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You heard Leon getting out of bed and slowly opened your sleepy eyes to glance at the clock.
It was 6 a.m., Leon had already slipped into a tight T-shirt and a pair of shorts, ready for his early morning run. For someone who had just gotten out of bed, he looked unfairly handsome. His hair was still slightly messy, despite his attempt to tame it by running a hand through it. The T-shirt was so tight it barely concealed his muscular frame.
You let out a contented sigh, enjoying the view as you slowly drifted back toward sleep. His soft lips brushed gently against your cheek.
“Coffee when I get back?” he whispered into your ear.
“Mhm”, you hum softly, already slipping back into your dreams, where he will definitely be the main protagonist.
You heard him chuckle before he left the room
When Leon got back about forty-five minutes later, coffee was indeed not ready.
Instead, he found you exactly where he'd left you, fast asleep on your side, one leg curled up, wrapped around the blanket.
He stepped into the bedroom, his shirt damp with sweat from the run and still clinging to his chest. His breathing hadn't quiet returned to normal yet.
Reaching the bed, he brushed his fingertips lightly along your thigh, hoping to wake you. You didn't move.
And for a moment, he simply stood there and looked at you. He still couldn't quite believe you were here in his bed.
You had joined the DSO a few years ago after finishing your military service. Despite your advanced training, your job wasn't to save his ass in the field. Instead, you spent most of your time saving him from something way more terrifying than any BOW: paperwork.
Reports, deadlines, forms, signatures—you somehow kept track of everything. More than once, you had rescued him from missing an important submission by minutes.
Somewhere along the way, the two of you had become close. Lingering touches when handing over files. Stolen glances across the room, looking away quickly when your eyes met.
Lunch breaks that were supposed to last thirty minutes somehow stretching into an hour. It only intensified when he returned from his last mission, which led him back to Raccoon City.
Despite almost losing his life, there had to be a report. The one that absolutely had to be ready by ten o'clock. Two copies. One for his superiors and one for the President himself.
You had marched into his office that morning, pointed dramatically at your watch, and practically dragged him toward the copy room.
You bicker the whole way, attracting the attention of everyone else in the office. Still, nobody seems particularly surprised. As deadlines draw closer, your arguments always grew more intense.
Leon can't for the life of him understand why he should concern himself with such "minor details" when he's the one risking his fucking life every single day. You, meanwhile, are determined to make him see that all his work in the field is pointless if the information never make it to the people who actually need it.
This should have been the only thing on either of your minds. It wasn't. Standing shoulder to shoulder in the cramped room, suddenly far too aware of each other's presence, the paperwork became secondary.
One moment you were arguing about deadlines, the next he had you pinned against the door he'd shut a little harder than necessary.
It was quick, it was dirty and it was completely unexpected. Yet somehow, it felt perfect.
Five minutes later, the two of you walked out of the copy room with both reports finished and delivered right on time.
You were absolutely certain everyone knew exactly what had happened in there but neither of you seemed to care.
That evening, Leon invited you to dinner.
And now, the morning after, you were asleep in his bed while he stood there wondering how he'd gotten this lucky - again, considering that he should be dead by now.
A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he watched you sleep, his hand still absentmindedly tracing along your thigh.
You shifted slightly, still asleep, a faint smile playing on your lips as if some part of you already knew it was him.
For a moment, he simply admired the sight. The dark green silk string and matching bralette caught the soft morning light, making you look almost unreal. He wondered if you were too young for him. You were in your late twenties, while he was already forty-nine.
But neither of you seemed to care. You were drawn to each other despite what anyone thought or where this might lead.
His hand drifted a little higher before he caught himself and let out a quiet breath. You were still asleep and he knew it was wrong but how could he not when you’re laying there looking so delicious.
“I think someone missed me,” he murmured, his deep voice rough from the run, amusement lingering in his tone as he saw the dark, wet spot ruining your beautiful silk underwear.
You shivered, though your eyes remained closed, as his fingers brushed directly over your wet spot.
He licked them, tasting you. The sensation sent a rush through him, testing the limits of his self-control.
When he touched you again, he didn’t stop at the edge of your underwear. His hand slipped beneath the fabric as his attention remained fixed entirely on you.
He let one finger glide between your wet folds, softly pushing just a bit into you. In response you open your mouth a bit, letting out a sharp breath before giving in to a small moan. So quiet and gentle, it was almost inaudible. But not to Leon. He payed attention to every reaction and you seemed to enjoy this despite being still asleep. It made him lose the very rest of his self control.
„Let’s wake you up, gorgeous“, he growled. He got rid of his sweaty clothes to lay down beside you.
He could smell the scent of your shampoo and the remains of your perfume, you put on the night before for your date, just for him.
He pressed against you to slowly pull you into a kiss, gentle, hoping to fully wake you up so he could continue what he accidentally started.
Your lips opened in instinctive response, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth intertwined with yours. He could feel your heartbeat getting faster and heavier, a sign you‘d wake up. So to finally get you out of your deep beauty sleep, he let his fingers slip under your panties right into your dripping wet core.
Your eyes open wide, looking directly into his blue eyes, pupils dilated wide with lust.
Before you could get the situation completely he curled his fingers inside of you just right. This was all to get you into the here and now immediately. „Leon…“, you breathed his name in pleasure.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” he said with a smile before pulling you into another kiss, his large hands cupping your face as your nails dug into his biceps. With one smooth movement, he rolled onto his back, pulling you on top of him.
“Sorry I didn’t make coffee,” you apologized softly while he stroked your cheek.
“No worries. You can make it up to me.”
“I didn’t want to get up… I was dreaming… about you.” You blush as you say it, your gaze dropping to his chest.
“I could tell,” he chuckles quietly.
Leon’s hands traced the back of your head, down to your shoulders and along your back, before coming to rest at your cute ass. His touch was large and steady, and you could feel his fingertips gliding between your wet folds again.
He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. The sight of him like this makes you melt into his touch, before you pull him into a kiss.
Your hands sink into his hair, clinging to him as if he might disappear. You bite his lower lip gently before brushing it with your tongue, almost apologetically. You move against each other in a messy, breathless rhythm, breaking apart only to gasp for air, your lips still nearly touching as you both struggle to catch your breath.
“I need you”, he pleads in a tone you wouldn’t expect from someone like him. And you were more than willing to give him what he needs. You were already dripping, your thighs covered with your slick.
„I know you do“, you straighten up and lifted your hips, pushing you silk string to the side, revealing your flushed, wet pussy. You lean back on one hand, the other already caressing your clit right in front of him. He didn’t take his eyes off you as you shamelessly touch yourself.
You were out of reach for his hands so he had no other choice than watching. „You’re killing me..“, he rasped.
„That’s okay, I saved you ass more than once“, you purred back at him before giving into your touch and moaning. „You know, I dreamed about this, when you left me alone in this bed. Watching you get dressed and pulling you right back into bed, sitting down on your dick to fill me out completely…“, again a moan left your lips and you could feel Leon shift uncomfortably beneath you, desperately trying to get closer to you.
If it were just strength, he would have overpowered you already—taken what he needed without hesitation. But stayed where he was, watching you in silence, control slipping through his fingers with every passing second. All he could do was wait… and hope you wouldn’t make him suffer for much longer.
You look at him through half closed lids, the torment is written all over his face—fine lines gathering at the corners of his eyes, his brows drawn tight as his frown deepens. It isn’t easy for him to surrender like this, not when he’s always the one in control, always the one who leads. But this is unfamiliar territory, and as much as it unsettles him, it pulls him in just as fiercely—caught between frustration, restraint, and a tense, burning curiosity.
To tease him just a bit more, you slowly take off your bralette, revealing your small breasts.
His breath hitched and you could feel him trembling beneath your hips.
In a swift movement, you lean forward and adjust your hips to glide your slick, wet pussy right over his big and hard dick. You could feel it twitch and he let out a sharp breath, eyes now closed.
You let your hips move back and forth, stimulating your clit with the head of his dick. The feeling was overwhelming as you could feel the heat of him.
Lost in your own pleasure you lift your hips, placing his dick right at your entrance before slowly sinking down on it. You paused every few seconds, adjusting to his size, your walls clenching tight around him. A deep growl escaped Leon as he nearly lost what little self-control remained buried within him.
You let yourself fall onto the last inches until finally your ass met his hip. Driven by pleasure you immediately started to rock your hips in a rhythm that stimulated you clit but also the soft spot deep inside of you that Leon reached so effortlessly. It felt so incredible that your moans just got louder and louder. Your loss of control drove Leon absolutely crazy. He grabbed your hips, taking over the pace by moving you as if you weighed nothing and for a few moments, you let him take over.
This felt good but it was not what you had in mind for him, so you grabbed his hands and pinned them down above his head, your face now hovering above his.
„You think, you can control me that easy?“, you tease him by lifting your hips nearly letting him slide out completely.
„I can do whatever I want“, his voice shifting an octave lower as he thrusts his hips forward to bury him deep inside of you, reminding you. „But I will let you have your fun..“, he smirked and relaxed beneath you, letting you take back control.
„Good boy“, you purred and watched his eyes widen for just a millisecond. He won’t admit, but he likes it.
As a reward, you lowered your hips again, tightening around him in the rhythm of your back and forth. His eyes were closed again, so your free hand wrapped around his throat. „Look at me“, you demand. „You need to see what you’re doing with me, how you make me feel, make me lose control.“ With every word you ride him faster, choke him a little harder until his breath was uneven.
You could see he was close and the sight alone brought you close as well. You let go of his hands and his throat, placing them on his chest, your nails digging into his muscles, leaving marks.
Your hips pounding down in a steady rhythm until you could feel the tension building up before finally loosen completely. The waves of your orgasm make you loudly moan Leon's name, when he grabbed you by your hips again firmly. He’s not ruining your rhythm that just keeps you cumming on his dick but he intensified it by parallel thrusting into you until he released his hot sticky cum so deep in your pussy that it ignites your orgasm just once again, clenching tight around his big dick, milking him with every twitch.
You keep riding him, not wanting to let go of that incredible feeling he gave you but break down on his chest eventually - panting heavily. He wrapped his big arms around you, and you both just lay there, trying to catch a breath.
When he pulled himself out of you after a few minutes, you could feel the mixture of your sticky body fluids running out of you and dripping onto him and the sheets.
You could stay like this forever, his heartbeat echoing beneath your ear, his breathing slowly evening out with each breath he takes.
You glance at the clock again, it was already 07:30.
“You need a shower.” You wrinkle your nose playfully as you watch the sweat glisten across Leon’s chest. He doesn’t smell bad at all—you can still catch the familiar scent of his signature cologne—but you’re more worried about being late for work.
“Gladly. If you join me,” he smirks, already pushing himself up.
“Nope. Unlike you, I can’t just do whatever the fuck I want. But this time, I’ll make coffee—” you glance at the clock “—to go.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Leon sighs, already halfway to the bathroom.