𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭𝔂| 𝗜𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝟯

His Treasure| Request

AN: This request features a reader who's in their early 20s and an older Leon. She's at the bar drowning her sorrows from a breakup, and he's there recovering from a mission. When they meet passion flares and sparks fly, but is their relationship short lived?

PS, cue Isabel LaRosa's Older🤭

(Tesoro mio- my treasure)

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I sit at the bar, ordering my third drink of the night. I keep scolling through my phone, deleting all the photos of my ex and what I thought was the happiest time of my life. I huff at myself, hating how much I loved him and how easy it was for him to trick me into thinking he was the one, despite him already being in a relationship. And engaged.

When the bartender slides me my drink, he also begins talking to someone who's took the seat next to me. Great, now I can't even cry whilst sitting here feeling sorry for myself. I turn my head and look at the figure, only for my breath to catch at the sight of him. He's all mood and brood, with shiny dark hair and a few days worth of stubble. He looks like trouble, and I'm not looking for that right now.

I grab my drink, already sliding out of my seat to move, but the man turns to me, brows knitting together in concern. "Sorry, I didn't realise you wanted space. I can move over if you want?" He offers. I stop, assessing his genuine care and not that fake persona.

Seeing he really means no harm, I wave a hand in dismissal and sit back down. "It's okay, sit wherever you want." I force a smile as the man receives his drink, already downing it. He orders another, and drinks at in one mouthful too. Whilst I'm trying to mind my own business, I can't help but to keep sneaking looks at him, watching as he leans his elbows on the bar, sighing as he runs a hand over his face.

"I've had that kind of day too." I blurt out, cursing myself after for going against my original intentions; sitting alone and drinking until I feel better.

The man's lips quirk up as he shifts a little closer now I've opened up for conversation. "Yeah? Wanna tell me about it sweetheart?" His voice deepens, unintentionally sending a shiver of pleasure down my spine. This handsome man right here, is a man. I bet his girlfriend or wife receives the best princess treatment, and he probably makes sure she comes first in bed too.

A faint blush covers my cheeks at the direction of my thoughts, and by the way he's looking at me with a hint of amusement he knows it too. I clear my throat, fingers gathering the condensation on my glass as I shrug. "I found out my boyfriend has been cheating on me. Kind of. He's already got a fiancée at home, which I had no idea about."

The man's lips thin, as if he's actually angry on my behalf. "Bastard. Guess he wasn't ever taught how to treat a woman. It's not worth crying over, there's more men out there waiting for you."

I scoff, bringing my drink to my lips. "Seems like I'm only attracting boys."

The man chuckles, which only makes me laugh too. His hand pats my knee as he leans in, quietly whispering "You're a very pretty girl, I know at least one man who's interested in you."

My breath catches at his implication, but before I can say anything he's pulling away, smiling into his glass. I watch, completely obsessed with this man who makes me feel like a woman, and not some side fling. It's dangerous being attracted to him, but maybe I retract my earlier statement, maybe I do want some trouble after all...

That's how I end up in his bed hours later, eyes glazed from the alcohol and voice strained from screaming out his name. I was right about my guess, Leon put my pleasure first and didn't even have to ask if I came. He definitely knew from the way I arched my back like a demon and clawed his arms to shreds, my nail imprints still visible.

I lie in Leon's arms, his fingers tracing shapes on my hip bone as I breathe him in, smelling his cologne and mint. His stubble tickles my forhead, making me smile as he purposely rubs it on me. It felt divine between my thighs.

"I had a really great time tonight." I mumble, sitting up and pulling his duvet over my bare body. Leon's brow arches as he sits up with me, having no shame about his nakedness.

"You're not leaving, are you?" He asks, reaching out to gently grab my chin, tipping it up to meet his gaze.

I glance away, lips parting. I didn't know he'd want me for longer, I figured he's too cool for a younger girl like me to stay longer then needed. "I-" I lead off, unsure what to say.

"Tesoro mio," he murmurs, lips pressing to mine, "this wasn't some meaningless fling to me. I meant what I said, I'm interested in you, and I want to keep this thing going between us. But if you're not ready..."

I shake my head, lips curving as I cup his jaw, "I want to keep this going to."

He nods, moving his head suddenly as his teeth nip the tips of my fingers. I giggle as he wraps an arm around my back and lies back down, pulling me on top of him. "Let me take you out for dinner tomorrow night, then maybe we'll actually get to talk." He asks, hands roaming my sides until he grabs a fistful of my ass, squeezing as I moan.

"Mhm, okay." I smile, kissing his neck, his chest, lower and lower until my mouth is too full to talk.

Four Years Later

"Sweetheart, I'm home!" Leon calls out. I try to stand from the sofa, waddling over to him as my hand rests on my pregnant belly.

"Hi honey, did you get what I asked for?" I ask, peeking into the shopping bag. Leon makes a noise of agreement, then grabs my hips, kneeling down in front of me as he presses his lips to my stomach.

"Were you a good boy looking after your mom?" Leon grins up at me. I nod in reply, my ringed hand reaching down to ruffle Leon's hair.

"Yeah, he's been good. Only kicked a few times." I yawn, then grab the snacks I asked Leon to get me as I head back to the sofa, this time with my husband trailing behind me. I yawn again, laying down as Leon switches on the electric fire of our apartment and grabs me a blanket, draping it over my legs before he comes and sits next to me, his arm draping over my shoulders.

"I love you, tesoro mio." Leon whispers, smiling fondly at me.