Nothing's on the Radio Part 8
Best Friend's Dad!AU Season 2
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Pairings: Leon Kennedy x F!Reader
Synopsis: You and Leon have been dating for about six months, and it’s been going great. You’re about to move in together with talks of starting a family. Just when life was going your way, Leon was caught in an explosion, receiving a severe high-grade concussion. Losing his memory of the last eight months, you now get to remind the man you loved that he loves you, along with some of your favorite moments together.
Warnings: language, alternate universe, post RE9 Leon, possible game spoilers, no use of Y/N, no details about reader appearance, backstory is set, porn with plot, cute amnesia, age difference (20 years), Daddy-kink, unprotected sex (do not do this if you love use a glove), rough vaginal sex (all consensual), vaginal sex, oral sex (m & f recieving), fluffy angst, Leon is badly hurt, no character deaths, oc character (Leon’s daughter, Alena, is back), breast play, cock warming, and possibly more.
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The next morning, you and Leon made breakfast: Leon cooked, and you made orange juice and set the table. He was just finishing up the French toast when the doorbell rang. Looking at the time, you saw 9:45 am. Swallowing, you realized you had fifteen minutes left of the life you’ve known your whole life. As the idea swam through your mind, Leon kissed your temple, pulling you into his arms.
“You got this,” he whispered.
Nodding, you inhaled him before going to answer the door. “Hey, CC. Right on time.” Even to your own ears, the welcome sounded forced.
“Oh, breakfast,” Claire smiled. “Smells delicious.”
“Yeah, French toast, bacon, eggs, sausage, and orange juice,” you say, closing the door.
“No coffee?” Chris asked.
“Sorry, no. Since I can’t have caffeine, we got rid of it,” you tell him.
“That makes sense,” Chris nodded, walking towards the kitchen.
Going off of his own stiff shoulders and tight muscles, Chris also felt the gravity of the morning as deeply as you. Leon and Claire controlled most of, if not all, the conversation, while you and Chris simply pushed food around your plates.
Taking a small bite of toast, you feel Leon’s hand grip your knee. Smiling at him, you place your hand over his. Looking at the time, 10:01 am. “She should have called by now,” you mutter.
“Baby, it’s barely ten, let’s give Abby five minutes before we start panicking,” Leon suggested, squeezing your knee again.
The entire table quieted down, simply staring at the clock. Two more minutes go by, then Chris’s phone finally rings. “It’s Abby.”
“Put it on speaker,” Leon said, pulling your chair and you against him.
“Hey, Abby, you’re on speaker,” Chris answered.
“Great, save me a phone call,” she said. “I have the results right here. Everyone ready?”
“As ever,” you whisper, knuckles turning white on Leon’s hand.
“Well, Chris, when it comes to your potential thirty-one-year-old daughter, you are the father,” Abby said in an over-the-top Maury Povich voice, obviously trying to lighten the life-changing news she delivered.
Your entire world ground to a halt. You had a father. You had a dad. Your dad was sitting across the table from you right now. What were you supposed to do now? Were you supposed to hug him? Is this where he teaches you how to change a tire and all those other things a father was supposed to teach a daughter?
“Baby? Baby?” Leon’s voice came from far away. “Baby, I need you to breathe for me.”
Leon’s face appeared in your vision, his hands anchoring to the reality as your world slowly returned to spinning. “That’s it, baby, breathe with me, in” deep breath “and out” long breath out. Taking a moment to breathe with Leon allowed the world to return to focus and your body to stop trying to decide which door or window made for the best escape.
“I’m okay now,” you whisper, realizing you now sit on Leon’s lap.
Tucking your hair behind your ear, Leon gave you a few more precious minutes of just you and him before you face your birth father. “You got this,” he whispered, kissing you.
“I got this,” you agree, inhaling his scent before looking to find Chris having a similar panic attack across the table from you.
“So I guess this makes us family,” you whisper as if speaking too loudly could shatter what feeble relationship was building between you and the Redfields.
“Officially,” Claire responds. “We’ve been family with Leon for years now.”
“Guess this means I can call you sis,” Leon joked with Claire.
“Or maybe you now have to ask Chris for his permission to marry his daughter,” she tried to joke.
Leon ran his hand up your spine, keeping you grounded as he shook his head at Claire. “Not yet, sis.”
“So you are my father,” you finally speak to Chris.
“Yes, I am,” he nodded.
“What does this mean?” you ask.
“Whatever you want it to,” Chris answered. “While I would love to get to know you as my daughter and get to know my potential grandchild, I won’t force anything on you.”
“But what is it that you want, Chris?” Leon asked, knowing you needed solid answers.
“I want to be a part of your life,” he answered, catching the hint. “I want to be there for you and the baby.”
Licking your lips, you look at your lap before getting off of Leon and leaving the room. You needed a minute to breathe away from everyone, away from expectations, away from everything.
“Baby,” Leon called.
Kicking off your slippers, not bothering with real shoes, you pull the front door open and start running down the street. The air is too solid in the house. You had to get somewhere else. The air will be easier to breathe somewhere else.
“Baby!” Leon called, easily catching up with you. “Baby, you need to stop.”
“No,” you shake your head, even as Leon pulls you to a stop. “It can’t go back in there. It’s too real. It’s too much. I don’t want to handle it. I can’t handle it right now.”
“Two things are happening: I’m coming with you, and you’re putting on your running shoes,” Leon said, holding up your running shoes.
“You’re not going to make me face him right now?” you ask, in complete surprise.
“No,” Leon shook his head. “I know finding out he’s your father is a lot. If you can’t face him right now, then we won’t.”
“Really? You’ll go back in there and ask them to leave?” you ask, pointing at the house.
“Yes,” Leon nodded, taking your face in his free hand. “I’ll tell them you need time to process this, and you’ll call him when you’re ready.”
“Chris will accept that? Claire will be okay with it?” you ask, gripping his waist.
“Yes,” he nodded again. “They’ll be fine with it.”
“Okay,” you nod, pressing yourself against him. “I’ll wait here.”
“Why don’t you wait in the backyard?” Leon suggested, tucking you under his chin and holding you tightly against him. You could feel your body shake against Leon’s strong, solid form. Tears welling up in your eyes, you screw them shut, letting your senses narrow to Leon. With him, nothing would happen to you. You knew with him, you were safe.
After you calmed down enough, you walked to the backyard while Leon told the Redfields you needed time to process everything. Legs pulled up to your chest, you watched some birds in a nearby tree until Leon stepped back out.
“They’re gone,” he said, taking a seat and pulling you to his lap.
“Thank you,” you whisper, laying your head on his shoulder.
Neither of you said anything as you sat on the back porch, letting the songs of the birds fill the air around you.
***
Later that day, you and Leon were watching TV when a beer commercial came on, reminding you how you wanted to remind Leon of how you two met. “We need to go to the bar tonight.”
Leon raised his eyebrows. “Do I need to remind you that you’re pregnant?”
“No,” you shake your head, laughing. “To remind you how we met.”
“Ah,” Leon nodded. “Are you sure you want to do that tonight? I know today’s been a lot.”
“Yes,” you nodded, already standing. “I want to do it tonight, because of everything. Plus, it’s been about me for too long. You simply being you, I keep forgetting you don’t remember everything, and I hate that. So get us a hotel room somewhere fancy. We’re going to get a memory back tonight and create a new one.”
“Baby, this can wait,” Leon started, but you shook your head.
“No, stop thinking about me and start thinking about yourself,” you step up to him. “I am going to pick up at a bar tonight. Show you how I did it. Hear me, Kennedy?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he smirked, kissing you.
A couple of hours later, Leon already sat at the bar waiting for you while you got ready in the room. You didn’t want him getting a sneak peek and ruining the surprise. Checking yourself out in the mirror, you grinned at how big and perky your boobs looked in your black see-through, except for some expertly placed pasties, corset top. It’s definitely tighter than you remember, and your boobs spilled out more, but nothing that Leon wouldn’t enjoy watching coming towards him. Spinning one more time, you winked at your sexy self, then made your way downstairs to the bar.
Heels clicking on the floor, you glance around and find the usual lineup. Businessmen looking to drink off a bad day or celebrate a good day. The bar usuals on their fourth or fifth drink of the night. The tourists, looking to hook up while on a ‘business trip’. There in his usual corner, perfect view of the entire establishment, sat your man, dark eyes already scanning you up and down. Ignoring all the others and their lustful looks, you saunter over to Leon.
“Mind if I have a seat?” you ask, already sliding onto the stool next to him.
“Not at all,” he said, using that low, deep voice that sent tears dripping down your thighs.
“Let me guess, scotch, Johnnie Walker?” you ask, catching him licking his lips while staring at your chest.
“Correct,” he smiled, eyes meeting yours.
“Another for the gentleman,” you motion to the bartender. “On me.”
“A woman who knows her scotch? I’m surprised,” he said, eyes darkening with each passing moment.
“I’m a woman of many surprises,” you smile, pushing your drink towards Leon. “Cheers.”
As Leon took a sip, another man slid himself between the two of you. “Hello, beautiful. What are you doing with this old guy? You should come home with me. I can show you a good time, all night.”
Tilting your head, you look him up and down. Finding him severely lacking, you met his gaze, knowing your eyes looked as bored as you felt. “Yes, you might be able to stay erect all night, but this man can make a girl cum at least four times, using only his tongue. What’s your record?”
“I’ll make you drip, sweetheart,” he said, reaching to touch you.
“He already has,” you say, slapping his hand away. “Get lost.”
“Bitch,” the man muttered.
Rolling your eyes, you find Leon glaring at the guy. “Oh, don’t let him ruin our night,” you say, using one finger to pull Leon’s attention back to you. “He’s some boy. I’m looking for a man tonight. Could you be him? Daddy?” you whisper right in his ear.
“I have a room upstairs,” he said, hand running up your thigh.
“After you,” you say, taking his offered hand. Sliding your breasts against Leon, you step off the stool. The growl in your ear makes your pussy drench your panties. “Such a gentleman.”
“Is that what you want? A gentleman?” he asked, he growled in your ear.
“No,” you whisper back.
Putting a hundred on the bar, Leon leads you through the bar and towards the private elevator with only his hand on the small of your back.
“Your own elevator?” you ask, peeking behind yourself at him.
“I enjoy my privacy,” he said, biting your ear, pulling your body flush to his, his erection pressing against your ass. “Your body is driving me wild.”
Smirking, you ground your ass against Leon’s cock, wringing out a guttural moan from the man behind you.
“Is that how my baby likes to play?” he asked, running his hand across your breasts down your body. Cupping your pussy, Leon lifts you and grinds his cock against your ass as you both wait for the elevator. “I’ll play.”
Rolling your eyes back in sheer pleasure, you knew Leon could feel how wet you were, and fuck if that didn’t turn you on further. The ding of the elevator reminded you of the next few steps in your plan. Stepping out of his hold, you turn to see Leon’s pupils blown with lust. Grabbing him by the belt loops, you pull him into the elevator. As if on queue, Leon grabs you by the neck and crashes your lips to his. Holding onto his shoulders, you let Leon’s tongue invade your mouth as he hauls you up, so you can wrap your legs around his waist. Never breaking the kiss, Leon presses you against the elevator walls and grounds his hard cock against your dripping pussy.
Whining into the kiss, you rut your pussy as hard as you can against Leon’s cock. Frustrated at the amount of clothes between you, you pull Leon’s button-up shirt out of his slacks.
“Don’t worry, baby girl,” Leon growls as the elevator doors open. “Daddy’s going to make you feel so good.”
“I need you, Daddy,” you moan, arching your back as he lays you down on a nearby table. “Fuck me, Daddy.”
“In due time,” Leon replied, running his hand between your breasts. “Set up, baby girl.”
Doing as instructed, you start to bite, kiss, and suck along Leon’s jaw, stopping to leave your mark on his neck. Mind already going foggy and filling with Leon, you still didn’t notice how easily he removes your corset and pasties in one go.
Tilting his neck to give you better access, you press your now naked breasts against Leon’s clothed chest, and keep up sucking on his neck. Once satisfied with your work, you sit back to admire your handiwork.
“Now everyone will know you’re mine,” you smirk up at Leon.
Gripping you by the throat, Leon laid you back down on the table. Arching your back, giving him a better view of your breasts, you felt him run his fingertips down your throat, trace each breast, pinch your nipples, before sliding down to open the top of your jeans. “Lift.”
Using his thighs as leverage, you lift your hips so he can take off your jeans and panties. “Already so wet for me,” Leon growled, taking in the sight of your dripping pussy. “Bet I could slam my cock into you right now, and you’d scream in pleasure.”
“Please,” you beg. “I need your cock. Please, Daddy. I need your cock.”
“Not yet,” Leon smirked, kneeling between your legs. “I’m going to taste you first. Remember, baby, keep your eyes on me.”
“Yes, Daddy,” you whimper, as he licks your pussy folds.
Licking his lips, Leon dove into your pussy, sucking on your clit. Spreading your legs out for Leon, you sit up for a better view of the man eating you out like a man starved, and you were his first meal. You could feel his tongue fucking you, as he pressed his nose into your clit repeatedly sending shocks of pleasure up your spine. Inserting two fingers, he curled them immediately pressing your G-spot, making you buck against his face.
“There, Leon,” you moan, rutting our pussy into his face. “Right there.”
Sucking on your clit, Leon kept stroking that sponge part deep inside you, making your eyes roll back, and thighs shake from the pleasure. “Cum on my face, baby,” Leon commanded, sending vibrations through your clit and up your spine, taking you closer to the edge. A couple of swipes from his fingers, and you screamed his name to the ceiling, your juices covering his face. You thought Leon would stand at this point, but no, he kept licking your juices before going back to tongue fucking you.
“L-Leon?” you stutter, pleasure already building as he presses his nose into your clit.
“You told that guy I can make you cum at least four times with only tongue,” he said, licking your folds, before his dark eyes met yours. “I’m going to make you cum at least five times before I’m done.”
“But your … knees,” you gasp as he sucks on your clit.
Shaking his head, Leon licked your clit twice. “I’m fine.”
“Th-the bed,” you point weakly, whining as Leon goes back to fucking you with his tongue. “Better.”
Gripping your thighs in response, Leon drank down your juices as he massaged your clit with his thumb.
“Your back,” you try one more time, but your concerns fell on deaf ears.
Pressing himself deeper into your pussy, Leon did not stop eating you out until you came five more times from only his tongue, nose, and fingers.
By the time Leon kissed your thighs, signalling he was done, you were a moaning, dripping mess, completely drunk on his tongue. You weren’t so far gone as to miss Leon wincing and holding his back as he stood. Still shaking from all the orgasms, you sat up, making your pussy spasm again.
Gripping Leon’s forearms, you shake your head. “You hurt yourself.”
“Worth it,” Leon grinned. “That fucker couldn’t do what I just did.”
“But you hurt yourself,” you point out. “Was it really worth it?”
Inserting two fingers into you, making your hips jerk, Leon smirked, licking those fingers clean. “Oh yes. Seeing your body react to my touch like this. Worth all the pain in the world.”
“Well then, mister,” you pant, trying to glare at him. “What do we do now?”
Leon pulled you into a furious kiss, your tongues diving into each other. “Now you ride me,” he growls.
“Then take off your pants, and sit on the couch,” you say, biting his lips.
After removing his pants, Leon helped you off the table, catching you when it seemed your legs wouldn’t hold. “I’m good,” you nod, pushing him onto a nearby couch. “Now you are to sit there. Understand?”
“Yes, m’lady,” Leon nodded, spreading his legs for you.
Kneeling between his legs, you nuzzle your face into Leon’s cock and balls before licking him from balls to tip. Taking his tip into your mouth, you hollow out your cheeks, precum coating your tongue. Eyes meeting Leon’s, you hold your tongue out to show off the cum, before swallowing.
“Fuck,” he growled, but to his credit, did not take control just yet.
Taking his cock back in your mouth, you start bobbing your head. Using one hand to massage his balls, and the other to stroke the half not in your mouth, you felt your pussy juices drip onto the carpet from the moans leaving Leon’s mouth. Taking him in deeper, you feel Leon take your hair into a makeshift ponytail. Looking up at him, you bob your head and squeeze his balls a few more times before flattening your tongue. Placing both hands on his thighs, you signal to Leon that he can fuck your mouth.
“Baby,” he growled, thrusting his hips into your mouth, his cock going deeper into your throat. Looking up at the man you loved, you saw his head thrown back in utter pleasure, hair plastered to his forehead, and the veins on his neck popping out. Pressing his hips into the couch, you take control back and begin to fuck your own mouth on his cock. Precum filled your mouth, and rolled down the back of your throat, the longer you let Leon fuck your mouth.
When his cock began to twitch in your throat, he pulled you off with a pop. “As much as cumming down your throat is amazing, I want you to bounce on my cock tonight.”
Grinning, you straddle Leon’s hips and take his hard, thick cock in your hands. “You just love watching my boobs bounce.”
“You’re not wrong,” he smirked, licking his lips as you started to sink onto his cock.
“Every time, you stretch me so wide,” you moan, taking him further into your pussy. “Ruined me for every other cock but yours.”
Growling at the idea of anyone else trying to touch you, Leon slams you completely on his cock in one move, making you scream his name in pleasure to the walls and dig your nails into his shoulders. “I own this pussy,” he growled, thrusting into your pussy with each word. Understand?”
Pleasure was building like a wildfire in your body; you could only nod with each thrust.
“Say it,” Leon commanded, fingers digging so deep into your hips to leave bruises. “Who do you belong to?”
“You,” you answer, moaning as he makes your bounce on his cock.
“Who gets to fuck this pussy?” he demanded.
“Only you,” you whine, body completely submitting to Leon.
“Good answer,” he growled, sucking on your neck as he thrusts into you and bounces you on his cock at the same brutal pace.
Something about the angle and the amazing brutality had you cumming on Leon’s cock without warning. Squeezing his cock with your pussy, Leon hardly broke pace, fucking you through your orgasm.
“Can my baby do that again?” he whispered in contrast to his rough actions.
“Yes,” you whimper, nails digging into Leon’s shoulders seeking purchase, as your world narrowed to Leon and how amazing his cock felt. “More, a little more,” you whine, the pleasure reaching its fever pitch. Leon biting into your breast, and you came once more, your pussy juices covering Leon’s cock and thighs.
Pussying spasming around his cock, and your beautiful whines in his ears, Leon came with two more thrusts into your pussy, screaming your name to the ceiling.
Pussy beyond stimulated, and keeping you locked on his cock, you came a third time from every cock twitch and squirt of cum. “Leon,” you moaned, voice going hoarse from the night's events.
Wrapping his arms around you. “I remember,” he finally said after taking two minutes to simply breathe.
“What do you remember?” you ask, head not moving from his shoulder, and pussy still quivering around his softening cock.
“When we met,” he answered, running his fingertips along your spine. “I remember everything about that night. I also remember thinking this woman is going to make me rethink everything.”
Forcing yourself up to look him in the eye, you ask. “What do you mean?”
Smiling Leon pushed your sweat-plastered hair out of your face. “The next morning, when I saw you coming down the hotel stairs, realizing who you were, something inside me knew in that moment you would make me rethink everything I wanted in life.”
“And?” you ask, smiling.
“You make me happier than I have ever been,” he answered, kissing you. “You are my safe place, my happy place, my home.”
Feeling love fill your whole being, you say, “You are my sanity. You are my clarity. You are my family. You are my home.”
