Cant Stop Thinking Abt The Headlock - Tumblr Posts
Can I get reader watching Leon work out. Just straight up watch him working out, sweat and all. And then he guides the readers hands over his body and reader is just gooey melting over it. And then they ask for a head lock.
your wish is my command!
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"Like what you see, sweetheart?" Leon asked smugly, cocking an eyebrow at you, effortlessly pumping the large dumbbells in both of his hands. His biceps bulged and flexed with every movement; effectively hypnotizing you. Normally, you didn't train with your partner in the DSO's large gym, mostly because your job didn't require you to have a daily workout regime. Most of the time, you only followed the blond agent to the gym to watch him get hot and sweaty before your eyes. You were a simple person, what could you say? Your cheeks flushed with heat as you nodded your head dumbly, you thought your mouth was watering at the sight of the delicious man in front of you. He smirked, putting down the weights and gesturing to you with a come-hither. Tentatively, you walked closer to Leon, and one of his hands circled around your wrist. Your knees almost buckled as he placed your hand over his firm left pectoral muscle. His tight, black muscle shirt was damp with sweat underneath your palm, his heart pounding against his chest. You could feel his breath huffing against you as your other hand pressed against his chest as well. Curiously, you trailed your hands down his torso, feeling his abs, before being stopped by the elastic waistband of his sweatpants. Once stopped, you graced your fingers back up his body, now feeling up his shoulders, biceps, and his forearms. Leon shivered in delight at your touch, a small groan exiting his pink lips. "Careful, if you touch me like that, things might get a little sticky here." You laughed, both hands wrapping around his arm muscles and squeezing. They were squishy enough to slightly give under your grip but firm enough to combat the pressure. Then, with an amused chuckle, Leon flexed his arm, completely nulling the squishiness. Without another word, you looked up at your boyfriend, your face flushed and your heart pounding. "Headlock." The blond quirked an eyebrow, "what?" "Put me in a headlock." You squeezed his arm. "Please?" Cautiously, he wrapped his arm around your neck and throat, pulling your body flush against his. You squealed in delight, feeling his pulsing bicep around your neck, but not too tightly. The scent of his sweat, Old Spice deodorant, and testosterone-riddled musk made your brain spin. The slight deficiency in oxygen made your heart pound, as you melted into his arm. You swore you could hear the blood rushing through his veins. "Fuck, Leon-" you groaned, heat flooding your mind. "Let's go to the locker room, doll." The agent's voice rumbled in your ear. "I think there are some other parts of me you'd wanna feel." ---