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That Bit of Fuel To Your Fire

DI!Leon S. Kennedy x f!reader

Summary: when trying to get on your boyfriend’s nerves turns into you getting taught a lesson

Warnings: explicit sexual content, minors dni, p in v, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, multiple positions, angry sex (for a bit), mating press, headlock, dom!leon, the s stands for slut, he has a mouth on him bc I said so, we pissed off Leon and we learned the consequences, tipsy!reader, age gap (10 years), established relationship, no use of y/n, reader has hair long enough to pull and is shorter than Leon

WC: 7.3k this mad long I’m sorry

A/N: yo uh…. Leon in 2025 in crazy. And yet here we are. I will say, I started writing this is 2023 and picked it back up with the encouragement of @wittyjasontodd so thank her for that. Did I get a lil carried away? Yes. Would I do it again? Also yes angry Leon pound my shit pls. Anyway idk if this is gonna flop but at I least one person will enjoy it

Just gonna leave this here… this was heavy inspo for this.. take it how you will.

You didn't mean to make him angry. Truly, you didn't. For as long as you had been dating, you never went anywhere without the other knowing. It wasn't a possessive thing, but more of a safety thing. You knew Leon felt more at ease when he knew where you were, and you didn’t mind. But sometimes you just couldn't possibly let him know of all your plans, right? With how much he worked and with how little he actually looked at his phone, he couldn't possibly be upset at you for going out without telling him first. You tried, but it wasn't your fault he didn't answer your call. You sent him a text saying you were going to a friend's house and left it at that.

You were a bit angry at him that night. A canceled date night left a sour taste in your mouth. You hadn’t seen your boyfriend in two weeks. You just missed him so much. Your naive self had hoped he would actually be home at a reasonable time. After all, he had arrived home from his mission the night prior at such an ungodly hour you were passed out, and he had left before you even woke up for work. Hence why you were so excited to finally have him all to yourself.

You had already gotten all prettied up for him, made him dinner, so eager to spoil him after weeks of whatever the fuck it was that he did on his missions. It was around seven when you got a 'will be home late. Sorry baby' text from him. To say that you were a little upset was an understatement. You understood his job was very demanding, from the little he actually told you, but fuck, you could only take so much.

It was maybe ten when you got a text from your college-friends group chat, once again insisting you join them for drinks at one of their places. You had originally declined as you would much rather spend your night with your boyfriend. But right now, you have no boyfriend to care for. And you weren't going to sulk in your misery. You contemplated your options, perhaps a little immature on your part, you decided to take them up on their offer despite not being able to reach Leon to let him know you would go out. You figured a couple drinks wouldn't hurt.

You joined your friend and drove to your mutual friend's house. Things were fine at first, but as soon as drinks started flowing and everyone got loose, you realized you probably would have been better off drinking by yourself in your apartment.

It wasn't anything huge. But there were definitely a few people, all drinking and passing around a joint to smoke, all winding down from a stressful week. You were surrounded by a few acquaintances, girls you went to college with, all gossiping about their coworkers, bosses, lovers and everything in between. You didn't partake in any of it. You simply leaned on the kitchen island the group of women were surrounding, silently sipping on your drink. Until they decided you were next. They always did get a kick out of teasing you for being so reserved and quiet.

"So I heard from Sarah that you're dating a fed? How did that even happen?" Your eyes moved on their own towards your friend, Sarah. You glared at her for her indiscretion but ultimately brought your attention back to the question.

"We met at a bar last year. We actually moved in together a couple months ago." You answered as vaguely as possible, not wanting to give more details than you actually needed. But somehow, your ambiguity only gave the gossiping ladies more curiosity, so they all turned their attention on you.

"Wow, that's pretty big. What does he look like? Is he hot?"

You forced yourself not to roll your eyes. Is that what it all came down to? Yes, Leon was incredibly hot, the most attractive man you had ever met, but he had other things going for him too. Wouldn't they want to know about those? Probably not.

You opened your mouth to give a dismissive answer but your friend Sarah chimed in before you could get a word in.

"He's so hot. He totally gives hot older biker vibes." Your eyes grew so wide you thought they were going to pop out of their sockets. You nearly choked on your drink as the words left her mouth, and your head whipped in her direction. She definitely saw it, but she only laughed. "You know I'm right! I honestly don't know how you managed to bag that man, you're not exactly close in age."

You stared at her so hard you thought you'd pop a blood vessel. You were severely reconsidering your life choices, and you were definitely regretting introducing her to Leon. Well, not that you had done it by choice. You were at a bar with Leon, a bar that just so happened to be Sarah's go to, she left you no choice but to introduce him. A choice you knew you were going to regret in the long run. You knew your friend and she definitely had a gossiping problem.

"Oh my God! He's older? My God, I didn't think you had that in you! To think you were so shy in college." Another one of your friends commented, only making the rest of the women in the room laugh at your expense.

"Okay, he's not… he's not that old." You tried to defend yourself, mumbling into your glass, eyes darting around to find all of their gazes still on you.

"Yeah, like ten years older than you!"

"Sarah, I swear to fucking God."

"Oh, come on, there's nothing to be ashamed of. You're living all of our dreams, you get to be a spoiled sugar baby. We don't judge." That comment got on the last nerve you still had left.

Downing the remaining alcohol in your glass, you waved your hands in defeat and grabbed your purse from the chair next to you. You heard their collective laughter, all exclaiming they were just messing with you. But you had enough alcohol in your system to stop you from giving a fuck about what they had to say.

"This was exactly why I stopped hanging out with all of you. You just can't mind your own fucking business." You shook your head with distaste, collective laughs echoing behind you as you walked away.

Today just simply was not your day. Perhaps you were a little dramatic. Perhaps.

You kept hearing your name being called, but you otherwise ignored them. You stopped right at the door, sighing a bit when you remembered Sarah had given you a drive there. And it was a bit too late to call a lyft. So your only option..

"Where the hell have you been?" You flinched a bit at his angry words, gritting your teeth and closing your eyes. Three missed calls and too many messages to read them all. "I've been calling you all night. Are you alright?"

You bit your lip softly, lips curling a bit at his mixture of anger and concern, "'m sorry. My phone was on silent."

You heard him groan into the phone. He was silent for a second, you could hear the sound of cars and static from the wind.

"Where are you? Do you need me to come get you?"

"Please. I'll send you the address." You removed your phone from your ear, typing into your phone quickly before bringing it back to your ear. "Are you still at the office?"

“No. I left an hour ago.” He answered with a frustrated sigh that came straight from his chest. Truth was, this man had been driving around town for a while, not wanting to go home until he heard from you. "I'll be there in ten. Wait outside for me."

"Mkay… I love you." You mumbled, scrunching up your face a bit knowing he was not happy with you, and you were definitely going to be in a lot of trouble when you got home.

"Mmmm, love you too." Another strained sigh.

You blew air through your nose, rubbing your eyes as you shoved your phone into your purse. You looked over your shoulder, looking into the kitchen where your so called friends were, you saw Sarah standing near the entryway that connected the dining space to the living room. You shot her a glare out of the corner of your eyes before you went straight to the front door. You waited on the porch just about ten minutes before you heard a motorcycle engine coming up the street.

You didn't need to see his face to know it was him. You would recognize Leon's black Ducati anywhere, anytime, tipsy or not. You could hear that thing from a block down. He pulled up on the side of the sidewalk. He was kicking the stand, and standing in front of it in seconds. As soon as he took off his helmet his eyes landed on you. He ran a hand through his messed up strands, brushing them back for it to inevitably fall over his eyes again in a minute. You swallowed hard as you started to walk in his direction. You kept your head down as you came to stand in front of him with a bit of shame.

Leon leaned against his bike, an eyebrow irked as he looked at you with sharp eyes. A long exhale left his lips but he said nothing to you. He was very good at masking his emotions, pain, grief, anger. He gave nothing but a blank stare and a stoic flat line. But he had been sitting in his own annoyance and panic for hours, unable to go anywhere but his fucking desk until he finished his reports. Out of all days you had to decide to try and prove a point. He knew it annoyed you, although you took his no show dates and late nights with a kind smile and sweet understanding, he could tell deep down it frustrated you to no end, especially because you didn’t fully understand the depths of what he did for a living. He couldn’t tell you, so part of him understood your frustration. But another part of him wanted nothing more than to throw you on the nearest surface and fuck your attitude right out of you.

He stood silent, baby blues just staring you down as he clenched his jaw. He was trying so fucking hard but his patience today just was just on the verge of slipping him. A bit shyly, you leaned into him, pressing the side of your face to his chest.

"'M sorry… I should've told you where I was." You mumbled quietly, shuddering a bit when he brought a hand to the back of your hair.

"Not here. We'll talk at home." His reply was quick, his tone otherwise flat as he caught a few faces looking out the window of the house you had come out of. "Your friends are nosy."

You looked over your shoulder to find Sarah and a few of your other friends peeking through the curtains. You couldn't stop yourself from snorting at how juvenile they were all acting. You turned to look at Leon and nodded at him.

"I noticed." You chuckled dryly and rolled your eyes, taking your helmet when he handed it to you. You watched his face, blank and stoic, but his blue eyes were anything but calm. "Are you angry with me?"

His jaw ticked, his head falling to the side as he breathed out a long sigh, "I said not here babe. Get on."

"Leon.."

One of his large hands came to rest at the back of your neck. From afar, the gesture seemed sweet, tender and loving from your boyfriend. In reality, he forced your head back as he leaned down to talk in your ear, a gesture of dominance that made a shudder slip down your spine.

"I'm not going to tell you again. I'm not having this conversation here. Get on the bike."

A quiet gasp left your lips and your eyes shot up a bit. You gave him a wide eyed look, swallowing hard. And you should be ashamed to say just how wet seeing him this angry made you. You gave him a quick nod and hopped on the back of his motorcycle without another protest. Leon raised an eyebrow at you, a soft scoff leaving his lips as he without a word placed your helmet over your head. You jumped the slightest bit, the gesture gentle yet rough as he adjusted it on your head. You swallowed a weak sound as he got on as well, aggressively throwing on his own helmet before revving up his motorcycle. And an uneven sigh left his lips when you pressed yourself against his back, arms tightly wrapped around his torso.

He said nothing at this, or at all the whole ride to your apartment. You didn't dare to say anything either. Just his tense shoulders and cold body language screamed volumes of how he felt about you in that moment. You got absolutely nothing. Not a pat on your leg, not a squeeze of your thigh. Not even a sly comment about how tight you were gripping him. Never mind the fact that he was going ninety on the fucking highway like you weren’t gripping him for dear life.

His cold silence was no different when you (somehow) made it to your apartment. You followed him up silently, lips pulled into a tiny pout as you silently walked into your apartment. The door slammed behind Leon so hard you thought he ripped it off the hinges. You jumped at the loud noise, swallowing hard as you slowly turned around to face him.

"No, no, you don't get to look at me like that." He huffed, blue eyes sharp as he glared at your pouty lips and scrunched up face.

"Leon.. I said I was sorry." You tried to argue, frustration lacing your tongue as he stood in front of you in two long strides.

And he laughed. He fucking laughed.

"You're sorry? I called you all night, was worried fucking sick and you're sorry?" He wasn't yelling, he barely ever raised his voice at you, but this was worse. His tone was low, gravelly, raspy, almost sounding like a growl as he spat out the words. And all you could do was hopelessly stare back at him.

“Yeah, well, I called you first and you didn’t pick up. What was I supposed to do?” You answered back, your tone quickly shifting when you realized he wasn’t budging. Sass laced your tongue as you scrunched up your face a little. Your attitude was something Leon often found amusing, but not when he was already on the edge of losing his shit.

“I was at the office doing a stack of goddamn reports so fucking tall it would give your dumb little head a migraine. How the hell was I supposed to know you decided to go out and get shitfaced?” His tone was accusatory, stern, matching his clenched jaw and wide eyes, there even was a slight twitch of frustration in his right eye. “Oh, I know how, ‘cause I looked at the security cameras and guess who wasn’t home? That’s right—my girlfriend.”

You stared at him, lips parted as you clicked your tongue. You had nothing. You knew damn well you did this on purpose. You wanted to piss him off like he had pissed you off. You just hadn’t expected his weeks away on whatever the fuck he had been doing to have been so—eventful.

Still, you were petty first, and a brat second. So you just rolled your eyes and scoffed at him in response. And unfortunately for you, Leon had no more patience left in his pretty body. And you just broke the last string of sanity holding him together.

"Y'know what? Bedroom. Now." He motioned his arm then looked at you. You just stood there, wide eyed and mouth slightly agape, but didn't move a muscle, shocked by his tone shift. He exhaled unevenly, eyes closing for just a second as he breathed through his nose. "Don't act like you didn't hear me. Go. Now."

You blinked a couple times, stammering a bit but decided against protesting when he tilted his head at you, eyes narrowed with frustration. Your feet were moving on their own, and you could hear his heavy footsteps close behind you. God, you were in so much trouble.

You slowly turned around to face him again, his leather jacket was long gone, only a black button-up covering his chest. You swallowed when his eyes traveled down and back up with this look that was anything but innocent. Then he spoke.

"How much have you had to drink tonight?" He asked with a tilt of his head. You frowned at him, your lips parted but you didn't answer. He sighed deeply at your lack of response, and he was in front of you in two long strides, his body towering over yours. "Answer the question sweetheart."

You blinked, swallowing hard when his hand came to hold your jaw in a tight grip. "I'm not drunk if that's what you're asking."

He irked up an eyebrow at your hesitation, but he believed you. He had seen you drunk, this wasn't it. He simply nodded and he let go of your face.

"On your knees." His command was short and simple, direct. But you still hesitated, your reactions a bit delayed due to the alcohol still running in your system.

"Leon.."

"What did I just say? Get on your fucking knees—" He leaned down, his face all up in yours. His tone a low growl coming from his chest."—before I put you there."

Your lips parted at the same time your eyes grew twice their size at the sharpness of his tone. His sapphire eyes glared down at you with such intensity it made your heart race. Still, you said nothing and slowly nodded. You pressed your lips together as you sat on the back of your knees, your eye level at his belt.

"You wanna apologize? Alright, show me how sorry you are." His tone was sharp as he breathed out the words, like the control he still had left of himself was quickly faltering.

"I.. I am sorry, Leon.. So sorry." You spoke so quietly it sounded like a whisper, a soft pathetic whisper as your shaky hands unbuckled his belt, delicate fingers unzipping his jeans enough to free his cock from the confines of his boxer briefs.

Leon inhaled loudly through his nose as soon as his cock sprung free, and his eyes closed with relief as he let out a breath through his lips. Then he gave you a hum.

"That's a good girl." The praise left his lips in a rasp as he fixed his eyes on you, and fuck the compliant and expectant look in your big eyes made him want to throw you on his bed and fuck you stupid.

He would, eventually. But you needed a lesson first.

"Go on."

You blinked at him slowly as you wrapped your hand around his cock, squeezing him ever so slightly as you wrapped your lips around the tip of him. Another sharp exhale left his lips and one of his hands instinctively landed on the back of your head. He wasn't pushing or pulling your hair yet, only grounding himself. You moved down his cock, taking as much as you could before pulling back up. Your cheeks were hollowed as your tongue swirled.

"Mmmm yes—yeah, that's it, pretty girl," He said with a pleasured sigh, his fingers now lacing around your hair until he had the majority of it pulled back. "This goddamn mouth of yours—shit."

He couldn't help himself, you were just making him feel so goddamn good. He used your hair to control your movements. He held you down further on his cock, held your down longer. And you were perfectly okay with it. You didn't care that your eyes had started watering, or that your cheeks were stained with makeup. You loved it actually.

"Your mouth takes me so well. So fucking well—fuck, you're gonna make me come." He clenched his fingers around your hair, his eyes involuntarily closing when he felt you gag around his cock. He almost came right then and there when you pushed your head further down, as if to encourage him to.

But that was too easy. The lesson was far from over.

You almost whined out loud when he pulled you off his cock. God, he made a mess of you already. Eyes watery, mascara staining your cheeks and spit dripping down your chin. The sight alone made his cock twitch.

"Yeah, good girl. C'mere." He pulled you up by your face, lips crashing against your in an instant. It was so intoxicating how he kissed you, his large hands holding your face, his tongue in your mouth, his cologne filling your space and consuming the air in your lungs. His entire presence was consuming you, taking you in and leaving you at his will. And the worst part? You didn’t mind.

It was without parting from your lips that he made you walk back until the back of your knees touched the edge of the bed, and he pushed you back with the weight of his body. Your back was flat on the soft covers as he held himself above you with his knee between your parted thighs. He pulled back with a heavy breath of his chest, as if his self-control was leaving him little by little. His forehead almost touched yours, honey brown strands falling over his pretty face. His eyes were dilated with a mixture of pure arousal and pent up frustration, overtaking the blue of his eyes, and yet, his gaze was so soft as he stared down at you. Pure adoration and devotion is what you saw, no matter how angry or frustrated he could have been with you, he always looked at you like you were the prettiest thing in this world.

But you definitely were not getting away from how badly he wanted to ruin you.

“Strip. Then lay on your stomach.” He said with a ragged breath, arousal rolling off his tongue as he sat back on his knees to give you space.

Your lips were parted as you watched this slut of a man undo the buttons of his shirt, leaving you to witness just how gorgeous your boyfriend was. You definitely licked your lips as he shrugged it off his shoulders, your eyes slowly moving down from his hair-dusted chest to his happy trail, stopping just above his belt and you blinked slowly at the sight of his glistening cock. Leon tilted his head at the way you were damn near fucking drooling and he blew out a laugh.

“You wanna be a good girl for me, right?” He asked with a raise of his eyebrows, but his voice was laced with sarcasm. You blinked at him, nodding slowly. “So do as I say before I think of something worse to do to you.”

“Oh, God…” You mumbled, more to yourself, raw and hopeless realization dawning on you. You nodded and did as you were told. You scrambled out of your clothes, each piece being tossed somewhere to make a mess as Leon just watched you with intensity, but an unreadable expression. You already missed the look on his face when you laid on your stomach, getting comfortable with your cheek pressed into the sheets and your arms in front of you. You had a feeling you could be in this position for a while.

Leon huffed softly, rolling his eyes at how pathetic you could be sometimes, completely at his will and your attitude quickly vanishing. Without as much as a word, he grabbed your hips and raised your ass up, your pretty little cunt on full display for him. And fuck, were you dripping. Leon made sure you knew it.

“Of course you’re wet. Why am I not surprised?” He blew out another throaty chuckle, a grunt rumbling in his chest as he ran his tongue from your clit to your hole once more. You could only whine in response. “Does it make you wet? Pissing me off? Getting on my goddamn nerves? Hmph. If you wanted to be put in your place, you could've just asked, baby.”

His tongue lapped at your pussy almost like a punishment. From your clit to your hole, large hands gripping your ass and keeping you spread out for him. And you? You were at his mercy, clutching the sheets between your hands as if that would ground you from the delicious feeling of his tongue on your cunt. It was hard to tell if Leon was trying to teach you a lesson or if he was doing this out of his own enjoyment if the grunts leaving his chest were any indication of his intentions.

Leon knew exactly what he was doing. Pleasure built up in your stomach each time his tongue lapped at your swollen clit, he licked and sucked at you like a man on a mission, and you begged and cried for your release to be granted. And then his tongue would leave you to slip into your hole, starting you all over with the pressure of his thumb instead. Over, and over until you could feel frustrated tears prickle at the corners of your eyes.

“Ah—Leon please.” You didn’t know what you were begging for, your voice broken in your throat and your forehead pressed into the bed as he fucked you with his tongue and his thumb pressed on your clit. “Please, don’t do this to me, I need you so badly.”

Your pathetic pleads hit him like claymore. A sound resembling a growl rumbled in his chest and you were sure the imprint of his nails would be there for days to come after this. But you didn’t fucking care. This man hadn’t fucked you in weeks and you were on the edge of losing it if you didn’t have him inside you. It was a sentiment he shared, especially when you were begging for him like this.

“‘Course my pretty girl needs me to fuck her. That’s what you always need, isn’t it?” Arousal coated his tongue as he peeled himself from your sweet pussy. Begrudgingly so, his cock was painfully hard and he knew it.

“God, yes. It’s been so long.” You breathed out through gritted teeth, chest heavy as you prepared yourself for what was about to come.

“It’s only been two weeks. Did you miss my dick that badly?” He scoffed, his tone teasing as he ridded himself of his jeans. A heavy breath left his lips as he sat on his knees, his cock in one hand as he grabbed the back of your neck with the other.

You gasped, your eyes widening the tiniest bit and you inhaled sharply as you replied, “Two weeks too fucking long.” You dug your teeth into your bottom lip as you felt the tip of his cock press against your cunt.

“Since you wanted it so badly, you better take it like a good girl. And I mean it.” It was a promise sealed with his cock sliding into you, stretching and filling your walls like you had been craving since the last time you saw him.

Your mouth felt wide open at the intrusion, your forehead pressed against the sheets as he held you down by the back of your neck. Leon let his eyes flutter shut, a guttural sigh rumbling in his chest as he brushed his hair away from his eyes with his free hand, savoring the intoxicating feeling of your tight pussy squeezing his cock.

“Needed this so badly.” He groaned out, his head slightly thrown back as all the pent up frustrations that had built up over the past few weeks slowly began to leave his tense shoulders. It was with a vice grip on your hip that he began abusing your tight walls. And you could do nothing but take it all. You knew damn well you could never outrun him, outwrestle him, free yourself from his grasp. And you were perfectly okay with that. “Fuck. Been dealing with so much bullshit, from everyone, I just wanted to come home to my girl—to my sweet girl. And you had to piss me off today out of all days. Fuck off.”

His hips rutted against your ass to match the harsh words leaving his chest, all you could do was moan in response, heat rushing to your face both in arousal and embarrassment that he was calling you out like this.

“Leon—“ Your tone was a plea, an apology, a promise. You gasped, your arms stretched out in front of you as he wrapped his fingers around the roots of your hair and held you down, muffling out any other words you could’ve said to him.

“You just had to be such a fucking brat. But don’t worry sweetheart, you will get fucked like one.”

Oh, fuck yes.

You tried to tell him, but you don’t think he heard you, not with how you cried into the sheets when he leaned his body weight into your ass to pound into you harder, deeper. You were sure you could feel him in your goddamn stomach. You were crying, unable to do much but just take what he was giving you. And it wasn’t like Leon wasn’t rough sometimes, he would be if you asked. But it was never out of frustration with you. It was different, like something he had been holding back finally snapped. And you were eager to explore this foreign side of your otherwise sweet and gentle boyfriend.

“Taking me so well, honey.” He mumbled, voice gravelly as he leaned over your back, his chest flush against your body, caging you in. His words of rough appraisal were in your ear making the heat between your legs more and more unbearable by the second. But it was when he brought his beefy arm in front of you, hooking from shoulder to shoulder that you fucking lost it. He pressed his bicep to your neck, putting you in a fucking headlock as he damn near bullied your cunt. “This how you like it? Hm? You’re loving this, aren’t ya?”

You just knew you looked like a pathetic slut and you were barely getting started, lips parted, eyes rolled back into your head and your nails digging into his arm.

“Yesyesyes.” You gasped, words slurred and breathy, your pussy pulsing around his cock as your orgasm threatened too fucking fast for your liking. “Love it so much, Leon. Please, it feels so good. Wanna—“ You trailed off, your body spasming under his as he held you down on cock, your thighs shuddering as you tried so fucking hard to fight off your release, but failed miserably.

“Shit, already? You really did miss my dick, huh?” He breathed out a laugh, sneaking his hand in front of you to play with your swollen clit, giving you that little push that made you gush around him. You were sobbing, pleading his name as his cock glistened with your release. But he wasn’t letting up, he rocked his hips and his fingers played with your clit some more and you twitched in aftershock. “Ohh, that’s it, pretty girl. Being my good girl already.”

Your head was spinning, your vision blurry with tears of pleasure. You let your head fall back to his shoulder as you panted with exhaustion. But it was when Leon still sat hard inside you that you opened your eyes with a little suspicion.

“Doing okay, baby?” He pressed his lips to your jaw, lazily drawing his hips back, the filthy sound of his cock sliding back and forth inside your cunt reaching your ears like a sore reminder. You nodded slowly, gripping his arm still locked across your shoulders like vice. “Mhmm, good. ‘Cause I’m not done with you.”

“Huh—“

“Oh, don’t you worry that pretty lil’ head of yours, you’re getting exactly what you asked for.” You could just hear the devious smirk on his pretty lips as he flipped you over, you back hitting the bed with enough force to make you slightly bounce on it. There was a wide-eyed look on your face, slightly panicked. Which Leon took with his ever present shit-eating expression, his cock hard and glistening.

“Oh, fuck.” Fell from your lips when you realized just what you were in for and just what your uncalled for attitude was going to cost you. Leon almost laughed at the look on your face, effortlessly dragging you to meet his hips. He grabbed one of your ankles and pressed it flat to his shoulder, his other hand making quick work of slipping his cock back in your wet cunt.

“Oh, fuck—is right. Remember, you did this to yourself, honey. You and your bratty fucking attitude. An attitude I’m gonna fuck outta you—by the way.” He groaned, the words almost like a growl leaving his chest as he sank into you so easily from how wet you were.

You wanted to scream so badly, your hands instinctively flying to cover yourself, almost like you wanted to hide just how much you were enjoying your current predicament. In fact, this was exactly what you were craving, and Leon knew that damn well.

“Whatcha hiding for, hm? Doesn’t it feel good? C’mon. Lemme hear ya.” His words were teasing, laced with a mocking grin as he reached over to pull your hands down, his hips rutted against you as he sank so fucking deep you swore you could feel him in your cervix.

“God, yes. Feels so good, Leon.” You were gasping for air, mouth hanging wide open, trying—and failing, so hard to hold back the pathetic sounds that threatened to escape you. But with the way Leon drilled into you, your heel digging into his shoulder as you body slid back forth on the mattress, all you could do was scream.

“You’re taking me so well, sweetheart. You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?” The words rolled off his tongue with a little venom, a little bittersweet smile biting at his lips and his fingers dug into hips, holding you in place as he fucked you into the mattress like he didn’t care if you had bruises in the morning or if the walls had dents after this. “Yes, you are.”

You couldn’t help it. You really couldn’t. Not with the way this man was pounding you so hard and so perfectly your whole body was shaking, nothing but a blabbering mess at the mercy of his cock. The way he drove you past the point of overstimulation, you were so fucking done for. You could feel it, again.

“Fuck. Oh, God. Please, Leon—need to—“ You choked out, both wanting to run away from his cock and wishing he would split you wide open. Leon tilted his head at you, a breathy chuckle slipping past his lips as he leaned down ever so slightly, enough to grab your hair.

“Mhmm, look at you. Look at the goddamn mess you’re making on my dick.” He breathed out a laugh, his long fingers lacing around your hair as he forced you to look down where his cock was slipping in and out of your cunt, glistening. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your pretty nails digging into his arm as you accepted your fate, all but taking his cock until you gushed around his cock, for a second time. “Oh, there you go, baby. Such a good girl for me.”

You were gasping for air, sputtering incoherent curses and what sounded like Leon’s name, but he ultimately couldn’t even understand you. The utterly cock-drunk look on your face, face flushed and glistening with sweat, your mouth hanging open as you sobbed his name, Leon had to be honest, it almost made him come right then and there. He had to think about the astronomical stack of reports he had to do that day, the amount of bullshit he had to ensure from everyone and recite the entire D.S.O manual to stop himself from losing the little self-control he still hung on to.

Your head was spinning, your vision blurry as blood rushed to your head. You were panting as you brought your hands up to your face, unaware of whatever the fuck Leon was doing in that moment. With a soft hiss, he slipped out of you, leaving you empty for all five seconds. Without so much as a warning, he dragged you up the bed with his hands under your armpits like you weighed absolutely nothing. You had somehow slipped down to the middle of the bed amid his chaos. You squealed, about to say something when he leaned down to crash his lips against yours, it was messy, all tongue and spit as he tossed a bunch of pillows out of his way like they had just insulted him.

“Leon.” You whined, your throat raw and your heart pounding so hard against your chest you thought it was going to burst.

Leon tilted his head at you, a grin pulling at his lips as he moved between your legs, his glistening cock sitting between your slick folds as he pressed your knees against your chest, big palms flat against the underside of your thighs.

“You got one more in you, don’t ya, pretty girl?” He dug his teeth into his bottom lip, smugness rolling off his tongue and he laughed at the stammer coming from your lips. “You just feel so goddamn good. Don’t you wanna feel good, too?”

He didn’t even have to ask. He could slip in his cock without saying a word and you would be gushing all over it. But he loved hearing you say it—or at least agree. You would always agree. You always needed more of him. Everything he gave you, you took it, happily. You craved it, in fact. You could never say no to this man and he knew it. You were fucked the day you met him.

You nodded, eyes glossed over and cock-drunk. You could already feel your cunt throbbing around nothing in anticipation. Waiting, craving to be filled again. You even had a lopsided smile on your face, you were definitely insane, but you didn’t care.

It was like this is where he belonged. Deep inside your tight walls, making you so full you fucking cried. He needed this. As pissed off as he was a few hours ago, he would forgive anything you could possibly do, especially when this was how you made up.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You feel so good, what the fuck.” The words left him in a grunt as he fucked you for the third time. His pace picked up almost immediately, rough hips rutting down into you and the hairs at the base of his cock rubbed against your clit in the best way possible. “Where’s all that attitude now, huh?”

If you hadn’t been so damn fucked out, you would have rolled your eyes at him. But then again, that was the whole reason you were in the predicament in the first place. So instead, your response came in the form of a whimpered cry, your fingers laced deep in his hair as he watched your every move from above you. His hair fell over his eyes more and more with each snap of his hips. The headboard slammed steadily against the wall, steady and hard, to match each of Leon's movements. You just knew your next door neighbors were sick of your shit at this ungodly hour. But you were beyond showing any concerns.

“Fuckfuckfuck—please, please don’t stop. Feels so good. You make me feel so good, Leon.” You sobbed right in his ear, holding his face as he leaned his forehead down on your, using his big fucking body as leverage, keeping your thighs spread open for him to use you as he desired.

“Fuck, I love you so much. Even if you’re a brat and get on my goddamn nerves.” He chuckled through his teeth, his words a juxtaposition to how he folded you and was pounding into your abused hole.

“Mhmmm, love you. Love you so much, hun.” You mumbled, lips parted and eyes closed as you felt that buildup in your stomach. And you knew you were going to feel this one the most, already so overstimulated you wanted to cry.

Leon hummed, his pretty eyes glazed over and his chest began to glisten with sweat. His bruised lips were parted as he grabbed both of your wrists in one hand and pinned them above your head, all but forcing you to take his cock bullying your cervix. The way he folded you and handled you how he pleased, how his body was so much bigger than yours, how he was so much than you, it all made you so fucking delirious you weren’t sure how you were still even concious.

“You wanna come? Hm? Yeah, come all over my dick. C’mon, baby. Do it for me.” He coaxed, his lips on your jaw, on your neck, sucking and licking as he drilled into you so deep you were genuinely worried about just how the fuck you were going to walk tomorrow. But any and all thoughts left your head when he rubbed circles around your swollen clit with his free hand. You were gushing, sobbing incoherent sounds that sounded like Leon and fuck. He wasn’t sure, he was more focused on how tight you were squeezing his cock and how much he wanted to come right now. “Fuck, just like that. Take it all just like that. My pretty girl. All mine. Just for me.”

Leon was muttering nonsense too, moaning in your ear as he finally allowed himself to let go, filling your walls with his cum. He sat all the way in, keeping all of him deep inside you until it couldn’t anymore. He was already dreading having to wash these fucking sheets, your mixed releases seeping into the sheets beneath you and everything smelled of sex and sweat.

“You okay, pretty?” Leon’s voice was quiet, a rumble, not even a portion of the angry growl from earlier. He spoke into your neck as he cradled the side of your head as you fought to control your breathing. He always asked if you were okay after, without missing a beat. It was sweet. You breathed out a high pitched hum as you brought up a hand to your face, a dumb smile on your face as you giggled with post-sex bliss. “Lemme get you some water.”

He left a kiss to your cheek, and another to the side of your head before he pulled away from you. The room was still spinning for you, vision blurry as you half nodded before you closed your eyes. When you opened them again you found Leon staring down at you, face flushed red and hair brushed back by his fingers as he held a glass of water in his hand. You half sat up against the headboard, shakily reaching for the glass. He watched you with big eyes, baby blues soft as he had pretty much forgotten why he was mad at you in the first place.

“Don’t you have work in the morning?” He asked casually, catching a glance of his watch. 4:15 a.m. Yeah, you definitely weren’t getting up at seven. You nodded slowly, your eyes flicking up to catch his shit-eating grin, but not before sneaking a glance of his glistening chest. “Yeah, you wanna call in? You might as well just stay in that bed.”

Well, fuck.

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