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2 months ago, your mother hired a babysitter to watch your little brother while she worked, since you were to busy with school.
Some kid around your age, 20’s, blonde/brown hair and blue eyes. Leon Kennedy.
He was good with your brother, great even. But the two of you? You clashed. You found him to be cocky and entitled, and Leon thought you were bratty and spoiled. While he was sweet with your brother, his demeanor completely changed around you. He was a complete asshole.
As always, he had just put your brother to bed. As he made his way down the stairs and into the living room, hoping to relax on the couch, his eyes landed on you. Sprawled out on the couch, presumably drunk from the party you were at not to long ago.
“You’re drunk,” Leon stated with a groan, not hiding the bitterness in his tone. “Shouldn’t you go to bed? I’m sure your drunk ass is gonna have a killer hangover in the morning.”
You giggle, drunken hiccups parting your lips. It’s quiet as you stare up at him. Grinning, you lean deeper into the couch.
“Hi, Leon,” you drawl, giggling mindlessly.
What he thought was a state of tipsy, of slight drunkenness was a lot worse. You were at least three drinks deep. But, at least you came home before it got worse.
“You’re so..” you trail off, hiccuping as you giggle.
"So what?" Leon asks bluntly, crossing his arms over his broad chest.
His blue eyes narrow slightly as he looks down at you sprawled out on the couch.
"And don't 'hi' me like that when you're wasted. It's unbecoming."
He lets out a heavy sigh, clearly exasperated.
“Look, I know you're having fun but you need to slow down. You're going to end up passed out somewhere if you keep this up."
Leon's voice is firm but there's a hint of concern beneath the surface. Despite your differences, he does care about you...in his own way.
"Come on, let's get you to bed," he says, reaching out to help hoist you up from the couch.
His strong hands grip your upper arms firmly as he tries to guide you towards the stairs.
You wrap your arms around him instantly.
“Sorry, Leon,” you whine, practically dead weight as he lifts you. “Sorry.”
The sentiment is repeated as you stare up at him. It’s hard for you to focus, vision blurred by alcohol, but you still keep your eyes facing him.
They’re wide, almost puppy-like, and he feels a pang of sympathy.
“Are you mad?”
Your brows furrow slightly as you try to concentrate. You try to make out his expression but can’t. Leaning closer to him, you hiccup.
“You’re always mad.”
Leon grunts under your added weight, not exactly thrilled about carrying you up the stairs.
“I'm not mad. Just...frustrated," he corrects, his tone a mix of annoyance and exasperation.
As you lean in closer, your breath reeks of booze, making his nose wrinkle in distaste.
"You're lucky I'm here to take care of you instead of some other schmuck who'd leave you to pass out wherever," he mutters, starting to climb the stairs with you draped over his arm.
Despite his harsh words, Leon makes sure to hold you securely, careful not to drop you. He knows all too well how easy it is for someone in your condition to get hurt. Once they reach the top, he navigates to your bedroom and gently deposits you onto the mattress.
"There, happy now?"
You nod slowly, your head lolling to the side as you blink up at him. The room spins a bit as you lay there, feeling rather woozy.
"Yeah..." you mumble, words slurred.
Reaching out, you pat the empty space beside you on the bed.
“C'mere, Leon..."
Your hand falls back to the covers as you look away, gaze drifting over the room.
“Please?" You plead quietly, wanting him nearby.
It's more of a drunken plea than anything else. You let out another hiccup.
Leon raises an eyebrow at your request, clearly surprised by your sudden need for comfort. He stands there for a moment, debating whether to indulge you or not. Finally, he shrugs and walks over to the bed, sitting down beside you with a sigh.
"What, you think I'm some kind of babysitter now?" he asks sarcastically, though there's no real bite to his words.
He watches you for a moment, studying your flushed face and glassy eyes.
"You're really out of it, aren't you?"
Leon reaches out to brush a strand of hair from your forehead, his touch surprisingly gentle.
“Maybe you should've stuck to soda tonight."
Despite himself, Leon finds himself growing concerned. He's seen people in worse shape, but you’re usually more responsible. This unexpected display of vulnerability catches him off guard.
You nuzzle against his hand as he brushes your hair back, a small smile playing on your lips.
“S'okay," you murmur, eyes fluttering closed for a moment. "Just needed a break."
You open them again, gazing up at him with a soft, unfocused look.
“You're nice when you're not being mean," you say, your words slurring together.
You’re not even sure if you’re making sense, but you feel safe with him here. Like nothing bad could happen as long as he’s near you.
“I like it.”
Leon's expression softens at your words, a rare warmth creeping into his icy blue eyes. He's not used to being praised for his softer side, especially not by you. Your praise feels like a gift, one he didn't expect to receive.
"I guess I can be nice sometimes," he admits gruffly, trying to play it cool despite the flush rising to his cheeks. "But don't get used to it. I'm still the same guy who'll kick your ass if you step out of line."
Leon leans back against the headboard, pulling you closer until your head rests on his shoulder. His strong arm wraps around your waist, holding you snugly against him.
“Just remember, this is a one-time thing. Next time you're wasted, I'm calling your mom," he warns, his voice a low rumble against your ear.
You snuggle into him, pressing your cheek against his shoulder as you listen to the steady beat of his heart. For once, you don't complain about the warmth radiating off him. Instead, you let myself relax against him, listening to the sound of his voice.
“Okay," you agree softly, your fingers tracing patterns on his stomach.
It’s quiet for a moment before you speak up again.
“Love you, Leon,” you slur.
Your hand keeps toying with his shirt before slipping beneath it, pleasantly surprised by the small trail of hair growing on his stomach.
Leon tenses slightly as your hand slips beneath his shirt, your fingers grazing the light dusting of hair on his abdomen. A shiver runs through him at the intimate contact, his muscles flexing involuntarily.
"Hey now, none of that," he chides, catching your wandering hand in his own. He holds it firmly, preventing further exploration. "You're in no state to be doing anything like that."
Despite his words, Leon can't deny the heat pooling in his gut at your touch. It's been a while since he's felt such a spark of desire, especially not with you. He clears his throat, trying to ignore the way his body reacts to your closeness.
You pout, looking up at him with big, innocent eyes.
“Aw, c'mon Leon," you whine, trying to tug your hand free from his. "Please?"
You bat your eyelashes at him, disappointed. You lean in close, your breath hot against his neck. Still, you continue to try and tug your hand free. You pull back and stare up at him.
“Leon,” you whine again, pouting.
Leon's resolve wavers as he stares down at your pleading face, those big blue eyes boring into him. He swallows hard, his mouth going dry.
"Stop," he growls, but his grip on your hand loosens. "This isn't the time or place for this."
Despite his protests, Leon can feel himself being pulled in by your charms. Your proximity, your intoxicating scent, the way your body molds against his - it's all combining to cloud his judgment. He knows he should push you away, but he can't seem to find the willpower.
With a frustrated groan, Leon gives in, releasing your hand and letting it wander freely once more.
“Fine, but just for a little while," he warns, his voice strained. "And we're keeping our clothes on, got it?"
You grin triumphantly as he gives in, your fingers immediately resuming their exploratory journey across his abdomen. You press closer, your thigh sliding between his as you slide to sit on top of his thigh and nuzzle into his neck.
"Mmm, yeah... I know," you murmur, your breath tickling his skin.
You start to kiss along his jawline, your lips leaving faint impressions on his skin. Your hands roam over his torso, savoring the solid warmth of his muscles beneath your palms. You let out a contented sigh, basking in the intimacy of the moment.
You mumble, already getting lost in the sensation of touching him.
Leon's breath hitches as your lips graze his skin, sending shivers down his spine. He can't help but tilt his head to give you better access, allowing you to claim his jaw with kisses. When your hands explore his chest, he lets out a low grunt, his muscles tensing under your touch.
"Come on," he murmurs, his voice husky with restrained desire. "We shouldn't be doing this. Not when you're drunk and-"
But his words trail off as you nuzzle deeper into his neck, your warm breath fanning across his pulse point. Leon's self-control begins to fray, replaced by a primal urge to pull you closer, to lose himself in your embrace. With a groan, he captures your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth to taste you.
You moan into the kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck as you deepen the connection. Your tongue dances with his, savoring the flavor of him. You grind your hips against his thigh, seeking friction as a wave of need washes over you.
The world narrows down to the feeling of his lips on yours, his hands on your body, the hardness pressed against your thigh.
Breaking the kiss, you gaze up at him with lust-clouded eyes, your lips swollen and pink.
"More," you whimper, your voice thick with want.
You start to fiddle with his pants, your fingers fumbling with the button in your haste. You had completely forgotten what he said about keeping clothes on.
“Need you, Leon..." you breathe, your breath coming in ragged gasps.
Leon's control snaps at your whispered plea, his resistance crumbling under the onslaught of your desire. With a low growl, he reaches down to help you undo his pants, his fingers tangling with yours in a desperate hurry.
As soon as they fall open, he pulls you onto his lap, guiding your hips to straddle him. The heat of your core presses against the bulge in his boxers, making him groan. His hands roam over your curves, mapping the contours of your body as he claims your mouth in another bruising kiss.
Breaking away, Leon's voice is rough with need.
“Tell me to stop. Tell me you don't want this, because if you keep talking like that, I won't be able to hold back."
His thumbs brush over your nipples through your shirt, coaxing them into hard peaks.
You cry out into the kiss, your body arching into his touch as he teases your sensitive nipples. Your hips rock against his instinctively, seeking more contact, more friction. You break the kiss, panting heavily as you look down at him with glazed eyes.
“Stop? No... please don't stop," you beg, your voice trembling with need as you slur your words.
You reach for the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head and tossing it aside carelessly.
"I want you, Leon. All of you."
You guide his hands to your breasts, pressing them into his palms.
“Touch me," you whisper urgently, your skin flushed and tingling with anticipation.
Leon groans at the sight of your bare breasts, his calloused hands cupping the soft mounds reverently. He thumbs your nipples, watching them pebble under his touch. Leaning forward, he takes one into his mouth, sucking and flicking the hardened peak with his tongue.
His other hand slides down your stomach, slipping beneath the waistband of your shorts. He cups your sex, feeling the damp heat of your arousal even through the fabric of your underwear.
“Fuck," he grunts against your breast, "you're so wet for me already."
He rubs slow circles over your clothed clit, applying just enough pressure to make you squirm. His erection throbs almost painfully, straining against the confines of his boxers.
You let out a sharp gasp as he suckles at your nipple, your back arching to push more of yourself into his mouth. Your fingers tangle in his hair, holding him close as pleasure sparks through you. When his hand slips into your shorts, you buck your hips eagerly, craving more of his touch. "Ah! Yes, right there," you moan, your thighs clenching together as he strokes your slick cunt. Y
ou grind against his fingers, chasing the building tension within you. "Please, Leon... I need...” your words trail off into a needy whimper as he continues to tease your clit, the pressure building to an unbearable crescendo. You’re so close, teetering on the edge of release.
Leon releases your nipple with a wet pop, his eyes dark with lust as he watches you unravel above him. "What do you need, baby?" he murmurs, his fingers still circling your aching clit. "Tell me what you want."
He leans in to capture your lips in a filthy kiss, all teeth and tongue as he devours you. His free hand slides up your thigh, pushing your shorts and underwear out of the way. He plunges two fingers knuckle-deep into your dripping cunt without preamble, curling them just right to hit that spot inside you that makes stars burst behind your eyelids.
"Come for me," Leon commands, pumping his fingers faster. "Let go and come all over my fingers like the good girl you are."
You cry out sharply as his fingers fill you, your inner walls clamping down around the welcome intrusion. His words send a bolt of pure need straight to your core, and you feel yourself hurtling towards climax at breakneck speed. "Yes, yes, fuck!" You babble incoherently, your hips rolling to meet each thrust of his fingers.
“I'm gonna... ah!" Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, your vision going white as you convulse around his fingers. A broken scream tears from your throat as you ride out the intense waves of pleasure, your juices gushing out to coat his hand.
It feels like it goes on forever, until finally you collapse bonelessly against his chest, spent and panting. "Holy shit," you rasp, my voice hoarse from screaming.
Leon holds you close as you tremble through your climax, his fingers still buried deep inside you as he milks every last shudder of pleasure from your quivering body. When the aftershocks subside, he slowly withdraws his soaked fingers, bringing them to his lips to taste your essence.
"Mmm, you taste even better than I imagined," he says, his voice low and husky with satisfaction. He nuzzles into your hair, breathing in your scent as he strokes your back soothingly. "But we're not done yet, sweetheart. I've got a hard-on that needs attention, and I think it's time we took care of that, don't you?"
With a wicked grin, Leon shifts so that you can slide downward.
You nod dazedly, still floating in a haze of post-orgasmic bliss. As you slip lower, you take in the impressive tent in his boxers, your mouth watering at the thought of having him in your mouth.
Hooking your fingers in the waistband, you tug them down, allowing hid thick cock to spring free. You wrap your hand around the base, marveling at how it pulses in your grip. "Fuck, you're huge," you murmur appreciatively before leaning in to run your tongue along the underside of his shaft, tracing the prominent vein. You swirl your tongue around the head, lapping up the bead of precum that's gathered at the tip.
Leon's breath hitches as your warm tongue dances along his length, his hips twitching involuntarily. "Jesus," he groans, his fingers digging into your scalp as he guides your head closer. "Your mouth feels amazing wrapped around me."
He thrusts gently, coating your tongue with his pre-cum as you explore the ridges and bumps of his cockhead. Leon's eyes roll back in ecstasy when you take him deeper, your lips stretching around his girth as you bob your head.
"That's it, baby," he encourages, his voice strained with pleasure. "Take me all the way. Show me how much you love sucking my dick."
Leon's hands slide into your hair, gripping tightly as he starts to move with you, fucking your mouth with slow, deliberate strokes.
You moan around his cock as he begins to thrust, the vibrations sending delicious ripples through his shaft. You relax your throat, letting him sink deeper with each pass, savoring the musky taste of his arousal. Your nose brushes against his pubic bone as you work him over, your tongue swirling and caressing every inch of his thick cock.
As he picks up pace, you adjust to his rhythm, taking him as far as you can while still breathing through your nose. Saliva drips down your chin, mingling with the precum leaking from his tip, making everything slick and easy. You focus on the sensation of his cock pulsing against your palate.
Leon's control snaps as your talented mouth works magic on his aching cock. With a guttural growl, he grips your hair tighter and starts pounding into your face, his heavy balls slapping against your chin with each brutal thrust.
"Fucking hell!" he groans, his vision blurring as he chases his climax. "You're going to make me cum so hard, baby. Gonna fill this pretty mouth with my load."
Leon's thrusts become erratic, his cock swelling and twitching as he nears the brink. With a final, powerful shove, he buries himself to the hilt and explodes, painting your tongue and throat with ropes of hot semen.
"Swallow it all, sweetheart," he demands, his voice ragged as he rides out his orgasm. "Don't waste a single drop of my cum."
You gag slightly as his cock hits the back of your throat, but you quickly adapt, relaxing your muscles to accommodate his girth. The first spurt of his release catches you off guard, and you swallow reflexively, trying to keep up with the deluge of creamy heat flooding your mouth. You massage his pulsing shaft with your tongue, coaxing out every last drop as he empties himself into you.
When his orgasm subsides, you slowly pull back, licking your lips clean of the remnants of his seed. You look up at him with a satisfied smile, your cheeks flushed and eyes glazed with post-coital bliss. He looks away for a second, then looks back to see you resting against his thigh, eyes closed.
Leon watches you intently as you savor the taste of his release, a sense of possessiveness washing over him. His thumb strokes your cheek affectionately as he gazes down at you, a tender expression softening his features.
"You did so good, baby," he murmurs, his voice low and approving. "Taking my cock like that, swallowing every drop... You're a natural."