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KINKTOBER DAY 18 - BODY WORSHIP WITH LENNY MILLER

Pairing.| Lenny Miller x fem!reader

Summary.| Lenny is skeptical over pursuing his neighbour, however that all changes when he drunkenly breaks into your apartment.

Warnings.| Dubcon, stalking, obsession, head f!receiving, p in v.

Word count.| 4.6k

Notes.| This idea came from a request from agessss ago about him stalking his neighbour.

1985, New York City.

All it took was a coincidence of timing for CIA Agent Leonard Miller to believe that he had been pulled into an instantaneous love. The briefcase was locked in his iron hold as he strode down the hallway towards his apartment door. As he huffed out in time of his key entering the lock, the apartment door behind him creaked open.

“Oh, hello Lenny!” a lovable voice appeared.

Lenny looked over his shoulder, his blue eyes initially narrowed down and eyebrows furrowed. His waist twisted back as he stared you up and down. You were smiling widely at him, your medium sized handbag over your shoulder as you held your umbrella in preparation to fend off the typical NYC downfalls. Good-looking, you were, Lenny initially believed he had never seen you before, wrong, he had many times. But his mind was so slavish to his work that he didn’t even realize the small encounters you’ve made before.

“Hello-uh…” he trailed, chuckling awkwardly afterwards as he didn’t recall your name.

You giggled and reminded him of your name. That’s right, he thought, how could he forget such a sweet name like yours?

“Great timing actually! I have something for you, just wait one minute!” you exclaimed happily. Without giving him a chance to answer, you placed your bag and umbrella by the door before disappearing into your apartment.

Lenny cleared his throat, his head tilted in confusion as he awkwardly waited for you to return. When you did, you held a lemon meringue pie in your hands. Those dark brows of his scrunched as he examined the pie, was it poisoned?

“What’s this for?” Lenny laughed softly, a heavy tone of awkwardness.

“Ah I’m a pastry chef so I’m practically always in the kitchen. And you, well- you always just look so exhausted most days… A little sweetness never hurt nobody” you explained with a gentle shrug of your shoulders.

It wasn’t necessary the words you said. It was the genuine smile that graced your lips. Lenny swore for a split second he saw the light beam behind you and heard the harmonious melody of the harp. But you were so much younger. Perhaps that’s what got his sensations to spark up, an irregular rush to feel young again. As his heartbeat increased and trousers seemed to shrink around his crotch, Lenny crossed his legs.

“Why thank you, I’ll be sure to have a slice when I get in…” Lenny commented before he quickly opened his door and slid his briefcase inside.

As he took the pie from you, your fingers brushed against each other and he wondered if you noticed his breath hitch. Both of your eyes snapped to one another and Lenny tried to search for the likewise connection. Was that lust in your orbs? Could you see the desire in his? The situation felt like the build up to a first kiss scene, unknowingly, his head inched closer to you.

But you dumbfounded him when you suddenly farewelled him and quickly disappeared around the corner. Lenny stared down the hall momentarily, his mind blank yet sensations alive, he looked back down at the pie and smiled.

Personally, Lenny didn’t have many sweet cravings, only in the form of wine usually. But as he examined the pie on his kitchen bench, contemplating the likelihood of it indeed being poisoned simultaneously to rubbing his hard bulge. He said fuck it and cut him a slice.

The mixture between the creamy goodness and tangy sweetness melted in his mouth. The sour meets sweet cloud hugged his taste buds as his eyes rolled back, a soft moan escaping his lips. The slice disappeared from the plate in fewer mouthfuls than average. As he licked his fingers clean, his moans grew heavier as he felt his cock twitch in a cry out of restrained agony.

Now, he wasn’t sure if it was the pie or you, but he craved a desperate urge of release. Feeling far too needy to call someone over, Lenny rubbed his growing bulge with one hand and had the other pressed against the edge of the bench. Quickly, Lenny found himself moaning your name as he stared at the rest of the pie. His hand ended up pumping around his throbbing cock as he felt his climax break free.

Lenny smiled gleefully to himself whilst recovering from his unexpected euphoric masturbation. As he ate another slice, he reflected on his actions. Heavily thinking on how on earth he hadn’t properly noticed you before. How he could hardly look you in the eye, especially since he had never seen a cuter face than yours. Lenny hurried off to the bathroom, he needed a cold shower quickly.

For weeks, actually months, you baked him sweet goodness’ and he thanked you kindly. Lenny however believed his sudden sweet tooth was created by how sweet you looked, instead of the actual taste. Now whenever he looked in the mirror, he thought that he had put on a couple of pounds from your baked goods.

Lenny didn’t actually know why he never asked you out on a date. You certainly seemed keen enough for him, so badly that he had to book a hotel room for his little love affairs to protect you from seeing her walk out the door.

Since his job was so demanding, he hated the idea that you’d be stuck with him or it’d scare you away. Perhaps because a CIA agent dating somebody with such a simple life just felt so taboo. You were a pastry chef for crying out loud, how was that supposed to work? But either way, Lenny grew to be obsessed with you. It left a distasteful texture in his mouth, his blue orbs always visualized you like a movie on repeat. Despite his arrogant mindset, you were a charming distraction that he didn’t realize he needed.

Currently, you were lounging in Lenny’s apartment, sitting opposite each other on different lounge chairs as you made small talk, his wine glass swirled the velvet red substance as his eyes cautiously lingered over your perfect curves. The upbeat jazz music played on his player, your head gently bobbed to the rhythm. This was a newly common occurrence, he’d invite you inside and you’d share a bottle of wine. But it never exceeded the line, despite how horrendously the animal inside of him wanted to devour you.

He had easily created a facade which you so typically fell for. He worked in insurance. The evidence of you never addressing any romance interests in your life confirmed his suspicions. You wanted him, bad. The clock was ticking for one of you to crack.

“It feels so typical for you to like jazz music” you commented with a chuckle, your cheeks a sweet shade of red from the wine.

Lenny snorted and straightened his back. “Really, how come?” he inquired, his interest sparked, voice deep and legs crossed over.

“All people your age like jazz” you hummed before taking a slow sip.

“My age, don’t make me sound so old” Lenny scoffed, but the grin on his lips was unhideable.

The wine made your tongue slippery. “I like it” you said softly. Quiet enough for him to wonder if he heard you right, but by the dark shade of red painting your skin, his suspicions became confirmed.

As your body turned stiff as stone, Lenny felt his heartbeat rise. The music changed to a much slower, highly romantic song. Lenny huffed out and set his glass on the coffee table. “Come on, let’s dance” he exhaled, gesturing his fingers in as he stood up.

Reluctantly, you listened and stood up. Lenny took you in his arms and he swore your body had turned into jelly. It felt matchless, the way your body molded into his. With your hips swaying together, Lenny pressed his head against yours. His nostrils pulsated as he kept his eyes closed, the music felt like the two of you were on a cloud.

Lenny exhaled, his head inched back enough to look at the way you batted your lashes to him. You were giving all of the signs. The gentle touch of your hands was designed to tease him, tempt him. Those wide innocent eyes were drowning in desire and lust. Practically every sentence that formed out of your mouth was coated in flirtation. Lenny was almost certain you’d drop straight to your knees if he asked you to, no context required. It went unnoticed by him of how firmly he gripped onto your hips.

“Fuck” he whispered as he noticed his erection pressed against your stomach and you gulped like you had been caught out.

Suddenly, he crashed his lips against yours - which was already wide open - and his firm hands ran over your body. Quickly, you ended up on the couch, pinned underneath him. Every inch of your bare skin became coated in his salvia, he was determined to mark every section of you as his. As his hips rocked against yours, you moaned gently, your hands tangled in his coarse brunette hair.

“I like you so much Lenny” you moaned, your voice suffocated by pleasure.

The reality crashed over him like the explosion of a water balloon. Lenny’s body turned stiff and cold as he regretted doing this. He couldn’t help thinking that he was using you, taking advantage of your sweetness and naivety. His head slowly raised to see you awkwardly stare at him.

“I’m sorry, we shouldn’t be doing this” Lenny admitted.

Your eyes turned glossy and he felt his heart ache. “Yeah, you’re right” you gulped down the ball in your throat. With the both of you sitting upright, you remained silent momentarily before you stood up and headed to the door. He heard you sniffle and watched your hands reach for your face.

“Stay to finish the wine” Lenny pleaded, but you brushed off his offer and quickly left.

Immediately regretting his decision, Lenny kicked the leg of the coffee table, the wine splattered everywhere. But he didn’t care, he stormed off to his room and tugged at his roots.

If he wasn’t already in a relationship with his job, he’d pursue you. You didn’t deserve to be involved with casual sex. The baggage of his lifestyle felt too heavy for you to carry, because you were just so sweet, kind, wholeheartedly genuine. But then you were also a fucking minx, sexy, flirtatous. Maybe you’d be keen for it, keen for him.

The age gap became a massive turn on for him. Somebody that he could always look after. A person that he could care for. You’d always be dependent on him, surely right? He’d be the breadwinner clearly and you’d just be, well, grateful to be protected by him. You’d stay home and make dinner, never ruling out the serving of dessert. Maybe one day he’d be able to find a way to have it all work out.

Even though you both swore on no awkwardness, the tension arose regardless. It felt like a tease when he invited you over for another glass of wine, expectedly yet hurtfully you said no.

In his free time, which he seemed to be getting much more of, Lenny found himself watching your every move. Working in his profession does certainly have its benefits. All he had to do was flash his badge to the landlord to get him to open up your front door. Lenny demanded he had a key made for himself, no questions asked. It was quick and easy to set up a couple of cameras in your apartment. There was nothing wrong with it, he told himself over and over again. It was all for your safety.

Your apartment was exactly how he believed it would be, neat, homey and comforting. There was never an off smell or stain on the floor. Sometimes your dishes were still in the sink and the batter stuck to the mixing bowl called his name. Lenny would close his eyes and swipe at the batter, he’d hum to himself and wonder how similar your raw creations tasted in comparison to you.

When he was alone in your apartment, he imagined a different life. One that quickly turned into a fantasy. He’d lay on the cream lounge chair and picture you standing behind him, massaging his scalp as he watched the television or read a book. Or you’d be sitting on his lap as you gently made out with one another, the heavy NYC downfall of rain sounding rather romantic given the situation. Then of course there’s the torturous dream of you bouncing on his dick, the both of you laughing at how awkward the furniture makes your movements.

It has been a horrible start to the week, nine agents gone within a snap, under his watch. His skin still lightly trembled from the horrific sight that flashed through his mind. When he returned to his empty, cold apartment, Lenny found himself leaving again quickly, directing himself straight to the closest bar. Whisky on the rocks, followed by another. Then the heavy taste was washed down with a sidecar.

The imagery just continued to flash over his blue orbs. No matter how many drinks he drank. The guilt was heavy on his shoulders. Not to mention the way it mixed with the embarrassment to the situation. How on earth was he supposed to redeem himself from this one? Lenny wanted to kill that fucker himself.

When the car sounds boomed and lights stung at Lenny's eyes, he slipped into the complex building and leant against the elevator wall. He just wanted to crawl into bed and stay asleep for days. His hand searched for his key in his pocket and he pressed his forehead against the wood as he unlocked the door.

As Lenny stumbled inside and closed the door rather loudly, he moaned out softly at the sweet smell of chocolate. His eyes almost rolled back at the scent, he didn’t realize he lit a candle before he left. As he entered the lounge and tilted his head at the cream lounge chair which felt extremely out of place, your voice made him jump.

“Lenny?” you called timidly, frozen like a deer caught in headlights.

“Fuck honey-What? What are you…” Lenny stood dumbfounded, his hands on his hips as he tried to think. “How did you get into my apartment?” He slurred slightly, his brow cocked as he analyzed your horrified expression.

“You’re in mine…” you squeaked.

Lenny spun around the room, everything definitely didn’t belong to him. But the drunken state of him refused to believe he had somehow managed to end up in your apartment by mistake. Yes, he was drunk, but he wasn’t wasted. The idea that his soul was drawn to you made his heart flutter, did he need you that badly in his life? Was Lenny that desperate for comfort and assurance behind his stern demeanor?

“Lenny? How did you get in?” you dared to ask.

“The key, silly girl” Lenny snorted with a heavy laugh as he dangled the key in the air.

Within a blink of his heavy eyes, you dashed out of the kitchen. Lenny’s eyes widened through a wave of anger, confusion and fear.

“Help!” you shrieked out as you fled towards the front door.

Lenny was hot on your tail, as you reached the door, you cried out as he body smacked against you from behind. Like there was a magnetized pull to it, his hand clamped over your mouth, despite how badly you twisted and turned yourself, you were unable to free yourself from his bear-like hold.

“Shush… Shush… It’s okay, you’re okay! Don’t be scared! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you sweetheart” Lenny apologized frantically, his body shook through the overstimulation of emotions. “It was accidental, I swear” he assured.

Eventually, your body stilled enough for Lenny to trust you. His hand retreated from your mouth, fingers trailed over your trembling lips.

“How do you have a key to my apartment?” you whimpered.

“Had one made… Just had to make sure you weren’t a spy is all” he explained casually, his forehead rubbed against the back of your head as if to comfort you.

“What?” you mumbled.

“Look, I lied to you. I work for the CIA…” Lenny admitted through a heavy sigh.

He smiled gently to himself, a massive weight lifted off of his shoulders.

“Lenny… Please get out, I won’t say anything to anyone” you peeped out.

Lenny stilled momentarily, then he forced your head to look back at him. His soft eyes were narrow, clearly offended by your response.

“Now, why do you have to say it that way?” Lenny hissed slightly, his jaw clenched and eye twitched. But his head turned back to the sweet smell of chocolate. “You cooking something baby?” he asked, his tone shifting to a much more relaxed state.

“Just a cake for my friend’s birthday tomorrow” you whined.

“It smells really good” he complimented, gradually pulling you back into the kitchen. “Can I have a slice?” he asked before placing a soft kiss on your heated cheek. As if it wasn’t a question already decided. You choked on your hum whilst he led you back into the kitchen. Lenny gave you a gentle push towards the oven as he headed straight to your small wine collection.

“Still got that port wine?” Lenny inquired.

Your head shot back to him, brows frowned and heartbeat pounded against your bones. It was easy to guess that he had been inside your apartment more times than one.

“Yep” you forced out your response.

Shifting your focus to the cake, you cursed to yourself at the coincidence of the timer buzzing off. His stare felt like a hawk, you were a tiny mouse awaiting for his swoop. As the cake clanked onto the board, you exhaled heavily and ran your hand through your hair anxiously. Lenny casually poured yourself both a glass of port.

“It needs to cool…” you stated as you felt his presence linger up behind you.

“That’s alright, we’ll pass the time” Lenny whispered as he held out the glass to you.

Eagerly, you took the glass and managed to slip free of his guard. As you took a few steps away, you kept your back to him and sculled down the port. The glass clinked onto the marble bench and you planted your hands on the edge as you sniffled. Lenny sighed, placing the glass down also and took a step towards you.

“Come here sweetheart” he purred.

Your body swayed back and gently crashed into his chest. His arm wrapped around your shoulders as if he was skeptical you’d try to run away from him again. Lovingly, he nuzzled his nose around your ear, as he gently breathed in your scent. Lenny reeked of alcohol, yet his scent was still so sweet.

“Can I be honest?” Lenny asked.

“Yes?” you mumbled, your throat feeling tight as you felt his erection poke against your ass.

“You’re so gorgeous” he exhaled, his voice raspy as he kissed your cheek.

“You’re handsome too” you murmured shyly as you turned your head to the side to free your skin from his lips. Lenny huffed lightly and pulled you closer to him.

“So you’re not upset with me?” he asked much more sternly now. It felt like you were in an interrogation room.

“Of course not” you forced out as you tried your best to keep your voice calm. There was only a little squeak in your sentence. Slowly, he turned your body around so he could look you in the eye.

“I don’t want to ruin things…” Lenny admitted, his chest heavily with anxious thoughts.

“Yeah, me neither. Maybe it’s best if we just-”

You’re cut off by Lenny crashing his lips against yours. You moaned into his mouth as he stumbled the two of you out of the kitchen. Instinctively, your arms wrapped around him in fear you’d trip over. With his urges being too overstimulated in want of devouring you, his hands roughly ran over your body, his tongue swirled over your lips and around the insides of your mouth.

“Fuck sweetheart, you taste so devine” Lenny groaned out, his tongue ran around his lips.

There was no time for the bedroom, Lenny needed you now, he forced you onto the wooden flooring. You whimpered out as he yanked down your thin pajama shorts, he grunted out as the smooth texture of your thighs. Like clothes in the wind, your legs squirmed around until he straddled you, he held your wrists down above your head and flashed you a look of warning. Slowly, most likely to either tease or torment you, his hand pulled up your white top, your breasts popped out, hard nipples poorly hidden from your bralette.

When he threw your top across the room, his hands grabbed your breasts. You moaned out in shock of the pleasure that sparked underneath your skin, his hands were much smoother than before, he massaged your tits in circular motions.

“Oh, Lenny” you moaned out, your hips rotating around on the hard flooring.

“So good for me honey, such a good girl” Lenny praised through a grunt as he ripped your cheap fabric in half from the middle.

You gasped out in horror and impulsively tried to cover your bare skin. But Lenny smacked your hands away and tutted at you, your hands fell back to the side of you. His thumbs rolled over your erect nipples, he was mumbling to himself a lot, a crazed look in his eyes accompanied by his clenched jaw.

Then, he started to compliment how fucking perfect your breasts were. Continued on with how he’d happily throw away all of his pillows and spend the rest of his days resting his head on your soft chest. Afterwards, he praised the smoothness of your skin, how it was a flawless tone gracefully painted with your small marks which you always felt insecure about. Your eyes were fluttering back with his kind words, mind turned completely blank of the circumstances you were in.

Lenny’s hips lowered down your body, he made sure to kiss as much of your body in the process, his fingers hooked into the sides of your panties and he looked up to you, as if he was a beast asking for permission. Gently and thoughtlessly, you nodded your head, you could feel the pool of arousal swish around. He yanked your panties off and deeply moaned at the pretty sight of your gushing pussy.

His knees slid back on the floor, ass completely poking up with his upper body pressed on the ground, your legs got moved onto his shoulders as he admired your entrance. It was calling his name, desperately begging him to pleasure it. Eagerly, his lips attacked your folds, you yelped out, your legs twisted around his neck as your hips lifted off the cold floor.

His tongue game almost felt illegal. This was the pleasure maker you’d pay thousands to experience. As his tongue lapped up your sweetness, your moans were music to his ears. He mumbled against you, eyes squeezed shut as he felt his cock twitch in his pants, he was almost certain he’d cum prematurely, not that he’d even complain.

“Fuck baby, this is everything I need… You don’t understand how fucked my life is!” Lenny exclaimed, his eyes rolled back.

“M’sorry!” you apologized frantically, your face sweated and beet red.

“Don’t be silly, you’re making everything better… Such a perfect fucking cunt, you taste so fucking devine honey” Lenny rasped.

With the volume of your moans rapidly increasing, you didn’t need to address how close you were. You were stammering out, legs twitching at the sensation. Lenny’s hands reached up to your breasts and went back to rolling circular motions around your nipples. As you reached the point of pure orgasmic bliss, your visions blurred, neck craned, back arched and climax exploded like a first wave of a tsunami out of your core. You screamed out, spitting out complete gibberish as yanked at the roots of his hair. Lenny moaned into your mouth as he somehow managed to catch every drop into his mouth.

His words of praise were muffled, but it managed to widen your blissful smile. Lenny raised his upper body, kissing the skin on your calves as his eyes were glued onto the beauty of your post orgasm state. Your legs remained over his shoulder, your rear lifted from the ground as Lenny moved closer to you. Swiftly, he freed his throbbing member, it smacked against your inner thigh as Lenny leant down to kiss you passionately.

“I’ll take you out on a fucking date, does next Thursday work for you? We’ll have dinner” Lenny decided with a nod as he lined up his tip to your sensitive entrance.

“Yeah- sounds good Lenny” you murmured out, not paying even attention to what he was actually asking you.

“Good, I can stay the night though, yeah?” he asked whilst he pushed in the first inch.

You gasped out at the expansion of your walls, you hadn’t seen his size but you could already tell he was larger than most. “Of course Lenny” you gulped.

“Mhm, my favorite girl..” Lenny praised, his teeth nibbled at your lower lip.

As his cock parted your throbbing walls, you moaned into his mouth. Lenny praised how well you were taking him, how perfect your cunt wrapped around his cock, how intoxicating you felt. Without any notice, his hips pounded in and out of you in an animalistic way. You mewled, whined, moaned and stammered into his open mouth. Within a perfect rhythm, your walls squeezed him in a plea to be coated by his semen. As your second orgasm rapidly rose, your mind turned to mush as you acted like bitch begging to be rutted into.

“I can’t last any longer” Lenny admitted shamelessly, his motions becoming much more sloppier than prior. “Come on, finish with me, let me mark you properly” he encouraged, already knowing you were sitting on the edge as well.

Your head nodded frantically, then only a couple of seconds after, you cried out again in ecstasy, your mouth pressed against the side of his. Lenny followed directly after, his cock pushed as deeply as your tight walls would allow him to, he grunted out loudly as he muttered curse words.

“Oh- Uh- I love you Lenny!” you spat out mid orgasm.

You weren’t sure if it was true, or just a spur in the moment. The stimulation was a thunderstorm in your mind, you couldn’t pick out a single straight thought. Lenny smiled widely and kissed you sensually.

“I love you too honey, so fucking much. All mine now, okay? Just my girl” Lenny assured, your damp head trapped between his hands.

As your orgasm lingered into oblivion, the reality laid heavy on you. You blinked slowly, gulped down the thick ball in your throat and awkwardly turned your head to the side as Lenny buried his face into the crook of your neck. Neither of you were sure how long you laid there for, but as his cock eventually turned soft, he slowly pulled himself out and examined your mixed fluids dripping onto the floorboards. Lenny gave you one last praise of how fucking perfect you were, a obsessed look painted on his face.

“Think the cake has cooled down by now?” Lenny asked casually, a neutral expression locked on.

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