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For almost a year and a half now, Leon had been working happily as an officer for the RPD. He loved his job, despite the stress it caused. Why didn't he mind the stress? Because he has you. After only a week of working together, you became best friends, and since Leon left everything behind for Raccoon City, it meant the world that someone, especially someone as amazing as you, would want to be with him as often as you were.
After only a month of bonding at work, you two started having weekly movie nights. You'd make dinner at his place, talk about life, and delve deeper into the depths of each other's secrets, and then you'd watch a movie. Leon often went for romcoms. He loved them. He was fine with horror, but only when he had company. Especially you. You didn't find it weird or silly that a cop like himself was jumpy and scared of possessions in movies or killer clowns. You didn't find it weird that he'd subconsciously reach for your hand when he got scared shitless. If anything, you'd hold his hand to make sure he knew he wasn't in real danger. That was his favorite thing about movie nights.
Fast forward to recently, life has been insane for Leon. The precinct was swamped with reports and calls, more than usual for the small town. Leon was proud of his work and proud that he could help people, but in the last month, he had no alone time that didn't involve sleep and/or a shower that didn't even graze the tension in his muscles. You were just as swamped as he was. You'd missed two movie nights because neither of you had the energy to talk. Leon understood, as did you.
Tonight, Leon finally called you and told you he wanted to see you.
"Hello?" You answered the phone with a yawn.
"Hey, sorry, I know it's getting late," he murmured apologetically. "I just wanted to see if I could come over. We haven't talked in weeks outside of work, and I could really use some company, i-if you don't mind?"
You could practically hear his heart beating through the damn phone. It made you laugh a little.
"Yeah, come on over. I'll make us something." You mused. As Leon heard the familiar creaking of your bed, he spoke quickly,
"No! No, I'll pick up food. You want Chinese? Mexican? Uh.. pizza?" He asked, not wanting to bother you. He'd seen you at work, he knew how tense and tired you were. But you knew he was just as bad, if not worse. You smiled softly, laying back down in your bed.
"Surprise me. I'll set up a movie in the living room, and we can just talk for a while." You said. Leon hummed.
"Okay. I'll be over in 10."
"See you soon. Be safe." You hung up the phone, and Leon didn't waste a second as he rushed to find his keys and wallet. His excitement wasn't unusual. He'd always rush to see you. It wasn't only you. He loved seeing his work buddies, but you just happened to earn more of his affection over time.
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"You are amazing," you grinned as he stepped into your apartment with a bag of chinese food.
"I do try," he giggled, walking over to your couch and settling the bag on the coffee table. He set your box of food on your side, placing chopsticks and a spoon on the box. You clicked the DVD player and pressed play on the movie as Leon got comfortable in the loveseat he'd grown to miss whenever he wasn't at your place. You knew how to pick comfortable furniture.
"Mm, smells amazing." You hummed as you came to cuddle up against the corner of the loveseat, your knees bumping his as you leaned to grab your food, setting the box in your lap.
"What movie did you choose?" He asked, settling comfortably opposite of you. The loveseat was small, barely big enough to seat you two with your knees overlapping. You never seemed to mind the extra contact. He loved it, and he never understood why.
"I Am Legend," you said, taking a bite of the noodles he'd gotten for you.
"Oh, you suck! That movie kills me!" He protested, to which you laughed.
"It's a perfect movie. It's apocalyptic, it shows grief and struggle, and independence." You hummed, watching Leon groan.
"You just like watching people cry, don't you? You're evil." He joked, to which you rolled your eyes.
"God forbid a woman has good taste in movies." You scoffed playfully.
Leon huffed, shifting to get cozy against the back of the loveseat. Your leg draped over his knee, his legs settled wide in a criss-cross. He always liked how your legs touched his during nights like this. It felt right. It felt domestic. It felt warm. It felt... comfortable.
You and Leon paid close attention to the movie while you two ate and occasionally had little conversation. You were both low on energy, and with Leon's need for company, he didn't want to waste his energy until after the movie. Halfway through, as the movie was getting good, he put his food aside and curled up, letting your leg rest between his as he had his focus glued to the TV. His hands rested next to yours, and as one of the creatures in the movie jumped out, he shrieked, grabbing onto your arm. You jolted with him, mostly due to his scream. You turned to him, only to cackle at his reaction.
"Oh! Oh, that's amazing!" You laughed, holding his hands tightly. "You-you sound like a little girl!" You practically wheezed, and Leon's cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
"Shut up! Those things are freaky!" He argued, subconsciously leaning into the touch of your hands squeezing at his. He was glad you two didn't have your food in your laps anymore, given how your feet kicked like a kid when you laughed hard enough. He loved it. You were so human. It was refreshing.
Once your laughter died down, your head fell forward against his shoulder. It happened so naturally as your giggles died down. What else happened naturally? The way his hand slipped around your waist to gently splay above your hip. You inhaled, finally done making fun of his shriek.
"Oh, you're more entertaining than the movie itself." You giggled one more time before lifting your head to look at him. What you hadn't expected was his lips pressing against yours. You didn't even feel it until he pulled back, cheeks flushed, eyes wide.
"I-im sorry. I.. I should've asked, I know, I just really.. I saw an opportunity, y-you know? I didn't-" Leon began to pull himself away, expecting you to yell at him for crossing a line. But you pulled him back to the loveseat and let your lips clash with his. It was still soft but held more passion this time. Leon couldn't resist, leaning in and accepting the kiss as he moaned against your lips. His hands came to rest on your thighs, trembling slightly. Of all the affection you two had shared over the year of your friendship, this topped it all.
The hugs, the passing hand grazes, the hand holding, the grazes of your knee against his, the way you never stopped him from holding onto your belt loop when he was overwhelmed at work. He loved every bit of that. But this kiss made him feel different. Embarrassment filled him as he felt his cock twitch to life from a mere kiss. When you pulled back for air, Leon whined. A desperate sound that made you tilt your head.
"Did you just whine?" You asked, half intrigued, half teasing.
Leon's cheeks flared red. "N-no!" He stammered.
"You just whined!" You laughed, scooting in closer. Leon swallowed, lips parting as he backed up against the corner of the loveseat, hands clutching tight at the fabric of the furniture beneath him.
"I-I didn't. I don't whine." He tried to brush it off, praying you wouldn't be turned off by his noises.
"Admit it and I'll kiss you again."
"I whined like a bitch." Leon blurted out. Shamelessly.
"Hah! I knew it! You're a whiner!" You pointed like an accusing juror in a trail.
"Wha- don't be mean! Why are you being mean?!" He pouted lightly, shrinking back into the couch.
"I'm not being mean! I just.. never expected you to whine. Not from a kiss, at least." You giggled lightly, watching his throat bob as he swallowed the saliva that built up in his mouth.
"You're being mean." He frowned. You frowned, feigning pity. Your hand came up to gently lay on his chest, right at the collar of his shirt.
"You poor thing. What ever will you do? Your dear friend is being so mean to you. Shouldn't you leave?" You teased, leaning in closer and feeling Leon melt with anticipation. His lips parted instinctively.
"You... you told me you'd kiss me if I was honest." His brows furrowed, his pout becoming prominent with his plump lips jutting out like a kid being denied dessert.
"And what are you gonna do if I don't go through with that?" You asked.
Leon stayed still. "Nothin'.." he shrunk into himself, feeling less and less ambitious, growing embarrassed and nervous.
"Lucky for you," you paused, leaning in to let your lips barely brush his. The promise of a kiss lingered like the scent of your perfume lingered around his apartment twice a week. "I always keep my word." You whispered softly. Lips connected finally, and Leon whined again. He pressed eagerly closer, only to push you back against the arm of the loveseat. Leon slotted himself to straddle one of your thighs, leaning over you to deepen the kiss.
"You taste like cherry." He uttered. Previous to this, you'd been eating cherry favored hard candies. The flavor he could always smell on your breath whenever you two would walk along the station or walk down the street. It was weird to focus so much on someone's breath, but Leon loved that it was you he associated with the sweet smell of cherries.
"Mm, yeah?" You muttered, bringing a hand up to the nape of his neck to pull him closer to your body. Leon obliged eagerly, pressing his chest to yours as his groin pressed against your thigh, eliciting a moan from him.
"Tastes sweet." He murmured, his words morphing into a soft moan as he felt your free hand come down to his hip, encouraging him to move his hips against you. His breath hitched, hands squeezing at the fabric of the couch cushions beneath you. His hips shifted, angled just right so he could grind the base of his cock against your thigh. He whimpered, hips twitching away from the pleasure.
You pulled back from the kiss, looking up at him as he was already shaking under you. You tilted your head slightly, watching as he already tried to lean in for another kiss without even taking a proper breather.
"Leon," you mumbled, gently pressing a hand to his chest to stop him. He looked down at you, his eyes glossy with need.
"What?" He asked, breathless.
"The arm of the couch is digging into my back." You mumbled, followed by a giggle as he snapped back to reality, regaining his sensibility for a moment. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to sit up, gently rubbing the spot where the arm of the furniture had dug into your spine uncomfortably.
"I-im sorry. I didn't know I was putting that much pressure on you, I.." he tried to apologize, but you hushed him with a peck to his lips. He whined when you stood up. He didn't like the loss of contact and warmth. But he followed you like a lost puppy seeking its new owner. You didn't say a word as he followed you down the hall and into your bedroom, already bumping the door shut and waiting for you to tell him what to do. He watched you, eyes flitting along your figure. Your hips swayed as you crossed the bedroom, stopping at the closet and reaching into the small set of drawers next to the closet.
He tilted his head, taking a curious step forward before he saw you pull out a small blue bag.
"What's in there?" He asked, hid voice just a murmur.
"You wanna find out?" You turned back to him, stepping over to your bed and watching his cheeks flush at the unknown secret that lay in the bag. He nodded. "Come here." You said, pointing at the bed. Leon eagerly obeyed, getting comfortable against the plush of your pillows, enjoying the comfort of the blanket beneath him. It was like sitting on a cloud.
His eyes were glued to you as you set the bag down and stood at the edge of the bed. As you unbuttoned the jean shorts you wore, his whole body shuddered with excitement as he shifted slightly to try and avoid letting his boner be so visible. You snickered at the sight. Your shorts finally fell to your ankles, and Leon could've busted untouched just from staring at you. Your panties were so pretty to him. Baby blue lace that did nothing to hide the bush beneath them. Leon liked that. Liked how raw you presented yourself. He swallowed his saliva, hands subconsciously grasping at the blanket beneath him.
And just when he thought it couldn't get any better, you took off the top that he loved so much. It was one of your tight tank tops that barely covered your belly if you lifted your arms or stretched your torso. He loved catching glimpses of your belly and hips. He felt like a victorian man seeing a woman's ankle out of wedlock. God, he was blessed to live in a time like this.
Your bra matched your panties, the lace providing a little censorship over your soft nipples that he craved to touch. You reached for the bag, and crawled up to his lap, settling just right so his boner pressed perfectly against the warmth of your core. He wanted nothing more than to lose his pants, but he became aware of the situation when he felt you grind your hips. He whimpered, hands shooting to grasp your wrists as you came to undo his belt. You paused, both concerned and amused.
"Something wrong?" You asked softly, shifting your hands to gently intertwine with his. He looked at you, embarrassment and shame written all over his face.
"No, I just.. I'm nervous." He admitted quietly. You raised a brow.
"You're not a virgin, are you?"
"No! No, I'm not a virgin. I'm.. well.." he trailed off, subconsciously squeezing your hands to regulate his nerves.
It clicked as he glanced down at himself. You giggled lightly. "You're embarrassed about it, aren't you?" You teased faintly. Leon whined, nodding. "Oh, that's okay. It's not like I've been impressed by any other guys dick." You said bluntly, watching Leon frown at the idea of you being touched or fucked by anyone else.
Your hands pulled back from his, resting on his belt. He swallowed harshly.
"If it's not big, I won't laugh at you. There are other ways you can make me feel good, yknow. And I'm more than willing to teach you whatever you'd like." You told him, leaning in to kiss him softly. Your hands left his belt and pushed beneath his shirt, feeling the happy trail that led beneath the waistband of his pants. You trailed a hand up the length of his torso before he helped you remove his shirt without even asking. He tossed it over to where your clothes lay at the floor of the edge of the bed.
"Promise you won't change your mind because of it?" He mumbled quietly.
"As long as you're open to returning the favor of pleasing me."
Leon nodded quickly. "Very open to it." He mumbled, almost too eager at the idea of returning the favor of pleasure.
"Then there's nothing to worry about." You reassured him, leaning into another kiss as your hands slipped into the action of undoing his belt and pants. His breath hitched as he felt you lift your hips. He lifted his, allowing you to pull his pants just beneath his boxers. Your hand came to gently palm him through the fabric of his boxers, and his whole body shivered at the sensation. Your hand was warm through the fabric, and his nerves seemed to melt away.
As you let your hand massage his cock through his boxers, you pulled the fabric taut against his tip, eliciting a whimper from him as he watched the fabric darken with the wetness of his precum drooling from the sensitive tip. He reached out to your hips and tried to pull you back down against him, but when he felt you tug his boxers down, he obediently lifted his hips and let you push the fabric down enough to where he could kick them off to God knows where. When you pulled back from the kiss, Leon watched with bated breath as you looked down at his cock. He was about four inches, approaching five. What he felt he lacked in length, he made up for in girth. He was thick, a slight curve upward that would do wonders for massaging that sweet spot inside of you. His tip was drooling with precum, cock twitching as he stared at you. He was painfully hard from practically nothing.
"You're not even that small." You laughed, looking back up at Leon. "Small, yeah, but if you wanted, you could put it to use. It's thick enough to do something." You said, speaking like his cock was a toy rather than a body part. That made his cheeks flush.
"You said you wouldn't laugh." He reminded quietly.
"I said I wouldn't laugh at your size. I'm laughing at your embarrassment. Two different things, my love." You said, reaching a hand up to his face to cup his cheek. He leaned in, nuzzling your palm against his cheek. Your term of endearment came out so easily, so naturally, it made his stomach flutter, but it also made his cock throb.
"You don't think it's a turn off?" He mumbled quietly.
"Oh, you're such a whiner." You teased dismissively, and proving your point, Leon whined as he buried his face against your palm. But he didn't seem to hate the taunting. He seemed to enjoy it. The way he would shift impatiently and look away.
"Please.." he murmured, barely glancing up at you before you listened to his plea, your free hand coming to wrap around his cock. Your other hand left his face and reached for the almost forgotten bag. Leon watched, his lips parted with small huffs as he felt you lazily jerk just the base of his cock, like you were going to milk him like a fucking animal.
"You don't mind a little extra attention, do you?" You mused, digging your hand into the bag. Leon raised a brow, shaking his head.
"Uhm.. n-no, I suppose not.." he swallowed. His eyes were trained on your hand as you pulled out a small bullet vibrator with a tiny button at the bottom. His eyes widened slightly. "Are you gonna use that on me?" He looked up at you.
You nodded. "If you're okay with it." You said, your free hand still pumping at the base of his cock. Leon nodded, shy and embarrassed. "Good." You grinned.
You brought the small vibrator down to his tip, rubbing it along the beaded precum before turning it on with it pressed right against the slit of his cock. He gasped, choking on his own inhale as he bucked his hips into the sensation.
"Ah! F-fuck, that's-" he panted, brows slightly furrowed. "That's a lot." He shivered. As the vibrator pressed against his tip, running along the slit where he was leaking like an animal in heat, your hand began to stroke the rest of him. He let his head fall back, his lightly bucking up into your touch.
"Feels good?" You asked, your voice a low murmur as you watched the blissful look on his face morph into shame.
"T-turn it down. Down. Please. I-i don't wanna-" He cut himself off with a yelp as you squeezed the base of his cock and turned the vibrations to a higher setting. He clawed at your comforter, gasping like he was being suffocated.
"You don't wanna what? Don't wanna feel good? You started this, Leon." You teased, reminding him that he was the one who kissed you and gave the consent for this. Not that he couldn't change his mind, but you knew he didn't want to. Not right now, at least. But you didn't think he'd wanna change his mind at all tonight. Not with how desperately he was fucking his cock into your fist, seeking the pleasure.
"Don't-dont wanna cum yet," he whimpered, eyes rolling back.
"Already? It's only been a minute." You scoffed. Leon let out a sound akin to a sob, hips bucking erratically.
"'M sorry, it j'st feels s'good!" He nearly cried. You turned the vibrator up all the way, and he squealed. "Not yet! Not yet!" He cried, hands shooting out to try and pull your hands away.
"Then don't." You told him, but your torture didn't stop. He gasped, head lifting to look down at your hands that seemed to be giving him the best handjob he'd ever experienced. This was so much better than just jerking off alone and washing off the shame of finishing so fast. You were taunting him about how quickly he was going to finish, but that humiliation seemed to drive him higher and closer to the edge.
Leon wanted so badly to listen and not finish. He didn't want to waste the opportunity to possibly make you cum before he would. But you made it hard. And as you pressed the vibrator against his tip and squeezed just beneath the head, his entire body tensed up like he'd just had every muscle spasm and pull like he was a puppet. With a sob of your name, hot, sticky, and thick spurts of cum shot out and fell onto your hand and his lower belly as he fucked desperately into your palm, tears welling in his eyes from how good he felt.
"I thought you didn't wanna." You teased, stroking him through his orgasm as you rubbed his tip with your thumb, letting the vibrator turn off as his cock twitched, only giving a few pathetic gushes cum droplets that spilled down the shaft. He panted, body trembling beneath you as he looked up at you, purely fucked out and happy.
"Didn't.. didn't wanna.." he barely got words out, still catching his breath and bringing himself back to reality. "B-but you made it feel s-so good." He admitted, letting out a heavy exhale of relief as your hand unwrapped from his length. His cock softened as he let his head fall back to relax, but when he heard a moan from you, he had to lift his head and find why. You were licking your hand clean, letting the streaks of his cum pool on your tongue before you swallowed and pulled back, only to lean down and begin licking up the mess he'd made on his belly. He cursed under his breath, lips parting with shock and arousal as he felt your tongue clean his own mess. His shock morphed into overstimulation and slight pain as your tongue ran along his overly sensitive tip. He reached out and shakily put his hands over his cock, like he was shielding it from you. You looked up at him, but didn't say anything as you crawled up to kiss him.
He never thought he'd be turned on by the feeling and taste of his own cum being shared in a sloppy kiss that was all tongue and teeth. He tilted his head and let you deepen the kiss as your hands ran softly along his chest, feeling his skin and heartbeat.
"You're so sensitive." You murmured. "Poor thing. And you're sure you're not a virgin?" You teased, pulling back to look at him, noses barely touching.
"I promise I'm not a virgin." He frowned, embarrassed at the thought. "I just.. haven't really... tried to find ways to avoid that.." he murmured, looking to the side.
"Avoid what? Cumming like it's your first time being touched by a hand that isn't yours? Cumming so fast that you could've busted in your pants if I hadn't removed them?"
Leon leaned forward to bury his face in your chest. "Don't say it like that." He pleaded softly. He took a moment before making a move to press gentle kisses to the plush meat of your breasts.
"You didn't last very long. You wouldn't have lasted a minute if I'd let you fuck me." You continued to taunt, feeling him shift and shuffle to try and bury his face deeper into your chest somehow.
"You're mean." He whined between kisses.
"But you love it." You said, reaching up and tilting his head back to look at him in the eyes. "You love it, and you can't deny it because every time I say something about how you're not very good at lasting or how your dick wouldn't be very ideal for some people, you get all twitchy and blushy." You said bluntly, watching his eyes widen with shock. He didn't think you'd noticed how he reacted to your shaming. He knew you didn't mean any of it. You'd never shame him seriously, especially if you knew he was insecure, but something about feeling pathetic and used made his cock twitch back to life.
"I wonder what other freaky stuff you're into." You grinned as you looked down at his groin, the result of your taunting already making itself known in his half hard dick.
"I'm not into freaky stuff." He pouted, hands coming to reach softly for your hands. You happily held his hands, letting him soak in the intimacy before you lowered yourself to press the warmth of your panties against his cock. He gasped, squeezing your hands.
"You wanna be honest with me? Or should I look at your search history next time we're at your place? Or should I just do stuff and see what makes that little dick twitch?" You ground your hips against his cock, and he shook his head quickly.
"I-im not! I'm not lying!" He protested. "I've never.." he huffed, regaining composure and trying to speak through the pleasure. "I've never experimented enough.. I wouldn't know.." he trailed off, sinking into the comfort of your pillows.
"Oh, right. You poor thing. You've barely even had sex, huh? You probably feel dirty just from a little jerking off." You feigned sympathy, letting all your weight settle against his cock. He yelped lightly at how abrupt it felt, feeling your pussy damn near crush his hard on. You tilted your head.
"Are you into that?" You asked.
"I don't know." He whined.
"Do you want to try things out?"
Leon nodded shyly. "Kind of.." he murmured.
"You, my love, will need a safe word."
The nickname made Leon smile faintly.
"If you don't want some random word, we can use the color system. Red means absolutely no more, yellow means proceed with caution or you need s break, and green means it's perfect." You explained. The way you spoke so casually while half naked and sitting on his dick made this whole thing so much hotter for him.
"Okay. We can do that." He nodded.
"Positive?" You asked.
"One hundred percent." He confirmed. You smiled, leaning in for a softer kiss.
"Do you have any ideas what you wanna try?" You asked, kissing down his jaw and mouthing along his pale, mole scattered neck.
Leon shrugged. "I don't know.. I mean, I know, but I don't.." he leaned his head back as he felt your lips latch onto a spot just beneath his ear, sucking a dark hickey into his skin. He moaned softly, hips bucking in response.
"Have you watched things? Or read things? Anything that's made you hard?" You asked, soothing the bruise with a gentle lick before kissing down his collarbone.
"Uhm.. I guess.. I guess it's kinda turned me on to think about.." he trailed off, blush covering his pale cheeks as he watched your head venture lower to his chest.
"To think about?" You prompted, glancing up at him.
"I saw a video online of a girl.. and her boyfriend.. and he was getting off by being hit." He finished, looking away with what could only be seen as shame.
"Hit where?" You asked, continuing your kisses along his pecs before taking a nipple between your lips. He squeaked, gasping lightly as he squeezed his eyes shut.
"H-his dick." He barely whispered.
You slowly pulled back from his chest and looked up at him. "You are a freak." You giggled, your hands coming to continue the attention on his pecs, similar to how a man would massage a woman's tits. It made Leon whimper slightly.
"Not a freak." He shook his head.
"Really? You think it's normal to want your dick to be hit? That's so much worse than wanting to be tied down and overstimulated until you pass out." You scoffed lightly, scooting back to settle around his knees, using your own weight to keep him from closing his legs or squirming away.
Leon's embarrassment worsened at your words, cock twitching impatiently like you'd just unknowingly uncovered another fantasy of his. You bit your lip lightly, reaching out to run a finger over his length. He jolted slightly, hands clutching at the sheets. It was damn near painful how hard he was. His tip was red and angry, leaking with desperation. In response to his jolt, you flicked his tip, eliciting a gasp from him.
"That feel okay?" You asked. He nodded shakily.
"I-i can take more." He murmured.
"Color?"
"Green."
You nodded, resuming the action of gently teasing his cock with just a finger along the underside. When he bucked his hips, you used one hand to hold him down and the other to slap his length. He yelped, struggling against you.
"Stay still." You scolded. Leon panted shakily, brows furrowing. "How many do you want?"
"Uhm.. a-as many as you want." He swallowed harshly. You grinned, smug and cocky.
"You're so gross, Leon. Who knew the pretty boy of the precinct was such a dirty slut?" You mused, landing another, harder hit to his balls. He whimpered, head thrown back to try and avoid bucking his hips. Of course, his arms jolted, tugging at the sheets, but his hips remained relatively still.
Another slap, followed by a leaky string of pre spilling from his fat tip.
"More." He barely pleaded, his whisper almost silent. You obliged, slapping as hard as you felt he could handle. This time, his yelp morphed into a moan, eyes rolling back. If you were blindfolded, you would've thought he had already cum. But no. He just liked it that much.
"You like it that much, baby?" You cooed, reaching down to squeeze his balls like they were merely a squishy toy. His hips jolted against the touch, his back arching slightly. You slapped his cock. "Sit still." You reminded him. "And answer me."
"I-i like it." He choked out, exhaling heavily as you gave him merely a moment to breathe before another smack landed over his length. He tried to squeeze his legs shut, but your weight in his lap rendered his legs unavailable. He looked up at you, lips parted with a bit of drool pooling at the corner of his lips.
"You're drooling? Jesus, you're like a dog." You laughed, and the sound echoed in his ears as you hit his cock again, eyes rolling back into his head as his head fell against the pillows.
"Please, please," Leon didn't even know what he was begging for. Another orgasm? More hitting? He didn't know. But as you gave a steady four smacks in a row, he cried out, his cock twitching from the inconsistent stimulation. His chest rose and fell quickly. While he was distracted by the sting of his cock being hit, you reached out to retrieve the vibrator from its spot on the bed beside him. He didn't notice your movements until you turned it on and pressed it to his tip. He yelped, back arching in response.
With the little toy pressed right beneath his tip, your held it there with a fist wrapped tight around his cock, and when he tried to use your hand like a fleshlight, you slapped his thigh. He whimpered, shaky hips falling back against the bed. He looked up at you, reaching out to try and get you to stop. You slapped his hand away. He tried again.
"Color?" You asked.
Much to his dismay, he wanted more. Despite his efforts to stop it. "G-green." He choked out.
"Then keep your hands to yourself, or I'll tie them behind your back." You scolded. He nodded shakily.
You held his cock upright, the vibrator at its highest as you held Leon's hips down with your hand that wasn't holding the toy against his leaky tip. Each time he tried to fuck into your palm or tug away, you'd smack his length, and when you hit him harder than previously, that was enough for him. A squeal ripped from his throat as another load of hot cum spilled into your palm and all over his torso. He squirmed, his hand darting down to grab your hands.
"Yellow. Yellow!" He gasped, desperate for a break.
You eased out of the touch, pulling your hands back and turning the toy off before it was tossed aside. You crawled back into his lap, shushing him as he desperately sought to hold your hands, fingers linked together.
You soothed him with soft kisses along his face, allowing him to soak in the affection and care you provided for him. When you kissed the corner of his lips, he leaned in and gave a sloppy kiss, smearing his saliva coated lips all over yours. You laughed faintly, but didn't deny him the kiss. It wasn't the nastiest thing you'd done so far. You pulled back and lifted your hand, still holding Leon's. He had made a mess over your hand, and now, because Leon couldn't go two seconds without holding onto you when he came, it was smeared all over his hand as well. He didn't look like he gave two fucks.
But you brought it up to your mouth and gathered it all on your tongue, watching him shudder and roll his eyes at the sight. It was erotic and nasty, but God was it hot. With his mess all gathered on your tongue, you leaned over him and caught his lips in a deep kiss, letting his own cum spill into his mouth. He whimpered into the kiss, but didn't bother trying to stop it as his tongue pressed against yours.
"Mm," you hummed. "You like that? Being cleaned up and fed your own sticky load?" You giggled lightly, kissing down his jawline. He nodded helplessly.
"You feel okay?" You asked, lifting your head to look at him. He nodded again.
"Feel good." He muttered. You grinned, pleased at how fucked out he looked and sounded.
"You want more yet? Or maybe we try something else?" You questioned, curious to hear his input.
He nodded. "Wanna go again. 'n then I wanna make you cum." He leaned up to kiss you again, his hands slowly leaving yours and coming to pull your chest against his.
"How are you gonna do that?" You asked, laughter lingering between his eager kisses.
"Wanna... mm," he trailed off, his hands coming to palm at your tits. "Wanna find out how to make you feel good." He uttered, lazy and hesitant as he groped at your breasts.
You moaned softly, pulling back from the kiss. "I want you to earn it. You think you can do that for me? Earn the privilege of touching and feeling more than just my hands or my tits?" You mused, watching how he shivered at your lewd words. But of course, he nodded.
"I really want to."
"Then be good and sit still while I do what I want. Sound good?" You grinned, and Leon shuddered at the devilish glint in your eyes. You were having way too much fun with this, but Leon couldn't deny that he was too.
You scooted down his body and settled between his legs. You guided his own hands to hook under his knees.
"Hold yourself up and open for me." You said, watching as Leon obliged. His legs were spread wide and pulled high, showing off everything he could offer.
"Is this good?" He asked, looking up at you as he felt your hands palms run along his inner thighs, soothing his shaky muscles.
"Perfect." You praised, leaning down to gently kiss at his thighs. He let his head fall back, bracing himself for incoming overstimulation. You kissed along his thighs, goosebumps spreading over his pale skin. One hand soothed along his skin before slithering down to rub a hand steadily along his tip. Just the palm, putting pressure and friction all around his thick cock head. He whimpered, hips bucking and yanking away as he tried to avoid closing his legs.
"You're okay. Be good, yeah? Maybe I'll let you fuck me if you're good."
"Please, please, I'll be good, so goood!" He panted, back arching as your palm rubbing became harsher against his tip while your other hand held it up and made sure he couldn't get away. He cried, tears filling his eyes as he squirmed helplessly. His legs dropped, but remained wide open as he dug his heels into the blanket, lifting his hips from the bed only to earn a harsh slap against his tip, which made him yank back down to tug away.
"You're not being very good." You scolded, looking up toward his face with a glance of disapproval. He whimpered.
"I'm trying. I swear, I swear im trying!" He choked out, only to squeal when your palm returned to his tip, rubbing as fast as you could. His back arched off the bed, eyes rolling back. "Fuck! Fuck, please! I-it hurts!" He sobbed, chest heaving with gasps and cries before a third orgasm ripped through him. His legs lifted off the bed and came to try and close around your hands while he helplessly tried to push your hand off of his cock. Your hand caught most of the mess as it was less than before. When you pulled your hands away, you shook your head, disapproving. Leon trembled, sniffling slightly as he looked up at you.
"You're not good at listening, are you?" You scolded faintly.
"I tried! I tried, I really did!" He sniffled, a small hiccup leaving his throat. When you caught on to his literal tears, you could only laugh as you laid over his body, letting him feel the squish of your bra covered tits against his chest. He looked at you, finding a moment of comfort in how your weight seemed to soothe him with unspoken praise and forgiveness.
"Since it's our first time, I'll be nice. Do you still want to fuck me?" You asked, bringing your clean hand up to grab his chin.
"W-will it hurt again?" He croaked. You frowned, half sympathetic.
"What, you think I've got teeth and claws for a vagina?" Your words made Leon frown uncomfortably. You snickered. "No, baby, it won't hurt. If anything, it'll feel really good and you'll be all fucked out so you won't even care if it hurts." You hummed, hoping to ease his nerves. "Remind me what your color is?"
"... yellow." He sniffled. "I-i just need a break. Just for a minute. I still wanna make you cum, I just... it hurt for a second." He looked away, ashamed at how whiney he sounded.
You sighed, reaching to your nightstand and grabbing a tissue to clean your hand. Once clean, your hands came to cup his cheeks as you kissed him tenderly.
"It's okay. We can take a break. Or we can stop. I don't want to hurt you in a way you don't like."
"No, I don't wanna stop! Just a break." He protested quickly, shaking his head. You laughed lightly.
"Okay, I got it, baby. Just a break."
You remained on top of him, allowing him to relish in the intimacy of being laid skin to skin with the woman he swore he never had feelings for despite how much he loved her. Your head rested in his neck, mouthing along his skin as your fingers ran along his ribcage, like you were coaxing his tension from his muscles.
"I think I'm ready now." Leon murmured after a minute or two, shifting slightly beneath you.
"You sure?" You asked, sitting upright to gently lay your hands over his chest.
"Uh.. no, but I wanna try." He murmured.
"Okay. You can change your mind if you want." You reminded him, leaning in to kiss him softly before your hands left his body and slipped behind yourself to unhook your bra. As the lace bra was let loose, your breasts fell comfortably, and as the fabric was tossed aside, Leon shuddered at the sight.
"Can I touch?" He asked, looking up at you with his lips parted.
You nodded, scooting up closer to where your chest was a little closer to his face. "You can do anything you'd like."
And with that, Leon leaned in close, burying his face between the mounds of flesh and fat. His lips mouthed at your sternum, his hands trembling from his previous orgasms as he laid his palms over your breasts. Another moment where Leon would've busted untouched if he had enough in him. His hands slowly began to grope and squeeze, and when he heard you moan faintly, he doubled down eagerly. One hand lifted and was replaced with his mouth. His lips latched onto your nipple, sucking and licking. You bit your lip, left hand coming to cradle his head and tangle in his dark blonde hair.
"Mm, 's so soft," he breathed, switching sides and paying attention to your other breast. His unused hand came to your ass, slipping beneath your panties and palming eagerly at the flesh and meat.
"Mhmm," you nodded, back arching slightly. "You know how to grope, don't you?" You teased. Knowing him, it was likely just from videos he'd seen online. Either way, it felt good.
"Hope so." He mumbled, sucking harder at your breast before he pulled away with a lewd 'pop!'.
You leaned back slightly, lifting his head. "You ready? 'Cause now you're getting me a little impatient." You hummed, watching him nod. "What's your color?"
"Green."
"Good boy." You leaned in and kissed him passionately, pulling your panties to the side to reveal the slick folds of your pussy. Leon ran his hand along your arm before he felt where your hand was. Right over your mound, touching yourself like he wasn't there. He whimpered, cock twitching slightly. He didn't know how he was hard anymore. He didn't know if he had anything left to give. But he'd definitely try.
"Can I touch? Please?" He asked softly, his hand shaking over yours.
"No." You said. He whined, pouting at you. "That's for next time. For now, I'm gonna please myself until I feel ready for you."
"You're so mean to me." He murmured, but he didn't hesitate to connect his lips happily with yours again. Your lips parted against his as you slipped two fingers past your entrance. You moaned, grinding against yourself. He felt left out despite the kissing.
"You're such a baby. Don't act like you're not moments from busting just because I'm touching myself. You're such a loser, I bet you'll cum twice before I do." You continued your taunting, followed by a soft moan as your fingers curled against your g-spot. You slowly pulled them out and lifted them to his lips. He didn't hesitate to take your fingers into his mouth, lapping at your juices. "Such a dirty boy, too. You just love to taste, don't you?"
Leon nodded, slowly pulling back with another lewd 'pop!'. "You taste so good." He whined.
"I'll taste even better when you eat your cum out of me." You watched his eyes widen slightly, and his cock twitched at the thought.
"You're gonna let me cum inside of you?" He barely whispered, his body practically revived just from the offer of getting to have his mouth on you.
"You've already handled so much, don't you think you deserve a reward? Even though you're not the best listener yet."
Leon nodded eagerly. You giggled, lowering yourself to press your folds over his cock. He gasped, the warmth sending a shiver up his spine. You lifted your hips once more before lifting his cock to line up with your hole. The tip sank in, and Leon went limp beneath you. Eyes rolled back, breath caught in his throat, head laid on the pillows. And just like that, he was fully wrapped up in your warm, tight pussy.
"Oooh, my God." A guttural moan left his throat. And continued to repeat as he felt you lift your hips and drop them. Again. And again. And again. Your breasts bounced with each movement, his body trembling already. He watched, eyes glued to your chest as he watched the way you bounced on his cock.
After some adjusting, your own moans began to fill the room. It was a relief to Leon. He was so scared you wouldn't feel good from just his dick, but he was the one earning those moans from those pretty lips. His hands searched blindly before they came to grasp at your hands, searching for more support.
"Aw, poor baby, you wanna hold my hands?" You teased.
"Yeah, yeah, please.." he whimpered, back arching and hips bucking into you.
"You're such a cute little thing. So good for me, huh? So good, makin' me feel good." You praised, and he soaked it in. Soaked it in like a fucking sponge in need of water. "Wanna make it feel better for me?"
"Yes. Yes, I do. I-I really do." He practically jumped at the invitation.
"Grab that toy and turn it on. Put it right on my clit." You told him. His cheeks flushed. "You know where that is?"
"I-i know where it is." A pause as one hand searched for the vibrator off to the side. He found it and looked down, watching you bounce and grind on his length. "I hope." He added under his breath. You laughed, a breathy sound. But much to your pleasure, he turned the toy on and pressed it perfectly against your puffy clit. You moaned louder than before, and he felt you squeeze around his cock.
"Ah! Fuck, yeah, that's perfect." You let your head fall back, bouncing faster to seek your own pleasure.
"Oh, oh, fuck! W-wait, 'm gonna cum again!" He squealed as a warning, but it meant nothing. You squeezed tighter on purpose, and he bucked his hips up into you as his cock pulsed, giving weak spurts of cum.
"Ooh, yeah, that's it, baby." You slowed for a moment, but didn't come to a stop. His cock remained half hard, and he cried as you milked him for all he had. "Just a little longer. A little more and I'll be all done. Just gotta- mmh," you trailed off with a moan, eyes rolling back as he tried to focus on stimulating your clit, rubbing the vibrator in shaky circles. "Just keep doing that. Keep it going."
He obliged, body trembling as his cock was forced into another erection. It wasn't against his desires because if he could, he'd let you milk him for the rest of the night, but it was such an intense sensation that it drove him insane. It didn't hurt, you were right, but fuck did it feel like a lot.
He focused desperately on encouraging your orgasm, and everytime you pulsed around his cock, he'd jolt and instinctively buck his hips into you, trying to get deeper inside of you. His other hand, shakier than ever, came up to pull and pinch at your nipples, swapping between breasts each time he heard you moan from the touches.
Soon, you kept your word. Your body tensed above him, thighs trembling as your orgasm crashed into you and ripped a squeal from your throat. He ran into another orgasm at the same time, a sob torn from his lips as he gave one final burst of cum. His hands dropped, fully grasping your hips as you slowed into a steady grind of your hips. And when you slowly slipped his cock out just enough to where his tip acted like a plug to keep his cum from dripping out of you. Your hand reached up and made him look at you.
"Still with me?" You asked.
"Green." He breathed, his tip pulsing against your hole.
"Perfect. Because you made a mess. Don't you think I've cleaned your messes enough tonight?" You mused.
"Mhmm." He nodded, eyes barely remaining open until he felt you crawl up his body until your pussy was right above his face. He stared, and as he saw the sticky mess begin to drip, he leaned in and latched his lips on quickly. You moaned, hands coming to keep his face against your core.
"Fuuck," you ground your hips, squeezing around nothing as you felt his tongue take experimental licks. He was too shy to properly lick or suck or even delve inside. "Come on, don't be shy. Put some effort into it. You can.. you can flick your tongue or suck my clit. Or you can use your tongue to.. Mm, to clean your mess properly."
Leon listened, and with your guidance, he managed to get you clean enough. His tongue delved inside of you, swirling and flicking to try and clean you out like he'd been told. When you lifted your hips off of his face, he looked confused, dazed.
"Why.. why did you stop?" He asked, his lips and chin coated in your arousal.
"Because I just wanted you to clean me. You already made me cum before. And besides, you need more practice with your mouth, so that'll be saved for another day."
Leon pouted at how you said it, but he didn't argue. He watched you settle beside him and reach for a tissue to clean him up. You wiped away the cum from around his length and torso, making sure he was all clean before you let him curl into you, his face pressed right against your tits.
You giggled. "You feel okay, my love?" You asked quietly.
"Yeah." He mumbled. "Just tired now." He snuggled into you, slotting one leg between yours and wrapping his arms around you tightly.
"I know. But I think we should get you some water, maybe eat some food, and then rest. You just used a lot of energy. Like.. a lot." You explained softly, gently pulling him to sit up.
"Okay.." he didn't argue, leaning into you to seek comfort.
"We can just sit down beforehand. It's okay." You soothed.
"You didn't mean all those things, right?" He asked suddenly. Your heart squeezed at the squeak in his voice.
"Oh, baby, no," you lifted his head and looked into his eyes. "It was just for the moment. You're not a freak. You're not gross. You're not any of what I said. I only said it in the moment because you seemed to enjoy it. Did you not enjoy it?"
"I did, I just.. wanted to check." He murmured, looking at you with appreciation.
"It was all just for the excitement. I promise you, Leon." You pulled him into your lap, and he curled up. He closed his eyes and let you gently soothe his worries.
"Do you feel okay after everything? Was anything too much?" You asked.
"I mean.. it felt too much, but it wasn't bad. I liked it."
"Good. We'll do more planning next time."
"Next time?" He looked up at you.
"You want a next time?"
He nodded. "Please..?"
"We can talk more in the morning. Just breathe before we go and grab food and water."
He leaned up and pressed a kiss to your lips, murmuring a soft "thank you".
Leon might be inexperienced, but this, despite how little he had ever truly felt in the realm of intimacy, he could confidently say this is the best he'd ever feel. He got to be with you. Physically, emotionally, mentally. He wouldn't change that for the world.