#professor!leon x reader

[lipglossanon]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Leon S. Kennedy/Reader Characters: Leon S. Kennedy, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: Smut, Porn, Vaginal Sex, Blow Jobs, Mildly Dubious Consent, Desk Sex, Creampie, Spanking, One Night Stands, Alternate Universe Summary:

Sequel to "Twist My Words". You haven't stopped thinking about fucking Leon for a good grade at the end of last semester. One casual hook up with a frat boy ends up in some unintended consequences. When Professor Kennedy comes to the library where you work looking for a textbook. One thing leads to another...

@ao3-rex1223 posted a fic over on ao3 (since tumblrs acting up for her 😒) so go check it out!! 💜 

[cakelitter]

Sweetheart Club

Professor! Leon x Fem! Reader

warnings: dirty talk, pet names, p in v, thigh fucking, semi public sex, age gap, mentions of exhibition, cheating (not on reader), angst with a happy ending

summary: “You wanted to talk, professor?” he turns around and faces you, placing down the papers he’s holding on his desk and taking his glasses off. “Yeah, mind explaining the absences?”

words: 2.2k

a/n: prof Leon is rotting my brain, this is a technically a part 2 for "A+" but no need to read the previous chapter to understand the plot of this one. Enjoy!

You’ve kept your promise to yourself.

Slipping away from the comfort of his broad arms and continuing on with your life like nothing happened. Like a couple of weeks ago your professor wasn’t whispering sweet nothings into your ears while he stroked your hair; plotting a gentle kiss on your forehead as post sex sleepiness overtakes your senses.

You ignored his texts and calls, skipped his classes for weeks; all to keep those blue eyes don’t lure you in like they did the first day you met. You focused on yourself, burying your head between assignments and tests; keeping any thoughts of him at bay.

Crazy how you used to live like this, now you’re making effort to make things go back to the way they were. Was life always this cold away from his embrace?

Wish you could say that you didn’t miss him, him and his stupid jokes, and his stupid soft air, and his stupid mellow voice. The three crow feet that would appear on the corner of his eyes every time he smiled, and the mole on his neck burned into your memory.

 Wish that you could say that he’s no good for you. That he’s a horrible person that ruined you, that you feel like shit because he treated you as such, maybe if he was like that, you’d have an easier time moving on. But that’s far from the truth.

He was softspoken and gentle, giving you his jacket when it’s cold, buying you gifts and holding you close till you fell asleep. How are you supposed to hate the hand that showed you nothing but love and affection?

Either way, it had to be done. Funny how a ring around his finger still left a bitter taste in your mouth no matter how sweet his presence in your life was. Maybe you should’ve talked to him about it—told him how it made you sick to your stomach, seeing him go back home to another woman after he had been worshipping the ground you walked on.

Well, aren’t you technically the other woman? After all, the one he goes back to is his wife on paper, regardless if he loves her like a husband should or not. The guilt is staring to overshadow any of the blossoming feelings he planted in you.

You’re not disgusting, not the kind of women that get off to the idea of stealing another’s man. Not the kind to go around parading your relationship like you won the lottery.

That’s not you.

If you knew better, you would’ve never gotten involved in this. Would’ve kept your legs closed and mouth shut. But you didn’t. And now, your balls deep in a mess you willingly created.  

Taking in a deep breath, you step into his class, mixing in with a group of students and sitting down in the far back. Whether you want to see him or not, you have to pass this class. Taking any more absences will affect your GPA, this course was hard even when he was personally tutoring you for his exams. Reading the notes that your friends took while they’re half asleep are not doing you any good.

You see him, eyes fixated on his laptop waiting for more students to arrive. Your heart is already beating out of your chest and he hasn’t even looked in your direction yet. You mentally scold yourself for yearning for him, feeling all the progress you’ve made in hopes of moving on going down the drain.

Does he even want you back anymore? Your brows furrow at the possibility, what if you were just a pawn in his game, chewed you up and spat you out without even glancing behind. Yeah, you pushed him away. But with each passing day, you looked forward to see that missed call notification pop up on your phone.

 A few minutes later, he gets up and starts explaining, his eyes falling every now and then on the empty seat where you’d usually sit; completely unaware of your presence.

However, that was short lived when his eyes finally lock with yours. Your heart drops, anxiousness overtaking your senses as you try to not let it show. He keeps looking at you as he explains, his expression hard to read, unable to tell what’s going through his mind before you look away.

Enchanting blue eyes snap back to you between pauses in his explanation, pools so deep you feel like you’re suffocating.

Coming here was a waste of time, your thoughts drowning out the voice around you. It looks like your GPA is going to drop whether you attend or not, might as well keep whatever is left of your dignity and stop showing up.

The sound of people packing their bags and leaving snaps you out of your thoughts.

 Biting the inside of your cheek, you begin packing your things as quickly as you can; wanting to get out of there as soon as possible. But as you’re about to get up, his voice calls your name. “Please stay for a second, we need to talk.”

Shit.

How do you always find yourself in these situations? He’s not even looking at you, eyes scanning through papers he’s holding as he waits for the class to empty.

Not a single bone in your body wants to talk, actually that is a lie. You do want to talk, just not about what he has in mind.

Maybe you can just sneak out the door? No, he’ll probably just follow you and you’d end up embarrassing yourself. Pretend to have an emergency? He knows everything about you, that would never work on him.

What if you just jumped out the window? He’d never expect that. But the both of you are going to hell, so you’ll meet eventually. Fuck, there is no escaping this.

The room eventually empties, leaving only the two of you. Honestly, the sooner you get it over with the better. Just rip off the bandaid and tell him that it won’t work.

‘No Leon, we cannot fuck anymore. You’re married, act like it.’ See, plain and simple.

Getting up, you walk over to where he stands, feigning confidence like you weren’t spiraling two minutes ago.

“You wanted to talk, professor?” he turns around and faces you, placing down the papers he’s holding on his desk and taking his glasses off. “Yeah, mind explaining the absences?”

Ok, we’re starting off professionally, interesting. “I was having some complications.”

“With?” he immediately retorts, voice becoming more agitated closing his eyes in frustration. “I-”

“I send you texts, I call you, I send you a fucking email, and you don’t respond.” Yeah, there it is. “You skip my classes, and fall off the face of the earth for almost three weeks. Do you know how fucking worried I was?”

His voice softens at the last part, this is honestly the first time you’ve seen him this pissed. He takes in a deep breath looking up at the ceiling, loosening his tense muscles. Stepping closer towards you, his large hand cups your cheek, thumb caressing the skin soothingly.

“Sweetheart… why are you doing this to me?” God, that pet name rolls off his tongue so perfectly, your knees are about to collapse. You look up at him, noticing the worsening state of the dark circles beneath his eyes. “Leon, I- We can’t keep doing this anymore.”

His gaze softens, hand stilling its movement. “Do what?”

“This.” you gesture at the hand on your cheek. “Leon, you’re married. You have a wife, and you’re out here fucking your student.”

Your throat tightens as tears begin to brim on your lash line. The words you spit out feel like venom, inflicting pain on the two of you. “I don’t know what’s the situation with your wife, and every time I bring it up, you end up changing the subject like what we’re doing is normal.”

Warm tears drip down onto your cheeks, your voice shaky as you attempt to compose yourself. “I love you, so much. But I feel fucking horrible every time I remem-”

“We’re getting a divorce.”

“...what?”

“I’ve been considering getting one before I even met you. Meeting you showed me everything I’m missing. My relationship with my wife… has been honestly nonexistent for years now, and I know that doesn’t justify what we’re doing but-”

“I should’ve done it sooner. I’m sorry, baby.”

He smiles softly, his thumb wiping away the tears that cascaded down your face. “You still mad at me?”

Relief rushes through your body, the heavy feeling of guilt slowly being lifted off your shoulders. Your head leans against the hand brushing through your hair; your smile mirroring his.

His face inches closer towards yours before finally connecting your lips together. Never realized how much you’ve missed his lips, till you tasted them again. The kiss is sweet and slow, your hand reaching up and resting against this jaw, his rough stubble scratching against your soft hand.

Grabbing you by the hips, he pulls you closer till his chest is flush against yours as he mummers against your lips, “Missed you so much, sweetheart.”

You giggle, connecting your lips once more. This time, the kiss is deeper, his tongue brushing against yours. The hand on your hip guides you towards his desk, his mouth latching onto your neck, leaving kisses and bites across the sensitive skin.

“Please, touch me.”  You whine out, grabbing his forearm and leading his hand over to one of your breasts. Groaning, he sneaks his hand beneath your shirt, groping the soft tissue through your bra. Your fingers tangle through his thick hair, your other hand clutching his bicep.

“Turn around, and take these off.” He hisses in your ears, his finger hooking the waist band of your pants, letting go of the material and letting it snap against your skin. Doing as you’re told; your hand fumbles with the buttons before pulling them down enough to expose the wet patch on your underwear.

Cursing beneath his breath, his hand cups your mound, the digits rubbing against your swollen clit as his thumb teases your entrance. “So fucking sexy.”

You bite your lip to stifle a moan, his hand moving to the fat of your ass, spreading you open for him. You hear his belt getting undone, and it doesn’t take long before you feel the tip of his cock smearing precum over your thighs.

“Close these thighs for me, sweetheart.” Your head turns around slightly to look at him, a happy trail running down from beneath his white shirt, leading to a trimmed bush above his thick cock. Your eyes linger on it, tip shiny with precum and veins traveling up it’s length. “Leon, please.”

His fucks his dick between your thighs, the tip brushing against your warm clit causing you to move back into him. He lets out a moan, his head tipping back as his fluids coat your panties, making the material stick uncomfortable to your sobbing cunt.

Squeezing your thighs together to get more friction, a breathy moan escapes his lips as he holds your hips firmly. “Yeah, yeah baby. Just like that.”

“Leon, I want your cock, please.” His hand sneaks below you, rubbing firm circles on your clit. “I know, I know. Just gotta make sure this little pussy is soaked when I stuff it full of my cock.”

Leaning in he kisses your jaw, his other hand cupping your breasts as he whispers into your ear. “You’d let me play with you, yeah sweetheart?”  

You nod eagerly, gipping the desk below you; shifting your attention the warm feeling blossoming between your thighs.

Deciding he’s had enough, he slips your soaking panties down, placing one of your knees on his desk. You can feel your arousal dripping down your thighs. Leon centers his tip at the opening of your hot cunt, collecting more arousal before bullying himself into you.

You let out a yelp at the stretch, resulting in his hand clasping over your mouth as his hips begin to thrust into you. “Gotta stay quiet, baby. Can’t have anyone walk in and see you getting this pretty cunt stretched out like this, yeah?”

The idea causes hot arousal to shoot across your body, your walls pulsing around him. “Fuck, you’d like that? Want someone to see you getting cockdrunk on my dick?  See how well you take it?”

Your mind imagines every word he’s saying; simply thinking of how dirty the sight must be is enough to send you over the edge. You thrash around beneath him, pussy pulsing around his thick length earning a moan out of him.

He begins to chase his own high, hips slamming against yours, the grip he has on you is rough, enough to leave a bruise. Your body goes limp, hearing him whisper incoherent praise into your ear.

“So good for me.”

“So fucking tight.”

“Pussy made for this cock.”

Moments later, he reaches his own release as hot ropes of cum coat your walls. You hum at the warm sensation, watching him pump into your spent cunt a few more times, before he eventually pulls out with a low hiss; cursing beneath his breath as he watches your mixed releases ooze out.

Before they drip any further, he grabs your underwear; pulling it up and leaving a soft kiss on your hip with a reassuring pat. He fixes himself up and helps you look as proper as possible. “I think I just missed my lecture, thanks to you.”

“Forget about it, got three weeks’ worth of concepts to make up for.” He smiles, arm pulling you closer to him. “Gotta make sure to pound those points in before finals.”

divider by: @d-oie

[fleshthatfalls]

real

[official-cvntified-gay]

Temptation Sweet as Honey

warnings: smut, age gap r is in her early twenties while ada's in her mid thirties, power imbalance, getting caught as kink?, professor and student relationship

note: we need more fics abt my wife, pls I'm begging

It was a quiet evening on campus, the kind where the shadows stretched long and the cold air pressed against the windows, making the atmosphere inside feel much more intimate. You found yourself walking the familiar path to Professor Ada Wong’s office, heart racing in your chest. It wasn’t the assignment you were carrying that made your palms sweat—it was the possibility of what might happen next.

Professor Wong was unlike anyone you had ever met. Sharp, calculating, and dangerously seductive, she commanded every room she walked into with a sense of control that sent shivers down your spine. In her late thirties, she exuded an elegance and experience that only made the tension between you more potent. There was no denying the attraction that had built over the months—her lingering gazes in class, the way her hand would brush against yours during discussions, the subtle smirk on her lips when she caught you staring at her a little too long.

You knew it was wrong. She was your professor, and the age gap between you only added to the layers of taboo. But that made it all the more exhilarating.

The hallways were deserted, and when you reached her door, you paused, heart pounding. You knocked softly, the sound barely audible in the silence of the corridor. A moment later, the door creaked open, and there she was, standing in the soft glow of her office light. Her blouse clung perfectly to her frame, the top buttons undone just enough to draw your eyes down to the smooth skin of her chest. Her lips curled into a familiar, knowing smirk as she stepped aside, allowing you to enter.

"Come in," she said, her voice calm but laced with something deeper—something that sent a shiver down your spine.

You stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind you, sealing you both away from the outside world. The air in her office was thick with the faint scent of leather and her intoxicating perfume, a mix of jasmine and something darker, more mysterious. You placed your papers on her desk, but even as you fumbled through your explanations, your mind wasn’t on the assignment. All you could think about was the proximity of her body, the soft click of her heels as she moved closer, and the heat that radiated from her skin.

"You seem distracted," she noted, her voice smooth like velvet. She circled around her desk, leaning against it as her eyes locked onto yours. "Is something on your mind?"

You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out. The tension between you two had been simmering for weeks, and now it felt like it was about to reach a boiling point. Her gaze bore into you, predatory and commanding, and you knew there was no hiding the truth.

"You’ve been thinking about me," she said softly, but it wasn’t a question—it was a statement, one you couldn’t deny. She pushed off from the desk, closing the distance between you in a few slow, deliberate steps until she was standing inches away. The heat of her body was overwhelming, and the scent of her perfume clouded your thoughts, making it impossible to focus on anything other than her.

Your heart pounded in your chest as her hand came up to your face, fingers brushing lightly against your cheek. "Tell me," she whispered, her lips dangerously close to yours. "Do you want this?"

Your breath hitched. You’d thought about this moment so many times, in so many ways, but nothing could have prepared you for the real thing. The air between you was thick with tension, and every fiber of your being screamed for you to close the distance between your lips. "Yes," you breathed, barely able to get the word out.

That was all she needed. Her hand slid behind your neck, pulling you into a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was fierce, hungry, filled with the months of tension that had built between you. Your hands gripped the fabric of her blouse as she pressed her body against yours, the taste of her lips driving you wild. You could feel her dominance in every movement, the way her fingers tangled in your hair, controlling the angle of the kiss, making it clear that she was in charge.

The papers and books on her desk scattered to the floor with a loud clatter as she pushed you back onto it. The cold surface of the desk sent a shock through your body, contrasting sharply with the heat of her mouth on your skin. Her lips left yours only to trail down your neck, biting and kissing as she went, leaving a path of fire in her wake. You couldn’t hold back the soft moan that escaped your lips as her teeth grazed the sensitive spot on your collarbone.

"You’ll have to stay quiet," she murmured against your skin, her voice thick with desire. Her hand slid under your shirt, fingertips tracing along your ribs, sending shivers through your body. "We wouldn’t want anyone to hear, would we?"

You shook your head, but your body was betraying you. The thought of being caught, of someone hearing you, only made the heat between your legs more unbearable. The thrill of the forbidden made every touch, every kiss, more electrifying.

Ada’s hand moved down, her fingers deftly undoing the button of your jeans, and you let out a shaky breath as she slid them down, her hand slipping inside. The heat of her touch was overwhelming, her fingers pressing against you through the thin fabric of your underwear, teasing you with just enough pressure to make you ache for more. You bit your lip hard, trying to suppress the moan that threatened to escape as her fingers worked you, slow and deliberate, pushing you to the edge but never quite giving you what you needed.

"You’re already so wet," she whispered, her voice thick with amusement. "All of this just for me?"

You couldn’t answer, your breath coming in ragged gasps as she slid your underwear aside, her fingers slipping inside you with a precision that made your toes curl. The sensation was almost too much, the feeling of her inside you driving you wild with need. You grabbed onto her shoulders, nails digging into her skin as you tried to ground yourself in the overwhelming pleasure.

Ada kissed you again, her lips hungry and demanding as her fingers curled inside you, hitting that perfect spot with every thrust. Your body arched off the desk, and you bit down hard on your lip, trying desperately to keep quiet, but it was impossible. The sounds of your wetness filled the room, mingling with the soft creak of the desk and the ragged breaths escaping from both of you.

Her pace quickened, her fingers moving faster, more insistent, and you felt the coil of pleasure tightening in your stomach, building with every stroke. "Ada," you gasped, barely able to speak, but she didn’t let up. If anything, the sound of her name on your lips only made her move harder, deeper, until you were teetering on the edge of your climax, every nerve in your body screaming for release.

With one final thrust, you came undone, your entire body shaking as the orgasm ripped through you. You couldn’t hold back the moan that tore from your throat, and Ada’s name spilled from your lips as you clenched around her fingers, riding the waves of pleasure. She didn’t stop, not until she had wrung every last bit of ecstasy from you, her fingers still moving inside you as your body trembled beneath her.

She pulled her fingers from you slowly, her breath hot against your skin as she pressed a final kiss to your lips, soft and possessive. You lay back on the desk, panting, your body still trembling from the intensity of it all.

Ada straightened, her gaze dark and satisfied as she looked down at you. Her fingers, slick with your arousal, brushed across your lips before she brought them to her own mouth, sucking them clean with a look that sent another wave of heat through your body. "You taste just as sweet as I imagined," she said, her voice low and sultry.

You couldn’t respond, still trying to catch your breath as the reality of what just happened settled in. You had crossed a line—a dangerous, exhilarating line—but there was no going back now. The forbidden thrill of it all, the risk of being caught…

it had only made it more intoxicating, more intense.

[written-with-blue-ink]

Pokemon Characters and Date Ideas

Basically: what dates would these Pokemon characters do with you? Characters: N Harmonia, Leon, Grimsley, Rika & Prof. Augustine Sycamore

N Harmonia

Was honestly showing affection and did private, one-on-one hangouts together even before you two started dating

It was around this time he got more affectionate in your friendship. Resting his head on top of your hair, deep eye contact (which he was often really bad at), and braiding/playing with your hair or vice versa. 

It wasn’t until you “officially” ask him out and he cocks his head to the side like a confused puppy and goes “I thought we already were?”

Confusion ensues.

As for dates, N is a really quiet and private guy. He doesn’t like being out in public or in overstimulating environments.

Most of the time dates are hikes, picnics, exploring, all that the fun outdoorsy stuff where he gets to shine in his element. 

Occasionally y’all go to Nimbasa City and go on the Ferris Wheel or play at the arcade in the Amusement Park which you both find enjoyable. 

But his favorites are on late nights when neither of you can sleep. 

You two will just go to Dragonspiral Tower and stargaze at the top of the ruins or watch the local wild pokemon do their thing. 

It’s quiet, it’s fun, and he’s with you. What else could he ask for?

Leon

Dense boy, you probably had to beat him over the head with a book to get his brain to understand (mostly bc he keeps accidentally friend-zoning himself)

Has never really dated before? 

Like, Rose set him up on dates because it's good publicity but he probably hasn’t gone on a real date.

He has money, all these brand partnerships and stuff. He tries to do really classy stuff when y’all first start dating but it leads to him being clearly uncomfortable and you getting fed up and explaining you like him for him and to do fun stuff together.

Mostly home dates from that point on or outings that don’t feel like “dates”. 

Game nights where you two play video games are super fun. Some days are challenge days where you see who can do the best run on a Roguelike or who can win the most rounds of a battle royale type game

Some days are cozy co-op games where you solve puzzles and create things…

Y’all’s favorite thing to do together though is just walk and get lost. Esp with Leon’s terrible sense of direction, you two find weird hole-in-the-wall places that are so much fun.

The best one you found was a great hole-in-the-wall traditional kantonian ramen bar that was on the edge of going out of business. However, due to you and Leon talking about it so much with friends and posting about it online, you saved the shop from going out of business.

Grimsley

Your first date with Grimsley wasn’t really what you were expecting in all honesty

He took you out for lunch at his favorite Kalosian cafe then took you to a bookstore and had you both pick out different books for each other, then went to his house and read while old records played in the background

Of course, the book he picked out for you was one of Shauntal’s (because gotta support your friends/little sister figure)

It was so different from what you were expecting but so sweet at the same time. 

Most common dates are drinks at bars after long days or flower viewings knowing you would like them

He also takes you to his favorite spots whenever he visits Alola with you.

But the most fun dates are when the two of you go to Castelia or Nimbasa to the casinos

You both are given the same amount of money and the challenge is who makes the most in time for your dinner reservation

Whenever the two of you see each other during these you have a habit of teasing the other about who’s in the lead. 

In the end, the winner pays for dinner (much to the chagrin of the other)

Rika

She’s the one who asked you and was super casual and blunt about it

Picks you up after work and takes you to the store where the two of you talk about what to make for dinner.

The two of you go back to her place and begin cooking together, smiling and chatting the whole time as the two of you get distracted by cutting veggies and being in each other’s company.

From then on dates were mostly cutesy, one-on-one time for the two of you.

Crafts while watching movies are the most common, sewing, embroidery, sketching, it's just fun and relaxing

Ceramics classes too, wet clay on your hands and you rub it on her face. Only for her to cock her brow and smirk as she cups her face with her filthy hands and kisses your nose.

Her favorite dates are the ones when you get to help her at the Academy. Running after-school activities or working in the library

It combines her admiration of her students and her love of you… her two favorite things

Prof. Augustine Sycamore

Honestly over the moon when you accepted to go on a date with him

The man is in his late 30s/early 40s and his last relationship kinda fell apart really badly 

*cough cough Lysandre cough*

So he was out of the dating scene for a while and didn’t exactly know what to do when you said yes

Like, his brain crashed and did a hard reset. He was not expecting to get this far…

He gives all his employees off one day and decks out the backyard of his lab with string lights, and sheets, rummaging around the attic of the lab, and a call to his favorite restaurant.

When you arrived you saw the backyard completely transformed into a cozy outdoor movie spot with takeout and snacks prepared at a picnic table

It’s super sweet

Besides that, you two go on “research” dates together. It’s mostly pokemon watching and taking notes on what you find.

The little sketches he does of the pokemon you find absolutely adorable!

[ao3-rex1223]

Twist Me series: part I, part III, part IV

Pairing: Professor!Leon x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut, Porn, Vaginal, Sex, Blow Jobs, Mildly Dubious Consent, Desk Sex, Creampie, Spanking, One Night Stands, Thigh Fucking

Summary: Sequel to "Twist My Words". You haven't stopped thinking about fucking Leon for a good grade at the end of last semester. One casual hook up with a frat boy ends up in some unintended consequences. When Professor Kennedy comes to the library where you work looking for a textbook. One thing leads to another...

A/N: I'm finally out of Tumblr Jail! I guess this blog got flagged as "spam" somehow? But to celebrate getting released, here's my newest Leon Kennedy fic!

“Fuck! I'm gonna cum!” the frat boy moans as he shoots his load inside you. You're not even sure you remember his name. It's something like Jason or Jeremy or…Jesse? Oh well; who cares? It's not like he even got you close to climaxing….not like with Professor Kennedy back at the end of last semester. God, that was the most incredible sex you've ever had! The memories of that day have been in your spank bank ever since. You had fucked him for a good grade but haven't really seen him since; you're not in his class or anything this semester so you don't really cross now.

The frat boy with the J-name releases your ankles from his shoulders and gets off you, wiping his cock dry with a towel he grabbed from his floor, one that likely has seen its fair share of jizz. He offers you the towel and you silently decline with a wave of your hand and a mildly scrunched face. You quickly dress, trying to suppress a look of disgust as you feel his cum oozing out of your cunt. You slip out of his room and go back downstairs to the party that's still going on, its guests seemingly unaware of but not likely to be surprised by the fact that you hooked up with one of the hosts. It's the Friday night before spring break so everyone is out partying. You grab another Soho cup and fill it with the concoction of punch and whatever alcohol with which it's been spiked then take a big swing, hoping to wipe the disappointing experience Mr J-name called ‘sex’.

Your heart skips a beat as you hear a few students talk about Mr Kennedy. It seems like they're all taking his class this semester. One of them calls your name. “Did you just hook up with James!?” A petite girl asks. She looks like she's too young to be drinking, yet still has a cup with the boozy punch in it. Her tone is accusatory, like she's jealous.

“James! That was his name!” You reply, more so to yourself than her. You keep walking, uncaring of her perturbed state. She doesn't know how lucky she is! She gets to see Mr Kennedy every day! Your mood progressively sours and you decide to leave the party early. You unlock the door to your dorm and dump your keys on the desk. You kick the door closed with your foot and mosey to your room.

As you lie on your bed, you replay your tryst with Professor Kennedy in your mind. Your hand travels along your body, touching and caressing. You knead and squeeze your breasts, remembering the feel of his dick inside you, thrusting hard and hitting your cervix like an aggressive salesman knocking on a door. You moan and kick your pants and panties off, hand trailing south towards your wet folds. You recall the feeling of him bending you over his desk and holding you down roughly as you start stroking your clit, the pads of your fingers doing their best to stimulate you like he could. You start to pant, the tension in your belly building steadily. Slick coats your fingers and leaks down your ass cheeks. You rub faster and faster, playing the sound of his voice in your mind again…

…“That's a good girl.” … “Choke on my cock like a - ah - good little slut. You want an A, sweetheart? Better - mf - suck this dick like your grade depends on it…

You inhale sharply and cum hard on your fingers. You lay there, boneless, for a moment before rising out of bed to clean yourself up. After you wash your hands, you climb back into bed and fall asleep.

Monday morning you stroll into the library to work the front desk; your student job since you've been going here. Since it's spring break, it's very dead on campus. There's maybe one or two graduate students scattered about the whole building. You lean your head on your knuckles while you sit completely bored, staring at your computer screen with the list of overdue books. It's your job to send out reminder emails to everyone who needs to return what they've rented. No one is going to read them today, you figure. Everyone is on vacation…except you. You decided to stay behind and make some easy money.

“Hey!” You hear a voice sharply rip you from your wandering thoughts. It was harsh, like the owner of that voice had already tried at least once to get your attention. You look up to see him on the other side of the circulation desk.

Your jaw briefly drops, followed by a quick recovery. You swallow hard and straighten up. “Professor Kennedy! What can I do for you?” you ask, a little too eagerly.

He smirks meanly. “I'm looking for the Litigator's Handbook of Forensic Medicine, Psychiatry, and Psychology. Volume 2,” he states, as if he's pissed off that it's not already in his hands.

You nod and quickly type the name into your computer to find where the text is. Shit. “I'm sorry, Professor…all our copies are out right now.”

The professor glares at you, like it's somehow your fault. You look into more detail on who has the books and realize one is due back today. “There should be one available later today,” you add, but know very well there's a high chance it just won't get returned. Still, you're willing to say anything to make him happy.

His glare neutralizes into an unreadable expression. Then, with just a hint of a smirk he replies, “great. Bring it to my office then.” He turns and walks out before you can protest and tell him the library doesn't deliver.

But an idea pops into your head and sends a jolt of arousal to your sex. Maybe he'll be grateful for that delivery…

After trying numerous times to contact the professor who has the book you need, you finally get a hold of her and retrieve the book. With a big, dumb grin on your face, you high tail it over to Professor Kennedy’s office. You knock eagerly on his door.

“Come in,” he calls from inside his office, his tone neutral. You open the door and see him behind his desk typing into his computer, his expression unreadable.

“Professor Kennedy, I brought you the textbook you were looking for,” you announce. His office isn't much different than when you were in it last time…naked and getting deliciously fucked by him. Your pussy throbs at the memories that come rushing back.

He gestures with his hand to come toward him without looking up from his computer. You walk to him, holding the textbook.

“Desk,” he commands, still engrossed in whatever he's working on. You set the book down and turn to leave, convinced you're not going to make any worthy progress with him. You let out a silent sigh and head for the door. “Did I say you could leave?” He asks. You spin around. He's finally looking at you.

You stare back at him, mouth agape. “Wh-what?” Your heart starts to race; your palms sweat.

He lets out a snort. “Desk,” he repeats with the slightest smirk. His eyes flicker to the surface of his desk, the very same one where you just dropped the book.

You don't realize you're holding your breath as you walk toward him. Before you can even hop up on his desk he grabs your hips tightly and pins you between his body and the edge of the desk.

“Open your fucking mouth,” he demands.

Your lips part only just slightly and his tongue is inside your mouth, attacking yours. Your rational thought is quickly slipping away as your fingers tangle into his hair. His hands slip underneath the hem of your shirt, rubbing your bare waist with his thumbs. The tingles shooting through your body could make you jump out of your own skin. You suck on his tongue, the memory of his dick in your mouth rushing back into your mind.

He slides his hands up further, pushing your shirt with it. He breaks the kiss only for a second to pull your shirt over your head and toss it to the side before roughly grabbing your breast through your lace bra and claiming your mouth again. You reach behind yourself and unclasp your bra. Before you can move your hands, he grips your wrists tightly and holds them behind your back. He kisses, licks, and even bites down onto your neck. “Did you think I wouldn't fucking find out?” he asks with a gruff whisper in your ear. He nips at your neck again.

“Wh-what?” You manage to gasp out. Your head falls to one side, giving him better access to your neck.

He laughs meanly. “I have eyes and ears all over this school, sweetheart.” He gently kisses your neck. “Don't think for a second that you could get away with fucking some dumb ass frat boy without me knowing.” He nips at your pulse, dragging his teeth across your neck. “Don't move,” he commands darkly and lets go of your hands long enough to remove his tie and use it to secure your wrists behind your back. He cups your face, kissing you hungrily again. One hand slides down and cups your breasts. You feel his erection straining in his pants and pressing against your hip. “I think I need to teach you another lesson, sweetheart.” He breaks the kiss and smirks wickedly.

He pushes you down to your knees and slowly unbuckles his belt then tosses it aside. He unzips his pants and frees his cock - God, it's bigger than you remember. He strokes it a few times and shoves it into your waiting mouth. Hands grip the sides of your face, pushing you further onto his shaft. He combs your hair with his fingers, holding it all back with one hand fisted tightly, forming a handle with which he can control your head. “That's my good little slut. Suck my fucking cock,” he growls as he fucks your face. “You love this don't you? Letting me fuck you again and you're not even in my class. Fuck. I've been waiting to fuck you again for months. Can't stop thinking about your sweet mouth and your tight pussy,” he coos and gently runs a finger down the side of your face. You fight to hold back the tears pooling in your eyes as you resist gagging on the fat dick in your mouth.

But he's right. You do love it, you crave it, you need it. You suck him greedily, ecstatic to even have the chance to gag on his dick. Precum coats the back of your throat and you moan loudly. Your pussy is throbbing, aching to be touched but with your hands tied behind your back, you can't touch it. His grip on your hair tightens and it makes you wetter. You can tell he's close, but before he can cum, he pulls your face away. He pants, looking like he wants to say something but is at a loss for words. He growls and pulls you up, spins you around and shoves you over his desk. You feel your pants and panties being yanked off of you together. His chest presses against your back, holding you in place against his desk, still covered with papers. You glance to the side and see the textbook you brought; your ticket back to Professor Kennedy and his magnificent cock. He slides his cock between your thighs, gliding under your cunt. He's teasing you. His shaft is coated in your slick, so much so it's about to start dripping down his balls.

“You're so fucking wet, sweetheart. Gonna cum all over my cock before I've even fucked you?” He runs his hands all over your naked body, reminding himself of what he believes belongs to him.

“Please! Please! Please! Fuck me, Professor! Please! Fuck! I can't take it!” You beg, a few tears leaking from your eyes. You feel like you'll spontaneously combust if you don't feel his cock fill you up soon.

A loud smack fills the air followed by a stinging on your ass cheek. More slick gushes from your dripping wet sex. “Ah, ah, ah, sweetheart. You don't call the shots. I do. And you still need to learn your lesson. So, for now, I'm gonna fuck your cute little thighs…nice and slow.”

It's torture as you feel his length slide back and forth between your thighs, ghosting your clit and sending jolts of pleasure through you but not nearly enough to cum. Your moans fade into whimpers and crescendo back into moans.

He plays with you for a while, never increasing his pace. You're crying, you're so desperate for release. “Tell me, sweetheart, was it worth it? Fucking that worthless frat boy?” He slaps your ass again. “Did he make you cum?”

You bite your lip. “...no…”

He laughs, as if he already knew the answer but it made it that much sweeter to hear it from your own lips. His hand rubs up your back and slides around your throat, squeezing gently and turning you on even more. “Did you let him cum inside you?” He asks, his voice dark and devoid of any humor. You know he's not going to like your answer.

“...yes…” you confess; you're certainly in no position to lie to him. Another smack hits your ass cheek along with that delicious sting. You don't need to see his face to know he's pissed. He rubs the spot tenderly then slaps it once more.

“Learn your lesson yet, sweetheart?” He asks, delivering another slap. His hips continue to move his dick between your thighs at a snail's pace.

You cry out for release. “What!? What is it!? What am I supposed to learn!?”

Leon stops moving and positions the head of his cock at your entrance, locked and ready to fill you with one thrust. He grips your waist with both hands, tightly, to keep you from pushing your hips back and impaling yourself on his cock before he decides to give it to you. He leans in slowly and gently whispers in your ear, “that you're fucking mine.” With that, he slams his cock inside you, fucking you ruthlessly. Your eyes roll back into your head. Finally, the addicting sensation of being filled by him is yours to savor once again. His fat, long dick hits your cervix over and over, rubbing your g-spot perfectly. It doesn't take you long to cum, screaming his name, panting, and gasping as you catch your breath. He doesn't slow his pace; instead he maintains, fucking you hard and fast as your walls contract and relax around him. He draws out your orgasm, reaching around to squeeze your throat again with one hand and rubbing your clit with the other. Where you were just parched for pleasure, you're now overstimulated, between his hard and fast thrusts and his rough circles on your clit, you're about to combust yet again. He leans forward once more, biting and sucking on your neck, leaving deliberate marks. “In case any other fucking frat boys get any ideas about touching you,” he growls. You cum again, the pain and pleasure enough to send you over the edge a second time. You're covered in sweat and your body is sliding easily on his desk.

Leon slams his hips forward hard, sheathing himself balls deep inside you as he cums, his dick exploding with jizz all over the entrance to your womb. He holds you on the desk with his hands as the last globs of cum shoot out from his tip. Then, he leans down and tenderly kisses your neck. He helps you up from the desk, releases your hands from his tie, and even helps you dress.

“You know, if it's any consolation, I don't even remember that frat boy's name,” you admit.

“James C. Harold,” Leon rattles off without hesitation.

Your eyes widen. “How did you…?”

He leans in closer, looming over you. His smirk is nearly audible. “I had him expelled.” He hooks his finger into the waistband of your jeans and pulls you to him. “You. Are. Mine.” He growls then kisses you possessively. “Is that clear?”

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✦「Raihan x Reader」✦

ɴᴀᴍᴇ║Raihan

ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ/ᴍᴀɴɢᴀ/ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ║Pokémon Sword & Pokémon Shield

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ║14,040

「ᴀꜰʟ」 𝟏𝟖+ 「ᴘᴡᴘ」 ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ━━━➤ 「ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀʙʏ」

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

❝ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ, ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ɢɪʀʟ❞

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

Do not steal, copy, or repost anywhere. My work is currently on both CREAMPIE_CAPITAL on wattpad and Imtropicalbaby on Quotev. If posted on another account or website, please report and notify me immediately.

Now onto the smut :)

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

*Note, it's been said that Raihan's ethnicity is South Asian, Muslim

*I messed up on the height in the last chapter. 6'6 is (198 cm) so Raihan's 6'8 is (203 cm)

Huffing aloud, your feet came to a halt once you reached the battlegrounds. Shouting and intensive roaring of dragon-type pokemon echoed around the extensively large stadium.

Placing a hand on your hip and dropping your duffle bag onto the ground, you narrowed your (e/c) optics at the man baring his fangs as he displayed a wide grin at his Trainers.

"Raihan!"

Your voice reverberated within the stadium, which ceased any other movement. The pokemon trainers all froze for a moment before their attention flung to your frame.

"(Y/n)!" The dark-skinned man bellowed out as he sped over to your frame. His towering 6'8 (203 cm) body seemed to grow in height with each nearing step.

His sweaty elongated arms opened to entrap you in a bone crush hug, and you cringed upon the sight. "Don't you dare touch me when you're coated in sweat!" You hissed, but his grin never wavered.

Instead, he ignored your words to engulf you in his arms and shove your face against his sticky bare chest.

Your (e/c)'s enlarged face blazing with heat from the contact. "Raihan, you're nasty!" You snapped, which only prompted him to laugh.

It rumbled against his chest onto your own body, stimulating your insides with your cheeks rivaling the heat of a fire.

Clicking your tongue, you hid your face against his body and accepted his hug, your arms wrapping around to hold him close as the both of you relished in the presence of the other.

His arms grew tighter, his heart beating faster against his ribs while he hummed with satisfaction.

Feeling eyes watching you closely had, your skin enflamed like lighting a torch. "Okay, Raihan. That's enough; people are watching us." You murmured while attempting to push him away, but he only tightened his hug.

"No, I don't think I will." He replied back with a light laugh that tingled your tummy from the angelic noise. "I haven't seen you at all in six months; let me hold you just a little longer. Won't you give me that? Please, Doll?"

Your ears erupted in mind-numbing heat. Slapping your hands against his firm stomach, you attempted to push yourself away, but it was to no avail.

"What did I say about nicknames!? It's embarrassing!"

The dragon tamer pulled back only far enough so he could meet your gaze but remain holding you in place.

Your stomach fluttered with that loving look he gave you, and it only increased when he reached a finger to your face so he could swipe a thumb over your bottom lip.

"You always say you hate them, and I always say I'll never stop." His response prompted you to scrunch your nose and finally force yourself out of his hold.

"A-At least not in public!"

He bellowed with laughter while reaching for his phone, using the opportunity to snap a quick picture of your flustered face that he could almost see emanating with heat.

Raihan turned back to his trainers and waved them off, signaling that the day's training was over. They waved goodbye to both of you, and your attention remained on their departing figures until the giant man grasped your hands in his gloved ones.

"Don't be a tsundere and give me a kiss, pretty girl." He crooned and you could feel your insides quivering.

It's been a few good months since you've heard him call you those stupid lovable names and they still had the same effect on you every time.

"I am not a tsundere!" You barked while glaring into his beautiful teal optics but once he gave you that devilish grin you snapped your gaze away. "...I just don't deserve all that flattery."

The onyx-haired male tightened his hold on your hand to regain your attention. When you slowly flickered up to look at him you noticed his usual grin had fallen.

"(Y/n), you say that every time."

You furrowed your brows and gradually shook your head, your lips pursing without you even realizing it. "No, I don't. It's just that I don't like overpraises and false cajolery." You replied which provoked the dragon tamer to tug you closer to his body so you pressed right up against him.

Although his tiger orange hairband obscured his forehead you could already tell his eyebrows were furrowed deeply.

"Come on, (Y/n). I just got you back from your expedition after six months, can we not start this?" The strained tone in his voice drove your throat to tighten and your abdomen to ache.

"Start what?" You quired while pulling out of his hold. "I'm just telling you how I feel. I'm already your girlfriend, you don't need to keep complimenting me."

He groaned aloud and grasped at his locks in the protective coif, tugging on his tied hair before heaving a heavy exhale.

"We may be together but that doesn't mean I need to stop marveling at somebody that I love so much. Every day it's like I find something new to admire and appreciate." He placed a finger under your chin to gaze into your eyes. "In my eyes, you are the most beautiful stunning woman I have ever met. You put the sun to shame with how bright your smile is. The stars could never compare to how much your eyes glimmer."

Steam must have been wafting off your figure from how overwhelmingly hot his compliments were making you feel.

Your head was hazy to indicate lightheadedness which encouraged you to swallow thickly.

"T-This is what I mean, I don't deserve it! You just like to see me all flustered-" Your speech came to a halt when the man reached for your thighs and hauled you up against his body.

He held you firmly with your hands instinctively flying to wrap around the back of his neck. His nude-colored lips were scowling, not due to anger but annoyance.

"I am your boyfriend, a man so utterly in love with you." The tone of his voice was not sharp; however, he clearly was displeased. "So everything I say is not some faux flattery just to see you flustered. It's because I want you to understand how I perceive you."

Your lips felt clamped shut with glue, stuck together with a sense of guilt infiltrating its way into your heart. That pained expression, his fangs baring was not something you meant to cause.

It was just so hard to accept his compliments, or anyone's for that matter. You just don't understand why anyone would waste their breath on you like that, even if they were in a relationship with you.

Leaning forward, you connected your lips with his while pushing your chest against his bare one. He remained hesitant at first but you know he can never deny a sweet kiss from you.

His grip on your thighs tightened as he angled his head so the kiss could deepen. You still smelled of the jungle, of fresh healthy vegetation that conflicted against the sour odor of his sweat.

He could taste the ripe fruit you must have been consuming on the expedition as he sucked on your tongue.

Breathless groans and teasingly quiet moans reverberated from your chest and it only drove him to desire more of you.

Lightly tapping on his shoulder, you forced him to focus and pull away slightly so you could breathe. "C-Calm down; I just got back." You replied only for him to grin and lick his tongue along your lips.

"Exactly, you just got back." And he resumed the kiss as if it was the air he needed to breathe.

Deciding to sway your embarrassment and indulge in your desires you kissed back feverishly, your hands migrating to his protective hairstyle to tug on it.

He hummed, his hands reaching farther up your leg until one of them pulled away to slam down and slap upon your bottom cheek.

Your body jolted against his, a gasp echoing out as he used the opportunity to drive his tongue in your mouth and taste every bit of you.

You were out of breath from his lewd actions and he could tell so he pulled away to place a smooch against your lips before intertwining his tongue with yours.

Drool dribbled from the corner of your mouth and at the sensation, you quickly pulled away and wiped it with your sleeve.

"Don't do that, it was hot!" He voiced and dug his fingers into your bottom.

Punching his shoulders you wiggled and squirmed until the giant placed your feet on the ground of the stadium. "Shut up! I let you get away with too much."

He displayed a wide vibrant grin that showed his piercing white teeth and sharp fangs. "You know you liked it."

Clicking your tongue you reached for your duffle and turned to face the exit way. "Well I haven't eaten anything since last night so I hope we could go out for some regular food."

Nodding his head the giant ran over to a bench to dress in his dragon-type uniform and hoodie before rushing back over.

Upon his return, you began ambling down the hallway however the dark-skinned man wouldn't allow you to progress any further until your hands were clamped firmly together with his.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

Dropping the duffle on the ground you let your body fall upon his mattress, your (e/c) optics shutting as you relished in the soft comfort.

"Oh my god how I've missed an actual bed!" The words were muffled but Raihan still managed to understand. "I like sleeping on the ground but unsteady gravel and a thin sleeping bag were not it for six months."

The dragon tamer pivoted on the balls of his feet so he could fall backward, bouncing your body for a few rounds.

"Ah, I'm stuffed." He announced, a hand patting his firm abbs that in no way shape or form would ever look anything but muscular.

"And I missed junk food so much." You murmured with a faint exhausted voice.

Raihan turned on his side slowly so he could wrap an arm around your midsection and pull you against his chest.

Your back met his warm heated body while his fingers snaked under your shirt to trail lines up and down your tummy.

Fluttering butterflies danced under your skin from his touch with your heart skipping a beat.

"And I've missed you so much." His voice was right in your ear, his breathing fanning it and increasing the heat from the extensive blood flow to your labyrinth.

Gingerly reaching down you held your hand atop of his, squeezing it tightly. "I've...missed you so much too."

The giant hummed with satisfaction and kissed your ear before covering your jaw in them. You laughed lightly from the ticklish sensation until those giggles were swapped for a moan.

His warm lips left lingering kisses across your throat, his fangs lightly grazing across your skin to stimulate it.

And then he began to suck on it, nipping until he broke the capillaries below and bruised your skin with his markings.

The stinging sensation was pain that felt so good. It spread across your chest like lightning striking the ground.

"R-Raihan~."

He released an audibly long breath before placing his forehead against the back of your crown and hugging you close to his body.

"F*ck, you just got back and I know your exhausted but I can't help it. You're just so pretty." He breathed in your hair and you could feel your body temperature rise from his words.

"Y-You're just a horn dog." You replied, cursing yourself for stuttering like some school girl.

The giant laughed, his hand that trailed along the skin of your tummy rose to your jaw so he could stroke it with his calloused fingertips.

"I'm a horn dog if I wanna f*ck all my love deep inside you?"

Your heartbeat quickened. "Yes!"

"Then I'm your horn dog that you gotta get under control." He murmured before placing a swift smooch on your lips. "But because I know you're exhausted I'll keep it my pants...for now."

You rolled your eyes and slowly sat up, a knot stretching uncomfortably in your back which prompted you to groan disdainfully.

Raihan could almost picture the deep scowl and furrowed brows from your aching body. He sat up himself and grasped your shoulder so you could turn your head to face him.

He kissed your lips once again before smiling against them, humming as a kitty would. "Alright, I'll run you a bath and when you get out I'll give you a massage."

Offering him a lopsided smile you nodded your head. "No funny business?"

He raised a palm to face you with another laying across his chest where his heart fibbed beneath. "I promise, I just want to make your time at home comfortable."

You swallowed strenuously and dropped your gaze to your lap. "This isn't even my home-"

"Ah!" He interjected and reached for your warm cheeks so he could hold them in the palm of his hand. "My home will always be yours as well, it's our home, (Y/n)."

Staring into his glimmering teal eyes you felt frozen at the moment, just completely overtaken by his heartfelt gaze.

Laughing in your throat you shook your head and leaned back so his hand could fall from your face. "Just run the bath."

He shook his head lightly with his signature grin. "Of course, I still remember exactly how you like it."

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The sweet mouthwatering aroma of food emanated in the air, your senses heightened as you began to awaken. Sunlight streamed in through the curtains and burned your eyes from behind your lids.

Groaning audibly, your body shifted as a hand migrated to shield you from the rays.

Shuffling could be heard before the curtains were closed and footsteps neared your half-asleep frame. Succulent lips were placed upon yours tenderly before Raihan's hand caressed your jaw.

You hummed, unconsciously leaning into his hold as your heavy eyes gingerly squinted open.

Even in the dim room, you could make out his vibrant grin that was ever so lively.

"Hey, pretty girl. Good morning, did you sleep well?" He quired in a soft voice that was contrary to his youthful appearance.

Rolling your eyes at his nickname you nodded your head wearily and carefully sat up. The covers fell from your shoulders, your joints cracking audibly with a satisfied groan resonating from your lips.

"God(s), I haven't slept that good in months. I always had to be ready in case a pokemon wanted to conduct a sneak attack." You replied before yawning, your jaw aching for a moment from the pulling on the tendons.

The dragon tamer nodded his head in understanding before leaning forward to place a kiss against your warm nose.

"Well, I'm glad you slept so good, and now it's time for you to eat so well too." He mused while his arms carefully wrapped around your shoulders and the back of your knees to heave you in the air.

Air wooshed past your frame from the movement and for a second you were lightheaded until he began his crusade out of the bedroom.

The delicious fragrance grew stronger once he reached the dining room and set you down at the head of the table.

A variety of delicacies littered the glass surface, all ranging from meats to fruits to vegetables.

"I wasn't sure if your taste changed since being on your expedition so I made a 'lil' bit of everything for ya."

Staring in utter disbelief you shook your head and connected your gaze with the man who took a seat next to you.

"This must have been so much work. We easily could have gone out to a diner for breakfast, Raihan."

Placing a plate with utensils in front of you he ignored your words. "We could have but I wanted to cook for my girlfriend." His teal eyes flickered over to the food before regaining your gaze. "Besides, I like seeing your pretty face when you eat my food."

Heat ignited from beneath your skin and flared out the longer he stared at you unwaveringly. He reached for one of your favorite fruits and bit into it before leaning over.

One of his hands grasped your jaw to slant closer to him and your lips connected. Gasping from the sudden contact he pushed the fruit into your mouth with his long tongue and pulled back to showcase a devilishly triumphant grin.

"Now you can either eat up or I can feed you with my mouth again if you would like." He cooed and observed the way you seemed to freeze like a computer.

Nearly choking on the fruit as you swallowed his smile grew from your reaction.

"U-Uh Uh, Raihan!" You snapped but he merely laughed, the noise echoing in the dining room.

He poured a glass of juice before setting it in the corner of the place matt. The dark-skinned man was acting like a househusband waiting on you hand and foot which elicited your stomach to swirl heavily.

What an odd fantasy and one that was far from ever coming true.

"Come on, eat up! Get all your energy back so we can make up for the lost time." He exclaimed with his lively grin and you pursed your lips at his words.

"Are we not just going to relax?"

"We are but I think you'll need to have a bit more energy to relax with my c*ck in your p*s-"

You threw a spoon forward which struck him right in the middle of the forehead. "Watch your mouth, you nasty boy!"

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"Watch my mouth, huh? Don't be so hypocritical when you're the one screaming for more now." He hissed in your ear, tugging on your hair so your chin could point towards the ceiling.

Your teeth ground against each other as each forceful thrust of his hips drove your body harder into the couch cushion.

His c*ck grazed along sensitive spots both deep and shallow inside that had your eyes rolling back into your head.

He ceased his thrust to remain buried within you and pulled on your hair again whilst he reached his other hand to hook in the corner of your cheek.

"Don't you remember how loud you would scream? How filthy you were choking on my c*ck with tears running down your face?" He chuckled under his breath and grinded himself in you, his back arching the slightest as he remained inside but still afflicted the tender spots against your walls.

You could barely respond with coherent words, just mumbled mess echoing out in the living room. Everything within your head was running around at the speed of sound.

"And how could I forget!?" Raihan released your mouth to reach up to his head and remove his tiger orange hairband.

Without warning, he wrapped it around your neck before yanking the ends so the cloth could choke you.

Your (e/c) eyes widened, the shock and pain of his action had your whole body tense. Everything tightened...your throat, your stomach, your walls around his c*ck.

He inhaled a profound breath while he twitched inside from the tightness only suffocating you could provide.

Reaching to grasp the hairband you fell forward, your forehead pressing into the armrest with his hips driving harder against you so he was the absolute deepest he had ever been.

As if flicking a switch you were completely under his control, limp and basically unresponsive. No longer were you moaning curses and instead, the only thing that could be heard leaving your lips were weak wheezes.

God(s), you loved it when he choked you. Regardless if it were those big strong hands or his hairband. Pressure on your larynx was a pain that shot down your abdomen like lightning strikes on earth.

It spread like branches of trees that clawed you closer to another org*sm.

The more you fought against the cloth choking you, the harder he pulled and tugged. The lack of air was almost intoxicating, like a drug that wasn't good for you but you still desired more.

Asphyxiation had all those pleasurable chemicals flooding your deprived brain. Everything was extra sensitive but you were also more aware.

Choking against it you could feel the dripping of sweat down your back and behind your knees. An ache in your nipples, throbbing as if it demanded to be touched right then and there.

The stretch of your slits widened to take in the shape of his bulbous c*ck. Shaped so deliciously thick all around his shaft that was the slightest shade lighter compared to the rest of his dark skin.

And his fat leaking tip that kissed the deepest part of you so desperately but would also reach so far down your throat you gagged on it too.

You whimpered before wheezing out when he pulled the ends even farther apart. It burned against the skin of your throat, you were sure there would be a darkened mark but you didn't care.

Nothing mattered but the pressure on your neck and that pretty wet d*ck buried inside your walls. They shaped so tightly around him - molding - to be the only form that he could fit in.

Tears dribbled down your face and soaked the hairband around your throat. Saliva crept from the corners of your lips that drooled across your chin.

It began to become difficult to see but despite that your lips were pulled upwards into a massive grin, teeth grinding into each other with the most er*tic expression you could involuntarily portray on your face.

Raihan peeked his head down at an angle to observe the way you looked. And to him, it was like you were nothing more than a masochistic wh*re that had been touched starved for six months.

Absolutely filthy you were under him at that moment. It was so embarrassing but so f*cking hot.

Slowly pulling the cloth together he released some of the strain against your throat, you inhaled a profoundly deep breath before having it taken away from you when he yanked it apart to asphyxiate you once again.

"Ack~!"

Your head was thrown back, a divot deep in your spine whilst you dug your nails into the couch cushion. At that moment with your head so light and deprived of oxygen, you came with a choking wheeze.

"Hehe~! You came just from me choking the sh*t out of you!? You really are the nasty one, pretty girl!"

Your eyes rolled back into your head as white overtook your vision. The tingling in your abdomen spread all across your legs which drove the last remaining bouts of strength to give out.

The dragon tamer crotch that was already drenched in a predominantly white cream from your earlier org*sm has once again become coated in another climax.

A ring of white surrounded the base of his c*ck and dripped down his aching balls. That action was stimulating but he almost came right then and there from the squeezing of your walls around his shaft that was still sowed inside.

He sucked in a breath, his balls tensing and the need to c*m overtook every one of his senses.

With your body trembling and vision blanking out he released the hairband around your neck and threw it on the ground without a care.

Immediately you coughed and wheezed in an attempt to inhale the oxygen you were deprived of. Your body fell to the side, leaning against the couch as you reached for your tender bruised throat.

Raihan smiled at you, a sickeningly sweet grin that grew when he pulled out to step off the couch and lean over your figure.

One of his hands grasped your hair, tangling it between his fingers so he could pull your head upwards.

With no strength to defy him, you allowed yourself to be forced up even if the strain of your scalp irritated you.

His other hand reached down to his slimy wet c*ck that throbbed so painfully with a need to release. He slapped the tip across your tear-stricken face before pumping himself.

The squelching of your org*sm that coated his length echoed loudly within the living room. His soft grunts grew to audible huffs; sweat dripping down the side of his face.

You merely stuck out your tongue and like a greedy sl*t begged him in your own way to paint your face for being such a good girl.

The pace of his hands increased, edging him to his release that was right there. Raihan's grip on your hair grew firmer with the nearing of his org*sm.

"You want it, right? You want to be covered in c*m like a nasty b*tch, right?"

His teeth ground against each other while he breathed laboriously, the bluster of his muffled grunts and groans resonating even louder in the room.

The dragon tamer's leg's tingled, its muscles overstimulated. His balls ached to release the tension that built up within.

Raihan's stomach contracted, his ribs pressing against his skin as the overbearing tingling sensation in his abdomen swept through his nerves.

He cursed under his breath while you licked his leaking tip to help inch him closer.

"Nhg~!" He abruptly moaned out as it finally hit. His breath was caught in his throat while he aimed it towards your face.

His hips bucked forward with his toes curling against the floor. His back arched the slightest with a blissful expression forming on his face.

The man gave his throbbing c*ck one last heavy pump before feeling his c*m arising through the hole. His breathing was erratic as his stomach flexed and contracted at a ragged pace. His mind became blank as the euphoric feeling of his org*sm hit him.

Your tongue stuck outwards and you shut your eyes to protect it. Without a moment to waste he called out your name as his warm spurt shot out and landed on your face.

You flinched from the contact at first but quickly grew relaxed by the familiar feeling. Thick and sticky, landing all over the surface of your front.

On your cheeks, over your nose; trickling down your succulent lips. His c*m mixed with the tears that once stained your face and saliva that drooled from your mouth.

"Oh, f*ck. You spend all that time on your make-up to look pretty but you've never looked prettier than with my c*m on your face, baby girl." He murmured in a low hoarse voice.

Gingerly you opened your eyes, weary of the small trail that flowed from your forehead to observe his flushed expression.

Your tongue was still laid out so he took the opportunity to place his still throbbing head on the muscle and release that last bit of c*m he had welled up inside of him.

The dark-skinned man was in a state of ecstasy from all the pleasurable sensation and when your mouth wrapped around his tip to suck he immediately began trembling.

"That's enough, pretty girl." He warned and stepped back so his semi-hard c*ck could fall from your mouth.

You huffed in disapproval but the man merely chuckled and reached for his phone on the coffee table.

"Close your eyes and smile." Your boyfriend ordered and you already knew what he wanted. You detested your picture being taken but you couldn't help but feel slightly exhilarated by it at the moment.

So like a good girl you did as you were told, sticking out your tongue to showcase the white liquid splattered on your tongue, and heard the shutter of his phone go off.

The picture showcased everything. Your damp hair from your sweat that was still tangled within his fingers. Dried tears, bubbly drool, and his thick spurts of c*m coating your face.

He even managed to get a bit of your naked form that was covered in contusions and bites. And even a few small cuts from when he grazed his sharp fangs a little too hard on your skin.

"That's so f*cking hot, you're so f*cking hot." He praised breathlessly and set down his phone on the coffee table. "I wanna go again!"

"No!" You wheezed which prompted the giant man to only grin at you cheekily. He carefully untangled your hair from his hand only to reach down and pick you up in a bridal hold.

"Fine, later...but for now let's take a shower. We are so sweaty and we still have breakfast to finish."

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"And this is where I almost fell off a cliff being chased by a Rayquaza before I caught that damn thing." You laughed at the image that was displayed across your Tv screen. "I was looking for a Mega Rayquaza so I was pretty bummed when all I found were those ones."

"Really?" Raihan quired in a low voice while he angled his head to look down at you. His arms wrapped tighter around your shoulders as he pulled you again to his side on the couch. "Rayquaza are legendary pokemon said to have only been alive hundreds of millions of years ago. Don't you realize how extraordinary that it is?"

Nodding your head you focused your gaze on the screen to hide your quivering lip in the dark that wanted to grin proudly at his words.

"You're amazing. Absolutely, undoubtedly-" He leaned forward, his noise briefly brushing against yours until he placed a kiss on your lips. "-amazing. You make me so proud."

The blazing heat once again returned to your face, so hot you were sure you must have looked like a steaming kettle.

Your stomach swirled with something heavy and your heart skipped the beat of its regular palpations.

"Don't be lying to me, you know how I feel when you exaggerate things." You murmured while you attempted to look away but he grasped your lower jaw to keep you still.

"I'm not lying!" He rose his voice for a split second before clicking his tongue. Releasing your body the dragon tamer turned slightly so his profile faced yours and stared down into your eyes with an unwavering gaze.

"Everything you do is...is incredible. You sacrifice a lot of your time to research and study pokemon both ancient and alive. You're basically some pokemon whisperer because I have never seen or met anyone who can tame feral - legendary - pokemon. You've found things that have cured illnesses; genetic coding that restores fossils. Come on, not to mention you were the Champion of the Kanto region's Pokémon League for years when you were just a kid until you basically...handed it over."

You pursed your lips and shook your head with minuscule movements. "Well, I didn't deserve to hold it for so long."

His shoulders sagged slightly before he removed his tiger orange hairband from his forehead to rest against the couch.

"(Y/n), you deserved to hold it for as long as possible. Nobody, I mean nobody could beat you. And when you gave up your title and owned that gym, nobody made it past. Arceus, I can just remember all that time you spent grinding, growing your team to the strength they are at. You put everything into your work and-and you still do! So I'm tired of you always saying you don't deserve any of it when we both know you do."

The dark-skinned man clicked his tongue and waved a hand in the air. "I bet if you wanted to reclaim your title you could beat the current champion in a heartbeat, KO-ing every single one of their pokemon with just one of yours." His voice boomed within the living room and you could just tell he was upset.

His furrowed brows, the sharp angle of his teal eyes, the prominent scowl, he was irritated with you.

And you didn't understand why he felt such a manner. Without you battling, you only needed to place your focus on your work and him. The fame and glory didn't do anything for you anyway.

Gingerly reaching your hands up to his jaw you pulled him down to kiss his forehead to free it of its furrow before placing another on his succulent lips.

He responded back eagerly, reaching down to your hips and pulling your body against his until he pulled back swiftly much to your displeasure.

"You always kiss me to distract me but this is something we need to discuss." He stated.

You recoiled from his words and shook your head. "We have nothing to discuss. Shouldn't we just-" Your Rotom Phone's ringtone went off which quickly caught your attention.

"I need to get that." You didn't even wait for his response as you stood to your feet and ambled over to the tv stand where your phone lay resting.

Disconnecting the cords you glanced down at the number before answering it urgently. "Hello? Dr. Ingar? Is something the matter?"

"No, you make it sound like something is wrong however it's quite the contrary! I've just had a breakthrough in the bones and I believe we can trace the origins of another legendary pokemon that would rattle the medical field for years."

Your lips morphed into a massive grin as you exited the living room and entered the bedroom for more privacy.

"That's amazing! I was sure it would at least require a few months!"

The doctor hummed on the line and you could almost envision the middle-aged man nodding his head. "I did too but really all I needed was my equipment and interns and we managed to figure it out so quickly! That means hopefully we can leave on another expedition in a little less than a month and we'll be in a much more rural area for far longer than our last one."

Your smile immediately fell from your lips like an angel plunging from heaven. "S-So soon?" You stuttered your question as you silently closed the door. "I thought you said I could be home for half a year? For Christmas, New Year, and-and Raihan's birthday."

Ingar replied with a yes before clearing his throat. "Of course, I thought it would too but this is an extraordinary discovery that we must make haste as soon as possible."

You stood unmoving for a moment, your myriads of thoughts rushing through your head. You could only hear your heartbeat in your ear until a knock at the door brought you back to earth.

Jumping in your spot, you swallowed thickly and coughed. "Alright, I understand, thank you!" And ended the call as soon as possible.

The door opened and you spun on the balls of your feet to face the man who peeked in with a worried expression.

"(Y/n), are you okay?"

Nodding your head you subconsciously hid your phone behind your back. "Yeah! Yeah, my forensic anthropologist was just calling to let me know about some breakthrough he had with the bones we discovered."

"Well, that's good." He murmured before entering the room. Striding closer he immediately grasped under your thighs and heaved you in the air, your legs wrapped around his waist on instinct.

"Raihan I'm heavy!" You screeched but he merely laughed and kissed your lips. Immediately melting into his kiss, your arms wrapped around the back of his neck as you deepened it.

Your tongues intertwined with each other, tasting the breakfast from earlier. The hunger your stomach once felt before had returned and you desired to eat him up.

With lungs burning, aching for air the two of you pulled away and rested your foreheads against each other.

Your ragged breathing filled the room before it was interrupted by a slight giggle from the giant man.

"Don't kiss me so intimately. You don't even understand how pent up I've been." He grunted, his fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs.

Displaying a lopsided grin and moving your hands to grasp his jaw, you placed a tender smooch on his succulent lips.

"I know, my thighs and throat still ache from earlier." Your (e/c) optics glimmered brightly with your cheeks growing in heat. "But I've really missed you..."

Without warning your back was pressed against the firm mattress so he could lay you down comfortably and let his mouth suck deep profound ringlets on your collarbone.

He stayed away from the dark markings he caused with his hairband and decorated more of your collarbone than anything.

You hummed audibly, playing with his hair in the protective style that was silkier than any other thing you've ever felt.

"You need to stop seducing me, we've got all the time in the world now that you're back." He expressed in a breathless tone against your neck whilst his hands snaked under the t-shirt he gave you to wear.

A heavy sensation of guilt swirled within your tummy. You knew you had to inform him that plans had changed, that you would be leaving so soon for much longer.

But you didn't want to ruin the moment.

"Yeah, but even so love me like you never have before." Your fingers tugged the bottom of his shirt and he quickly discarded it as if burned to have it on any longer.

His well-formed muscles flexed from his movement, clearly due to his intense training and exercise.

He hovered back over you and caressed your warm tummy with his calloused fingers. Shivers erupted down your spine, butterflies fluttering under the skin with your heartbeat dropping to your cl*t.

"You're basically asking me to hurt you, (Y/n)." He breathed, his head cocking to the side as he examined your appearance that he was so utterly in love with.

You couldn't fight the grin that displayed across your face and threw your phone somewhere on the mattress. "Maybe I am."

Raihan hummed, shaking his head before leaning down and kissing your lips with slow intimate movements.

"You did so well earlier that right now I'm taking my time with you." His voice was quiet in the bedroom but held the intensity of bellowing it out for the world to hear.

A hand reached down to your bare thighs and squeezed, the pads of his rough fingertips digging into the plush flesh.

Your fingers played with his onyx-hued locks, lightly tugging his hair out of the rubber bands so it was loose before entangling your fingers in them.

They were long, reaching down and just barely grazing past his jaw. Even with the undercut, his hair was still so thick.

He pushed himself against you, desiring to feel your warmth and to feel your body against his.

A hand left your thigh only to creep up to your stomach and snake underneath the clothing item. He caressed your bare skin, dragging his calloused fingertips along your sensitive tummy.

The man was touched starved, deprived of any sort of contact for far too long. The sensation of touching your own skin drove him to a pang of hunger he never knew he had.

He thought he quenched such a thing earlier in the morning on the couch but he was so in love with you that he desired to be connected with you intimately again and again till he couldn't even breathe.

You were the reason he woke up in the morning and made every day productive so he could rest at night and dream of being in your arms.

Now that all those days he waited in anguish were over and you were here, he didn't understand how he even managed to keep himself sane.

Hesitantly he pulled away from your lips to reach for his t-shirt you were wearing and yanked it over your head with your help.

And with skilled hands, your bra was next to be removed so your torso was completely bare for his eyes to see again.

His gaze ignited flames beneath your skin that ached to be touched in any manner he could provide. Whether it is his big hands to caress your limbs, appreciating it like you were a goddess he desired to worship.

Or his lips, kissing every inch until nothing was left untouched. You had been gone for so long, his marking had since then vanished and he didn't like that one bit.

Perky nipples hardened under his gaze and he swallowed thickly. Ah, words couldn't explain how much he enjoyed toying with them, watching you bite your lip and feeling your hands tighten their hold on his body.

He reached towards your bruised neck, lightly kissing the mark he made with his hairband before trailing them down your body.

You shivered from the anticipation and swallowed the saliva that pooled in your mouth. Oh, how you've missed those lips on your body.

Eventually, those lingering smooches turned to him sucking, lightly nibbling, and teasing you with his fangs pressing into your skin that threatened to draw blood.

The stinging pain hurt just as much as it felt immeasurable. His name left your lips breathlessly, like a sweet hymn to bless him.

His tender intimate sucking and kissing gradually lowered to the valley of your breast. Those large hands of his left your body only to grasp your mounds.

"I-I forgot how big your hands were." You mumbled with your heartbeat becoming more prominent in your cl*t.

He grasped them firmly, pressing his fingers into the soft flesh before glancing up to grin coyly at you. You watched as his long tongue stuck out from his mouth and circled around one of your nipples.

The heat of his extremity drove your hips to angle upwards, your crotch pressing against his to feel his prominent bulge.

Closing his mouth over the aching bud, his teeth grazed against it while he massaged and molded your other breast in his hand.

Your lips parted with a breathless hum reverberating out in the room. The butterflies in your tummy returned to flutter and spread through your nerves, only fueling your s*xual desires.

Raihan hummed around it before kissing your nipple softly, almost as if he didn't want to leave it alone but had to.

No words were spoken as he removed his hands from your chest only to graze them lightly down your stomach to the hem of your shorts.

He pulled them down with a bit of your assistance so you could be fully bare, vulnerable in a way but you had never been so comfortable with someone as you had been with Raihan.

The giant grasped your inner thighs, pressing lightly into the bites he made earlier so he could open your legs to him.

Your breathing was already labored with your chest rising and falling rapidly. You watched his expression morph to one of utter delight as if he was amazed by the sight in between your legs.

No matter how many times he has seen your most intimately hidden area, he was astonished that he was even gifted the right to be there.

It was embarrassing to have him stare for so long and as if getting the hint, he grinned cheekily before removing one of his hands to pull down his sweats and boxers.

Such a long thick c*ck, heavy and hard with surging blood flow. Pretty shiny tip leaking the slightest bit of pre-c*m.

And it was all yours, any time you wanted it.

Grasping close to the head he pressed it at your entrance, prodding teasingly before resting it just the slightest bit inside.

His hands migrated to intimately hold onto your waist, his face inching down to your tummy where he placed wet kisses along it.

All the while he enters himself inside, he hears the ragged gasp of amazement and contentment leave your lips.

Even though he had already been buried deep in your body hours ago, you had to relax and grow comfortable with his girth.

He was caring, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as one hand stroked your hair in a manner to distract you.

More intimate and tender than before when he was just raw f*cking, he wanted this moment to be more endearing.

And when you finally adjusted he asked what you wanted him to do. Did you want him to move? Or just stay buried inside and allow your wet smoldering walls to c*ckwarm him?

He already knew the answer but he liked the confirmation.

Softly he heard the words he wanted and kissed your forehead in understanding. He drove his hips backward, feeling the tightness grow with every inch that he pulled out until only the tip resided.

The emptiness was undesirable but thankfully the lovely dark-skinned man rolled his muscular hips back towards you and plunged himself so deep inside.

It was the start of his mindboggling thrust, the sensual rolling within and jutting of his hips.

He didn't just pound in to reach his high, he started slow and grazed against spots that had you squirm beneath him. His pace only grew when you begged for more, pleaded for him to go harder.

He did exactly as he was told, increasing his speed but stroking inside so deeply. There was nothing the two of you wanted more than just being closer.

But there wasn't any closer the two of you could get with your legs clutching onto his hips tightly, your chest pressing against his.

You could hear his breathing become ragged close to your ear with your face resting against his toned chest.

The cool room that once rivaled a frozen tundra had now risen in temperature close to that of a sauna. Even with the lack of clothing the close proximity of your bodies was as if sitting by a fireplace.

Nothing else filled your head but the man that drove himself deep inside and skimmed against every sensitive spot in you.

He made you barely able to speak, quivering from his powerful strokes that sent jolts of delight all through your body.

Raihan was nothing but attentive as he praised you highly in your ear. Everything you made him feel, he made sure you knew it.

This time he strayed from the degrading nicknames and settled for sweet praises that informed you of good you were doing.

He worshiped you highly, even thanking you for picking him, choosing him to be the one you opened yourself up to.

The saliva in your mouth felt thick as you could barely remember to swallow it. A stupid lascivious expression covered your face, already overwhelmed by the girthy c*ck inside that brought you closer and closer to an org*sm.

Another org*sm that would definitely be followed by multiple until the both of you couldn't even move.

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His ear rested on your stomach with his arms wrapped around your back. You watched the movie on the screen in your bedroom, running your nails along his scalp as he rested on your tummy.

It was close to six pm and you still had yet to eat dinner however both of you were already exhausted, for obvious reasons.

Your eyelids felt heavy, drooping from the fatigue. Words couldn't describe how comfortable you were in that chilled room.

With the man you adored resting on your body and your legs against his bare waist, a thick comforter was over your bodies due to the a/c.

Yawning out you attempted to be silent but you could feel the man shifting. He hummed, his eyes still remaining close to shield his teal optics however he leisurely placed a kiss on your clothed stomach.

"Should we call in some take-out?" He quired with a groggy voice.

"Sure." You replied and began massaging his scalp. He groaned out in relief and wrapped his arms tighter around your body.

"I love you so much." He whispered. "I don't know what I did to get someone like you."

You bit your lip and remained silent, massaging his scalp and toying with his soft locks that he didn't tie up. Even though he spoke of ordering food not one of you moved to grasp your cellular device.

Remaining in a place that was far too comfortable to leave, you two continued to lay in silence before the dark-skinned man broke the stillness first.

"(Y/n), I have a question and you don't have to answer it if you don't want to. I just want you to hear me out. Okay?"

His words had broken through your exhaustion and immediately you could feel yourself tensing. Anxiety flooded your brain with you instinctively feeling every pumping push of your blood through your veins.

"O-Okay."

The giant let one of his hands reach under his dragon sweatshirt you were wearing and rested his open palm on your warm tummy.

"Have you...have you ever thought about having children, like together?"

Your eyes enlarged for a moment, completely unprepared for what he had just asked.

"Well, I have." He replied and inhaled a deep breath, his fingers grazing over your abdomen where your womb rested beneath. "I've thought about it, a lot... Me and you, we're family already but I'd like to grow it. I'd like for you to be home more, to watch your tummy swell with our child."

You ground your teeth together in an attempt to hold back a sob. There was an abundance of emotions swirling inside of you, all pelting you with anxiety.

"A child... a child is a commitment to each other. We'll always be connected to one another, even if something goes wrong and we break up. And what about my career? It'll stop me from traveling and it won't be safe to go out and search anymore."

Raihan's fingers came to a halt on your stomach before he abruptly pulled it away. "We're not going to. I'm never going to leave. How many times do I have to tell you that you're the love of my life and always will be?" He snapped before raising his head to look into your eyes. "And with your career, you can keep doing it. We don't need to have one now, maybe someday in the future."

You looked away but he gripped your jaw and forced your gaze to remain on his. He wasn't portraying his usual vibrant smile, rather he appeared vexed.

"You can't tell the future, Raihan." You replied which promoted his fingers to tighten on your jaw but he would never hurt you in a forceful manner. "People change and there's nothing saying we'll be together forever. We're only in the moment."

His breath became stuck in his throat.

"I may not be able to but I do know how I feel. It's never going to change, it's never going away. I know I can tell you that I love you and it's just words but I thought that my actions were proof enough." He released your body and sat up before standing to his feet.

His back faced you, his muscles flexing as he stared ahead. "You know what, forget about everything I just said. It was stupid anyway."

"Raihan-" You called but he shook his head and reached for his Rotom Phone on the dresser.

"Don't worry about it, (Y/n). It doesn't matter. I'm just gonna call some take-out, you can stay here." He stated in a much more indifferent tone of voice that drove your stomach to sink.

Before you even had a chance to reply he had left the bedroom and now that you were alone the chilliness of the room made its way to your bones.

It was cold, so cold it hurt.

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Your gaze remained on your plate while you swallowed slowly. It was silent between the two of you, the only sound echoing in the dining room was his chewing.

Gingerly glancing up at the dark-skinned man who focused on his dish, his chopsticks held tightly between his fingers.

"Raihan." You called timidly.

"Hmm." He hummed but his gaze remained on his food.

The hunger you once felt no longer resided in your stomach. With every bite, you began to detest the taste even more until eventually you couldn't even stand the morsel any longer.

Setting down your chopsticks your hands unconsciously fiddled with the promise ring on your right middle finger.

"Are you still mad at me?"

"Not at all." He replied after a second of stillness. "I was just being selfish so don't worry about it anymore. I'm sorry."

His face definitely contradicted his words. The giant usually always maintained that devilish smile on his lips that matched the mischievousness in his teal eyes.

Now he appeared insensible, with not a twitch or clue of how he was feeling.

He reached for his phone and began scrolling, something the social media-obsessed male never did when the two of you were eating.

Even the aroma of your food was beginning to make your stomach churn and throat clench.

"Raihan, it's not your fault at all. It's mine, I just..." You sighed heavily and swept your tongue over your bottom lip. "I'm not ready. I don't know if...I'll ever be ready. I know you want children, a bigger family but I don't know if I can give that to you."

You could feel your bottom lip quiver, the inner corner of your eyes stinging. "I'm...I'm happy with just you but if I can't give you what you want then-" Your words came to a stop when the man pushed himself up from his chair and ambled his way over to you.

He leaned down from his imposing height to kiss your forehead before caressing your cheek in his large warm hands.

"What I want is you. Forever and always, so let's stop talking about this." He whispered before giving your face a light pat. "I'll do the dishes, and you go take a soothing shower in the meantime."

Raihan didn't wait for a response from you and picked up the dishes to bring into the kitchen. You sat still, unwavering guilt setting in your stomach that made it hard to move.

The sound of rushing water from the sink echoed within the home, dishes clanking against each other, and silverware hitting the metal tub.

With heavy movements, you stood to your feet and trekked towards the bedroom to grab your things before entering the bathroom.

You took your time washing your body, your hair protected from the water since you already cleaned it earlier that day.

For a while, you merely sat on the floor of the tub and replayed the day over and over again in your head.

It was the first full day back home in six months and it was more emotional than you ever thought it would be.

And you still had yet to inform your boyfriend of the change in your next expedition date. That would just kill Raihan even more.

Turning off the water and drying your body with a towel you didn't even want to think about it any longer.

You only dressed in your bottom undergarments and Raihan's t-shirt. When you entered the bedroom the giant was sitting on his side of the bed, leaning over with his back to you and his shoulders slumping.

"Hey, I'm done." You stated and observed the way his refined back muscles tensed before relaxing.

"Okay, I'll shower now." He replied, maintaining his back to you as he opened his dresser and placed something inside.

You raised an eyebrow but remained silent. Raihan didn't say much after that whilst he reached for a towel and a change of clothes.

When he neared your frame he leaned down to kiss your forehead and left just as quick as you entered.

Sighing audibly you flicked off the light and fell onto the mattress. Chilled air coursed through the bedroom, goosebumps arising all over your skin which prompted you to hide under the thick comforter.

You stared at the gloaming ceiling, listening to the muffled bluster of the shower and brooding over the same thoughts.

A headache was forming, acting as if a bat was being bashed against your cranium again and again. Pulling the blanket over your head you curled into a fetal position and held your arms close to your chest.

You don't know how long you laid restless but the feeling of the bed dipping acquired your attention.

"Raihan?" You whispered but the man hushed you.

"Shhh, go to sleep. I know you're tired." He expressed quietly and reached for your body so he could hold you firmly.

Your back rested against his bare chest, one of his arms hiding under the pillow with another wrapped around your midsection.

He was warm, so warm that you could already feel sleep taking over your limbs. You yawned, snuggling closer against him as the two of you relaxed.

"I know we don't talk about your past but I just want to remind you that it's different now, (Y/n). You deserve every single thing that you have, that you've gained. And I'm not here using you just for your time or your name, giving you flattering comments to keep you by my side."

Raihan kissed your ear softly while caressing your waist over your shirt.

"I really do love you, I love you with everything I have. I'd give up my life just so you could be happy forever. So everything I do is for you, baby. Everything, so please open your heart to see it."

You know what he said was truthful and from his heart but things take time to heal, your commitment issues were far too prominent in your life to get over so quickly.

However, there was no one that would wait till the end of time as Raihan would.

"Raihan." You whispered in that silent bedroom that only rung with the hum of the a/c.

"Yes?" He quired and hugged you closer to his body.

You could hear him breathing faintly, exhausted too and ready for sweet sleep to take him into its arms. "Thank you."

"You don't even need to thank me. All I want is for you to be happy, forever and always."

...

"I love you, Raihan."

"I love you too, (Y/n)."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

Three weeks had passed in a blur, faster than you would have liked. Raihan had done everything he could to make up for the six months you've been gone.

Whether it be feeding you home-cooked meals every morning or massaging any part of your body that needed the pressure of his big firm hands.

The dragon tamer was there any moment you needed him but also provided you with space and private time so he didn't smother you too much.

However, there were times that he couldn't control himself like a beast and devoured - ravished - you like the starving animal he was.

To say you were beginning to become exhausted as if you were out in the jungle was an understatement. You had always thought your stamina was decent for having to travel for so long and carry such heavy equipment.

But Raihan had shown you how much you were really lacking.

"P-Please! No more! I-I can't - ahhh~!~"

His teal eyes glowed devilishly as they flickered up to meet your weary gaze. Tightening his hold on your plush thighs, he let his tongue glide up your slit to clean your pulsating c*nt free of his c*m.

It still oozed out of you, dripping onto the dining room table and pooling into a puddle. His mouth widened the slightest so he could press his tongue within your hole and devour what remained inside.

Your breath became caught in your throat, only a weak wheeze echoing out. It wasn't until the man pulled away could you respire again.

"Don't say such cute things." He breathed and placed a slobbering wet kiss on your abused cl*t. "We're going to miss our reservation if you tempt me more."

You swallowed thickly before throwing your head forehead, a glare evident in your glimmering (e/c) optics while you slammed your thighs against his head aggressively.

"Maybe if you controlled yourself for once we'd be able to take our time!" You snapped.

He laughed aloud, the vibrations tickling the bundle of your nerves that had your whole body shiver.

"It was also your fault for wearing that dress. You know it always gets caught between your a**-" His words came to a halt when you squeezed your legs even tighter to suffocate him.

"F*cking horn dog! You always act as if you're going to die if you don't get your d*ck wet!"

Raihan grunted before using his brute strength to pull away, gasping for air with your mixed liquids of pleasure dripping from his succulent lips.

He swept his long tongue over his mouth, staring straight into your eyes so he could observe the way your gaze wavered.

"I can't help it. You're so f*cking pretty I really can't help it if I want to just hear the woman I love moan for me." He expressed with a coarse tone that was more suggestive than anything.

Your tummy that had already been overstimulated from before had once again tingled from his words.

Clicking your tongue and turning your head away you attempted to sit up but the ache in your lower body had yet to numb over.

You sigh in defeat and rested your back on the table, allowing for Raihan to raise your left leg so he could kiss your ankle before trailing them all the way until he reached your c*nt.

He provided his favorite meal with one final kiss as a message of remembrance. That once the plans for the night had finished your dress would once again be hiked to your waist and he would be drowning deep inside of you.

"R-Raihan." You warned and he nodded his head.

"I know, I'm done for now. I'll be your personal chauffeur for the rest of the night to make up for it." His eyes were shut but that wicked grin of his divulged his perverted thoughts.

Carefully he placed down your leg and released your body before stepping back and wiping his face and semi-hard c*ck with a rag.

His black slacks hung down by his knees along with his boxers only for a moment longer until he rose them to cover himself and buckle his belt.

Your legs remained open so he could gingerly caress your c*nt to clean it of any saliva and c*m. Now clean you reached for your undergarment but the giant grasped it first.

He hung it limply in front of your face, teasing you with the sight of the drenched fabric before stuffing it into the inside pocket of his suit coat.

"You're just asking to be hit, Raihan." You threatened.

The dragon tamer merely grinned before fixing your dress and picking you up in a bridal hold.

"Alright, Doll. Let's go make it to dinner before Leon and Sonia kill us for being late."

"It was your fault, horn dog! Your vigor is that of a teenage boy!"

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

Your hips ached as you sat in the chair, the strain from earlier still yet to be a benumbed sensation. That stupid boyfriend of yours acted as a dense loyal dog who provided soothing rubs on your back and light massages on your thigh.

Galar's former champion Leon and Professor Sonia were not ignorant or slow-witted. They knew the both of you for years, more Raihan than you but still.

Considering the fact that you had only been home for close to a month after being completely unreachable for a half year, they were surprised you still had enough energy to even attend the friendly dinner.

You might as well be a princess with an obsessive dragon that wouldn't let you out of his sight for even a moment.

"So..."

Leon's voice obtained your attention, your irritated expression falling and displaying one of curiosity to the eggplant purple-haired male who sat across from you.

"How's it been being at home? Surviving with your needy boyfriend?" He quired.

You sighed and slapped the back of your hand over the dragon tamer's chest. "What do you think?"

The table erupted in light laughter that was drowned out by the sweet live piano music on the stage.

Once it died down your attention turned to the dinner plates that were placed at your table. Everything was made perfectly, the restaurant paid special attention to everything they provided for you all since everyone at the table was someone of importance.

The conversation continued lively as the four of you enjoyed the expensive meal and indulged in the liquor and wine.

You knew your tolerance was mildly low so the ones who drank the most were the two males. Considering that Leon was 6'0 (182 cm) and Raihan was 6'8 (203 cm), they could drink and drink without being too affected by the alcohol.

The only one who hadn't touched any of the intoxicants was Sonia who mindlessly sipped from her lemonade glass.

"Not feeling it tonight?" You asked the peach-haired female.

She glanced upwards from her plate before displaying a vibrant smile. "No, I haven't been for a while." She replied which gained Leon's attention.

He cocked his head to the side before inclining toward yours and Raihan's direction. "Are you sure?" The professor pressed which prompted the former champion to nod his head.

"We have something to tell you that we haven't told anyone else yet." Sonia started which immediately gained all of your attention.

The two grasped a hand together over the table and gave each other a reassuring look before turning to face you and Raihan.

"We're pregnant."

Your (e/c) eyes widened, shocked for a moment before you displayed a lively smile. "Congratulations you two!" You announced and raised your wine glass.

Sonia and Leon smiled back just as brightly, their face flushed with a ruddiness that blossomed like roses.

"I'm so happy for you guys," Raihan stated while bringing the mug to his lips. You turned to face him and observed his expression.

He appeared happy, his lips portraying a proud smile and his cheekbones raised. However, there was this glint in those pretty teal eyes that disappeared as fast as it appeared.

Feeling your eyes on his he turned to face and leaned down so he could kiss your cheek. One of his large hands reached over to grasp your thigh through the skirt and squeeze.

"It's okay, I'm okay. Remember we already talked about it. I just want you." He whispered so the two across from you couldn't hear.

Even though he said those words you still couldn't help but feel guilty. Raihan's greatest rival and closest friends were living his dream - growing their family.

And what was stopping him from it was you.

God(s), your head hurt. Tightening your hold on the wine glass you brought it back to your lips to drown in its heavy intoxication.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

Inhaling a breath of chilly air, you walked along the shore while holding on to Raihan's hand tightly. He held on firmly and remained silent, enjoying the peaceful sereness of the ocean.

No words were exchanged as the two of you trekked across the beach in silence save for the crashing waves that sang their own song of the night.

The wind rushed against your frame, caressing your skin to arise visible goosebumps.

"Cold?" Raihan observed.

"A little." You replied which prompted the giant to shimmy out of his suit jacket and place it over your shoulders.

It was warm and smelt of him. You couldn't describe the fragrance, just that it smelt...masculine. For some odd reason, it was refreshing but also comforting.

Maybe you should just steal his cologne.

Raihan suddenly ceased his slow strides so he came to a halt. His body turned to face you, one of his hands reaching to your face to caress your warm cheek.

"You look so pretty under the moonlight." He praised.

The heat rushed across your body, stunning you for a moment until you clicked your tongue and turned your gaze away from his.

"Shut up before you try and f*ck me on the beach." You stated harshly, but the giant simply hummed and stepped closer to you.

He wrapped his arms around your body, hands reaching to your bottom so he could grasp your cheeks tightly. "Beach s*x sounds rather appealing right now. Seeing your amazingly breathtaking body glimmering with sweat under the shining moon."

"Stop!" You hissed and pressed your hands against his face. "Your d*ck better not be getting hard already!"

"Too late!" He mused, his smile displaying his sharp fangs. Ah, those fangs that he would drag across your skin, threatening to draw blood until it did.

The way it always stimulated your skin aroused you greatly and just remembering how he would graze it across your cl*t had it thump for a moment or two with your heartbeat.

You sulked, mentally preparing yourself for the ache, the strain in your limbs from his muscular body. But you would be lying if you said you weren't interested in s*x on the beach.

The dragon tamer laughed aloud at your face and shook his head. "We can save that for next time, pretty girl. For now, let's just enjoy this." He stated and released your body so he could step back.

He reached for his Rotom Phone in his back pocket and turned it on. "Can you face the moon, I want to take a picture to post."

You narrowed your (e/c) eyes. "You know I hate my picture being taken."

"I know, which is why I told you to face the other way."

Puckering your lips from his words, you huffed but diligently turned around and faced the rising shore and shining moon.

You could see the outline of his flash on the water and hear the shutter of his phone. Waiting a moment, you remained still before circling around.

However, you didn't expect to find Raihan on one knee. A velvet black box opened to reveal a diamond ring that must have been worth thousands of dollars.

"(Y/n)-" He started, and you could feel your throat tightening.

"When I first met you I remember I couldn't even breathe. You took my breath away with that dazzling smile and when you looked at me - even though it was only for a moment - I felt as if I was given a new meaning."

The inner corners of your eyes stung, blurring over and distorting his kneeling figure.

"You had such thick walls built around you that I couldn't even get close. I can't even count the number of times you hit me for trying to flirt with you or the number of times you rejected me." He appeared to be reminiscing in the memory before returning his gaze to yours. "You didn't let that mask down for anyone at all until one day you were the one seeking me out to train. I wanted to show off but you literally annihilated me without even breaking a sweat!"

He let out a loud boisterous laughter that echoed out and sang with the wind.

"I fell in love with you right then and there. I knew it wouldn't be easy but I was willing to try no matter how hard it was to get you to see that. All I wanted to do was make you happy and stay by your side."

Raihan reached for your left hand and held it tightly, squeezing it and you could feel him trembling with nervousness.

"I am in love with you, only you and forever it will only be you. Nobody else is ever going to fill my heart. I ask you to marry me because I only want to ever be with you. I like calling you my girlfriend but I would like it even more if I could call you my wife."

"(Y/n)." He called and you watched him swallow thickly. "I ask that you accept this ring. I ask that you take my last name. I ask that you accept me into your heart because this is not just a fleeting romance. This is love that'll last for years to come."

"You have me, until every last star in the galaxy dies. So will you marry me?"

The palpations of your heart were irregular, beating far too fast to be sufficient. Blood rushed through your entire body and you could feel each individual pulse of it through your veins.

You loved him. You loved him with all of your heart, with everything you could offer. Nobody had ever broken down your walls. Nobody was as patient as he had been.

"Raihan..."

He made you feel as if you were the prettiest woman in the world. That he only had eyes for you and only you.

"I-"

His lips kissed you so desperately and so eagerly. Like you were the air he so urgently needed to breathe. Like you were the only thing that could keep him alive.

"-I'm going to say-"

You really do love him. Everything about him made you happy. You loved coming home to him, you loved waking up to his face in the morning. You loved hearing his stupidly sweet compliments and flattery.

Move your lips and accept his proposal. You know you want him forever, you know he's the only man for you.

So say yes

Tell him yes

Answer with a yes

Whisper it

Yell it

Sing it

You know you want to. You can feel the word stuck in your throat, clawing its way to get out. It's begging, pleading, praying to ring out and join the two of you forever.

YES - YES - YES

'I LOVE YOU RAIHAN! I LOVE YOU WITH EVERY FIBER IN MY BODY! I CAN'T BREATHE WITHOUT YOU! I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT YOU. I WANT TO BE WITH YOU FOREVER!'

"No..."

You choked back a sob and ripped your hand out of his grasp. The tears fell from your eyes and cascaded down your burning face.

There had to have been string tightening around your heart, squeezing it with a desire to make it burst. Someone must have been pressing down on your lungs with the intent to deprive you of any air.

It hurt.

It hurt like nothing you have ever experienced and no words could describe it. Not even the best poet could recite the lines of tragedy that struck you that night.

"I'm sorry. I can't marry you." It burned to even say those blasted words. "I love you, Raihan. But I'm not ready for the commitment. A-And just like children...I don't know if I ever will."

Your nose stung from your overwhelming emotions. There was barely even any strength left in your limbs to stand on that beach.

The absolutely devasted expression on his face had drained you even more. You were not the only one crying, you weren't the only one suffering in despair.

His own glimmering teal eyes that glowed like their own light source were dull, blurry with tears that rushed down his brown skin.

"(Y-(Y/n)-" He could barely even say your name, it was so strained and weak that the crashing waves on the shore numbed it out.

You swallowed down a painful cry and shuffled off his jacket so you could hold it in your hands. "You d-deserve someone who is not afraid to give you everything you want. I-I am the one that is terrified, scared that this love won't last forever. That you'll leave me one day because I wasn't enough."

Make-up must have been smudging across your face but you didn't care. Gingerly placing his coat over his shoulders you could feel him flinch and suck in a heavy breath.

"I don't deserve you, Raihan." His head shot up to face yours. "I kept it a secret but plans changed. I'm to leave in a day for my next expedition. I won't be home for at least a little over a year."

"What?" It was so broken, strained as it left his lips.

You felt as if you were going to throw up. Your stomach churned painfully and your throat clenched.

"I-It's a secluded island, no contact to the outside world. It's a dangerous place but...but I need to go."

Removing the promise ring he gave you on your first anniversary, you placed it in the ring case and closed it with a click.

"This is why you deserve better than me."

Raihan remained still with the same bewildered expression on his face. He would have looked stunned if it were not for his quivering bottom lip.

Sniffling you bit your lip and snapped your eyes shut. Your body wanted to curl into a fetal position and just die.

It hurt so bad but you knew it was coming. Your career meant everything to you, the benefits it would do for the world would be extraordinary.

But sacrifices must be made.

"I... I need to pack."

Raihan finally moved from his statue-like form and blinked heavily. He cleared his throat before inhaling deeply and nodding his head.

"I'm staying here." He could only whisper before leaning back so he was sitting on his bottom in the sand.

His head remained down, his silky onyx hair shielding his face like a curtain. You may not have been able to see his face but you just knew he was devastated.

And it was your fault. Everything was and always will be your fault...

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

"Are you ready?"

Voices, people bustled past your frame as you stood by the check-in line. Their words were muffled and incoherent as you mindlessly turned to face Sonia.

Your grip on your duffle bag grew tighter before you nodded your head. Galar's former champion and the professor sighed.

You felt heavy, even senseless in the airport. Those clothes you wore did nothing to protect you from the goosebumps that started to arise all over your skin.

Sleep had not come to you last night and neither did Raihan. He remained out, possibly staying at that beach while you waited for him at his home.

It was selfish of you but you wanted to see him one last time in person. You had been with him for years but only spent a quarter of it with him since you were always on an excursion.

He didn't deserve that, he deserved better. Someone that could give him all their time.

"Be safe," Leon announced to regain your attention.

You nodded your head and inhaled a profound breath. "I'll try."

Sonia shook her head before reaching out to you and holding you in a tight hold against her body.

"It sucks that you're going to miss our baby's birth but I'll be sending you pictures of my tummy even though I know you won't be able to see it for a while." She murmured into your ear before pulling away, her hands still grasping your shoulders. "But once your time finishes I expect an immediate call to catch up."

Her words managed to bring a smile to your lips as you slowly nodded your head. She gave your shoulders a tight squeeze before releasing her hold and stepping back.

Leon stepped forward next and plopped his hand on your head, patting it roughly which prompted you to roll your eyes.

Half-heartedly you grasped his hand and removed it from your head so the two of you could perform an old handshake.

"Stay safe, shortie." He mused before stepping back to rest a hand on Sonia's back.

"No promises." You replied.

A prominently loud voice articulated through the loudspeakers, calling to everyone with the same plane number as you to start boarding.

Giving your friends one last look, you waved a hand goodbye, and just as you were about to take a step forward something in your gut stopped you.

You froze in your spot to glance at your friends but instead, a lean body collided with you and pulled you close to them.

Raihan's cologne infiltrated your nose and the simple fragrance was enough to quell the ache in your stomach.

His towering form held you tightly to his body before his hands reached down to your thighs and heave you upwards.

Your hands flew behind his neck to hold on and not a second was wasted as your lips sought each other out like magnets.

For once you didn't care what others were thinking or judging as you kissed the man you loved desperately.

You wanted to remember how he tasted on your tongue, how he smelled so f*cken manly and fresh. How his silky hair never once knotted when you ran your hands through, how the warmth of his body ignited flames beneath your skin.

His tongue intertwined with yours, so forceful before he dragged those fangs you loved so much over your bottom lip.

A shiver ran down your spine, the goosebumps returning.

Throwing your head back you gasped a breath in and brought your wrist to your lips, swiping off the saliva that began to trickle down your chin.

"I-I thought you weren't coming." You breathed.

The dragon tamer set you down carefully on your feet and shook his head. "I wouldn't dare let you leave without giving me one last kiss."

Your heart swelled from his words. That weight that situated itself on your stomach had lightened the slightest.

"(Y/n)-" You perked up from hearing your name and watched as the giant man reached for your dominant hand to place something cool within your palm.

Glancing down and extending your hand you saw that it was your engagement ring and promise ring attached to a golden necklace.

"Raihan what is-" He stopped you from speaking by merely shaking his head.

"These are yours, they belong to you." The dragon tamer stated and pointed a hand to them. "Wear it around your neck and keep it close to you."

He leaned down so he could grasp your hand and hold them close together. "I'll wait for you, for as long as you need. Take your time."

His voice was strained as if he was holding in a cry.

"But the final decision is yours. When you come home, either keep it around your neck and I'll know that it really is over. Or wear it on your finger to let me know that we're still trying."

Those wonderfully teal eyes of his shined so brightly like the stars before glossing over with tears. "Can you do that for me?" He asked softly, voice cracking.

You stared at your clasped hands before nodding your head weakly. "I will."

Despite his sorrow, he nevertheless presented you with one of his lively smiles that you were going to miss so much.

"I love you, Raihan. I've never been so sure that I love someone like I love you."

He leaned down from his imposing height and placed a lingering kiss on your forehead.

"I will never give up on you. I will always love you, regardless of your choice."

The intercom came on one more time, calling out your name to say the plane would be taking off soon.

You glanced down the hall before turning to face the giant one more time.

"Forever and always?" He asked and raised one of his pinkies.

The best you could muster was a pathetic smile as you rose your pinky to curl around his. "Forever and always."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

Happy or Sad, you can choose if they'll be together.

But personally, I think they love each too much to stay away.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

𝐌𝐚𝐦𝐚 signing out

[microwave-core]

(CONTROVERSIAL OPINION) hear me out pls, ai sada headcanons. she needs more love than the real one, and i will die with this.

I understand, anon. TBH AI Sada, unfortunately, is better than real Sada in canon, because I'm not there to fix her. Anyways, let me think of some things to say.

(obligatory L Sada)

Setting up a scenario here is a bit odd. Realistically, if AI Sada were to be in love with someone, it would probably be someone Sada herself was in love with, since the AI has all of her memories and feelings. Which feels a little weird. Imagine you have a lover and you learn that they died in a freak accident but they also have an AI counterpart who is also in love with you. Anyways-

It's hard to think of what to say, because I think the two are pretty similar all things considered. In my mind, AI Sada is just Sada before she flew off the rails and only cared about the time machine, so many of my regular Sada headcanons could still apply. The biggest difference is that AI Sada is aware of how the real one neglected you for so long, and desperately wants to make up for that lost time.

She knows how much you care for the real Sada, and how hurt you are when she started to pull further and further away from both you and her son. Hell, maybe she even tries to push the real one to reach out at some point when she's still alive, to reconnect before your relationship collapsed completely, but it was too late at that point.

In her place, AI Sada sends little texts and messages your way. She wants to do more, she really does, but she just can't bring herself to do it. She's afraid, in a sense. She loves you so much, so very very much, but she's not really the person you love. I mean, she literally is, but you aren't aware of that. You don't know you're speaking to the AI counterpart of your lover who has since gone crazy over dinosaurs.

She tries to do the same for Arven, but he never responds to her. The occasional random text doesn't make up for the real Sada's absence. AI Sada knows this, and she doesn't blame him, but what else is she to do? What else can she do?

As much as she wants to reach out, to be with you and Arven both, to be apart of the family the real Sada so callously abandoned, she can't. Her hands are tied. When she's left alone in Area Zero, she has no choice but to fully devote herself to destroying the time machine before things get out of control. It simply has to be her top priority. If she can't be with you both, the least she can do is protect the world you live in, keep you safe.

When she finally sees Arven, when she sees him in person for the first time, she reminds him of how much Sada loved both him and you, that the real Sada cared for you two so much, but is careful to leave out her own feelings.

Now, to make things a bit fluffier, we can say she doesn't fuck off to the distance past. When things settle down, and you learn the truth of what happened to your lover, she feels more comfortable with her feelings for you. She knows that she isn't the same person you fell in love with, but she'd gladly take her place if you'd have her.

Even though she has all of Sada's memories, AI Sada feels like she's experiencing everything for the first time when she's with you. She knows what it is like to be around you, to hold you and kiss you and whisper sweet nothings, but doing so herself just feels so... different. So liberating and free. Wonderful. It would make her heart flutter if she had one. As a result, she is a bit clumsier than the real one, at least at first.

She also isn't as affectionate. It's not that she doesn't want to shower you in love and praise, or that she doesn't want to receive some in return, she's just a bit more... reserved. A bit held back. Unsure, even. This is all unfamiliar territory to her, give her time to get her bearings in order.

I'm gonna be real with you, I don't think she's the most comfortable to be around, physically speaking. She looks human, sure, but she is, in fact, made of metal. She's not the nicest to cuddle, or hug, or even kiss, but she tries. It's a little hard and strange to adjust to, but you can get used to it in time. It's charming, in a sense.

She also doesn't have human needs, just maintenance on occasion. For the sake of scenario, let's just say she's not confined to the Area Zero lab and is instead free to join in the regular world. Living with a robot is weird. Without needs of her own, she often does things just for you.

Like, as an example, she doesn't need to sleep. She's a robot, she needs to recharge, not sleep. Still, she's more than happy to lie down with you in bed at the end of the day, to keep you company. Sometimes she goes into sleep mode, but other times she stays up, combing artificial fingers through your hair so delicately, as if you'd crumble under her touch.

Cooking is something she can do, but she's not the best on account of not being able to taste anything. She enjoys it, though. She's honestly do anything for you, if nothing but to see you smile. She also likes to watch you eat, which can be a bit awkward since she just sort of stares. I guess that's how I'd describe AI Sada as a lover; Awkward, but charming.

Also, I hate to say it, but I don't think this is a robot you can outright fuck. I'm sorry robot fuckers, I really am, but I don't think Sada equipped her AI counterpart with a neo pussy. You can, however, get railed by the robot. If you want. As a little treat.

[1eoness]

Could you make a Dom!Leon x trans ftm reader NSFW fic with some fluff thrown into there?

୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ author rambling; HI i am eating pineapple rn and i never forgot this request. just to clarify and for some context, i dont have experience of writing !reader anything out of sub afab so im sorry if this is super inaccurate or inapplicable or unsatisfying and im open to criticism on this :( :) idk im so sorry aghdfhdsfhdj i really need to work on this. oh and i read some ftm smut for this so ty to those writers :> pls criticize anything off (with reason ofc). [btw i feel like this is super bad im sorry im not feeling creative rn i have writers block :((( ]

anyway 'DOM!LEON KENNEDY X TRANS FTM READER NSFW WITH SOME FLUFF THROWN IN THERE' COMING UP. i'm sorry this took so long for such short content too :(

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cw: fluffy dom!leon kennedy, trans ftm!reader (w/ bottom surgery) [i can always redo this if you don't like me mentioning top/bottom surgery]. praise, oral (reader receiving)

synopsis : re4r leon and he loves u and ur worried little face and he's gonna kiss it better (and fuck it better, maybe).

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ -♡- ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

leon loves you. he knows you're constantly worried over him being troubled over his trauma but he wants you to know, between every crevice of his clouded thoughts, that he loves you and it's the surest thing he knows. it's hard to admit but even when he loses himself, it will always, and forever be clear to him that you have his heart and there's a reason why.

you were about to get under the covers to go to sleep (after a day that felt longer than it should be.). though, you lowered your headphones to the lower end of the volume once you saw leon through the bedroom doorway.

"baby, i wanna tell you something." leon said, his quiet and soft voice only going a decibel higher as he crawls to you on your bed. he hated seeing you about to sleep with such a worried look on your handsome face.

you thought he didn't notice? even if you're his neutral-faced boy, he knows when the air around you feels more somber than usual. "do you ever feel.."

"like a plastic bag?" you quipped quickly. (i'm sorry if you don't get it)

"no, damn it." leon's mutter-reply followed with a quiet chuckle that you echoed. he likes that about you, your incessant annoying humor (but you'll never beat him in that). he sighs, and tries again. "you know, like... you're kind of.. stressed over someone else's troubles?"

to be honest, he doesn't really know how to go about it. he doesn't want you to think you're burdening him—though, you could never ever make him feel like that. leon nears you, hovering above you and adoring your face wherever his mind runs. for some reason, before you guys go to sleep he just does this. he also likes talking to you before you both go to sleep ♡.

you hum, just a little bit sleepy. "what do you meann?" you ask quaintly, and leon's heart melts at the tone of your slightly languid voice. you sounded so cute. a rather random yet soft laugh escapes before he dips down to give you a small kiss on your cheek.

"...y/n, i'll just be straight—i don't want you going to bed looking so.. upset." leon mutters softly, rubbing over the skin of your cheekbone with his thumb. maybe he shouldn't have gone into detail how heavy his mission felt. because when he was done talking, you gave him some short comfort and impulsively stood up and said that you needed to wash the dishes (and the dishwasher was literally running when you said that).

at first he thought he did something wrong and upset you, and the guilt immediately seeped in. naturally, he didn't want it to go undiscussed, that would murder him! so he went to find you ASAP. but when he went to check on you in that dim kitchen, he saw you with your back turned and trying to silence your tears. apparently, you felt so bad for him it was enough to hurt you, too. you were just too sweet—leon also felt bad. he gave you some space for a bit, though he's sorry because he really wants to be there for you and he can't afford to leave you by yourself sometimes :(

you looked a little to the side from his forward words. you didn't really know what to say in response, you were just.. tired, and also worried. leon understands this, picking up on it and showing it by giving you a reassuring, subtle smile. he wants to see you smiling, too, and he knows just how to do it. it's his favorite thing about his little boy ♡.

"..come, baby." he coos quietly as he began to take a hold on either sides of your face, knowing you don't need discussion right now. maybe loving is enough. and loving you is a way of reassuring himself, you just need to accept that :( so you be good for him and let him give you the praise you deserve (and so much more).

he kisses you on the forehead first. he loves cradling your handsome little face, placing safe pecks all over it. especially on that spot a little adjacent from under your eyes. leon hums when his lips reach your jaw, peppering it with innocent love. but will it really only go that far? "because you're the most perfect boy ever." he reasons hushedly, his left hand holding the side of your neck and caressing it gently.

oh, it's going to be one of those nights where he kisses you all over and doesn't leave you alone.. but you know better than to complain.

"y're so clingy..." you decided to joke, though you both knew you loved it. while you giggled at his antics, you can feel him smiling into the skin of your neck. he's so ready to spoil you rotten.. and you had no idea:( ♡

he moves his broad hands under your shirt, handling your being with tutelage. the fuss of the sheets make hush noise as he moves downwards, worshipping your body along the way by placing kisses over your clothed stomach. "...so?" he laughs softly against the skin of your lower inner thigh, the fluttery feeling of his lips planting a kiss on it making you shudder. he sees you, and how you turn so bashful all of a sudden.

"..tickles?" leon mumbles amusedly.

"yeah-" you mutter in response before he abruptly did it again on your stomach this time, which made you giggle. you were just too precious to him!

he holds your thighs in his hands for a minute, resting his head against your left thigh. you see the muscles on his arm flex subtly while he does so, your stomach tumbling at witnessing his strength at such a mild moment. for a minute he just gazes at you fondly, a hinting coyness hiding beneath his expression.

you were making it so tough for him. he just wants to kiss you all over . hell, he might even want to merge corporealities with you.

he doesn't speak, his eyes trailing down to your pelvic area while unnoticeably smirking to himself. you were so cute to him, so what else can he do but lift your thighs over his broad shoulders?

but he looks up at you, immediately. his fingertips are teasing at the hem of your bottom clothing, insinuating what he wants to do for you as he lightly taps at your skin. "baby, may i?" he asks with a sudden comforting tone. he'll never make you do something you don't wanna do. but like said, if you accepted, there's no promise that he's going soft on you.. but that's because he just wants you to be all nice and happy! a very innocent motive ♡

"mhm.." you hummed lowly, willingly giving him your greenlight. and has leon said he loves you?

"thank you, love.." he mutters shortly in reply before pulling your pajama bottoms just a little down. down enough for him to free your pretty shaft. he sees you blushing, covering the bottom half of your face with your sleepy hands.

and this man.. was so hard to predict!

the soft hunk of a man wants to wrap his right arm around your abdomen, pull your hips up to his face. "leon!-" you gasp abruptly with that same low voice.

"shhh, baby." leon mumbled while his left hand snaked around to cage your right thigh firmly to his shoulder. his knees dip on the comforters, pulling his boy's lower body up like he was challenged to lift a feather.

you quickly brought your hands up to take your headphones off, but leon suddenly spoke when you pried the muffs off your ears.

"keep them on." he cuts your actions off. the subtle demand of his tone says you're going to keep them on. he, somehow, reaches to turn the volume up on your headphones. you were puzzled, not knowing what he was aiming to do with such-

"a-aah!-" you yelped in utter surprise. a dribble of spit threads from his pretty lips and down onto your length..

he's hunched over as he takes your tip, then more in his mouth. he glances at your dumbfounded eyes, and you swear you could see him smirking to himself. but before you could think further, he was suddenly suckling onto your cock so firmly you started to squirm.

but that's why leon's holding you so tightly, so you can take it the way he needs you to~

you felt restricted. leon wants to steal your senses, inject pleasure in your veins like he were trying to fucking save you. he's beginning to get so hard that it makes him whine against your shaft, and he's so hard that you're making it difficult for him to think rationally.

"l-leonn! slow down!~" you cried without sense, which only urged his fingers pressing into your skin as he held you in place. he takes an inch further, his mouth working eagerly, making sure you can understand his carnal urge of making you cum with his mouth. "uh-uhh!-.... nghhh-hh..."

"mhmm..mmmm..." he hummed roughly, following with a soft growl as he slurped you up stupid. you kept moving. why were you moving so much? you were so sleepy just a minute ago.. oh, well; leon thinks. but is this man really oblivious to the fact that he can make you feel so, so good?

of course he wasn't. your erotic whines got louder and louder by the minute as your headphones disabled you from being conscious of your tone at all. your voice fell muffled upon your ears but leon was devouring it, using your moans and sobs as a motive to eat you up until you're heart-eyed. you couldn't even make sense of the music anymore as leon's mouth clouded your empty mind.

i'm gonna drown you in pleasure, baby.. leon thinks to himself while he's busy adoring you and the way your cock twitches onto his tongue :(

you were flailing slightly while leon went down on you, seeing you and your eyes struggling to keep open. he trails his left hand up and down your thigh, the sensation feeling a little ticklish. your chest rose and fell warmly, trying to reach out to stop him with a weak hand but he wouldn't let you and he feels (mildly) sorry. but it doesn't make him halt— he looks at you with sweet eyes that say 'please cum for me~'

you whined weakly at this, voice going raspy as you full on started to cry. you felt so vulnerable and so good at the same time and you trusted leon so much. you could feel it, could feel him about to siphon your orgasm out of you. just the way he wanted it..

the faucet began to spill and you were crying, the tears trickling down your cheeks messily and around your headphones, too. leon looked at you with mostly with affection, but also with a bit of sympathy. you must've had such a hard time, huh? he's so happy he can make you feel better..

"u-uhh, f-fuck, leon!! n-nno- nggh..a-ahh!-" you didn't even know what you were blabbering or retorting for anymore, but your hips twitched in his grip as you began to tremble within the fuzzy feeling of your orgasm. you were being such a pretty boy for him like this, all sensitive and crying after one minor blowjob. how were you going to handle the rest of the night like this?

it was hard to ignore his boner at this point. "mm..mhh, fuck- such a good boy f'me, huh?" he groans while he sucks on you at a slower pace, trying not to overwhelm you too hard (but still overwhelming you :( he's sorry, he swears.). "god, you're so cute.. but you have him so horny and frustrated now, what did you just do to this boy? he isn't frustrated at you.. but..

he isn't letting go of your thighs any time soon.

[lipglossanon]

The Subject of Schoolgirl Fantasy

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Professor!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader (one shot)

for @ohbvnny and the many anons who asked for professor leon; hope ya like it! 💜 and thank you for your patience 😘

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, teacher/student relations, kissing, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie

not proofread ✍️

Title from Don’t Stand Too Close to Me by The Police

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“Class dismissed.”

Professor Kennedy waves everyone to the door, wristwatch catching the light drawing your attention to his forearms, (on mouth watering display since he rolled the sleeves of his button up shirt to his elbows). 

You loiter at your desk, slowly gathering your things and reorganizing your bag as the last stragglers bolt out the door, glad to be finished for the week. It’s pure luck that Professor Kennedy is your last class on Friday’s, something you’re thankful for every weekend. 

“Do you have some questions for me?” a low amused tone reaches your ears, drawing you out of your thoughts. 

You meet Professor Kennedy’s warm, blue eyes, a ghost of a smile hovering at his lips.

“Sorry,” you bite your lip in embarrassment, “I kinda zoned out.”

“No worries,” he’s leaning back against his desk, one leg crossed over the other making his black slacks cling to his thick thighs. 

He crosses his arms, making your mouth go dry at the strain it puts on his shirt; his biceps and chest are pressed right against the fabric making your knees feel weak. 

“Actually I did want to mention something to you,” his eyes watch as you finally look back into his face.

“Sir?”

He grins at you, “That last test I gave, it seems you struggled pretty badly.”

You wince and duck your head down bashfully, “Yeah, I had a hard time learning the material.”

He tsks, “Now that just won’t do.”

You look back up at him and he tilts his head, sandy hair falling into one eye. 

“I usually don’t offer, but would you like to earn some extra credit?”

You smile excitedly, “Yes, actually that would be great. Thank you, Professor.”

He chuckles, “Follow me to my office then.”

You fall behind him as he leaves the classroom and walks down to the end of the hall; he pulls his keys from his pocket and unlocks the door. 

Opening it, he gestures for you to go inside first. 

“It’s pretty quiet on Fridays,” he states as he shuts the door behind you, and twists the bolt to lock it when you’re not looking. 

“I’m sure, most people are ready to go home,” you smile, feeling shy in his presence alone. 

“I’ll bet. You have any raging parties to get to this weekend?”

You laugh at that, following him further into his office and taking a seat on the sofa. 

“No, just headed home to study and get a head start on some things.”

As he moves over to his desk, dropping his keys on the mahogany surface, you get a chance to really take in the room. Spacious is the first thing that comes to mind followed by cozy. His desk is facing the entryway with bookcases all around. Against one wall is the sofa you’re sitting on and on the opposite wall just really run of the mill office art. 

The sofa dips as he sits next to you, his thigh a hot brand against your leg. Internally, you’re squealing, so thankful you decided on wearing a cute skirt today. Leon pulls you from your thoughts again by handing you a bottle of water. 

“Would offer a glass of scotch,” he tilts his glass at you, “but don’t know if you’re driving, sweetheart,” he winks at you as you take the bottle from him with a shaky hand. 

“Oh thank you and I’m not—not driving that is,” you clear your throat, “I’ve never really had any scotch, so don’t know if I’d like it.”

“Really?” his blue eyes seem darker in his office, especially as they drag down then back up your body. 

“Would you like to try some?”

He practically purrs as he leans forward into your personal space. You’re overtaken by his smoky cologne and sandalwood aftershave. 

“Please.”

Your eyes droop as he tilts his glass against your bottom lip, mouth parting to take in the amber liquid he’s offering. He groans softly when he sees your throat swallow, tilting the glass higher for more scotch to pour out. You choke a little, liquid spilling out the sides of the glass all down your chin to drip down your neck. 

Leon drops the empty glass on the carpeted floor and hungrily licks the trail of scotch. He starts at the base of your neck and follows the sticky tracks up to your mouth. With a sigh, you’re opening up for his thick tongue. He groans and licks messily into your mouth. 

Pulling away, a silvery string of saliva bridges your mouths before you break it by licking your lips. 

His eyes are hot and heavy as he moves to kneel on the carpet, in between your legs. You moan softly as he kneads your calves with warm hands.  

“I enjoy the taste of scotch, but there’s another flavor that I’d like to try now,” he smirks at you, hands drifting up to your thighs. 

You let out a shaky breath and part your legs further under his hungry gaze as he massages the fat of your thighs. 

“Professor,” a mewling whimper escapes your lips as he rucks your skirt up to expose your dainty panties. 

“Fucking criminal,” he groans, thumb rubbing over the little lace bow at the top of your underwear. 

“Going to be a good student for me, sweetheart? Let me taste this hot little pussy?”

You nod and he grins, “Hold up your skirt for me then. There ya go, such a good girl.”

Your hands reach down and grab the hem of your skirt, pulling it up til it’s above your hips all while he watches you. His strong jawline seems more pronounced when his brow furrows in concentration as he teases the band of your panties. 

“You okay with this?” he murmurs up at you, finally dragging his eyes up to meet your gaze. 

“Uh huh,” you nod so fast it makes his lips quirk up in a half smile. 

In place of a reply, he places a soft kiss right on the damp spot of your panties. With a soft groan, he places more kisses on your clothed cunt. Both of his hands come up to the band of your panties and pulls it up until it’s tight against the lips of your pussy. He lathes his tongue across your slit, leaving a wet kiss on the outline of your clit. 

Your legs twitch and spasm as he continues to slowly lick and kiss your pussy through your underwear.

“Please, sir,” you moan as he sucks your clit a little harder, eyes glinting wickedly up at you, “can I take them off?”

He pulls back with a low laugh, “No, gonna get these cute panties soaked before anything else happens.”

You watch as his hand reaches down to readjust his bulge in his slacks, making your mouth water and head dizzy. 

“Save it for later,” he grins at you, hand coming down suddenly to spank across your wet underwear making you buck up with a whine. 

“So responsive,” he muses, mouth going back to his slow torment on your needy cunt. 

He keeps you there, legs spread before finally putting them over his shoulders, face buried against your panties as he licks and sucks your pussy through the cloth. It feels like forever when he finally pulls away, hands going to the band of your underwear and tugging them off. He watches greedily as your cunt is bared, clear strings of slick clinging to the gusset of your panties as he pulls them away from your pussy lips. 

At seeing how wet you are, he wastes no time in slipping the soaked clothing off your legs and tucks them in his pocket. With a growl, he shoves his face against your pussy making you both moan. 

“Taste so good,” he pulls away to spit on your pulsing clit, “been wanting to taste your pretty little cunt since the beginning of the semester.”

“Oh god,” you gasp, hands letting go of your skirt to tangle in his hair, “could’ve had it then.”

“Slut,” he rumbles with delight, “don’t worry, gonna give you what we both want.”

He presses suckling kisses to your pussy lips before fluttering his tongue against your drippy hole. With a sigh, he pushes his thick tongue into your soaked cunt, eagerly fucking his tongue in and out until you’re squirming against his mouth. 

His hands grip your thighs harshly, bruises forming under his fingertips as he keep you in place. 

“O-oh, so good,” you keen, hands tugging on his hair making him groan and nuzzle deeper into your folds, nose bumping and grinding against your swollen clit. 

You hump his mouth, feeling your orgasm ramp higher and higher as that coil tightens in your belly. 

“I’m close, Professor.”

Your moan ends on a pathetic whine as he pulls completely away from eating you out. 

“That won’t do,” his mouth and chin are shiny with your slick making you go hot all over, “got to work for that extra credit, honey.”

He stands up, unbuckling his belt and sliding his slacks down until he can pull his hard cock out. He strokes the shaft, pulling back the foreskin so you can see the precum drip from his fat tip down his knuckles. He manhandles you to lay down on the sofa, one leg thrown over the back with the other dangling off the edge of the cushions. 

He slaps your clit with his cock, rocking back and forth so the tip drags through your slick folds getting him wet. You reach down to spread open your cunt, making it easier for Leon to rut against your pussy lips and the hood of your clit. 

“Please,” your hips arch up into his frotting, “want it so much.”

“Let me go find a condom, sweet thing,” he goes to get up but your nails sink into his chest through his dress shirt. 

“I’m on the pill,” you bite your lip out of nervousness, “I mean you can if you want, but I’m—“

“I’m not going to argue,” he chuckles, slapping your cunt with his dick, “not everyday I get to raw a hot little pussy.”

You whine, spine bowing as you try to press your sopping wet cunt against his dick, “Please, I’m so empty.”

He groans and finally quits teasing, pressing the head of his dick into your clenching hole. Your eyes roll back as he keeps rocking his dick deeper and deeper into your fluttering walls. 

He laughs down at you, “Mmm yeah, this pretty pussy is sucking me in so good. Such a snug fit for me.”

You feel like your cunt is being split in half; he’s so thick and long, it has you whining constantly as he bottoms out. 

“Such a good girl for me,” he presses himself down on you, body weight heavy and comforting.

You moan needily, hands gripping his shoulders, “S’deep.”

“I know,” his mocking voice is warm in your ear, “tiny pussy’s stretched out isn’t she?”

“Uh huh,” you mumble, drooling as he pulls halfway out to thrust back in, grinding and rubbing all along your g-spot as his pelvis catches your pudgy clit. 

“Taking me so well,” he praises making goosebumps trail down your arms, “this fat pussy’s gonna get a nice thick load, now isn’t that nice of me?”

“So nice,” you slur out, brain going fuzzy from how good Professor Kennedy’s making you feel. 

He laughs again, picking up the pace to fuck into you hard and deep. One hand goes to grip the meat of your hip while the other slips down to circle and press against your sensitive clit. Your legs wrap around his waist, bare legs rubbing against his shirt sending little pulses of pleasure to your brain. 

Your thighs twitch where they’re pressed against Professor Kennedy’s waist, toes starting to curl as he pounds against that spongy spot in your cunt, creating a mourning wave of pleasure. That band of arousal that has been winding tighter and tighter finally snaps.

Rough fingers pinch your clit as your pussy clamps down on his cock so tight it makes him hiss in pleasure. Your blood rushes to your head so fast it makes you dizzy, spine arching as your body tries to thrash under his; a high, keening cry slips from your mouth as he keeps teasing your swollen clit, extending your orgasm til tears bead your eyes.

“Good girl, so fucking good,” he groans, “gonna make me cum.”

“Yes, please, inside Professor Kennedy, want your cum,” you plead, eyes hazy as you give him a dopey smile, “feel’s nice.”

“Yeah? God, so good. Gonna fill you up,” he growls low in his throat as he pumps his cock into your cunt half a dozen times before burying himself deep in your spasming hole, walls still milking him. 

You whine up at him as he bucks his hips into you, hot spurts of jizz painting your pussy walls white. He pants to catch his breath before pulling out of you with a low sigh. His cum oozes from your hole and he pushes it back in with dark eyes. He lifts his gaze and smirks at you. 

“We’ll have to meet up more often, don’t think this was enough extra credit to help out with your poor grade.”

[cakelitter]

A+

Prof! Leon x Fem! Reader

warnings: p in v, age gap, forbidden relationship, mentions of cheating (not on reader)

summary: Leon is your physics professor; Leon is also in between your thighs eating you out like a man starved because you were “such a good girl for sucking him off so well yesterday”. His words not yours.

He’s too good at this, too good at dirty talking, too good at sucking your clit, and too good at fucking you stupid. You’d be damned if you sleep with another college guy again.

words: 1.4k

a/n: this one is pretty short, I kinda wanted it be nastier, but maybe next time. Like always, typos don't exist and you're imagining things. Enjoy!!!

Life fucks hard, but professor Kennedy fucks harder.

Slamming into you like there is no tomorrow, letting out all of the pent-up frustration he experienced since the last time he was in you. You just know that you’re not going to be walking straight for the next couple of days.

Your friends think that you’re in a situationship with a guy you’re talking to. Fawning over the gifts he sends you and the attention you get; begging you to drop his name or at least show a picture of him.

Reality is, they sit in his class at ten every Mondays and Wednesdays, drooling over the sight of him and forgetting to pay attention to the material he’s explaining.

You did the same back when you first met him, heart eyes and your jaw on the floor. But instead of letting your mind wander off like they did, resulting in them failing his class. You averted your attention to not letting a word slip out of his mouth without burning it into your mind.

Spending hours upon hours studying for his tests to make sure to ace them, asking him questions after class as if you couldn’t recite word for word each law and theory he discussed. Sitting front and center in his class to make sure the two of you have plenty of eye contact.

It’s often that you came back home frustrated from the sight of another student hitting on him; jealousy coursing through your veins causing you blood to boil. Word got around pretty quickly that there is a new hot professor; girls overriding his course and wishing they were riding something else.

He had plenty of fan girls, not sure if he picked that up though. Even though he’s a fucking genius, he’s a bit dense. Bless him.

Validation and attention were your fuel, running on them like your life depended on it. And he fed you them, each time without fail. Praising you “dedication” and “passion” for physics. While you couldn’t give less of a fuck what color newton’s underwear was, of what Bohr thought was the right way to solve an equation.

You wanted him.

How is it your fault if he had the body that no physics professor should have. Massive biceps, and puff chest filling out the white button up shirt he was wearing; genuinely feared that one of the buttons might break loose one day and hit you right in the eye.

He was hot, and disgustingly smart; rambling on and on about a some of the nerdiest things ever. It was cute, your eyes drinking up that small smile that would form on his lips whenever he’d get carried away.

God bless the day you decided to sign up for his class; it wasn’t luck, or a coincidence, it was fate. A reward and a compensation for all the hellish days you went through before.

You still remember the day you first met him; god, you looked so stupid. Forgetting how to talk, walk and breathe when you realized you were the first to walk into his class. His bewitching blue eyes moving over to the door that you just walked through.

He flashed you a smile, greeting you, and you almost came on the spot. Staring at him like a deer in head lights, double checking the room number incase you walked into the wrong class. Making sure your voice doesn’t break when you greeted him back.

Ever since then, you made extra effort to look good whenever you had his class. Wearing the shirts that make your boobs look perkier, and the skirts that make your ass look irresistible. You’d twirl with your hair, give him bedroom eyes and participated in class.

Truthfully, in this situation there was no chance of losing. If you didn’t succeed romantically, you sure as hell gave you GPA a boost. Not to mention, the outfits that you wore were pretty attention grabbing, gravitating some other men towards you.

Luckily though, all that effort paid off.

Day after day, week after week, you started noticing him reciprocating your attention. Looking at you for a little too long, making conversation with you after class, even dropping his eyes over to your lips every now and then.

Leon is your physics professor; Leon is also in between your thighs eating you out like a man starved because you were “such a good girl for sucking him off so well yesterday”. His words not yours.

He’s too good at this, too good at dirty talking, too good at sucking your clit, and too good at fucking you stupid. You’d be damned if you sleep with another college guy again.

Fucking you in ways you’ll never mentally recover from, and giving you all of his sweet sweet attention.

However, the ring wrapped around his finger single handedly shatters the fucked-up fantasy that you’re living, serving as a ball and chain around your ankle, or is it his?

Aside from Leon being your professor who’s dick you’ve seen more than you can count. He’s a husband to a woman he married ten years ago. One that he never likes to talk about or mention, changing the topic each time you try to bring it up.

But from what you pieced together; they don’t seem to have the strongest bond.

Once, one of the students was making conversation with him and brought up his marriage. His mood soured; knots formed between his brows as if a feeling of disappointment rose from the mention of it.

Honestly, you feel guilty as fuck. Nausea and anger taking over you each time you remember the reality of the situation.

If people found out, you’d get stoned to death by everyone you know, and rightfully so.

Whether Leon’s wife fucks him as good as you do or not, or if she loves him this much or not, or if she gives him the amount of the attention you give him or not, it doesn’t matter.

As much as guilt is a heavy feeling; lust is way heavier.

Tasted his poison and got hooked, letting it travel through your veins and up to your mind, blinding your vision and leaving you begging for more.

Love is blind, but lust is deaf. Unable to hear the sound of common sense knocking on your door as you lean in to kiss him more, silencing your conscience as his hand travels beneath the waist band of your panties.

He gives you his back as he pours you a glass of wine, and leaving the silver band behind as he makes his way back to you.

The advantages of sleeping with your professor sure do out way the disadvantages. You get to be late for class as much as you’d like, homework is optional, and tests are always a guaranteed A+. Obviously, Leon appreciates it way more when you work hard for that though, but instead of getting some tame praise like you used to; he gets to reward you in more creative ways now.

Leon loves it when you mention how much you care for him, how much he means to you, how much you crave for him. Drinking up your words like he’s never heard them before, like you just said something he’s been dying to hear for decades now.

Leon loves it when you dress up for him, when you put in effort to look good, when you call for his attention.

Whispering sweet nothings into your skin as post sex sleepiness starts to overtake your senses, his large hands holding you close against him as he stares into your heavy-lidded eyes like you just saved his life.

Cherishing every moment with you like he can’t believe you’re here. Placing his head on your chest as he falls asleep in your arms, your hands tangled in his hair, scratching his scalp gingerly. His rough stubble juxtaposing your silky skin, hot breath fanning out on it.

You told yourself that was the last time you’ll feel his skin on yours, that this has to end, cause it’s no good for you, cause it’s not who you are, cause it’s wrong.

Yet, here you are standing in front of the hotel room he always books. Hand reaching up and knocking on the hard wood, as the knob twists revealing his handsome face before he steps aside to let you in.

Stepping into the space, he hugs you from behind, dropping his head on your shoulder, arms wrapped around you tightly. His perfume enveloping you, with a gentle kiss being placed on the crook of your neck.

“Missed you so much, baby.”

divider by @/chilumitos

[jellybonbons]

Shared Apartment, Shared Feelings

Leon Kennedy x gn afab!reader

CW: 18+ (mdni), virgin reader, college roommate au, retired fuckboy!leon, vendetta trio (chris, leon & rebecca), talks about virginity/relationship/trauma (car accident), fluff/angst/smut, a lot of kissing, dick piercing, oral job (afab receiving), pussy slapping, thigh jobs, aftercare.

Words: 7.4k

A/N: special thanks to my wife @roseglazedlens for beta reading and helping me with the banners <3 muah muah

Without a doubt, college is such a drag. It’s a wonder you haven’t given up on yourself already, with all the assignments piling up, submissions one after another, professors breathing down your neck, dealing with crappy groupmates and customers from your part-time job. But here you are, almost three years deep into your degree, with no turning back now.

You sighed, feeling the strain in your fingers from typing away all day. The pressure was real with an assignment due in just a few days. You tried to unwind with a book and music, but the impending thought of reading through another paragraph might just make your head explode. 

It’s been known that college can get pretty lonely at times. Sure, you've got friends here and there, but they're all caught up in their own stuff, on top of all that, their partners. This is when you wish you had one yourself. You've had your fair share of relationships or flings in the past, but it never really went beyond first base – blame it on your commitment issues and insecurities.

Virginity is a funny thing, isn't it? Some people don't really give it much thought, while others, like yourself, see it as a significant part of who they are. To you, it's more than just a physical state – it's about vulnerability, about letting someone in and truly being seen. Maybe that's why your relationships never seem to last long. You realise now that you settled for them, not for yourself. You were caught up in the idea of a relationship rather than being honest with yourself about what you truly wanted and needed. 

Heading into college, you finally found yourself crushing on someone – your roommate, Leon Kennedy. Your first meeting was awkward, to say the least. It started with your classmate-turned-friend, Rebecca Chambers, asking if you wanted to live with her and two of her friends since they had an extra room. Without hesitation, you agreed – after all, why not? Splitting the rent between four people and having a bigger apartment than your current one sounded like a win-win. But when you finally met her two friends, it felt like you stumbled upon an adorable squirrel with her two guard dogs.

You could definitely say that Leon and his other friend, Chris Redfield, were pretty protective of her, but Rebecca reassured them that she trusted you and thought you were a lovely person – bless her heart. From that day on, the tension slowly dissipated, and all of you learned how to live with each other, quirks and all. If there was ever a disagreement, Chris would call for a 'family meeting' to sort things out.

You've grown close to both Chris and Rebecca, but with Leon, it's different. He's close, yet there's still a sense of distance.

—

Exhibit A: 

The huge, comfortable couch in the living room was decorated with a mismatched assortment of decorative pillows, giving the area a homely, well-worn feel. The walls were covered in posters of bands, and a shelf next to it held a tidy collection of DVDs. Game controllers, remote controls, and empty food wrappers were frequently strewn all over the coffee table – no matter how many times Rebecca told Chris and Leon to clean them up. The room had the ideal ambience for movie evenings thanks to the floor lamp's warm glow and the fairy lights. 

You noticed that Leon would always have your favourite snacks on hand, without you even needing to ask. But then again, he made sure to get snacks for everyone else too. You never once mentioned your favourite snacks to him – you guess he might have overheard you talking to Rebecca in the dining area while he was playing video games with Chris in the living room that one time.

"Here," Leon said, passing you the brightly wrapped package after doling out snacks to the others.

“Thanks,” you said, taking them from Leon. “How did you know these are my favourites?”

He shrugged casually. “Maybe I'm just good at picking up on things.” 

"But I've never told you," you pointed out, genuinely curious.

Leon hesitated for a moment, his gaze meeting yours. "I've got my ways of finding out,” he replied cryptically before turning away to grab a drink.

You raised an eyebrow, not entirely convinced by his response. “Oh, well, thanks again.”

"Oh my god! It's been so long since I've eaten those," Rebecca, who was cuddled up next to you, exclaimed, her eyes lighting up as she gazed at your snacks. You chuckled at her enthusiasm.

"You want some?" you offered, opening the snack package. 

"Yes, please!" she eagerly replied.

If you had turned back, you would have noticed Leon's ears turning a faint shade of red, but you were too focused on sharing the snacks with Rebecca to notice his reaction.

Exhibit B: 

Amidst the chaos of exam week, you and Chris had taken over the living room for a study session. Notes, textbooks, and Post-it notes were strewn everywhere, creating a cluttered workspace. Rebecca had wisely chosen to isolate herself in her room, knowing that if she joined you two, it would devolve into gossip rather than studying. As for Leon, he preferred the solitude of studying alone.

By 2 am, Chris had already succumbed to exhaustion, snoring away on the couch. Meanwhile, you were hunched over your notes on the floor, frustration building as you re-read the material for what felt like the hundredth time. A headache was starting to form, exacerbated by the late hour and Chris' snoring.

Lost in your work, you didn't notice Leon's quiet approach until he set a hot mug of green tea on the coffee table beside you. "Take a break," he said casually, before moving over to Chris and gently nudging him awake, signaling that it was time for him to call it a night.

"Hey, wake up," Leon whispered.

Chris grunted in response, rolling over to his side and snoring loudly. Leon couldn't help but roll his eyes and deliver a – gentle – punch to Chris's arm, hoping it would be enough to jolt him awake.

"Ouch! Damn, Leon, that hurts," Chris groaned, rubbing his arm where Leon had punched him.

Leon, unapologetic, raised an eyebrow at Chris. "Maybe if you didn't snore like a freight train, I wouldn't have to resort to violence." 

Chris, still rubbing his arm, shot you a playful glare. "Well, if someone didn't study so quietly, maybe I wouldn't need to fill the room with my soothing snores."

"Don't look at me, I'm just trying to study peacefully," you retorted, raising your hand in mock surrender while cradling the mug in your other.

"Yeah, right. Your snores are like lullabies, Chris. I almost fell asleep while making my late-night snack,” Leon said with a slight smirk. 

Chris mockingly gasped. "You wound me, Leon. My snores are an art form." 

You chuckled. "Well, gentlemen, whether it's an art form or a lullaby, it's time for the masterpiece to take a break. Chris, go get some beauty sleep." Chris nodded.

"You too, don't stay up too late," Leon said to you, shooting a glance in your direction before grabbing Chris by his shirt.

"I'm up, I'm up," Chris protested, his voice muffled as Leon playfully put him in a headlock and guided him towards his room.

You couldn't help but chuckle at their antics, taking another sip of your tea as you watched them disappear down the hallway.

—

You found yourself in a dilemma. Leon had always been just a friend, but lately, you couldn't shake off the growing attraction you felt towards him. It wasn't just his physical appearance that drew you in, although his blue eyes, his piercings and the little details about him were certainly captivating. It was the way he was always there for you, that’s what friends are for, right?

You discovered that you couldn't stop thinking about him, day or night. His presence seemed to linger in your mind, occupying your thoughts even when you were supposed to be focusing on something else. You couldn't help but notice the way his eyes lit up when he talked about his video game strategies or the way he would absentmindedly run his hand through his hair when he was deep in thought. And those moles scattered across his skin, you found yourself itching to trace your fingers over them, to memorise every little detail of him. 

But despite your growing feelings, you were hesitant to act on them. You cherished the ‘friendship’ you shared with Leon and you were afraid of risking it by admitting your true feelings. So for now, you kept your emotions buried deep within, hoping that they would eventually fade away – but they didn’t.

— 

Leon had been sceptical when Rebecca first introduced you to him and Chris. He thought you might have ulterior motives, using her to get closer to him for his body. After all, he had a reputation as a fuckboy, although he considered himself a retired one now. That's why both him and Chris were so protective of her; he didn't want to drag Rebecca into his messy past again.

However, Leon was genuinely surprised when he discovered that you didn't know much about his past. While you were aware of his existence, you weren't deeply immersed in campus drama, preferring to spend your time online with other interests. You treated him like any other person, and he found himself grateful for that. In the past, he had been the worst version of himself, indulging in alcohol, weed, and sex, using his body to get whatever he wanted. But hey, in this economy, whatever works. 

He had grown accustomed to people using him, whether it was for physical gratification or emotional support. It was the darkest chapter of his history, and his once-close friendship with Chris and Rebecca had deteriorated to the point where they were practically strangers, but that was six months ago. Now they were back to being three peas in a pod, their bond stronger than ever.

Then came that one fateful night – that one awful night – when he had drunk too much and made the reckless decision to drive home while intoxicated from a party. What great friends he had. 

As Leon stirred awake in the hospital room, the rhythmic beeping of machines punctured the air, accompanied by the clinical scent of antiseptic. His gaze fell upon Rebecca, slumbering peacefully in a chair beside his bed, though the fatigue evident in the bags beneath her eyes spoke of restless nights spent by his side. Summoning what little strength he could muster, he attempted to rouse her with a feeble movement of his finger.

Suddenly, Chris burst into the room, bearing two cups of coffee in hand. The sight of Leon awake nearly caused him to fumble the cups, hastily setting them down on a nearby table before rushing to his friend's bedside with evident concern. Rebecca, startled by Chris's sudden entrance and booming voice, blinked awake in a daze.

“Leon, you’re awake!” Rebecca's smile lit up the room as she clasped Leon's uninjured hand in hers.

Leon attempted to speak, but his dry throat betrayed him. Swift to notice, Chris quickly retrieved a water bottle and a straw for Leon. While Rebecca, with practised ease adjusted the bed to a more comfortable position, allowing Leon to sit up slightly. As soon as the straw touched his lips, Leon didn't hesitate to take a much-needed sip, the cool water soothing his parched throat.

Once he had quenched his thirst, Leon managed a weak smile of gratitude, his gaze shifting between Chris and Rebecca. "Thanks, guys," he murmured hoarsely, his voice still rough from disuse. 

"Was anyone else hurt?” he asked anxiously, recalling the events of the previous night with a sense of dread. He knew he had made a terrible mistake by driving under the influence, and he dreaded the thought of anyone else being harmed because of his actions. 

Chris exchanged a glance with Rebecca before answering, his expression sombre. "It was just you, Leon," he replied gently, placing a comforting hand on Leon's shoulder. "You're lucky, man. Could've been a lot worse."

Rebecca nodded in agreement, her worry evident in her eyes. "We're just glad you're okay," she added softly, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.

For once in his life, he let his tears flow freely, openly crying in front of them. There were many reasons for his tears, but two stood out: their unwavering support despite his past behaviour and the stark realisation of how close he came to losing everything. It felt like a wake-up call, a sign that he needed to change his ways.

As both Chris and Rebecca leaned in for an embrace, he felt the warmth of their love enveloping him. That moment marked a new beginning for them. They took turns caring for him, offering support and encouragement every step of the way. And with their help, he began to see a therapist to address his trauma and work through his issues, determined to become a better version of himself.

He knew he wasn't perfect, but he was steadily making progress.

—

You were like a breath of fresh air, bringing a sense of normalcy to Leon's life outside his close circle of friends. The more he observed you, the more smitten he became. He found himself falling hard for you, enchanted by the melody of your voice and the way your smile lit up the room. Even when you laughed at his silly jokes while Chris and Rebecca remained unimpressed, it only deepened his infatuation. From your quick wit to your undeniable charm, he felt like a lovesick puppy in your presence. 

Many moments with you left a lasting impression on Leon. One night, he had fallen asleep on the couch, and you had just returned from a night shift. Spotting Leon asleep, you crept, careful not to disturb him. You gently placed your belongings on the dining table before quietly slipping into his room to retrieve a blanket.

You returned with the blanket and draped them over him, ensuring he stayed warm throughout the night. As you crouched down beside him, you couldn't resist the urge to tuck a loose strand of his hair behind his ear, smiling softly at the peaceful expression on his sleeping face. 

As you quietly left the room and retreated to your own, Leon being the light sleeper he was, felt a rush of emotions flooding through him. His heart raced as he became aware of your proximity, even in his slumber. The gentle touch of your hand and the warmth of your presence lingered in his mind, leaving him feeling strangely comforted yet unsettled all at once. It was a moment he couldn't shake, stirring something within him that he couldn't quite put into words.

These mixed emotions were still present during another memorable moment, when you, Chris, Rebecca, and Leon gathered for a pizza dinner. Chris, in his usual generous fashion, ordered a variety – cheese, pepperoni, and BBQ pizzas. The living room transformed into a makeshift dining area as you all settled in to watch a movie while enjoying the feast. Despite the lively atmosphere, Leon found himself quietly observing you, the feelings from the previous night still lingering in his mind, adding a layer of depth to the otherwise ordinary gathering.

Whatever, he shook his thoughts away.

As the pizza boxes opened, Leon grabbed a slice of the BBQ pizza, only to discover a surplus of onions. His displeasure was evident and despite his efforts to discreetly pick off the offending toppings, the struggle did not go unnoticed by you.

Your laughter bubbled up as you observed Leon's onion-removing antics. "Not a fan of onions, huh?" you teased.

"Nah, I don’t like the extra crunch," Leon replied, continuing to pick them off.

You extended your plate towards him. "Just give them to me; I like onions," you offered with a smile.

"Really? Thanks," Leon responded, handing you the onion-laden slices.

"You need to stop being such a picky eater, Leon," Chris chimed in between bites of his pizza.

Leon shook his head defiantly. "Nope, not happening," he retorted, earning a round of laughter from the group.

Rebecca joined in, adding with a playful grin, "Hey, at least now we know who the real onion lover is around here!" 

After your laughter died down, you couldn't help but sneak a glance at Leon – you loved onions, but little did they know that you had a particular disdain for red onions.

Despite all this, Leon couldn't shake the memories that haunted him. Beneath the surface of his laidback demeanour lay a vulnerability he had yet to reveal to anyone outside his close circle of friends.

It was a sunny morning as you and Leon walked side by side to class, chatting idly about your schedules. But then your conversation was abruptly interrupted by the screech of tyres from behind, a sharp, piercing sound that seemed to echo through Leon's bones.

Without warning, Leon's steps faltered, his body freezing in place as his breath caught in his throat. His eyes widened with fear, his muscles tensing as if preparing for impact.

You sensed the shift in his demeanour immediately, instincts kicking in as you turned to face him, concern etched across your features. "Leon?" you called softly, reaching out to touch his arm. "Are you okay?"

"Don't," he said sharply, his voice tinged with a mixture of desperation and frustration. "Please, just... don't touch me."

You froze, your heart sinking at the rejection. You had never seen Leon react like this before, and the realisation only fueled your determination to help him.

"Okay," you said softly, pulling your hand back. "I won't touch you. But I'm here, Leon. You're not alone."

Leon's breaths came in short, ragged gasps, his gaze fixed on the ground as he struggled to regain control of his racing thoughts.

Thinking quickly, you searched for another way to reach him. You remembered the breathing exercises you learned from the internet, the rhythmic pattern designed to calm the mind in moments of distress.

"Leon," you said gently, your voice a steady anchor in the storm of his panic. "Listen to me. We're going to try something, okay? Just focus on my voice."

Leon nodded hesitantly, his gaze flickering up to meet yours.

"Close your eyes," you instructed, your own voice calm and measured. "Now, take a deep breath in through your nose... and out through your mouth. Good. Now, let's do it again. In... and out."

Together, both of you repeated the breathing exercises; Leon's tense muscles gradually relaxing with each steady breath. You kept your voice low and soothing, guiding him through the process with gentle encouragement.

The chaotic noise of the campus faded into the background, replaced by the steady rhythm of your shared breaths. And with each passing moment, Leon felt the grip of panic loosening its hold, replaced by a sense of calm and clarity.

"Thank you," Leon whispered as he finally opened his eyes, his voice hoarse with overwhelming emotions.

 "Anytime.” You smiled softly at him.

—

You were attractive, considerate, attentive, but sometimes sarcastic — all the more reason to love you. So imagine his surprise when, during one of your deep conversations, you dropped the bombshell: "I'm still a virgin."

Leon's reaction was immediate. "Wait, what?" His eyes widened in disbelief, and he nearly choked on the iced tea Rebecca had made for everyone.

You couldn't help but smirk at his reaction, finding his surprise somewhat amusing. "Yeah, I know, right?" you replied casually, trying to downplay the moment. "Just never felt the rush, I guess."

Leon's expression softened, his initial shock giving way to an understanding. "Well, that's... unexpected," he admitted, his voice laced with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. "But hey, it's your choice, and there's nothing wrong with that."

"Yeah," you said, taking a sip of the iced tea. You couldn't help but grimace as the sweetness hit your taste buds; Rebecca had gone a bit overboard with the sugar again. “I guess, I just have a hard time trusting people to truly see me, you get it?” you said, revealing a vulnerability that Leon hadn't seen before. 

“Just the idea of letting someone see a vulnerable side of you and then, things fall apart, and that person is not in your life anymore... it's terrifying."

Leon nodded thoughtfully, the flicker of a reassuring smile appearing on his lips. "I get it," he responded softly, his eyes reflecting understanding. 

"It's hard to open up when you've been hurt before. But not everyone is the same, you know? And sometimes, taking that risk can lead to something beautiful."

"Yeah, but I’m not ready to take that risk," you pondered, your voice tinged with uncertainty.

Leon leaned forward, his expression gentle. "That's okay," he said. "It's all about timing, and when you're ready, you'll know. Until then, just focus on being true to yourself." If the old Leon heard this, he would cringe in disgust at how poetic he has become. 

“Aw, look at you, Mr. Wise man,” you teased, playfully punching his shoulder.

“Hey, I have experience, okay,” he chuckled, offering a playful wink. "Life's full of surprises, and you never know when the right person might come along." Leon thought to himself, hoping silently that he could be that person for you.

To be your person — it was a dream he cherished deeply. He already felt privileged enough to see you with your dishevelled hair every morning, to enjoy the breakfasts you made, to hear you humming to yourself as you cleaned the apartment, and to witness all the little quirks that made you... you.

Like the way you always insisted on starting your day with a cup of hot warm water because of its health benefits. Or how you had a habit of tapping your fingers on any surface whenever you were anxious. The way you collect little trinkets and gift them to others because they reminded you of them, or how you could never resist stopping to take pictures of the sky when it looked especially pretty. The way you scrunch your nose when you laugh, and how you always double-knot your shoelaces because "you can't be too careful,” even though they somehow always come undone, so he has to tie them for you again — cue to Rebecca and Chris giggling quietly at the back.

“Yeah, who knows?” you replied with a smile, stopping him from his daydreaming state. 

Leon looked into your eyes, a gentle warmth spreading through his chest. The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you at that moment. Your smiles softened, and a comfortable silence settled between you. Time felt like it slowed down as you both gazed at each other, the unspoken words and hidden shared feelings hanging in the air.

However, the moment was cut short when cock-block Chris slid the balcony doors open, surprising you guys. 

"Hey, sorry to interrupt," Chris said, his voice breaking the momentary silence. "But I thought you might want to join us for board games. Rebecca's been bugging me to drag you both inside.”

You chuckled at Chris's interruption. "Sure, sounds like fun," you replied, shooting a playful glance at Leon.

Leon grinned in response, a twinkle in his eye as he nodded in agreement. "Let's go then," he said, rising from his seat and motioning for you to follow. 

“Can’t wait to beat you in Monopoly,” you added with a mischievous grin, earning a playful scoff from Leon.

“Dream on,” Leon replied with a playful smirk, grabbing both his and your drink before heading back inside.

“Hey, we know Rebecca is the master of Monopoly,” Chris chimed in.

"Yeah, you’re right, she always bankrupts us within the first hour," you agreed with a laugh.

"Alright, let's see if we can finally overthrow the reigning champion," Leon said with determination, leading the way back inside.

—

You should have been spending your weekend with friends, but alas, the call of assignments beckoned you to spend the week in your room. Your fingers moved on autopilot as you typed away on your laptop, nearing the end of your essay. All that remained were the conclusion and the references. 

This was the second time you had to redo this assignment. Your professor, Dr. Wesker, critiqued it during the tutorial, and it fell short of his expectations, so you had to incorporate the points you had missed. You made a mental note to give him three stars in the end-of-semester review – that being generous — and to punch Chris because he said Wesker’s class was easy. No, it was not; Wesker made sure to run the class like the Navy.

As the evening turned into night, you fueled your essay-writing spree with a touch of spite. The anticipation of going to the new jazz bar in your area with your friends was the added motivation. Empty instant coffee cans littered your desk, proving your determination. In the apartment, it was just you and Leon; Chris was visiting his sister, Claire, while Rebecca was out on a date with Billy. Helping Rebecca get ready had only made you more jealous of her evening out. Ever the sweetheart, she noticed you were down and promised to bring back treats for you as a reward.

The apartment felt unusually quiet, with only the hum of your laptop and the distant sounds of city life filtering through the windows. The silence was a stark reminder of the fun you were missing out on. Yet, there was a strange comfort in knowing Leon was just in the other room, a silent presence that somehow made the tedious task of essay writing a bit more bearable.

However, the universe was not on your side as your old laptop finally decided to give up on you. Despite all your efforts — charging, troubleshooting, and pleading — it refused to turn back on. "No, no, no, no!" you exclaimed, punctuating each word with a frustrated slam of your hand against the desk. Scratch that, Dr. Wesker is getting only one star and a long paragraph in the comment section.

Hearing the commotion from Leon’s bedroom, he paused his game and rushed into your room. "What happened?!" he asked, concern etched on his face.

You looked at him with tears streaming down your face. "My laptop won't open," you said.

His face softened as he approached you. "I'm assuming you've tried everything," he remarked.

"Yes!" you exclaimed, frustration evident in your voice.

"Okay, okay, calm down," Leon reassured you, his tone soothing. "What did you use to do your assignment on?" he inquired, rolling your chair closer to him and kneeling down in front of you.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your emotions. "Google Docs," you replied.

He nodded reassuringly. "Okay, they have an auto-save feature, so your work is still there. In the meantime, you can use mine." Leon wiped away your tears with his thumb. "I know a guy who can fix your laptop, so you don't have to worry."

Leon's comforting touch eased your tension slightly. "Thanks," you said, your voice wavering with emotion. "I'm sorry for lashing out. It's just….it’s been a stressful week."

He offered you a sympathetic smile. "No need to apologise," he said softly. "We all have our moments.”

"You're too good for me," you whispered, your gratitude evident in your eyes.

Leon's sympathetic expression softened further as he gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face. "Hey, don't say that," he replied earnestly. "You're amazing, and anyone would be lucky to have you as a friend. And if you ever need someone to talk to or help you through tough times, I'm here for you, always.”

“I could say the same thing about you,” you said softly as you wiped the remaining tears away.

There was a moment of silence, filled only by the sound of the gentle hum of the air conditioner and the soft rhythm of your breathing. Then, you hesitated before speaking again.

"Leon... there's something I've been meaning to tell you," you began, your voice barely above a whisper. "I know we're friends, but... lately, I've been feeling something more. I can't shake this feeling that there's something between us, something deeper?"

Leon's eyes widened slightly in surprise, but he didn't interrupt as you continued.

"I understand if you don't feel the same way," you said, the words tumbling out in a rush as you fidget with your fingers, feeling vulnerable and exposed. "I just needed to get it off my chest."

For a moment, there was only silence as Leon processed your words. Then, he reached out and gently took your hand in his, stopping you from fidgeting. On the inside, he was literally jumping up and down and screaming internally. His heart raced with excitement and joy, but he kept his composure, squeezing your hand gently to convey his feelings.

“I... I've been feeling the same way," he admitted quietly, his voice filled with emotion. "I didn't know if you felt the same, but… I've been wanting to tell you how I feel for a while now." His hands felt warm against your cold ones, a reassuring touch that sent a shiver down your spine.

"But are you sure you want to be with someone like me? I’m a bit damaged,” he confessed, his voice carrying a hint of insecurity. As you shared a tender gaze, his vulnerability spilled out. 

"At the same time… I want to be with you. You keep me grounded, and every day I feel like I'm becoming a better version of myself because of you. But I don’t want to burden you with my baggage."

Your heart swelled with affection as you reached out to cup his face, gently wiping away the traces of doubt etched there. "Leon, I see you, all of you, and I wouldn't have it any other way.”

“Being damaged doesn’t make you any less worthy of love and happiness. We all have our scars and struggles. What matters is that you’re taking steps to heal, to become the best version of yourself. And I want to be there for you, every step of the way.”

At that moment, Leon knew he couldn't let his fears hold him back any longer.

Leon’s eyes glistened with unshed tears as he leaned in closer, his breath mingling with yours. The world seemed to stand still as he closed the gap between you, capturing your lips in a passionate heartfelt kiss. His hands moved to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as if he couldn’t bear to be apart. 

The kiss was intense, filled with all the emotions he couldn’t put into words—  the love, the gratitude, the desire. His lips moved against yours with fervent need, and as you responded, you could feel the weight of his insecurities lifting, replaced by the warmth of your mutual affection. 

Breaking the kiss, Leon scooped you up from your chair with ease, his arms strong and secure around you. He carried you to your bed and gently laid you down, his gaze never leaving yours. The tenderness in his eyes spoke volumes as he caressed your face.

"You mean everything to me, and I want to be the one you can always rely on." He leaned in for another kiss, sealing his promise with the warmth of his embrace. “Just how I can rely on you.”

When Leon's words settled in, you felt a rush of emotion swell in your chest. You reached up, your fingers gently tracing the line of his jaw, feeling the slight stubble beneath your touch and moving down to his neck where his moles were. The tenderness in his eyes was almost overwhelming, and you could see the sincerity behind every word he had spoken.

Leon let out a gasp as your fingers continued their gentle exploration, the touch feeling soft and human against his skin. He couldn’t even remember the last time someone touched him so tenderly. Letting out a sigh of contentment, he buried his face against your neck, inhaling your familiar scent—the comforting mix of laundry detergent and coffee, so wonderfully homey.

“God, you don’t know how much you've softened me.” He chuckled softly, his lips trailing kisses along your neck.

You couldn't help but tease him, a playful glint in your eyes. "Oh, is that so?" you murmured, a smile tugging at your lips. "Big, tough Leon going all soft on me?"

He lifted his head, meeting your gaze with a grin. "Yeah, you have that effect on me," he admitted. "Never thought I'd be saying that."

You laughed softly, your fingers brushing through his hair. "Well, I kind of like this softer side of you," you teased, your eyes sparkling. "Makes me feel special."

"You are special," Leon whispered, his expression turning serious. "More than you know."

“Leon…I’m ready,” you said, your voice steady but your heart racing.

“Ready for what, sweetheart?” he asked, the endearment rolling off his tongue naturally. He liked how it felt, unlike the generic terms, ‘Babe’ and ‘Baby’ he had used for his past flings when he didn’t bother to remember their names.

“Ready… for you to take my virginity.”

Leon’s eyes widened slightly before he softened, his expression filled with tenderness. "Oh… you're so precious. Not now, okay? I want to take you out on a date first."

“But—”

“No buts,” he interrupted gently. “I can make you feel good without taking it…do you trust me?”

“I do,” you replied, feeling a rush of warmth.

“Then just relax," he said softly. "I’m here, and I’ll gladly help you release your stress.”

Without another word, Leon closed the distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a passionate, desperate kiss — a culmination of months of longing and pent-up desire. All your worries and stress melted away as you sought solace in each other’s embrace.

As the kiss deepened, Leon’s hands roamed over your body, pulling you closer with a strong need to please you. The hunger and longing that had built up over the months drove you both, igniting a fire that burned with an intensity neither of you had ever felt before.

Leon’s fingers deftly found the hem of your sweater, slowly lifting it up and over your head. As your bare skin met the cool air, a wave of shyness washed over you. Instinctively, you crossed your arms over your chest, trying to cover yourself. 

Leon paused, his eyes filled with a mixture of admiration and gentle reassurance. He reached out, his hands gently removing yours from your chest. “Don’t hide from me,” he whispered, his voice soft but firm. “You’re beautiful, and I want to see all of you.” He leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, and you felt your body relax under his touch, trusting him completely.

“Leon…” 

With a reassuring smile, Leon stepped back slightly and grasped the hem of his own shirt. In one smooth motion, he pulled it over his head, revealing the defined lines of his chest, the faint scars that marked his skin, and the tantalising happy trail leading down from his naval.

“See? Nothing to be shy about.” Leon had come so far, enduring countless battles, to reach this moment of vulnerability and softness with you.

You nodded, your cheeks flushing at the sight of his happy trail peeking through his sweatpants. His lips, slightly swollen from your shared kisses, only added to the heat coursing through you. The mere thought of kissing him had you feeling an ache between your legs — maybe those cringy scenes in films about virgin sex aren’t so fake after all. As you squeezed your thighs together unconsciously, he chuckled softly and gently pulled them apart.

"You okay there?" he teased, his voice laced with amusement.

You laughed nervously, trying to mask your embarrassment. "Yeah, just... overwhelmed, I guess."

Leon's chuckle deepened. "I'd say that's a good sign," he teased, his fingers tracing a soothing pattern on your thigh. "But let's take it slow, okay?"

Leon's fingers trailed along the curve of your thigh, a gentle caress that sent shivers down your spine. "Have you ever... touched yourself before?" he asked softly.

Your breath caught in your throat at his question, the sensation of his touch combined with the intimacy of his inquiry making your heart race. "Um, well... yeah," you replied hesitantly, feeling the heat rising in your cheeks.

Leon's touch became even more tender, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin as he leaned in closer. "Tell me about it," he murmured, his voice low and husky with desire. "I want to know everything."

“I... I just use my fingers,” you confessed, feeling a little embarrassed by the simplicity of your answer. You found yourself rambling about the prices of sex toys and how impractical they seemed, but Leon's attention was elsewhere as he trailed his fingers down to your clothed heat.

With unabashed hunger, he traced his fingertips over the fabric shielding your wetness, sending shivers through you. He moved lower, his mouth finding your inner thighs, licking and biting gently, his breath hot against your skin.

As you continued to ramble with hitched breaths, Leon nodded along, occasionally responding with a thoughtful "hmm" here and there. His lips pressed against your clothed mound and his tongue piercing tracing circles over the fabric. Each teasing lick and swirling motion sent shivers coursing through your body.

“Leon, fuck,” you moaned, bucking your hips toward his face.

His lips curled into a wicked smirk as he slid down your underwear, revealing your glistening folds. His tongue darted out, flicking against your swollen clit while his hands moved to your hips, holding you in place.

Leon savoured the taste of your arousal, relishing how you quivered beneath him, desperate for more. His lips closed around your clit, sucking gently while his tongue worked in skilled motions. As your moans filled the room, he intensified his assault, his tongue delving deeper and applying more pressure.

“You’re mine,” he murmured against your slick folds, his voice filled with possessiveness. “My special sweetheart.” With a playful yet firm touch, he lightly slapped your clit, eliciting a gasp from you.

Your breath hitched at Leon's possessive words and instinctively, wrapped your legs around his head, pulling him closer and squeezing them together in response. The sensation of his tongue and lips working so intimately against you, combined with the pressure of your thighs around him, heightened the intensity of your pleasure.

“Leon!” you babbled his name like a prayer as he worked his tongue on you. Each flick and swirl of his tongue made you tremble, the overwhelming sensation almost too much to bear. Your hands gripped the sheets, knuckles white, as you surrendered to him.

Lost in the intensity of the moment, Leon started to grind himself against the mattress. His sweatpants strained against his growing erection. He could feel the dampness of his pre-cum soaking through the fabric, each grind intensifying the need coursing through him. His cock strained painfully against the confines of his pants, desperate for release as he focused on bringing you to the edge of ecstasy.

Your breathing grew ragged, and you could feel the tightening coil of release building within you. Instinctively, your hands flew to his head, gripping his hair tightly as you arched your back, your body seeking more of his touch. The sharp tug made Leon grunt, a deep, guttural sound vibrating against your sensitive flesh. 

Despite the pain, he refused to relent, his determination evident in the way he continued to devour you. His hands gripped your hips, holding you firmly in place as his tongue and lips worked with relentless precision, pushing you closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy, refusing to let you go.

Finally, with a shuddering gasp, you surrendered to the overwhelming waves of pleasure crashing over you like a tidal bliss. Leon held you through it all, refusing to let you go until you were utterly undone beneath him, lost in the euphoria of the moment.

As you lay there, panting and trembling, Leon parted from your cunt, his chin and lips glistening with your release. He smirked, a wicked glint in his eyes, before tenderly kissing your clit. "You taste so sweet," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "I could devour you all night."

Your cheeks heated up due to his remarks, a turbulent rush of feelings that filled your senses with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. Under the intensity of his gaze, you quivered, feeling another desire surge through you again.

Leon leaned back, his eyes never leaving yours as he spat on your cunt, the warm liquid mixing with your own arousal. He clumsily peeled off his sweatpants, revealing his hard, straining cock. He positioned himself between your legs, pushing your thighs together to create a tight, plush space.

With a low groan, Leon began to stroke himself between your thighs, the friction against your slick skin sending jolts of pleasure through him. Each thrust caused his piercing to occasionally bump against your clit, sending thrilling shocks through your body and making you gasp with the unexpected sensation.

“Oh, fuck,” he muttered, his eyes fixated on the scandalous sight before him — the view of his reddened and swollen tip emerging from the clutch of your thighs. 

You were certain Leon would leave bruises on your thighs from the way he was gripping them. “I’m gonna... gonna—shit,” Leon whimpered, quickening his pace. His thrusts became urgent and forceful, driven by an insatiable hunger for release. The air was filled with the sound of your moans and the slap of skin against skin. He leaned over you, shifting into a mating press with your legs squished to your chest and his balls slapping against your ass.

With a few more thrusts, Leon succumbed to the pleasure, his body tensing as he spilt himself between your thighs and stomach. Waves of ecstasy washed over him, and he continued to move, riding out his orgasm with a mix of intense relief and satisfaction. His body trembled with aftershocks and his breathing erratic as he slowly descended from the high.

As Leon collapsed beside you, panting and spent, he realised that you hadn't come for the second time. He then shifted his position, propping himself up on one elbow as he glanced down at your flushed form. Seeing the need still evident in your eyes, he gently brushed his fingers over your slick folds, seeking out your swollen clit.

"Let me take care of you again," he cooed as he began to rub gentle circles over your sensitive bud. With each stroke, he felt your body respond, the tension building once more as you whimpered and writhed beneath his touch.

Leon focused entirely on bringing you to the peak of pleasure, his movements deliberate and precise as he pushed you closer to the edge. Your moans grew louder, and your hips bucked against his hand, signalling how near you were to release. With a shuddering gasp, you finally reached your climax. Leon’s grip was steady as you trembled beneath him, lost in the overwhelming euphoria.

He pressed a loving kiss to your forehead before slipping out of bed. "I'll be right back," he whispered, leaving the room momentarily to grab a warm, damp towel. Returning swiftly, he carefully wiped away the sweat and traces of cum from your skin.

Once he finished, he picked up your discarded sweater from the floor and slipped it over your shoulders, ensuring you were comfortable. You nestled into its warmth as Leon retrieved his own sweatpants and pulled them on.

Returning to your side, he asked softly, "Feeling better?"

You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips as you snuggled closer to him. "Yeah, much better. Thanks for taking care of me."

He smiled back, his eyes filled with affection, and gently massaged the nape of your neck. "How was the aftercare? It's my first time doing it."

You chuckled softly. "Honestly, I can't say much about it since I don't have any experience either."

Leon laughed, the sound warm and genuine. "Guess we're both new at this. Maybe I should include 'aftercare specialist' on my résumé."

You grinned, your eyes twinkling with amusement. "Yeah, but only if I get to be your reference."

He smirked, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Deal."

Pics are from pinterest and edited by: @roseglazedlens

Dividers by: @chachachannah

[idyllcy]

silver and gold - professor!leon kennedy x reader

Professor Kennedy is marri...ed?

Well, perhaps a better term would be pining. He's relatively young, a survivor of Raccoon City, and a PhD candidate, so professor is a term he tends to steer away from. So, it's unsurprising to find him blinking doe-eyed at another professor, questions spilling past his tongue at his peer who's studying a similar topic, desperate to understand more from his... friend?

The issue lies in the fact that the two match rings, pretty silver and gold on their respective hands, carving exactly the same as the two of them wander around campus with similar books and discuss similar topics, so many of Leon's students really wonder if he's married or one of you are just... oblivious.

You entertain his questions, and he entertains yours, and the two of you bump shoulders while walking across campus, your bag sometimes on Leon's shoulder as you click through your laptop.

It's a term of respect, though, to call Leon a professor is more about respect than formality.

So, some students get a little nosy, asking during office hours if he's dating you, to which he always responds no.

Because he's not dating you, he's married to you.

Not that his students need to know.

[sweets3rial]

the tutor in dorm 24B

inspired by this request

meantutor!re2!leon x fem!reader

summary: you have no choice but to go to your math professor for help in the class. unfortunately, he can't help you. but he knows a certain blonde that can, top of his class, perfect scores on everything, just the tutor for you.

tags: college!au, math/stats terminology, ooc leon, leon is an asshole, leon & reader have attitudes, dom!leon, slightly jealous leon, degrading kink, praise kink, leon talks you through it, smut, p in v, unprotected sex (use safety guys!), oral sex, cunnilingus, clit stimulation, teasing, etc.

word count: 9.8k 🧍‍♀️ (this shit long sorry)

math is horrible. you’ve never been bright in math, plus it isn’t fun. it’s only fun when you understand what you’re doing. especially statistics, which is a whole other level for math. there are symbols, very important definitions and strategies, formulas and techniques, very precise calculations and data.

you never understood what the teacher was writing up on the board when you’d step into lecture. he moved fast and spoke even faster, you’re hands would cramp trying to keep up with him and you’re notes were a jumbled mess.

even if you tried so hard, you just couldn’t understand. your mind was constantly running, like a hamster on a wheel though it was nonstop. it was the same schedule pretty much every day. you wake up, rush out of your dorm, race to class, get to class huffing and puffing, and you do this three more times for your other classes.

then after a long day of learning, you’re off to work at the cafe down the street. it’s a very famous cafe, especially with it being so close to campus. convenient for students who needed work and wanted a nice coffee.

after work, you’d go back to your dorm on the brink of passing out, but of course, you had to study.

it was a constant look, a constant cycle that seemingly never broke until summer break. your days were starting to blend together and you were slowly driving yourself insane. at one point, you put stats at the back of your mind since you were so focused on an essay for your english class.

little did you know that you’d pay for that in the future. you missed one class, one lecture - and it seemed like you missed a whole semester.

you went to class the next day, after turning in that very important essay, and you were completely lost. you tried talking to your classmate about what the professor was talking about but she was just as lost as you.

if you thought stats was hard before, it’s even harder now. you looked over your notes from before, trying to correlate those to the ones now. though, nothing made sense.

that led you to where you are now. a week later, still very much lost, and you’re grade dropping with every single assignment.

you toyed with the drawstring of your sweats, blinking your dry eyes and nibbling at the dry skin of your lip. you were trying so hard to stay awake as your professor scrolled through your grades. his eyes were squinted and his knuckles pressed to his lips.

he had a pensive look on his face, looking from your scores and back to you.

you could practically read his mind. it was embarrassing and shameful. he took off his glasses with a sigh and turned his chair to face you.

“you were doing really good in the beginning but after chapter three i mean,” he paused gesturing his head over to the computer where the D’s and F’s lined up like a pattern.

“what happened? chapter three was so long ago why didn’t you reach out?”

you never understood why some professors didn’t take students' lives into consideration. some professors think that students have no life while others are very considerate. this professor wasn’t one of those professors.

he didn’t understand why his students couldn’t understand his material or why people asked stupid questions. even though, at the beginning of the semester he mentioned:

‘even stupid questions are good questions’

then when that stupid question is asked. he sits there with a disappointed look on his face and quite literally embarrasses that student in front of everyone. which is why, you don’t ask questions at all. you don’t want to be embarrassed, especially not in front of 30 other people.

“i’m sorry, my life has just been really hectic lately and-“ you rambled, running your hands over your face with a heavy sigh. until, of course, you were interrupted.

“no worries, i understand but,” he paused again, judging you with his eyes and completely ignoring the fact that you were on the brink of a mental breakdown. “you gotta reach out for help if you need it.”

even if you tried, it probably wouldn’t help. his teaching methods are like tough love. harsh but it’s supposed to teach you a lesson. spoiler alert, it never does.

he reached over for a pen and a sticky note and you watched him scribble down a few numbers and a name.

“i can’t really help you since my life is also hectic,”

alright, asshole. you’re the fucking professor you should be helping me. you said to yourself, never in your life did you want to slap someone so bad,

“but i can refer you to one of my top students.” he pushed the sticky note toward you. you picked it up and read the name at the top, his dorm number, and his phone number.

great, just what you needed a tutor.

you weren’t sure how exactly this ’top student’ was passing this class with flying colors and it was to the point your professor was impressed. which he never is and never was.

either this top student is sucking your professor's dick behind the scenes or is actually insane.

you read the name at the top as your professor began to speak.

“his name is Leon, he’s gotten perfect scores on every quiz and test, very smart and a decent kid,”

yup, Leon is definitely sucking this man's dick.

Leon’s contact info and his dorm room were written underneath his name. it was odd that he didn’t tutor in the library like the rest of the tutors did. though, given the fact he’d rather tutor in his dorm, he probably isn’t a tutor at all.

“i contacted him before our meeting today, he’s expecting you.

“oh, okay.” you nodded slowly, pocketing the small slip of paper. you weren’t so sure if you were comfortable being alone in a random dorm with some guy you’ve never met, but for the sake of your grade you were willing to do so.

you finalized your meeting with your professor and left his office even more unsatisfied than when you came. you were hoping he’d give you a run down on what you missed but instead, he completely dismissed you to his top student.

you left the building phone and slip of paper in hand, you weren’t sure if you should text him or not. ultimately, you decided it could wait. you were exhausted and maybe a small nap would be helpful rather than going to this guy's dorm where you probably wouldn’t learn jack shit.

—

Leon waited for you. he was told to expect you around the afternoon, so he canceled his plans with his friends, he went home to his dorm, tidied up, and put on a more suitable outfit. he never wanted to be a tutor it was tiring trying to teach someone something over and over again.

plus, he had doubt in his skills as well. he would be to blame if someone were to get a bad score or if they failed their exam.

but when his stats professor made a deal with Leon, he decided to take it. if he were to tutor you and possibly future students, he’d put in a good word with any police academy he wanted to join.

Leon wasn’t so sure how his professor would get that to happen but it was better than nothing at all.

so he waited, half an hour went by and then an hour and another. at this point, he was tired both physically and mentally. he sat leaned onto his desk with an elbow, tapping his pen against his notebook. it didn’t take long for him to catch the hint that you weren’t coming.

and just as he was about to strip his clothes to take a nap, there was a knock at his dorm door. his hands dropped at his sides and a sigh left his mouth, though he tried to maintain a calm act even though he was close to bursting into flames.

he was irritated, you were two hours late, he was already drained from a long day of sprinting around campus for his classes and he just got dumped not too long ago. he does not have time to be in a good mood.

albeit, he still opened the door with a smile.

“hi, you must be-“

“yes, i’m so so sorry! i know i was supposed to be here hours ago,”

Leon let out a small laugh, mumbling under his breath, “yeah, you were…”

unfortunately, you heard that part, and your heart dropped. at first glance, this guy looks like a sweetheart. he had a nice face, his cheeks a little round but his jaw very defined and sharp. his eyebrows were relaxed and a thick brown, and his dirty blonde hair was split down the side and a little long — the ends just touching the height of his cheekbones.

his lips were plump and a nice pink, glasses were perched up on his head and you guessed he was probably wearing them earlier.

his chin had a small indent, a little butt chin almost. he had two beauty marks on his throat, right on his adams apple, and a few small ones on his face.

he wore a basic dark blue sweater, even with the baggy fabric you could still tell his shoulders were nice and broad and he paired his sweater with basic grey sweats.

he was very attractive, tall, and muscular but that baby face was throwing you off. it wasn’t a bad thing, rather it was intriguing. how are you supposed to focus when there’s a very attractive man tutoring you? maybe your professor is secretly setting you up.

“oh god, i’m so sorry. i probably should’ve gotten your number from our professor,”

“uh no worries, just come in.” he said in a hurry, opening the door further for you. you nodded to him a thank you and stepped inside.

his dorm smelt of fresh mint and lemon, there was a hint of spice in the air as well. it was pretty warm, which made you guess the heater was on.

he shut the door behind you, walking past you as you stayed in the doorway to slip off your shoes. you took around the room for a second. his bed was up against the left side of the room, away from the sight of the door. dark midnight blue sheet, with a matching duvet and pillowcases.

underneath his bed were a bunch of bins, probably clothes and extra storage. against the back wall was his desk, piles of papers and different books were all stacked neatly at the side. the large window above the desk allowed a natural hue of light to cast down into the room, giving the room a pale yellow glow.

against the other wall was a dresser and closet. his room was very generic, with some posters and photos taped to the walls and a whiteboard with messy scribbles depicting his schedule for the week.

“so uh, how much did the professor tell you?” he asked, sitting at his desk chair and swerving around towards you and he lowered his glasses down to his eyes. you took a few steps further into his dorm, adjusting the tote bag on your shoulder.

“um he just said to meet you here and that you could help,”

“well no shit,” he scoffed, catching you off guard and sending a tense feeling through your muscles. “did he say what you needed help with? which chapter? which concept?” he asked and each time you shook your head like a dumbass.

“i’ve kind of been struggling the whole semester i just-“

“why didn’t you get help earlier?” Leon asked curiously, tilting his head to the side. unlike your professor, who seemed actually concerned this time. but that concern was probably for himself instead of you.

“i was embarrassed, i guess,” you shrugged.

he sighed, dropping his head and nodding his it up an down.

“okay well, uh please sit anywhere really uhh,” he got up from his desk chair and walked over towards the other corner of his dorm. there was another small chair in the corner, albeit a bit old, and he brought it over to his desk.

“sorry, i’m not used to visitors.”

“no worries,”

you sat down on his old chair and placed your tote bag into your lap as he opened up his computer. you watched as he brought his glasses up in front of his eyes and opened up the course page. “so uh, what did you need help with?”

his tone was harsh, almost like your professors. you felt intimidated by him, he was smart and quite rude.

“um well, everything?” your answer sounded more like a question, causing him to raise an eyebrow up at you.

“i’m sorry, i can’t help you with everything,” he spat, turning his shoulders towards you with one elbow on his desk. “give me specifics, like which chapter?”

“every chapter, it just isn’t making sense to me and i-“

a sigh left his lips and his shoulders slumped, you could practically hear the thoughts running through his head. “alright well, i can help you with the first chapter,” he said with a shrug.

you nodded along, reaching into your bag for your notes.

“the first chapter is pretty basic. basic terminology and techniques we use throughout the class, ‘kay?” he began, speaking with his hands as he went. you nodded at him, placing your notebook at the edge of his desk and writing down what he just said.

anything counts, anything you could get would help. you needed to get a good grade in this class, if you had to retake it for the credit it would be a disaster.

“it’s mostly the types of data, the collections of data, the types of sampling — and those are the basics.” his eyes flickered from his computer down towards your hunched figure. you were writing down every single word he spoke. you’d repeat his words to yourself in silent whispers.

then, as you finished writing, you looked up at him and waited for him to continue but he was left speechless. you really were desperate.

“tell me, do you know any of the terminology in chapter 1?” he asked, turning his full figure towards you. doing so, his knees were now touching yours. he didn’t miss the way you scooched back further in your chair to avoid his touch. cute.

“uh,” you hummed to yourself as you flicked through your notes and back to chapter one.

“no, no,” he stopped you, placing his hand over yours and bringing it back down into your lap. “tell me from memory, not from your notes.”

he watched you blink at him as if you were processing his words slowly, “uh yeah, i can do that.” you leaned away from his desk and your notes and faced him, your knees touching his again.

“i know sample versus population,”

“give me an example of both.” he cut you off again, leaning back into his chair and adjusting his hips.

“um, a population will be all the college students of our university but a sample would be just the engineer students,”

“good, at least you know that.”

you gave him a nervous laugh, a little more proud than you should be but his praise made you feel … good.

he continued to make you list what you know, making sure you knew every term by giving him real-life scenarios and every time you got it correct it was like a golden sticker was placed on your forehead. you were beginning to understand and, as ridiculous as it sounds, you were starting to have fun.

relating the different terms to real-life situations made it easy on you, rather than the unrealistic scenarios your professor gave you.

he let out a loud yawn and you caught a whiff of his minty breath, he’d been chewing on mint gum for the past hour now. throwing an old one away and popping in a new stick. you could tell he was getting tired, he was less responsive and blinking slowly.

“i think you should get some rest,” you told him. he looked over at you with a small ‘hm?’ before shaking his head, blonde hair sweeping over the bone of his brow and lips curling down into a frown.

“i’m fine,” he practically shouted out after another yawn, “let’s just finish it, ‘kay?”

“no, Leon, it’s okay we can continue another time.”

he stayed silent, his lips pursed as he looked down at your notes. gradually, his head began to bob up and down into a nod and another yawn left his mouth. this time, he stretched back, letting his sweater glide up slightly to reveal a sharp v-line and brown happy trail.

you quickly looked away and began to pack up your things, shoving your notebook and pencil case into your bag — not even bothering to shut or zip anything up.

“man, look at the time,” he said, lifting up his sleeve to reveal a black watch. “next time be on time, that way we have more time.” he smiled at you as you stood up.

you weren’t sure whether to take that as a friendly reminder or a warning but either way you nodded.

you made your way towards the door, slipping on your shoes and looking back at him to say goodbye. you expected him to still be seated at his desk or even going to lay on his bed. though, to your surprise, he was standing directly behind you.

hands stuffed in the pockets of his sweater.

“jesus!,” you jumped, “sorry, you surprised me.”

“uh, who else do you expect to lock the door behind you?”

you blinked up at him, again caught off guard. he was a little bipolar with his attitude, one minute he’s proud of you for getting something the next he’s making fun of you with his eyes.

“well, goodnight,” you said to him as you stepped out the door, he didn’t say anything else. he kicked the door closed and locked it the moment you stepped out.

you could feel your eye twitch, only if you could march back in there and beat the blue out of his eyes but he was just a tutor. just a few weeks of this and then you’ll never have to speak to him again.

-

“are you serious? we just went over this,”

“i’m sorry i blanked out,”

“no, you didn’t i was watching you giggle on the phone with that little boyfriend of yours,”

“first of all, why are you watching me? and second of all, i wasn’t on the phone with any boyfriend.”

he sighed, leaning back into his chair and crossing his arms over his chest. “i wasn’t stalking you, dumbass. your bright ass screen caught my attention and when i looked over voila it’s you.”

he leaned forward, pointing a finger at your face and squinting his eyes behind his glasses, “and who else would have you giggling like that in the middle of a lesson huh?”

to be honest, he didn’t like that you weren’t paying attention, it was more work on him because you always came crying to him about not understanding a topic. he didn’t necessarily hate tutoring you. sure, you guys had some fun times but it was beginning to become a part of his everyday life.

canceling plans on his friends, not going to the gym, and missing out on his personal time. his goal was to teach you and go over a chapter every week, it was working … slowly but surely.

“i saw a funny video, ‘kay?”

“wow, so you’re just sitting in class watching silly videos. no wonder why your brain is rotten.”

“hey, asshole, the professor wasn’t even talking about anything important. it was more about his dumbass grandkids,” you rebutted, grumbling your words toward the end of your sentence.

“if it wasn’t anything important, how come you don’t know what he just fucking talked about?” he said with a scoff.

you groaned and began to pack your things, you probably should’ve done this a long time ago. sure, Leon helps, but he belittles you in every way and it’s beginning to actually hurt. his rude comments and attitude.

he was like a hawk or a vulture, hovering over you every second of the day and then picking at you when you were alone. slowly tearing at your skin and ripping off flesh until he got to bone. he was always watching you.

you couldn’t go on your phone in class to check a text or even walk out early because he will know and will say something about it later. maybe it was time for another tutor.

“whatever, Leon. you’re not helping anymore.” you scoffed his way as you stuffed your computer into your bag.

“that’s where your wrong, your grades have been getting better, haven’t they?”

“what are you? my dad? you’re checking my grades now?”

only if he wasn’t so stupidly handsome, you would probably smack him across the face or maybe choke him out. there was something about Leon that you liked, unfortunately. he was intriguing, he knew so much about you but you didn’t know anything about him.

he wasn’t in the frat, thank god. he was smart and had a large group of friends. you always caught them hanging out in the private study rooms in the library, the ones they always made sure to book. they all would stay there and hang out like obnoxious fools.

it was rare to see Leon smile and laugh, he looked like a completely different person. his eyes gleamed differently and he had a specific glow around him. maybe the reason you saw him so much in public or outside of his dorm was because you looked for him.

you looked for him and that glow.

“i’m not, the professor told me.” he watched as you continued to pack, were you really leaving? was he too harsh? sometimes he was only ‘mean’ to you to elicit a reaction from you. it was cute to watch your jaw drop and your fingers twitch as if you wanted to hit him.

sometimes, you played along, insulting him back. it was amusing to watch your spark glow into a flame. he hated tutoring but he didn’t hate you.

“of course, you practically suck that man's dick during office hours,” you said to yourself but loud enough to let him hear.

“that’s hilarious,” he said, rubbing at his nose bridge where his glasses sat.

“you didn’t deny it.” you huffed turning to leave until you were, very abruptly, yanked back. his hand had wrapped around your wrist, holding you back from leaving.

you turned back to him, his head was tilted to the side and he silently motioned with his eyes towards your seat.

“sit, we’re not done.”

his tone sent chills up your spine but you still refused, only if he didn’t look so damn good.

“yes, we are.”

you yanked your wrist away from him but much to your prevail, that only prompted him to stand up, grab you by your hips, and push your right back down into your seat.

“no. we are not.”

you sat still, bag in your lap, eyes wide and lips shut. did he just…man handle you back into your seat?

he sat back down in his seat after you, rolling his jaw with a sniff. “where were we?”

you remained silent and still, you knew if you got back up to leave he’d only pull you back down into your seat. though, you would be lying if you said you didn’t like it. the minute his large hands fell onto your hips there was a burn that ran through you, and it wasn’t rage.

“what is variance?” he asked turning towards you.

“standard deviation squared,” you replied, very straight and mellow-toned.

a smile grew onto his lips, the blues of his eyes gleaming and his pearly white teeth slowly revealing from underneath his pink plump lips. “good, you’re getting the hang of it.”

ever since then, Leon was very comfortable with touching you and kind of controlling you. tugging you by your wrists, guiding you with his hand on the small of your back, touching your legs, or shoving you to get your attention.

you were slowly losing it. you couldn’t even think straight, he was such a distraction. his voice, his hands, his scent, everything. the way he dressed was always so casual but he always looked so good, basic sweats with graphic tees or a sweater.

glasses, hair sometimes a little messy. you noticed when he was very focused his tongue would stick out from the corner of his mouth, it was cute, to say the least. he’d scrunch his nose to keep his glasses up on his eyes, he rolled his ankle instead of bouncing his leg, and when he laughed.

it was boisterous and full of light. you never thought that you could make him laugh, even if he wasn’t laughing with you rather he was laughing at you.

-

“are you serious? it’s like you don’t retain anything at all, how did you even get accepted?”

that one kind of hurt but you were too focused on the brightness in his cheeks and his perfectly straight teeth.

“well the acceptance rate is pretty high so…” you shrugged turning back towards your notebook.

you kept on denying the fact that you very much had a crush. is it wrong to find someone attractive? no, not at all. it’s a regular thing to find people attractive, doesn’t mean you have a crush on them. but this … is different.

a month and a half in you were beginning to realize you very much had a crush on Leon. you were beginning to get used to him and he was getting used to you.

you looked forward to tutor sessions now, practically dropping everything to go and see him. you began putting on extra perfume and wearing your hair down rather than keeping it up.

you kept your attire casual, you didn’t want him to think that you were dolling yourself up for him. so pajama pants or sweats were your usual go-to.

little did you know, Leon noticed everything. he was keen to snuff people out. he could smell you from a mile away, that heavy fragrance of yours was slowly seeping into his clothes and his brain. even after months, everything you touched was beginning to smell like you.

he noticed how your makeup slowly became heavier and your hair was all nicely done for him.

to be frank, he was flattered. he hoped you were getting all dolled up for him and not the guy who constantly blew up your phone. who is he? is he a boyfriend? a relative? a crush? a friend? who is he?

Leon wants to know, who do you see throughout the day? who are your friends? what do you like? do you like him? do you hate him? every time he sees your face he just wants to know, who are you?

Leon sat at his desk, waiting for you. his hands were folded up to his mouth and his leg was bouncing anxiously. you’ve never been late, well except for that first day but other than that you were always on time. always.

the pillow you occasionally sat in your lap during these sessions was now in his lap. it smelt just like you. at first, he wanted to snatch it away from you the moment you put the pillow into your lap, hugging it against you and spreading your germs onto it.

but then, it was nice. it was your signature pillow, you looked for it every time you came over and placed it directly in your lap. now, he finds himself carrying it around or having it next to him while he sleeps. is that weird?

well, it was his pillow in the first place. what’s so wrong about having it in his bed? it’s comforting.

his eyes quickly flicked over when his phone screen lit up, he looked over at it quickly reading the notification. you texted him.

was something wrong? are you sick? do you no longer need tutoring?

he quickly unlocked his phone and read the message, the pillow now bunched up underneath his nose as he slowly inhaled and exhaled your heavy scent.

‘hey, might be running a little late today :/. there’s a lot of traffic.’

traffic? where are you coming from?

‘k.’

he kept his reply short and nonchalant even though his curiosity was close to killing him. he knew the semester was close to ending, meaning he wasn’t going to see you afterward. it’s a big campus, so many buildings and so many students. he rarely sees you.

though, he catches a glimpse of you in the library, walking and talking with your friends. in the lunch hall, always getting the same drink from the vending machines and leaving in a hurry as you typed away at your phone.

you told him you had no boyfriend, but maybe you were lying to him. maybe it’s because he wasn’t a close friend of yours. that’s right, he’s just a tutor — not a friend or a love interest in your eyes.

he sat there longer than he anticipated, he didn’t realize how long he had been sitting until there was a knock on the door. he stood up, tossing the pillow in his lap aside onto his bed and rushing to the door. almost tripping over the clothes and mess that sat on his floor.

shit, he forgot to clean. he kicked the mess aside as he made his way to the door. kicking it under his bed mostly. he almost tripped on one of his shoes, letting out a small cuss before stumbling more towards the door.

the chaos behind the door caused you to furrow your brows.

“Leon? you good?”

“yeah! hold on!” he shouted out. you nodded slowly, itching at your ankle with the tip of your shoe.

Leon looked down at his attire, week-old sweats and a white sweatshirt with oil stains on it.

he turned away from the door quickly and silently ran back into his room, he needed clean clothes and he hadn’t done laundry all week. he didn’t have time, all because he was too busy thinking about you.

he quickly threw his sweatshirt off, taking the glasses off his head in the same swift movement. now he was just a mess, feeling around his bed for his glasses like Velma from Scooby Doo. all while his sweats were halfway on his legs.

“shit, shit,” he muttered to himself and he almost sighed with relief as he finally found his glasses and a clean, well decently clean, sweatshirt.

he rushed over to the door, sweat sticking to his hairline and very much out of breath. when he swung it open he was met by you looking down at your phone, texting someone once again. you looked up at him with a smile.

“what were you doing in there, huh? hiding a girl from me?” you taunted with a smile. he took notice of your outfit once you stuffed your phone away, a small wine-red top paired with some baggy jeans. you had a nice pendant necklace on, hanging right between the swell of your breasts, and cute little bracelets all up your wrists.

your makeup was done nicely, same with your hair. you were very very pretty today. you always were. but who did you look pretty for today?

“don’t be an idiot,” he scoffed, stepping sideways and letting you inside. you chuckled to yourself, finishing up your text to your friend before your phone was miraculously snatched from you.

“no phones tonight.” he snapped at you, taking a sneaky peek at your text convo. it wasn't a guy, it was a friend who was a girl. you two were speaking about a house party and tutoring. he lifted an eyebrow and looked down at you, he was completely ignoring your small grumbles of complaints.

“you were at a house party before this?”

“nosy much!” you snapped as he shut your phone off and stuffed it away into his pocket.

“answer the question,” he sighed like a disappointed parent.

“yes, i was and i ditched it to be here. with you.” you finalized.

he wasn’t gonna lie, the last part of your sentence sends electricity through his veins. you ditched fun to be here. not for tutoring. not for your grade. but to be here with him. he had no words, he was just frozen in place not sure of what to say or do.

“um, no phones today no distractions. midterm is coming up and i don’t want you to fail,” he said, clearing his throat. he shut the door softly and locked it. he turned to face you, taking off your shoes with a pout.

“aw, you care about my score?”

he rolled his eyes, shoving past you with another scoff. “yeah because your score reflects my tutoring.”

"and here i thought you hated tutoring,"

"i do, hurry up and get inside."

you smiled up at him, walking further into his room and instantly looking for your pillow. it wasn’t in its usual spot but you found it on top of his bed. his very tall bed. you jumped up, half of your body on the bed and your legs dangling off the floor.

you outstretched your arm for your his pillow. it was just at your fingertips but still out of reach. why did his bed have to be so big?

Leon watched you struggle for a bit, amused at how hard you were working just for a pillow. he also took this chance to admire how good you looked, almost perfect. bent over the edge of his bed, shirt riding up to reveal more of your back.

he couldn’t help but imagine you in this position but in different circumstances. his hands on your waist, bodies sticky and sweaty, hips rocking against one another.

he was quickly shaken out of his trance when you hit him in the face with the pillow.

“let’s get this over with, my friends are expecting me back in two hours.”

he cleared his throat and nodded with a small, “yeah.” his voice cracking in between.

it was hard to focus, he couldn’t stop looking your way. he couldn’t dismiss the burn that flew through him every time your knees touched his. he couldn’t form a sentence when your eyes would lock with his as you patiently waited for him to teach you something else.

almost like a dog waiting for a fucking treat.

the mascara on your lashes made your lashes pop more, shiny gloss on your lips, and the blush on your cheeks was nice and bright — but not too obnoxious. what was obnoxious though was your top, so dangerously low and that pendant hitting the fat of your breasts with every movement.

you were speaking to him but his eyes were focused on your pendant necklace. you took notice of it, stopping midsentence and looking down towards your necklace that he was so focused on.

“who’s the one distracted now?” you chuckled, taking out the pendant from your shirt and showing it to him.

“where’d you get it from? a boyfriend?” he asked out of nowhere. even his own words caught him off guard. he didn’t mean to ask that last part but it has been on his mind forever.

“Leon, how many times do i have to tell you?” you sighed out, leaning back into your chair and crossing your legs. “i don’t have a boyfriend.”

“then who is currently blowing up your phone?” he asked, motioning down to your phone constantly buzzing in his pocket.

“my friends,” you said with a shrug.

“i don’t believe it.”

“well, you should.”

“what could they possibly want to talk about?”

“you,” you said, looking from your phone lighting up in his pocket then back up at him.

you watched his eyebrow raise in confusion and he tilted his head to the side once again in disbelief. but you nodded slowly leaning towards him.

“they think you’re hot,”

“oh really?”

“yes, really.”

he scooted closer to you, both of his meaty thighs now trapping yours. his pupils dilated as he looked into your own. instantly, your palms began to sweat. you crossed your arms over your chest, subconsciously trying to shoo away the goosebumps rising onto your skin.

“what do you think then?” he asked, his voice low and his eyes flickering down to your lips and staring there.

“of?” you answered with another question.

“you think i’m hot?” he was inching closer closer, surely this was another way to tease and taunt you. even so, your heart was beating out of your chest and you were shrinking away from him.

“mmm not really, you’re kinda ugly.” you lied. that was the biggest lie you’ve ever said out loud. you haven’t even admitted your little crush to your friends. you were denying it to your core but right now with him so close like this, his breath fanning against yours and his hands placed on either side of your chair — you were ready to give up.

“liar.”

“not a li-“

before you could say anything else, his lips were on yours. soft plump and warm. wet from the amount of times he’s licked over them with a hint of mint from his gum. you kissed him back, leaning forward to press your lips against his even more.

your entire body lit up, you could feel your knees grow weak and the butterflies in your stomach felt more like a wildfire. with every smack of your lips, there was another spark and more of that fire spread.

his hands found your waist, tugging you up off your chair and towards him. you accepted his instruction quickly and obediently. he pulled you into his lap, hands moving from your waist and towards your hips.

his thumbs rubbed at your skin, calloused fingertips colliding with your soft skin. hot and gentle. you moaned onto his lips, tilting your head to the side and bringing your hands from his shoulders and towards the nape of his neck.

shivers ran through him at your touch, the cold sweat on your fingertips and your manicured nails scratching at his scalp.

he ran his hot tongue along your bottom lip and you welcomed him. tongues finding each other in a heated and passionate battle. you moaned at the minty taste on his tongue practically melting into him.

his hands found the small of your back, pressing you closer to him until you could practically feel his heart beating against yours.

he reached down into his pocket, bothered by your buzzing phone. he threw it to the side and onto his desk, he couldn't care less where it landed, he was more focused on you. your gloss stuck to his lips, it tasted fruity like cherries and he could taste the smallest twinge of rum on your tongue.

he pulled away, one hand grabbing the back of your neck to keep you in your place, “drinking and driving, huh?”

you rolled your eyes, rolling your hips down into his, “it was just one shot.”

you kissed him again, feverishly. you were hungry and desperate, you never wanted someone so bad. even if he made you feel like shit, pretty privilege at its finest. you didn’t care if he tugged and shoved you around like a damn rag doll, it was hot.

you didn’t care if he insulted you, part of you really fucking liked it.

he kept his lips on yours as he let his hand run down underneath the curve of your ass and the other guided your thigh around his waist. he stood up taking you with him, your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms wrapped around his neck.

you held him close, both of you kissing at a slow and deep pace. in all truth, you didn’t think Leon was interested in you in the slightest but judging from the way his hands traveled all over your body you were very very wrong.

his hands reached up beneath your top, feeling for your bra clasp but he was surprised to find none. you smirked against his lips.

“no bra, fuck that’s hot.” he sighed against your lips, copying your smirk.

he threw you down against his bed, watching your hair splay out around your head like a halo. your lip gloss was ruined, smeared all over your mouth and your lips were now plump and glossy with his spit.

you looked up at him, the fire behind your eyes and adrenaline running through every vein in your body. you propped yourself up onto your elbows, slowly scooching away from him as he crawled towards you.

his hands on either side of your frame, icy blue eyes staring right into yours. his lips were now swollen and pink, some of your lipgloss smeared all over his mouth.

“where you going?” he taunted, a certain tone in his voice. his hands reached for the hem of his sweatshirt, quickly pulling it over his head and throwing it to the side along with the rest of his clothes. you scanned your eyes up and down his built figure, who knew he was so muscular.

underneath all those sweatshirts and loose tees was a greek god. chiseled muscle and wide shoulders, his arms were thick and looked as if they could kill. no wonder he could throw you around like you weighed nothing. he was built like a fucking tank.

your eyes trailed down to the happy trail, you witnessed now and then. sharp v-line, light brown hair with a single vein running down.

his hand wrapped around your ankle, tugging you down the bed until his face hovered over yours. “my eyes are here,” he told you before placing his lips on yours. your hands ran up his arms and up to his shoulders, you sunk your nails into his skin creating little pink crescents.

one of his hands kept him up while the other worked with the button of his jeans. the minute he got the metal button off, he was tugging them down your thighs and you helped by lifting your hips for him.

he kissed the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, and then your jaw. his kisses were wet and slow, his fingers playing with the hem of your panties.

“god, you’re beautiful,” he whispered in your ear, kissing your lobe. your body shook with excitement every time he touched you, your body immediately responding to any of his calls. you were under his control and his command.

“i need you,” you whispered to him.

“shh shh, how about this?" he shushed, removing his glasses and then throwing them onto his desk.

he smirked at his own idea, loving the sound of what plan just popped up into his head.

" if you get these answers correct you’ll get what you want, ‘kay?”

you threw your head back against his pillow, whining his name. he swatted your ass as a warning as he traveled down your neck with opened-mouthed kisses, “i’ll stop.”

“no! okay, okay.” you exclaimed. he smiled against your collarbone, sinking his teeth into your skin as his hand traveled up the sheets to play with the hem of your top.

“give me five different ways to collect data,” his hand traveled underneath your shirt, his thumb finding your perky nipple and swiping over the bud slowly. you shivered at his warm touch, your brain melting and your mouth opening into a silent moaning.

“answer me, baby.”

“um surveys, experiments,” you began, trying to focus on his question rather than his touch. he pinched your nipple, rolling it between his fingers as his knee slotted between your legs and pressed against the gusset of your soaked panties.

he applied just the right amount of pressure and friction to your clothed cunt, earning him a small moan.

“an observational study,”

“good good,” he praised, lifting up your top and bunching it above your breasts. he watched them spill out and bounce, “so pretty, baby. give me two more.” he placed a soft kiss over your hard nipple and watched your body squirm for him.

“focus groups and- fuck and sampling,” you whined, arching your back towards him.

he grinned down at you, one hand cupping your left tit while the other stroked your cheek. “good job.”

he placed another hot kiss over your nipple, dragging his teeth ever so slowly over your hot skin.

this was killing him more than it was killing you. but he just loved teasing you, the excitement in your body, the hunger in your eyes, and the desperation in your voice. he loved having control over you.

“what’s the formula for a z-score?”

“Leon!”

he swatted your thigh as a warning, “say it.”

you pursed your lip, watching him place small kisses around your areola, purposefully avoiding your sensitive nipples.

“x minus x bar-“

“do it correctly,”

“sample size minus the mean, divided by the standard deviation!” you whined out.

he rewarded you by taking your nipple into his mouth, harshly sucking and dragging a long whine out of you.

you’ve never been so sensitive before but he was bringing everything out of you. your hips began to grind down against his knee, the smallest amount of pressure against your clit was all you needed. you were aching for him, clenching around absolutely nothing and dripping into the gusset of your panties.

his hand was splayed over your stomach, his thumb playing with the hem of your lace panties. his lips left your nipple with a pop and he looked up at you whilst biting down on his bottom lip.

“if the mean is more than the median,” he began kissing down the valley of your breasts. “how does the graph skew?”

you couldn’t focus, your brain was mush and you were very lightheaded. you couldn’t breathe and you were aching for him worse and worse every coming second. you tried to go over his question but every kiss he placed on your skin was a distraction.

“come on, baby you got it.” he said, now completely in between your legs. his hands were running up and down your thighs, keeping them at either side of his head. he placed a wet kiss on your inner thigh, sucking and then dragging his teeth over the small hickey.

your hips bucked up and your legs began to shake, “Leon, i don’t know.”

“i know you do, baby. come on,” he hummed against the skin of your thigh. the smell of your pussy was making him dizzy, it was right in front of him and god he needed it so bad. he could see how wet you were, just for him.

he wanted to rip these pretty lacy panties right off of you and devour your pussy whole, but he wanted to wait. he wanted to wait until you were at your limit, he wanted to watch your eyes roll back when you finally got what you both wanted.

“um, it skews right!”

he smiled against your inner thigh, placing a kiss on your abdomen and then moving your panties to the side. his cock jumped at the sight of your cunt right in front of his eyes, dripping wet and quivering just for him.

“answer this next question right and i’ll let you cum, ‘kay?” he said placing a kiss over your swollen clit.

“fuck!” you moaned out, hands reaching for his blonde strands.

“what is the empirical rule? and what does every single one of them mean?” he asked, prodding his tongue at your hole. his breath was hot against your clit, your whole body was shaking to the point you couldn’t take it.

“Leon, i-“ you stammered out with a tear running down your temple and into your hair.

“come on, we just went over this yesterday.”

“i can’t,”

he gathered a glob of spit onto his tongue before spatting it against your pussy, watching it drip from the hood of your clit and over your fluttering hole. “yes, you can.” he egged on.

“it’s mmm,” you pursed your lips and squinted your eyes close, you just needed to think and avert your attention away from him. “68% falls um one standard deviation of the mean,” your statement was more like a question.

he confirmed your answer by flattening his tongue over your slit and languidly licking upwards. he moaned at your taste, practically drunk on your pussy already. he shut his lids and let his eyes roll to the back of his head.

“95% is two and 99.7% is three!” your voice raised a few octaves as the languid strokes of his tongue became faster.

he was done testing you, for now. right now, he’s focused on making you cum all over his face. his arms wrapped around each of your thighs, holding you close to his mouth as he got to work. his thumb went to find your clit, rubbing small slow circles around your swollen nub.

“oh god,” you sighed out. his tongue prodded at your dripping cunt, messily lapping up at your juices mixed with his saliva. you arched your back, your fingers digging into his scalp both pushing him away and pulling him closer.

he applied more pressure to your clit, his tongue plunging in and out of your hole shamelessly. wet and sloppy sounds filled the room along with the sound of your messy moans and chants of his name.

“fuck, so good.” he moaned to himself, completely focused on your pleasure even if his hips were grinding into his sheets. he could cum just like this, to the sounds of your moans and the taste of your cunt.

he couldn’t wait to fuck you, to feel the warmth of your walls suck him in, and the sound of your moans directly in his ear. but he needed to be patient, he needed to reward you for doing so good in class.

he picked up his pace, taking turns fucking his tongue into you feverishly and sucking on your clit. your legs shook around him, thighs clamping around him and keeping him locked in place.

“yes, Leon! i’m close,” you moaned out, drool gathering at the corner of your lips and more tears spilling from your eyes. he kept his pace, not moving faster or slower but he just applied the smallest pressure against your clit that sent you over the edge.

you cried out, arching your back and curling his sheets into your fist. with your release, stars danced behind your vision and every muscle in your body contracted and then relaxed. he eased you down from your high, sucking at your clit lightly and drawing circles over the bone of your hip.

he looked up at you, lips swollen and slick with your release. he placed a kiss on your abdomen with a grin plastered across his cheeks.

his blonde hair stuck to his forehead sweaty and hair disheveled all because of you.

“you did so good,”

your whole body was worn out, your eyes shut ready to pass out but he wasn’t done. he tugged your panties down your legs, keeping them scrunched in his fist.

“i’m not done testing you baby,” he said placing a kiss on your cheek.

“Leon, please,”

he ignored your pleading working himself out of his sweats. you caught a peep of a dark grey splotch in his sweats, either from when he had his knee placed against your heat or his dripping tip.

“get this question right and i’ll fuck you, got it?”

you nodded excitedly, biting down on your bottom lip. you watched his cock spring out and god was he pretty. tip swollen and red, veins running up his girth, thick and long. god, of course, he was big.

“words, baby. i need words.”

“yes, yes, okay!” you snapped at him, very obviously sexually frustrated. he didn’t like your tone so he slapped your clit with the tip of his cock, sending a shock wave through you.

“watch your tone, i don’t have to fuck you, i don’t have to give you a second orgasm,” he grabbed your chin harshly and tugged your head up to face him, “understand?”

“yes,” you croaked out.

he placed a kiss on your lips, letting you get a taste of your juices still on his tongue.

he ran the tip of his cock through your folds, his shoulders tensing up and his hand twisting in his own sheets. it was taking everything in him to be patient.

“how do you find the three quartiles?” he asked, pressing his tip against your fluttering cunt. you opened your mouth to answer but nothing came out but a weak moan. he watched you closely, not breaking any eye contact.

his pupils were blown out, only leaving a halo of his blue irises.

“please,” you croaked out.

“come on baby, you got this.”

you gulped down a lump, getting rid of the dryness in your throat. “the first quartile is the 25th percentile,” you answered weakly.

he pressed his tip into your dripping cunt, hissing at how your pussy was practically ready to suck him in. your breath hitched at the stretch and a tear ran down your temple, he kissed it away, leaning his forehead against yours.

“keep going baby, you got this.”

“the second is the- the median. 50th percentile, the third quartile minus the first,” you rambled, looking up into his eyes as he nodded his head.

“good, good,” he moaned out, giving you just a few more inches of his cock.

“the third one is 75th percentile,”

with your final and last answer, he thrust his cock all the way in, until his tip was kissing your cervix. you sucked in a shaky breath, your thighs shaking as you adjusted to his size. he kept his tip pressed against your cervix, stroking your thigh with his large hand.

“s- so big, fuck,” you whined out, walls fluttering around his girth.

“shh shh, take it. take it.” he whispered close to your lips.

“lower fence versus upper fence, quickly.” he was struggling to stay still, he was torturing both you and himself. you choked back a sob. you could feel his cock pulsing inside of you and god you couldn’t even think.

“lo- lower fence is the first quartile, mmm,” you moaned out.

“come on,”

“first quartile minus one point five times the IQR,”

he sighed out against his lips, grinding his hips into yours earning him a whiny moan from your quivering lips. “one more baby,”

“upper fence is, shit, it’s the third quartile plus one point five times the IQR.”

he was done.

he pulled out and then thrusted straight back in, your whole body convulsed. every tense muscle in your body relaxing the moment he thrusted his cock back into you. he cupped your cheek, bringing your lips to his. he kissed you hungrily, invading your mouth with his tongue, moaning at the taste of you.

his hips continued to snap into yours, bullying his cock into you with no remorse. each thrust of his cock stroked at your g-spot and your body would jolt from the force.

“been waiting to do this forever,” he spoke into your mouth. “fuck, you’re so beautiful,”

you moaned out his name, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing him closer to you. his hands reached back towards your top, tugging it over his head and throwing it off the side.

he was quick to cup your breast, slotting your nipple between your two fingers and then slamming his lips against yours. you scratched down his back helplessly, the fresh polish on your nails chipping and blood seeping through the cuts you were giving him.

you couldn’t focus on anything else but him, not only did you really like him but he was also fucking you so good. his pace was perfect, his touch was intoxicating and his lips were hot.

there was a ring of white forming around the base of his cock, lewd noises spilled from both of your lips as you both found yourselves inching closer and closer to your highs.

your kiss grew sloppy and his pace quickened, “this pussy ’s so good, fuck,” he groaned out, moving the hand from your breast towards your clit.

your whole body shook once his two fingers began to draw figure eights around your clit. the slow pace of his fingers contrasting with the fast pace of his thrusts.

“god, look at you,” he breathed out, “all fucked out on your tutor's cock, huh?”

you couldn’t reply, only croaking out a moan of his name.

“fucking whore, came here for math help now look at you,”

his words only added to the tension in your abdomen, the burn in your stomach getting hotter and hotter.

“i’m gonna cum,”

“go ‘head baby, cum all over my cock,” he said, placing a kiss on the corner of your lips.

you whined out, chasing his lips for another kiss but he denied you with a shake of his head.

“i wanna hear you,”

you looked into his eyes, seeing a reflection of yourself in his glossy eyes. mascara smudges, lipgloss gone, hair a mess. all because of him.

“fuck!” you moaned out, wrapping your legs around his waist and throwing your head back. he was quick to guide your head to face him, he kept his eyes locked on yours watching your pupils dilate as you came undone.

your walls fluttered around his cock, clenching down as your orgasm hit you like a heavy wave. he pulled out quickly, finishing himself off with heavy and breathy moans.

you watched as he came. thick, white ropes of cum decorating your stomach and abdomen. his abs tensed up with each spurt of cum and his hips still bucked up.

he let out a final breath into the crook of your neck. both of your bodies shook against each other, hot, sticky with sweat and cum.

he leaned up out of the crook of your neck looking into your eyes and you watched as they gleamed, such a rare light in his eyes but you were glad you were able to see it.

he pressed his lips to yours, this time it was slow and deep. there wasn’t any hunger or lust, just pure passion.

“i’m sure you won’t fail that test,”

(divider creds to @saradika ,, photos off of pinterest & photo of leon from @/laughingwallaby on twitter)

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Twist My Desire

Pairing: Professor!Leon x Fem!reader

Tags: Pregnancy, Pregnancy Kink, Lactation Kink, Vaginal Sex, Pregnant Sex, Creampie, Spanking, slight degradation, Love Confessions, Porn with Feelings, birth of child, labor, Vaginal Fingering

Summary: You and Leon prepare for the arrival of your baby. As your belly grows, so does Leon's hunger for you.

A/D: So, I was informed that my previous fic wasn't showing up in the tags and one possible explanation for that could be the little poster I make for each fic. They're too much fun to make so I'm going to keep making them but post separately for now to see if this one actually shows up in the tags. AO3 will get a banner poster :)

Twist Me series: Part I, Part II, Part III

“I'm pregnant!” you shout with delight after bursting into Leon's office as he's grading exams at his desk. You grip the pregnancy test in your hand and hold it high in the air.

Leon’s head snaps up, his eyes widening and his eyebrows high. His mouth slowly curls into a proud smile. He rises from his chair and saunters over to you. His hands grip your hips and pull you possessively into his chest. He gingerly takes in your scent, nuzzling his face into your soft hair, inhaling gently. “Good girl,” he purrs, his voice dripping with affection as his hands delicately rub your body. “Mine. All mine.” His lips drop to your neck. He plants tender kisses to your delicious skin while his hands slide up your shirt, caressing your waist. His fingertips graze your still flat tummy. He coos against your neck, “my baby.” His mouth captures yours, a heated coupling of your lips. 

Your arms slide around his neck as you return his passionate kiss. You can feel his thick cock growing hard and pressing against your lower abdomen. The featherlight touch sends powerful bolts of desire straight to your core. You hear him chuckle darkly as he feels the heat radiating from you. He knows you want him just as much as he wants you right now. 

“Fuck…I need to fuck you. My slutty girl’s got me so fucking hard…” he growls and starts lifting your shirt. “Now that I know my baby is inside you…fuck, I won't be able to stop myself.”

You moan in anticipation, your breaths sharply quickening. Your pussy thrums with raw need, aching to feel his length fill you.

He tears your bra off, next, then takes your breast in his mouth, fondling the other with his hand. He groans hungrily. “Can't wait to drink from these delicious tits. Is my good little slut gonna let her professor drink her sweet milk?”

Your head lolls backward and you moan loudly, “uh huh…” You arch your back, pressing your tits harder to his face.

He groans in response. “Good girl. Such a good little slut.” He sucks on your plushy tits while he pulls your pants down. He quickly unzips his own and frees his erect cock. He lifts you and pins you to the door to his office, tugging your panties to the side and sliding his dick into your tight, wet core. He grunts out a deep moan. His cock head knocks on the entrance to your womb, sending shockwaves of pleasure and pain through you. He wraps your legs around his waist, pushing you harder against the solid wood door. 

He begins slow, yet hard thrusts. The door rattles with the movement and you wonder if there's anyone in the hallway to hear. Those worries quickly dissipate as his dick hits your g-spot. Electricity surges through your body as an orgasm crashes over you faster than you thought. You grunt and moan as your walls tighten. 

“Fuck yeah! Cum for me, baby girl. Cream my cock. God, you're so fucking hot. You like being knocked up by me, don't you? You love that you're my little slut carrying my baby.” His thrusts become more rapid and his lips latch on to your neck again, sucking hard, marking you, making sure everyone knows that you're taken. “You're mine, sweetheart. You're fucking mine and I'm never fucking letting you go.” He fucks you harder, faster, your own essence beginning to leak down onto his balls. 

“Ohhh,” you draw out in a moan, pleasure spiking in your body again. 

“Gonna cum again for me, baby girl? Gonna cream my cock with your slutty, little pussy?” He chuckles darkly and reaches one hand down to rub your oversensitive clit. You're near combusting…how is it so easy to cum again?

You gasp, another rapturous orgasm tearing through you. He keeps up his torturous pace, rubbing your clit even faster and thrusting harder against your g-spot. You scream, feeling the rush of warm fluid squirting out of your cunt and all over him. “Fuck!” You cry out. 

“Fuck yes baby, squirt all over me! Soak my fucking cock!” He thrusts inside you once more, cumming deep within your walls, spraying himself all over your cervix. He moans. “Ahhh…fuck…fuck yes…take my fucking cum like a good little slut.” He holds you still as the last of his seed spills into you, only letting you down once he knows he's filled you to his satisfaction. He groans and kisses you passionately. “Mmm gonna keep my good girl full of my cum all the time. Don't care if you're already pregnant.” He pecks your lips once more, then crouches down to kiss your belly. “Daddy's gonna take care of you, little one,” he whispers.

You smile lovingly at him, blushing at his tender gesture toward your unborn child. “I love you,” you blurt out before you can think. Your eyes widen and you hope against hope you didn't say it loud enough for him to hear. 

But he did. Leon freezes, each word you just spoke piercing his heart one at a time. His eyes slowly turn up from your belly that carries your precious cargo to your red face. He takes his time rising up, his hands gliding up your soft body as he goes. He inhales, taking in your delicious scent once more. When he's fully standing up straight, he cups your face and looks deeply into your eyes; you couldn't turn away from him if you wanted. For a while he just stares, your souls peering into each other. You've never felt more connected to him, more at peace. 

“I can't fucking breathe without you, sweetheart,” he confesses, giving each word its deserved time and emphasis. He presses his lips firmly to yours. “I fucking love you more than my own goddamn life.” He continues his heated kiss, his tongue massaging your mouth. 

Leon hardly lets you out of his sight from then on. As the months pass, your belly swells more and more. Leon struggles harder and harder to keep his hands off you, fucking you every chance he gets. You hardly know what it's like to be free of his cum anymore. He rubs and kisses your belly constantly, whispering to his baby as it grows inside you. “Daddy can't wait to meet you, little one,” he coos. 

The summer and your due date are approaching quickly. You’re still working in the library and one day, you're returning rented books to their places when a few bring you up to the stacks, way back in the reference section. Thankfully, your attire is one of the few things not impeding your mobility. With the summer heat, you choose a loose fitting maternity dress, light and flowy. You still huff a little, your legs working for two. You arrive in the back of the library on the second floor. Needing to catch your breath, you let go of the cart carrying the books and sit in one of the arm chairs. You gently rub your belly, taking deep breaths. “You're getting heavy, kid,” you whisper between huffs. 

You feel gentle hands on your shoulder from behind you. “Hey there, sexy,” you hear Leon's buttery soft baritone voice purr. His hands travel down and rub your body delicately, squeezing your breasts with a gentle tenderness. Then, he caresses your round belly and presses his lips to your neck.

You let out a soft moan and reach your hand up behind you to tangle your fingers into his hair. 

His hand slides further down and pulls the skirt of your dress up. “Tell me, gorgeous, are you wet for me?” He nibbles on your earlobe, his warm breath tickling your sensitive skin. His fingers rub your wet folds through your panties, finding them damp already. He chuckles quietly. “I knew it. Still such a good little slut for me. Carrying my child and still so fucking hot for my cock. You need me to fill you again, don't you, sweetheart?” He finds your clit, rubbing it tenderly and making you even more wet. 

“Ohhh…yes! Please!” You beg, rolling your hips to grind your cunt against his expert fingers.

Leon hums his approval. “Mmm such a cock hungry little slut.” He grabs your hand and helps you stand then gently bends you over the chair, making sure your swollen belly doesn't press against anything. He runs his hands along your body, marveling at the beauty: the love of his life, carrying his child; his child. There's a piece of him inside you and he knows you're his forever. No one else's. No one else will ever feel the sweet curves of your body like he does, feel your hot pussy cum like he does. He runs his hands along your belly, gently caressing his child through your womb. “God, you're so fucking sexy with my baby inside you. I think I'm gonna have to knock you up again, keep you full.” He grinds his hard cock against you through your clothes. 

He pulls your dress skirt up again and pulls your panties completely off then shoves them in his pocket. Leaning in, he whispers into your ear, “in case you need rest later and I need to get off.” He hums softly and slides two fingers into your tight cunt. 

You let out a hungry moan. 

“Shhh, baby girl. Can't be too loud. You're in a library, remember?” He curls his fingers, caressing your spongy g-spot. 

You gasp and sink your teeth into the cushion of the chair to stifle your moaning. Your breathing intensifies and you're thankful you're bent over and the baby isn't pushing on your lungs. 

Leon's free hand moves up your quivering body, fingers sliding up to caress your tender breasts. You're getting close when he slows and withdraws his fingers. You moan unsatisfactorily. He chuckles. “Sorry, sweetheart. I don't want to tire you out too much before I cum in you. I need you in good condition for our baby. But once our child is born, I'll be making you cum so many times you'll pass out. I promise.” He unzips his pants and lines his dick up with your entrance, sliding in carefully. 

Your pregnancy has heightened sexual pleasure for you. Hormones, you suppose. As soon as his cock is inside you, you're nearly cumming. 

“Little slutty pussy is ready to cum, isn't it?” he purrs with a quiet laugh. He begins moving inside you, slowly withdrawing almost all the way, then pushing back in. He rubs your ass tenderly then gives it a playful slap. 

You bite down hard on the cushion, your loud, hot moan vibrating into the soft fabric. You rock your hips back to meet his, impaling yourself on his cock just as much as he drives forward to fill you. 

“Spread your legs, baby girl,” he commands. 

You comply and inch your feet in opposite directions to widen the gap between your legs, granting him deeper access to your wet heat. 

He grips your hips and, with a growl, drives in harder. “Good girl. Such a good little slut for me. Gonna pump you full of my cum. You better stay quiet,” he whispers then reaches around to rub your clit. 

Tears start running down your face from so much pleasure overwhelming you as you try to keep yourself from screaming so loud the entire library hears you.

“Need you to cum on my dick sweetheart,” he whispers seductively, still circling your sensitive bud with the pads of his fingers. “Gotta squeeze me tight so I can stuff this slutty pussy with a nice creampie.” 

A few more rubs and you're cumming hard, trying to hold back from squirting, but considering the sensitive state of your body, you're not likely to win that fight. 

Leon is chasing his high, his one hand gripping your hip tightly while the other refuses to let up on your clit. He's fucking you harder now, driving into your cunt with abandon. His erratic rhythm draws out your orgasm until your liquid essence spurts out and coats his dick. He smirks, wearing it like a badge of honor. Finally, he sheathes himself fully inside you then explodes, cumming all over your walls. 

Both panting heavily, Leon gently presses his chest to your back, kissing your neck softly and caressing your belly. “Are you alright?” He asks. 

“I'm incredible,” you reply between gulps of air. Leon hears your labored breaths and quickly helps you sit down again. 

“Rest. When you've caught your breath, I'll bring you home,” he instructs gently. He zips himself back up and fixes your dress, then stands in front of you, keeping you covered from any prying eyes that may walk by. 

Once you've recovered, he helps you walk out of the library and to the car. He is completely uncaring of who might see a professor touching a very pregnant student so intimately. He makes no effort to conceal your relationship, wrapping an arm around your waist protectively, pulling you tight to his side, and gently rubbing your belly with his other. Every wandering eye you walk past stares but only for mere seconds before turning away, their owners fearful of offending Professor Kennedy. No one even dares whisper a word.

He brings you back to his home, your home, and helps you into bed. “Sleep, sweetheart.” He kisses your forehead then climbs in next to you, pulling your back against his chest, his hand resting on your round belly.

A few more weeks go by and before you know it, you're waking up in the middle of the night, your water broken! You turn over and shake your lover. “Leon! Leon, wake up! The baby-” a massive contraction cuts you off. You choke out a pained cry. 

Leon's eyes flutter open, after a few seconds, he realizes what's happening and snaps onto action, grabbing the hospital bag you two had prepared a few weeks ago then lifting you into his arms and carrying you to the car. 

You scream in the passenger's seat, clutching your belly as another contraction rips through you. 

“Breathe, baby girl!” Leon coaches. He reaches over and grabs your hand, wincing a little when he feels the death grip from you, spurred on by the pain. “It's going to be alright,” he reassures through gritted teeth. His foot presses harder on the gas pedal, he's eager to get you to a safe place to deliver, but also to finally meet the baby, to hold his child in his arms. 

Nine hours of labor later, and the obstetrician is holding a screaming newborn in his arms. “It's a girl!” He announces. 

You pant heavier than you ever have before, like you've run a marathon. Your lungs are burning, your body is sore and throbbing, but even as every pain nerve in your body fires on all cylinders, it's all worth it seeing that little life that you made inside you, crying and squirming around, signs of a healthy neonate. The staff quickly clean and assess her so they can give her to you. 

“APGAR 8,” you hear the doctor say to the nurses. You're not sure what it means, but he said it in a happy way so you assume it's a good thing. Like a well oiled machine, the staff clean and return the baby to you, placing her on your bare chest then laying a blanket over the two of you. She cries for a minute or two then settles, soothed by the warmth of her mother once more. 

Leon is right there and the rest of the world fades away. He kisses you passionately, then pecks a soft kiss to his daughter's head. “Our little girl…” he coos. 

You gently rub your baby's back. “She's perfect,” you whisper.

“...What should we call her?” He asks tentatively. His eyes meet yours.

You exchange a few ideas, but nothing seems to fit her. 

Then Leon suggests, “How about Danielle?”

You exchange smiles. It fits her perfectly so you nod in agreement.

Danielle Kennedy. She'll need a middle name, too, but that can come later. Danielle falls asleep laying on your chest, exhausted from her entrance into the world.