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guys my age. | l. kennedy
summary: "And it makes me wanna hold on and it makes me wanna be all yours."
pairing: leon s. kennedy x f!reader
disclaimer: this is not my normal content but this idea's been stuck in my head as I've been reading a spicy book called Praise by Sara Cate where the mc's ex boyfriend is trash and she becomes a secretary for the ex's dad and they have a whole relationship . so anyway, smut just purely smut, a praise kink, oral both m! and f! receiving as well as fingering, and like I said - this is just porn. ALSO READER IS WELL INTO HER TWENTIES LIKE 23-25.
minors fuck off.
He was a temptation you couldn’t resist.
Now, were you a bad person? No, not really. Would some agree that maybe fucking your ex’s dad is probably not the way to deal with a bad breakup, oh most definitely. But if they were to meet Leon, surely, they’d understand. The man was blessed with all the beauty and the ability to age gracefully, he was perfect. Beyond perfect.
His lips on yours burned like sin but you were addicted to it, the two of you alone in his bedroom. He goes to lift your shirt over your head, piece by piece did the clothing disappear until you were standing naked before him. Parts of your brain, the more rational parts, screamed for you to pick yourself up and leave.
But you can’t tear yourself away, instead you dropped to your knees before him and he looks down with a small grin as you got to work on stroking his cock, his pink lips part to let out a groan - a sound you’ve committed to memory before you shut your eyes and took him past your lips, taking as much as you could.
He tasted good, which was still so strange to say.
He slowly rocks his hips into your face as he groans breathily, “Fuck, sweet girl, you’re so good at this.”
The praise made you feel on top of the world, especially when he called you that - pretty girl is one thing but sweet girl sent a whole different wave of butterflies through you. Hollowing out your cheeks as you suck him off, he reached down and made a fist in your hair, holding it as he continues to rock his hips.
“So fuckin’ eager,” Leon groans, he normally wasn’t this talkative but since he started hooking up with you, you’ve made him learn new things about himself as you were learning things about you, “shit, baby girl, you’re so perfect.”
And one of those things was that you loved hearing praise.
Opening your eyes as you look up at him through your lashes, the ways his cheeks are dusted pink and how pretty he looks when he parts his lips to let out a groan or how he bites down on his bottom lip. You ignore the fact spit was dribbling down your chin as you tried to meet his thrusts, your nose brushing into the patch of hair, you could do this allll day.
You whine when he pulls his cock from your mouth, and he chuckles lowly, “Next time, sweet girl, get on the bed.”
Almost too eagerly, you stood up and walked over to the king-sized bed, falling back on silky gray sheets as Leon walks over. No matter how many times you’ve gotten into this position with him, it still excited you. He was just so much better than anyone you’d been with before, and it made you rethink being with an older guy.
You shove the part that he’s your ex’s dad far from your mind.
His hands run up your thighs as he gazes almost lovingly at your naked body, he hums as he thinks exactly how he wants you before he speaks, “Think I want you on my face tonight, just for a little bit.”
You sit up, as you blushed hard, “Y-You sure? What if I hurt you or something?”
“Sweetheart, I can handle it,” Leon assured you, “besides if the worst happens, surely dying by being suffocated while eating your pussy isn’t the worst way to go.”
You rolled your eyes as he goes to move onto the bed, laying back and closer to the pillows, you straddle his chest before he grabs you by the hips and pulls you closer to his face with a yelp escaping your lips.
“Jesus,” You said in a giggle, “No fear about this at all?”
“Nope, I can breathe through my nose,” He says as he looks up at you, “Now sit, been dying to taste you all day.”
Almost too eagerly, he pulls you down and you moan as you feel his tongue against your folds before he moves up to your clit. It all felt so new and different, without even thinking, you were rocking your hips against his tongue as you chased the high of it all.
You set one hand on the headboard and the other ran through his hair as you rode his tongue while he devoured you, he had his hands on your ass. Squeezing tightly as he was drunk on the taste of your slick, and he thought to himself; they’re right that forbidden fruit always tastes the sweetest.
He’s committed the sounds of your moans, the tiny gasps, all to memory. He’s saved those audios you sent him, and he’ll listen but it’s never as good as the real thing. He normally doesn’t go for women younger than him but then came you -
When his son first brought you home, it was like a cruel joke - everything he would’ve wanted and he couldn’t have it. But he forced himself to just be the adult, and then - all his silent prayers were answered when you ended things with his son.
One night which was supposed to be the last time you’d ever step foot in his place and now here you two were, you were riding his face, his nose bumping against your clit as you were lost in the euphoria washing over you.
You cried out as you came against his tongue, Leon slowed his ministrations as you came down from the high, his lips and chin drenched in you. He waits before gently lifting you off his face, the two of you lay close to one another as you come down.
“Hey, sweet girl,” He says softly as he lifts your chin to make you look up at him, “What color is it.”
“Green.”
He smiles softly, “You sure?”
“Mhm, just need a second,” You said softly as he pulls you close to him, “that was more intense than any other time.”
He chuckles, “Take your time, baby, we have all night.”
“I know, I know,” You say as you take a deep breath and collect yourself - your body was still buzzing.
His fingertips against your skin felt like a burn in the best way possible as he traced the curves of your body, “You’re so perfect.”
“You think so?”
He smiles, “Of course.”
It was supposed to just be fucking - for you, maybe it was more of a revenge against your ex but for him, it was just a cure for loneliness but somehow along the way, it became way more than that.
His lips find yours as you shift to lay under him, he’s between your legs and he takes a moment as he grabs the base of his cock to rub against you to gather the slick before eases inside you, you lift your legs up to wrap around his waist as he snaps his hips and pushes all of him in.
You let out a low moan as you cling to his shoulders, nails digging in and close to breaking skin just from how large he was. He moved slow but deep, making sure you felt all of him.
He plucked noises out of you that your ex could never even imagine hearing. Soft moans and whimpers, music to his ears. Your favorite sound was his grunts and groans and the occasional moment he’ll swear.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good.” He groans in your ear, his hips slapping against yours.
You couldn’t verbally reply, all you could do was moan in response. He chuckles as he goes to leave bites all over your neck as he fucks you, his pace picks up.
Maybe you were a bit in love with your ex’s dad, and that was okay because he loved you just the same. It didn’t need to be said, no grand moment of confession because the way he held you so close while he felt so deep inside, was enough of a reminder.
When you wake up tomorrow and remember those hickies, your heart will flutter when you remember where they came from or more so who they came from.
At some point the positions change, you’re riding him like you have a million times before, his hands grasping yours as you grind your hips, your gaze not leaving his. Letting him see the way your lips part as you mutter his name like prayer. You could hear the bed creak and you lost count for how long the two have you been going at it, there’s a strain in your legs but you don’t care.
You feel too good to care about anything else other than the man underneath you.
Guys your age were so vastly different from guys like Leon, they were sometimes so immature and sometimes so goddamn dumb when it came to things especially like pleasure, you felt lucky when it came to Leon, and he definitely felt the same.
In one way or another, you were never going back to any man your age again as long as Leon kept inviting you over like this.
You were so goddamn in love with him.
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