If She Gives You Her Heart Don't You Break It || Kate & Leo Oneshots

Little Winslet DiCaprio kids.

SMUT WARNING again (sorry)

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"Do you want to know something about women?" Kate asked, propping herself up on his bed with her elbow.

"Well, after being around you for so fucking long, I think I know everything there is to know, Kate." He didn't take his eyes off his games console but flashed his usual toothy boyish grin.

At twenty years old, Kate and Leo, were practically inseparable. They'd been best friends since Jim had casted them together.

"You don't know what we like during sex." Her voice was husky as she eyed him from head to toe. Her gaze trailed slowly up and down his body, watching with a sly smile as a bulge grew in his trousers. She moved towards him and his cheeks sprouted roses, feeling the heat of her breath on his face as she tangled her hands in his hair.

"What's this about, Kate?"

"I want to show you what sex is truly like. None of the shit you see in the movies. None of the shit we got taught in sex ed. I want to show you how it feels. How it truly feels."

"I know how it feels." Leo breathed, pressing the off button on his xbox controller and placing it down on his desk.

"Oh yeah? Kristen is such a good fuck was she? She knew everything? Did any of you even come?"

Leo was silent, and his face fell. Kristen was his girlfriend. They'd fucked a few times, though it was normally a disappointing quickie in a bathroom stall whenever she felt like doing it.

"No. I- You're right."

"Exactly. I can teach you everything you need to know."

"Everything?"

"Everything." She bit her lip and walked over to him again, swaying her hips. "But I need you to do some things first."

"Sure."

"Lock the door and turn on the AC. If we have it my way, it's gonna get pretty hot and we don't want anyone to interrupt us, do we?"

"Yes Ma'am." Leo rose from his chair and dragged himself to the door, holding his trousers with a clenched fist.

"Hands off the trousers, darling. They will be off soon enough."

With the door locked and the windows open allowing cool air to seep into the room, almost everything was ready.

"Dim the lights. Put Morricone on."

"Who?"

"Your family is Italian and you don't know Morricone? He was an Italian composer, Leo." She shook her head. "Neverless, sex should be meaningful. Not just a 5 minute thing in the set's disabled toilet cubicle."

"How do you know about that?" Leo gasped, turning the music up and allowing the graceful melodies to pour from the speakers.

"I just do."

She stared into his eyes. Six months of friendship was going to end right here. There is no way they could turn back after this.

"Now, the next important thing to note is consent. I- Don't roll your eyes at me Leo: It is crucial to give and receive consent first."

Kate removed his hands from his shoulders, taking a deep breath to compose herself. "Leo, do I have your consent to have sex with you?"

"Of course."

"Are you sure? I'm not forcing you into this, okay? I took my hands away so I wouldn't cloud your judgement."

"Kate, have you not seen me? My dick is practically jumping out my boxers." He gazed into her eyes, longingly, with passion and adoration. He meant every word.