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[likesvader]

I Can Treat You Better

Hello everyone, I have written my second Leon fanfic and it is longer than the last one. Do you prefer longer or shorter works? Or should I write something with multiple parts? I hope you enjoy something a bit sweet.

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The warm tears ran down your cheeks, searing your skin. Your heart had felt as though it had been ripped straight from your chest, veins still attached as you shattered completely. You couldn’t even breathe properly anymore while you sat on the park bench in broad daylight. The ends of your sleeves were damp with the tears you wiped away and your cheeks were inflamed. It took all of the effort in the world to cry silently, attempting to prevent as many looks as possible. But it was so difficult, you sitting there pathetically wiping your eyes every few seconds with the present in crumpled up wrapping paper. It was your two year anniversary with your now ex-boyfriend and you had gotten him a watch. But when you made it to his apartment you heard a sound. 

You had been given a key to his apartment a few months ago, since your relationship was pretty serious. So you had snuck in to surprise him with the watch he had eyed so many times at the jewelry store in the mall. As soon as you closed the door, you heard them. Your boyfriend’s sensual grunts and breaths accompanied by very high pitched and feminine moans. Whoever she was moaned his name as soon as you peaked through the open door to his bedroom. Your boyfriend was utterly naked on top of a girl you had never seen before. She also had no clothes on and had her legs wrapped around his hips as he thrusted into her. You covered your mouth with your hand and ran, not caring if they heard the way you threw the door open behind you. He called your name, but you didn’t dare stop, you kept going. If you had stopped you would have actually exploded from embarrassment. From utter betrayal. You had thought he loved you, you had loved him, right? Why else would you have spent two years dedicated to that relationship. 

You had walked around aimlessly for about a half an hour, not knowing what to do. You had barely been able to send a text message out to your long time friend Leon. Albeit, through blurry eyes and a few spelling mistakes, he got the message.

‘He cheates on me’

Leon responded back after what felt like eternity, but was really about two minutes.

‘Where are you??’

‘Park’

Your fingers shook so badly that it was hard to press send. Once the text had sent, you dropped your phone by your side on the bench, not bothering with it again. Which left you where you were now. Feeling  alone, like a huge fool as your thoughts raced in your head. Were there any signs of him cheating on you? Of course there was. It made sense. He had started working later, it had started with just a few minutes, progressing to thirty and then even an hour more regularly. When you’d call, he wouldn’t get back to you for an extended period of time. It was like your worth to him was starting to deteriorate, but it just didn’t make any sense, until it did.

There was a sound of footsteps rapidly crescendoing until a pair of black boots stopped a foot in front of you. They were shiny through your blurry vision, but the faint smell of familiar masculinity made him easily identifiable. His knees buckled as he slowly knelt in front of you, taking your hands in his, bringing them away from your face so that he could hold them tightly. His icy blue eyes found yours, they were full of concern, his brows furrowed. 

You didn’t know how Leon was feeling. His emotions were bouncing everywhere. He felt pain for you and he felt rage. But he also felt a bit satisfied, he never liked that guy anyway, so good fucking riddance to him. Leon felt like he was a better match for you from the beginning of your friendship. He had a huge crush on you during his rookie days, and now that he had been seasoned over the years, he understood how he felt even more. He understood how you should be treated and how he wanted to treat you. But you were so vulnerable right now, but he couldn’t miss his opportunity. He could show you just how much you meant to him now and do a fine job at it too.

“Hey, you’ll be okay. Let’s get you out of here and somewhere more comfortable.” His smooth voice breaking through your ragged breaths, drawing your attention towards him. You only nodded.

Leon helped you stand on wobbly legs, leading you to his car. He wasn’t parked too far, but it was enough to be a hassle. He helped you in his Jeep and buckled you in before hopping into the drivers side, driving you both in silence to his place. You didn’t even have to lift a finger. He had carried you to his couch in the living room and set you down gently, then grabbed a throw blanket so he could wrap it around your shoulders. Leon sighed heavily, rubbing his palm over his face.

“Do I need to go fucking clock this guy?” He asked, it was more for himself, but you responded by shaking your head.

“I don’t want to think about him ever again, Leon.” It was the first time you had spoken since he found you in the park and he was relieved just to hear your voice.

“What do you need? Just tell me. I’ll get you whatever it is you need, okay?” Leon was still standing, looming over you like a guard dog, not that you had minded.

Leon had become a rugged kind of guy, losing his sweet baby face to this one with defined cheekbones and a smoldering gaze that even gave you the shivers. You had really liked him when you first met, but neither of you made a move on each other. When it didn’t go anywhere and your ex had come into the picture, you had partially agreed to start seeing him because you thought Leon just wasn’t into you like that, but you had been so wrong. Leon cared for you, but he didn’t talk about his feelings, so you had no way of knowing.

“I just want to watch a movie.” You shrugged.

Leon’s lips flattened and he nodded his head. His chest ached for you. So he hunted for your favorite movie, popping it into the TV so that he could sit down next to you as it played. You hadn’t moved, so in effort to help you relax, Leon looped his arm around you and shifted you so that you sat in his lap. He was slouched comfortably, so your back could relax into him. You were tense at first, but the weight of his arms surrounding your waist helped you ease into his body heat. Your head tilted so that the top of your head was just tucked under his jaw, enabling him to stroke your hair at various points throughout the movie.

You had been lost in thought for a while asking yourself how things would have been if you pursued Leon. Would it have ruined your friendship or would you guys have blossomed into something else. He was so perfect, you thought to yourself. You mentally compared him to your ex. Leon was taller, more fit with an amazing body and was dangerous. He wouldn’t brag about it, but you knew how he was. He could shoot a gun, knife fight, and be so calm and calculating. He was the opposite of your ex who couldn’t defend himself against an alley cat. What kind of man did you trust with your heart? He wasn’t a protector, Leon was. And boy, were you slowly starting to regret your choices right now. You were on the verge of saying something to Leon. But it wasn’t right. If you spoke up now, you’d just be taking advantage of him.

The movie scene caught your attention rather quickly. You had forgotten about it. It was getting steamy on the screen and you were uncomfortable for a few reasons. An obvious one was because you just found your ex cheating on you, but the other was because during your nights alone, you had watched this scene, envisioning Leon’s face and yours on the TV. But nobody needed to know how attractive you thought your friend was. In fact it was happening right now. Leon was directly under you, but you could picture you and him getting tangled up in a bed together like that. It made your breathing pick up a bit and heat simmer between your legs, making you squeeze your legs together.

You internally screamed at yourself for how you were reacting. You just went through the worst betrayal of your life and now you were watching a movie on your friend’s lap, getting turned on by thought of you both having sex. You squirmed in his lap, not even thinking, but his two hands settled on your hips, forcing you to still. You felt his chest press against your back as he spoke in your ear. 

“Sweet girl, I'm going to need you to stop squirming. I’m trying to be a good friend right now, but it’s really hard with you rubbing your ass against me like that. I’m not trying to take advantage of you while you're vulnerable.” His breath tickled your ear.

Your eyes closed while you relished in the term of endearment. Your ex had only called you ‘baby or ‘babe’ and you were the biggest fan. It was what everyone used, it wasn’t special and here Leon was, calling you something sweet. You didn’t even realize a sound left your mouth until Leon’s hand slid up your side and over your chest, resting a heavy hand on your neck. He wasn’t choking you, not even close, it felt more like he was trying to ground you. He shifted under you and that’s when you felt something firm against your lower back. Leon was feeling the same type of way you were.

“Leon, can I be honest with you?” You asked breathlessly

“Mhm.” His nose brushed down the side of your neck, before resting his chin on your shoulder.

He wasn’t a man of many words. He was more chatty before being in the police force and government work hardened him. Now his communication consisted of short sentences and a few grunts. Not quite like a caveman, he was much more robust, but he just wasn’t chatty like a child, his words were to the point, even if he was trying to sugar coat things for you now, it wasn’t working.

“He never touched me like it was enjoyable. I felt like I was chore to him.” You felt Leon tense against you. The cringe on his face practically audible. “I’d always have to ask for foreplay.”  You laughed humorlessly.

Leon didn’t respond immediately, he was weighing his options. Trying to think with both heads at once, but he leaned in a different direction the more his blood flowed towards the lower one. He took a deep and silent breath through his nose. 

“So, he couldn’t give you the attention you needed? But he could cheat on you.” His jaw clenched as he thought about your words. “When was the last time he made you feel good?”

You thought about it for a second. You couldn’t really remember the last time he ever made you feel so good you needed more. Usually you would have to settle for going home and finding a toy to finish yourself off. You never got more than a few thrusts from his fingers before he was going in. You shook your head. “I don’t know.”

“Then I’ll have to make you feel so good you forget he ever existed.” Leon’s tone heated and his hands shuffled around your torso, finding the hem of your sweater, his fingertips traced patterns on your skin.

His hands dipped under the fabric completely, slowly running his palms up your sides, pressing ever so slightly. You were getting excited at his movements. It had felt as though Leon was trying to imprint the feel of you to memory. Just the way his fingers grazed the bottom of your breasts sent small shocks of need straight between your legs. You sighed as you arched your back, pressing into his large strong hands. Leon had bypassed your bra, pulling it down so that his hands could massage both breasts at the same time. Leon scoffed. “Can’t believe anyone could pass up these. Fuck, could keep my hands in your shirt all day.” Leon pinched your peaked nipples, tugging them, making you squeak.

Leon’s lips latched onto your neck, kissing and licking under your ear. You tipped your head to the side so he had more room. He bit down happily, leaving a red mark on your neck. He didn’t say anything, but your ragged breaths were turning him on, making his length harden in his jeans. He couldn’t wait for more, but he was focused on you, finding extreme pleasure with the fact he was making you feel this way. If you were losing yourself with him touching just your chest, how were you going to react to his hands in your pants next?

The sensations were fueling the fire, you could feel dampness spreading in your panties. You hadn’t felt so needy before. You were craving more of Leon’s searing touch, so much so that you absentmindedly spread your legs open a bit. Leon took your open invitation and moved his hands to the button of your own pants, undoing it easily and unzipping them. You were so excited to have his hands on you, you were practically begging as your hips moved over his erection. Leon didn’t go right for the kill, instead he traced his fingers over the outside of your panties, feeling the damp spot that had formed.

“This for me?” He knew the answer. But he wanted to tease you, to hear you confirm it.

“Yes.” Your voice is an elated whisper. He smiled before dipping a hand into the band, letting his fingers dance around, avoiding the area you wanted him the most.

“Leon…” You whined, earning a husky chuckle.

“So impatient, sweet girl.” He pressed three fingers flat against your clit. “I’m assessing you. Need to make sure I take care of you properly.” He bit your earlobe, tugging slightly. “I can’t just rush into this.” He started rubbing sensual circles over your clit, you were craving friction, something to press against to relieve the heat of the desire. “I can’t go straight in. You weren’t given anything that could fill you up properly before so I have to work you a bit.” 

His middle finger slipped between your wet folds so that it could find your entrance, pressing it against you but not entering you yet. He held his finger there long enough to make you frustrated before sinking it into your tight cunt. You thought you were going to melt onto his lap that very moment. A moan left your lips when he thrusted his finger back into you. He was holding back for now, getting you ready for him. But his pace was fast and once he felt no more resistance he another finger and then a third all while you became a dripping mess on his fingers. The feeling of an orgasm began building as Leon finger fucked you, encouraging your hips to meet his hand. When his fingers curled a bit more in you, and they rubbed that spot the right way during his thrusts, the coil in your stomach snapped, leaving you in an open mouth silent scream as you shattered on Leon’s lap, coating his fingers completely. He held his fingers there for a few extra moments as you came down from your high before slowly slipping them from your heat.

You watched as his hand came up and over your shoulder so that he could suck them into his mouth. “Fuck.” He groaned. “Need you to taste how good you are.” The same hand that was just in his mouth cradled the side of your face so that he could pull your lips to his, kissing you deeply. You could taste yourself on his lips and tongue, it was a very hot gesture. He made you want more of him.

With a boldness you hadn’t had before, you rose from your spot on his lap so that you could turn completely and straddle Leon’s muscular thighs. Your arms wrapped around his neck so that you could kiss him heatedly, deeply. You craved him. His hands found your hips, pulling them against his so that he could press himself against your core. 

“More, please.” You begged against his lips.

His hands cupped your ass, lifting you as he stood. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you to his bedroom. He wasted no time as he set you down on the edge of his bed. He helped you lift your sweater and freed your breasts from your bra. Then he kneeled between your legs, kissing your lower belly as he tugged your pants and panties off, exposing you to him. He quickly sucked your clit harshly before standing to rid himself from his own shirt.

“Let me take your pants off, please.” You reached for his belt, undoing the buckle, buttons and zipper. With a sharp yank the fabric was sliding over his hips, freeing his hard cock from its confines. Your mouth had actually watered at the size of him. You could feel the stretch just looking at him. You looked up at him through your lashes, his hand coming down to rub the side of your face gently.

“I’ll be gentle until you want me to not be.” He pushed you back, making you fall.

Leon crawled onto the bed so that he was on top of you, but between your legs. His knees pushed yours out and he brought his weight onto an arm so that he could look into your eyes. “Let me know if it hurts.” His hand stole some of your wetness, rubbing it over his tip before lining it up with your hole.

You needed this, needed him. He lined his tip up, pressing it into you slowly. When he sank in a little, he pulled back, thrusting slowly so that he could sink deeper every time. With a few more, he plunged into you deeply, his hips flush with yours. And while the stretch had bothered you, you were in bliss feeling so full. You didn’t even think you needed him to move, you could feel that pleasurable coil start to wind up just because he was seated in you.

Leon’s hands wrapped around the back of your thighs, guiding your legs to wrap around his back. “I’m going to start moving now.” He pressed a kiss to your temple as he pulled out to his tip before thrusting back into, making you lurch. 

Leon’s pace quickened just a bit, he was making slow and sweet love to you, cherishing you the way you deserved to be. When you had decided that you needed more you said “Faster.” And he obliged wordlessly, picking up his speed and force, nestling deeply with every thrust. The sound of his skin meeting yours filled the room along with the noises you were making. You whine as he rapidly hit your g-spot over and over again in an onslaught of harsh thrusts, giving you everything you wanted. You were taking it so there wasn’t a problem. When your orgasm shattered you, your nails dug into Leon’s ripped back. He grunted with a few sloppy thrusts as he reached his own climax, sighing deeply as his warm cum squirted, painting your insides with him. Leon moved so that he could pull out, but you dug your nails in more firmly than they already were.

“No. Stay there.”

“Okay.” He fell gently on top of you, his weight pressing down. Sure it was a bit awkward, but you didn’t even care, neither did he. Your breath slowed after a few minutes of resting and your grip loosened significantly, but you refused to let him go. 

Leon had rolled over, keeping himself seated in you, but now you were straddling him, resting against his chest. “You let me know when you’re ready to go again, yeah?” His voice rumbled in his chest. “I’m not finished with you yet.”

[likesvader]

Your Punches Could Use Work

Hello, this is my first ever work. Like Period. But I am a Leon fan all day everyday and wanted to give it a shot. He is just so... well, you know.

Any and all feedback will be appreciated, just please keep it nice. And you can find it on AO3 as well. https://archiveofourown.org/works/58439467

With that being said, MDNI, adult content!

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You didn’t hate being drenched in sweat, in fact, you were proud to see the light blue cloth turn shades darker. It was proof of your hard work and dedication for this job. You worked hard to be here, you worked hard everyday, proving yourself to your coworkers. You proved yourself in every aspect. Paperwork, planning and logistics, weight lifting, group physical training sessions and even sparring. Your dedication was shown in physical ways too, your arms lean and muscular, legs with thigh muscles that flexed as you walk, and you could plank for over five minutes straight.

Your team had become closer as you worked together, morale building stronger by the day. The only gap was between you all and your team leader, Special Agent Kennedy. He had a mysterious aura about him, quiet and straight forward. He had shared very little about himself, only confirming his achievements when asked. The man who single handedly saved the President’s daughter, surviving the outbreak of that wretched virus, and who knows what else.

When you were assigned to this unit, he had just become a leader. He was phenomenal. His posture was straight and arrogant, arms crossed and legs just under shoulder width apart. Dirty blonde hair that sat swept to the side and full lips that never smiled. And his eyes, oh those piercing blue eyes. They analyzed everyone, every action. He was observant. And although you never noticed, he observed you often. He watched as your sweat would run down the side of your face, down the center of your chest where it would soak into your snug athletic tank top.

You observed him too, finding the slightly older man to be the epitome of ruggedly attractive. There was something about the shape of his nose and jaw, so sharp they could cut. Yet his features were a bit soft. He had these broad shoulders that transitioned into biceps that stretched the fabric of literally any shirt he wore. You had thought the fabric would rip one day when you saw him in the facility gym. He had been doing an isolated bicep curl with an easy bar, a vein popping from his skin. It had taken an extreme effort to look away and focus on your own workout. He had thick, muscular thighs and a very built chest.

You even noticed some of his habits, not that you ever wanted to mention that you caught onto these. When he became irritated, he would sigh and pinch the bridge of his nose, furrowing his brows. When he was bored, he would tilt his head back, exposing his neck and showing off his adams apple. Your favorite was when he was comfortable in a room, he would cross his arms, flexing his biceps and would push his legs apart. Man spreading had always bothered you, but when Leon S. Kennedy did it, he looked mouth watering.

You would never tell him the thoughts he put in your head, or the way he distracted you and sent warm need pooling in between your legs. You could be into your team leader, but he was oh so attractive that you just couldn’t help it.

“Good job today!” One of the team members lightly punched your shoulder with their fist. “Sometimes I forget how agile you are.” They laughed.

“It took a lot to be so light on my feet. Thank you for taking notice.” You smiled at them so that the edge of your eyes creased.

“We’re going out for some drinks tonight, want to join?” They asked, pointing with their thumb in the direction of a few other team members.

You tilted your head back and forth, hair swinging from side to side as you did. “That sounds like a fun time, but I was thinking of staying a bit longer today. I had a stressful day today and wanted to work out some of my frustration.”

“Alright, don’t work too hard. We do have that field assignment coming up soon, we can’t risk you getting hurt.”

You smiled, thanking them once more. As they turned to walk away, you put your earbuds into your ears, playing your favorite music to workout in. You had fingerless boxing gloves on and you punched the leather bag suspended in front of you in rhythm to the music playing. Your arms had buried and grew heavy as you pushed yourself, straining to maintain the same force through each punch. You focused on shifting your weight so you could use as much force as possible. Your breathing had become ragged with your chest heaving as you delivered another punch.

But a hand came from your peripheral view, grabbing your right hand before it made contact with the bag. You froze, your breaths filling the air as your eyes followed the hand, to a huge bicep, to the face of your leader. Your face was warm from the exercise and you were rather glad. If it hadn't been, you would have been red for a whole different reason.

His hand dropped after a few seconds and you hurried to remove the earbuds from your ears, dropping one to the floor in the process. “Agent Kennedy, I didn’t know you were here.”

Leon bent down, picking up the earbud. He had been dressed in his typical workout attire. He always wore black tactical pants with a snug blue shirt. He once said it reminded him of his prime days or something. He must have just gotten there because he smelled of his cologne and hadn’t appeared to be sweaty. Your eyes scanned him for a second, tingles coagulating in a very delicate part of your body.

“I come here in the evenings sometimes, when it’s quiet and I can focus.” His voice was smooth. He pushed his hand towards you, so he could drop the earbud back into your hand.

“Oh! I’m sorry. I’ll head out. I’m a bit tired.” You quickly began gathering your things to make a speedy escape. The longer you stayed around him, the more the ache pooling between your legs would grow.

“Before you go, I wanted to go over your form. I know you're tired, but there were a few adjustments you could make.” His brows dropped, he was serious. You could just nod.

“Sure! Yes, that would be great.” You stood for a second before you asked. “How do you want to do that?”

“Get into a fighting stand and throw a punch from your dominant arm, then hold it.” You nodded, settling into your stance.

You listened to his instruction, throwing a punch and twisting your leg as you did. When you paused, Leon looked you over, his hand rubbing over his jaw. “Your elbow is hyperextended, you know better.” You jumped as his hand settled on your elbow, adjusting it. “Your waist is twisted just a bit too much and you are barely leaning off your center of balance.” His hand traced up your arm before settling on your hips, joined by his other hand as he stood behind you. You could feel his body heat against your back and his breath tickled your ear. You felt a bit of pressure and moved as he adjusted your body. “And while you need to generate force through your leg, I can see you’re flexing your leg just a bit too much.” His right hand moved down further, making you clench your legs as moisture built between your thighs. Your breaths quickened as his thumb rubbed against your muscle.

“T-thanks.” Your words were shaky and you couldn’t help close your eyes for a moment, focusing on the sensation of his hands. “I appreciate your help, but I don’t want to bother you.” You dropped your arm to your side and attempted to walk away, but the warm hands on your body tightened down, holding you in your spot.

“Do you think I didn’t notice?” His voice cut through the air.

“Excuse me?” You squeaked out.

“Do you think I didn’t notice the way your eyes found me whenever you were in the same room? Or the way your cheeks flushed whenever I spoke directly to you? I’d bet you thought I wouldn’t pick up on how you push your thighs together, hm?” His voice became husky as he leaned in, brushing his lips against the side of your neck. His right hand moved closer to your clothed cunt, finger resting inches above it on your spandex shorts. His left hand slid up between your breasts until it gripped lightly around your neck. “I’d even go as far as to guess…” He slipped fingers down into your shorts, his skin on yours, feathering touches over your clit. “You spent time rubbing circles over this needy pussy, wishing my hands were doing it instead.” He moved his fingers over your clit, applying just enough pressure to leave you wanting more. “Am I right?”

You nodded. A muffled ‘Mhm’ as the only sound you could manage as you tried not to moan.

“Your words. Use them.” He demanded firmly.

“Yes.” You exhaled sharply. Your legs almost gave out as his middle dipped down, running through your wetness and pushing into your cunt, sinking knuckle deep. A breathy moan escaped your lips.

“Don’t worry, I can’t tell you how many nights I came imagining my cock stuffed into your pussy. Bet you imagine it as you fingered yourself.” You felt as he pulled his finger out before thrusting it back. He did it again and again as he spoke. “You want it?”

“Please. Yes.” His grip on your neck tightened as your legs weakened.

His lips pressed against your neck as he smirked. “Good answer.” His lips kissed and sucked various places and he added another finger, sinking into you and curling. His thumb pressed against your clit as he thrusted his two thick fingers in a steady rhythm. Your fingers didn’t feel anything like his. His stretched you and offered you more pleasure than what you were capable of.

“Leon!” You gasped as another was added. You felt a small sting as he stretched you, but it dissipated soon after. “I can’t stand.”

Without a word, his fingers ceased all contact with your body before finding your shoulders, pushing you towards the gym mats a few feet away. You followed his lead as he lowered himself to the mat, pulling you down with him. “Last chance to say you don’t want this.” His piercing blue eyes looking into yours.

“I want this.” He smiled at your words. A strong hand pulled you into him, his lips on yours. The kiss escalated into a lustful hunger.

You were under him, his knees on either side of yours. You had gained a bit of confidence, hands trailing down his chest and onto his hips. You found his very impressive erection strained behind his zipper, palming it. You could feel his body flex under your touch.

“Think you’re ready for that already?” He asked, his tone almost sarcastic. He pulled back and sat up so that he could run his hands down your sides, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your shorts.

“I want it.” Your breathy words tore an internal thread, making Leon rumble. His fingers pulled both your shorts and panties down, exposing your very wet and aching pussy. The clothing was tossed to the side, leaving you exposed to him.

Leon kneeled so he could unzip his pants, his gaze never leaving your face. You watched his hands work at his tactical pants. A wave of pleasure spread through you as he pulled down his boxers, freeing his cock. You moan just looking at the thick length.

“Come here” Leon says, grabbing your ankles and sliding you under him, making you yelp.

He stuffed two fingers into you, thrusting and scissoring, preparing you for him. You jumped as he leaned down so he could let a stream of spit land onto your aching core. You were wet enough for sure, but the action was so degradingly hot for some reason. You tilted your head back as he leaned in. The tip of his cock smeared the spit around before pushing into you, stretching you open. You whined at the feeling of him slowly pushing into you, deeper and deeper until your pussy practically sucked him in, making him sink in until your hips met.

You absentmindedly pushed your hips into his, asking for him to move. When he did, your senses heightened. He started slowly, but thrusted faster and faster as he settled into your body. The head of his cock began to meet that spot that intensified your pleasure. You went to wrap your legs around him, to have closer, but he lifted your legs, setting them against his shoulders so he could push deeper. As you called his name his thrust became more forceful. The familiar feeling of a building orgasm creeping into your lower belly. “Harder Leon.” You breathed.

“Dirty little thing needs to be stuffed, huh?” He teased you. “You’re so tight. Think you’ll be able to hold all my cum?” Those words never sounded so hot.

“Yes! Want your cum.” You babbled, slowly becoming lost in his pleasure.

“Good.” Leon pulled out so he could put you on your stomach. He lifted your hips to the height he wanted and thrusted roughly, entering you again. You never thought this angle would make you feel so full. He was everywhere.

His hands gripped the meat of your waist and used his hands to move you as you thrusted. Leon grunted as he pistoned into you, pleasure building between you both. You were soaring on cloud night when his hand found your clit, circling it over and over. The pressure continued to build with each thrust. Leon’s balls would slap against your clit as he entered you. You collapsed down, pressing your chest to the mat, forcing his thrusts deeper. Your walls began to tighten around him as you chanted his name through ragged breaths.

“I-” You couldn’t finish your words. Your pussy clenched around him as your orgasm ripped through your body. Your eyes closed as delicious pleasure consumed you, jaw dropped with no sound to be made.

“Fuck. That’s it. Take it.” Leon thrusted a few more times, then he was sending warm spurts of cum deep into your pussy. You could feel the warmth spread as he left himself inside, essentially preventing any fluids from leaking out. It wasn’t fool proof because you soon felt cum drip down your thighs. The mat would need to be clean, maybe burned before its next use.

“Looks like I’ll be helping you with your punches more often.” Leon joked as he gently pulled himself out, then gave your ass a few pats. “Though, I may recognize my bedroom.” He chuckled.

“We can go now?” You asked, rolling onto your back, eyes finding his.

“I’m not really a one and done kind of guy, so that sounds pretty fucking great.” Leon’s lips formed a smirk. “Except I’ll actually taste you next time.”