuts, "Alright then rub that pussy against me, lemme feel her real good.”

And what more permission did you need?

You pluck your body away from being sandwiched to his, sitting up at some half-angle and let your hips buck forward just once. Toji smiles and wastes not one second in dragging his clammy palm around to properly grope at the fat of your ass.

“Mhm,” he hums encouragingly, to which you let off an airy sound that has his cock aching for attention all over again. “There you go. Keep making yourself feel good, pretty girl.”

“Toji," his name leaves you in something just short of a moan, and it's overtly apparent now that both of you are overcome with a mutual neediness.

His hand squeezes at your ass with each rock 'n shy rut of your hips—guiding you with your steady grinding over his thigh. Then you feel your clit roll at a rather juicy angle, quickly resulting in your upper half flopping back down against Toji.

He feels a hot pant fan out across his chest and he has to bite at his lip again to stop himself from making all kinds of noises. This was everything he'd fantasied about and more if he was being completely honest.

“So fuckin’ sexy,” Toji compliments with a greedy tug of your body, weeping a webby lather of precum from the slit of his cock in reaction to having your tits pressed against his naked skin—your perked nipples rubbing against him in a fashion near to the way your clit traveled his thigh beyond your panties. “My dick’s gonna start hurtin’ if I don’t do something. Can’t keep watching you like this.”

You're the one holding back responses now, instead answering him with a sudden kiss against his left pec. Toji's lips separate and he breathes out something soft once your hand slips down to the waistband of his shabby shorts.

“Can I?” You whisper against his skin, lips smearing.

Toji looks at you like you just asked him the dumbest question in the world. Then he scoffs, “Go ahead.“

You waste no time in dipping your hand beneath the dark fabric to haul his cock free. In your hand is a weight nothing could've prepared you for.

Toji's got a freakishly heavy cock, to say the least. It's massive within your fingers and when you look down at it, you almost moan from the sight alone.

Even though his room was rather dark, there was enough moonlight spilling in from the distant window to have the cum gathered around his plump head glistening. Your thumb pushed up and slipped right against that pretty slit of his, earning a sharp crack in his breathing.

Toji feels your the pad of your thumb applying pressure before he groans. Then you stroke downwards towards his base, feeling the dark, sweaty hairs of surrounding it tickle your skin.

“Shit," You mutter.

He—annoyingly—starts smirking at you again, “Big, ain’t it?”

Your eyes roll, then you turn your head back up to look at him, “Shut up.”

The next few minutes consist of you jerking him off whilst you continue grinding against his leg. Toji mutters filth under his breath that you're too horny to hear, and both of you are now sweating against one another for entirely different reasons.

Toji expects this act to be the very peak of his expectations, but amid your perfected strokes—because fuck if your hand isn't the best thing he's felt around his dick in weeks—your mouth meets his chest again, and he's quickly caught off guard by the way your lips wrap around one of his nipples. Your tongue swirls aimlessly, tugging the bud further past your lips whilst indulging in two other fruitless acts of pleasure simultaneously.

For a while you were convinced that Toji's laziness translated in the bed as well since he damn sure wasn't doing much aside from letting you rub all over him in every available aspect.

That was until he felt your breaths coming in shorter and your hand gripping at his cock a bit tighter to brace yourself for something. It was rather adorable how quickly you tensed up against him as your orgasm approached. All he could do was sit there and swallow down his groans as you gripped his cock and moaned against his nipple, clit throbbing at his thigh and cunt leaking your panties into a soaking mess.

The moment your body starts to convulse and he realizes you're cumming, his hand slides under your panties and he palms the bare skin of your ass before applying a hefty bit of pressure—weighing your body harder down against his thigh so you have no room to run from the orgasm that crashes over you.

Feeling you cum against his leg is easily one of the best feelings in the world in his opinion. He would have the air conditioning broken for months if this would be the result every night.

Not that he tells you this, of course.

As you're panting and trying to steady your breathing, Toji finally decides to stop being lazy and causes your hand to fall away from his length as he suddenly shifts about to push you over.

You land on your back and gasp, blinking rapidly before he's positioning himself above you—cock dangling nastily and sloppily kissing against the skin of your naked thigh. Toji's big arms bracket the sides of you body and you stare up at him innocently, as if you didn't just rub one out on his thigh and leech onto him throughout the entire ordeal.

“What’re you doing?” you ask.

“You want me to fuck you, right?” Toji hums, abruptly hooking an arm under one of your knees and lifting your leg up. Then he's doing the same to your other leg and your breath is tangling around somewhere in your lungs. You're barely given a proper moment to process what's going in before he's dipping down in between your clammy legs as if it's second nature, "Gotta make you cum for me first."

"But I just—"

"Nah," Toji's smiles once he's got a face full of your pussy in front of him—your flimsy panties the only thing between his starving mouth and what was about to serve as a refreshment for him, "Not like that. On my tongue."

That's the only warning he gives you before diving in.

It should've been too hot for half of the things you two had done so far and yet here you were anyway—letting him grind the entirety of his mouth against the gorgeously swollen mound of your pussy, his teeth baring out to tug your panties over to the side so he could properly suction his lips to you. Your underwear is kept to the side by a singular thumb that he angles over, and his mouth is nothing short of disgusting against you.

In fact, the entire lower half of his face is nasty when met with your pussy. The tip of his nose nuzzles against your frazzled clit, and his lips motion outwardly before he sucks the slick out from in between your folds—tongue coming through to lap at it as if rewarded. When he groans, you feel the sound thunder against the entire lower half of your body.

Toji's busy going to town until you both are a mess of mixed sweat and pleasureful tears. Your hand found his hair somewhere in between his long tongue curving up inside you, and since then you've been grinding upwards against him, practically riding his face whilst he fucked you right back down into the matress with his mouth alone.

The same mattress of which rocked with both of your combined movements. The volume of your moaning and his groaning was surely enough to earn a noise complaint from a nearby neighbor the following morning but obviously neither of you cared.

Between Toji's tongue and the heat that continued to make you sweat into his sheets at a ridiculous rate, your next orgasm comes far heavier than the first one had. So much so that you were squirming all against your roommate, trying to push at his head as if you didn't want to cum—your poor mind scrambled from everything that'd taken place thus far.

It's not until after you spill something weepy into his mouth that he peels his mouth off of you and wipes at his mouth, licking the remnants that smear across his hand immediately after.

Yet even then Toji doesn't give you much time to recover. If anything, he gives you no time to recover whatsoever.

Your eyes are still stinging from prickly tears of pleasure, and as you're blinking them away, you catch sight of him crawling his way back up over you. Next thing you know and his mouth meets yours in a singular, haphazard kiss that consists of a slanted tongue sloppily breaking past your lips and a groan pouring into your opened mouth.

Then his cock slips against your exposed folds, a thumping vein felt mapping the outskirts of your sensitive clit before he angles one hand down to grip his base. Your body latches onto his all over again, arms wrapping around his neck despite the sweat on your skin making the both of you slip 'n slide against one another.

Toji smiles into his next set of smooches, trailing his kisses down to your jaw, and eventually the warm side of your neck before feeling you roll your body upwards—cunt kissing the head of his dick as he slides it downwards in one heavy motion.

“Awh, look at you grindin’ on my tip like that. You want this fat cock inside you, huh?” His voice slathers itself into your skin and it's making you impossibly hotter underneath him, but you couldn't be bothered with it right now. Which is exactly why you nod in response, and he leans up a little to look you in the eyes whilst releasing his length from his grip, “Yeahh? Here, take it then—let me see you put it in.”

No seconds are wasted as you dip your hand down and comfortably wrap your fingers around him, giving him a couple tugs that he can't help but glance down at. Toji eventually obeys your short tugs 'n pulls by letting his body follow the motion until his tip is getting snagged by your goopy entrance—globs of slick sobbing all over his first few pudgy inches.

The very moment he starts sliding into you, you're whining and he's left moaning above you.

“Ohmygodd,” His dick easily stretches you out a bit more than you were expecting it to, the sheer girth of him jerking a gaspy little call of his name out of your lungs, “Toji-, Toji!”

“What, what? What’s wrong?” He pauses rather quickly to ensure he's not hurting you or something, hardly even halfway inside you and staring down at your twisting face with worried eyes.

You’re panting, nails having moved to dig into his arms already, “You’re too fuckin’ big.”

That makes Toji grin before he huffs, “No such thing.” and pulls back to spank your cunt with the weight of his cock a couple times. He only tops to spit at his four fingers before smacking you with his dick again, inching in afterwards and reassuring you with a rather gently murmured, “She can take me.”

Your head shakes but there’s an eager glimmer in your eye whilst you whisper back to him warningly, “Just… go slow.”

“Mmmh, I’ll try,” He tells you before leaning down to kiss your cheek and whispering, “Just for you.”

Then he's nudging his way into you—inch by inch until his chubby balls are left flush against your sweat-glossed skin and his tip is bumping against your hilt.

He looks down and sees his cock bulging against your skin. Then he thumbs at your clit and tutts—popping a pout at how puffy your pussy lips are around his dick already. “Look at that slutty pussy—she knows how to take cock juuuust fine.”

Your walls constrict around him just once and the next thing you know, Toji's rocking himself in 'n out of you perfectly. Your insides seem to mold to the shape of him in a matter of minutes, getting used to his wide size and taking him in deeper as he moves along.

The sounds of sex practically cloud the room, his cock fucking into you faster than you can keep up with and your mushy walls sucking him in farther than he can comprehend. Sweat drips off of his body and onto your and the both of you are an utter mess of one another.

Every now and then he'd lean down to kiss you but the gesture always comes shabbier than the last, lips maligning across one another whilst warm saliva is exchanged and left across both of your faces.

Your hand makes the mistake of moving to his lower abdomen and pushing at his body just a few seconds after he starts fucking you down into the mattress—the bed rocking and shaking beneath your bodies—and Toji seems ticked off for half a second.

Then he nods his chin at your wrist, "Move your fuckin' hand and feel it, feel that dick inside you. Stretchin' you out real good."

He's not entirely sure if it's his words or the way he starts plowing forward even faster, but the slippery squelches one of those invokes from you most certainly is not something he imagines. Then your moans increase in volume and Toji figures he doesn't need a neighbor scolding the two of you for this tomorrow so he brings a hand up to your chin and then props his thumb up to your bottom lip.

“Open up, doll.” He orders plainly, to which you take his finger in without him even having to ask. Toji smiles at the sight, “Atta girllll, now suck on it.”

You do exactly that for him, the action suppressing how loud your moans are for a while until his cock knocks across your cervix and leads you to bite down on his thumb. The sensation is sudden and sharp, which nearly makes Toji's eyes cross for a moment.

Words couldn't describe what that little bit of pain did to him, honestly. All you both know is that within the next few seconds, something creamy is flooding your insides and making you two many degrees hotter than you'd been earlier.

Your brains turn off in sync after that and he's just thrusting mindlessly for another minute or two, as if to make sure he's properly bred you or something. Then his fingers move to the side of your neck and his thumb slides out of your mouth—leaving a thin trail of saliva in its wake—and his entire hand goes off to cradle the back of your head.

You gasp once Toji lifts you up from the bed in one, freakishly strong tug, still humping his dick into you slightly before your mouths collide somewhere in the air. You're hauled all the way up until he's sitting back on his heels and you're appropriately sat on top of him. Both of your arms and hands are everywhere on each other's body, and it feels like something utterly depraved as taken over.

The kisses you share is a slop of tugged lips and sucked tongues, mingled with breathy moans and murmurs of your names until his hands find the underside of your thighs and move to bounce you up and down on his cock.

A whine is punctured directly out of you as you're lifted, gravity aiding Toji in plopping you right back down onto his cum-smothered base. Then his mouth finds one of your tits and he's drooling all over you.

You thought you were unsure of what had gotten into you but apparently Toji was far worse off. It's like the heat of the room was of no concern anymore. The only thing that mattered to him was having your body be thoroughly appreciated by every part of him he had to offer.

He's even mumbling into you while his tongue swirls around your nipple, “So fuckin’ hot it here,” he puffs, “Making me lose my goddamn mind—fuckin’ you like this. Hahhh.”

You're babbling nonsense with your arms wrapped around hims head, “Tojiiii-, aanh! You feel s-so good inside me.”

Which, makes him feel all proud inside for the nth time tonight, “I know I do." His hands grasp at the thick of your hips again and he squeezes your skin just once before moving you vertically around the sticky inches of his length, “Feel good when I bounce you up ‘n down my dick like this too?”

You’re nodding stupidly. Then his hands find your asscheeks and he's groping you the way he's always wanted to.

Plap after plap after plap bounces against the walls and his cum has evenly started to leak down against his balls and drip onto his sheets—which were already a mess to begin with.

Then his head flies back and his hair is sticking to his skin due to sweat, “Fuuuck, I’m gonna cum again." He warns, tipping his chin down a moment to meet eyes with you, "You ready for it, doll? Hm? Gonna fuck it into you.”

He earns another dumb nod of your head as you press into him. Whimpering, “Fill me up, Toji. Pleeease?"

The next and final load that he shoots into you comes in uneven bursts, painting your walls in a sluggish fashion before both of your bodies go still against one another. Well, safe for you shuddering as you release right along with him.

You're still hugging his head and he's still got his arms wrapped tightly around you but that only lasts for a few seconds before both of you feel another wave of heat draft over you. Then, for the first time in forever, you're remind of how you ended up in his room to begin with.

Toji lifts his head up to kiss your shoulder, “I uh-, fuck." He snorts into your skin—regretting it directly after since the sweat on both of your skin is beginning to make your bodies feel glued to one another, "I would’ve put on a condom but uhm… s’too hot for that.”

You scoff at him, “Liar, you ran out of condoms three weeks ago.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” He mumbles back.

Then he realizes there's no way you'd know that unless you were just as much of a disgusting pervert as he was and had been tracking the number of condoms he had in the same way he'd been tracking how many pairs of panties you'd allowed to go missing over the past month.

Pulling away from your shoulder and blinking, “Wait a damn minute.”

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