#leon whines

[wolfboyleonsblog]

Why do boys have to have periods :(

[narcissarina]

𝔊𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔫 ℭ𝔞𝔤𝔢, 𝔅𝔩𝔲𝔢 𝔅𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔰

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Pairings: bodyguard!Leon × college billionaire!reader

Word count: 2,948

Tw: suggestive, mentions of trauma(?), chase play

Summary: after last nights incident, you came to Leon’s meeting and met everyone and got to the training room. He helps you train.

𝙸𝚅.

You woke up, in a different clothing and staring blankly to Leon. He wore a black polo, red tie and some black jeans. He was leaning against your wall, beside the doorframe and his arms were folded.

Leon just told you about last night, you were crying and hitting your pillow repeatedly until you calm down then finally bore your eyes to Leon. “Are you done, princess?” he asked, stepping forward then sit on the edge, his hand supporting his weight when he leans, you nodded and flop nod face first.

“It’s not your fault, don’t beat yourself to it.” Leon said, he was hesitant at first but placed his hand to your thigh—giving it a squeeze, you hum at his touch but didn’t show signs of disapproval nor discomfort. You’re hugging your pillow and muffling your sniffles.

“I’m just glad you came…”

“I came, because you called.” Leon assured and his hand left your thigh and took that pillow away that’s been blocking your face. If it helps, Leon will compliment you, “Let me see that pretty crying face of yours, sweetheart.” He chuckle and use both of his hand to help you sit up.

But you added weight to stay in bed, Leon’s stronger than you so you’re pretty light to him. “Come here.” He said and open his arms, you didn’t bother to lift a finger and just bury your face to the crook of his neck—you swift your position a little and your forehead to his neck. Looking down at his tie that he didn’t tie up yet.

“Where you going?” you asked, Leon’s hand caress your back to comfort you, “I’m going to a meeting, they need me.” Leon replied, his tone low. He fights himself not to bury his nostrils to your hair and inhale your scent, it oddly calms him down. Yet, he doesn’t know why he finds solace to your scent.

“Can I come?” you plead, your chin to his chest—giving your best puppy eyes. It made Leon crack a small smile as his hand found contact with your cheeks, brushing away those tears from your eyes and tracing the tear burns away. “I don’t know, will you be good?” he asked, raising a brow.

You gave a weak nod, your chin still to his chest as he pulled himself away.

“Okay then, go get ready.”

You muster up all your energy to got out of bed, Leon even praises you for it since he knew you’re really having a hard time right now ever since last night, “my parents didn’t know about last night, right?” your words came out like a hush to the wind, Leon shakes his head and pats your head. “Look at that, you got out of bed.”

You rolled your eyes and get yourself ready.

Leon waited at the gate, his motorcycle parked. You bid farewell to your parents and catch up with him, “Leon!” you called, he turns and tuck his hand to his pockets, “ready to go?” you nodded at his question as he handed you a helmet.

“I hope you like thrill rides.” Leon said, putting his own helmet on as you got to his back, good thing you wore soft cotton pants today and a long sleeve fitted top, “what do you mean? We’re on your bike.” You spoke as Leon starts to rev.

“You’ll see what I mean, princess. Hold on tight.” You squeeze your hands together around his waist, feeling his rock hard abs, you want your fingers to brush up and down and tease him. You poke and before he starts, he leans back—grabs both of your hands and squeeze them together, pull you close as he turns to see you. “Don’t too naughty now.”

You felt your cheeks and ear burning hot, you nod and hold yourself close to him. Then took off.

The ride was okay, you didn’t quite know what Leon just said about thrill rides. He turns to look at his watch, “let’s not be late.” He mutter, “what?” your question were muffled when Leon rev again as he sped up.

Skipping lines and squeezing in to possible space to get in time, your hold tightens—your head resting to his back as he increases the speed. “Wanna see a trick?” Leon yelled for you to hear, desperately shaking your head but feels like he’s lifting the front wheel off the ground, “oh, fuck no!” you curses, causing you to hold on much tighter as if you’re now holding on for your dear life.

Good thing that nightmare finally ended, you were left shaking at the backseat. Leon took his helmet off as he could feel you trembling, “you can let go now,” he chuckle, tapping your fingers but you shake your head. Hugging him tighter, Chris came to the door, “Oh, Leon. Jesus,” His friend was surprised that he brought you with him.

“No need to worry, Chris. She’s my responsibility.” Leon assured, “you better,” Chris hates his head and gestures inside, “come on, the meeting is starting soon.”

“I’ll be with you after I calm her down.” Leon struggles to take your hand apart so you could let him go, he now has both of your wrist as he slowly guide you off his bike. “See? I warned you, didn’t I?” you hit him and weakly try fighting him because he gave you a scare for life.

“Come on, I’ll be late.” Leon smirks and get off your helmet and put it in the bike, “I’ll buy you ice cream.” He bribe and finally got you to calm down and guide you inside.

He was greeted by people, as he came to his group.

“Oh my.” Claire gasp, Rebecca supposed to say something but got cut off by Chris, “don’t worry, Leon brought her here.” Leon nodded at his words, “if anything happens, she’s my responsibility.” Leon assured.

“Hey, guys. Just so you know, meetings gonna start s—” Luis spoke and cut himself off when he laid eyes to the group, “well, well, well. Who do we have here?” Luis chuckle and asked, his eyes scanning you and Leon.

“is this the Señorita that you’re guarding?” his his hispanic tone strong as he asked your bodyguard. “Sure is.” Leon answered Luis question, “You’re doing a great job guarding a dime.” Luis chuckle and walk over to Leon and hand him a file.

You felt embarrassed at the mans flattering words, “where are my manners?” Luis said and turn to you, “my names Luis, encantado.” He flashes a smile and wave the group, “ciao.”

“Well then,” Leon put the file aside and put his hand over your shoulder, “let me introduce you to some friends, this is Rebecca, Claire and Chris.” Leon points to each and one of them, “the guy who you just met is Luis. He just introduce himself and dip.” Leon added and you could hear Rebecca chuckle at Leon’s remark, “that’s good ‘ol Luis.” The girl with short boy cut said with a smile.

“Meetings starting… I’ll be going first.” Claire dismiss herself and left, Chris followed and smiled at you before disappearing out of sight. Which left you, Rebecca and Leon alone.

“Is there a training ground here?” you whisper to Leon, you tip toe to meet his ears height, “the training room?” Rebecca shift her weight and tilt her head, “we do have one here, currently empty since meeting is being held.” She added before looking at the watch, “I’ll be off now, don’t keep us waiting, agent Kennedy.” She pats Leon’s shoulder and walk off.

“Don’t cause trouble, okay?”

“I’m not a little girl, Leon.”

“I know,” Leon shuffles your hair and look down at you, “training room at the second floor, third door. There’s a bunch of equipment there too.” Leon added, “I’ll be off now.” You nodded and waved him goodbye as you made your way to the elevator and press the third floor button.

You found the room, full of equipment, either weapons or anything to train on. It’s like half of a gym, you packed some extra clothes just incase you get too much sweaty as you train.

Remembering past lessons as you get on with it, taking off your top and revealing your sport bra—you hope no one sees you. It’ll be embarrassing for you if someone barged in as you train and workout, right?

You put on your knuckle sleeve where you beg keeps dropping hints to your father to buy you one, it took a while but at least he finally got the hint and bought you three pairs of it.

You walk to the punching bag, taking a couple of deep breaths—tying your hair up into a messy bun, giving a hit for a couple few times until anger built within you, as if the fire finally receive the fuel to burn. Your hatred and how you almost put yourself in danger because of how unaware you are and how oblivious you can be. You hated people who take other people for granted, knowing that most of them are men.

You imagine the punching bag as the guy who put fucking drugs into your cocktail, you didn’t lie when you texted Leon that you’re just drinking cocktails and never an alcohol because you would want yourself to be sober than be a wasted fool, pass out then people would take advantage on your passed out form where you are fucking vulnerable.

Fingers starts to hurt, hands becoming numb, an aching feeling in your heart—you image what would happen if Leon didn’t really made it in time, you’d be harass, kidnap or worse. Tears starts to form in your eyes, your hands red from all the strike you put your energy to. Even the knuckle pads weren’t enough to bruising your hand.

Each strike was hit by anger, despair, the pain it caused you—the trauma you gain and an experience that you wouldn’t forget as it was craved at the back of your head.

You screamed at it and give it a final blow, causing it to break and get thrown at the ground as it can’t hold the impact of every punch you gave it, tears were already slipping to your cheeks—sobbing and shaking. Looking at your hands, red and bruised. You ignored the pain, probably because you’re punishing yourself for it.

You don’t know what to do since you broke their punching bag, you don’t know how much it cost and you’d be damn if you talk to your father to replace their punching bag. You got to carried away, and you can’t blame yourself when you got too much thoughts and anger to let out.

Leon was at the door, watching you punish yourself—beating the shit out of the punching bag until it breaks and pour floor with sands. Meetings just ended and he went straight to this room to look for you.

He walk towards you, taking off his tie and putting it on the side, “hey.” He called, you heard his voice and turn around to see him, “I broke the…” you mutter, looking down at the ground as you feel ashamed to yourself for breaking something that clearly doesn’t belong to you. Leon nodded, walking up to your vulnerable figure, you fidgeting your fingers as he puts both of his hands to your shoulder. Making you shudder how cold his hands were, probably the AC was on when the meeting started.

“I’ll replace it, didn’t I say that you’re my responsibility?” Leon assured and wipe the tear off that fell down from your cheek, “say, let me help you train, yeah?” he suggested, his hands retreating and going to the opposite side. “You strike, I do defense. Let me see how well you train yourself to fight.”

You nodded to his words and chuckle, you never thought your father also hired a fucking mentor. “What’s so funny, princess? Come on, get on your fighting stance.” Leon spoke, lighting up the room, to lift your sadness and sorrows and help you improve your fighting skill—so if ever Leon wasn’t around, you’d buy him time to get to your aid when you’re in danger.

You strike, he blocks your attack with his forearm. “again,” Leon command, you hit again—giving your best hit to his forearm, “come on,” he chuckle and hit you lightly which caught you off guard, “hey! You said you’ll only do defense.” You frown, he smirk and stood straight—rolling up his sleeve to show his muscles.

“I mean, where’s the thrill in that?” you rolled your eyes at his words and charged at him, lifting your leg up and trying your best to beat him to the floor.

This turned into a play fight, which got Rebecca, Claire, and Chris curious and just watched—they feel like they’re watching two cats fighting since you’re the one throwing a fit to Leon and he’s just enabling you to fight him and make him get on his ground.

It was tiring, but you learn so much from him. You were having fun, but at the same time Leon is trying to piss you off to let out your steam of anger. You quickly learn to get which move he’ll make and you change your fighting pace.

Which finally got you on top of him as he finally was defeated to the ground, making you yelp in victory. “I got you!” you yelp, panting—chest rising up and down as Leon’s hair was a mess and full of sweat.

A whistle was heard from the door, “so much sexual tension.” Luis said before running off because Rebecca would hit him with a file in her hand, Claire backed off quickly and motion the others to leave the room.

You felt embarrassed as crimson rise from your cheeks and ears, you feel yourself pulsing. You sat on his hard abs, not to his pants or else you would’ve feel the boner that Leon has. “Get up, princess. Don’t get use to this.”

You nodded and got off of him, helping him up as both of you were covered in sweat. Leon’s polo felt tight and so is the confinement of his pants. “there’s the door to the changing room.” Leon points behind you, you turn to see as he approach your bag and hand it to you.

“go change, I’ll take you home.”

You follow his words and got change to an oversize sweater and a baggy pants, you fresh up and put on some perfume so that your father wouldn’t question the sweat that you had with Leon when he trained with you.

You got home, got greeted by the servants again. Leon chuckle at what he thought is a tradition of this household, you called out for your parents to let them know you’re home, “Father, we’re back!” you called, but no response. You got to the stairs and called out again, “Father!”

Someone cleared their throat loudly to capture your attention, “your father and mother went out of country for official business.” The butler said, “where to?” you asked, jogging down and meeting him face to face, “I do not know, he just told me to inform you that they will be out for a while.” You nodded and mouth “thank you.”

So… you have the house to yourself. Great! You could do anything you want, dress how you want and be whoever you want. No parents to tell you what to do, tell you how to act and you could do shit without getting scolded. But one problem, Leon’s still here.

“Don’t get too excited, princess.” He said, walking up behind you—he leans and whispered to your ear, “you know I’m still here, hm?” he tilts his head, his lips dangerously close to your ear.

“You can shoo now!” you exclaim, turning around to push him away, “after all this time, you still push me away? You wound me…” you squint at him and hit him a couple of times, but you stomp on his foot which got him pissed.

“Listen here, doll.” You yelp when he growls and start chasing you, “you better run,” you could hear him chuckle and smile with amusement. You shut every door that you go but he ended up bursting through them and chasing you.

He’s having fun, but you feel your heart race.

You went to your room and hid under your bed, calm your breath and wait for him to barge in and find you. He came in, you see his shoe taking every step, you felt the excitement of this little cat and mouse chasing game but you also feel the suspense.

“come on out, sweetheart.” He spoke softly, his voice deep and luring. “Come on, you still push me away?” he teases, he finds amusement to your little playfulness.

You give out a breathy giggle and lift your feet a little to give a little small light stomp, not until you feel hands on your ankle—you screamed as you got pulled out, got manhandled, as you flop to bed with your back on the softness of your bed.

“let go!” you whine and giggle, “you like this?” he asked, struggling to catch your wrist until he puts them up your head and his nose buried to the crook of your neck. Inhaling your scent once again, you feel ticklish and his hip separating your legs, making them wide apart.

“Leon, stop! You’re tickling me. Stop poking your gun.”

He chuckle and place soft kisses to your neck as he whispers, “that’s not a gun, I don’t have it with me.”

Your heart drop.

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[lesbianwyllravengard]

Sadly I'm not gonna finish my angst drawing in time for Serennedy Week day 4 - Angst but while taking ref pics I got some of how Leon looks at Luis after he dies that you can all be sad over. You're welcome

[onismdaydream]

i have to clock in to work in 3 minutes but i’m imagining puppy leon too 😞 need him to be needy and clingy and so so so sad when i’m gone. why don’t i have a puppy boy rn when is it my turn to be happy

fr !!!!!! like its not FAIR that i dont have a puppy boy :((

i just love love love re2 era leon 🥺 i think he would have bad separation anxiety, especially at first, because he was so used to attention for being a New and Cute puppy, so anytime that he's alone he just gets sad and nervous :((( but when you come home, he gets SO excited! like pounces on you immediately and starts licking at your face and neck and hugging you and just being so clingy! he does not leave your side at all, and he gives you the biggest puppy eyes when you try to go somewhere without him, begging you to take him with you, even if it's just to the other room

he's just so adorable, though, so you can't say no!! he's your little puppy boy and you'll do whatever he wants ❤️

[barknwuff]

Start thinking about roughing a boy up and I get so antsy I also start uncontrollably fidgeting

[cool-cowboy]

A Weeknight Patrol

Tags:

Submissive Leon S. Kennedy, Workplace relationship, Car sex, Leon is a munch, Panty kink, Body worship, Roleplay, Begging, Accidental voyeurism, Idiots in love

Summary:

“Hm… Something entertaining to do..? Alone… At night…”

In which you and Leon are both rookies, and friends with benefits, but probably also in love with each other. You're out on a late night patrol at a barren speed trap, bored out of your minds, so you find something more interesting to do. An interruption in the form of your boss checking in on the radio, some unexpected, clumsy roleplay, and a sweetheart Leon, as always.

Text:

“Holy shit this is boring!” He slams his head back into his headrest, being dramatic, coaxing a soft smile out of me.

“C’mon, could be worse…” Not much worse, we’ve been sitting here staring at an empty road for the past hour, nothing to do but sit and talk, the only station that isn’t static on the cruiser radio deciding now is a good time to play some sensual R&B, which is turned down low just to give us some noise besides the rain. He gives me a look, lolling his head to the side to look at me, his frown terribly cute paired with his sunburn, courtesy of a patrol that left us sitting in the sun for a few hours earlier this week.

“Guess so, could be bored out of my mind and by myself.” He runs a hand over his face, digging the heel of his palm into his eyes, trying to wake himself up. “They’re giving us all the shit patrols on purpose… Goddamn annoying…” His voice is a low grumble, cute, his eyes cast forward out the windshield. “We should start bringing cards or something, have something half entertaining to do.” There it is, my in, perfect time to suggest we make better use of our time. God knows he won’t, we’ve been sleeping together for a month and he’s still too damn shy to ever initiate it, not that I mind, it’s charming, and I appreciate he enjoys my company enough to not only want me around because I’m just as horny as him. I have put myself in a situation, half in love with the man I’m supposed to be casually hooking up with, but I can’t help it, he’s so sweet, textbook boyfriend material.

“Hm… Something entertaining to do..?” I give him a look, but he’s clueless, just staring at me with his brows drawn together, hands drumming on the steering wheel. “Alone… At night…” It clicks, and he goes bashful, all blushy and nervous, shocked I’d suggest a location other than either of our bedrooms.

“You mean- uh… Here..?” He looks scared, and I have to hold down my laugh, nodding lightly and leaning toward him, loving the way his eyes dip toward my lips, the nervous swallow he does when my hand slides over his thigh.

“Why not? No one’s gonna be around any time soon…” I smile, but he still looks unsure, much more serious about following the rules of the department, more worried about being caught. “Don’t you think it’d be hot? We can-”

“Okay.” He nods, small and nervous, his hand coming up to pull me in by my jaw, stray velco of his glove scratchy on my skin. “God, this is… Crazy.” He lets me kiss him first, following my lead, slow and light, his breathing quickly going uneven. “Are you… Sure this…” He speaks between kisses, voicing his unease, my hand soothing over his upper arm helping to relax him. “It’s okay?” I don’t know if he was a virgin before we met, never thought to ask, but it sure seems like it in moments like this, when he’s so meek, shaking before me, so worried over something so insignificant.

“It’ll be fine, Leon.” I plant sweet kisses down his neck, nosing at a spot he likes at the base of his throat. “Do you want to? We can wait..?” He runs his fingers through my hair, heaving a massive sigh, pressing his lips to the top of my head.

“I want to…” He’s so awkward, too shy to be forward, but I don’t mind, it only takes a little coaxing to get the truth out of him, just a little touch and some sweet words and he’s putty in my hands.

“Yeah?” It comes out breathless, excited, but I guess that’s honesty. I let him pull my head back up, pretty blue eyes staring into mine for a few seconds before he pulls me in, setting a delightfully slow pace, almost romantic.

“This is… Like porn.” I laugh against his lips, drawing his own low laugh out of him, pleasantly surprised when he pulls at one of my belt loops. “Can you… C’mere?” I comply quickly, satisfied he’s being a little bossy, something I don’t usually get during my time spent with him, settling myself on top of him, hips lifted an inch off him, my head nearly hitting the ceiling. “Holy shit… This is… you look really good.” I smile down at him, pleased at the compliment, and his pretty blush.

“Yeah? Let’s take your vest off, there’s not room.” There really isn’t, I’m against the steering wheel and there’s still not any space, the bulky vests making us take up twice the space we usually would.

“Okay.” I fumble for the clips, and he doesn’t waste any time unclipping mine as well, pausing to let me pull his up over his head and toss it into the passenger seat, mine following soon after. “It’s hot… I should probably… Take this off too.” I giggle, watching him work the buttons of my shirt before leaning forward to press it back and off my arms, casting it to the seat beside him without much care, hazy eyes cast down at my exposed skin. “Jesus, I swear you look better every time…” He lets his hands run up my sides, giving me a shy smile when his cold fingers make me shiver. “Kiss me, come on, please, come down here an-” I press my lips hard against his, open-mouthed and messy, trying to set the proper mood, since car sex doesn’t really suit his usual, more romantic style. He moans against my lips, greedy hands pulling my hips down into his lap, his mouth breaking from mine to let out a soft groan.

“You seem to enjoy breaking the rules, officer…” He likes that, for whatever reason, my words earning me a pretty moan and his needy hips pushing up into me. I laugh, pulling him back in for another kiss, pressing my hips down into his in time with needy kisses. He’s being more handsy than usual, hands sliding and gripping all over, pulling me in and exploring my skin.

“You’re so pretty…” He makes his way down, kissing a messy, feverish line down my throat, smiling into my skin when I let out a pleasured sigh. “So… Damn good… So hot…” He never shuts up, something that seriously annoyed me at first, but slowly became something I can’t get enough of. “Gimme some help, yeah?” He’s fumbling with my bra, can never get it undone unless he’s staring right at it, which, to me, is very entertaining to watch. “C’mon… Can’t-Goddamnit! Please, do it for me.” I give him a look, and he presses his lips back to my skin, kissing and sucking just above my bra. “Please. C’mon, wanna see your pretty tits.” I give in, pressing a hand to his chest to lean him back, giving him a good view as I pop the clasp and slide it down my arms, letting him grab it and toss it away before he’s coming back, sat up to mouth at my nipple, his arms curling into my waist and squeezing me against him. He groans, sucking on my nipple and lathing his tongue over it before pulling back up, trailing kisses back up, pulling back to look into my face.

“How’re we gonna do this?” I smile, moving to unbutton his shirt, keeping my eyes on his, loving the nervous, lusty look he’s giving me, feeling his chest heave under my hands as I make my way down.

“How do you wanna do this?” I’m curious, usually there isn’t really any talk, we just go with the flow, but he’s more nervous than usual, out of his comfort zone, looking to me to tell him what I want. His hands slide up my sides, one staying up to play with a nipple, the other sliding back down to rest heavy on my hip.

“Wanna eat you out.” Of course. He has a passion for it, was terrible at it the first time we hooked up, vowed to become a prodigy. He has gotten good, better than anyone else I know, went from having no clue where the clit was to ripping multiple orgasms out of me for his own pleasure.

“I don’t think there’s room in here for that, Leon.” He frowns, twisting around to take a look in the backseat, lips pursed when he meets my eyes.

“I’ll make room.” He taps the side of my leg, looking way too handsome, staring up at me with his pretty blue eyes, pretty much saying he refuses to go without getting a taste. “Let me up, yeah?” I do, shifting up off him and nearly tumbling into the passenger seat, caught by his big hands and set down nicely. He climbs into the backseat, and I peer amusedly around the side of mine to watch him lay himself down, legs bent as far as they’ll go, his head still half crushed against the door. “This is fine.” I raise my brows, disbelieving, and he frowns, sitting up and shuffling up to seated, waving me back, and I comply, not wanting to deny him when he wants it so bad, even if it might be a little uncomfortable.

“What are you-” He grabs my hips and drags them a few inches from the door, the plastic digging into my back when he eases me into a slight reclined position, staring, enjoying the view for a seconds before slotting himself between my legs, letting one arm come around behind my head to support himself by the door. He presses a happy kiss to my lips, letting his forehead rest against mine as his hand ghosts up my thigh.

“This is… Exciting… I can’t fucking wait to make you cum.” He runs his thumb over my clit, overly gentle, only enough to make me flinch, not expecting him to get to business so quickly, usually he spends a lot more time making me wait. He starts a steady rhythm, watching my face, fanning his thumb up and down over my clit, keeping it gentle. “I hope you’re not in the mood to argue… Because I’m in the mood to give all you can take.” He smiles, enjoying my shocked expression, giving his thumb a little more pressure. He’s not bold, until we’re doing something like this, in which case he says whatever comes to mind, no idea how sexy it is to have someone so willing and eager to worship me.

“We’ll see, don’t you think you’ve done enough teasing, though?” He nods, letting his hand drift up to work the button and zipper of my pants, pulling himself back to ease them down my legs, groaning and rubbing his head when he slams it into the ceiling.

“Shit, you okay?” I drag him back in, inspecting, no bump.

“I’m fine, let go.” I do, giving him a playful glare when he bats my hands away. “I have work to do.” He gives a satisfied smirk, ignoring my scoff to successfully get my pants off, groaning and pretty much diving between my legs, his nose pressed to my clit before he lifts his head to kiss it, moaning and sucking through the fabric, hands running feverishly over my thighs and hips, his eyes closed to focus on whatever pleasure he’s getting out of this. He slides one hand down, pressing his thumb into the wet patch of my underwear, moaning loudly and squirming as he rubs his rough skin over the soaked fabric. “Goddamn, you’re so fucking wet. I’m so lucky, you’re so good.” As soon as he finishes talking he’s back to it, only his mouth and hand switch places, and he’s sucking at my slicked soaked panties while rubbing quick, harsh circles into my clit.

“Jesus- You…” It nearly hurts, how fast and rough he’s being, and he knows it, evil eyes peering up at me, looking pleased to have caught me off guard. “Why don’t you take those off, yeah?” He groans, his hips rutting roughly into the seat below him, his thumb working a little more gentle, satisfied once he feels me shake.

“Not yet, you look so cute in them, let me stay like this a little longer.” I can’t refuse, he’s too cute, flushed and needy and loving this. “Did you wear these for me?” He speaks into me, not bothering to pull his lips back, his breath fanning the spit and slicked soaked fabric.

“What if I did?” They’re his favorite pair, a lace and cotton navy thong, simple, but for whatever reason they drive him crazy.

“Then I’ll have to treat you extra nice.” He smiles, the only part of it I can see are his eyes crinkling, his thumb slowing down even more, not wanting to bring things to a close too quick. I hum, and he pulls back, staring into my face as he takes them off, leaving me naked in front of him, still fully dressed, besides the few buttons I got to on his shirt before he got impatient.

“Wanna take that shirt off?” He shakes his head, lowering back down to rest between spread thighs, his body barely fitting on the seat, even up on his knees.

“Not yet, lemme take care of you first.” He looks at me, urging me quietly to keep my eyes on him, and I do, watching him lean in the inch or so it takes to press a light kiss to my clit, pausing before closing his mouth over it, letting his tongue move against me, the wet warmth sending a pleased shiver through me. He sighs, big and happy, hands sliding around to hold the fronts of my thighs, gently hooking my knees over his shoulders, squeezing my thighs to the sides of his head. He really does enjoy it, looks completely blissed out, just sucking and licking and staring at me. I’m getting close when he pulls back, his eyes flitting down to my mess before coming back up, a hand snaking around so his thumb can trail up and down my slick mixed with his spit.

“Never thought I’d like this so much… I don’t know what it is…” He presses his pointer finger to my hole, nudging past the ring of muscle and curling up inside before drawing back out, a pleased noise rumbling his chest when I clench around his finger. “The taste…” He eases another finger inside, setting a slow rhythm, watching my face. “The pretty faces you make…” He presses his thumb to my clit, just rests it there, applying pressure and smiling when I try to move against him, moving his free hand to press into my pubic bone. “The way you fall apart for me… The way I can make you shake…” He moves his thumb, up and down, in time with his fingers thrusting inside, the light squelching sound seeming much louder in the small space. “I’m so damn lucky you chose me.” That gets me, I moan, low and, embarrassingly, whiny. “God, that’s it, let me hear that pretty voice. There’s no one in the room next door now, want you noisy.” He speaks quickly, gaining excitement as I get worked up, my insides tightening around him giving him the heads up of what’s coming.

“Leon-”

“Shh. Just relax, okay? I’ll be good, I’ll take care of you…” He is, too damn good, my legs beginning to tremble around him from the constant stimulation, his excited moan making me clench around him. “There we go, see? Told you I’d do a good job… You’re so close… Can you keep looking at me? Look into my eyes when you cream my fingers? Please?... I wanna see you, you look so pretty when you’re cumming for me…” I’m trying my best, my eyes barely open as my orgasm approaches, his sweet, pleading voice urging me to give in, give him the satisfaction of the eye contact he likes so much. “Give it to me, please baby, want you to finish so bad, wanna feel and taste you when you’re all out of it, wanna be the best you’ve ever had… C’mon, you’re barely holding it together, just let go, let me make you cum, work those pretty hips into me, yeah?” He gets desperate once I move, rolling my hips into his hand, his words much more rushed, my orgasm seconds away.

“Roost to condor one, how’s it going over there?” He pauses, giving me a wide-eyed look before reaching for the radio, swallowing nervously before pressing to reply, staring at me, continuing to finger me, slowly, edging me so he can reply to the comm.

“Dead. Haven’t seen anybody.” He’s enjoying this, leaning forward to press some messy kisses to my lips as we wait on the reply, his fingers still working, pausing every time I’m about to finish, keeping me from getting off before his full attention is on me.

“Alright, just checking in. Have a good night, rookie.” He smiles, big and boyish, sly, his voice rougher when he replies, amused.

“Already am.” That’s the last of it, he reaches to reattach it to the dash, returning his face to his spot between my legs, watching me eagerly, his free hand coming up to move my hips into his hand, just resting there when I take his cue, seconds away, shaking and moaning and barley able to keep my eyes on his face.

“Shit, yes, fucking cum on my fingers, make a mess for me, I’ll clean you up and give you another. Just give it to me, please baby, squeeze your pretty-” He stops, talking and moving, forcing me to fuck into his fingers through my orgasm, his eyes on my face, mouth open, his eyes low. “Jesus Christ, you’ve never looked this good. Feel good? Fucking hope it does. Has to, the way you’re fucking yourself-God…” He lets his eyes move down, watching me work myself back into a coherent state, lowering his mouth down to clean the mess once I stop spasming around him.

“Leon-!” It hurts, he’s licking all over, being rough on my clit seconds after I got done cumming, moaning into me when I yank on his hair. He takes a few more seconds, slurping up everything he can get before pulling away with a satisfied sigh, laying his cheek against my shaky thigh.

“I could stay down here all night.” He presses a kiss to my leg, smearing the mess on his face into my skin, letting out a pleased noise before licking it away, not minding to press his cheek back into the spot he left a trail of spit. “Maybe I will… How many you think you can take?” That thought is scary, he probably wouldn’t stop, if I didn’t make him, happy to have his home between my thighs.

“That is tempting… But right now I want something else.” I give a light tug on his hair, and he goes back into his shy self, looking up at me bashfully, as bashfully as he can with his chin shining with slick.

“You sure? Not even one more?” I sigh, petting his hair, giving him a soft, appreciative smile. He really is a good lover, doting and kind and open, always willing to give.

“There’s always tomorrow… Why don’t you take your turn, yeah?” I sit up, pulling up on him, and he comes forward to place one last, longing kiss to my clit before sitting himself up, looking to me for guidance. “Sit back, officer, let me do my job.” He huffs out a laugh, but doesn’t move, just stays sat back on his haunches, his head tucked down to keep it from hitting the ceiling.

“I don’t need it, just wanna feel you wrapped around me.” I huff, unhappy he’s not letting me return the favor, but I can’t stay mad for long, he leans in to press a sweet kiss to my lips, spit and slick smearing my face as he holds me to him by my jaw. “Think I can make you cum two more times?” He kisses me slow, taking his time, letting out a choked sound into my mouth when I palm him through his pants, my other hand working the buttons of his shirt, eager to get him bare, not liking the lack of skin he has showing.

“Not without busting.” He still has a hard time keeping his cool, once he’s inside there’s no stopping it, but I don’t mind, it’s flattering, in a needy kind of way. He helps me get his shirt off, reaching back behind him to pull it down his arms before tossing it up front.

“Right.” I let my free hand drift down, sighing against his lips when his abs tense beneath my gentle touch, moving to pop his button and work the zipper while continuing to grind my palm into him, his hips rutting up to get some more friction. “Hey, we might wanna… Get things going… Before I get too…” I smile, releasing him and helping him out of his pants and boxers, my hand moving to grip him caught by calloused fingers. “At least give me a chance. Please?” I give up, letting him reach to dig around in his pocket, sitting back up with his wallet in hand, pulling out a condom, taken by my waiting hands, torn open by my teeth under his careful gaze.

“Can I do this?” I’m teasing, he always lets me put it on, and I always want to, love the look on his face from getting to watch me do something so lewd.

“Yeah.” He gulps, staring as I roll it down over him, his chest heaving even though he’s barely been touched. “How’re we gonna..?” He likes missionary, but that is just not going to work, it’s way too cramped in here for anything remotely romantic.

“Doggy?” He swallows, nodding nervously, and I turn around, resting my hand on the armrest of the door, swaying my hips for him to see, letting my cheek press to the cool plastic to look back at him, his expression almost awed, his lips parted, eyes staring down at me, ready and needy for him.

“Jesus Christ… What the hell did I do to deserve someone as perfect as you..?” He mutters to himself, coming closer to run his hands up my sides, letting his hips press into my ass, groaning at the sight of his dick slotted against me. “The most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen… All mine.” He prods at my entrance, running the tip up and down, probably staring as he smears slick onto himself, pressing in so slow, letting out a whiny moan when his head pops inside. “Always feels so good… You’re so good.” He bottoms out, filling me full, fuller than usual, the position allowing him as deep as he’ll go. “My god, ‘s like you’re made for me, fit so snug around me…” He moans, pulling back out and pressing inside again, both of us letting out a pleasured noise once he’s seated inside. “Gonna have to take you in after this… Coercion of an officer is real risky business.” I laugh, the sound turning into a choked moan when he grinds into me.

“Leon, let’s speed things up, yeah? Er, officer, I’m sure we can… Work this out.” He groans, the title drawing it out of him. He grants me my wish, moving faster, the light pap pap pap of his hips meeting my ass making both of us moan.

“I don’t know, miss, This-Ah- I might need to… Conduct further investigation.” He’s enjoying this little scenario, his his slamming into me a little harder than usual, his pace still not very quick, his upper body leaning over mine so he can bring a thumb to my clit. “It’s against the law to-Shit… To be this damn- ngh- hot!” He rubs quick, rough circles, trying his best to push me over before he loses it, and he’s not far off, if how whiny he’s being is any indicator. “Fuckin’ shit, you feel so good, being so bad… Fucking me in my cruiser, naughty- ah- girl.” He’s trying to play his part, be dominant, but the needy rutting of his hips and his choked out words are anything but, he’s always been docile, always under my control, something neither of us mind. “Shit, you gonna cum on my dick? pay for your crimes by milking me dry-nnh- oh god, I need you to cum for me, can’t-ah- take much more-” He’s moving faster, his thumb and his hips, his free arm circled around my waist and pulling me back into needy thrusts, his hips angling up to hit my sweet spot, his thumb working desperately, his lips kissing and mouthing and moaning into my shoulder.

“Just a little more… So-hah- close, hold on for me, you can do it- shit, so fucking good, Le-Officer.” He groans, sinking in as deep as he’ll go and grinding, keeping his thumb moving, his dick twitching inside me when my legs start to shake.

“There we go, you’re ready baby, gonna make you cum, get you to squeeze that pretty pussy on me-Ngh-!” I squeeze him, and he starts moving his hips again, now that I’m nearly there, slamming into me and rubbing my clit, groaning and letting his teeth close over my shoulder when I clench again. “Yes, fuck, love making you feel good. Cum for me, Miss, otherwise I’ll have to-Shit- take you in. C’mon, naughty girl, give it to me, you’re right there, ready to cum on me, soak my dick, do it.” He whimpers, barely keeping it together, his hips stuttering, fingers turning messy, sloppier, out of focus as he gets close. “God, please cum for me, please-ngh- please let me make you cum. Can you look at me? Please? Wanna see your pretty face when you- ah- that’s it, look at me, miss- keep- fuckin’- Goddamnit, please-fuck, please-” His whiny begging does me in, and my insides closing around him does him in, both of us cumming at once, his clammy forehead against my shoulder, his dick grinding into me roughly, his thumb making slow circles. “There it is, you look so damn good, gonna have to let you off the hook, oh my god you’re so pretty, so pretty cumming all over me…” He waits until I’ve calmed down to pull out, easing me back to sit facing away from him, his hand guiding me to face him, sweet, slow kissed pressed to my lips.

“Satisfied, officer?” He laughs, hissing when he pulls the condom off, kissing me a few more times, my back pressed to his hot chest.

“Not quite… Still owe you a few orgasms, yeah?”

[chaotic-on-main]

the things I'd let that babygirl man do to me is sinful

[just-spacetrash]

📖

[washingtonleagueoffurries]

While I was watching a playthrough of RE4 remake, I realized how the Leon-Ashley dynamic reminds me so much of Lara and Sam from TR 2013. Like, literally both games were about saving the girl who keeps getting taken away lol

[ladyoftheweald]

•°☆A dedicated post for my chosens; past and present.☆°•

•°☆Due to the meriade of posts going by about Chosens and beings discovering them. I dedicate this post to my chosens; both of the past and present☆°•

•°☆I have only had two chosens within my time on earth; and that may be why I feel so connected to them. They both held a part of me, a part I believe none could have held better☆°•

•°☆Tarax; my first chosen. Oh, how I miss him dearly. He was diligent, faithful, and above all brave; he would stand up to any danger without fear in order to protect those he held true to. I remember how hard he worked once he and Lance were crowned. He listened to all of his people with open heart and mind, and I do believe he and Lance secured a long age of peace. How I do wish I could have seen his reign in full, for him to have been celebrated for all his worth.☆°•

•°☆And my current chosen; Hop. I have never felt more connected to a human in my years. He is smart, kind, and I know he hold true loyalty to his region. Even if he does not remember, he is like my own kin. Perhaps that is due to seeing him during his younger years, those memories of which I hold ever close to me. But seeing him again, when the catalyst was due. Oh how it felt to be with my star again! Even afterwards when he proved himself to be able to capture I knew there could have been no other. When I've seen his bright eyes I can see Tarax within them; and I hope after his return from his 'venture in Kalos I will be able to see myself in them. And although I can feel a mist of uncertainty; I know he will return victorious, and we will be together again.☆°•

[littlegoldfinchh]

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[demonlike-judge-of-fire]

one thing is to complain about hyung likes a man being deleted in the revised version (i spent weeks waiting for it and liveread it just so i could capture my reaction to it FINALLY happening in the manhwa. picture my disappointment)

another thing is to complain about the changes in peace land......... 😟

[hurlingdown]

tags. dom top! reader, sub amab character. feminization (afab terms used), pet names (housewife, good girl), riding, creampie, slight breeding kink.

thinking about a big, beefy man who absolutely loves it when you refer to his asshole as a cunt. you have no idea how long he’s dreamt of this, owning a fat, creamy pussy that gets aroused so easily, dripping wet around your girthy length. 

call him your “pretty housewife”, or tease him about his huge tits while he bounces on your cock, and watch him shudder, eyes rolling to the back of his head. the first one always gets him. he’s always loved the idea of putting together a hot meal for you after you come home from work, soaked underneath his apron just from watching you enjoy your meal, ready to bend over the dinner table so you can enjoy a sweet, fulfilling dessert. 

“i-it’s soo big,” he’d whine, stuttering and panting while he continues to bounce hard and fast, “it’s p-poundin’ my pussy so- so good.” what a paradox, when his own useless, leaking cock is slapping against his tummy with every thrust, messily squirting pre every time you play along with his little fantasy. 

and don’t you just love it when he clamps up tight around you, desperate sobs spilling from his lips, begging, “puh-please, you’ve g-got to cum inside. want you to fill my- my cunt up. d-don’t you?” and who are you to deny your lover of his needs? 

stuff him up and pump him full of your cum while muttering praises of “what a good pussy” while stroking his cock or “my messy good girl”, and he’s hard again and ready to go. spoil him a few more times, and it won’t be long before he gets greedy and asks you to put a baby inside him. 

FUSHIGURO TOJI, suguru geto, ryomen sukuna, RORONOA ZORO, SHANKS, eustass kidd, CROCODILE, joseph joestar, LEON KENNEDY, USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI, hajime iwaizumi, TENGEN UZUI, your absolute faves. 

[daemoninfluff]

for month I've waited for some beef or smth happening in yt germany and finally it's happening and then in so many ways too, finally something interesting to listen to while plotting

[plutotheplum]

Socks and Kisses

leon kennedy x fem!reader

summary: a spontaneous shopping trip has leon re-evaluating his friendship with you.

cw: nsfw (18+) - mdni!!, smut, p in v, spanking, oral sex, praise kink, fluff, friends/roommates to lovers, fantasizing

wc: 3.7k

also posted on ao3!

There’s a shriek leaving you when you trip over a bundle of shoes in the doorway. It nearly sends you hurtling towards the floor, but there’s an arm curling around your waist, tugging you up before you can fall. Leon.

You glare up at your roommate, shoving at his chest so it sends him stumbling.

“Seriously, Leon? How many times have I told you to put your shoes to the side of the doorway?” you snap, crossing your arms over your chest.

He winces at your shrill voice, his hand rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

“I was busy,” he says, his eyes pleading with you, “you know with… with work.”

You’re shooting him an unimpressed look, pushing past him to put the groceries on the kitchen counter. It was your day to collect them anyways. Living with Leon had happened entirely by accident. One shittily written apartment listing later and the poor guy was standing outside your door, begging you to let him move in. It hadn’t been so bad. Leon had been nice, and you two had gotten along well, becoming friends even. The only thing you couldn’t stand was how messy the man was.

Empty boxes from delivered packages, stray parchment sheets from when he’d bake himself something and socks strewn haphazardly across the floor, much like his shoes. Leon had practically turned your apartment into a deathtrap. 

You don’t get to reminisce for much longer, not when he’s reaching for the pack of popsicles you’d bought. Leon lets out a low whine, like a kicked puppy, when you swat his hand away and shoot him an irritated glance. “I’m putting my foot down,” you tell him firmly, “no more unorganized socks, shoes or- or anything for that matter!”

Leon only tilts his head, blinking over at you. You glance towards the clock before your eyes are flitting back to meet his.

“Ikea,” you explain, “we’re going to Ikea to get you some organizers or whatever.” 

“ Now? ” Leon asks, raising his brows “but I was going to go to the gym with Chris and-” he’s shutting up when he sees your hardened glare.

Leon lets out an exasperated huff, and you’re smiling over at him, happy you’ve won this argument. Just to reward him, you’re digging out a popsicle from the pack and handing it to him. “So stubborn,” he mumbles under his breath, freeing the popsicle from its wrapper. 

“I heard that,” you reply, sticking your tongue out at him.

You both finish up your popsicles, and you’re tossing him his car keys while you pull your shoes on again. 

“Why do I have to drive?” he complains, leaning against the doorway.

“Because it’s your mess,” you retort, rolling your eyes, “and you’re paying as well.”

Leon lets out a scoff, “oh, fuck you.”

You smile back at him, patting him on the shoulder for some comfort. You manage to annoy him a little more during the drive to Ikea, and Leon’s contemplating whether he should just stuff your mouth with the rolled up catalog you’re currently holding

It’s when you both get to the kitchen area that Leon realizes something’s wrong. His eyes are watching the way you bend over the model kitchen counter, gaze trained on the way your skirt rides up slightly, exposing the backs of your thighs. He swallows harshly, wondering what it might be like to come up behind you, grab your hips and grind his cock against your ass. 

Your voice breaks him out of his dazed thoughts, your hand waving him over as you point to the price tag.

“Don’t you think this is a catch?” You ask him, head tilting back to meet his eyes.

“A catch?” He echoes, raising his brows, “it’s $2000 . Do you even have $2000?” 

You roll your eyes, elbowing him in the stomach. “Don’t be such a jerk, Leon. I think it’d look good in our apartment.”

There it is. Our apartment. The words are so comfortably domestic that it has Leon’s knuckles squeezing tight around the basket he’s holding. He’d be lying if he said he hasn’t imagined you two dating. Especially after that time he’d come home drunk one night. You’d taken care of him so sweetly, despite all of your grumbles and chastisements, that Leon felt like he was falling in love.

That had only happened once though, and Leon wasn’t prepared to make a big deal about his feelings so he buried them deep down and carried on with his life.

He doesn’t have time to dwell on his little crush any longer, brows furrowing when he feels the basket in his hand grow heavier. You’ve been milling about, dumping various little trays and organizational tidbits into the basket.

“At this point, I think you’re trying to max out my card,” he drawls, trailing after you.

“I’m helping you, Leon” you shoot back, bringing a candle up to your nose to smell its scent.

It’s not until you both get to the bedding area that Leon realizes he might actually be losing it. 

He’s sitting down on the edge of one of the beds, the basket settled on the floor with how heavy it’s become. 

You’re fluttering about, checking out the duvet covers and pillow cases. His eyes watch over you, letting you take a seat beside him on the bed when you find a duvet cover you like.

“Pretty, right?” You ask him, showing him the design.

“I guess,” he murmurs absentmindedly. 

He thinks you look prettier though. Besides, it’s not like he can tell you that he’s imagining taking you on this very bed. Your face pressed into the pillows, his cock stuffed into your pussy. You’d probably make cute noises too, clench around his cock while he thrusted into you. He’d let everyone watch, he thinks, make sure everyone knew that you were his. 

You’re snapping your fingers in his face, trying to get him to pay attention to you.

“Are you okay?” You ask, staring into his eyes “you keep getting distracted.”

“What?” Leon flushes, clearing his throat “yeah- yeah I’m fine… just had enough of you is all.”

You swat his shoulder and he rolls his eyes. Both of you manage to get to the checkout without any further bickering. Leon’s card doesn’t max out thankfully, but you wince when you see the total, ignoring Leon’s glower as he tears the receipt from the machine.

To make up for the spontaneous shopping spree, you buy him a soft serve and hand it to him with a smile. 

Leon takes it with a grumble, his eyes dropping to the way you lick at your soft serve. The icy treat smudges across your lips, and he’s reaching out before he can stop himself, his thumb swiping at the corner of your mouth to clean the mess. 

“Think you might be the messy one,” he mutters gruffly, drawing his hand back. 

“Your socks alone have nearly crippled me” you reply, nibbling at the cone to try and quell the race of your heart at his unexpected action. 

Leon lets out a loud sigh, shaking his head. The drive home is quiet, the soft sounds of the radio filling up the car’s space.

You help Leon with the stuff you bought, leaving the goods in his room before letting out a satisfied nod.

“There. Now you don’t have an excuse for being messy. Better start cleaning up, Leon” you chirp, giving him a snarky smile before tugging his door shut.

You sigh happily, mind feeling at ease. You’re sure that your apartment won’t be so messy anymore. The sounds of Leon rummaging inside his room almost make you feel bad, but this had been going on for months and you were glad you had done something about it. 

Deciding to grab some food, you reach for the can of peaches on the kitchen counter. By some misfortune, your hand accidentally knocks the can, sending it rolling towards the edge. Letting out an irritated huff, you’re reaching across the counter to grab the can before it falls off. 

While this happens, you’re blissfully unaware of the fact that your skirt is riding up. Leon feels his heart nearly jump out of his chest at the sight when he had wandered out of his room to grab a garbage bag. 

He can see the swell of your ass, your cheeks peeking out from your panties as you’re bent over, grabbing the can of peaches. 

“Have you made it some sort of mission to bend over every kitchen counter you see?” he asks dryly, his arms crossing over his chest.

You squeak in surprise, body jolting. The can of peaches slips from your hand pitifully, landing on the floor with a loud thunk .

“Why are you sneaking up on me?” You whine, turning to give him a glare.

Leon doesn’t reply, coming to a stop in front of you. His blue eyes are dark, dirty blonde hair hanging over his forehead.

“Um… Leon?” You wave your hand in front of his face. 

“I’m starting to think you’re doing it on purpose,” he murmurs, his hand catching yours.

“Hm?” he squeezes your hand, his head lowering so he can stare right into his eyes, “bending over every kitchen counter so I can see your pretty ass?” 

You manage to gather your wits, letting out a loud scoff and push at his chest.

“You’re such a perv, Leon!” you accuse, narrowing your eyes and placing your hands on your hips. 

“I’m not a perv if you keep bending over like that!” he shoots back, his hands grabbing at your forearms to tug you towards him. 

You swallow harshly when his calloused hands drift past your wrists, finding your hands and lacing his fingers with yours. The warmth of his body seeps into yours and your head is tilting, eyes finding his.

“We- we are not fucking,” you whisper, shaking your head.

“Who said anything about fucking?” Leon asks, his head lowering again. 

His body presses against yours, causing your breath to hitch. You’re biting your lip at the way it feels, the hard planes of his body molding against yours.

“One kiss,” he whispers, peering into your eyes, “please? Just one kiss and it’ll be over.”

You’d be doing yourself a disservice if you denied his request. Leon was stupidly handsome even if he was a little annoying at times, and you had maybe masturbated to the thought of your roommate before.

“Did you happen to forget that we’re roommates?” you raise your brows, trying to voice your concerns.

“Roommates kiss all the time,” he says, his nose nudging against yours gently, “now c’mon, gimme a kiss.”

You don't know what sort of roommates he’s been hanging around, but you’re almost certain that roommates don’t kiss or do whatever the hell you two are doing right now. 

Leon doesn’t know what he’s doing either. That one shopping trip had seriously messed up his brain, but he was here now so there was no going back. Your lips look so pretty, your eyes all starry. He wants to kiss you senseless and bend you over that stupid kitchen counter while he fucks into you until you’re crying on his cock.

As if to encourage you a little more, he nudges his nose against yours again. You send him a glare, eyes slipping shut as you rock up on the tips of your toes and brush your lips against his. The kiss is fleeting, a mere touch of your lips against his, and it’s safe to say Leon is not impressed.

“There,” you say, trying to hide the smirk that spreads across your face, “you got a kiss. Now leave me alone.”

Leon lets out a low groan, his head falling against your shoulder, “you’re a fuckin’ tease, you know that?”

You hum, pushing at his chest, taking the opportunity to free yourself from the confines of his grasp.

“Not so fast,” he murmurs, his hand snagging onto your shirt, “c’mere baby.”

His low voice has the butterflies in your stomach fluttering, your eyes widening when his hands cup your cheeks and he presses his lips against yours.

It doesn’t take you long to respond, arms wrapping around his neck as he kisses you fiercely. He groans into your mouth, his arms winding around your waist to pull you closer. 

You’re both flush against each other and you let out an irritated noise when he shoves you up against the kitchen counter, feeling the solid surface dig into your back.

“Drove me crazy at that Ikea,” he whispers against your lips, his hands sneaking under your skirt to give your ass an appreciative grope, “thought about fucking you on one of those beds.”

The idea of it is so obscene and indecent that you find yourself moaning out loud.

“Yeah? You like that, baby? Me fucking you in front of everyone, letting them know that you’re mine?” 

You’re nodding desperately at his filthy questions, trying to tug his shirt off so you can see his chest and abdomen. He obliges you, quickly shrugging off his shirt. Your teeth sink into your lower lip at the sight, eyes half-lidded. 

You can’t help the way your body leans forward, lips pressing soft kisses across his chest and his pecs. Leon sucks in a sharp breath, his hands moving to cradle the back of your head.

“Just kisses, huh?” he murmurs.

You nod, peering up at him “no fucking, remember?”

He hums, tilting your head so he can kiss you again. Leon kisses you over and over until you can’t breathe. You’re feeling so dazed that you don’t even notice he’s spinning you around, bending you over the kitchen counter. There’s a soft whine escaping you when he flips your skirt up, his hands squeezing at your ass before his fingers slip under your panties, tugging the fabric back and letting it snap back against you.

Your fingers are scrabbling at the counter top when you feel him drop to his knees, his lips pressing against the skin of your ass. He kisses your body so reverently, you think you might actually pass out.

“Wanna kiss your pussy too,” he mumbles, tugging your panties down. You shudder when you feel his breath hit your sensitive skin, hips swaying back to meet the kisses he places on your clit.

His tongue lolls out before long, lapping at your cunt, collecting the slick that drips from you. 

“That- that is not kissing,” you whimper out, head falling against the coolness of the counter.

“Sure it is,” he whispers, burying his face deeper into your pussy, “just dirty kisses, sweetheart.”

The way he eats you out is messy. Leon’s trying to shove his face deeper between your thighs, his lips suctioning around your pussy. You mewl when he draws back and spits on your cunt, his mouth latching on soon after. You’re not sure how much longer you can hold on, knees beginning to shake. Leon delivers a particularly toe-curling suck to your clit and you’re shuddering, letting out whines and whimpers when he lets out a low laugh, his tongue swiping over your cunt repeatedly.

“Leon- fuck! Leon, ‘m gonna-” you can barely speak properly. 

“Then come , baby,” he whispers, his tongue pressing into your fluttering hole.

You squeal at the unfamiliar sensation, knuckles turning white as you come on his tongue. He licks up your slick eagerly, his wet lips pressing soft kisses against the swell of your ass as you pant.

He stands up, tucking his face into the crook of your neck. You press your back against his chest, turning your head to kiss along his jaw. His eyes flutter shut, his hands smoothing along your back to undo the clasp of your bra. 

Your arms lift and Leon helps you take off your shirt and bra, letting out a soft sigh as your head falls back against his shoulder. Leon’s hands are restless, reaching for your breasts. 

He hums at the sight of your hard nipples, pinching and rolling them between his fingers before letting go to squeeze your tits. 

“You’re real pretty, sweetheart” he whispers, kissing your cheek.

You mewl, cheeks flushing. You hadn’t expected him to talk to you so sweetly. Leon feels your body lurch forward, tits pressing against his palms. He laughs, giving another firm grope to your tits and finds your lips to give you another filthy kiss. While he kisses you, Leon grinds his hips against your ass, and you gasp into his mouth, feeling the outline of his cock through his shorts.

“Think my cock wants to give your cute pussy some kisses too,” he says, his mouth pressed against your ear, “you up for it, baby?”

You could be a bobblehead with how fast your head is moving up and down. Leon grins against your ear, placing another kiss to your cheek before he’s bending you over the counter. The coolness of the counter startles you slightly, but Leon’s hand rubs up and down your back, warming your skin. 

Tits squished against the hard surface, your feet on the tips of your toes, pussy glistening with his spit and your arousal, Leon can hardly believe his fantasy has come to fruition. He wants to take a picture, keep it safe and jerk off to the sight of you when he’s alone. There’s no pictures taken though, instead Leon’s hand delivers a heavy slap to one of your ass cheeks.

You moan, back arching slightly as you try and chase the feeling. It hurts and you can feel the sting of his palm prickling across your skin, but you want him to spank you again so badly.

“L- Leon, want more,” you mumble, looking back at him.

Leon takes your request in stride, his hand coming down on your ass repeatedly. Your body slumps against the counter, soft noises escaping you as he rains slap after slap onto your reddening skin. 

“Shit, sweetheart” he whispers, his hands smoothing over the damage he’s done to your ass “so fuckin’ pretty.”

There’s a babbled noise escaping you. Mind feeling like mush, all you can think about is Leon. He smooths his hands over your sensitive skin a few more times, trying to soothe the pain before you feel him squeeze gently as he presses the head of his cock against your aching hole.

Leon pushes into your pussy with a groan, his hands squeezing at your hips. It almost feels like he’s trying to ground himself.

“Fuck-” he hisses, drawing his hips back to thrust back into you again, “ fuck - you’re so tight, baby.”

You whimper at the feeling of his cock stretching you out. Leon’s thrusts are beginning to pick up in speed and you’re whining, the force of his thrusts making your body rub against the kitchen counter.

“Leon, Leon, Leon,” you chant his name and his body is draping over yours, lips pressing kisses to your shoulder and back, “feels so good,” you slur. 

His hips are rutting against your ass, cock stuffing you full. You’re moaning so loudly that Leon has to slip his hand over your mouth in an effort to quieten your noises. His balls are slapping against your clit and the combined stimulation is making your head spin.

Soon, his hand is leaving your mouth to grip your hips again. 

“Take my fucking cock,” he grunts, each word punctuated with a harsh slap to your ass. 

“It’s too much!” you wail, nails clawing at the counter to try and crawl away.

He growls, grip tightening as he keeps you in place, “don’t you dare run. Take my cock like a good girl, baby.”

“You’re insane,” you cry, but there’s a cockdrunk smile spreading across your face as he fucks into you. 

“Yeah,” he whispers, his head lowering so he can whisper into your ear, “and it’s all for you, because- because I like you.” 

There’s a loud whine ripping out of you at that, wet heat clenching around him. No one’s confessed to you before, like ever . You suck in a sharp breath, trying to calm your heart and stop the excited flipping of your stomach that comes with his confession.

Leon moans when he feels the clench of your walls around his cock and he’s fucking into you with renewed fervor. 

“I like you,” he whispers again “like you so much, sweetheart. Always taking care of me, looking out for me, makes me feel special.” 

“Only do that ‘cause you’re an idiot, Leon” you mumble, swallowing back another moan that threatens to spill out. 

“But you do it anyway,” he murmurs, driving his cock into you.

You gasp, eyes squeezing shut as his fat tip grazes the spot deep inside of you. He grunts when he feels you getting tighter, feels you clenching hard around his cock.

“You gonna come for me?” he asks, sucking little love bites onto your neck, “hm? Can feel you clenching around me, baby.”

“Wanna- wanna come at the same time,” you babble “right, Leon? Since- since you like me, we gotta come at the same time.”

He’s letting out a hoarse laugh, kissing your shoulder again, “yeah baby, I’m right there with you.”

All of a sudden, he’s burying himself to the hilt inside of you and your mouth drops open, a sharp noise leaving you as you both come. Your body is limp against the counter, body covered in a thin sheen of sweat as you pant. Leon kisses your neck, letting out a whine as his cum spurts into you. It’s warm and thick, filling you up so perfectly that it has a serene smile settling on your face.

He helps you onto your feet, his hands rubbing up and down your sides to soothe your shaky legs. You feel him press a soft kiss to the side of your head and you’re rocking up on the tips of your toes, returning a kiss to his cheek.

“I like you too, Leon” you whisper, arms wrapping around his neck to pull him down for another kiss. 

You can feel him smile against your lips and he’s kissing you back sweetly. Leon keeps you there for a while as you both kiss, his hands petting across your tired body.

He takes you to his room later, his hand encasing yours. The moment is almost perfect, if not for the sock on the floor that sends you careening into his desk. “Leon!” you grit out.

He only laughs, his arms wrapping around your waist as he picks you up and tosses you onto his bed.

“Sorry, sweetheart.”

[hopelessbren]

ooooo i need to ride leon so bad

him laying down on the bed, hands glued to the underside of your ass, helping you pick your hips up repeatedly. whispering sweet things against the shell of your ear, or against your neck as he presses wet kisses upon it. “fuck, baby. look so pretty like this.” or sometimes “yeah? you like going dumb on my cock?”

when your thighs would start to burn, and your hips growing tired. his hands that are palming your ass would lift you up, thrusting his hips up to meet yours. his balls, heavy with cum, would hit up against your ass. the whole room filled with sounds of skin slapping and groaning from leon’s lips. your head would be buried in his neck, moaning soft whimpers against his hot skin.

or when he’s feeling subby 😏

laying him down on the couch, your soft touches along his chest, pushing his hair back and placing sloppy kisses around his bobbing adam’s apple. soft groans leaving his lips as you’d lower your hips down to his, feeling the familiar stretch of his heavy cock. you’d go slow at first, whispering sweet nothings into his ear, placing kisses along his forehead. grinding your hips against his to feel him rubbing against your velvety walls. if you didn’t have his hands bounded, they’d be on your waist. holding you, helping to guide you where every you wanted. because you were in charge.

when you’d finally pick your hips up, he’d whimper. lips trembling type of whimper. repeating little “f-fuck, baby… mm jus like that.” or “that’s s-s’good..” stuttering and whining his words out.

then, when he’s cumming. full blown moans. panting in your ear as your pace doesn’t let up. he tries, he tries so hard to wait for you to cum first. but he can’t help it. accident filling you up before he can’t even warn you. then, he’s an apologetic mess. “m’sorry, m’so sorry..” “i tried to wait, i did. you were too good, baby.” and of course, who could get mad at the little pout that plays on his lips.