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Today was your dad’s birthday; forty-four years of age being celebrated. He spent it at home with a few friends, drinking and grilling. Pretty average dad activities.
Besides wishing him a happy birthday, you mostly stayed in your room, studying. As much as you wanted to turn the music down, you didn’t want to go downstairs in front of all of his friends. Too embarrassing, especially when you considered their ages.
So, you gritted your teeth and pushed through it, and eventually, the music cut off completely. At two in the morning, but, hey, better late than never, right?
You decided that you should finally give up on studying and go to sleep, but you wanted a glass of water first. You were sure that everyone had passed out drunk anyway, so you slowly crept down downstairs before pausing.
You cursed internally as you met the eyes of the only man who wasn’t black out drunk and slumped over in the living space. A small smirk curled at his lips as he stood up and walked over. He held out his hand for you to shake. When you didn’t take it and instead looked quite exasperated, he chuckled and backed up.
“You must be his little girl,” he asked, raising an eyebrow when you corrected him.
In your most irritated voice, you told him you weren’t little and were in fact twenty-two.
“Really?”
He chuckled as you frowned and insisted you weren’t a little girl.
“Relax, kid. I’m just teasing you. I’ve heard lots about you from your father. In fact, I’ve heard you’re quite stubborn, Princess.”
He laughed, reaching out to pat your head. You shy away from his touch, frowning.
“I am not. My dad’s just..whatever. He’s one to talk about stubborn.”
You stare at him curiously.
“Well then,” Leon said with a shrug, crossing his arms over his broad chest.
He studied you for a moment, his icy blue eyes roaming over your figure before returning to meet your gaze.
“So, what are you doing up this late?”
His voice was calm and deep, a stark contrast to your usual attitude.
“Wanted water. I’ve been studying and suffering,” you snort. “Suffering mostly due to the..interesting music coming from down here.”
You walk to the fridge, searching for water. The corner of Leon's mouth twitched upward into a smirk as you mentioned the music. It seemed like you shared similar sentiments on the matter.
"Ah, I see," he replied, watching as you moved towards the refrigerator. "So, you're a bookworm, huh?"
He chuckled lightly, shaking his head.
"That's pretty cool. Not many people I know have the patience to sit down and read."
“Well, if you and my dad are in the same circles, I can’t say I’m surprised,” you say, rolling your eyes.
You fiddle with your water bottle momentarily before uncapping it. You take a swig, looking at him. You pause.
“I didn’t get the bookworm trait from the idiot snoring on the couch. Bottle in hand, might I add.”
With a scoff, Leon rolled his eyes and shook his head slightly, finding humor in the statement. He couldn't help but admire your straightforwardness; it was refreshing.
"That so, kid?" he remarked, quirking an eyebrow at your words.
“Yes, very much so,” I say, taking another sip of water.
You set the bottle on the counter and lean against it, facing Leon.
“So..why aren’t you drunk off your ass like everyone else? Well, I guess somebody’s gotta watch those assholes.”
With a nonchalant shrug, Leon stepped closer to you.
“Call it a strong tolerance," he responded casually, crossing his arms over his chest once more.
"And well, someone has to keep an eye on things while they're passed out,” he added with a sly grin, giving you a once-over.
“Can’t say you’re keeping an eye on them right now,” you say.
You raise your brows questioningly.
“In fact, you seem pretty preoccupied…”
You trail off, realizing you never got his name.
"Nope, you're spot on there, kid." He agreed, amusement clear in his tone.
His gaze softened somewhat as he caught onto your realization.
“Oh. Right, sorry 'bout that," he said, extending a hand towards you. "Name's Leon."
The corner of his lip pulled upwards in a half-smirk. This time, you take his hand. You shake it gently.
“I think I’ve heard my dad talk about you. You two are close. Well, obviously, but..you’re closer to him than any other guy here.”
"Yeah, we've known each other for years," Leon confirmed, releasing your hand after your brief handshake.
He nodded along with your observations, a small smile playing on his lips.
“We're pretty tight."
His gaze shifted from your face to your body again, lingering on your curves before meeting your eyes once more.
You pause, clearly noticing the way Leon’s eyes raked over you. A small, almost imperceptible shiver runs down your spine.
“I’m glad. My dad needs good friends and you seem..you seem okay to me. I guess.”
"Aww, aren't you sweet?" Leon teased, chuckling softly as he watched you closely.
There was something about you that piqued his interest; you weren’t like most girls he encountered. You were genuine and straightforward—qualities he found attractive.
"I try my best to be okay," he joked, leaning closer.
You scoff.
“Alright, shut up. I’m not sweet or whatever. I’m just being conversational,” you grumble. “I’m just..I’m just glad my dad had friends. He’s an ass at the best of times and you’ve been nice so maybe you’ll be a good influence.”
You shrug, your eyes narrowed and avoiding Leon’s gaze. Leon let out a hearty laugh at your comment, finding humor in the blunt words. He appreciated your honesty and the fact that you didn't sugarcoat anything.
"Well, I'll do my best not to disappoint," he assured her with a playful wink. "And don't worry about your old man. We all have our moments."
He took a step closer to you, invading your personal space subtly. You swallow hard, suddenly feeling very aware of how close Leon is. You can smell his cologne; it’s intoxicating. Your heart is pounding against your chest and you feel dizzy. Your breath hitches when you speak.
“I mean...he’s still an ass though,” you mumble, trying to play it cool.
"Oh, absolutely," Leon agreed with a nod, stepping even closer until your bodies were nearly touching. "But asses can be charming too."
His hands moved to rest on your hips, pulling you flush against him. You pause.
“You mean assholes like you?” You ask, looking up at Leon. “Or just assholes in general?”
You try to ignore his hands on your hips. The touch sends jolts of arousal through your body despite your resistance.
"A little bit of both," Leon replied, smirking down at you.
He could feel the heat radiating off of your body and it only served to fuel his own desire. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your earlobe as he whispered.
“But you're wrong about one thing..."
“What’s that?” You ask, trying to ignore the way his voice makes you shiver.
Leon’s breath smells like mint and alcohol. You keep your eyes narrowed.
"You think I'm trying to be charming," Leon whispered huskily into your ear, pressing himself even further against you. "When really..."
He trailed off, letting his words hang in the air between you.
“What? You’re just naturally this way?” You ask, shivering slightly.
Your hands clench at your sides hesitantly. You were unsure of what to do, what to say.
"Exactly," Leon murmured, nuzzling against your neck.
His hands tightened on your hips, pulling you even closer (if that was possible).
“And don't worry..."
He lifted his head to meet your gaze, mischief twinkling in his blue eyes.
"I'm not going anywhere anytime soon."
“Is that a promise? Sounds like a threat,” you say, tilting your head back to look at him.
You blush faintly, feeling flustered and hot in spite of yourself. Your hands move to Leon’s chest.
"Would you prefer a threat?" Leon asked, a devilish smirk playing on his lips.
His grip on your hips loosened as he felt your hands on his chest.
“Maybe,” you reply.
You feel his hands leave your hips. His hands move to your waist and you frown, still staring at him.
“Depends what kind of threat.”
"Let's just say," Leon began, his gaze dropping from your eyes to your lips and back again, “that I won't be leaving until I get what I want."
He leaned in closer, his lips ghosting over yours in a teasing kiss before pulling away just as quickly. You look up at Leon hesitantly. You keep your facade going, not eager to give in to him. Not yet, at least.
“And, uh, just what do you want, Leon?” You ask firmly.
You try to ignore the lingering warmth from his lips.
"Isn't it obvious?" Leon asked, stepping back to create some distance between you.
He looked you up and down slowly, taking in every detail of your appearance.
“I want you, Princess.”
His words make you shiver. You can almost feel the warmth pooling between your thighs. You raise an eyebrow skeptically, trying not to shudder.
“You barely know me. Besides, you’re my dad’s friend. That’s…,” you say, trying to hide the slight quiver in your voice.
"Doesn't matter how well I know you," Leon countered, crossing his arms over his chest. "I know what I want and right now, I want you."
He stepped forward once more, closing the gap between you.
“And as for your father...well, he wouldn't mind seeing us together."
You pause.
“Well..you don’t know that,” you say.
You hesitate before speaking again.
“So, I guess we have to prove it. It’s the sensible thing to do, right?” You ask, a smile creeping onto your face.
Leon raised an eyebrow in amusement. He leaned in, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss, his tongue seeking entrance into your mouth. His hands roamed over your curves, exploring every inch of your figure.
Your breath catches in your throat as Leon kisses you. You lean into him instinctively, your hands moving to his shoulders. You return Leon’s kiss eagerly, your tongue darting out to tangle with his. The kiss deepened, becoming more passionate as Leon's hands roam over your body. His fingers trace the curve of your rear, giving it a firm squeeze. He pulled back slightly, breaking the kiss but keeping his eyes locked on yours. Your lips feel swollen and tingly. You catch your breath, panting softly. You’re flushed and your body feels warm. You stare at Leon, your eyes glazed with lust.
“My room?” You ask breathlessly.
"Lead the way," Leon said with a smirk, offering you his hand.
He allowed you to lead him upstairs to your bedroom while he followed closely behind.
Once you were inside, Leon closed the door behind you and turned to face you.
“Now where were we?"
You pant, staring up at Leon.
“I think…”
You trail off, stepping closer to the bed. You pull your sweater off nervously.
“I think we were going in this direction.”
Leon watched as you removed your sweater, revealing your bra underneath. His eyes raked over your form appreciatively before meeting your gaze again.
“Much better," he murmured, stepping forward to help you out of your pants and underwear gently.
"Now it's my turn,” he murmurs once you were fully undressed.
He began to undo the buttons of his shirt, peeling it off to reveal his muscular torso beneath. You watch him undress, biting your lip. You sit on the edge of the bed and wait for Leon to join you. Your heart races, pounding in your chest. You feel so nervous, yet so excited all at once. You shuffle in order to lie down, panting nervously. You look up at Leon impatiently. He joins you on the bed, his body pressing against yours as he claimed your lips in another passionate kiss. His hands roamed over your body, tracing the outline of your breasts before slipping down to cup your rear.
His cock hardened between you, straining against the fabric of his boxers. You moan into his mouth, your hands running through his hair. You arch your back into him, pushing your breasts into his chest. You squirm restlessly, wanting him to touch you everywhere. You break the kiss and gasp for air.
“I, uhm..I should tell you something,” I start softly.
Leon leaned back to allow you space to speak. He could see the desire in your eyes, but also a hint of uncertainty.
"What is it?" he asked gently, stroking your cheek with his thumb.
“Uhm, I’ve never done this before,” you grumble softly. “Never had sex.”
You bite your lip, looking embarrassed. You avert your gaze.
“I’m a virgin.”
Leon studied you for a moment, taking in your words and the blush that had spread across your cheeks.
"Well then," he said, a slow grin spreading across his face. "Consider this your lucky day."
You roll your eyes.
“Don’t make it a big deal.”
You pout.
“I’m not some fragile little girl or whatever,” you mumble.
"I wouldn't dream of making it a big deal," Leon assured you, reaching over to stroke your cheek gently. "But I'm not going to lie, sweetheart. You're about to experience one hell of a first time."
His hand moved down your neck, tracing along the curve of your collarbone before coming to rest on your breast. You flush deeply, biting the skin of your lip.
“Oh yeah? Do tell, Leon. What do you have planned for me?” You ask, trying to sound confident.
You’re blushing like an idiot.
"I plan on showing you just how good it can be when it's done right," Leon replied, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "And trust me, Princess, I've got quite the repertoire."
His hand squeezed your breast gently before trailing down to your navel, teasing the edge of your belly button with his fingertip. You squirm, giggling.
“Quit that,” you whine. “It tickles, Leon!”
Your hands swat his away.Leon chuckled at your reaction, pulling his hand away as requested.
“Just teasing you, kid," he chuckled, leaning in to capture your lips in another heated kiss.
His hand slid down between your legs, teasing your clit. You whine, your lips parting against his. Your hands clutch the muscles of Leon’s biceps nervously. The touch sends shocks through you and stars dance behind your closed eyelids. You had touched yourself before, of course you had, you were in your twenties, but nothing compared to this. Leon felt you tense under his touch and couldn't help but smile against your lips.
“Easy there, Princess," he whispered, breaking the kiss to look into your eyes. "You're doing great."
His hand continued its exploration, two fingers now circling your clit in slow, teasing circles. You whimper noisily. Your hips buck involuntarily, grinding into his hand.
“Oh god,” I groan. “Leon...”
I gasp for air, my breathing ragged.
“Need it- need more,” I plead.
Leon chuckled at your plea, sliding his hand further down to tease your entrance.
“That's it, baby," he cooed, sliding a finger inside your tight cunt.
You whimper.
“Leon,” you hiss.
Your hips buck towards Leon.
“‘S big,” you whine.
You squeeze your eyes shut. The roughness of his fingers contrasted nicely to the softness of your walls. It made you tense.
“That's because you're so damn tight," Leon murmured, adding a second finger to stretch you out, preparing you. "Relax, kid, let your body adjust."
He leaned down to capture your lips in another deep kiss, hoping to distract you from the sensation of his fingers buried inside your cunt. You whimper but return the kiss eagerly. Your tongue meets his.
“More,” you mumble desperately. “Need it.”
Your nails dig into his arms, leaving crescent shaped marks behind. They were sure to bruise.
"I'm going to give you everything you need," Leon promised, breaking the kiss to look into your eyes again. "Just hang on a little longer."
His hand worked faster, pumping his fingers in and out of your cunt while his thumb continued to circle your clit. Your breath hitches in your throat.
“Leon...” you whine.
Your head lolls from side to side.
“I’m so close, I-“
You grit your teeth.
“Leon, p-please keep talking,” you beg desperately.
"Alright, Princess," Leon murmured, leaning down to whisper in your ear. "I'll talk all you want. Just let me know what you need."
His fingers continued their assault on your pussy, working you closer and closer to climax.
“I-I don’t know,” you stammer. “Talk to me, Leon.”
You grip his arm tightly.
“Please. Need to hear your voice,” I whine.
"Tell me what you want to hear," Leon urged, watching your face for any sign of discomfort or pleasure.
His fingers continued to pump in and out of your tight cunt.
“Leon, please,” you whimper. “I-I don’t know. Just want to hear you. Want you to call me good, o-or pretty, I don’t-“
Your words are broken by moans. Your walls flutter around his fingers. You’re close, so very close.
"You're doing so good, sweetheart," Leon praised, leaning down to press a hot kiss to your neck. "Such a pretty little thing."
His fingers curled inside you, hitting that sweet spot within your tight cunt. “Are you going to cum for me? You gonna be a good girl and cum for me?”
You nod fervently.
“Mhm!” You tense a bit. “R-right there, please!” You beg. “K-keep talking, I-I need it, Leon.”
You buck your hips into him desperately. Your back curves slightly.
"That's it, Princess," Leon encouraged, continuing to pump his fingers in and out of your tight pussy. "Cum for me. Be a good girl and cum all over my hand."
His thumb pressed harder against your clit, swirling in small circles to push you over the edge. Your eyes close tightly and your mind goes blank as you cum. You squirm before settling.
“Leon,” you whimper softly.
You open your eyes slightly to look up at him. Your tongue threatens to fall out of your mouth as you pant, desperately trying to get air in.
Leon watched you come undone beneath him, your tight pussy clenching around his fingers as you rode out the waves of pleasure. He didn't stop until you’d calmed down enough to look up at him.
"That was beautiful," he praised, removing his soaked fingers from your cunt only to bring them up to his lips.
He licked each one clean slowly, savoring the taste of your arousal. Your brows knit together slightly. You were confused, albeit turned on, by the act. You catch your breath before speaking again.
“Will you fuck me?” You ask quietly.
"I thought that's what I've been doing," Leon teased, pulling his hand away from his mouth completely. "But if you want more..."
He leaned down to capture your lips in another deep kiss, his other hand moving to push down his boxers. Leon's cock sprang free from his boxers, hard and throbbing with need. He took advantage of the moment to slide himself along your slick folds, coating himself in your juices before pushing inside.
"Fuck..." he groaned, burying himself to the hilt inside your tight pussy.
Your eyes widen when he enters you. You gasp at the unfamiliar feeling of being so utterly full.
“Oh god,” you whimper. “So big...”
You bite your bottom lip.
“Don’t move yet,” you plead. “N-need to wait.”
"Shit," Leon cursed under his breath, freezing where he was as you pleaded for him to stay still.
He could feel every inch of your tight cunt wrapped around him, making him want to start moving right then and there. But he held himself in check, waiting for you to give him the go ahead.
You try to breathe but all attempts come out in the form of pants.
“‘S too big,” you whimper. “Leon, it’s gonna hurt.”
"Do you trust me?" Leon asked softly, gazing down at your beautifully crafted face. "Because I'll make it feel good, I promise."
He leaned down to place a soft kiss on your lips, his hips drawing back just a tad before thrusting forward again. He treated you gently and the look in his eyes was nothing short of love. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think you hung the stars yourself. He shakes that thought away. You’re his friend’s daughter and you did just officially meet. He’ll ponder it another time.
You whimper. Even the shallow thrust was enough to get a noise out of you. You nod gently.
“I-I trust you. Please, be gentle.”
You look up at him with wide eyes.
“A-and keep talking?” You ask softly.
"Do you want me to keep calling you pretty?" Leon asked, pressing another tender kiss to your lips.
His thrusts became a little more confident now, sliding deeper into your tight cunt.
"I can do that," he agreed, looking down at you with a smirk. "You're such a pretty fucking woman. Fuck.”
His words were compliments, sweet and kind, a stark contrast to the way he was fucking you. Though, he held true to his word: he made it feel good. You blush deeply, the red of your cheeks making your face appear brighter.
“Thank you,” you say shyly.
You bite your lip, trying to distract yourself from the pain that is slowly starting to fade away. It’s not gone completely, though.
“I love hearing you talk,” you admit softly.
You gasp when he pushes back in, your lips parting, despite your attempts to stifle your whimpers.
"You like hearing me talk?" Leon teased, nipping at your lower lip playfully. "Then I'll talk all damn night long."
He began to pick up speed, his thrusts becoming harder and faster as he buried himself deeper inside your tight cunt.
“You're so wet for me, Princess," Leon praised, thrusting into your tight pussy with abandon. "Such a fucking turn on."
He grunted, reaching down to fondle one of your breasts roughly.
"Fucking hell, you're perfect."
“Oh my god,” you whisper. “Please keep going.”
You grip his shoulders. Your nails dig into his skin slightly, though the marks blend in with his other scars. You’ll have to ask about those later. You gasp when his fingers pinch my nipple.
“Leon!” You whine.
The bed creaks softly; the frame isn’t used to such movement or weight. It’s laughable, in a way.
"God, you're so fucking cute when you whine," Leon praised, pinching your nipple once more.
He quickened his pace even further, slamming into your tight cunt. His thrusts were even, steady, though you could feel his grip slipping away. He was close.
"You gonna cum for me, Princess? Are you gonna be a good girl and cum for me?” He asks, his tone laced with condescension.
You nod, babbling incoherently.
“L-Leon,” you whine.
The knot in your stomach tightens and so do your walls.
“S-so..I-“
You try to speak. Your eyes meet Leon’s desperately, trying to convey your eagerness silently.
"Oh yeah?" Leon taunted, his thrusts becoming even more powerful. "Then let go, baby. Cum for me. I wanna hear you scream."
With that, he slammed into you one more time, hitting that sweet spot inside you that sent you spiraling over the edge. You cry his name as you cum for the second time that night. You feel like you’re falling down, your body squirming on the bed momentarily.
“Leon. Leon,” you repeat, huffing breathlessly.
Your hands still cling to him despite the layer of sweat that’s accumulated on both of you. Both your skin and Leon’s are damp and shiny, thought you don’t seem to mind. Clean up can always happen after. "Neither am I," Leon confessed, breathing heavily against her neck. "And I'm not about to start now."
He pulled out quickly, releasing his hot sticky load across your belly and breasts.
“Hope you don't mind a bit of mess," he teased, kissing you lightly on the forehead. You whimper and look up at him, pouting.
“At least..”
You try to sound stern but end up panting.
“Are you..are you gonna help me, uhm..clean this?” You ask softly.
"Mmm, sure thing, kid," Leon said, rolling onto his side to give you some space.
He reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair off your forehead with a gentle touch.
"Don't worry about a thing. I'll take care of everything."