Rika

Leon never really celebrated Christmas. why would he, when he didn’t have anyone? he actually felt more depressed around that time.

that is, until he met you.

you’re his sweet girl, his everything. when you two started dating, Leon was so hesitant about everything. what if you think he’s too depressing to be around? what if you’re with him out of pity? but, you showed him that maybe it’s not so bad to let your beloved in. maybe it’s okay to rely on someone.

and leon is grateful. so, so grateful.

you make it all better for him.

and finally, he has enough energy to give you the love you gave him back. it’s not your first time, but it’s the first time Leon isn’t tired. he loves you and he likes making love to you, but he struggled to give you what you deserve for such a long time. he finished too fast for his standards at least, because he didn’t feel well mentally. you never forced him, always reassured him, but it was still lingering in his mind. he wasn’t doing enough in his head. and it really bugged him.

so this Christmas — this special day, he goes all out. he prepared everything. the lights, the atmosphere, the temperature to make sure it’s not too cold for you. the whole day, he’s been on his knees. literally, because he can’t pull away from your sweet pussy. he’s addicted. he’s so dedicated to you that you can’t think properly anymore, yet he’s not stopping.

he started with gentle licks, then sucks, switching from fast pace to slow pace, studying your body to see what’s getting you going the most. his tongue circles your clit, fingers teasing your entrance. he’s rock hard, but he’s so obsessed and pussydrunk that he does not give a damn. all he thinks about is having you creaming his tongue. he sets up a steady peace until you’re coming all over his face, until his face is covered in your nectar. you want to return the gesture, to stroke his cock till he’s coming all over your hand, but he gently moves your hand away.

“let me focus on you, yeah? it’s all about you. your pleasure is mine, too.”

words are not a strong suit of Leon’s. quite the opposite. but he always tries to show you that he means what he says. and today, it’s by making sure you see starts.

he wants your eyes on him and him only, and that’s why he puts you on your back, pressing a small kiss to your forehead. as always, his hand is on yours, just to reassure himself you’re real. it’s a comfort for him. he makes sure you’re not overstimulated before he teasingly taps the tip of his cock against your clit. sliding in, he lets out a quiet groan, squeezing your hand tight. you’re just so warm and you feel so good, it makes his head spin.

his movements are slow but deep, hitting all the right places while he keeps eye contact with you. he’s so deep inside you, it’s almost overwhelming, but he’s got you. giving you kisses all over your face, but never stopping his thrusts. he’s observing you and your reactions, trying to see if you’re overstimulated or not. but you seem to love how he’s moving inside you, so he smiles. he aims for that special spot that makes you arch your back so sweetly for him, and when he finds it, he’s blessed with the sight of you in so much pleasure. it’s all he ever wanted really.

your pussy is making him see stars, too. the way you’re squeezing him, desperately trying to keep him inside. he’s not pulling out, he wants to make sure your mind is absolutely blank before he finishes. his hands go to your thighs, pushing them up so he can get deeper into you. your eyes roll back, pussy gushing around him, and he plays with your clit until your thighs shake. you’re so close, and he’s all there for it. he’s pushing his pace a bit faster just to give you everything he can, until you come around him. and even then, he keeps going, helping you come down your orgasm. when you’re satisfied, he pulls out of you. he made you cum so many times before he actually slid in, so he gives you the best aftercare he can. he doesn’t want you to be sore in the morning.

he gives you a warm bath, washing your back and covering your face with kisses. he’ll give you his gift tomorrow, when you wake up. for now, he’ll let you sleep, but not before he whispers a quiet “I love you”.

merry christmas everyone !! i wrote this and it kinda sucks but i tried to write something to ‘relearn’.

you and Claire have been a thing for a few months already — you absolutely love this woman and her attitude, how she protects you and how sweet she can be at the same time. she may be a bit overprotective at times, but it’s because you stole the girl’s heart.

Claire likes people knowing you’re hers alone. whenever it is the hickeys and bite marks, her clothes on you, it’s always something. even when you visit her brother once in an eternity, you always have her marks on you, and it may be embarrassing for you, but Claire finds it cute how you try to cover it in front of Chris.

sometimes, Claire sucks on you so hard your skin starts bruising, but she always soothes it with a kiss on the bruise. this girl specifically likes your breasts, they’re her marking ground, literally. both your chest and your thighs. they’re always covered in marks — it’s just the sight of you like this that turns her on. turns her all dreamy as she looks at you when she’s between your legs.

she’s eating you out like she’s starved, eyes focused on yours, willing you to look at her. her eyes are dazed, pupils wide. your thighs are covered in hickeys and bite marks all over the skin, her grip on your thighs is almost bruising as she’s devouring your sweet pussy.

“Fuck, making me all addicted to you,” her voice is so breathy, you almost think she’s more in ecstasy than you are considering how messy but happy she’s looking. her voice brushes against your clit, making you arch your back directly into her waiting mouth. Claire loves giving you head, it’s one of the things that make her stress go away. she always buries her head in your flower, lapping at your bundle of nerves until her jaw goes numb. she always has your legs on her shoulders, making sure you won’t pull away until she’s finished.

“Squeeze me harder sweetheart, love when you wrap your thighs around me.” she mumbles it into your cunt, you can barely hear it because it seems she’s talking to herself at this point. your vulva just makes her like this. head empty, going on autopilot. Claire loves when you finally let yourself go, when you use her for your pleasure. makes her feel butterflies in her stomach when you moan for her.

“That’s right, sing for me baby, doing so well for me.” Claire always knows when you’re close, when you’re about to cum. she lives to please, and your voice, especially when you’re close, is like siren song that rules her in every time. the mere feeling of your thighs twitching and trying to spread more, when you start to sweat, it’s enough for her to know. she wants you to lose control, to make you forget about everything so you focus solely on her, always. she lets you spread your legs wider, since it gives her more access, too.

“Good girl, you’re close aren’t you? Give it to me, princess.” her sultry voice hums against your entrance, where she pushes her tongue in to make you see starts. Claire likes it messy, when you’re all spread out and leaking down onto her chin. you can hear how much she’s slurping on you, lost in both your scent and taste. she’s a woman on a mission, focused to make you cum in her mouth as her fingers circle your nub. when you finally cum, she doesn’t pull away from you even after you finish up. she’s still there, making sure you’re all cleaned up. only when you’re cleaned up, and she starts to feel the lack of oxygen, she pulls away. patting your thigh, she grins at you.

the last thing Leon likes is being vulnerable. well, one of the last things. he hates being seen as weak, emotional. he’s the strong person of the relationship, he can’t show his emotions right? he’s so deep into that headspace that it was almost impossible to pull him out. he always found an excuse to not let you take care of him.

you would try and suggest taking control in bed, and he always found a way to make you stop thinking about it. it’s not that Leon doesn’t trust you. he trusts his darling more than anyone else, even himself sometimes, but letting someone take control over him just.. sounds weird. to him. he’s also nervous about lying back down and letting you do the job. what if you won’t like it or something? he doesn’t want to mess up. it’s just that Leon doesn’t know what to do when he’s not taking care of someone or when he’s not being ordered around.

when he finally agreed though, he still kept his hands on your hips. not bruising, but it’s still there, large hands holding onto your hips, controlling the pace. he’s not ready to let go fully, he has to hold onto even the slightest bit of control. it brings him a peace of mind in its own way.

but you also bring a peace of mind to him, and he finds himself letting go, even if a little. the feeling of your walls surrounding his length is enough to make him go stupid. Leon has always been quick to grow pussydrunk on you. every time you squeeze around him, he thinks he might bust a nut right there at this moment. the fact you’re so beautiful doesn’t help either; he finds himself losing in the sight of you all the time, his eyes blown out, that stormy blue of his almost nonexistent with his pupils wide.

“Goddamn, your grip on me isn’t fair…” he half whines half grunts it out — it’s true, though. you don’t even have to do anything and he’s already on his knees if you need him to. only for you though — there’s no way anyone else would ever have this type of grip on him. you’re squeezing him so damn hard, he’s losing his mind. he can’t help himself — he agreed to you taking control but he finds himself thrusting his hips up, taking over the pace because your pussy just feels too good.

when you stop moving your hips, he whines. he was feeling so good, but you took it away! looking at you with blown out eyes, he pouts his lips, only for you to remind him he’s supposed to let go. he knows you want him to relax and let you take control— but he just can’t, not fully. still, he tries.

his hands hold onto the fat of your hips, lifting your hips up and down, making you bounce on him, his heavy balls slapping against your ass and making loud clapping noises echoing through the room.

“Fuckkk, your pussy’s so damn good.. can’t hold back when you’re gripping me so fucking hard, feels ‘s warm,” your slick leaks down onto his pelvis, both of your juices mixing into a mess, your sweat mingling with his. one of his hand trails up, pulling you down to wrap his lips around your breast, suckling on it as if you were about to start leaking milk. you tug on his hair, clenching around his fat cock which causes him to groan around your nipple, resulting in you arching your back. he pulls away just a bit to attach his lips to your neck, a faint grin forming on his lips every time you react to his touch. he got you too dumb on his cock for you to keep reminding him that it’s his turn to be lying down and just taking it, just as pussydrunk he is on you, and he’s planning to use it. he still keeps you on top of him but he’s thrusting in and out of you so fast you can’t quite catch up, his pillowy lips all over you making you feel dizzy. you can feel his cock starting to throb and him getting just a tiny bit bigger. he’s relentlessly hitting your sweet spot which has you mewling for him, just the way he loves. it doesn’t take long before you cream all over his thick length, your toes curling and walls pulsing with every heartbeat of yours. soon enough, Leon follows suit, thick cum bursting out into deep your guts.

when both of you cool off from the peak, you grumble about how it was supposed to be him being the submissive one for once, but he just laughs it off with a kiss on your nose before speaking with that grin of his,