The Council. Part Five.
Pairings: Leon S. Kennedy x reader
Story idea: What if Umbrella won and the world was forever changed into a dystopian hell where our favorite protagonists joined the evil they once fought against?
Warnings: Arranged marriage trope!! This is 18+ because there is A LOT of smut and language. There is also a reference to violence. Please do not read if you're under 18.
Please note that the dark!Leon warning has been removed from this story as that's no longer how I want my story to go <3
Tag list: @luvlcastellan11, @palomitauli, @beyondtheveil-ginasfs
Part Four
Part Five:
My hands clung so tightly to the comforter of our bed that my fingers hurt. Each tendon aches to the point of feeling like it could snap at any moment. My breathing was uneasy, small gasps falling from my lips with his every thrust forward. I’d been on my knees for Leon for well over an hour, his gloved hands holding onto my hips as he thrusted in and out of me. He was due to work in 45 minutes, but he didn’t seem to care about time as he railed into me at a punishing pace.
“Good. Fucking. Girl.”
He rasps into my ear as my focus on maintaining our position wavers for a moment. My knees were so fucking tired, but I kept myself where he wanted me. My eyes flutter closed when he gives my ass a firm squeeze, his cock angling inside of me to reach new depths. I moan at the sensation, he felt so good inside of me. The sensation of him was indescribable.
So Fucking Good.
He breathes deep, lips at the side of my head. He kisses me and hums into my ear, his panting mixing with my own. My heart feels like it can burst at how intimate he feels in this moment. My beautiful monster gave me one moment of affection that was deeper than fucking.
“Do you want to cum, princess?”
He asks, lips lingering at my ear. I feel that familiar tightness in the pit of my stomach; the urge to spill over is undeniable. I tilt my head into him, his lips soft as he kisses me again.
“Only if you fill me to the brim, Leon.”
My words are oddly confident, my wishes being vocally known instead of being kept inside my mind. He chuckles darkly, lips trailing the side of my face for a moment before he pulls back. I feel his grip tighten on my hips. His thrusting picks up speed, cock deeper still. It almost felt like he was going to split me in half.
Oh, but what a way to go.
He thrusts faster, my walls contracting around his cock as he pushes me over the edge. I cum hard as he does the same, his cock pushing his seed further into my starved cunt. Taking every last drop he spares me as if he won’t fuck me again. He continues thrusting, but he slows with every twitch of his cock, until he stills completely. Once we’ve both finished, he pulls out, and I finally allow myself to ease up on my grip of the comforter. My knees give way, and buckle as I fall into the bed.
“Are you alright?” He asks, concern briefly showing in his words as his hands check me over. I was fine, but my legs were sore; I wasn’t used to that position yet.
“I’m okay, just not used to you fucking me like that. You’ll have to keep it up until I build some endurance.”
He looks over at me with a smirk, lying on the bed across from me. His gloved fingers tuck some of my curly hair behind my ear. I smile at him and giggle when he leans forward to kiss my lips. The ease of my laugh makes him laugh too. A few nights ago, I wouldn’t have felt safe enough to giggle in front of my husband. Let alone enjoy this gentle bond that I felt building between us. He draws back after breaking the kiss, eyes soft.
“I think your laugh might be one of the best sounds I’ve ever heard.”
I smile, my cheeks going red at the words.
“You’re a flirt, Mr. Kennedy.”
I whisper, my left hand reaching out to touch him. I trace the line of his jaw and watch as his eyes close at the touch. I find myself wishing that this moment between us didn’t have to end, but when I look at the clock on the nightstand, I know that it has to. My husband now only had 25 minutes to get to work.
“You’ve got to get going…”
I state faintly, pulling my hand away from his face. He breathes a sigh, watching me sit up in the bed. He was mostly dressed for work. His agent's gear from the waist up was pristine; his gloved hands and tight navy blue Henley only exaggerated his muscles further. He was dressed from the waist down as well, until he decided I looked like I needed a good fuck. Now his pants pooled at his feet, his boots still on. He’d been lying next to me on the bed, his legs hanging off the side, so he didn’t wear his shoes in our bed.
My eyes move from his to his cock, the mixture of our arousals shining along his member. I smile to myself, shooting him a glance.
“... Lie on your back. I need to clean you off before you put your pants back on.”
His smirk grows at the command, and he complies without a question. I crawl across the bed, bridging the small gap between myself and his cock. I do not look at him when I take him into my mouth and begin to lick him clean. A sharp groan escapes him while my tongue dances along the length of him. I sigh when I feel his gloved hands in my hair, weaving in the strands. He starts to get hard as I clean him off, and I can’t help the satisfaction that swells within me. I liked knowing that I turned him on. It turned me on, too.
“Fuck, princess…” He starts, his cock harder still as my tongue works him up. I feel each vein, each curve, and the salty-sweet taste of us. A moan escapes me at the taste, the evidence that we’d both come apart together. The sound I make earns a firm pull of my hair. Our eyes lock as I finish cleaning what was and make room for what will be coming at any moment. I guide one of my hands to fondle his balls, his breathing more uneven.
“... So fucking good with your mouth. Fuck-”
He doesn’t finish his sentence because my tongue has slid over the tip of his cock. His hips lift from the bed, my mouth working him up more and more. He looks so beautiful beneath me, his eyes are closed as he focuses on how I make him feel. Until, after a few more minutes, he finally cums in my mouth. Warm, salty, and sweet tastes are hitting me all at once. I lick him up and swallow every drop he gives me before releasing his cock from my mouth with a ‘pop’. I lick my lips and give him an innocent look as I stand up from the bed. The clock behind us now says 7:00 am, and I knew Sarah would wake at any moment.
His eyes follow my naked form, watchful as I put on my black silk robe.
“You’re going to be late, Leon.”
I state through a wicked smile, his eyes dark with desire once more. He didn’t have to work every day, but some days he had to attend events for Wesker’s council leaders. Not everyone in the council was a leader, but the ones who needed security, and that’s where Leon came in. He sits up, hair slightly out of place from our activities this morning. I find myself walking across the room and running my fingers through his hair as I put it back into place.
“Thanks, princess.”
He states gruffly, voice laced with a desire to continue our time together. But he knew the price for being late, so he ignored his desires and stood up from the bed. He lifts his pants, up his legs, and conceals his cock in his boxers before buttoning his pants. Leon’s hand reaches for me, pulling me in against his chest, lips back to mine. I feel him squeeze my ass before he pulls back away, eyes hazy with want.
“Thankfully, work is only five minutes away.”
He whispers, nuzzling his nose against mine. I nod, still anxious about him being late and what that would mean for him if Wesker found out. Seeming to read my mind, he finally moves his body from my own. Walking across the room. When he opens the door to our room, I hear Sarah’s faint cries start from the baby monitor. Without missing a beat, I follow behind him. He stops at her bedroom door, hands on the knob so he can open it for me. The second I walk inside and Sarah sees me, she stops crying, her small hands outstretched towards me.
“Mama.”
She whimpers, big tears on her face as I walk towards her bed. I pull her into my arms and wrap her in an embrace. Leon stays in the doorway, eyes soft. He’d kept his distance from her since we brought her home. Watched from a safe distance, fear on his face as if he was afraid he’d hurt her.
“(y/n). It’s supposed to be a lovely day outside today. I think it would be a good idea for you to play outside with Sarah. There’s a surprise that I put together back there. Claire and I spent a good amount of time building it, and I know Sarah will love it.”
Sarah looks at Leon with a small smile, giving him a little wave. He smiles slightly, waving back before staring back at me one final time.
“I don’t know how long the event will be, but I’ll see you both later. If you need me, Claire knows how to contact me.”
He doesn’t wait for a response before turning away from us. I hear his feet descend the stairs and the front door open and close. I mentally pray that he gets to work on time, but try not to let it eat at me. He’d been a council member for years; he knew the rules, and I knew he wouldn’t risk Sherry. He’d get there, and everything would be fine.
Sarah looks up at me, our gazes meeting when I stop looking at the doorway my husband had stood at.
“Come on, little one, let's make you some breakfast.”
-
Claire meets us downstairs for breakfast, and a stack of chocolate chip pancakes sits on the kitchen island. She has orange and apple juice out as well. She looks at Sarah’s face when we first walk in and smiles.
“Good morning Sarah.” She outstretches her arms to take her from me, kissing her head when I hand her off. The past few days, we’d fallen into a pattern of Claire taking Sarah so I could get ready for the day. But I almost always missed eating with them; I’d get stuck eating by myself while Claire took Sarah to the living room to play. But Wesker’s rules were absolute. I was a wife, and wives had to be ready and made up when they were up for the day.
“Hey, Claire? Do you think I could join you guys in the living room?”
Her eyes lock with mine, a look of regret falling over her face.
“Of course you can! Why would you think you couldn’t?” She asks, sympathy in her eyes. I don’t know what it was that made me feel like I couldn’t join them. Or if it was because so much of my life was now laid out for me. I was told what to do and how to be to make others happy. To fit Wesker’s mold and fulfill his rules. With Claire, I didn’t have to do that.
“I’m sorry. I am just trying to make sure I do everything that is expected of me, and I didn’t think I could ask.”
My explanation feels silly when I say it out loud, but Claire only smiles at me as if she understands exactly what I meant. Because Claire knows the complexity of this situation we exist in. She walks to me while continuing to hold onto Sarah. Claire places her head on my shoulder as she breathes in a deep sigh.
“You never have to worry about me (y/n). You want to eat breakfast in the living room while Sarah plays? You can! You don’t have to run anything by me. I’m sorry that I didn’t think of asking you before. I have my own set of things that have been expected of me, and I didn’t think to ask either.”
I lay my head atop hers and smile to myself. She reminded me of my sister. The only friend to be by my side through this entire life change. I sigh after a minute and pull back to look at her.
“I’m glad we have each other.”
I feel vulnerable saying this to Claire, but the mirrored expression she gives me tells me I’m not alone. In her arms, Sarah looks between the two of us, eyes wide. The three of us were the lesser sex in Wesker’s world, but in this room, I felt like we were more than our assigned roles. I was hopeful that this meant something more. Like we stood a chance at some semblance of normalcy within this evil world.
“I’m glad we have each other, too. Now get ready, and we’ll meet you in the living room.”
I nod in agreement, giving Sarah a little wave goodbye before making a quick exit to the shower. I’d gotten getting ready down to a science in my month of being married to Leon. I could shower, dry my hair, dress, and do my makeup in 45 minutes, and today was no different. 45 minutes later, I enter the living room in my two-piece plaid blue dress. The top was cropped with a sweetheart neckline, and the bottom was a high-waisted skirt. I find Claire and Sarah sitting on the floor at the coffee table, Sarah dancing along to a song playing on the TV. Her small body is dancing in place while she eats her chocolate chip pancakes.
“Mama!”
She shouts excitedly when I walk into the living room, my black ballet flats silent on the hardwood floors. Claire laughs at Sarah’s excitement, pushing a third plate to me with a small glass of orange juice.
“Sarah! Are you enjoying your pancakes?”
I ask, sitting on the ground with her and Claire. Sarah cheers her pancake piece against mine, eyes bright when we both take our mutual bites.
“She adjusted to you so quickly. I was worried that it would be hard for her to settle in.”
Claire sounds awestruck when she sees that natural bond we had mere days after adopting her. It was weird, the fact that we bonded so quickly. But I was happy for it all the same, because I loved this little girl and I wanted to be her mama more than anything.
“I worried about that too, but she and I are solid. I’m more worried about Leon creating a bond with her. He seems like he’s afraid to go near her.”
I take a sip of my orange juice and watch Sarah dance happily while eating. I feel Claire’s mood shift at the mention of Leon, her gaze dark when I force myself to look upon her face. I knew they didn’t get along and that she didn’t like who he’d become in this new world run by awful people. I knew that he was a shell of what she’d once known him to be. I didn’t fault her for it, but I felt bad that their friendship had turned into this. She didn’t know what he did for the other children who ended up at the Feeder parties. And I wouldn’t be the one to tell her. He could do that himself if/when he felt the time was right to.
“I’m surprised he adopted her to begin with. I suppose he wanted to keep you happy. After all, you’re very good to him (y/n). I know you’ve had to be because of the people you want to protect, but I see how you look at him. I know you love him…”
She pauses, watching the way my cheeks redden at her words. I hadn’t told him I loved him yet, but apparently it was written all over my face.
“...I’m glad you love him. The old Leon deserved that love. I think he wants to make you happy. That makes your arrangement more bearable if you two get along. He’ll come around to Sarah, especially since you want to be her mama.”
I look to our daughter and nod. He would come around eventually. He just had to warm up to her. He’d wanted her too, and that meant something.
We finish our breakfast in relative silence, except for the TV playing music.
Once we were finished, Claire decided that she’d go do some cleaning around the house and insisted that Sarah and I go outside to see whatever surprise Leon had left for Sarah. I hold Sarah’s hand when we walk back towards the kitchen. The kitchen had a sliding glass door that led out to a back porch and a fenced-in backyard. In the past month, I’d never come out here, but I wish I had. The back porch was a nice size. Chairs lined a glass table, with an umbrella sticking out in the middle of it. There was a pool and a hot tub, neither of which I knew existed before this moment. I’d been kept in our room for the majority of my time living here. I was only allowed in the kitchen for meals, but I’d never dared to explore the home I’d moved to. I glance over to my right and am taken aback by the big playground that is shaped like a castle. Painted to look like a stone fortress, the castle was a big play area with swings and a slide. It was the most beautiful playground I’d ever seen. Sarah jumps up and down, pointing at it.
“Daddy!”
She pointed at the castle excitedly, her little hand leaving mine so she could take the three steps off the porch and run through the grass toward her gift. Her movements down the steps took a few seconds longer because she had to hold onto the railing while she made the trek down. I follow quickly behind her, laughing when she yells,
“Daddy!”
Again.
“Yes, Daddy and Auntie Claire built this for you!”
She giggles and beelines for the steps that allow her to climb up into the playground. She peers down at me through the window of the castle, waving down at me. There’s a joy on her face that I hope never leaves her. I can feel the tears prick my eyes as I watch her enjoying her gift. Leon had gotten her this, and because of him, this was one of the best days of her little life. He did this. The monster I loved had made her so happy.
I look from the playground to another table right next to it. A picnic table with the perfect view of Sarah as she starts playing with an imaginary friend. Talking in a language that I can’t understand, but her tone says it all. She’s so happy and excited. Her mind is enjoying her time here, and it’s beautiful to witness. I sigh and take a seat at the picnic table and watch her go. Her energy is impressive, but after an hour of playing, she is ready for her nap. She toddles over to me while rubbing her eyes, and I pick her up, fully expecting to be the one to take her in for her nap when I’m met by another person standing along the fence watching us. My heart skips a beat when I look at the man because I know who he is. Wesker’s slicked back hair, sunglasses, and fully black suit stare back at me. I don’t like being the object of his attention, but I merely smile and wave.
He nods, opening the back gate and entering the backyard with me. I hold Sarah’s sleepy body against mine, her head nestling into the crook of my neck.
“Your highness…” I whisper, curtsying before him.
“... To what do I owe the visit?”
I’m terrified as I feel his gaze fixate on me underneath his sunglasses. To my right, I hear the sliding door open and Claire’s quick footsteps on the porch. She says nothing as she takes Sarah from me and disappears back through the door she’d left through. With Sarah gone, I feel slightly better, but only slightly.
“Let’s have a seat.” He gestures for us to sit on the porch at the glass table. I stare back at him wordlessly, my body rigid with fear. But I know that I can’t deny his request, so I lead the way through the grass and up the stairs. I let him sit before I sit across from him, my breathing growing more erratic by the minute.
“You look like you’re settling in nicely.”
He states with false interest. He couldn't care less if I was settling in nicely.
“Yes, sir.” I say the words even though I feel frozen under his gaze. He knows I’m scared, and I can tell it amuses him by the way his lips tug into a cruel smile. Wesker pulls his glasses off his face and rests them on the table. His eyes glow as he stares back at me. I’d never seen his eyes before, only the glasses. Seeing him like this almost made him seem otherworldly.
His smirk grows at my thought.
“Oh, sweet girl, I know you’re terrified of me right now. I can hear your heart beating from here. I just wanted to check in on my favorite council member’s wife. Leon is one of the best and most effective members in my collection. I want him to be happy, so he keeps doing what I need. Are you making him happy?”
My breathing is uneven as we watch each other closely. Did I make Leon happy? I think I did. I think that he enjoyed himself with me. Lord knows I did my best to make him happy. But I couldn’t speak for the man I’d married. I was only just getting to know him, and I didn’t know how he felt about me. Aside from the fact that he said he cared.
“I think so. I do everything he wants.”
Wesker’s smile grows.
“And you’re fucking him daily?”
He asks, not caring about how uncomfortable the question makes me. The lack of boundaries instantly sets me on edge. That and the look in his eyes as his gaze drifts from my face to the cut of my dress, the sweetheart neckline earning a hum of appreciation. He doesn’t look from my breasts even when I speak in response to his question.
“Yes, sometimes multiple times a day.”
I feel so cheap under his gaze. Every bit the object he wanted me to be. He hums once in approval, gaze flicking back up to mine after he’s had a thorough look at my body.
“That’s a good girl…” He murmurs, eyes seeming to glow brighter. His praise makes me sick to my stomach. I only liked being called a good girl by my husband. A fact I’d learned within the last ten seconds. Wesker’s grin grows as if he’s turned on by my discomfort. He leans forward slightly, smirk taunting me.
“... tell me, does he know you’re in love with him?”
He asks, the cruel intent spreading all across his face when he sees the shock reflected on my own face. How did he know? The only one who knew was Claire. He sucks in a breath and leans back to study my face.
“I saw how you clung to him at my party. Only the wives who love their husbands cling the way you did. It’s sweet, really. Makes it a hell of a lot easier for your adopted daughter to adjust. It will make your own children more agreeable when it’s time.”
My brows furrow at his words.
What did he mean by when it’s time?
He doesn’t wait for me to question him when he responds:
“We will need compliant soldiers when it’s time (y/n). My council members will need to have control over their children so they can serve me and my interests in protecting our country. When they’re old enough, of course. So, yes, you being in love with Leon helps our cause greatly.”
The repopulation program, of course, that’s what he meant. His assumption of how I felt made me defensive, but when I attempted to respond to him, another voice interrupted.
“Wesker, sir. I had no idea you were stopping by for a visit.”
Leon’s voice is cold when he speaks from the sliding door. He walks out onto the porch and stands behind my chair, hands on my shoulders. I feel a chill move up my spine when he kisses the side of my head.
“I came to see how your wife is settling in. You should’ve seen her with your little girl out here. Truly, she will make a great mother.”
I feel myself stiffen at the words. How long had he been watching Sarah and me? Leon’s grip tightens on my shoulders.
“Yes, she will be. She’s already an effective wife.”
Effective? That was one way to put it.
Wesker’s smug expression grows.
“She told me you fuck multiple times a day. Seems you’ve made her your little cum slut after all. I knew you’d have her ready and willing in no time.”
My stomach drops at the words, my heart aching at the way he talks about me like I’m not there. I was so much more than a fuckable part of this world. Leon’s grip tightens further, but his thumbs start to massage small circles into my skin. As though he’s trying to comfort me. He leans down to kiss the side of my head.
“What can I say? I’m very persuasive. Aren’t I, princess?”
I lean into his touch and try to calm myself down.
“Y-Yes, sir.”
I whimper, our gazes locking for a brief moment when I look over at him. His face appears blank, but there’s a flicker of life in his eyes that I hold onto. I was probably reading into things, but that was the part of him I had a bond with. The only sign that the man I’d loved was in there while we had this conversation. Leon keeps his face up against the side of my head as he breathes me in.
I try my best not to focus on Wesker's eyes as they study my body's reaction to my husband. I lean as far into Leon as I can, my eyes fluttering closed when his lips move from the side of my head and down to my neck. I still feel Wesker's gaze, but I feel Leon's pull on me to be far more alluring. I take in a sharp inhale of breath when he starts to suck on my neck. The sound is audible and causes Wesker to chuckle.
"You're a receptive little thing, aren't you?"
He asks, my eyes opening just enough to catch him leaning forward at the table. His eyes were trained on me like I was the best show he's ever seen. I wish I wasn't turned on by my husband right now because I don't want the audience, but there is a part of me that doesn't care. I just want Leon to continue touching me. I ached for him.
"Yes."
I moan in response to his statement, my eyes fluttering closed once more. Leon's hands remain on my shoulders, his thumbs continuing their soothing circles along my skin. Coaxing me through this game we're playing in front of our twisted leader. Wesker's chuckle from across the table works its way up my spine and causes me to shiver into Leon. I feel his tongue marking my skin, one hand reaches from my shoulder and slides under my sweetheart neckline. Another audible sharp breath escapes me when he uses his fingers to toy with my nipple. He carefully plays with me while also keeping me concealed from Wesker.
"You should tell Mr. Kennedy how you feel about him. Tell him how much you love him."
Wesker's voice is cruel when he says them, and it causes Leon's hand to still for a moment. I feel my cheeks redden, and I wish I could display the outrage building inside of me when my eyes open and I look at Wesker. His grin grows when he meets my hazy gaze, my body still flushed from my husband's touch. Leon's sudden stillness makes me sick to my stomach because I know that he doesn't feel the same. He cared for me, but I doubted my monster would ever love me as much as I did. I shudder at the sensation of my husband's hand retracting from under my dress, finding my shoulders once more. He pulls his lips from my neck and draws back, eyes on his boss.
"I'm sorry, got more carried away with her than I meant to."
His response completely ignores his boss's statement. My chest is heaving up and down, my nerves spinning out of control. I can feel the wetness of my arousal pooling between my legs. I try to calm my breathing as I watch Wesker stand from the table as he slides his glasses back onto his face. He gives me a knowing grin because he knows what he did. Knows he said too much, and it was going to shift everything between my husband and me. He looks at Leon and walks around the table.
"Walk me to the door, Mr. Kennedy? I think it's time I head back."
Leon's hands leave my body, and I keep my eyes forward as I listen for them to leave me, closing the sliding back door behind them as they leave me behind. I feel myself tremble once they're gone. The feeling of being used and disregarded washed over me. My body is still on edge because of Leon, and my heart is still racing with desire. But I force myself to breathe, the tears in my eyes starting to sting.
"I'm so stupid."
I whisper to myself, my body trembling worse when I stand up from the table. Everything seemed to be hitting me at once. The anxiety of seeing Wesker in my home and talking to him hit me like a train. That, paired with the mind fuckery that just happened, hit me hard. I hold myself as I stand from my seat, my hands shaking when I open the door and go back inside. I needed Claire. I needed Sarah. I needed some kindness. But when I enter the kitchen, I find that I'm all alone. My legs feel like they're going to give out from under me as I walk through the empty kitchen and down the narrow hallway that leads to the foyer at the front of the house. I feel relief fill me when I don't see Leon or Wesker at our front door, hoping that means they'd stepped outside to finish their conversation. No one is in the living room or Leon's office, so I attempt to climb the stairs. My right hand clings to the railing as my feet make their way up three steps until my legs give out. I drop to the ground, hardwood steps hitting my knees hard.
There would be bruising from that impact.
The tears run down my face the moment I hit the ground, hands on the hardwood. I sit on the steps and cry as quietly as I can, my hands covering my face to muffle any sound. I felt stupid and embarrassed and so fucking scared from that interaction. All the emotions were washing over me in one fell swoop.
"Hey, princess. You're okay."
I hear Leon's voice as he approaches me. I can barely make him out through my blurred vision, but I feel him when he lifts me from the ground. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, head on his chest, while he carries me up the stairs. At the top, I hear Claire's feet padding along the hardwood.
"What did you do to her?"
She asks in whispered outrage. Her voice was low because it was Sarah's nap time and she didn't want to wake her. Leon holds me tighter and shoots her a glare.
"Wesker was being cruel at her expense. I'm going to run her a bath, take care of Sarah."
He gives her an order with no room for her to argue with him. I feel her eyes look from him to me, nodding quietly before she turns and walks back into Sarah's room. He doesn't say anything else until we are in our room. He closes our bedroom door and takes me over to the bathroom, sitting me on the counter so he can start running me a bath. He takes off his gloves and sets them on the counter next to me, adding his watch to it as well.
"You're okay..."
He whispers.
"...He enjoys making people uncomfortable. I came back home the moment Claire texted me that he was here."
I swallow hard and try to steady my breathing. My head suddenly throbbed from how hard I'd been crying. The sound of water filling the oversized claw-foot tub fills the silence around us. I watch him fill the tub with soap, the water causing bubbles to form. He checks the temperature, turning the cool nozzle back slightly. Once the tub is full, he turns the water off and turns to face me. He doesn't speak while closing the distance between us. He lifts me off the countertop and starts to peel off my clothes. I feel my cheeks reddening as he exposes me, and it makes him smirk.
"Come on, baby. I've already seen every inch of you naked; you don't need to get shy on me now."
My cheeks redden worse at that. He reaches around me and grabs a hair tie. He pulls my hair up into a bun and guides me over to the bath. I step inside and lay my head against the porcelain, forcing my breathing to calm itself. The warmth of the water and the eucalyptus scent of the bubble bath give me an instant feeling of relief. I watch him when he sits on the floor beside the tub, one hand reaching to tuck a loose strand behind my ear.
"I am sorry for treating you like that in front of him. I'm sorry for getting carried away with you. What we have is private, but I knew what he wanted to see. And I'm sorry about it..."
He pauses, eyes watching me closely.
"... Did he mean what he said? Do you love me?"
He asks the question, his voice soft. It almost hurts to hear him speaking so softly.
"Yes. I think I've loved you since our first night together. I'm sorry if you don't feel that way for me. We've been together such a short amount of time. You probably think I'm some stupid girl, confusing how good our sex is for love, but I-"
He cuts me off. His lips are on mine so quickly that it takes me a moment to realize what is happening. I find myself reaching for him, my soap sudded hands entangling themselves in his hair. I groan when I feel him deepen the kiss, his tongue finding mine. My heart is beating so fast, and the desire he'd built within me outside comes rushing back.
"I've known you were mine from the moment they showed me your picture and told me you'd be my wife."
He rasps against my lips, stilling his actions so he can catch his breath.
"I've loved you since you asked me to carry you up the stairs on our wedding night."
His light blue eyes stare back at me, my monster looking at me in awe. I think of our wedding night and how mean he'd been and wonder if he'd been mean because it's how he had been for so long.
"Would you want to join me in the tub?"
I ask, my breathing uneven. God, I wanted him. I wanted him in me, on me, around me, one with me. I wanted everything. His eyebrows raise, a smirk playing on his lips. He gives me another quick peck on the lips and stands. He keeps his gaze on me when he unlaces his boots and sets them close to the counter. He places his socks with them as well. Then he turns his attention to his shirt, which he pulls over his head. His eyes never leave mine, even when I look over every inch of his sculpted abs and muscled arms. He's completely bare from the waist up, and it's enough to give me a heart attack.
Fuck did he look good.
His eyes darken when he sees how shamelessly I am craving him. Noting the way I bite down on the bottom of my lip, my body is eager for him. He chuckles when he toys with the button of his pants, my attention never wavering from him. He slides his pants down slowly, boxers falling away as well. His cock, hard and leaking with precum, catches my attention when he finally steps out of his pants.
"Lean forward. I'm getting in behind you."
He says this with full authority, my body willing and ready to do whatever he asks of me. He gets in behind me, the water sloshing around us. He lifts me slightly, aligning his cock with my sex before he sinks himself inside of me. A groan escapes him when he's inside my tight walls. I feel him inside of me, so deep and delicious. Leaning my head back against his chest, his head tucks into the crook of my neck, breathing me in.
"Do you like how full I make you, princess?"
He asks, voice deep and rough in my ear. At first, I don't verbally respond, only humming. He shifts his hips beneath me, his cock stretching me.
"Answer me."
He demands. I feel his hands on my hips as he grinds himself against me, cock thrusting inside of me at a sinfully slow pace. My breathing shifts, and I swallow hard.
"Yes, I like how full you make me. It's the most incredible feeling in the world."
He kisses along my neck, lightly coasting along. My left hand finds the side of the tub, and I cling to the edge of it, my breathing erratic, moans falling from my mouth. He thrusts, each roll of his hip hitting my bundle of nerves. I find myself arching my back up off of his chest, the back of my head against his collarbone. I want to come apart. The water around us continues to slosh onto the tile of the bathroom floor with each steady move of our bodies.
"I love you. I fucking tried not to, but I do."
He growls.
"You were just supposed to be a toy, but you weasled your way in, and I can't go back."
His thrusts are harsher at his words, my nerves tightening at the bottom of my stomach. I can feel my walls tightening around him, my breathless moans echoing off the bathroom wall.
"Leon, I love you too."
He answers with a huff, his hips pushing him in further and faster with his every movement. Until I can't hold it in any more. I cum on his cock and gasp when I feel him cum at the same time. One of his hands reaches around me to hold my body to his as his cock releases. Once both of our bodies have come down, I lean my body back against his. He wraps his arms around me and holds me.
"I'm going to find a way to keep you safe (y/n). You and Sarah don't deserve house calls from Wesker."
I don't know how he plans to keep us safe when we both had loved ones Wesker was holding over us. But I don't question him, I just let him hold me. With his cock still buried inside of me, a wave of greater calm washes over me.
"Sarah loves her playground, by the way."
I murmur, leaning in to kiss the part of his arm that isn't submerged in our bath water. He chuckles.
"Good, I'm glad."
He sounds like he's proud of himself when he says this, but I feel the need to fully let him know how much it meant to her.
"She knows it came from you. She kept pointing at it and saying "daddy." So she knows you had something to do with it, Mr. Kennedy."
I glance over my shoulder to look at him, noting the small smile on his face.
"I want to be her daddy. I just don't want to fuck it up. What if she can't love me? What if she sees me as the monster I am?"
Hearing how worried she made him warmed my heart. Sarah's innocent face when she saw the playground, and the excitement on her face. I didn't think he had any idea of the impression he'd made on her.
"Parents fuck up sometimes, Leon, but that doesn't mean she won't love you. I know she will. You just have to try. You're more than what Wesker made you."
His brow furrows at my words, processing what I had said. I know that he's had years of living in this world, and I knew that it wouldn't change overnight for him. He'd been trained, and his mind had been altered to be who he was now.
"I don't know how to be anything else. It's been too long."
My eyes water at his admission. He had been altered so much that he had lost himself in the process. He was a mental shell of who he used to be. I didn't know the old Leon, but I couldn't imagine what it would feel like to lose yourself as he had. To have your own life stolen from you while being forced to the one who stole it had to be hell of a different making.
"I could help you if you wanted. I know I don't know how to fix what they did to you, but if you let me in. If you let Sarah and me in, we could help you. But only if you let us."
He looks at me, torn between my desire to help and the feeling of being trapped that I know he's experiencing at this very moment.
"I can't promise I will be good at letting you help me. But I will try. I promise I will try."
Hope flares within me, my lips leaning up to meet his. He kisses me as though he's trying to prove that he means this promise. That he's not just saying it to shut me up. I feel his hand move up from under the water, small beads of water dripping off his hand when he guides it to my face. He traces over my face with his damp fingers, deepening the kiss. Inside of me, I feel his cock hardening once more.
He'd be the death of me if we continued fucking this much in a single day.
"A promise is all I ask of you."
My words are so faint, a breath that barely escapes me, when he starts to roll his hips against me. Cock ready to make me cum again. He nods, eyes glazed over as he follows the height of our bodies, which are already wanting from one another.
"You ready for round two, princess?"
He asks, voice heady. I'm not sure how to speak when he hits a new angle inside of me, and my eyes see stars. But eventually I focus enough to rasp;
"I'm ready for every round you want to give me."
