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You weren't really sure why you kept seeing Leon after the first time you met him. You didn't really like to remember that night. You weren't yourself then, and really, everything about it was a blur.
Still, when Officer Kennedy showed up at your parent's front door and said that he was just checking up on you a few days later- you weren't intimidated that he remembered your address. You swooned a little that he thought to come see you again. The bruises he left were still embedded deep on your thighs that day.
You were a little freaked out when he picked you up after school a couple of weeks later, but he took you out for an early dinner. He gave you so many compliments, held open doors, pulled out your chair. Then, the next day, people asked about you getting picked up by a squad car- the attention felt nice.
You were a little freaked out when Leon reveled his age. "Yeah, I started the police force around 21.. 1998, I think." That was close to when you were born.. That was weird to think about. But Leon didn't show his age, so it was easy to set that to the side. Although.. it was hard to explain to your parents when you two started getting more serious.
Maybe it was stupid, but you didn't move off to college. You had already applied to plenty of out of state universities, but you really didn't want to leave Leon. He was the sweetest, most thoughtful guy you could imagine. You didn't want to miss out on being with him just because you wanted to go to a slightly better college. The local one was fine. Leon could even drive you to your morning classes in his squad car- that felt pretty cool.
You were mostly living at his place now. It just made the most sense. He was an early bird who cooked you breakfast, could drive you to and from your classes, and you liked being around him most of the time.
That and you didn't like going home to your parent's these days. They had so many questions that left you burning in shame. They didn't like that Leon was so much older than you. How he came by the house to check on you multiple times. They just didn't get it.
It felt like no one really got your relationship except for you two, and that felt lonely. But Leon agreed that he sometimes felt that way too and that meant that you weren't all alone. If there was anyone in the world that was always going to reassure you, it was Leon.
You had maintained a little job down the road. It was within walking distance so you didn't need Leon to drive you there and back. It wasn't great money, but it helped you feel like you had a little safety net. Leon bought most of the things for the house, dinner, whatever you needed, so it wasn't like you needed a big income. Just enough to pay for your classes.
Speaking of classes, your semester had just ended. You were home at Leon's a lot more now. You kept up the place pretty well. You did laundry, washed the dishes, made dinner. You enjoyed feeling useful and appreciated the slew of compliments he would give you.
You were rapidly getting better at cooking and were experimenting with more complicated dishes. You were standing in his kitchen, plucking out items that you were preparing to use for this night's dinner, when Leon came home. He sweetly called out one of his many pet names for you- you hardly even heard your real name anymore.
A smile graced your face when he came around the corner with noticeable excitement. "What? " You giggled as he rushed towards you, wrapping his arms around your body and swinging you side to side. Your heart always melted at how easy it was for him to move you.
"I got the promotion," Leon said with happiness in his voice "You're looking at Police Sergeant Leon S. Kennedy," He smiled down at you before pressing an eager kiss to your lips.
You turned your head away with a happy laugh, moving your hand up through his hair, telling him how proud you were of him. His boyish smile and energy was enough to make your heart burst.
Leon pulled back and took your hands, looking down at you. His voice was as cheerful as ever, "That means you can quit that little job of yours."
You felt your blood run cold for a moment at the suggestion. Growing up, you were always advised to not let a man come in between you and your career. You had already switched schools for this man..
He wrapped his arm back around you, "Come on, let me spoil you. I don't want my girlfriend to have to work." He pressed a kiss to your temple, sounding so loving and caring again, "You know you would rather stay home if you could."
It sounded like he made the decision for you, and he was pretty convincing. "I guess.." You shyly say, giving him a sheepish smile. His excitement at your agreement is enough for you to know that you made the right decision, "I do really like taking care the house."
"And you know how much I need it," Leon says, looking down at you, sounding appreciative. He gives you a few more compliments, making you feel like the best homemaker in the world.
You slowly pull away, congratulating him again on his promotion. You give him a soft kiss on the cheek before insisting that you need to start cooking if he wants dinner to be on time. Leon smacks your butt before padding off to another room, presumably to shower and get changed out of his uniform.
You think over what he said and decide that he is right. He was already paying for almost everything so with this promotion, there wasn't really a need for you to work. Surely he would help pay for you to finish your classes.
After a nice dinner, you both curl up on the couch together, watching a few of your favorite shows. You insist that Leon pick something every once and a while but he always claims to be happy with whatever you want to watch. You feel your eyes becoming heavy after the fourth episode of the night and you turn your head towards his neck. He has you wrapped tight in his arms, keeping you against his warm body. You let out a yawn that causes Leon to shift, pulling you into his lap while he sits up. He maneuvers you onto the couch, standing up before he can pull you back into his arms. You feel like he shouldn't be able to pick you up this easy, but Leon is strong.
You cling to his neck, closing your eyes while he takes you to the bedroom. You only let go when he lays you down against his plush bed. You smile up at him lazily when you watch him pull his shirt over his head. He had a really nice body that you always couldn't help but reach out to touch.
Leon leaned over you, reaching down to grab behind your knees, tugging you to the edge of the bed to meet him. You giggled softly, turning your head away when he started kissing the sensitive skin of your neck. It seemed like that area never got a break from bruises.
You let out a loud sigh when his hand made its way between your thighs, rubbing slowly right where you needed it. You reached up to hold onto his hair, mumbling, "I'm really tired.. is it okay for me to be lazy?"
Leon's playful smirk could have killed you. He looked delivishly handsome. "Of course, doll. My girl doesn't need to lift a finger."
You mumbled out a thank you, using that name that Leon always liked: Sir. You closed your eyes, focusing on the feeling of Leon's hot lips trailing down your skin. His warm hands lifting up your shirt and his mouth enveloping one of your nipples. You sighed loudly, pushing your hips up towards the hand that was on your mound.
He knew exactly how to get you wet for him. The slow teasing where you didn't have to do a thing. You doubted there was anyone else on earth that was willing to do everything you like and not expect you to do a single thing in return.
You opened your eyes when he hooked his fingers into the waist band of both your pajama bottoms and underwear. You lifted your hips, helping him get them off.
A quiet sigh left your lips at the feeling of his soft mouth on your inner thigh. Strong hands push your knees apart, then circle your hips for a tender squeeze. Your back arches just a little when his warm tongue slips across your clit. Your hands make their way into his soft hair, twirling fingers into the strands while he laps against you.
Being not in the mood wasn't much of a thing with Leon. If you were said you weren't in the mood, Leon would get you there. His tongue was a particularly useful tool for the job.
One of your favorite things Leon could do with his mouth was just how fast he could flick his tongue. He would switch between that, right above your clit, to a small figure eight that made you pull at his hair hard.
Your legs lifted slightly and you placed your heels on his back, pulling him to keep his mouth against you. The way he pressed into you with his tongue, then his fingers, drove you to lift off of the bed.
Leons fingers are thick. There's nothing quite like them. The way they curve up into you, rubbing right at your g-spot. It makes something build up inside of you quickly. You could cum if he just kept-
You're disappointed when you feel him lift away, despite your attempt to keep him there.
Your legs closed slowly as he pulled away from you, expecting him to walk away to get a condom. Instead, his hands firmly went between your thighs, dragging them open again. Your heart beat quickened but you didn't sat anything, watching him step between your thighs. You sat up on your elbows, looking between you both as he lined up his cock, pressing the blunt head against your slick. It almost immediately slips right in when he tilts his hips forward, making you let out a soft gasp.
"Leon," You quickly say like he forgot something, feeling his hand tighten on your hip while he bottomed out. You bite your lip, feeling an ache deep inside you at the way that he pressed his hips forward, even when his head was already at your cervix.
You laid back down, feeling a wave of anxiety overcome you. That first night flashed before your eyes. The way he brutally fucked into you with reckless abandon with no condom on, fininishing inside of your sore cunt. The way you tried fingering yourself in the shower later that night to try to get the cum out- and how bad it hurt to touch your used pussy. The fact that you had to buy your first Plan-B that next day because you were terrified of getting pregnant.
"Leon!" You nearly shout to break your thoughts, putting your hand against his shoulder. "S-sorry," You correct yourself, laying down against the bed but keeping eye contact with him, who has now stopped his movements while deep inside of you. "Condom?" You ask like it's a question.
He slides his hips back before rolling them into you again. He makes a noise like he's thinking it over, pulling your thighs up towards his stomach. He holds them tight while he starts to trust into you, quicker now.
You toss your arm over your face, feeling it burn. It took Leon a little convincing at first, but he'd been so good at using condoms. You almost forgot what his bare cock felt like. It was so much more hot than with that little plastic cover. You actually felt wetter.
"Leon," You whined, insistent. Your hand moved to his stomach, trying to keep him off of you. It was like you fighting just made him try harder. He leaned over you, looking down at you while his movements sped up. His hair hung down and his warm breath hit your face while he soaked in what you looked like below him.
"I don't want to get pregnant," You sound like you're practically begging, trying to push yourself up the bed. As soon as you think you're making progress, he's joining you in it, making your hips bounce against the mattress with how rough his thrusts are.
"Fuck, why not?" Leon's voice is suddenly dark, like that first night. His chuckle is much more sinister than you noticed before.
You try to sputter an answer, feeling the rough pads of his fingers circle your clit, making your brain short circuit. You can't exactly explain all of the reasons why right now.
"Please," You start to beg, sounding completely and uterly desperate. "Please don't cum inside of me, Leon," You close your eyes tight, feeling your throat start to burn. "Please, You don't have to wear a condom. Just.. not inside of me."
You take a deep breath when he pulls away, feeling your entire body shake with your heavy gasps. He doesn't leave you much time to relax before he's pulling you over into his lap.
Leon's tongue darts across his top lip while he looks you over, pulling you on top of him while he leans against the headboard. You rest your hands on his shoulders, looking between you while he pushes himself back inside. You sink down on his lap, not moving to get up.
"I'll cut you a deal," Leon says, lifting up your hips for you before letting go, letting you sink back down. He gives you another sharp smack to the ass, making you mewl. "You can ride me. If you can jump off when I'm close, I won't cum in that pretty pussy of yours- no matter how bad I want to. If you stay on, though.." He trailed off, looking into your eyes. "Does that sound fair?"
You hate how you can feel yourself flutter and tighten around his length. How the thought of playing this dangerous game with Leon makes you so slick. You swallow harshly, nodding. You know you can do that. Leon has a few tells that show when he's about to cum.
Slowly, you roll your hips forward. You can't deny the sparks his cock causes inside of you when it presses against your sweet spot.
Leon lifts you up again before letting go, giving you some help before you start to move on your own. You tilt your hips, holding onto his shoulder. You glance from between your bodies to his face while you begin to bounce.
A long sigh leaves your lips when you start to build a pace. There's no denying that Leon satisfies you. He's so thick that you can still feel him stretch you after all of these times. His length is perfect for knocking right against your deepest parts.
You dig your nails into his shoulders, throwing yourself down onto him. You watch him stretch his arms above his head, clearly enjoying you doing all of the work.
"Help me out," You pant, slowing your movements. Riding really does take a lot out of you. Your thighs are beginning to burn and shake. It's hard to keep yourself up.
Thankfully, Leon takes over. He holds your hips tight, moving you himself. It's one thing you love about him- his strength. How he easily fucks you down onto his cock just to lift you up again.
Moans come out one by one as your fingers circle your own clit. It isn't hard to get close when Leon's tip is hitting your cervix just perfectly every time he presses you down into his lap.
You start to hear his little grunts- huffs and held back moans. One of the signs that he's losing it. He bites his lip and has that determined look in his eyes.
His pace quickens. It surprises you how fast he can move your body when he really wants it. You bounce completely on him, making your chest quake with each movement. You catch his eyes going there a lot. He loves what he sees and he makes it apparent by his moans.
Your hands make their way to his chest, trying to signal for him to slow down. He speeds up.
"Fuck," You moan at him, looking into his eyes, "Leon." You can tell that he's getting close. He holds his breath a bit, focusing on working himself up- perfecting his movements. Your first attempt to lift yourself up off of him is a complete fail. Your knees have slid too far forward to get a good angle to sit up. You just stay completely at his mercy.
A low groan rips through Leon's throat, "Ah, fuck, I can't wait to knock you up, baby." His words make your throat burn again and fear spike in your chest. Your hand snaps down to his thigh in an attempt to push yourself away. You make a small bit of progress before his strong hands drag your hips back down his cock.
"Leon!" You nearly shout, scrambling to try to lift yourself up onto your knees, away from your boyfriend's unforgiving pace. All to just fall back down as soon as he gives you another pull.
"Tied to me forever," Leon's voice is excited. His face twists and softens, making your heart pound in your chest, nearly out of your throat.
His name comes out of your mouth much weaker this time as he holds you down in his lap. You collapse forward, closing your eyes when the warm spirting sensation hits you. Your body shakes involuntarily for a moment, shivering at the heat. You can feel every twitch of Leon's cock, and all you can hear are his soft praises and pants.
"This is the happiest I've ever been," Leon mumbles into your hair. All you can do is let out a heavy sigh. You're putty in his hands when he flips you both over, cock still planted deep inside of you.
"Let me take care of you," His voice is nurturing again as he pulls away with a shlick noise. You close your eyes, feeling him lay down beside you before putting his hand back between your legs. His finger tips are rough but his gentle pace rubs you just the right way.
Chills go up your spine as he touches you, bringing all of the sparks right back through your body. You squeeze your legs tight, feeling warmth build up inside you again.
His warm breath is against your ear, mumbling dirty words of encouragement. They make your stomach flutter. His lips ghost over your ear. It shouldn't feel like much but all of your senses feel heightened.
His name comes out as a weak moan as he draws out your orgasm with his fingertips. You shake against the bed, muscles clenching and unclenching. You turn towards him, grabbing onto his arm. Your nails dig in, clinging to him like your life depends on it.
"You're just.. perfect," He mumbles, leaning over to kiss your face. His soft lips glide against you skin, peppering love in every spot. You can't say it doesn't make you melt. He can be so sweet to you.
"Thank you," You whisper quietly, rubbing your thighs together. You can't recall ever feeling so wet inside. The thought of Leon's cum just sitting inside of you makes something deep inside of you ache, but with need.
It's hard to be mad at him when you lost under conditions that were clearly stated. Just pull off when he's close.
"I love you," He says, sounding sincere with his words. The way he looks down at you, so fawnly- you believe him. He reaches down, pulling your leg up over his, making you come closer. He follows that with a tug of the blanket over both of your bodies. It's warm, his body is comforting, and all you want to do is sleep.
"I love you too, Leon." Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.. He probably knew what was best.