Work Text:
You up?
You rolled your eyes as the white text was seared into your retinas. Even without Leon hanging just above the message, you would’ve known it was him. You’d met him at a gathering back in your freshman year of college, a party your classmate had invited you to. Living off campus had made you feel like you were missing out on a lot of college things, like getting drunk in a messy frat house—and spending the early morning hours fucking like rabbits with a guy with clear blue eyes and soft hair. Sex was all this relationship was about. Truth be told, neither of you were looking for commitment, just a reliable outlet. “Fuckboy” and “whore” were the words people often used for the two of you; though, you at least let all your fuck buddies know that this wasn’t a romantic commitment. No harm, no foul.
No. You rolled over onto your back and tossed your arm over your eyes. You didn’t really have anything to get up for in the morning, but damn, studying for your chemistry final had turned your brain into a warm, gooey ooze. A nice fuck would do right now, but…
Your phone buzzed, and you picked it up to see Leon’s response. You’re soo funny, he’d replied, along with a mirror selfie. You recognized the blue and gray flooring of the local gym. So he’d just finished working out, one of his favorite preludes to breaking your back. You squeezed your thighs together at the thought. Tired tonight, maybe some other time. You set your phone back down, ready for the inevitable sass.
You won’t have to do much, princess. Don’t worry about it ;)
You cursed under your breath at the butterflies in your belly. He sent another photo, one of his abs disappearing into the waistband of his gray sweatpants…leading down to a slight bulge. Goddamn. Feeling suddenly like a bitch in heat, you text back, Well if you’re promising the princess treatment…
Be there in ten.
You bit your lip with a smile. You already felt a pleasant warmth between your thighs, seeping into the gusset of your panties. Leon had the spare key to your apartment, so you sat back in bed, your fingers lazily stroking your slit through your pink satin nightgown. He was a good guy, but prep wasn’t always on his radar. You had your hips rolling lazily against your palm when your front door finally opened. Leon hurried to your bedroom, clad in a set of gray sweats. His brown fringe was slightly damp from the showers at the gym; at least he always cleaned himself before. “You got started without me?” he teased as he toed off his shoes.
“You took too long,” you shot back with a cheeky smile.
Leon flopped onto the bed next to you, slightly disturbing the wall of plushies near your headboard. “Here now, princess.” He placed a kiss on the shell of your ear, the first in a hot trail that led all the way down to your shoulder. He rested a heavy hand on your hip and guided you onto your side. “Come here…”
You tilted your head to the side as he bit down gently on the junction of your shoulder and neck. The sharp jolt of pain sent a shiver of arousal down your spine. “You’re actually taking your time tonight?”
“Someone said she wanted to be treated like a princess.” Leon dipped down to kiss the tops of your breasts, which peeked out over the lace neckline of your nightgown. “And she even wore my favorite nightie. Looks so cute on you, babe.”
“I know.” You let out a soft grunt as he pushed you down onto your back. His palm rested on your belly, warm and firm against your plush skin. You met his heated gaze when his hand slid down to rest on your mound.
Leon slipped his fingers up your nightgown to put your panties down and off. You let your thighs fall apart to welcome two warm digits into your dripping pussy. Your eyes fluttered shut as his fingers massaged your inner walls, teasing just the entrance before slowly working deeper.
“Just like that, huh?” Leon purred into your ear. He focused on that spot just beyond your entrance and rocked the pads of his fingers against it.
You slid your hand down the slippery satin of your nightgown to gently circle your clit, which had been left forgotten and swollen. Your breaths came in quick, shallow pants. You forced your eyes open to stare deep into Leon’s, all of your focus being siphoned to the sensitive nerves hidden by supple folds. He flashed back a wolfish grin and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “That’s right. Look at you…”
You bit your lip, your hips bucking into the rhythm of Leon’s fingers. You tossed your head back as you reached the brink—just for Leon to remove his fingers and pull your hand away from your clit. A pitiful cry fell from your lips. “What the fuck?” you sobbed as he chuckled above you.
Leon ruffled your hair. “You know you’re a one-and-done type of girl,” he teased. “Wouldn’t it be wrong of me to wear you out, you poor thing?”
You rolled your eyes and playfully punched his shoulder, nowhere near hard enough to actually hurt. “You could’ve warned me,” you spat. “How do you like getting blue-balled yourself?”
He laughed and held his hands up in surrender. “No need to be mean to me. You wanted the princess treatment, but now you’re just acting like a brat.”
You looked away, your pussy still aching from his denial.
“Why don’t you apologize?” Leon purred into your ear. He reached down to pull his semi-hard length out of his sweatpants. Precum had beaded at the tip and run down the shaft, and a few veins had begun to pop out. “Get me ready to take you.”
The mental image of him bending you over and fucking you into the bed flashed across your hazy mind, and you made your way down the bed to settle your chest between his thighs. You wrapped your hand around his cock and started by slowly stroking the shaft. His length dwarfed the size of your fingers, and your pale pink manicure stood out starkly against his pigmented flesh. With laser-focused eyes, Leon folded his arms behind his head and rested back against your pillows and plushies. You gave the head a twist on the next upstroke just to see him writhe, then planted a trail of kisses from his sac all the way up to his tip. Your tongue teased his frenulum before laving over the tip to lick up the pearls of precum leaking down his shaft. He let out a throaty moan and moved one of his hands to rest on the back of your head. “Just like that, babe,” he breathed.
You shifted your elbows under you to sit up a bit higher and swallow down the entire length of his cock. Leon tossed his head back and whimpered as his tip made contact with your throat. You stroked him faster, fixated on getting him prepared so he’ll finally bend you over like he promised. Your free hand dipped underneath his balls to massage the spot between his sac and his hole that had him moaning and shouting your name. You bobbed your head up and down, only one thought swirling around in your head like a carousel. You completely missed Leon trying to push you off his dick, so he gripped the collar of your nightgown and ripped your sinful lips off of him. Gulping breaths of air, he squeezed tightly around the base of his twitching cock to stop an impending orgasm in its tracks. He wet his lips before looking down at where you had rested your cheek against his thigh. “Good girl,” he panted. “So good.”
You ran your fingertips up and down the meat of his leg. “Just let me know when you’re ready.”
“In a second,” Leon replied. “Why don’t you get yourself warmed back up?”
You nodded and snaked a hand down to tease your aching pussy once more. Your fingers slid easily through the mess of slick between your lower lips as you teased your swollen clit. Your hips and thighs trembled with withheld arousal, wound up tight enough that you felt you could fall off the edge at a moment’s notice. When Leon finally shifted, you gazed up at him with wide eyes. He rolled himself off the mattress and moved to the foot of the bed, his boner jutting out comically from his silhouette. After pulling off his shirt and tossing it away, he gripped your ankles and yanked your hips flush against his. His length rested on your belly, reaching all the way up to your belly button. “Gonna fuck you so good for giving me such good head.”
You whimpered as he pressed his length into you. The head squeezed past your entrance, and with his prep and the generous amount of slick coating your pussy, the rest of his length slipped in easily. You shivered when his shaft pressed against all the sensitive spots deep in your pussy. “Fuck…”
Leon’s head tilted back once he was buried to the hilt inside of you. “Pulling me in so good, babe. You ready?”
You nodded feverishly, your eyes focused on the way his abs flexed with restraint.
He pushed your nightgown just above your breasts before carefully thrusting into you. “Don’t wanna get that pretty little thing dirty.”
You gripped the bed sheets above your head and let out a pitiful whine. The strong hands on your hips kept you in place while he fucked into you, starting slowly and building up to a pace that had the headboard slamming into the wall and your breasts jiggling rhythmically against your rib cage. You weren’t proud of how fast you came around his cock. Time meant nothing to you, but no more than a minute could have passed before you were arching your back and moaning like a whore, loud enough to no doubt piss off your neighbors (again). Leon gave you no time to recover before fucking into you more roughly to chase his own high now that you had reached yours. He gripped your hips hard enough to bruise, his eyebrows pinched together and his mouth hanging open. “Just like that, baby. Fuck, you still on the pill?”
You nodded, trying to meet his gaze through bleary eyes. “I am,” you practically sobbed. A well-aimed thrust sent you spiralling into another orgasm strong enough to make stars explode across the back of your eyelids.
Leon panted, his thrusts growing sharp and uncoordinated. “Keep milking me, baby. Keep squeezing me, and I’ll breed that pretty little pussy of yours.”
You gasped as his words went straight to your pussy. “Please…need it…”
“I know, baby. You can’t help it.” He suddenly let out a shaky moan, his cock twitching and spilling into you. His hands moved up to your waist to hold you still as he shot his load inside you. You whimpered at the warmth flooding your pussy, satiating a need you didn’t even know you had.
“There’s a good girl,” Leon murmured. He leaned down over you to kiss up your neck to your ear. “Relax.”
After a while, he finally pulled out of you, the mess in your pussy slowly dripping down your thighs. You lay still on the bed as he made a quick trip to the bathroom to retrieve a soft towel. Leon gingerly wiped the concoction of semen and slick from between your thighs before giving his cock a rub down. You crawled higher up on the bed to rest heavily on your pillow. He soon joined you, clad in only his sweatpants. Leon cuddled up behind you, his warm skin keeping you from falling into the cold jitters you tended to get after sex. You let out a soft laugh as he grabbed one of your plushies and nestled it into your arms. “Doing okay?”
“You fucked the life out of me, dude,” you groan, snuggling deeper into his hold.
“And I’ll make you breakfast in the morning.” Leon placed a soft kiss on your cheek. “The princess treatment, yeah?”