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r6-unifiedlands · 7 months ago

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The Confrontation

[Remington "Espion" Harmonics & Gerald "Deimos" Morris]

Summary: Finding out that your uncle took the lives of your boss and your parents sucks. What's even worse is that after all this time, Espion still couldn't help but miss him as someone she'd dearly seek comfort from.

A/N: My friends on Discord horrifiedly watched me on VC every day, late night to morning to write this

Reth couldn’t sleep.

Ever since Deimos’ capture, she’d been watching the interrogation process from behind the glass, along with Sebastien and Gustave. It was the usual matter of Eliza trying to pry off the lid of the former Rainbow agent, and the other would avoid telling her.

There were times when another operator barged into the room – weapon in hand, to kill this man – but got stopped by other operators.

For herself, she didn’t know how to process this newfound information.

Gerald “Deimos” Morris was the one who killed her parents.

It’s tiring. Her brain felt like short-circuiting, but she kept trying to pay attention to the ongoing attempt to squeeze out the needed information. However, the information dripped slowly from the current situation, and Rainbow had limited time to keep him for long.

Not much progress had been made. The Rainbow’s unwearable patience was currently being tested. And most importantly, Deimos’ existence in this base felt like a drop of lethal poison in a drinkable water source.

Emil and Jamie became restless, Kana couldn’t even stay still, Julien was struggling to keep himself from breaking his promise to Gustave about keeping the criminal alive, and more.

She didn’t want to think any longer. She craved a place she could call home once again.

[The previous place she once called home was gone a long time ago.]

A click of a tongue snapped her from delving too deep into her dark mind, and she saw Eliza strutted out of the interrogation room. Another failed attempt of the interrogation. Reth wondered why they didn’t bring Taina into the room before remembering the demise of her victims after the end of her interrogation.

“Put him back in his cell,” there was a pause in her sentence, “while I’ll dig more into his background.”

The other two men cussed in their mother language. “At this rate, we’ll lose our source of info.” Gustave gritted his teeth. “I don’t know what to do at this point. We tried a lot of tactics, and he doesn’t budge ‘til this point.”

She couldn’t keep up with the rest of the conversation. Her mind was afloat, detached from her own body. None of her attempts to refocus were successful.

Instead, she saw another figure in her stead of controlling her body.

Someone that looked like her, but was dressed in her Nighthaven R&D uniform. Her hair was tied into a small bun, and the supposed Nighthaven emblem was ripped off, leaving an uneven patch.

She watched as her body moved on its own, using the current frustration of the other operators as a cover to approach the interrogation room’s mic and turn it on.

“Uncle Gerald. It’s been a while.”

Those two words worked like a charm. Deimos’s cocky expression was replaced with a more surprised look, knuckles turning white by how hard he squeezed them. The rest of the operators stopped their quarrel and stared at her with mouth agape.

Her tone was almost devoid of life. Almost.

Deimos adjusted his seating, now facing the one-way glass. “You’re supposed to rest, sweetpea. I know you’re currently recovering from your injuries.”

Sweetpea. The nickname that his uncle gave to her when she was little. When both he and her father were close to each other.

Her teeth clacked together, anger in her eyes. “After all this time, you still call me that,” her breath became more ragged, “after you took my parents away. Taking my dreams away. My brother had to let go of his dream of becoming a rocket engineer, and we had to survive with their insurance money.”

“I had to work as a weapon engineer in my father’s stead. I studied so I could get more chances to be accepted into higher-paying jobs. I put myself on the line in the military so I get a sense of purpose in life.” Reth let out a breathy laugh. “I flew myself too close to the sun on purpose to seek something other than this pang of guilt in my chest. All because you took the only thing that could keep me grounded and safe.”

Despite her body being tugged by the older operators, she didn’t budge. Her eyes were fixated on the man in an orange jumpsuit. The prisoner of this place.

A sob escaped from her lips. “At least,” she whispered, “tell me what my father’s last words were. I wanted to hear his words one last time.”

Deimos' hardened face softened, and he leaned back onto his folded chair. Silver handcuffs glint under the fluorescent light. His expression now looked more like that of his old uncle whom his father had gently scolded because he fed them pea snacks outside the scheduled mealtime.

“He wasn’t supposed to die.” He started, and Gustave quickly set up a voice recorder to contain the self-confession. “Keres Legion was trying to reactivate Rainbow, and they needed a switch. So they targeted someone that could be bait for it. Ivan Kovalyov was the perfect candidate for it.”

“I put together a plan. It took me weeks because I didn’t want Ivan to die on me, but I perfected it. Your family wouldn’t get harmed, but the casualties would be enough to satisfy the group.” He bit his lips, dark eyes now looking down to the ground. “I forgot that Ivan was the most selfless person in Rainbow. He wouldn’t fall onto the safety net I gave him.”

[The gas canisters were planted in several hidden spots, strategically placed to fill the stadium within a short amount of time. His undercover, disposable crew helped him with his whole plan without knowing there was a small air pocket being left out in the crowd.

Deimos didn’t wear his mask to make himself blend better with the civilians. Kids were running around the bleachers to get their seats while the adults were purchasing food or souvenirs.

Too bad most of them would be part of the casualties.

The security guard’s uniform fit him perfectly, with his fake ID card displayed right in the pocket. He still pulled down the cap to cover his face, though. Old habit dies hard, or something like that.

Should he recheck the canisters? He could’ve asked others, but he’s not sure if they would do their job properly or–

“Excuse me, can you help me locate this seat?”

It was a familiar, warm voice, laced with the signature thick Russian accent on the top that made his head snap its way towards the voice’s direction almost instantly. Deimos’ dark eyes widened.

Ivan Kovalyov. The supposed target. His old friend whom he’d still cared for to this day.

It took him all of his willpower not to drag him away from the incoming chaos of the place. “I…could try.” Deimos stared at a piece of paper the man was currently holding. “I’m unfortunately a security guard, but I could help ya with this.”

The other man froze in his tracks, the greenish-blue eyes glued to him. “Repeat that again?” He asked, leaning closer to him. Deimos internally cussed to himself.

Ivan always paid attention to people’s voices and accents.

“Did I do something wrong?” He forced his voice to squeak in a high-pitched tune, and it felt like a lump clogged his throat.

‘Gerald’ would never squeak like this, and he hoped this would throw the Russian man off his trail.

Ivan blinked, before backing away from him. “Apologies, I was…” he sighed. “I didn’t take my meds today. I thought you were my old partner.”

Partner. His chest tightened and felt like it was about to burst out, but he prevented himself from doing anything stupid using the little willpower he had left.

Deimos took a deep breath and cleared his throat. Calm down. “Don’t worry, sir. People have been saying I have a very recognizable face.” His tone was higher than the usual baritone one, expression beaming with a wide smile, too wide for his taste. God, his face would cramp the next day. “Do you still want the direction? I can ask my friend to cover up for me.”

The Russian gave him a small smile. “Ah, American hospitality. Good to know they exist!” The passive-aggressive comment made him laugh. Good to hear his voice, still. The same warmth in every word contrasted with the cold exterior during their times in Rainbow and until now.

He wished they could stay like this forever.]

It was the first time Rainbow got a major breakthrough about Keres Legion. The planned assassination of a former Rainbow operator, their past motive, and even how they carried the plan. They never expected to get this information without having to use any force. Ash and Sebastien scrambled in and out of the interrogation room, looking around the archives to verify the claims.

Listening to his uncle’s voice also helped Reth ground herself up. Soothing baritone, the same one when he sang lullabies from his hometown to her and Polar.

Deimos stared at the glass – right through the youngest operator’s soul. “At that point, I was ready to execute my plan. To get this over with.” He fidgeted his thumbs. “But I want him to enjoy his time watching you, even if I have to keep postponing the time.”

“You know you wouldn’t be placed in that situation if you didn’t join Keres Legion in the first place.”

A fist slammed onto the table, making the young operator’s heart jump from her chest to the throat. “Staying in Rainbow would be worse.” He growled.

She’s not going to be intimidated by this man. Not this time.

“Did you know how bad my father coped with your fucking shenanigan?!” She slammed her fist onto the glass barrier, and that made Deimos cringe a bit. “He couldn’t sleep, ate far less, and almost died during most of his missions until the time Rainbow got disbanded. He dug too deep, making deals with multiple PMCs to try and track you down. Meds and your jacket that you never picked up from our house were his only solace in getting at least a shuteye.”

Deimos remained silent. Both of them knew he wouldn’t say anymore today.

Unless…

“Fine, have it your way.” She backed away from the mic, purposely letting the mic on. “Doc, mind telling me the next mission? Or should I ask Cav for it?”

A sharp gasp came out from Gustave. “Non, you’re still recovering–”

The young operator slipped her hand into her chest pocket and pulled out her phone. “Oh, no need. Zero would probably help me with training. Maybe I can negotiate my way with Cav if I did well on it.” Her fingers danced across the screen of her phone as she typed a short message, Mr Fisher’s phone number displayed above it.

“Mon ami, you’ll get in danger once again–”

“I’ve done my physical therapy, Doc. You were there when the hospital let me return to my duty.” A soft chime came out from her phone, and she gave him a shit-eating grin. “I couldn’t just stay here and sit on my ass. I gotta go do my duty as a soldier.”

Her statement wasn’t for Gustave. It was for the one behind the glass, eyes now widened in slight horror.

She’s waiting for what he’d do later on.

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“He asked me to get him involved in our field operations in exchange for more information.”

Jordan clutched his head, pulling his hair out. “No. Fuck no.” He growled, hatred in his eyes. “He almost crippled me, ‘Liza. He fucked up our assets. We lost multiple recruits in Korea because of him!!”

Taina raised her hand. “It’d be better to pull the whole operation from the root down, Trace. You don’t cut the leaves to make weeds disappear.”

“Agreed with Ms Pereira,” Gustave added, “we should make use of this chance to get more intel. We got a breakthrough this week, and we will spend it wisely.”

“This is the first time I disagree with you, Gustave.” Yumiko crosses her arms. “His presence in this base is already impacting Rainbow’s morale. Remember the last time Kana managed to slip past our defenses and attempted to murder Deimos? Emil has been wandering around the hallway like a ghost already.”

The team leaders sighed out loud. Once again, they’re in the middle of an impasse.

Jordan glanced at Jamie, furrowing his eyebrows. “James, waddaya think? You’re the one who knows him personally.”

Reth and Jamie were unfortunately dragged into this meeting as soon as the news of them being somehow related to Deimos came out. So far, only a handful of people know this fact. Limiting access to the information was mainly for the siblings’ safety, especially those who had a grudge against the detained man.

“God, Jordan, you would be disappointed in me.” He gently nudged at Reth. “She’s the second closest one after Pa. I’m not that close to him.”

All eyes went straight to the young operator, expecting her to say something about the matter. She didn’t like the feeling of pressure on her.

“Well, he’s my godfather.” She tucked her hands onto her thighs. “My father wanted his daughters to have someone that we could look up to, and Uncle Gerald was his closest bud during that time. Really, really close buddies.”

“He visited us a lot, went to family holidays together, and even took care of us when he was on solo missions and mother was outside town. He taught me circuits and stuff related to electrical when I was around… six? Seven?” She let out a hum. “At that point, I saw him as a parent. Another family figure. Thus, the name ‘uncle’ came out.”

“James wasn’t close to him. At least, not as close as me.” Her eyes glanced at the taller operator beside her. “Still, Uncle Gerald tried to be close to him. I remembered him getting James some books about applied physics on one of his birthdays. He’s like a stepdad who was trying to get his new stepkids to like him.”

A gloved hand nestled onto her messy hair, and Reth tilted her head upwards to see Seb's familiar neatly trimmed beard. His gentle scalp scratches made her purr. “I have an idea now that we have his relatives.”

Gustave raised one of his eyebrows. “Go on.”

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Reth couldn’t sleep. Again.

Lack of sleep had its consequences. Gustave had warned her multiple times, but she kept ignoring him. In exchange, her hyperawareness to her surroundings has increased tenfold.

The atmosphere was too humid. Oxygen in the air wasn’t enough. The fluorescent light made the room too hot. She could feel her own throat tightened as if her own body wanted her to suffocate.

Calm down, Espion. Sebastien’s plan came first after her own need.

Her trembling hand held onto a cup of black coffee, pushing her focus onto the comfortable warmth of the mug. Sipping the dark liquid, the bitter yet robust taste filled her mouth and snapped her out of the tiredness for now.

Door creaked open. Shuffles of footsteps. Chair shifted away a bit. Breathing noise.

“...It’s been a while, sweetpea.”

Familiar deep voice lulled the young operator away from the discomfort around her, with the same soft tone he would use whenever she threw a meltdown tantrum during her childhood. She could hear the smile in his expression. A genuine one, she hoped.

She put down the mug on the table and finally took a good look at the man right in front of her.

Deimos, now sitting down across her. Smiling warmly at her.

As if he didn’t kill her parents and her boss.

Deep breaths, Espion.

“Yeah, it’s been a while.” She hid her hands under the table, now trembling from the brink of exhaustion. “Did Ash treat you well? I think Rainbow’s containment cell is still humane enough.”

“They provided me with a couple of my favourite Russian poetry books. Good to spend my time reading them.” He tapped the plastic table in a rhythmic pattern. Dark eyes remained sharp. “But I know you’re not here for idle chat. Especially since the last time we’ve met.”

Of course this man knew the motive. Ever since that situation, Eliza kept Reth away from the area. Might be out of fear, or maybe because he could use her to negotiate his way out. Her sudden appearance here would be for something.

To be honest, she wasn’t so sure about Sebastien’s idea. Using her as a so-called ‘bait’ to extract more information on his motive and upcoming plans. And most importantly, the Keres Legion itself. Deimos wasn’t that stupid.

She yawned while keeping her mouth closed and exhaled it out of her nostrils. “I’m just asking a bit of questions, personally made by me.”

“Uh-huh. And they talked you out for this?” He squinted, unconvinced.

“Coming here on my own will.” Fuck, her consciousness was slowly dipping out. “Let’s get this over quickly. I still have a bunch of paperwork to fill.”

Deimos hummed a bit. Something was in his mind. “If the papers are related to Rainbow’s self-report on personal damage, you’d get compensation for the injuries.” His feet lifted up and settled down on the edge of the table. “I hate Rainbow, but this organization gives fair pay and has its own life insurance.”

“First, the compensation money was spent on my whole recovery. I was planning on filling the mission one, actually.” Reth glanced at the one-way glass barrier, smiling at the people on the other side. “It’s a soldier’s duty to save lives. And I’m a soldier myself.”

The calm expression in the former Rainbow operator changed, replaced with irritation. “Soldiers have their time to retreat after a failed mission.”

“Like the time you put me into a coma?” Dominic’s blunt and sarcastic influence on her came out. “You don’t have the right to tell me what to do.”

Nothing beats the satisfaction of seeing the supposed enemy flinched, hurt written all over his expression. She sneered, pushing herself back onto her seat, as silence grew between both of them.

[Comatose wasn’t a fun experience. During that state, she could still listen to the people beside her bed. From Mr Fisher’s weekly visit to tell her about Jamie’s condition, to Gustave checking her vitals and aiding the medical workers to see if they did what he’d told them before.

The constant beeps and whirrs of multiple support machines were the ones that kept her mind intact when people weren’t talking around her.

The silence was the malicious accomplice of her flashbacks.]

He opened his mouth, about to say something, but seemed to hesitate. “...At least,” Deimos’s voice broke the layers of ice between them, his voice now softer than usual. A small hiccup came out of his mouth. "Let me protect you all, like Ivan’s final wish.”

“...Huh?”

Another silence filled the room. This time, it wasn’t because of the other’s lack of cooperation or hostile tension between them.

Right in front of her, the ‘Deimos’ persona seemed to melt away. Like an iceberg chipped away with a small chisel and leaving trails of puddles. Sunlight passed through the clear ice, creating a familiar pillar of light that radiated warmth.

That’s how she felt when she saw his uncle, vulnerable right in front of her. Pleading at her to fulfil her father’s last wish. To let him return to their remaining family.

Her lips trembled. Her whole body shook visibly. Exhaustion has finally caught up to her, whether she liked it or not.

“...I’m tired, Uncle Gerald.” She squeaked out. Warm tears trailed down her puffy red cheeks. “Because of you, I lost a place called home. Because of you, all of us had to go our separate ways to thread our own paths. I couldn’t close my eyes without seeing myself back into the chaos that happened that day. To see my father’s body in the middle of that stadium’s grass field.”

[His body was cold when she finally found him. She was too late.

Young Remington screamed at the sky, and her small body tried to drag her father’s massive physique. Was this because she had beaten those American kids on the track? Was this because God wanted her not to throw more meltdown tantrums? What did she do wrong to make God hate her??

She prayed. She promised to be kind to her classmates who pushed her around. To eat her vegetables without gagging. To hold back her tantrums. All for a miracle.

No matter how loud her screams and prayers were, her father remained limp on her body, dragged away to safety by his own daughter.]

“I wish,” Reth’s voice now barely a whisper, her consciousness slipping out, “you were there when I needed you.”

“I missed your warm hugs. I missed you.”

At this point, her hyperawareness was almost nonexistent. All she could feel was the dark spots dancing in her sight, and her body grew heavier, refusing to budge from the seat. She didn’t notice the sound of the chair skidding against the floor and a pair of light footsteps moving toward her.

Warm fingers gently touched her reddened cheeks, wiping off her tears. “I’m here now, sweetpea.” Deimos softly cooed. “Do you wanna take a nap, kiddo? I can try hugging you while you’re asleep.”

It only took her a small nod for him to smile — the same smile he had when she was still under his care.

[Jamie was about to burst into the room and grab his sister, but Sebastien pulled him aside to calm him down. The Canadian felt that if he disrupted their moment, Deimos would rip open a new hell in Rainbow. Currently, the only thing that seemed to keep the former operator from doing exactly that was the petite woman wrapped in his embrace, quietly snoring her exhaustion away.

Choosing her to do the interview was a good idea.]

#r6s #r6s oc #r6s deimos #r6s doc #r6s ash #r6s buck #r6s hibana #r6s thermite #r6s caveira #When your wife and your soulmate are two different person #I joked about this a lot to my friends hdkgh #Why Ivan's last name is different? He enlisted to Rainbow with his actual russian name #Harmonics is his new name when he settled down in US

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hispg · 9 months ago

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Pretty little thing

Pairings: R6! Leon X Fem! Reader

Summary: You always were so curious if old guys actually do it better. Well, Leon's here to prove it to you.

Wc:2.3k

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, p in v, fingering, implied age gap(not specified), a bit of mean Leon, creampie.

God forgive what he was doing, but it was a far cry from Leon's self-control, you managed to make this old man lose his temper so easily.

"Pretty little fucking thing, you're going to get what you need." Leon purred, his blue eyes penetrating yours, his thumb fondling your clit as you arched under him.

He'd already made you come twice, while he just massaged your clit, nothing more. He didn't finger you, he didn't fuck you, he managed to make you cum twice with minimal effort.

You had asked him if it was true that older guys were better at sex, that they had more experience. You were a bit incredulous in that respect, and he was determined to prove it to you. And he had the time and patience for it.

And if he still had a shred of honesty left, he was eager to get his hands on a girl as beautiful as you. He may be old, but he has everything it takes to drive you crazy with his advances.

"Uhm - can you, please..." You plead, trying to push your hips up to meet his thigh, where you had plans to hump him, just like a bitch in heat.

What a good man, you thought, as he began to rub your clit more fervently, one of his fingers sliding down your wet slit, opening the lips of your pussy. It looked like he was going to finger you, but then he stopped doing that, suddenly stopped.

He abruptly took his fingers away from you, giving you nothing more.

The sensation was enough to make you whimper, and you just looked at him with red cheeks and a pout on your lips. Only to see that he had that shit-eating grin on his face. Cocky son of a bitch.

"My pace, you should learn to respect your elders." He says in a mocking tone, this time he's mounted you, pinning your arms above your head, preventing any movement from you.

"Honestly-" Silly of you to think that he would allow you to say anything, he soon pressed his lips against yours.

His tongue emerged to meet yours, his lips moving in sync with yours, his fingers wickedly tugging at your clit, smiling against your mouth every time you squirmed beneath him.

Dripping wet, your pussy clenching against the wind every time, you could feel your head spinning every time he continued with these non-stop circular movements.

"Open up." He said in an authoritative whisper, biting your lower lip and giving it a gentle pull.

It wasn't long before you felt his hands leave your clit, finding their way to the back of your thighs, holding your legs wide open. You could say it was embarrassing, but you were already so overwhelmed by the sensations of the moment. By now you were holding your legs open the way he wanted.

"Dirty little thing, look at that." Leon purrs, sliding his fingers along the lips of your slit, getting his fingers wet in the process.

The sly whimper that came out of you was the perfect response for him. Without letting you think, he slid one of his fingers into you, sinking the thick digit into your wet pussy.

"I bet none of the boys your age have done that to you, mh?" he says in a naughty tone, curving his fingers around your g-spot and making you see little stars.

"Mhmhm." You nod in a moan mixed with an attempt at speech, so fixated on the way he put his fingers in you, in and out, as if he was so experienced at it.

And he was, for your fortune or misfortune.

You were almost going crazy with the way his lips were attached to your neck, licking and nibbling, his tongue making patterns that made you roll your eyes every time. It was so erotic and so delicious, you tightened around his fingers every time.

He smiled when he noticed you buck your hips against his fingers, pushing his digits faster against you, so fast and deep that all you could do was squirm and moan his name. It felt so good, your wet cunt wrapping around him, you were almost at the point of letting out all your sweet liquids.

"Are you going to cum again, sweetie?" Leon asked in mockery, giving your neck a firm suck, leaving a mark there.

It was all too much, you watching Leon humping the bed in a way to relieve the growing erection in his pants, or the way he fingered you so well while keeping an eye on your reactions. He was doing it like no one else, making you see the sky and the stars with just his hand.

"Oh- Shit-" You whimper, squirming and trying to hold on to his fists to make him stop.

This only added more gasoline to the fire, he began to shove his fingers deeper into you, reaching all your spongy spots, not even letting you breathe properly.

All you felt was your eyes rolling back in your head, all your fluids being expelled from your body as you collapsed under him, your body in a hot mixture of sweat and ecstasy.

You felt as if the world was spinning, your orgasm washing over you as you still tried to situate yourself. Only for you to open your eyes and see the image of Leon, smiling like the cocky bastard he was.

He knew very well that he had you wrapped around his finger at that moment.

"Did you feel good?" He asked in a purr, pressing his teeth against your jaw, then lifting his face and looking at you in a naughty way.

And damn, the look was enough to make you even wetter, if that was possible at all.

You just nodded dumbly, feeling your pussy clench around nothing.

You could have sworn to God that you'd never felt as excited as you did right now.

"Good, good." He hummed, slapping your clit twice.

For some reason, every time he made any movements with those muscular arms of his, you felt even more aroused. The veins in his arm all showing, the muscles jumping out with every movement he made. How could you not act like that?

"Keep them open." Leon says, his hands leaving you and heading for his belt.

If there was one thing he was, it was cunning, because it didn't take him more than a few seconds to undo his belt, his pants hanging open while you could already see his cock begging to come out of the confining fabric.

Soon you found yourself salivating, drooling at the wet spot that was forming in his pants. He might even have had all the control in the world, but he couldn't fool his body, surely he was as turned on as you were.

You then sat down on the bed, putting your hands on his muscular thighs and letting yourself run your lips along the underside of his stomach, dragging your tongue across his hard muscles, and he grunted and moaned in response.

The next thing you felt was his hand on the back of your head, urging you on. You quickly pulled down his pants, your eyes going wide when you saw his cock throbbing inside his underwear.

"Don't tell me your little eyes are shining like that because of me?" He says, pulling your hair to make you look up and see him smiling at you in a dirty way.

It was the final push for you to pull down his underpants, making his cock jump out, touching your cheek lightly. His pre-cum sticking to your skin, his tip dripping as his cock throbbed and ached, waiting for any touch from you.

When you took the tip and guided it into your mouth, he stopped you before you could do anything, your hand still wrapped around his member as he held your chin tightly.

"That's not why you called me here, is it?" he purred, pushing you back onto the bed, making you lie on your back.

You could feel the palpitation forming in your body, your sly eyes meeting his as he looked at you with a hungry gaze, his cock throbbing, leaking even more.

"I'll show you exactly what you want to know, sweetheart." Without warning he pushed his lips against yours, pulling you into a sloppy, hot kiss.

You soon felt him grasp the back of your thighs, putting you in a mating press, your legs so open that he could see whatever he wanted to.

His tip bumped against your clit, and he began to slowly grind against your twitching limb, which left you moaning into his mouth, moving your hips in sync with his.

His grunts mingled with your moans, his breathing mingled with yours, and you soon felt him humping you like a dog in heat.

"I'll show you why experience matters."

And he slid into you, his thick cock making you stretch in such a good way, your toes curling at the sensation. You were fucking wet, warm, jelly-like walls that accommodated him so well.

"Fucking tight. I can barely fit." Leon said as he thrust into you, deeper and deeper, to the point where you wondered if his cock had gone all the way in.

Seeing your sly expression, he smiled, moving his lips down to your neck, grabbing your sensitive skin and placing it between his teeth. Making you shiver with a certain discomfort, only for him to lick and soothe the area.

"Can't you loosen up, mh? So tight you can't stretch any further?" He purrs, thrusting slowly and methodically into you.

"That's it.... It's too much-" You whimper, putting your hands on his chest in an attempt to make him take the slightest pity on you.

All he did was sneer, giving you a very sharp smack of his hips, hitting your sweet spots in such a delicious way.

"Don't tell me you're trying to tap out? Mh, I'm sure you can handle it." He whispered to you, biting your earlobe as he fucked you quietly, sensually, rolling his hips to slide into you.

You felt your pussy stretching more and more to accommodate him, and yet you felt your walls clenching around him so hard. His tip was buried so deep in you that you didn't even know it was possible.

Your toes curling as he rammed into you, the wet noises along with the moans you both let out was the only thing that reached your ears now.

"I bet little boys your age can't do that, huh?" he says with a matching smile, pulling his cock out of you, only to shove it in all at once.

At that moment a strangled whimper came from your throat, as you closed your eyes tightly, finding the sensation too much for you to bear.

So close, you were so close to the edge that you couldn't hold on for long, all you did was stare at him with your sly little eyes, looking at his expression. His hair stuck to his forehead, his lips parted as he fucked you, his sweat dripping and mixing with yours, his muscles contracting with his every move.

When Leon became aware of the murmurs you were trying to say, the way you were drooling as he fucked you dumb, he controlled himself with everything he had not to cum here and now.

"Tight little pussy never been fucked like this, mh?" he taunts once more, pulling you into a languid, heated kiss, his hands squeezing the back of your thigh once more, but this time he pushes your legs against your chest, giving him the perfect intention to do what he was already doing.

His hips pounding brutally against you, his heavy balls slapping against you to the point of leaving a red mark on you, your fluids dripping down your body and onto the sheets.

His free hand went to your clit, massaging you slowly, adding even more to your pleasure.

When he detached his lips from yours, he even opened his lips to speak, but preferred to watch the erotic image in front of him. You with your lips parted, your eyes rolling back as you came, so drunk on his cock that you didn't even let him know you were close.

"That old cock still does the job, doesn't it?" Leon says with that damn smug grin, looking down to watch the scene.

White cream oozing out of you, your little hole still wrapped around him as he slowly grinded against you.

"Fucking good." You say under your breath, looking at him with glassy eyes.

For once you were recovering, but he jerked his hips forward, giving you another deep thrust, and then another and another. To the point where he was fucking you in a frenzied way, simply leaving you in a mess, a whimpering mess.

"I'll show you what's really good." He growls in your ear, biting your lobe as he plunges into you.

Even with your mind in shambles, you felt his hot spurt inside you, his cum flooding out of you. You'd never done it before, but it was so good, so raw. He finished while moaning some loud swear word, which you didn't understand because you were too focused on the moment.

You couldn't even think straight, and neither could he, so he just lay on top of you and waited for you both to come down from the heights. At this point, you could barely keep your eyes open, the sensation was too much for you.

Surely, this old man has made you feel like you're in paradise, and if you still don't believe him, he has all night to prove it to you.