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You sigh, pulling into the parking lot at work. You grab your purse to dig around for your compact to try and hide how red your face is from crying earlier. You dab some foundation on, but it’s not working as much as you’d like. You throw the compact on the floor board, frustrated at everything at this point and rip your purse from the passenger seat.
You don’t do field work, but you work at the BSAA office, and you do genuinely enjoy it. You love the people, your boss, the benefits. It’s a great place, but you’ve been throwing yourself at it, poorly mind you, to get away from your home life. Extended hours as of late with nothing to show for it. Any excuse to work late to prolong having to go home.
You know it’s not good, and you know it’s going to come back to bite you sooner or later. Your boss is going to notice, if he hasn’t already. You don’t have the capacity to worry about that at the moment though. You’re spreading yourself thin, and don’t have anyone you want to dump your shit off onto. They’ve already heard enough and have their own problems.
Your long time boyfriend, to put it kindly, is a fucking asshole. You live together and it’s easier said than done to leave. But every word he says stings, and he’s been more physical lately, a slap here, a shove there. You threw yourself into work to avoid him as much as you can but you’re so upset all the time you can’t even focus on anything. You hate when you hear your phone buzz, thinking it’s him to bitch at you over something or mad you’re not home yet.
It’s been like this for about a year now, but it’s escalated recently. How are you supposed to leave, you wonder every single day. You’ve already burdened your best friend who also happens to work here so much, you can’t bear to tell her the extent of it all though. You’ve shut yourself off. You tell her everything is fine. She knows you’re full of shit though.
You walk into the building, head down and avoiding everyone. You don’t want to talk, you just want to sink into some paperwork for a bit. You open a file on your computer, and get started. If you don’t look at anyone, you can’t see if they notice your red, puffy eyes. Win-win.
You bury yourself in the stack of papers on your desk though and begin to sort them out, and the door to the lobby opens, so you look up.
Leon. You report directly to him, and if this was a normal job, I suppose that would make him your boss, but he doesn’t like calling himself that. Everyone reports to him, and it kinda does make him the boss, but he doesn’t enjoy the title. But, to put it simply, he is the one in charge of the team here.
You know Leon pretty well on the surface, it’s a close knit team and everyone gets along. Leon cares about everyone here, and is genuinely great to work with. He’s always lighthearted and enjoys making people laugh with his sarcasm and jokes, and you loved doing it right back. He’s about 15 years older and you don’t know a terrible amount of things about him, but you feel very comfortable around him. The sight of him always brings you at ease.
You never talked to him about anything serious or deep, but he’s not dumb or oblivious. He knows you’ve been upset at something lately, and he has an idea of what, but he’s not entirely sure. He’s been a bit nicer to you lately, when normally he would be teasing. You’ve noticed and hate that he’s picked up on something so you have been trying your hardest to keep the mask on but it’s slipping.
It doesn’t help that he is incredibly attractive and you’ve always thought it. His hair is always amazing and frames his honestly beautiful face perfectly. He dresses nice, usually button ups and leather jackets, and you’ve seen him without a shirt a few times as he changes in his office occasionally, and this man is absolutely built.
Jesus, don’t think about him shirtless right now.
You don’t know if you were imagining it, but there always seemed to be a tension between you two that neither of you acted on because of your shit boyfriend.
You were so lost in thought you didn’t even notice he was walking directly towards you, with two coffees. Looking as amazing as ever, a dark brown leather jacket and you can see his black button up underneath, a bit of chest exposed.
“Good morning,” he says with a smile. “I uh, well the barista accidentally gave me an extra coffee. I thought you might want it.”
He sits down on the corner of your desk, sipping his own drink.
You smiled for the first time in you don’t even know how long. “Thank you,” you said quietly. “I appreciate it, truly.”
You grab the one he left and you notice the sticker is torn off that would reveal what he ordered and it’s the exact coffee you usually get. You wonder if he ordered it on purpose? How does he know your order? Either way, the gesture made you the happiest you’ve been in weeks.
Before either of you can say anything though, your phone on the desk buzzes. You both naturally look at the source of the noise, and you foolishly left your phone right in the open.
A single text popped up. You’re full of shit. I bet you’re not even at work right now.
You both see it at the same time and your heart sinks. Fuck.
Leon stares at it, and puts his coffee down.
He didn’t say anything, but his jaw tensed up. You know he’s pissed, but not at you.
Before either of you can say anything, your desk phone rings. Leon is closer, and faster. He answers it.
You already knew it was your boyfriend calling, and he doesn’t even wait for Leon to say anything, he goes off immediately but you can’t make out what he’s saying. But you know it’s him.
Leon waits, looking angrier by the minute. “Do you usually talk to your girlfriend like this or are you upset because you realized you’re a sad excuse of a man and you’re taking it out on her?”
Your jaw literally fell off, and your heart stopped. You hear silence on the other end, and Leon is waiting patiently. “No answer? What’s wrong? You don’t want to talk to me like that?”
You hear the line click. Leon hangs the phone up.
“…I’m sorry if I made anything worse but I know this has been going on, and I’m not going to let it happen anymore after seeing AND hearing that.” His tone was soft, surprising considering how incredibly pissed he looked.
You feel strangely relieved. You know your boyfriend is absolutely pissed but you feel so safe around Leon and you can’t bring yourself to care at this moment.
“Thank you,” you said, almost whispering. He looked surprised to hear it, and he reached a hand out to tuck your hair behind your ear.
You flinch at his hand, barely. But he noticed.
Anger flashed in his eyes.
“He hits you?” His voice is less composed now.
You feel tears well up in your eyes and that’s all he had to see for an answer.
“He’s never gonna lay a hand on you again. I promise.” He absolutely meant it.
“Can we, uh go somewhere more private like your office?” you asked, shyly. You felt like you were about to burst into tears. Your desk is out in the open and you just want to be alone, with Leon and his is the only private office.
He stood up immediately and held his hand out. You took it in yours and immediately noticed how calloused his hands were, but soft and warm at the same time. He led you into his office which wasn’t too far off from the open area your desk was at.
He closed the blinds leading to the rest of the office and locked the door. As soon as he turned around, you were there, wrapping your arms around him. You couldn’t hold it back anymore, and burst into tears.
He held you like he was never gonna let you go. You felt how warm he was, and firm his chest is as you buried your face in it. He was significantly taller than you, the top of your head coming up right below his chin. He gently rubbed your back, and you tried to sink further into him.
“I got you, it’s okay.” he assured you. “You’re safe.” He leaned his head down into the crook of your neck and shoulder and hugged you even tighter. You felt his breath on your neck and you almost shuddered at the effect it had on you.
The feeling of his stubble on your skin set you on fire. You hope he doesn’t notice the effect he’s having on you.
You quickly begin to realize how touch starved you are. Your boyfriend hasn’t touched you really at all in months. When he does, it’s selfish. He doesn’t care if you enjoy it, he just wants to get off. You’re enjoying Leon simply hugging you too much, you start to realize.
You can’t help but notice how good he smells. It’s almost intoxicating and so calming. You don’t know when you stopped crying, but you did. He feels so good against you, like he was meant for you. Maybe he was, you thought for a second. You feel his heartbeat and you can swear it’s getting faster.
No, absolutely no way. He’s just being nice. There’s no way he could be interested in you. He’s 15 years older than you and he’s just being nice.
You pull away after what feels like hours, there was no way he was going to pull away first. He lets you go, reluctantly, but lets his hands fall down to your hips.
“I’m so sorry,” you begin. He interrupts you before you can continue saying anything else.
“You did absolutely nothing wrong. He’s a piece of shit for how he treats you.”
He takes a hand and wipes away the tears that are still on your cheek.
“I’m sorry for at least crying on you and forcing you in this situation,” you’re embarrassed and don’t want him to see you like this.
“You didn’t force me to do anything, sweetheart.”
You absolutely melted. You felt your heart physically ache from this amazing man before you that you can’t have. You instinctively held your hands up to cover your face, trying to hide.
He gently pulls your hands away and tilts your head up and he leans in towards you. He’s two inches away from your face. He hesitates, but you catch him looking at your lips. He backs away suddenly.
“I want to protect you from everything,” he says gently. “Even myself.” He looks so incredibly torn.
“Leon,” you say so quietly he wouldn’t have heard you if you weren’t so close together.
You reach out and grab the lapels of his leather jacket and pull him back towards you. “I need you, so badly.”
He presses his forehead against yours and and breathes you in. “I’m right here,” he says, with a tone that makes you weak. He gently presses his lips against yours, and you take a hand to grab the back of his head so he can’t pull away from you again.
He lets you take control of the kiss. Following you everywhere your lips take his. His hands find your lower back and he pulls you close as you let a moan slip past your lips.
“I needed this so badly,” you manage to say between kisses. “Fuck, I… it’s been so long since I’ve felt this.”
He moves his hands to your waist. “Does he kiss you like I do?” He says, barely whispering. His lips hover right above yours.
“No,” you begin. “He doesn’t kiss me at all.”
“He doesn’t deserve to touch you,” he growls. His voice sounded almost primal and it immediately formed a wetness between your legs. Your heart skips a beat as his hands move slowly to your ass.
His lips find their way to your neck and he kisses it softly, gently tasting you. “You are far too good for him,” he breathes. Gently tugging at your skin with his teeth. “You need someone that knows how to take care of you, in every way.” He drags his lips up to your ear. “Let me do that for you.”
He might as well have knocked the breath out of you. You’re speechless and impossibly hot, and you are suddenly aware of the wetness between your legs and you press your thighs together.
“I…” is all you manage to say.
“Shit, I’m sorry if that was too forward,” he leans away and takes a hand and runs it through his hair. “I promise I don’t want to do anything you don’t want to do.” He looked genuinely sorry, afraid he pushed too much.
“…I meant it, though.” he added softly.
There was nothing more you wanted at this moment than for him to bend you over his desk and fuck you until you only thought of him. How do you tell him that? Isn’t that cheating? Was it over the moment he hit you for the first time?
“What do I tell him?”
“Give me your phone and I’ll do it,” he said almost immediately. He was serious.
You blinked, processing what he just said.
“…Let me go get it.”
You’re done. Almost a year of suffering and with 20 minutes, or however long it’s been you’re not even sure with Leon, you have the confidence now to end it. Or at least let him end it. You didn’t care anymore. What was he going to do to Leon? A literal special agent? Absolutely nothing. You’re untouchable.
You grab it from your desk. Missed calls and missed texts. You don’t even want to read what he said to you.
You head back to his office and lock the door behind you and hand him your phone. He leans on his desk, facing you as he reads through it.
“…Jesus Christ,” he growls as he reads everything. “Is this every single day?” You’ve never seen him look like this. A literal storm behind his eyes.
“He’s uh, probably really mad you answered the phone earlier and heard how he talks to me.”
“He’s never gonna talk to you like that again,” he assured you. “Don’t worry.” His words were soothing, but you could hear the venom drip off his words.
“He’ll probably hang up on me if I call him. We can start with a text.”
He types for a minute and he puts the phone on the desk. You can’t help but look at what he said to him, so you grab it.
Hey, can’t help but realize you must be texting the wrong person. I don’t think anyone could be stupid or pathetic enough to berate her like that. But hey, if you are, don’t worry. I’ll make sure she forgets all about you tonight.
You could not believe what you just read. Your face must have caught on fire, you were blushing so hard. You look up at him and he has a very proud smile on his face.
“I really couldn’t resist, but it’s the truth.” He looks so smug and all it does is add to the heat between your legs.
You can’t control it anymore. “Fuck me, Leon.”
Without missing a beat, as if you just asked him about the weather, he takes his jacket off. “You don’t have to tell me twice.”
He throws it on the floor and grabs your face to kiss you. He’s controlling it now, hard and sloppy. Like you’re going to fly away if his lips aren’t locked onto yours. He turns you around so you’re facing the desk and he lifts your legs up to make you sit on it. Your cunt is at the perfect height for him.
“Do you know how long I’ve waited for you to tell me that?” he says, unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it on the floor. He kisses you again, only pulling away long enough to talk. Your hands explore his chest, enjoying every inch of his firm body.
You begin to take off your shirt and he stops kissing you for you to allow you to slide it over your head before he crashes into you again. He takes one hand and expertly unclasps your bra, throwing that on the floor. His rough hands feel so impossibly good touching your most sensitive skin.
His hands can’t find enough of you.
“When was the last time he licked your pussy?” he growls as he slides your skirt up.
You can’t even control your breathing anymore.
“It’s been years,” you say weakly.
“Are you kidding me?” He kneels down in front of you and spreads your legs. He leans in, and you think you might die right here on his desk as you feel his stubble graze your thigh, and feel him work his way up. His teeth grab the waistband of your panties and he takes them off. “You’re telling me,” he says as leans back in, and wraps his strong arms around your thighs and lays his hands on the top of them and positions you perfectly for his mouth, “that he doesn’t do this every chance he gets?”
With that, he licks the entire slit up and down. Your vision blurs. The mix of his breath, tongue, and stubble grazing you are almost too much to handle. You arch your back, almost overstimulated now. But you’re not going anywhere with your legs wrapped in his arms.
You feel like you’re seeing God as his tongue explores every inch of you. You didn’t even know feeling like this was possible. His tongue enters your delicate hole and all you can do is scream his name.
“Fuck, babe,” he moans into your soaked pussy. “You sound so beautiful when you moan my name.”
Two fingers enter you as his tongue works its way up to your clit. It takes him no time at all to find your g-spot.
It’s too much. You suddenly feel something snap deep inside of you and you jerk up, trying to find any purchase to grab onto. His hair. Fuck, his beautiful hair. You grab a handful and he groans in pain but doesn’t stop. You swear you feel your soul leave your body as you cum all over his face and grind into him to where you’re convinced he probably can’t even breathe. You’re suddenly very thankful his office is out of the way because in no way are you being silent right now.
You have never felt that way before in your life and Leon achieves it in probably less than five minutes.
He pulls away and takes a deep breath and laughs. “Tell me who you’re thinking of right now.”
“You, Leon.” You say as you’re still trying to catch your breath. “Fuck, only you.”
“That’s my girl.” He grabs your hands and pulls you up to sit up on the desk in front of him.
“I want you to know how good you taste,” he says as he kisses you rough and hard. You push your hips forward against his crotch and you are suddenly very aware of how hard, and big he is. He moans into your mouth and pulls away. “Fuck,” he growls. “You gotta warn me first,” he says with a smirk forming on his lips. He grabs your ass with both hands and moves his face beside yours to whisper in your ear.
“I know he can’t fuck you like I can.”
The rough timbre of his voice sent electricity down your spine. You could probably cum from his words alone if he tried hard enough.
Your hands fly to his belt buckle and you fumble around with it, hands shaking. He gently pushes your hands away, the smile growing on the corner of his lips.
He unfastens the buckle and pulls the belt off in one yank. “Can’t wait, can you?”
“No, sir.” you try to say with a steady voice.
You swear you could get drunk off of the noises he makes when he’s like this. He unbuttons his pants and slides them and his underwear down just enough for his cock to burst free.
You audibly gasp. He is several inches longer than your boyfriend and so much thicker.
“Holy shit,” is all you can say. You think it might be weird to compliment his dick, but you’re considering it.
He starts stroking it right in front of you, spreading around the precum already dripping from the tip. “Something you wanna say?” He’s smug. He knows what you’re thinking of.
“I uh…” you blush. You don’t know how you’re shy around him after earlier, but you are.
He lets out a small laugh knowing he made you flustered. “God, you’re so beautiful. Especially when you blush.” He takes a deep breath and positions himself at your entrance. “But I think you’re going to look better around my cock.”
He starts off slowly, inch by inch. All the air escapes your lungs as you realize what’s happening. Leon Kennedy pretty much broke up with your boyfriend for you, and is now about to fuck you on his desk. You tilt your head back and try to find air to breathe. He’s probably only two inches in and you’re already going to lose your mind.
He grabs your jaw gently and makes you face him. “I want you to watch me,” he breathes. “I want you to see what you’ve been missing.”
He slides in further and you already feel yourself sting around him, walls clenching. “Fuck,” he moans. “You’re so fucking tight.” He’s about halfway when he pulls out, and slides back into you, working his way farther.
“God, you feel amazing,” you moan to him as you bite your lip.
His head tilts back and you feel his cock twitch inside of you. He’s very clearly holding back and trying to not ravage you immediately, easing you up to it. He takes a few deep breaths, enjoying how you feel around him.
You admire his heaving chest and all his muscles and notice his scars. You lean up to touch his chest and wrap your arms around his broad shoulders.
He moans when you move and looks down at you, the slight change of position feeling even tighter on his cock.
You kiss his neck. He leans down to place both hands on the desk with you still wrapped around him.
“Careful,” he whispers. “Keep that up and I’m not going to be gentle anymore.” he growled.
“Maybe I don’t want you to be gentle.”
That’s all he had to hear to pull out, with only the tip left inside, and bottom out with one thrust. You bite his neck at the intense mix of pain and pleasure filling you up and he moans louder than you’ve ever heard him.
He’s relentless. He’s buried so far deep inside you all you can feel is him. Nothing else exists right now except Leon.
Buzz buzz.
It takes you both a second to realize your phone is ringing, vibrating against the desk. Leon is at a better angle to see who it is. He reads it, and smiles.
“Answer it.” He’s not missing a beat. His rhythm has been as relentless since he started.
“W-what?” you say, confused.
“Answer it. Your boyfriend wants to talk to you.”
You grab the phone and slide to answer it, holding your breath to keep from making any noises.
You try your hardest, but you can’t understand a single word he's saying as he’s screaming at you.
“Listen, I—“ you bite your lip so hard you think it’s going to start bleeding. “I’m a little busy right now.”
Leon laughs. His head is tilted down and looks at you from under his hair, brows furrowed. He’s loving every second of this.
He’s a bad influence, you think to yourself as something comes over you as your boyfriend is still screaming at you. You put him on speakerphone. If he couldn’t hear the slaps of his hips crashing into you, he probably can now.
Leon takes his thumb and places it on your clit, expertly rubbing small circles.
You couldn’t hide that moan when he touched you like that.
“What the fuck are you doing? What is that noise?” you both hear him say.
“That’s the sound of your girlfriend spread out on my desk, forgetting about you every time I thrust inside her.” Leon says immediately.
You hold back a laugh, and more moans. Holy fucking shit.
“I’m going to kick your ass—“ you hear him scream on the phone.
“You promise? Wanna hit me like you hit her? I dare you.” Leon speeds up. Slams into you harder. Taking out his anger at him on your tight hole. You’ve never seen him like this.
The phone hangs up and you throw it away as you throw your hands around his shoulders, digging into his back with your nails. He growls.
“I hate what he did to you,” he breathes, not relenting his assault on your pussy. “Never again.” He grabs your bottom lip in between his teeth and works his way into a kiss. He presses his forehead against yours and keeps up his impossible pace.
You feel him so deep inside you, your walls clinging to his every thrust and your body starts to tingle as you feel the edge of an orgasm creep up. You lock your legs around his waist, and grind your hips against him. “Oh fuck, babe,” he says breathlessly as you catch him off guard.
The new angle makes him hit spots you’ve never even dreamed of. “I’m so fucking close,” you barely whisper.
“Oh yeah?” he says as he works a thumb down to your clit again. “Cum for me, princess.” his voice is ragged, you can tell he’s on the edge and holding back as his cock twitches inside of you.
You moan his name as your walls clench around his dick so hard he groans. Wave after wave you crash into him. Your arms are below his, but wrapped around his back and dig further into him, and work your nails down. You think you’re drawing blood when he hisses in pain but all it does is make him chase after you with his own climax.
“Goddamn,” he moans from deep within his chest.
“Cum inside me, Leon. Make me yours.”
At that exact moment, you feel him shoot inside. Filling every inch up. He keeps thrusting and the wet sound of him releasing more and more inside you is music to yours as he rides out remaining waves of your orgasm.
He eventually slows down and stops, breathing heavily. Enjoying the moment between you, admiring how you’re near naked on his desk and he just pumped you full of his cum.
He pulls out slowly, and makes a mess. He just smirks while enjoying the sight of you, running his fingers through his hair trying to cool off, and you realize you’ve never seen his hair back. He’s honestly so beautiful.
He holds his hand out, offering to help you stand up. You get up slowly, thighs together, still holding onto him. He leans in a bit closer to tuck your messy hair behind your ears.
“Leon,” you begin.
“Sweetheart.” He kisses your forehead.
“I think I’m falling for you.” You finally blurt out.
He smiles, and if you didn’t know any better, he might be blushing. “It’s a good thing I’m here to catch you.”