I Wanna Fuck Him

who's laughing now?

pairing: byakuya togami x gn!reader

summary: byakuya was an arrogant boy when you first met him, but an incident changes him, as he learns what loss means...

a/n: i saw some art with that quote on pinterest, but without credit. if anyone knows the artist or their tumblr, let me know in the comments so i can link to their art!

“one day, you'll lose something not even your money can replace. and when that day comes, i'll be the one laughing!”

for some reason, those words you said to byakuya a while ago came back to him at this very moment. he had laughed at you back then, thinking you were just another person jealous of his achievements and wealth. and yet, he truly had no idea what it was like to lose something money couldn't replace. until he lost you. 

your lifeless body was laying in his arms, as byakuya pulled you up from the cold grounds of hope's peak academy. he knew that anyone could die in this killing game and you weren't the first to be killed. but only when it was you who was the victim did the reality of it all begin to set in. 

he'd never get to see you smile again. he won't hear you lecture him again and he won't be able to roll his eyes at you. but worst of all, he won't be able to tell you that he finally understood what you meant back then. and you'll never be able to laugh at him, like you promised…

Cant wait :3

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍'

𝗦𝗬𝗡𝗢𝗣𝗦𝗜𝗦 :: a month away from your regular responsibilities and surrounded by hot singles sounds like heaven right now. you've been selected to join the hit reality show love island, and you better pack your bags quick because it's going to be a long, hot summer

𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 :: (love island!au) alhaitham, thoma, wriothesley, kaveh, childe & many many more!

𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗦 :: announced! will commence from june 2024 -> ???

QUICK DISCLAIMER :: this series is literally a ripoff of love island. a love island!au if you will. yes there will be multiple endings depending on who you choose to couple up with in the end. no it is not every male genshin character ever because i am not cracked enough to do that. also if you are familiar with the trashiness of love island, then please keep that in mind with the way i write the characters. sorry if i make your fave sound like a shit person this series is gonna be so unserious ok bye

o. og five girls intro (01/06)

oo. og five guys intro (02/06)

episode one. a new summer of love starts tonight as lady furina welcomes this year's lineup of young singles to the love island villa.

episode two. the arrival of albedo and childe has ruffled a few feathers, and tighnari is jealous as childe takes a fancy to hu tao. later, the group take on their first challenge.

episode three. albedo, ganyu, hu tao, and childe go on their date, and while childe really likes hu tao, ganyu is torn between albedo and ayato. elsewhere, y/n and alhaitham get on well, while jean makes her lack of feelings for xiao clear.

𖤓 tba.

𝜗𝜚 genshin impact masterlist

*giggles*

(photo edited by me)

hi hi saw you’re taking requests so i have this one that i can’t stop thinking about-

re4r!leon as best friend finding out the reader is a cam girl and then just something happens and they’ll make a video of them fucking together with a title “my best friend made me cum twice” or something lmao

btw love ur work ur amazing ughhh keep it up love you !

₊˚✧ you owe me — in which views are low so you do what you have to do

best friend!leon kennedy x camgirl!afab!reader

warnings: 1.8k words, smut, pet names (babe, sweet angel, angel), curse words, porn videos/streams, mentions of creampie, lil bit of sexual coercion, reverse cowgirl, clit play, fingering, (unprotected) p in v, praise, cream pie

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Views were down, which meant money wasn't coming in as regularly. Much to your dismay, your rent was due in a few weeks, and you barely had enough to pay for it. You couldn't really blame people for clicking off your streams, they all looked the same. The same setup, the same 3 lingeries in rotation, it was all the same. People wanted something new. You knew you had to do something, but everything was out of your budget. 

You sat at your computer, watching other cam girls to get ideas of how to spice up your streams. You clicked through countless streams until one caught your attention, 'My best friend makes me cum!'. You knew it was wrong but you had fantasized of your best friend doing the same to you. Maybe with the excuse of needing money, your dreams could finally come true. 

Clicking out of the stream and grabbing your phone, you call Leon. Butterflies in your stomach made you nervous, almost considering hanging up and pretending like you called him by accident but before you could move the phone away from your ear his groggy voice rang through the speaker. "Fuck, what is it? It's late y'know." He groaned. This probably could've waited until the morning. 

"Sorry, I just need some help..." Your voice wasn't confident, if anything it was shaky. You had guts to ask him for help with this, and for all you know it could blow up in your face and he'd never speak to you again. "Help with what?" He sounded more concerned like he was ready to help you if you were in danger. "It's nothing serious." You start, trying to work up the courage to ask him the burning hot question. "Okay, so what is it?" He asks in the silence.

You take a deep breath. "You know how I'm a camgirl? Well, it's not going so well and I'm kinda tight with money..." You say, unable to bring yourself to actually tell him what you need help with. "So, what? You need money?" He sounds genuine, and you knew he was. You knew if you asked, he'd give you as much money as you needed. He was always selfless like that.

"No, no." You sigh, you were far too prideful to take his money. You were independent, you could make your own money. Were you really independent if you were asking for his help though? "I need help with... Shit, how do I even ask this?" You mumble mostly to yourself. "Just say it." He encourages. "I need you to be in a stream with me." You say quickly like you were ripping a bandaid off. Leon was silent on the other side of the line. 

"Like... for moral support?" He chuckles nervously. You cringe at yourself, regretting ever even asking him. "You know what I mean, Leon..." You bite your lip, eagerly anticipating his next words. When silence hangs over the call you decide to say something. "I'll give you 30 percent of the earnings." You bargain. "I probably make more than that in an hour." He retorts but you can hear the smile on his face. "But, I'd be happy to help. Can't have you living on the streets now, hm?" He chuckles.

Part of you feels prideful. Proud of yourself for convincing your best friend to fuck you in front of hundreds, if not, thousands of people. "Be over in 20?" You ask sweetly, concealing your smile with a hand even though he couldn't see you through the phone. "Yeah, sure." And with that, the phone line went dead. 

You immediately start getting ready. Fixing your hair, putting deodorant on even though you did this morning, unadmittedly shaving anywhere you could, setting up the webcam you use to make such alluring streams, and picking out and putting on a pretty lingerie set. It worked so well with your skin tone, complimenting you like no other piece of clothing.

And almost on cue, Leon knocks on your door, you answer it quickly. Your heart pounded in your chest with excitement and nervousness. "I got work in the morning, let's not take all night. Not that I couldn't go all night if I wanted." He smirks, leaning against the door frame. His smirk falters and is replaced by a look of shock when he sees the oh-so-revealing outfit that's hugging your body perfectly. "Holy shit." He whispers under his breath.

"Short and sweet. Got it." You smile, gesturing for him to come inside. After a second of staring and he finally comes back to his senses he walks in, waiting for you to show him where the magic happens. You lead him to your bedroom, your webcam set up Infront of your bed, cute little stuffed animals shoved in the corner, against the wall. He sits on the bed carefully as you adjust the camera to make sure it's perfect. 

"Ready?" You ask, typing on your laptop, naming the stream. 'Letting my best friend creampie me!' "Oh, we're just going right into it? Yeah, sure." He scratches the back of his neck nervously. You give him a reassuring smile and start the stream, sitting next to him on the bed. You greet the people who initially join, recognizing a few of the names but seeing that the title has already drawn in some new customers.

Leon really doesn't know what to do, but he has a sudden wave of confidence. He puts his hands on your waist and pulls you into his lap. "Let's get started. The viewers are already getting antsy, they must be just as excited as I am~" Your voice was more seductive than when you were talking to Leon alone just moments ago. Leon knew you put on this act to appease the horny and lonely men, and he couldn't deny that he was one of them. 

With you sitting on Leon's lap, you spread your legs. Leon watched on your computer, the stream open and playing on mute. He was entranced by the way you so effortlessly turned him on just by opening your legs. You teased your viewers, rubbing your clit over your panties. You grabbed Leon's hand and placed it over your warm cunt, encouraging him to do the same. This felt like a dream come true to him, he nearly moaned just from the contact.

He rubbed his thumb gently over your clothed clit, you moaned quietly and he couldn't tell if it was just an act or if his light touch really made you feel good. "Don't be afraid to be rough." You whisper to him with a reassuring smile on your face. Oh, god, how he wanted to kiss your face. That gorgeous, perfect face.

He takes your advice, pulling your panties to the side with no warning. Your cunt fluttered when the cold breeze of the night touched your bare skin. He rubbed small circles on your clit, rougher than before. You let out a real moan this time, throwing your head back to lean on his shoulder. You held your panties to the side for him as you read the comments. 

'Fuck, so hot!' 'Wish my best friend did things like this for me.' 'Wanna see him finger that pussy!' 'Do you think he's really her best friend?' The chat was moving too fast to even read all of the comments. It hadn't been this way for months. "Chat, of course, he's really my best friend. Called him 20 minutes ago begging him to fuck me. I just had to stream it for you guys~" Leon grew hard upon hearing your words and you could feel it under your ass. It made pride swell in your chest. 

Leon runs his middle finger and ring finger through your folds before thrusting them into your weeping entrance. You whined softly. You'd imagined what it would feel like to have his fingers inside of you but nothing compared to the real thing. You bucked your hips slightly and Leon chucked. He fucked you with his fingers your cunt making lewd noises from how wet you were.

A ton of gifts started popping up on the screen. People were donating, and it was a lot more than usual. Knowing that people liked watching you get fucked by your best friend, made you like getting fucked even more. "Need your cock. Please." You pleaded to Leon, looking up at him but his eyes were trained on your swollen pussy. "Patience, babe." He taunted, a sly look on his face. He liked hearing the sound of you begging for his cock to fill you up.

You whined, not having any patience whatsoever. "Fine, fine. If you're gonna whine about it." He chuckled and pulled his fingers away from your delicious pussy, a thin string of your arousal sticking to his fingers before breaking when he reaches the waistband of his sweatpants. You only just realize that he's probably in his pajamas which, for some reason, makes this all the hotter.

He pulls his hardened cock out of his pants, resting the waistband under his balls. He strokes himself a few times and you're so eager to ride him until you’re hazed by his cock. You slip out of your panties and look at him, waiting for the okay to fuck him. He nods and brings you closer. He runs the tip of his cock along your folds before letting you sink down and take him fully. Whimpers leave your mouth, amusing everyone watching the stream.

You hadn't even realized how big he was, too focused on just getting what you've longed for, for so long. you might be hazed by his cock sooner than you originally thought. He brought his fingers down to your clit, rubbing tight circles while you got adjusted to his whole length. "Bigger than you thought, huh?" He laughed with a small shake of his head. 

You rolled your hips, making you both moan. You gave him no warning as you started riding him, letting his cock slide in and out of you so preciously. Both of your moans mixed in harmony. The chat went even more wild than it already was. You could only imagine how much money you were making. His fingers continued to work your clit, his other hand holding onto your hip like his life depended on it. You would be surprised if he didn't leave a bruise for you to find tomorrow.

"Could fuck you for hours. sweet angel. This pussy's t'die for." He groans in your ear, matching the pace of your bounces and thrusting into you perfectly. His praise makes you clench around him. A whine coming from your throat and a moan coming from his. Leon was embarrassed at how fast he was approaching his orgasm but it felt too good to resist.

His hot ropes of cum coat your warm walls. You can't even believe that Leon came inside of you. "Shit, sorry, sorry. Didn't mean to, ah~ fuck, sorry." He mumbles as he rides out his orgasm. "Do it again." You beg and he feels like he just entered heaven. "Anything you want, angel." Yeah, you definitely weren't going to have any money troubles any time soon at this rate. Maybe you can even convince Leon to do this with you full-time. 

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HES SO SWEET I CANT 😭😭

"You did good! :D"

2005 leon/ashley hug if you even care

God I need him so bad

Requested by anonymous.

~𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙~

Drama Club (Highschool AU)

Chapter I

Oh no...seems like she hasn't posted anything else yet.

honey, come over

rating: E STARS!Chris Redfield/STARS!Reader/Rookie!Leon 18+ warnings: AFAB!GN!Reader, FWB (Chris and Reader), threesome, jealousy, catching feelings, fingering, p in v sex, blowjob, come swallowing, snowballing, rimming, handjobs, cunnilingus, anal sex, sexual picture, creampie, slight angst, no gendered terms, no use of y/n word count 7.5k summary: You and Chris devise a plot to get Leon in on your little "arrangement" you two have. What you don't expect are the hitches, namely coming from Chris. AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49661005

You pushed into the S.T.A.R.S. office with hurried steps. Your eyes scanned the room and fell on Chris propped up at his desk, feet on the edge and a file in his hand. You stormed over quickly, grabbing the file, and you slammed it down on the desk. Chris tipped forward in his chair; a what the hell started up from his throat, but you twisted him to face you.

“Have you seen the new rookie?”

There was an urgency in your voice, and Chris furrowed his brow. “What, Branagh’s new recruit?” You nodded violently. “No, why?”

“Come here.”

You grabbed Chris by the back of his shirt, pulling him forward until he was forced to stand up; you hauled him outside and down the hall.

“Are you serious? Wesker’s gonna have my ass if I don’t finish these reports.”

“Shut up, Chris, holy god, when have I ever led you wrong?” A quick beat. “Don’t answer that.” You rounded the corner to the stairs and took them two at a time, letting go of Chris as he followed you with dragging feet. The door to the west offices was propped open, so you were able to slink in and rest your elbows onto the little railing just inside. You turned back and gestured for Chris to settle beside you.

“This better be–”

You grabbed Chris by the chin and swiveled his head until you knew he saw him. He was sitting at his desk, twisting what appeared to be a few padlocks. He jerked at one which earned a few laughs from the squad. Chris flicked his dark eyes over to you.

“Yeah. Told you.” You were smug, and Chris didn’t even have it in himself to argue with you. You both resumed your looks at the rookie. The prettiest little face in the whole building, soft blonde hair–how could you not stare? Chris stood up tall and started to move down the stairs. You grabbed his bicep, feeling it firm against your palm. “What are you doing?”

“Uh, I’m going to introduce myself.” Chris gave you a look that seemed to say duh?

“No you’re not. I found him.” You twisted your face, and Chris raised a brow, smirking.

“Please, I bet I can get him in the locker room before the end of the week.”

“Oh, yeah fucking right, Redfield. Look at him.” You both pointedly turned your gazes to the rookie. Whatever his task was had him pacing the room, checking desks. There was a slight flush to his face, pink and adorable, but there was also a triumphant look in his eyes. “He’s like if a golden retriever was a person, dude. No way he’ll go for you.”

“Like you’re much better?” Chris fired back. “I’ve been in bed with you enough to know you’d tear him apart without any supervision.”

That last word. There was a note of silence that held a dawning understanding. You both grinned, and there was a nod. You pushed at each other, too giddy to contain the need to rough each other up, and there was a sharp call of hey! that made you both stop.

“Is there a reason half of alpha’s in my squadroom right now?” Lieutenant Branagh shouted, putting his hands on his hips. The rest of his unit turned to stare up at the two of you, including the rookie. He’d made his way near the small staircase and was looking up with the softest blue eyes you’d ever seen. You were transfixed, but Chris elbowed your ribs.

“Sorry, Lieutenant, just heard we had a new kid,” you answered honestly. You tilted back down to look at Leon, and you offered him a quick wink. A blush immediately rose to his face.

“Didn’t realize S.T.A.R.S. gave a damn about the other half,” Elliot muttered from his desk, just loud enough to be heard. Chris shot him a glare.

“Well, I’ll be letting your captain know his top officers are wasting time in my office instead of doing the things I know he’s assigned you.” Marvin reached out and picked up the receiver to his desk phone and, undoubtedly, punched in Wesker’s extension.

“We’re just leaving, lieutenant,” Chris assured, guiding you out by your shoulders. “Nice to see you, rookie!”

The two of you started back up the stairs, heads pressed together, a mess of conspiracy. You were only interrupted when Wesker cut you off in the hall, folding his arms, and a scowl crossed his face.

Overtime stung that night, but it gave you both time to plot.

The next morning, you were at work painfully early. You had slipped into the west office after getting them unlocked by reception. It took begging, but you earned your way down the small set of stairs over to the station containing the coffee maker. You flicked it on, and you quickly set up a pot to brew. You even washed out a mug. Surely if Wesker saw the effort you were putting in, he’d ream you for it. You could hear him now: All this and you can’t even provide a single report on time? You’re worse than Chris.

You drummed your fingers over the counter before sliding your gaze over to the rookie’s desk. You craned your neck. It was open, meaning he’d figured out whatever that mess with the padlocks was yesterday, and it looked neat. It wasn’t yet messy with assignments. Though, you imagined he was likely a pretty well-put together guy.

The coffee maker went quiet as it finished brewing. Just as it did, you heard the door to the office open, and you looked up. The rookie, already dressed in his uni blues, was above you. You smiled warmly. “Hey, new guy. Leon, right?”

“Right.” He smiled back, and he took the steps slowly, still watching you. “You’re with S.T.A.R.S.” An observation. You stuck your hand out and offered him your name. “Leon Kennedy,” he provided after you, squeezing your hand tight, like he had something to prove.

“Good to meet you.” You lifted the coffee pot from the warmer with a soft thunk, and you poured yourself some. You pulled free another mug, and you tilted it toward him. “Want some?”

“Yeah, sure. Thanks. Do you guys not have a maker in your office?” Leon asked.

You poured him some coffee and slid back the pot. “We do. This one’s better, though.” A lie that came easily to you. Leon didn’t even question it. It almost made you feel a little bad. He was cute. You passed him the mug, not bothering to add anything to it, and Leon took it gratefully. He blew on the hot liquid gently. The steam curled toward you, and you met his gaze over the lip of the cup. His blue eyes looked a little bloodshot. There was too much cologne on him, and your lip curled up. “Rough first day, I take it?”

“What do you mean?” Leon furrowed his brows.

“You’re hungover.”

At that, Leon went still. “Is it obvious?”

“You went a little heavy on the cover-up,” you told him, adding cream to your coffee. You stirred it slowly with a plastic spoon, and you tossed it away before raising your own mug to your lips. Eyes alight with amusement, you raked your gaze over his form as Leon turned your words over in his mind. “It’ll be fine. Just go get into your uniform early, and no one will know.”

“I’ll do that.” Leon took a sip. The coffee was still numbingly hot, and you could see that it burned by the way his lips turned brighter. He rolled them together, trying to numb the sting, and you wished you had the nerve to corner him and kiss it away. But you were thinking with the wrong head. If this was going to work, you and Chris had to move carefully. “Are you usually here this early?”

“Sometimes.” Not technically a lie. You found that the longer you spoke to the younger man, the less you wanted to outright deceive him. He was good, brimming with a passion you’d long lost since your days in the army, and it helped to see it alive in someone else. Leon nodded.

“Well, it’ll be nice to see you. I mean–” The rookie cleared his throat. “It’s good to know someone.”

“Yeah, I get you.” You shot him a little smile, reassuring. Leon returned it. Oh, you wanted to tear him apart. “You know, Chris is a good guy, too. If you see him around, talk to him.”

“That’s who was with you yesterday?” Leon asked, and he took another sip. There was the sound of someone else entering–or leaving–the building. It was reminding you that time was passing, and you needed to get out of here before Lieutenant Branagh chewed you out again.

“Yeah. That’s him.” You quickly drained your coffee despite the way it burned your throat, and you laid the mug aside. Hey, you’d already washed it once. If you were lucky, Elliot would be the grumbling asshole that had to clean up after you. “Well, I gotta go. I’ll see you tomorrow probably.”

“Sure. Oh, hey.” Leon stopped you with a touch to your arm. For a moment, your mind went wild, wondering what he could possibly need to say, what he might do. But then Leon gestured to a spot on his neck while he nodded at you. “You’ve got–there’s a–a bruise.”

Your hand flew up to cover the spot he motioned to. Your bottom lip pinched between your teeth, frustration boiling up. Chris. You knew he’d latched onto you hard last night, but to put it where it could be seen? When he knew you were going to be talking to Leon? Oh, he was a dead man. “Thanks, rookie.”

“Leon,” he corrected. It was hard not to tease him, but you obliged.

“Thanks, Leon.” You backed out toward the stairs, climbing them. “Take it easy out there.”

You thundered your way up to the S.T.A.R.S. office, and you briefly considered sabotaging something about Chris’ desk. But when you opened a drawer, began rifling through the files, you found a beaten up polaroid he’d taken of you in his bed. It made you soft. You closed the drawer quietly, and you set to work on your reports.

The week dragged on. It killed you getting up so early. But it was worth it getting to speak to the rookie. You knew Chris was working him at closing, typically catching him doing something menial in the library. Whatever you two had been doing, it was working. Leon visibly perked up whenever he saw you. The only time you were late, you were rewarded with a there you are and the brightest smile showing off Leon’s little crooked canine.

By Friday, you had settled into an easy routine, and this time, you had a plan. You’d discussed it with Chris, and, while it was relatively soon, you felt good about your odds.

“Morning!” Leon called as he bounced down the steps. You pressed a mug into his hands as soon as he rounded the corner.

“Morning,” you murmured. “Hey, I wanted to ask you something.”

“Shoot.” Leon took a sip. He walked past you toward his desk, and you followed him. Leon sat down, at his chair, and you slid onto the desk itself, crossing one leg.

“Chris and I are headed to his place tonight to hang out. We’ll probably put on some football and just–I don’t know, fuck around.” Leon tipped his head back as he scooted his chair closer to his desk. His arm was brushing against the side of your thigh. “Wanna come?”

“Really?” Leon looked genuinely excited. There was a sparkle in those beautiful eyes, and you grinned despite yourself. “That’d be great. Should I bring anything?”

“Just yourself.” You shrugged. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Okay, yeah. When should I be there?”

“Just whenever you can. If you want to go home after your shift, that’s fine.” You were planning on staying the night with Chris no matter how the evening panned out, so it didn’t much matter. Chris had insisted.

That, in tandem with the photo you had found earlier in the week and the bruise he’d left, was only complicating things. You two had been having sex for a while now, and the intended addition of Leon was supposed to keep up the casual nature of it all. But Chris was being too…Chris. And it was adding another layer to the whole thing you didn’t like.

“Sure. Yeah, I can be by a few hours after–what’s the address?” Leon picked up a yellow pad of paper and pen, which you quickly plucked from him, your hands bumping against the rookie’s.

“Here.” You scribbled it down quickly, and you shoved it toward Leon. He looked it over, clearly trying to map the city in his brain. “It’s that big brown building on Pennsylvania avenue, if that helps.”

“It does. I’ll find it.” Leon grinned up at you. “Thanks.”

“No worries.” You reached out and laid a hand on his shoulder, an affectionate weight, and you saw him brighten even further. You were only a few years older than him, but sometimes, it felt like a lifetime. Leon ripped off the piece of paper that contained the address. He folded it up and stuffed it in his shirt pocket. You watched his fingers flit over the button and secure it quickly. For safekeeping. He even patted the spot while he looked up at you. “Well, I guess I’ll let you get to it. Are they letting you drive yet?”

“I get to today,” Leon said, sitting a little straighter. You nodded.

“Look at you. Growing up so fast.” Your hand raised further and ruffled his blonde hair. Bold, a little teasing, and you saw his smile as he ducked away from you, shoving at your hand.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” But Leon looked pleased at your attention. His ears were a little redder than before, and you thought more about tonight. Leon flipped his wrist over and checked the time. You mirrored his actions and swore.

“Ah, shit. Wesker’s gonna kick my ass. Sorry, rookie. We’ll see you tonight.” You couldn’t wait for a response, but you did hear his soft voice saying something as you rushed your way out of the squadroom and into the main lobby, stumbling as you tried to make it around the corner before you were given more overtime.

Luckily, the meeting hadn’t started just yet, and you sighed as you sank into the only empty chair beside Chris. He’d saved you a spot. Chris leaned over and whispered in your ear, too close, too intimate in the office. “Hey. Talk to Leon?”

“He’s on board,” you mumbled back, turning slightly. Your noses brushed together, and you jolted backwards. “Not sure when, but…” You nodded, and Chris hummed in thought.

“Good.”

But there was something in his tone, and you flashed him a look. “What’s going on with you?”

“Nothing.” But Chris couldn’t lie to save his life. He wore his emotions like cheap perfume: loud, suffocating. You frowned. Chris caved. “Okay, it’s just–”

“Enough chatter.”

Wesker’s voice shattered the air and rebuilt it thick with tension. You shifted in your seat to look up at the corkboard, and your captain flicked his gaze between you and Chris. He opted not to say anything, though, and he began to drone on about the case you were all working on.

You kept your eyes forward, but you could feel that Chris wasn’t. Heat prickled along the back of your neck, and you knew he was sneaking glances.

Chris kept his distance for the rest of the day.

You only got back with him when Chris drove you both to his apartment. Once upstairs, you couldn’t take it anymore, and you slammed his door shut as he walked forward. Chris picked up his remote and turned on the tv. The night was already falling, autumn in full effect, and you flicked on the lights.

“Okay, spill. You’ve been acting fucking weird.”

“I know.”

You stepped forward, closer to him. Chris placed his palms on your cheeks, and he crushed you to him in a kiss born out of desperation. You pulled back. “Chris. Talk to me. You promised when we started this.”

“I know.” Chris raced his thumbs along your cheeks. “I just can’t figure it out–god, let me kiss you. And then I swear I will.” It was a slippery slope. You knew if Chris kissed you it would end up as something else. But you couldn’t tear your eyes away from those too-soft Bambi eyes, and you melted in his hold. A quick nod, and your mouths were locked together. Tongues flicked, pressed, sank into one another with aching familiarity. This was something you were good at together.

Sure enough, Chris pulled you onto the couch. He crawled above you, and his hands grazed up your thighs until he palmed at you through your jeans. Your clit lept to attention, pushing into your underwear. Wetness beaded between your lips as Chris started to unbutton your pants.

“The rookie–”

“Said he wouldn’t be here for a while.” Chris huffed a soft exhale into your mouth. He needed this; you could feel it in the way he shook. “Please.”

“Alright.”

Chris pulled your clothes down, and his fingers trailed up between your folds. He relished in how immediate your body’s response was. And truthfully, it had never been this way for anyone else. Chris did something to you, and, if you thought about too long, it frightened you. But for now, you focused on the pads of his fingers dragging patterns across your swollen nerves, stroking your clit with tender movements.

“Chris,” you breathed. “Fuck, put your fingers inside. Gotta feel it.”

“God, I love hearing you like this,” Chris growled out; he dipped lower until he was prodding at your cunt. You spread your thighs as much as your half-on jeans would allow. Chris pushed two fingers inside; your walls stretched to accommodate his thick digits, and you moaned softly. Chris dipped his head to kiss at your neck. When his teeth flashed out, you clicked your tongue. 

“Don’t leave another fucking hickey.”

“Why not?” he whined.

“You left that last one so the rookie would–ah.” You cut yourself off with a quick cry as Chris curled his fingers, pressing upwards until you clenched around him. A soft there it is from Chris, and you wished it didn’t feel so good so you could keep chastising him.

“What did I do?” Chris asked innocently. Your hips bucked when his other hand moved to paw at your clit in time with the movements of his fingers.

“Shut up.”

Your cunt squelched as Chris kept fingering you. Knuckle-deep with each press forward, you couldn’t stop the constant rocking of your hips. You were grinding roughly into his touches, and your orgasm started to boil, sinking its teeth into your skin. You were so close–

A knock at the door. You moaned, and Chris started to pull away.

“No, please, I’m right there,” you begged, reaching out to pull at his shirt. Chris’ eyes fluttered at the look on your face, and he shifted back closer.

“Don’t be loud.”

You tried. You really did. You choked down your moan, but it still bounced for a few precious seconds before Chris removed his hand from your clit and slapped his hand across your mouth. Soft keens of his name filled his palm while he let you fuck down on his fingers as slick spilled over him. Another knock cut you short, and Chris looked toward the door.

He pulled away from you, wiping his hand on his jeans. You scrambled to pull up your pants as Chris opened the door. You turned to try and hide the obvious motions of zipping yourself up and securing your button as Leon walked in. In his hand was some sort of tray.

“Glad you could make it,” Chris said as he stepped into the kitchen, trying to take Leon’s eyes off of you. You were grateful for it when Leon swiveled to look at him.

“Yeah, thanks for having me.” Leon set down the tray, tearing off the plastic bag that covered it. “I know you both said I didn’t have to bring anything, but I figured I would anyway.”

You finished straightening your clothes, and you stood from the couch. There was a slight wet spot from where you’d leaked, and you panicked. You grabbed one of Chris’ shirts discarded on the floor, and you tossed it across the cushion to cover it. Chris was popping open the plastic on the tray.

“Really, you didn’t need to,” you said as you walked over. Meat and cheese. Simple. You grabbed a slice of pepperoni and popped it into your mouth. “I didn’t bring anything.”

“Yeah, what gives?” Chris teased. “The rookie’s already done more for me, and you practically live here.”

You shot a look at Chris. You weren’t sure what his plan was with that line, but Leon raised a brow. Maybe he was just trying to get the kid’s interest. Maybe he was being too Chris again. You grabbed another pepperoni and chewed on it in annoyance.

“You guys are pretty close,” Leon said. Chris walked over to the fridge, and his fingers curled around a can of soda. He tossed it to Leon who caught it easily.

“I guess so,” you said; it was Chris’ turn to fire a look your way. You gave the subtlest shake of your head, and Chris tilted his head away, the upset look on his face as clear as day. You felt a pang of regret, but this was his fault, you told yourself. If he was feeling something more–

“How long have you been at the department?” Leon asked, oblivious.

“Four years. I got out of the army after my mandatory four years, and I ended up in S.T.A.R.S. the same year, when I was 22.”

“I joined up a year after. Right when I was discharged from the Air Force.” Chris tossed a can of soda to you with a little more force than necessary. You caught it close to your chest and popped it open. Chris grabbed his own, and the three of you leaned in various spots around the kitchen island. You all picked at the snack tray Leon had brought, chatting idly.

Eventually, you were the one to gently coax everyone back toward the living room. You pointed at the tray and crooked your finger, encouraging someone to grab it and bring it with. Chris obeyed, and you smiled at him. He returned it weakly. Another twist in your gut full of the apology you wished you could give him right now.

You plopped down onto the couch, and Leon settled in softly beside you. Chris laid down the tray, and he crossed in front of you both to sit on the opposite side of Leon. You leaned back, and you threw your arm across the back of the couch. Chris did the same, and your hands touched gently behind Leon’s head. You looked over at him; you hoped the way your knuckles brushed together was enough to let him know you were sorry.

Chris looked at you. His eyes went soft, and he nodded.

“So, Leon,” you started. He looked over at you, and you inhaled. He was even prettier in the low light of Chris’ apartment. “You bring a girlfriend with you to Raccoon City?”

“Or a boyfriend?” Chris added nonchalantly.

“No.” Leon sighed. He hunched forward to set down his soda, and when he leaned back, his head tipped to rest on the back of the couch. He bumped against your hand, and you took the opportunity to run your fingers through his hair. Leon looked a little surprised; his eyes flickered, and he glanced over at you, but your casual demeanor seemed to soothe him. “No, I–technically, I almost did. But she didn’t want to move and I did.”

“Shit, I’m sorry,” Chris said. He, too, leaned up to set his soda aside. You’d finished yours just a few moments ago. “Was it just too far?”

“I don’t even know.” Leon threw his hands up before letting them fall into his lap. They folded together, and Leon pushed his thumb into his palm. “She knew I wanted this, knew how badly I wanted this assignment. And I was fully prepared to take that step to move in but it didn’t matter.”

“Was that right before you left?” you asked. You twirled a lock of blonde hair around your finger before letting it fall. Your hand pushed his bangs out of his face. Leon’s eyelids fluttered slightly. You noticed that Chris had laid a reassuring hand on his knee.

“A little bit before that. So a few weeks ago.” Leon tilted his head to look at you. “It still sucks sometimes.” You nodded. “But it’s helped–you know, working. Doing what I love.”

“Is it everything you imagined?”

“Not exactly.” A wry smile. “It’s a lot more–”

“Clerical, right?” Chris supplied. His hand squeezed at Leon’s leg gently.

“Yeah!” Leon grinned, tilting his head now to the other side to look at Chris. “They don’t tell you about all the shit you’ll be filing.” You both laughed, and Leon’s tooth glinted in the light. A rumble of thunder rolled outside. The ever-reliable rain of Raccoon City was rolling in for the evening. There was a long moment of silence while you combed through Leon’s hair. Chris had shifted a little closer so he was pressed flush to Leon’s side as you all watched the tv with no real interest.

“Can I ask something?” Leon’s voice was soft, and he kept his eyes forward.

“Hm?” you hummed.

“Why did you guys really invite me here?”

The question sent a shock through the air. You exchanged a look with Chris, who took over with cautious words, “What do you mean?”

“This just feels–” Leon gestured between the three of you. “Like there’s something going on.”

You drew your hand away from his hair. Leon turned to watch your slow movements, and you cleared your throat. Your lips parted as your tongue touched the roof of your mouth; your breath came quicker. “Look, rookie, you’re cute.” You came out with it, as tender as a rusted nail, and you sighed. “Chris and I–”

“Are together. I know.”

“What? No, it’s–” Complicated. That much you knew. But you didn’t need to elaborate on it. Chris, blessedly, didn’t question you. “We fool around.”

“We wanted to see if you did, too.”

“All three of us.” Leon mulled it over. The way his eyes widened showed how nervous he was at the concept; however, the way he pulled at his jeans, shoved his hips forward to hide his erection, betrayed the excitement in his blood.

“Yeah. Is that okay?” Chris asked. The hand on Leon’s thigh rode up a little higher.

“I just–I don’t know exactly how it would work.”

“Don’t worry about it.” You slid up onto your knees, shuffling closer to Leon. “We’ll take care of you.”

“Okay.”

A slow pause as your fingers dragged down across his cheek. “Can we kiss you?”

Leon nodded.

You dove down and caught the rookie’s lips. He parted for you almost in an instant, and you purred softly as your tongue entered his mouth. Chris moved on his other side, and you saw that dark swath of hair as he dipped to kiss the exposed skin of Leon’s neck.

Your hand met Chris’ on Leon’s chest. You were both wandering, exploring your newest addition in earnest. You smiled when you felt Chris brush affectionately over you before resuming his exploration. Leon moaned into your mouth, and you broke away. Spit connected you both, but Chris broke the string when he gripped Leon’s chin between his thumb and forefinger, guiding him to the other side to take his own taste.

You watched them kiss while your palm raced over Leon’s lean stomach. Your palm eventually found the bulge in his pants, and you pushed down. Leon’s hips bucked up to meet you, and you smiled. You kept pressing your hand into him while your other hand reached up and fisted in the back of his hair.

When Chris broke away, you tugged Leon back until he was forced to stare at the ceiling. You leaned over Leon to lick at Chris’ lips before meeting him in a warm kiss. You mumbled into him, “This is okay?”

Chris nodded, murmuring back, “As long as you’re still staying the night.” As long as I get you to myself he meant.

“I am.” You will.

Chris broke from you, and your eyes met. The lamplight turned his brown irises nearly yellow, and you thought he never looked more beautiful. “Good.”

In sync, just as you always were, you turned your attention back to Leon. You shifted so you were prostrate in his lap; Chris moved to mirror your position, and you managed to get Leon’s cock out of his jeans. Underwear shoved down, you exposed him totally. Chris reached out and gripped Leon’s shaft, making a few slow strokes while one of your hands cupped his balls in your hand.

“Holy shit,” Leon breathed out. He looked down, eyes half-closed, and you saw the blush across his entire face. “I’m dreaming. I have to be.”

Chris laughed, and you rolled your eyes. You slipped forward and lapped your tongue over Leon’s cock. You licked up the few drops of pre-come that had beaded against his slit. Chris kept pumping slowly, and you winked up at him. When you did, Chris groaned. He leaned close to touch his tongue to yours. You twined in opposite directions over Leon’s head, meeting in the middle before darting away again. It was the most arousing thing you’d ever done, and the pulsing of your clit proved that.

“Oh, god. Careful. Please.” A warning in his voice. An unspoken worry that he’d come too fast.

“What? Can’t go for more than one round, rookie?” Chris teased him. He laved his tongue in a long lick up the length of Leon’s cock. You replaced Chris’ mouth by sucking him into your mouth for just a moment.

It was like the thought hadn’t occurred to Leon. And when it did, the tension in his body seemed to relax. The worry about ruining things seemed to bleed out, and you felt his dick twitch against the two of you. You squeezed his balls, rolling them between your fingers. Chris nuzzled your cheek while you gently suckled Leon, breathing hot over your skin, and you peeked up at him.

“You’re so pretty,” Chris breathed. “I love watching you suck cock. And Leon’s looks good in your mouth.”

You hummed around the rookie before slipping off with a gasp. “Wanna taste him.”

“You heard the boss, Leon.” Chris leaned up to Leon. “Come on.” His hand cupped Leon’s cheek gently, thumb swiping over his bottom lip before dipping inside his mouth. “Come for us.”

Leon whimpered softly as your mouth sank down around him again; you took him deep, and it only took a few wet licks as you hollowd your cheeks to bring him exactly where you wanted him. Leon cried out, head thrown back, and his hips jumped up to fuck against your tongue. Come coated your mouth, pooling near the front of your mouth. You held it there as he finished pumping each rope, sticky and warm, making you dizzy on the heavy taste. You were careful to keep it all in your mouth as you sat up. You stuck your tongue out to show it off, and Chris moved swiftly to share in the taste.

The two of you kissed in front of Leon’s bewildered face, gently pushing Leon’s load into Chris’ mouth. Your tongues danced together, sloppy, thick with the rookie’s mess, and you moaned. Your hips were grinding against nothing, and Leon was stringing curses together as he watched with awe.

A hand, gentle and unsure, reached out to grip at your waist. You were tugged closer to Leon, breaking your kiss with Chris who watched with longing as you were guided toward him.

“You are so pretty,” Leon breathed before smoothing a hand through your hair. He kissed you with a little too much adoration. Though, you supposed you couldn’t blame him. Not entirely. Chris wiped at his mouth, and he let out a quiet huff as he reached for the other side of your waist.

“Relax, Chris,” you breathed, turning away from Leon. The rookie hesitated, casting his gaze between you both. “It’s about the rookie right now.”

“I know, I know.” But he still wasn’t happy. There was a slight grimace on his face. “Sorry.”

“Make it up to Leon,” you ordered. Chris hummed, and he smiled softly. He hated to disappoint you.

“Sorry, Leon.” Chris found Leon’s soft cock, still wet with spit, and he slicked his palm across his shaft.

“It’s–oh god–it’s okay.” Leon flushed something fierce, and his chest heaved as his cock started to stiffen again. You watched as you started to unbutton Leon’s shirt. Each one revealed more of his smooth, toned chest. Excitement made you clumsy, and you accidentally tore one of the looser buttons clean off.

“Fuck–I’ll fix it,” you promised. Leon let out the softest chuckle; it was breathless, and you grinned. It was the most relaxed he’d been so far. He was starting to really lean into the attention he was getting, despite the fact that your palm could feel how his pulse was hammering in his body. “Leon, can Chris fuck you?”

That made his heart beat even quicker. You pet over his torso in a soothing motion. Chris slowed his strokes to give Leon time to think. “I–shit, uh, yeah. Yeah, that’d be–” Leon puffed his cheeks out before blowing it out in a sigh of astonishment at how bold you were being. “I’d like that.”

Chris licked his lips. He jutted his chin toward you. “You know where…?”

“Yeah, I do.” You scrambled away, and you padded through the house, losing your clothing as you went. You were almost giddy, a bounce in your step as you entered Chris’ messy bedroom. You rifled through the side table and found a bottle of lube.

You paused as you started to leave. Your eyes were drawn to Chris’ polaroid camera, and you grabbed it as well. You darted back through the halls, and when you returned to the living room, your knees nearly gave out at the sight.

Leon was laid back; Chris was between his thighs, tongue lapping steadily at Leon’s hole. His cock was twitching against his belly, and you wanted nothing more than to be between them. Instead, though, you took slow steps toward them, setting the camera and lube on the coffee table.

“Look at you,” you murmured, sitting down beside Leon’s head. His eyes flew open when he felt the couch dip, and your hand carded through his hair. “Fuck, you’re so cute.” You turned your head to watch Chris continue to lap him gently; one hand fisted his cock and was stroking in time with his licks.

Leon tilted his head toward you, lips parting in a whine, and he reached up for you. You dipped lower to kiss his lips, twisting awkwardly, but it didn’t matter as you swallowed the moan that fell from his mouth.

Chris raised his head up from between Leon’s legs, and he saw where you’d set the lube. He curled his fingers around it, then he saw the polaroid. His fingers hesitated, but he continued and pulled the lube back to himself. He clicked it open and slicked up two fingers.

Leon jumped abruptly. You both looked down as Chris started to press a finger to his opening. You shifted until Leon’s head was resting in your lap.

“Goddamn, easy, rookie. You’re too tight,” Chris rumbled. He kissed along the inside of Leon’s thigh. “Relax for me.”

You hummed, running your hands through Leon’s hair. “Need something else to focus on?” you teased.

But Leon was deadly serious. “Yeah. Yeah, please. Let me eat your pussy. Please.”

“You teach him that while I was gone?” you asked Chris as you adjusted again. You laid Leon’s head back against the cushions, and you hovered above his mouth.

“Nope,” Chris teased back. “He’s just a good boy like that. Right, Leon?”

A moan blew from his lips and fanned over your soaked cunt. His hands hooked into your thighs, and you let Leon pull you down to his mouth. Long, languid licks dragged up the entirety of your cunt. You sighed, chin tucking to your chest, and you started to grind your hips gently into his tongue.

“There he goes.” Chris sank a finger into Leon’s ass; Leon’s cock twitched, and you saw pre-come puddle against his belly. “That’s it.”

“Good boy,” you praised again. “That’s right. Let yourself go, sweetheart.” Your hands planted on his chest. Chris watched with lust in his eyes as Leon’s tongue peeked out, slipping over your clit. You whimpered low in your throat.

Chris pressed another finger inside. He started to thrust slowly, stretching Leon with care; he purred, “Fuck, can’t wait to feel you on my cock.” Another twitch. “Pretty boy like you takes it really well, I bet.”

“Oh, I know he does,” you agreed. “Is he ready for it yet?”

“Quit drowning him and let’s find out.”

You giggled softly; Chris grinned at the sound, and you lifted your hips up. Leon barely breathed out a fuck yes before dragging you back to his face. Chris bit down on his lip and pulled his fingers free from the vice of Leon’s hole.

You watched Chris wet his thick cock with lube. You were suddenly grateful you were staying the night. There was something that glittered in your own chest. The broken glass bite of jealousy as Chris slid himself into Leon and groaned. You pushed it down, and, instead, you reached for the polaroid. You pointed it toward where Chris was rutting into Leon, and you clicked. The flash caught Chris’ attention, and he licked his lips, shaking his head at you while a smile pulled across his face.

You plucked the photo from the end of the camera and started to shake, hardly able to focus with the way Leon was suckling your clit into his mouth. You fucked down, humping his face like you’d never get a chance to again. Once you saw the film start to develop, you tossed it aside with the camera. You leaned forward, giving Leon more access to your cunt, but also seeking Chris.

“Come here,” you begged softly.

Chris leaned forward and kissed you. It was everything you needed. A reassurance that this was the man you started with, the one you’d end with. You tipped your head, mouth opening, and Chris tangled your tongue together. Chris’ brows pinched together, and your hands grabbed at his shoulders.

“Fuck,” you moaned into his mouth. “Gonna come.”

“Come on his face. He’ll look so handsome all wet from you.” Chris gripped Leon’s hips, pulling him into each thrust of his hips. You bucked down into Leon’s mouth a few more times.

“Leon–ah. Harder, rookie. Come on. None of that boyscout shit right now.”

Leon obeyed. He squeezed you closer until you weren’t certain he could breathe. He sucked you harder, tossing his caution to the wind, and you came. Chris kissed away the sob that was ripped from your throat, and your thighs trembled around Leon’s head. You lifted away from him, too overstimulated to let him keep going. Leon panted softly; his breaths billowed over your spasming cunt, and he licked up the juices that dripped from you onto his lips.

“God, I’ve got to thank him.”

“You sure do.”

You crawled up his body. Chris rocked back to give you space, and you found his cock; you took him into your cunt despite the way it almost burned from your orgasm. You took him inside, and Chris kept rocking. You moved on opposing thrusts. Chris went in, you slid up; Chris drew back, you slipped down. The whole time, Chris had his face buried in your neck.

“Oh, god, oh goddammit,” Leon cried. “I can’t. It’s too much. Holy shit. I’m gonna–I’m so–”

“That’s it, baby.” You looked over your shoulder. “You wanna come inside me? Can Chris come in you?”

“Yes, yeah–shit, please.”

Chris growled into your skin, and you hummed. “Gonna remind you later who that belongs to.”

“I know.”

Chris fucked into Leon with renewed vigor, a touch frustrated with how easily you were just letting Leon have what so rightfully was his. You pet a gentle hand through Chris’ hair as you heard the rookie cry out again; cock twitching against your walls, you felt come soak you, warm as it flooded your cunt. Leon must have squeezed tight around Chris, because it didn’t take long for him to peak. Chris pressed his hips flush and emptied himself into Leon.

The three of you went still save for your heaving breaths. You were the first to move, slipping off Leon. You went to Chris’ bathroom and found a half-empty plastic sleeve of wet wipes. You grabbed them and toted them back to the living room where you found Chris sitting up, and Leon positively trembling as he laid there.

You ripped out a wet wipe and settled between Chris and Leon to clean the rookie with a soft touch. You swiped away the come leaking from his hole, balling up the wet wipe, before retrieving another and wiping his cock clean.

Chris took a wipe of his own, cleaning himself slowly. You spread your legs and used a clean space to soak up Leon’s come. You took them all and tossed them away. Chris followed you until he reached the kitchen, gathering bottles of water in his arms that he distributed to each of you.

In total silence, you all nursed your bottles while you watched the tv. Things weren’t awkward, not by a long shot, but there was something hovering in the space above you. A sword of Damocles, waiting to drop, and you hated it.

“So, do I leave?” Leon asked cautiously as he sat up finally.

“Do you want to?” Chris looked over at him.

“No. Not really.” Leon looked shy as he admitted it. “This was–” He cleared his throat. “I liked this. I like you guys.”

Your eyes met Chris’, and you both spoke without saying a word.

It was supposed to be me and you.

It still can be. You raised your eyebrow and tilted downward. Let him sleep on the couch.

“Stay, then.” Chris was a little softer now. You smiled, and your arm wound around Leon’s shoulders. You tugged the rookie closer, and you kissed his temple.

“I’m gonna go shower,” you said, standing up.

“Let me get you a towel.”

You knew where the towels were. But Chris stood, and you knew it was a way for you to talk. The two of you made your way into the bedroom, and he closed the door.

“What the fuck is going on, Chris?”

“I keep trying to tell you–” Chris scrubbed his palms over his face. “I care about you. A lot. And I should have told you before the kid came over, but I–” Chris swallowed heavily, throat bobbing. “I’m fine with him. But at the end of the day, I want to know it’s us. I want you to myself.”

“That’s not what we agreed on,” you said, voice low and thin.

“I know. I fucked up.”

“Can we talk about this after Leon goes home? He’s sweet. I like him. I don’t want to scare him off.”

A pang of disappointment in Chris’ face. You didn’t know what you wanted to say. The words were trying to bubble on your tongue, trying to rush out in a desperate bid of rationalizing it all. But you wouldn’t do this. Not in front of Leon. Not tonight.

“Alright.”

Chris stepped closer, and he kissed your cheek. “I’ll see you outside.”

You stood naked in the bedroom as Chris left. Outside, you could hear Leon’s voice sparkle through the space. He was good for you. For both of you. You weren’t sure what you needed from either of them, and it only brought shivers to your spine.

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I'm a sucker for bully Leon

Wicked Game

Bully!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, dirty talk, bully Leon (he's nicer in this one), perv Leon, bratty reader, bullying (obviously), begging, oral (f) mention, slight dub-con (reader is secretly into it), cheating, leon gets drunk hes REALLY thristy in this one

“No fucking way.” Leon’s smirk stretched his lips into a full blown grin when he spotted you. You had been avoiding him. So why are you back at the bar, princess?

Title from the song Wicked Game by Chris Isaak (*totally reccomend listening to the song here)

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 of the Topless series

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“No fucking way.”

Leon’s smirk stretched his lips into a full blown grin when he spotted you. The crowd was unusually dense on the dark little dance floor of the bar. You were a smart cookie that’s for sure, going private on social media, springing out of your seat as soon as the professor said class dismissed. Leon was starting to get the feeling that maybe, just maybe, there were some hard feelings about what happened in the bathroom stall. You never stepped foot back in that club in fact, you left without a word. Not the only thing you left without that night. Besides your dignity, you forgot something else too. He fished his wallet out of his pocket, fingers slowly curled around the little plastic card wedged between his daddy’s credit card and an XL condom he was never going to use. 

Your ID card. He’d got it from the bartender, who figured you'd be missing it eventually, with the promise to return it to you. It'd be so so tedious to have to go about replacing it. Stuck in dmv hell, waiting in line for hours? Bummer. Your face Leon imagined when you had realized it was missing, ugh, he’d pay real money just to get a picture of it.. All wide eyed, panicked. Just how he liked you. He could pop a boner just from that. That and maybe a picture of your tits.

And now here you stand, in this smaller, shittier bar halfway across town. That old club was pretentious anyway, too close to campus so it was usually brimming with college kids. But not this bar. This was a locals bar, with grumpy middle aged regulars who came in at 10 am. Bikers and golf dads coexisted in harmony here. The barkeep was also the owner, he’d offer you free popcorn if you got too drunk. 

The music from the dancefloor drifted to Leon’s barstool. The crowd of bodies surged and blew hot air. There was a jukebox, pool tables, darts, a coke shelf in the bathroom. It was great. Leon sat on a barstool, four asses down from a rowdy group of middle aged men. They raised their double shots of tequila in the air. One for a finalized divorce and another for scoring a new (albeit younger) girlfriend soon after said divorce. Leon snickered, lifting his empty cup with them. They tossed back liquid gold as Girl, You’ll be a Woman Soon kicked on to the jukebox. Sucking on limes they whooped and cheered. 

Leon didn’t have to look to see where their eyes had drifted. Your hips knew the song before you did, oblivious to the heavy stares. Leon’s fist squeezed his sweating glass. He wanted to grab those hips while you were on top of him, help you ride his cock like a goddamn mechanical bull, sweat pouring down the back of your thighs, screaming his- 

“Care for some popcorn, son? It’s on the house.”

Leon is already pushing his stack of empty glasses away, cutting through the crowd like a hunter’s machete in a jungle. That jungle being broads old enough to be his mother, and mothers hot enough they could make him a daddy. His pulse was pounding slow and hard in his ears. He was a man on a mission, stumbling through the crowd. Brain running half a thought and a whole lot of alcohol. Leon was going to ruin your night. Again.

He adjusted his already half chubbed cock in his pants,lurked in the crowd. He saw a double of you, shaking your ass with your arms thrown over your head. Moving to the music, while some guy behind you had his hands on your waist. Standing there like a jackass with a stiffy against your back, practically moaning into your hair from the way you rolled your hips. What a loser, Leon scoffed as he shouldered the poor sap aside and did the exact same thing. You didn’t even notice the switch as the next contestant stepped up, his large hands snaked around to grip fat of your hips. Pushing you around like warm wet clay, moving you with the music with his own hips. Dancing you on him, how you wanted to be danced with. Stupid thing you are probably wondering for a half second how the mystery guy behind you could step away and come back a second later with the balls to actually dance with you. Leon wanted to laugh, but then the jig would be over all too soon.

You felt the absence of the man panting like a dog into your hair instantly, replaced with self assured hands. They pulled you back with ease into a wall of plush muscle, You fit together like puzzle pieces. The thickening cock against your lower back, the smell of the leather jacket and cologne the man wore made you groan. You thought he was hard before, it felt thicker, longer against the curve of your ass. But somehow softer? Was there an opposite of a grower you didn’t know about, small when hard, hung when soft. The room was dark, but you danced with your eyes closed because it made your drunk head spin in the best way. 

It felt good, especially after the hell you went through all week. The world had swallowed up your ID, and couldn't find it anywhere. Then your vibrator died, never to bzztt! again. You laid her to rest in a shoe box under your bed. Nearly gave yourself a carpal tunnel to pick up her slack. And last but not least, you swear that prick’s jizz made your face breakout. 

Leon could see your previous dance partner giving him stink eye, but he could care less.You lolled your head against his shoulder while he manipulated your body like a dolly. Slowly swaying, leading your oblivious drunk ass around, his hands slid around your body. Wrapping you up in big arms, you had let out a string of heavier breaths, hooking your hand over the back of his neck to play with the fine hair there. 

“Guess who...” he whispered, disguising his voice in a deeper timbre..

Your eyes fluttered open, his fingers dragging up your ribs. Cupping your breasts. His thumbs smoothed over your hard nipples, they already were pebbled inside your dress. You whined softly, smelling the alcohol on the man’s breath. He yanked your hips back, flush against him.

“...princess.”

…wait, what? Your eyes shot open, you may have pulled a muscle with how fast your head whipped around. Your bully, you were face to face with who you’d been grinding up on the entire time. You didn’t know if the divorced dad rock playing in the background made it more mortifying or not. Leon didn’t let go of you, he grinned like a madman, you gave him the exact reaction he wanted. You tried to jump away, you’d never live it down. Humiliation burned in your skin, Leon snorted a laugh. “Guess you didn’t know it was me, did you?”

“Eewwww!” you squealed like a pig, your face screwing up tight. Ah there it was, mhm, good mood ruined. Leon groaned under his breath. You smacked his arm hard as he giggled when he had made you cringe. “You were totally grinding on me!”

“Ewww! You were totally liking it. Dancing with a guy you didn’t even know. getting all hot and bothered, tch.” Leon mimicked back at you, still mechanically pushing your hips to get them to give him what he wanted. Like you were a jammed vending machine. Hell no.”I think you wanted me to keep going? You seemed to like these hands on your hips a second ago.”

“Oh, shut up.” you gripped his hands to pry his fingers off, with a scowl. “Says the coward who couldn’t just ask me to dance, do you even know the word ‘please’?”

Leon pouted as you managed to slip away from him, he had sworn he just had you in his grip and suddenly you were a foot away from him trying to dance on your own again. His head felt slower on the uptake than usual, blinking at the empty space between his fingers where you had once been, wondering how you teleported. 

Oh. Oh. hello vodka, old friend, where ya been? Leon felt vodka rear back a fist and pop him in the head. He was drunk. Drunk, drunk. 

“What’s the big deal? I got you to dance with me didn't I? But if you want straightforward, I can do that.” he stepped up behind you again, crowding into your personal space. Leon threw an arm around you dragging you back by your hips, tucking you under his heavy arm. His body heat radiated through his clothes. You could feel him grab a handful of your ass to slot your leg between his. Puzzle pieces once again. His soft cock was heavy against your thigh, but he ground it against you anyway. And true to his word, he definitely wasn’t being subtle about the way he groaned into your neck. “You know what this song is about right? And you’re just dancing away, while all these old fucks look at you.” 

He squeezed your ass cheek. “S’like the song is talking about you, princess. You’ll be a woman soon, you’ll need a man.” he sounded ridiculous, this whole citation was ridiculous. Your nose scrunching up at your bully. You were getting second hand embarrassment, but Leon didn’t seem to care, in fact he kept going. Even with your own breath perfumed with coconut rum, even you weren't that drunk to find this appealing. His groping hands move your body to the sweet notes of the guitar. Leon moved his hand to yours, in his head he imagined you two locked in a steamy tango, faces inches apart. Your leg hiked over his, with a rose between his teeth. But reality was much less steamy and a lot more like everyone was beginning to stare and murmur. Your eyes darted around, your lips in a tight line. You could probably try batting an SOS with your eyelashes in morse code, Now was it dot dot dash? Or maybe 3 dashes, and 6 dots? No no, it was definitely dot dot dot. Then dash-

“I wanna eat that wet little pussy so bad.”

Leon’s forehead pressed into yours, he all but groaned into your mouth. Looking at you through his heavy lashes, blue eyes glassy and sparkling. Not a trace of decorum. You wanted to laugh in his face, you wanted to scoff, smack him, roll your eyes. But something in the pit of your stomach lurched when you saw how serious he looked. With some sick twist in your gut you raised your eyebrows at his horny confession. A sly smile spread over your face.

Time for a little payback?

You searched his eyes quietly with mock interest. He looked so serious, as if he had said it with his whole chest. You gave him nothing in return. No reaction, no wide eyes, and Leon actually whines. His grumpy eyebrows furrowed, crease deepening between them. Was he pouting? Because you weren't saying anything. It sent a surge of heat between your folds. His eyes dropped to his thick thigh between yours, then back up to your face. “I just felt your pussy throb.”

He dove in like a man starved, grabbing the back of your head and pressing heated kisses to your neck. Sucking harshly at the sensitive spot just below your ear. Nipping it with his teeth. Your nerves suddenly prickled with a sharp inhale. “O-oh my god,” you groaned nervously, panic setting in. Leon’s arms squeeze you tighter, before you could even begin to push him away  “You are so drunk.”

“I am so drunk.” he mimicked you again, with a slight snarl, his breathing spiking into heavier breaths. His fingers twisted into the fabric of your dress. Tongue swirling against the column of your throat til you were sure he was leaving marks. “And so horny.” he said between rough kisses. You swallowed hard as you felt him break tiny capillaries beneath your skin. His free hand squeezed your breast. Completely different from the soft brush of his fingers earlier. You squeaked in surprise. “Just know that little cunt is wet for me, bet you taste so good. Wanna taste it.” 

Leon didn’t seem to care about the sea of people around you two in earshot, dancing around you. His husky voice rumbling in his chest, and against yours. Kneading your boob, weighing it in his hand and groping it. “Jeez, you're even drunker than I thought.” 

“Please,” he breathed out, “ I want it so bad, princess.” he tucked his nose into your neck and inhaled your perfume like a bump of coke. Your bully was begging…to eat your pussy. Your mouth went dry. Leon was just so horny and handsy your goosebumps raced over your skin, sobering you. The song had ended. 

“Let’s just calm down.”

“Don’t tell me  to calm down.” He whispered, in a harsh tone. Lust dripping from his pores like sweat. “You wanted straightforward right? Said I was a coward. Well, here I am, even said please. I’ll say it again too, Please, let me bury my face in your cunt.” 

You felt shaken up, and frazzled. Mouth gaping open and closed like a carp. You forced out a laugh, “oho, you are going to feel so silly when you wake up tomorrow and remember this.” you felt like your throat was closing up around a piece of unchewed food. Your cheeks burning hotter and hotter, eyes flitting around the bar. Leon could feel your heart pound against his chest, he wanted to hike your dress up and sloppily make out with your cunt right then and there. To take you apart on his tongue right here on this dancefloor. 

He didn’t even feel the strange looks they were getting. He was so drunk, he was practically drooling and babbling into your skin, spit dripping down his chin. “Mmh, I’m gonna want to eat that cute pussy out tomorrow morning too. I want to wake up with my face buried between those thighs.” 

“Um, what? Leon-”

“You heard what I said.” He was leaning his weight into you, putting uncomfortable pressure on your lower back. Your core muscles trembled under the strain of having to hold him and yourself up. He rubbed his face against your collar bone, burying it in between your breasts. Your pussy was throbbing with how much she wanted attention, slit dragging against the rough material of his jeans. Your clit getting more friction then before. He humped your leg like a dog in heat. You whimpered a moan. You noticed his cock was still soft. “Don’t act like you didn’t hear how much I want to eat your pussy til you cry.” 

Who was this man and what has he done with the Leon you knew? 

“Want that sweet cunt waiting for me in my bed, waiting for me to kiss her all over. Wanna make you feel so good. You can sit on my face, ride my nose, grind that clit on my tongue. Wrap your legs around my head so I can’t get away, fuck- anything, please.”

You were starting to think now was the time to call him a cab. Despite the ache in your swollen bud, and the fact he was about to make you cum on his leg, he was slurring his words, hips rocking. Acting like he was pussydrunk before even getting a taste. His pupils were blown wide with a dark hunger. Leon’s large hands squeezed your hips firm enough you’d find ten tiny bruises later. 

“Woah, woah Leon.” payback be damned, you're not a monster. You pushed against his chest slightly and he bucked his hips, “Look, we’ve haven’t even had s-sex before, let’s, uh, let’s just head back to the dorm. Maybe get you some water, mmh- you want, uh popcorn? I can get you some popcorn?”

“Yet. We haven't had sex yet, princess. But I know you want to. I saw the way you stared at my cock before.” He crowded into your space further, somehow. But his hands began to stroke your hips where he had dug his fingers in. Soothing the welts, his tone turning softer, like he was trying to not be so rough. 

You’d never seen your bully act like this before. Or anyone for that matter. Well, expect that one time your friend went a little overboard and started crying about how pets can’t communicate to their owners. Because, what if they had a tummy ache or a headache?? How would you even know? You wouldn’t. Poor thing, they’d just be sitting there with a migraine listening to your screechy baby talk, boohoo. 

“Let me tell you what we're gonna do. We're gonna go back to my place, and you're gonna blow me.” Leon said with a frustrated huff. You swallowed a lump in your throat, nails digging into his pecs. It’s like he could read your mind from back them, how you had wanted him to slide home into your mouth, feel the weight of him stretch your jaw open. To feel him dump his cum down your throat. 

“Leon, you’re too drunk to even get it up right now, for starters.” you pinched the bridge of your nose, taking a staggering step back. Your hips stuttering, orgasm bubbling up. It felt like he was going to snap your spine under his dead weight. His rubbing was right on that swollen bud, you were going to cum right here, nope- You grunted as your lower back pinched, giving him a hard shove. Patience growing thin. If there was one thing you hated was having to take care of drunk, handsy men. 

“You’ll just have to work your mouth on me a little bit, I’ll get it up.” he nodded decidedly, like he had it all figured out. Doing the math in his head. Finally standing on his own and away from you just in the nick of time. Fingers curling at his sides as if he was resisting the urge to grab you again. He looked deep in thought, he had been feeling his cock fail to get past half mast for the last twelve songs. “Okay, maybe I can’t get it up right now, but my mouth still works.”

You rubbed your temples at his one track mind. He was thinking with his dick, and even his second head wasn’t working properly. “Oh don’t worry, Leon, I’ve definitely noticed that your mouth still works.” you snapped, your eyes giving him a pointed just shut up look. You hooked your hand around his bicep, “come on, whiskey dick.” you grumbled, tugging him away from the dancefloor. You couldn’t stand the weird looks you were getting from the dancers around you. You ducked your head, shielding your face with your hand. Leon on the other hand, had a big dopey grin on his face, letting you drag him away, prodding you in the side, tickling you.

“Mmm, you like that I’m not shutting up about it.” he tease, Leon was nothing if not a whore for attention. He two finger saluted the crowd, throwing up a ‘call me’ hand sign to the woman by the dj who was old enough to be his grandma. The eyes on him made his cock attempt to fill out, twitching in his jeans..* You lead him to the empty part of bar where the pool tables and little arcade was, far away from the crowd. The machines beep and played little electronic jingles. 

You parked his ass near a pool table, “sit. Wait here, okay?” His eyebrows raised, but he sat down on the lip of the table. Leon felt the table immediately tetter and sag under his bulk. You yanked a handful of darts from a board against the wall. You carefully press them into his grasp with a challenge. “Here. Bet you can’t get a bullseye.” 

It was like something clicked in his brain, a cocky smirk back on his lips. “I won’t miss.” God, it was like distracting a dog with treats while it got a shot at the vet. Leon lined up the first dart, for a moment. He turned and looked at you before he threw the dart without a glance at the board. Bullseye. The way your eyes bulged he didn’t even need to check. Leon knew. He took the second. Bullseye again. 

“I think you forgot to struggle there, bud.” you gave him a suspicious look, “You’re surprisingly accurate for someone who's supposed to be drunk out of his mind right now.”

“What can I say? Guess I’m just naturally skilled.” he threw another dart. Bullseye again. You tapped your high heel on the ground irritably. He lined up the final dart, making a big show of pretending he was going to throw it. He pulled his hand back, and-

“I'll let you hit if you make this one.”

The dart lands with a thunk! Off center, not exactly a bullseye. Leon’s shoulders sag, blinking at his mistake. You watch his expression morph into a sour look, he crosses to the dart board, squint at the missed bullseye. Missed by a hair. He yanks the darts out of the board one by one, grumbling. You take his seat on the pool table green. 

“Aw, someone looks disappointed.” you cross your legs, using a baby voice to mock him. 

Leon cracks a smile, he actually laughs at your teasing him. You look a little relieved, your distraction seemed to have helped him a little. His eyes aren't dark with lust, and he hasn’t said the word pussy in at least fifteen minutes.

“Wanna know something funny? I’m actually drunker than I was ten minutes ago.” he says proudly, like he’d accomplished something just by getting more smashed. 

“You know what else is funny? I’m not even buzzed, you cupped your hand around your mouth, pretending to wave at the bartender. ”I think, whiskey dick over here needs some water.” 

“Water isn’t any fun.” Leon smiles, he leaned down, putting both hands on either side of you on the pool table. Boxing you in. He was nearly straddling your legs. “I know just what you need though, what you deserve,” You can feel your heart skip a beat, his tone wipes that look off your face. He grabs your chin, tilting your head up. “Is that cute little pussy eaten out til you cry.”

“Are you always this eager to eat pussy?” you shrink away, an uneasy laugh, trying to sound casual. You shift back slightly on the pool table green, your hand smacking one of the balls into a cluster of them. Making solid clicking noises behind you as they collided with each other. Leon laughs, tone turning to his usual cocky lilt. 

“I can’t believe you just moved my balls like that.” he cocked an eyebrow, dripping with insinuation.

You snort an unexpected laugh, darting your face away to cover the real laugh that just left your mouth. Your shoulder bouncing with repressed giggles. “Oh, oops, m’sorry.” you swing your legs gently as they hang off the table. “Not like you were gonna use them anyway.”

“Ouch.” he ducked his head to one of the marks he had sucked onto your neck, that you'll probably be mad about later. He nibbles into your sensitive skin. Your shoulders hike up by your ears. 

“That tickles-” you gasp out, your warm cheeks say otherwise. Leon pulled back, eyes locked onto yours before he takes a chance, going in for a kiss. He seems to hesitate between chaste and real kiss at first. Before he’s putting his weight into it, his eyes slipping closed. His hand cups the back of your head, thumb running over the apple of your cheek. Your back is straight as an arrow, his lips are surprisingly soft, plush. Leon tastes like cigarettes,  your mouth goes slack. The first time he’d kissed you, he had his hand around your throat. This felt different. 

Leon felt it too, because he retreated slowly, like he didn’t really want to stop. He cleared his throat, straightening up and away from you. 

“I didn’t think I had it in me to kiss that softly, definitely have never done that before.” he rubbed the back of his neck. Looking confused at himself, His blue eyes flitted back to you like he wanted to lean in and do it all over again. Meanwhile you felt like you were being waterboarded. You gasped, eyes going wide in a completely delayed response. 

“W-well never do it again.” you hopped off the pool table, smacking your cheeks. Trying to get some sense in your brain, it felt like your heart was hammering in your chest. You swipe at your mouth with the back of your hand. “I think it’s time for me to go home.”

Leon’s small smile drops, his brows knit together. That softer side of him snapping closed like a clam. He recovered with a defensive scoff, he didn’t think after all you two had done a little kiss would be such a big deal. It was a huge deal He stamped down the part of himself that felt slightly hurt down deep. Leon crossed his arms, “it was just a little kiss, don’t be stupid. It’s not like I’m getting you pregnant, princess.”

“I have a boyfriend.” 

He got that look back in his eyes when he heard that. That look he gave when he wanted to bully you, that look that meant you arent going anywhere. He wasn’t done with you yet. Leon grabbed your arm. “Your boyfriend isn’t here, and I don’t see why a stupid little kiss should would set you off like this.” he heaved a sigh, sounding annoyed. His grip on your wrist was surprisingly gentle for someone usually so rough. Leon didn’t yank or tug. He just held it. “Please, don’t leave.” 

There it was again. The p-word. You’d never heard him say it until today. Until you’d brought it up earlier. You felt your heart was being quartered and drawn. You took your arm back.

“I know you like to bully me, and make fun of me or whatever it is you do. But this,” you made a vague gesture, voice level. You wrung your hands, looking at the floor. “This is going too far, okay? I’m not here to kiss you or hang out or any of that other stuff. You're my bully, for god’s sake, and i have a boyfriend-”

“Do you always have to be so dramatic?” Leon shut you down, rolling his eyes. “One stupid little kiss and now you can’t even look me in the eye? That's really some bullshit, you know that?” He ran his hair through his hair, hissing out a breath. Maybe he was drunk, maybe that's why the next words out of his mouth were something you’d never expect him to say. “Look, okay, I'm sorry…for kissing you. I got carried away.'' He didn’t even mention the other times he got ‘carried away’ like the club bathroom…and the hallway…and the first day of the semester… it sounded like pulling teeth, like he wasn’t actually sorry for all the trouble he caused. You could hear the attitude in it. It only sounded like he meant half of it. He sounded like a child.``now are you gonna hang out with me or are you gonna leave?”

You turn to walk away, only making it to the bar before he’s calling after you. But he barks a laugh, chasing after you like always. He whines,“Where ya goin’ princess?”

“Home. I don’t want to hang out with you. I just want to go home.” 

“We literally live in the same dorm building, you realize that right?” he snorted, “even if you leave now, I’m going the same way home.”

“You sound like a creep, I’ll have you know.” 

“Come on, after that great kiss, I think you ought to buy me a drink.”

“I think you’ve had enough.” you shoot back, god your feet were killing you, the strappy high heels digging into your ankles. Leon scoops you up under the armpits, dumping you on a barstool and sliding into the one next to you with a look of triumph. It’s only when you're off your feet the pain really sets in, your toes are pinches, a blister brewing. Your arch feels stiff as a cadaver. Leon orders you a drink, and you reach down to check the damage. 

He grabs your ankle, propping your foot up on knee. You hiss, even though he was being uncharacteristically gentle, it’s a little jarring. “Watch it! Jeez, what are you a caveman?” He ignores you in favor of popping your shoe off your foot, setting your pump neatly down on the ground. WHile he pulls your foot into his lap, his fingers and thumbs working to take the soreness out of your foot. Leon is staring at your face the entire time. 

It’s almost unfair how good it feels. Your eyes ping pong from the floor, to your foot in his hands, his face, your new drink on the bar top. You rest your chin on your palm, leaning resigned on the bar top. 

“So…I noticed you’ve hardly been calling me princess all night. What’s up with that?” you laugh but the words fall flat.

“Are you complaining? Do you want me to call you princess again or something?” he chuckled softly. He ran the heel of his hand up and down the arch of your foot. His hands were so warm. “I mean, you can always just call me daddy from now on, ill allow it.”

You scrunched up your nose. “Gross, absolutely not…” had you said that too defensively? Nah the daddy thing was not your cup of tea…unless? No, no! get it together, girl. “You know what I meant.”

“I know, I know, I’m just messing with you, princess.” 

You sip meekly at your sweating glass of vodka cranberry. These are probably what got Leon so drunk earlier, they tasted like pure candy. You turned your face away as he said the nickname. Leon caught the hint of a smile on your lips. He lifted your other foot now, pulling it off slow. “Why do girls wear these things anyway? Just like the way your legs look in them or?”

“They're just shoes, Leon.” You bit your lip as he dug his thumbs into the sole of your other foot. Letting out a little breath of relief.

“Mhm, I know they're just shoes, princess. I was just saying, don’t they feel better off?”

He tucks your second shoe with its sister and works hard at the tension in that problem area. You were seeing a lot of sides of Leon tonight. It was like he’d flipped off the bully part of his brain and somehow decided to care about your comfort. Even your boyfriend didn’t do this for you and Leon was here doing it in public at a bar. “Uh huh, I think they're going back to the store after tonight, I think I got the wrong size or something. I need to return a few things to the mall anyway.” you mentioned off handedly, the sweet vodka and cranberry washing easy over your tongue. You started to roll and stretch the ankle in Leon’s lap. He looked down at your poor foot. 

He seemed to consider something for a few beats before he nodded. The mall hmm…

He patted your foot, with a smirk.

“Yeah, probably for the best.” 

You lull into a quiet conversation.

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