“leon!” you shouted from the bedroom, nestled under the covers. your nintendo switch rested in your hands, the screen reflecting in your glasses as you scrutinized your work.
you heard his grunt of response, hulking figure leaned against the bathroom doorframe. his eyes were low, blonde hair tousled and damp, pajama pants hung low on his hips and his shirt absent. you admit, you got distracted before shaking your head and presenting him the switch.
leon neared, settling next to you. he felt your warm face rest against his shoulder as he cradled the device, gunmetal irises analyzing—
himself?
“this the game you told me about?” he mused, using the pink console thumb sticks (a tiny paw print on each one) to twist the mii. “uh-huh! isn’t he cute? i had to draw your hair,” you explained, pointing to each little detail that you did.
leon intercepted your hand, pressing the back of it to his lips with a fond smile, “you’re pretty much asking me if i’m cute. it does look like me though.”
“perfect, what do you want to wear? i have an aviator jacket, a sailor moon dress—“
his gaze landed on the nightstand, where an untouched cup of medicine sat.
“baby,” he directed your face to him, frowning softly at the heat that wafted off your skin, “you didn’t take your medicine.” your eyes jerked to the cup, recognition falling over your features, “oh. i forgot.”
leon grabbed the treacherous cup, looking at you expectantly.
“okay, but do you want the jacket or do you want a t-shirt? i might can draw your gear…” you trailed off when his eyes narrowed in quiet warning, a displeased sigh leaving your lips. you accepted your fate, taking the cup and drinking the horrid liquid. leon rubbed your back comfortingly when you grimaced.
“the jacket is fine, honey. did you make yourself?”
“yeah,” you coughed, “now i just need to make us fall in love. i made claire, too, so…you might have to fight for my affection.”
“just like real-life, huh?” he groaned, gently tugging you back with him. he sat against the headboard, feeling your back press to his chest. you held your switch where you could both see, and he watched fondly as his little mii was deposited on the island.
he listened to you fondly ramble about island layout and future miis, occasionally lifting a hand to check your temperature.
eventually, you’d fallen asleep. leon cautiously took the console, and remembered to save the game before setting it aside. he kept you tucked in his chest as he slid beneath the covers, lips pressing sweetly against your head.
leon hoped you loved him in every universe—even if it’s a nonexistent one.
Summary: After a day of endless teasing from you, Leon is pent up to the point of no return. During a fancy dinner you decide to take it a step further, which ends in Leon bending you over the balcony railing.
Warnings: SMUT, MDNI, curse words, public sex, fingering, P in V, lots of teasing, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, Reader and Leon are the same age (late fourties), slight voyeurism bc of public balcony
A/N: Hello my Sweethearts and welcome to the second part of the 2k Followers celebration. I am so excited to show you Leon’s oneshot! This boiling hot idea won and it came from my wonderful, beautiful, whimsy fairy bestie @tothelions. You can find her idea here. (I love your brain! You know it but I will tell you again!) Once again, I would like to thank everyone for being so welcoming and supportive of me and my fics. This was so so so fun to write. I have a thing for these night settings, especially with a skyline view. On top of that, I added a hot idea my champagne anon mentioned: you can find it here. Without further ado, I hope you enjoy this wild ride and I would be so so happy to hear your opinions. So much love, Shell xo
“You won’t forget about the dinner tonight, right?” You asked, leaning against the doorframe as you watched Leon reading through some papers. He seemed to be deep in thought, the wrinkles on his forehead becoming more prominent.
His desk looked messier than usual, implying that he had been working non-stop. Thank God, it was Friday already.
“Hm?” He asked, looking up in your direction. It was obvious that he hadn’t been listening to you at all, with his mind being still clouded with work and various other duties that were waiting for him.
“The dinner tonight,” you repeated with a chuckle as you approached him. It was a dinner hosted by the DSO, officially. Well, more or less. Only the highest members were invited, and that obviously included Leon and you. What was originally planned as a small gathering between coworkers had turned into an uptight dinner event over the years. The two of you were never particularly thrilled for these kinds of parties. If it were up to you, you’d end up on the couch with your favorite wine and a movie playing in the background; however, that wasn’t in the cards for you tonight.
“Yeah, I remember,” he muttered, leaning back into his chair.
“You sound just as excited as I am,” you joked as you stood behind him. You placed your hands on his shoulders and started to lightly massage the tense muscles there. “You need to relax a little more,” you whispered.
He groaned lowly, leaning into your touch. You focused on the tight knots, putting just the right amount of pressure on them to help ease the tension.
“Easier said than done, love,” he said as he looked back to the papers in his hands. You only hummed in agreement. The last few weeks had been hectic and stressful, and there hadn’t really been any chance for spending a little bit of quality time together. Not even on the weekends. Unfortunately, bioterrorism threats rarely cared about regular working hours.
“Maybe it will boost your motivation when I tell you that I bought a new dress for the occasion.” You smiled, letting your hands wander from his neck down his upper body. “Even in your favorite color,” you continued, your voice dropping lower.
“That definitely helps.” A slight smirk crossed his features as he watched your hands making their way down his torso. You bent down a little to give him a few kisses on his neck as well.
He closed his eyes at your delicate touches, hissing when one of your hands brushed over his bulge. It could have been dismissed as an accident, but it was never accidental with you. Especially not now when you had been teasing him the whole day already. He loved it, he really did, but it was on the brink of getting painful, considering that there was simply no time to indulge in each other and releaseyourselves.
“What do you think you’re doing, hm?” He asked, the papers in his hand long forgotten.
“I am just trying to help my husband relax,” you stated in a sweet-sounding voice. Your hands brushed another time over his clothed dick, this time with a little more pressure.
He gently grabbed your wrist, stopping you from moving any further. “I feel like this is doing the opposite, actually."
"Unless..." he slightly turned his head to look at your face. “You intend to do something about it.”
You grinned, enjoying the satisfactory proof that he was just as worked up as you were. And it was all because of you and your mischievous provocations. With excruciating slowness, you started palming his member until you felt him hardening under your touch. Not to sound too cocky, but there was something oddly satisfying about knowing how easy it was for you to get him hard.
“As much as I’d love to help you, I have another meeting in 10 minutes,” you explained with a smile, pulling back slightly and letting your hands drift back to his shoulders. He sighed, letting his head fall against the headrest.
“Of course you do,” he muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Aw c’mon. Besides, I don’t want to distract you from work.” You smirked, giving his shoulders a few more squeezes before making your way back to the door.
“Too late for that,” he chuckled lowly, watching as you reached for the door handle. “So that’s it? You’re leaving me here with a boner?” He asked.
“Just look forward to tonight. When we get home, I might let you help me out of said dress,” you said, taking one last glance back at him. “Like a reward.” You winked before disappearing into the busy hallway.
He let his gaze linger on the door you'd just disappeared through before forcing his attention back to the papers on his desk. Which, admittedly, wasn't all that easy when the blood in his body had decided his brain was no longer its priority.
“This woman will be the death of me,” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head with a slight grin.
Maybe this was your final payback after the most recent times he'd driven you crazy in the most inappropriate settings.
The mutual teasing had become a well-established part of your marriage. Being married for over twenty years and working as elite agents meant it sometimes took creativity to keep certain things, like intimacy, from falling by the wayside. Showing how much you craved and longed for each other and how there was still the same lust and desire as twenty years before, seemed to be your secret recipe. The only difference was that by now it felt even deeper and more grounded.
The rest of the day went about the same. Not-so-accidental touches when you met him in the hallway, sultry remarks whispered into his ear during a short meeting, and a peck on the lips that lasted a tad too long on the drive home.
Leon handled it like a pro for the most part, holding onto the thought of ravishing you as soon as he had you all to himself again.
Once you arrived at your apartment, Leon's hands were on you. He was so good at charming his way into your heart that he was convinced you couldn’t say no. Not when he seductively offered to do it in the shower. Or in the hallway. Or in the car. Or on the couch.
Such damn tempting offers, if it weren't for the fact that you weren’t done teasing him. So instead of giving in, you’d put him off with the same excuse of not having enough time until you had to leave for the dinner. Surely, it would have been enough time for a quick release, but that was not what you wanted. You wanted him losing his mind for you. You wanted him so worked up that he couldn’t think straight anymore. So desperate that he was ready to pull you into the next empty hallway to take you against the wall.
If only you’d known by then how that would play out later.
“Leon? Will you help me with the dress?” You called from the bedroom. You’d slipped into your silky midnight-blue dress that ended just above your knees. It was sexy, yet still elegant and classy. Perfect for the occasion.
“On my way,” he called back. He’d already been dressed and ready, waiting for you in the living room.
A hushed and low “wow” was the first thing you heard when he entered the bedroom. Your back was facing him, your dress still hanging open as you waited for him.
You giggled. “You can’t even see the dress properly yet.”
“I see my beautiful wife. Think that is enough,” he hummed lowly, letting his fingers brush over the exposed skin. You shivered at the delicacy of his touch, feeling the goosebumps running all over your back.
“Fuck.” His hands stopped at the zipper, seeing your matching lace underwear that you’d decided to wear underneath. You smiled when you noticed his reaction. Exactly what you wanted.
“Hm?” You asked innocently, as if you were completely oblivious of your seducing undergarments.
“You are really trying to kill me,” he stated, his touch lingering on your skin for a few more moments until he slowly zipped up your dress.
“So, it’s working?” You grinned, holding your hair up a little as he adjusted the dress a little on your neck.
“All too well,” he sighed longingly. “How am I going to concentrate when I am seeing you in this dress all night long?” He gently placed a few kisses on your neck, inhaling your scent.
“Maybe that’s the point,” you said softly, closing your eyes when you felt his lips brush your skin. By now, every touch felt electric, the tension between you becoming unbearable.
Once Leon was done, you turned around finally, letting your gaze wander over him. He was dressed to the nines, wearing one of your favorite suits of his. It was all black, combined with a white shirt and a black tie. He looked delectable, so handsome and like a total dream come true. You’d seen him so many times in suits before, but something about today was different. It felt like seeing him for the first time again. Even the butterflies in your stomach seemed to agree.
“You look so beautiful.” Leon was the first to say something, as you were still ogling him and trying to catch your breath.
“And you look…wow,” you stated, your eyes returning to his handsome face and his steel blue eyes that were admiring you.
“Can’t compete with you, Mrs. Kennedy,” he smirked, reaching for your hand. “Shall we?”
You would never get tired of hearing him call you that. It always gave you a sense of pride, knowing that you were carrying his name and were officially his. Forever and ever.
“Thank you, Mr. Kennedy,” you said with a grin in the same teasing manner, accepting his hand and following him out of your apartment.
The drive to the location was quiet, with none of you wanting to ramp up the tension any further. At least not yet, when your professionalism was called for.
When you arrived, the place was already packed. It was a lavish and spacious apartment on the top floors that felt more like a huge mansion. It was one of those places you could only get into by previous registration and via a separate elevator. It belonged to one of the bigwigs at the DSO. Even though it sometimes seemed a bit over the top to you, you were there for every dinner event.
“Ah, the Kennedys arrived!” One of the men from the forensic team announced with a big grin, inviting you over to his small group that had gathered on a nearby table. The two of you exchanged an amused look before joining the group.
Leon and you spent the first half of the evening doing exactly that. Having small talk with your coworkers and sipping on your drinks with a few laughs here and there. All the while, Leon rested his hand on the small of your back, drawing soothing circles over the silky fabric of your dress. At other times he brushed his fingers over your arm, like a silent reminder that he was appreciating you even when he wasn’t looking at you.
After the main course was served and eaten, you felt yourself becoming more and more restless. Talking about work for what felt like the twentieth time and answering the same questions over and over again felt tedious after a while. You tried your best to smile and engage in the conversations, but after a few more conversations, you just turned on autopilot.
When you glanced back at Leon sitting next to you, you were intrigued by how well he managed to stay so professional, talking with the same charm in his voice you fell in love with.
After another glass of wine, an idea crossed your mind. While he was still talking to the other guests on the table, you gently laid your hand on his thigh. An innocent and comforting gesture between a married couple, at least that was what it looked like to the others.
You started drawing small circles and patterns on his thigh, while you smiled and nodded whenever someone said something amusing.
By now, the conversations grew more relaxed, the drinks were flowing, and the overall lighting was adjusted to a nicely, dimly lit brightness. It was as if the universe was aligning with your plans, or so you thought.
On top of that, your leg occasionally brushed against his, running up and down to ensure even more contact. Leon listened attentively to one of the men speaking, wearing his perfect poker face, but the higher your leg wandered, the more you could see the tension setting in his jaw.
At some point, you couldn't move your leg any further, so you decided to continue with your hand. You were more than grateful for the oversized cloth napkins that covered your legs.
Slowly, you let your hand wander higher until you stopped at his crotch. Your fingers faintly brushed over his bulge, the same way you’d done it in his office a few hours ago. You gauged his reaction, trying to break his poker face, but he played it cool. After all, he was a well-trained agent, so you needed to do more than just that.
You leaned a little forward eventually, hiding what you were doing with your hands, as you began palming him through his pants, feeling him getting harder under your touch.
With a satisfied smirk, you noticed his answers becoming noticeably shorter.
“It seems like the two of you really work well together as a team,” one of the guests said with a friendly smile.
Leon nodded, fidgeting just slightly when you applied more pressure on his dick. “We really do."
You enjoyed watching him trying to keep his composure as he grew harder by the minute, your hands applying the perfect amount of pressure in all the right places.
“So nice to see a happy couple after all these years,” another woman added with a warm smile.
“Yes, she is just the most precious and wonderful person in my life,” Leon said charmingly, using this opportunity to take your hand away from his throbbing member and kissing the back of your hand, before placing your intertwined hands on the table. The whole group went “aww” once they saw your seemingly innocent and romantic gesture, completely unaware of the things happening under the table.
Leon shot you a stern look when no one was watching. When he reached for his glass, he leaned a little more in than necessary so he could whisper in your ear. “What do you think you’re doing?” He asked in a deep voice, his breath brushing your ear.
“Making the evening more interesting?” You said in a questioning tone, the feigned innocence dripping from your voice.
He huffed as he pulled back. “You sure did.”
After sharing a short smile and you giving him a peck on the lips as a form of a declaration of peace, you assumed that your little game would end here. However, you knew your husband better than that.
Once the conversation drifted to different topics and the other guest seemed to be less engaged with the two of you, Leon's hand drifted under the table again.
He laid his hand on your thigh, sneaking it under the hem of your dress. In the corner of your eye you could see that he was eyeing you, studying your response to the feel of his fingers on your bare skin.
Out of reflex you closed your thighs, careful not to draw any more attention to you, but he was not having it.
Chuckling at one of the jokes that were told, Leon looked back to one of his colleagues. He was an expert at playing his part, his hands never leaving your thighs.
Without much effort, he nudged your legs apart with his hand, running it along your inner thigh.
There were two voices in your head talking insistently to you. One was telling you to set an end to this and finish this evening as soon as possible so you could go home finally.
The other was persuading you into keeping this game going.
As soon as his fingers reached your panties, stroking over the lace fabric with enough pressure to fondle your clit, you decided that you’d let the second voice win.
Putting on a neutral face, you tried your best to keep your composure, smile at the right times, and even answer a question or two, but Leon wasn’t making it easy for you.
You suppressed the moan building in your throat the second he pulled the lace aside. Immediately, his fingers made contact with your clit. A heavenly feeling, considering the last sex had been a while ago.
He massaged your sensitive nub a few times, letting his fingers drift lower to your entrance. You gripped the stem of your glass a little too tight, hands turning sweaty and nearly tripping it over.
“Leon,” you whispered in a warning tone, turning your face toward him just slightly. A smug smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
He kept rubbing your sensitive parts with his skilled fingers without moving the rest of his arm or hand too much so it wasn’t getting obvious. He was definitely a pro.
“Hm?” He leaned in to give you a kiss on the cheek. “Aren’t you enjoying yourself?” he whispered in your ear.
Carefully, you put your hand on his wrist, trying to stop his movements. Your clit was getting increasingly sensitive, your wetness soaking his fingers already, and you knew it wouldn’t take long until you’d come.
“Maybe a little too much,” you muttered under your breath, a shiver running down your legs when he started applying more pressure. There was no way you’d be able to keep still any longer.
You didn’t know what was more embarrassing. The possibility of people assuming you would be fidgeting in your seat like a toddler because you needed to pee or them actually noticing that you were getting fingered by your husband under the table. Both options seemed…not ideal.
As he brushed his thumb over your clit for a final time, almost causing you to grip onto the edge of the table, you choked on your drink.
You were so close to cumming, but you couldn’t let that happen. Not here when you were threatening to moan his name out loud in a room full of people.
A friendly-looking woman shot you a look. “Is everything okay?”
Leon's fingers slowed down, the tight circles from earlier turning into soft strokes over your folds.
“Yes, sure. I think I just need to freshen up a little." You smiled apologetically, looking over to Leon, who played the part of the perfect, worried husband all too well.
“Are you sure? Can I bring you anything? Water maybe?” He asked, mirroring the worried-sounding voice of the woman at your table.
“No, thank you, darling.” You smiled sweetly at him.
You gently pushed his hand away from between your legs and stood up. “Would you excuse me?” You continued, disappearing into the next hallway.
A little lost and still in a heated haze, you made your way through the long corridors. The voices from the party became quieter with each step you took, fading into the distance until it was only you and your ragged breathing.
Maybe some cold water would do? But in your state, you'd need a whole bucket of ice to cool you down again.
Shortly before you could reach the bathroom, an opened door caught your attention. Now, you were really no one to snoop around in other people’s businesses or spaces, but you couldn't help yourself and take a peek inside. After all, the door was already open, so it couldn't be something top-secret anyway, right?
The room was nicely furnished and looked like a spare bedroom or guest room. A nice bed, some drawers, and a mirror were decorating the room, as well as various fancy pictures hanging on the wall.
What really caught your eye though was the huge balcony that was attached to it. The large glass doors let enough light in to bathe the room in a nice blueish hue.
You bit your lip. Maybe some fresh air would be even better than your originally planned face-splash with cold water.
After taking one last glance behind your back to make sure that no one had followed you, you tiptoed through the room, right to the huge glass door.
As you opened it, you were met with the chilly air of the night, combined with the loud sounds of the traffic below you. The lights from the surrounding buildings made everything feel kind of surreal. As if you were in a dream.
You took a few deep breaths, trying to calm your mind and nerves, but it was quite obvious that it only helped for so long.
The heat between your legs was still prominent; the feeling of Leon's fingers slipping under your panties was still lingering on your skin.
You needed him. You needed him so badly that it was on the brink of getting painful.
Sure, you'd enjoyed teasing him the whole day and seeing his clenched jaw and furrowed brows. Feeling his hardening member twitch under your fingertips was enough to make you wet and ready for him.
However, the touching underneath the table had proved to be too much. Even for you.
You took a few steps forward, leaning against the railing to take in the skyline.
Your options were limited. Going back, acting like nothing happened and hoping Leon and you could keep your hands off each other. Very unlikely.
Going back, saying you weren't feeling well so you both could leave as soon as possible. If you were lucky, Leon might fuck you in his Porsche. Not ideal either.
Instead, you grabbed your phone and looked at Leon's contact. Biting your lip, you thought about calling him, your thumb hovering over his number. But what should you tell him?
Meet me at that secluded balcony? Yeah, sure.
Apparently, your intimate parts overtook the thinking part, because you actually ended up dialing his number. It didn't take two seconds until he picked up.
“Where are you?” He asked in a tense voice, sounding as if he were trying his hardest to keep his voice down. In the background you could hear wild chattering and the sound of clattering dishes.
“At…a balcony,” you said innocently, making it sound more like a question rather than a statement.
"A balcony?” He asked.
“I needed some fresh air, I guess,” you mumbled, looking down to see the cars rushing over the intersection.
He huffed. “So, did it help?”
You weren’t sure if he was teasing you or if he was being serious. It was hard to tell due to his low voice and the noises in the background.
“Barely,” you groaned in frustration, closing your eyes. “Leon…”
“You started it, sweetheart,” he said. Now you were certain he was definitely making fun of you and your situation. “Come back and I might help you,” he said, followed by a low chuckle.
That wouldn’t do. Not anymore.
“It’s not enough,” you mumbled, shaking your head. The wind was blowing through your hair; the first few strands already started to loosen from your hairdo. A few moments of silence followed until you finally spoke your truth.
“I need you to fuck me, Leon,” you sighed, closing your eyes. “I am so horny. I really need you to fuck me as soon as possible,” you confessed, suppressing another groan spilling from your lips.
From the other side on the line, you could hear Leon drawing in a sharp breath. He couldn’t possibly be indifferent to your confession, not after the relentless teasing from you and the activities under the table.
You were just about to take your words back and come back to your senses when Leon finally answered.
“Where is that balcony?”
His words cut through the silence like a knife; so deep and yet so sharp, they made your head spin. Was he really-
He couldn’t possibly-
Feeling as if another person were speaking through you, you described the way to the secluded balcony, and without another word, he hung up on you. Just like that.
You took a deep breath, hiding your face in your hands for a few seconds to contemplate your options. You weren’t actually doing it on a balcony, right?
You quickly turned around when you heard the glass door being opened. He was quicker than you'd thought, but on the other hand, he was an agent after all, so what did you expect?
His eyes looked even darker than before, hair slightly tousled, and his neck had turned into a slightly reddish tone. To others, he looked like he always did. To you, however, he looked like he was worked up to the point of no return. And you knew he was.
You suppressed a nervous chuckle. “You found me.”
“I did,” he said humorlessly as he closed the door behind him.
Slowly, he took a few steps forward until he stood right in front of you. With his eyes still locked on yours, he placed his hands on the railing, caging you in as he looked down at you.
“Do you have any idea how risky that is?” He asked in a low voice.
“I mean…the bedroom door is locked, right?”
“And what’s with the other hundreds of potential spectators?”
Well, he was right. You were surrounded by several skyscrapers. There was no way this was happening.
You stared into each other's eyes for what felt like an eternity until he ultimately crashed his lips onto yours and sealed them with a hungry kiss.
He gently pushed you against the railing, the cold metal pressing into your skin, right through the thin layer of your dress.
In an instant, your hands pulled him closer to you, grabbing onto his tie, which had started to loosen already.
The kisses were messy and needy, with teeth clashing together and occasional gasps whenever Leon pushed you back against the railing.
“We should leave,” you mumbled against his lips, still holding onto his tie for dear life.
“We should,” he confirmed, without breaking the kiss. It was clear that none of you made the effort to actually leave. By now, it felt like there was a magnetic pull holding you together. The panting from both of you grew louder and more desperate, almost drowning out the traffic noise, if that was even possible. All you could see, hear, and taste was Leon.
“You and this dress are the reason I can't fucking concentrate,” he hissed, squeezing your ass through your dress. “I love you so much, but goddamn, you can be such a tease.”
“You say that as if it’s a bad thing,” you panted, as his lips wandered down your neck. “May I remind you that you were the one who fingered me under the table? So don't play innocent.”
You could feel him grinning against your skin.
“Mhm, true,” he simply muttered.
“You are pretty quiet for someone that moaned into the phone that she wants to be fucked just two minutes ago,” he whispered in your ear, causing a shiver to run down your spine.
“I didn't expect you to actually-“
Before you could finish your sentence, he pulled your dress up just slightly and sneaked his hand under the fabric, heading straight to your soaked panties. There had already started to build a wet patch from him toying with you earlier.
“What? That I actually do this?” He huffed as he slipped his fingers under the fabric. With ease he found your clit again, circling it in a gentle motion.
“Y-yes,” you whimpered, hands gripping onto the railing as you felt the cold breeze hitting your intimate parts, combined with the warmth of his calloused fingers.
One hand held you back against the cold metal, while the other stroked through your folds, spreading your wetness all over you.
“You were so close to cumming, hm? Under the table,” he breathed against your lips, rubbing you a little tighter while pressing his lips to yours again. You could only nod, feeling your bud becoming more sensitive by the second. This was even better than getting fingered under the table.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he mumbled before getting on his knees. Your eyes shot open, hands still holding the railing behind you.
“Leon-“
“We can stop anytime,” he said, hooking the fingers in the waistbands. “Do you want me to stop?” He asked, looking up at you with dark eyes.
“No, please go on,” you whispered, closing your eyes when you felt him pushing up your dress just enough to get access to your throbbing cunt. He leaned forward and started lapping at you right away, knowing that there wasn’t enough time to tease you like he normally did. He went straight into you, eating you out as if he were starving, all the while holding your thighs open for him.
You moaned his name, arching your back just right so your pelvis was at the perfect angle meeting his tongue. He alternated between kitten-like licks and sucking on it with the perfect amount of pressure. In a matter of seconds you felt your orgasm approaching, your walls clenching around nothing.
He took one of your legs and lifted it slightly over his shoulder for better access. That way, he could lick you even better, his tongue going deeper into you and causing your eyes to roll back in your head. He sped up his movements, fully making out with your pussy now, moaning when he tasted your arousal.
By now, he was sure he knew what the term "blue balls" meant because never in his life had he ever been this pent up. The mixture between the ongoing teasing and the adrenaline rushing through his body from doing something taboo turned him on so much that he was fearing he might come in his pants if he kept going.
“Fuck Leon I’m gonna-“ You sobbed, one hand tangling in his hair and pushing him just slightly against you for more friction.
“Doing so well for me, sweetheart,” he praised between licks, moaning when he felt you riding against his tongue. “Cum for me,” he urged, feeling you tremble under his touch.
And you did, more intensely than you thought you could, given the circumstances. Your orgasm washed over you, causing you to shudder, electricity running through your whole body.
Your lower body moved against him as he kept licking you through your high, doing his best to give you the maximum amount of pleasure. With a satisfied hum, he lapped at you a few more times, gathering all the arousal he could on his tongue.
“Shit,” you muttered as you tried to catch your breath, watching as he got up. His eyes were dark, hair messy, and lips glistening with your lust.
You watched him in awe before pulling him down to you, kissing him and tasting yourself on his lips.
“As much as I’d love to stretch it out….we need to be a littler quicker,” he panted.
“I know.” You nodded, reaching for your panties that were still sitting at knee level. You thought he meant leaving this place finally and finishing at home, but that was not what his true intention was. Far from it.
Suddenly he spun you around, his body caging you in like before, just in a different position. You gasped when you felt him press himself against you, his erection grinding against your ass. Holding onto the railing, you looked out into the skyline, wondering if this was even real anymore.
“I’m not gonna last until home, baby,” he whispered into your ear. “I need you now.”
“Oh god…” you whispered, your cunt clenching at his words. If your friends were ever to ask you again what your wildest sex experience was, this would make it easily the number one top.
“Is that okay? Do you still want this?” He asked in a raspy voice, his words ringing in your ear.
“Yes please, fuck me already,” you begged, rubbing yourself against him impatiently.
“Thank god,” he said huskily, pulling up your dress a little higher.
You looked behind you, watching as he opened his belt with light hands. God, this man was hotter than anything you could have ever imagined. Not that you didn’t know this already, but he proved it to you time and time again.
He pulled down his pants just enough to free his thick cock, basically presenting it to you. Your mouth watered at the sight. The tip was red already, glistening with pre-cum. You didn’t know if you were imagining it, but if you concentrated enough, you were sure you saw his member throbbing in his hand.
You would have loved to wrap your lips around him, giving him the sloppiest blowjob you could think of.
“Another time,” he hummed, watching your hungry gaze, as if he could read your mind. “Lean forward for me, love,” he said, hands gripping your hips as he helped you adjust your stance.
“You look so goddamn perfect,” he muttered under his breath, watching your glistening sex as he gave himself a few good strokes with one hand. The other stayed on your hip, gripping into your skin.
You bent forward a little more, gripping tightly onto the railing as he finally aligned himself at your entrance. You were slick with arousal, making it rather easy for him to enter you. With a groan he bottomed out, feeling your tightness engulfing his member in the most perfect way.
“Fuck,” he cursed, closing his eyes at the sensation of your tight pussy around him.
“Mhm, Leon, this feels so good,” you moaned, feeling him stretching you out, the angle making it even better.
His hands stayed on your hips as he started moving, thrusting into you with a slow pace at first to test your reactions. Each thrust felt better than the one before, gliding perfectly against your walls.
When you opened your eyes again, you looked into the night, the city moving at its own pace, blissfully unaware of the action happening this far up here. Your initial hesitation was swiftly replaced by nothing other than lust, your mind slowly starting to get cock-drunk.
“Is that what you wanted?” He asked, picking up the pace just slightly. “Getting fucked on a balcony by your husband?” The way he was emphasizing the word husband with his strained voice, caused your walls to flutter around him.
His hand gripped your chin and turned your face to him, searching for your lips as he kept fucking you against the railing. Your lips crashed against each other, smudging your lipstick all over your mouth.
“I love you so much,” he panted in your mouth, hands gripping more tightly into the flesh of your hips to keep you at the perfect angle. “Your pussy’s taking me so fucking well.”
“Oh god yes,” you groaned, knuckles turning white by how tightly you gripped onto the railing. As he kept pounding into you, he looked down to where your bodies were connected, enjoying the erotic sight of his cock disappearing into your tightness. He pressed his hand against your upper back, causing you to bend down even lower.
By now, your dress had slipped above your ass, giving Leon an even more enticing view.
Your eyes rolled back when he changed the angle, hitting your g-spot in an impeccable way.
“Leon-,” you whimpered, the rest of your words dying in your throat when you felt his hand drifting between your legs. This time he didn’t start slow. He matched his movements with the pace of his thrusts, drawing tight and fast circles over your sensitive clit.
You started getting tighter around his cock with every movement, making it impossible to keep your eyes open.
“Shit…I’m not gonna last much longer, baby,” Leon gasped, pressing kisses along your neck, all the places he could still reach with the position you were in.
“Please don’t stop! I’m so close,” you whined. “Please fuck me harder Leon.”
The obscene sounds of skin clapping against skin filled your ears as he did what you begged him for. He pounded you harder against the cold metal, holding you tightly to keep you safe and secure still.
At some point, you couldn't tell up from down anymore. His hands were everyhwere. On your hips, tangled in your hair or on your tits, toying with the soft flesh in his hand.
“You okay?” He asked through gritted teeth, chasing his high as he felt the first spasms of your walls around him.
“Yes yes yes,” you cried out into the night when you felt your release rushing through your body. Rarely had an orgasm felt as intense and delectable as this one. All that pent-up desire suddenly dissolved. Leon followed right behind you, spilling his hot seed inside you. His thick ropes of cum filled you, marking you from the inside. Just the way he liked it.
„Fuck,“ He groaned, fucking you a few more times, securing you were taking every last drop of him. Something about cumming inside you drove his mind wild.
A variety of curses left his mouth as he kept moving lazily inside you. Both of your releases were mixed, the first drops already making their way down your legs. This was going to be one hell of a mess.
Your legs trembled, the aftershocks of your intense lovemaking still tingling in your core.
“Hey, careful,” Leon said out of breath, helping you to get back on your feet properly. “Hold on tight for me,” he mumbled lowly as he helped you pull your panties back up. You just stood there, catching your breath, trying to return to reality. He then straightened your dress as best as he could.
“Thank you.” You whispered, shakingly turning around to face him again. He was busy putting himself back in his pants, looking just as chaotic and messy as you were. His tie was hanging loosely from his neck, his shirt was crinkled, and the hair tousled.
“You’re looking….”
“Freshly fucked?” He asked with a grin, fastening the belt on his pants.
“Yeah.”
He looked up, brushing his thumb over the smudged the lipstick with a gentle smile. “I could say the same about you,” he chuckled.
You looked into each other's eyes, still panting, chest heaving with ragged breath. Slowly, the sounds of the city started returning to your orbit. It felt like waking up from a dream. A wonderful, sexy, and illicit dream.
“We are really fucking crazy,” you said.
“You definitely are,” he laughed, kissing your temple and pulling you flush against his chest.
“Hey, this was your idea!” You retorted, playfully acting offended.
“I only had this idea because you were driving me insane the whole day,” he said, caressing your back a few more times before reaching for your hand.
Like teenagers sneaking out past their bedtime, you made your way back through the corridors until you reached one of the bathrooms. You freshened up as best as you could, helping each other to look presentable, at least for another one or two hours max.
“We should hurry up or else they file a missing persons report for us,” you joked, drying your hands after washing them.
Leon was already done, leaning against the sink. He had been eyeing you the past minutes like a man falling in love over again.
“Did you listen to me?” You asked when you noticed his gaze.
“Yeah,” he nodded, taking your hand to guide you to the door. “I was just thinking about how much I love and appreciate you. Even after all these years. And I thought you should know that,” he confessed suddenly.
You blushed a little, your heart skipping a beat at his words.
“Do you just say this because we had some freaky public sex?” You asked teasingly.
“No I don’t,” he muttered, kissing you one last time. “Even though the sex helped for sure,” he grinned.
“Idiot,” you rolled your eyes playfully with a smile, dragging him out of the bathroom.
When you returned, your whole table was empty. Most of them were either at the bar or had switched to other tables.
Leon and you exchanged a look, silently communicating whether you should just leave, but it was too late. A familiar voice greeted you.
“There you are,” the forensic guy from earlier said a little surprised, taking a seat at your table. “You guys totally missed the dessert! Was wondering where you went.”
You took a sip of your wine before answering. Leon's eyes were glued on you, barely able to contain the smirk that tugged on the corner of his lips. How would you tell this poor man that your private dessert had already been served on the balcony?
As if on command, the other guests from your table returned one by one, watching you with genuine worry in their eyes.
“I am sorry. I needed some fresh air and Leon looked after me,” you explained apologetically with a soft smile playing on your lips.
“He was so worried for me,” you continued.
“Well, I hope you feel better then,” one of them said, looking back and forth between you and Leon.
“Oh, I feel much better, thank you,” you said with a satisfied smile.
“Seems like you guys are really made for each other,” another man chimed in, holding up his glass and gesturing in your direction.
“We really are,” Leon and you said in unison, causing the whole table to laugh in admiration of your bond. If someone had told you this morning that you’d end up getting fucked on a balcony by your husband, you’d probably burst out laughing. On the other hand, it didn’t surprise you. You were simply unable to keep your hands to yourself, but who could blame you?
Your marriage would never get boring. Not with this wonderful man by your side.
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⊹₊⟡⋆ cw —angst. hurt/comfort. leon x fem!reader. leon has a breakdown and really needs a hug. not proofread! ᯓ★
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sometimes the break between missions was worse than the actual mission.
leon was accustomed to the fallout that came after returning from missions. at the end of the day, when the BOWs and the new strain of whatever virus umbrella concocted were contained for few minutes, days, weeks, and leon could go home he didn’t relax— didn’t know how to. he might be able to breathe easier when his life wasn’t in immediate danger, but that doesn’t mean he’s at peace.
it’s been so long he doesn’t think he remembers what peace even feels like anymore.
he rarely found a time where his mind was quiet. it was always a raging storm of complex emotions and a constant replay of the more disturbing things he’s witnessed.
leon sat in his car, hands squeezing the steering wheel until his knuckles were white. he hasn’t even left the parking lot of the private airport. he’d watched government officials remove the remains of the BOWs he had managed to bring back. he was trying to make sure they were contained properly, but that just turned into him staring off at the blinking lights on the landing strip. little beacons in the night.
if he’d had a normal life he would’ve probably been in bed asleep with a wife curled up against him. maybe kids asleep down the hall from them. a modest home in a quaint neighborhood. that was the goal, right?
but nobody stayed very long, or leon just didn’t give them a chance to — except for you, but that ended months ago at this point.
the key to your house still attached to his key ring was a painful reminder of everything he couldn’t have. everything he lost. it mocked him when he’d return from missions.
leon never knew why you hadn’t asked for it back, maybe you’d forgotten that he’d had it, or maybe you let him keep it on purpose. like giving him an excuse to come back. or maybe you’d changed the locks and it didn’t matter if he had the key at all.
that thought stung the most. he knew you didn’t want him to come back, your words made it evident the day he was called in the middle of the night five months ago for an assignment.
he’d slipped out of your bed and packed his bag with his gear— he’d kept it all at your house because he was there more often than he was at his apartment at that time. leon had known for a while that you weren’t happy with his job, but that time was your breaking point. it was all so fresh in his mind. the things you said, how you’d begged him to stay, but his feet carried him to the door anyway. how your voice sounded when you told him not to come back after he was done with the assignment. leon had barely looked over his shoulder at you before grunting like it was a response then left without a word. he hadn’t even really given it much thought until he had returned from that assignment to find his stuff in a couple boxes on your porch. that was real.
the breakup didn’t stop leon from checking in on you. he’s gotten into a habit of parking in the street across from your house when he returns from assignments.
he tried to tell himself he wouldn’t do it anymore but he’s breaking. feels like he’s deteriorating, like his fight has been depleted. and he’s leon…he’s supposed to be strong, be the one who never quits because that’s how he was trained…
leon couldn’t explain why this mission had sent him over the edge. why this time he’d come back completely and utterly shattered. he didn’t think it was one thing in particular, but a culmination of everything he’s seen and been through over the years. that maybe after almost dying for the nth time he just couldn’t help it.
your porch light is on, the single bulb illuminating the front door. you’d gotten into a habit of leaving that light on whenever he was away, guess that hasn’t changed.
he knows it’s a mistake, knows he shouldn’t go to the porch, shouldn’t try to use the key.
but steps out of his car and across the street before he can stop himself.
everything feels like it’s too much, too heavy and dark. so fucking dark in his head.
leon just needs the one person that had been his only safe haven.
he stops at the door, unblinking as he stares at the light, watches how a couple months fly around it. he understands how they feel. trapped, stuck in this loop because they don’t know any better. does he know better?
his jaw clenches as tears collect in his eyes. he didn’t have the energy to stop them. he was strong, but he’s still human. and he’s seen so much bad.
when he works up the courage to slide the key into the lock he’s surprised the lock clicks and he’s able to open the door.
a brief worry about scaring you considering it’s the middle of the night and he’s not sure if he’s really welcome crosses his mind, but when he steps inside and lets the door close behind him, he’s enveloped in the familiar smell of you, your home— and it wrecks him.
his back hits the door with a thud, hands shaking and legs giving out as he slides down until he’s seated on the hardwood floor.
you had always been a light sleeper, so when you heard noise coming from downstairs you grabbed the metal bat you kept next to your nightstand and crept out of your bedroom. calling the cops would’ve probably been the logical reaction to thinking there was an intruder in your home.
you tried to rationalize the sound. it was just an animal or the wind. when you step off the stairs and poke your head around the wall you see the figure slumped against the door. even in the dim lighting you know it’s leon. you’d know it’s him regardless if you could see or not.
“leon! you scared the hell out of me.”
your voice cuts through the silence. sighing, you set the bat down and step into the hallway. it’s only when you get closer that you see how he’s shaking. his legs are pulled up to his chest and he just looks so small, so unlike himself.
“leon?” any irritation you were feeling about him just showing up after no contact for months was gone instantly.
you knelt in front of him. unsure of what to do or say. you’ve seen how his work effects him before, how he would get sometimes between missions. it’s why you asked him to stop, why you broke it off with him when he continued to leave. but you couldn’t recall a time that he was like this. never like this.
“baby,” the term of endearment slipped off his tongue broken, tinged with a sadness that never was there before.
“hey, talk to me,” you reach forward, gently placing your hand on his cheek, lifting his head.
the pain in his eyes is so clear. you know something happened, something must’ve happened for him to be like this.
“i should’ve listened to you,” the words came out with a sob, empty eyes meeting yours. he knew that you had been looking out for him and his well being when you asked him to quit, asked him to stop risking his life every single time the DSO calls him, and yet, he kept going back.
you watched tears slip down his face, he was clearly dealing with something you couldn’t begin to comprehend.
leon had shared some details regarding his job with you. he had to after he showed up bloodied, bruised and in a sling from dislocating his shoulder. that was all mild, thankfully, but he did end up having to tell you more than he wanted because of that incident.
“i’m so sorry,” his words were barely audible. he just couldn’t hold himself together anymore. he leaned into you, needing you’re warmth. he just needed tonight, that’s it, he’d leave in the morning.
you blink a few times, finding that you’re growing emotional over seeing him this way. tentatively, you wrap your arms around him, letting him lean against you fully.
leon pressed his face into the crook of your neck trying desperately to calm his breathing, quiet his torturous mind.
“please don’t apologize.”
“i should’ve listened—“
“no, it’s not your fault,” you press a kiss to the top of his head. trying to find the right words. “i should’ve handled things better.”
the love you have for leon runs deep. you’re unsure whether he knows it, but the breakup didn’t dull your feelings for him, nor his for you.
“just let me stay tonight,” it felt more like a plea than anything else. his hands weakly grab at your sides, he’s hanging on by thread. “please don’t kick me out again.”
your heart sinks at the pure desperation in his voice. the brokenness of his voice. how hollow he sounds.
you hold him tighter, threading your fingers into his hair. tears cling to your lashes as they begin to fall from your eyes as well. throat burning from the raw emotion.
you press your cheek against the top of leon’s head, cradling him against you, trying to comfort him as best you can. there’s no way you could ever push him out again, not after this, not now.
“you don’t have to go, this is your home too,” you whisper, it’s all you can manage now. if this is hard for you, you can’t begin to imagine how hard this is for him. you’re not the one who’s witnessed horrific things and been on the verge of death countless times.
you feel him relax then fall apart more, holding nothing back. the sobs that wrack his body are so powerful that you have to bite your lip to keep yourself composed. now isn’t the time for you to fall apart too. it isn’t until the shaking stops and his tears have run dry that you’re able to find your voice.
“we can talk in the morning. let’s…just get some rest for now,” you’re uncertain of what the conversation will bring, but you know now is not the time for it, it can wait until tomorrow or the next day. leon can’t, he comes first.
leon nods, lifting his head to see your face wet with tears like his. his lips brush against yours, a ghost of a kiss. he pulls back before either of you have a chance to do something emotion fueled. it’s evident neither of you are in your right mind.
you meet his eyes once more, and they are damning. they say more than he can put into words right now.
‘i can’t do this alone anymore, i need you, i need your strength’.
he leans on you as you both stand. silence passes between you two, there’s a million things you both could say right now, but none of them come. this is enough for now.
you flick off the porch light before wrapping an arm around leon, walking you both to your bedroom.
you’ll figure this out when day breaks because leon’s home, and he’s not leaving again.
'You think Leon is dead when he leaves you to save Raccoon City in 1998. Fifteen years later, he appears at your front door'.
You were eighteen when you fell in love with Leon Kennedy; he was twenty-one, bright-eyed, and freshly assigned to the Raccoon City Police Department. He used to pick you up after work, still in his rookie uniform even though he wasn't really supposed to wear it off duty, because he knew that you liked a man in uniform.
You remember weekends tangled in sheets, laughing about stupid things, talking about the future like it was an absolute.
“M'gonna marry you one day,” he’d whisper against your neck. “Just wait 'til I’m not a broke rookie anymore."
"You gonna be the sergeant?" you'd teased.
"Maybe," he'd quipped. "Maybe you'll be Mrs. Kennedy, heiress to the RPD."
You laughed, but you also kind of believed him.
Then Raccoon City happened.
“I have to go,” he told you as you watched the chaos unfold out the window of the safe house. You spun around to see your boyfriend had a duffel bag slung over his shoulder, hair tousled from pushing his hands through it so many times. “I have to go and help those people—"
"And die? Are you fucking crazy?"
He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying not to cry. "It's my job, Y/N."
You’d argued. You’d cried. You’d begged him not to go.
You beat against his chest as he held you still between his arms. "I can't just stay and watch people die when I know I could make a difference out there. Tell me you understand."
You knew that you were being selfish, that Leon really could make a difference by going out and joining the rest of the RPD against the outbreak. Still, you were too scared of losing him to relent.
"What about me? What about the promises you made me?"
Leon swallowed hard, face puffy with exhaustion and the agony of deciding between you and his moral calling.
"I'll come back. I've got too much to lose not to come back."
You had nothing left to say to him; he had his mind made up, and you knew. And so, he kissed your forehead, told you he loved you more than anything, and walked out the safehouse door.
That was the last time you saw Leon Kennedy. You lived your remaining teen years and your twenties imagining that he had died doing what he loved: the right thing. His parting gift to you was the safehouse that kept you alive, stocked full of essentials and secured like a fortress. In a way, you owed his life to him.
You were older now, living in a quiet apartment on the outskirts of D.C. whilst working a semi-meaningful job for the State. You’d built a life; albeit a small, careful life with walls so high no one could reach you. You hadn't dated since Leon, and people understood why: if the love of your life had died, why would you go on looking for another? You swore off that part of your life, imagined it was a closed chapter, and focused on more important things: your job, for example.
As was custom, tonight you'd brought home more work than was really necessary to keep your mind off the solitude that followed you around; this was a routine you had carefully curated over the past few years, which is why the knock on your door at nearly midnight made your stomach drop. Who the fuck visits unannounced at midnight? Murderers and perverts, is the answer.
With this in mind, you grabbed the baseball bat that you kept by the front door (you swore you were unaffected by Raccoon City, but little things like that proved otherwise) and opened the front door with the chain still attached.
"Can I help yo—" your own gasp interrupted yourself.
There he was: Leon Kennedy, dripping from his dark-blond hair, now streaked with silver. His face was sharper, scarred by a long line cutting through his left eyebrow, with fine lines littering his face. You knew he can't have been older than thirty-five, but God, he looked weathered: you supposed that's what happened when you tried to save a world that kept trying to eat you alive.
“Leon? Is that— is that you?” you'd squinted through the gap in the door, still clutching the bat.
He looked at you with the same eyes that he'd always had — sharp, striking — but they were much more hollow, like he'd literally lost the spark that used to define him.
“Hey,” he said hoarsely. His voice was deeper than you remembered— rougher, you thought. “I wasn't sure if I got the right address.”
Then, your knees buckled, and the world went black.
When you came-to, you were wrapped in a blanket on your couch with a cup of steaming tea next to you. You blinked, certain that whatever you'd just experienced was a dream and that you'd fallen asleep in front of the TV.
But Leon was still there when you looked up, wringing his hands anxiously on the couch opposite you and staring down at the carpet. Of course, Leon Kennedy would find a way through a latched door.
You shuffled slightly and his head shot up: his whole body went stiff.
"You ok?"
This simple question really pissed you off; you didn't even want to dignify it with an answer. You stared at him, chest tightening with fifteen years of rage, grief, and confusion.
“Am I ok?" You scoffed. "You died,” you hissed. “For fifteen fucking years!” You stood up from the couch and began to pace, throwing the blanket down.
“I know..." he replied calmly from the couch.
“You 'know'?" You laughed dryly. "No calls. No letters. No body— for a decade, Leon!” You were screaming now: "what the fuck do you think, 'am I ok'? You bastard! How dare you turn up after fifteen years? I moved on! I moved on and you're back to play the hero again!"
He flinched like you’d hit him. You watched his jaw muscles work as though he were chewing on guilt.
“I couldn’t contact you,” he said quietly. “After Racoon City… everything went to hell. I was moved into black ops— the DSO. They owned me. I couldn’t risk anyone using you against me—”
You let out a bitter laugh, tears burning your eyes. “So you decided for me? That I’d be better off not knowing if you were dead?”
Rain continued to pour behind him as you paced the apartment.
“I thought about you every single day,” he said, voice breaking. “Every mission. Every time I wanted to— to eat a bullet, I thought about you". He took a shaky breath. “I’m not the guy you loved, anymore, I know that. I’m… fucked up. I drink too much. I don’t sleep enough. I’ve done things that would make you vomit. But I had to see you." He stood up from the couch, "even if it was just once. Even if you hate me.”
The silence between you was suffocating: you wanted to scream at him; you wanted to slap him; you wanted to drag him outside and never let him back in again.
Instead, you fell back onto the couch that you'd woken up on and began to cry quietly.
“You should have told me,” you said, voice trembling. “You should've faked your death and not fucking just— just...coming back here. God, Leon. You have no idea what that's like: not knowing for fifteen years.”
His eyes were glassy. “I was trying to protect you. But I was a coward, and I was selfish, Y/N, I know." He moved forward silently; you saw him kneel in front of you through your tears. "I didn’t want you to see what I’d become— what I'd done.”
You wrapped your arms around yourself, fighting back more tears. “I waited for you,” you whispered. “For years. I kept our pictures. I slept in your old hoodie until it fucking... fell apart." You looked up at him and furrowed your brow. "And then I had to learn how to live without you.”
Leon’s face crumpled. He looked like he was barely holding himself together. "I didn't come here for forgiveness. I just… I couldn't break my promise. I said I'd come back. I said that I'd come back and I couldn't go on—”
The dam broke: you started crying — hot, painful, breathless sobs you’d buried for over a decade. Leon gave in instinctively and wrapped his arms around your waist. He held you so tightly it almost hurt, his face buried in your stomach as his own shoulders began to shake.
"I'm so sorry. God, I'm sorry."
He whispered apologies into your torso like a mantra, until you both stopped crying and you were too hot to carry on holding each other. You slowly peeled yourself from his arms.
"What now? What are we supposed to do now?"
Leon lowered his eyes and rested his head on your knees, still kneeled in front of you. You both knew the truth: the boy who promised to marry you died somewhere in Raccoon City, and the man holding you now was someone else— scarred, broken, and full of ghosts.
He lifted his head, finally. "If you want me to leave right now, I will. If you tell me to take out my handgun and shoot myself, I'd do it. Christ, I'd crawl through glass if you asked me to do it, Y/N." He swallowed hard as you looked down at him through puffy, hooded eyes. You couldn't help but let your thumb rub soothing circles on his cheekbone as he peered up at you.
"Or, I can commit one final act of selfishness and beg you to let me stay so I can make it up to you for the rest of our lives".
You sighed, all cried out. Still, you couldn't help the dry smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. "I didn't think I'd ever see the day Leon Kennedy begged for anything."
He laughed and dropped his head onto your knees again. You let yourself play with the admittedly still baby-soft hair at the nape of his neck, littered with greys.
Quietly, you broke the silence. "What if I can't forgive you?"
Leon paused, then spoke. "I would be happy to spend a lifetime trying."
post elpis older boyfriend .ᐟ leon kennedy is a different man. he might as well be a sex robot now— his sex is one of a rabid animal’s in heat and he fucks a lot. insanely so. something changed in his libido; it went out straight up the roof. he can’t get enough of you and at times, he gets a pulsing hard boner that lasts him enough for a couple of hours. he makes you come sweet on his tongue fresh in the morning, hiding under the blanket. during your breakfast, he can barely contain himself. he spreads your legs wide open on the kitchen table and fucks your cunt with no wrapper or birth control. he might as well put a few babies in you if he’s so healthy all of a sudden.
it’s always been an insecurity of his that a guy your age could keep it up for longer and take care of your needs. not anymore.
and that’s not even the best part. leon makes your thighs tremble shut with his cock inside you, spilling ropes of salty, warm cum inside your swollen pussy. it then, he leaves you dizzy and breathless on the bed to grab you a towel. when he returns, his initial plans of cleaning your thighs and running you a warm bath are completely replaced. he traps you under his rough, strong body, sweaty muscles and burning red cheeks from doing all the work. “one more round, doll?” and you won’t even stop there. god knows if you’ll ever stop.
you even told leon he can use your pussy freely while you’re asleep if he needs it so badly— so, he grabs the sole bottle of lube from the nightstand drawer and mixed with spit, he stretches your cunt with two of his fingers, right before opening your tight pussy up with the tip of his cock. every night you fuck like dirty rabbits because he can’t stop thinking about how sexy you’d look bent over the balcony, fucking yourself messy into his thick cock.
'You see a spider and scream— Leon thinks that you're in serious danger.'
The apartment is quiet except for the low murmur of the TV and the sound of rain against the windows. Leon’s in the bedroom changing after getting home late, his duffel bag dropped near the door, jacket tossed over a chair.
You’re curled up on the couch scrolling mindlessly through your phone when something catches your eye near the lamp beside the TV: a spider. Not tiny, either—actually, big enough to make your stomach immediately flip. It crawls down the wall slowly, deliberately taunting you, you think.
Your breath catches in your throat.
“...Leon?” you call out quietly, hoping not to cause the creature to skittle off. No response, of course; Leon only hears you muttering under your breath when you're cussing him out. Selective hearing, you call it.
The spider moves again. You sit up, rigid.
“Leoooon?" You wail. Still nothing. And then the thing suddenly disappears behind the lamp. Your phone drops to the floor with a bang.
“Oh my G— LEON!"
You hear heavy footsteps thunder from the bedroom and, before you can process it, Leon appears around the corner with a handgun already drawn, expression sharp and alert in a way that makes your heart jump for an entirely different reason; he's topless, still in his tactical pants, hair pushed back out of his face.
“Y/N? What's wrong?” he calls as he hastens to the living room, face strewn with concern. His eyes sweep the apartment automatically, trained instinct taking over before you can even answer.
You stare at him, mouth agape. He stares back expectantly, eyebrows raised.
“…there was a spider.”
Leon doesn’t move: the gun remains in his hand for a solid three seconds while the words process in his brain.
“What?”
You point weakly toward the lamp. “It was...huge.”
Leon lets the weapon drop to his side as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “You screamed.”
“Because it was huge.”
His shoulders sag with relief so visible you almost feel guilty. He drags a hand down his face, exhaling sharply. “Jesus Christ, sweetheart, I thought someone broke in."
“Something did break in!” you scowl.
Leon actually closes his eyes for a second like he’s reconsidering every life decision that led him here. Then, he looks at you— curled defensively into the corner of the couch, eyes still fixed on the lamp like the spider might reappear armed and dangerous— and he laughs.
He clicks the safety back on and sets the handgun carefully on the table out of reach before approaching the lamp.
“You know,” he says without looking back at you, “I’ve seen spiders bigger than cars.”
“At least you knew where they were— this one disappeared and now it could be anywhere.”
“Fair point.”
He nudges the lamp slightly; you immediately pull your legs higher onto the couch. Leon snorts softly under his breath before crouching down to inspect behind the table. His movements are calm, methodical: the same focus he uses on missions, which somehow makes this even more embarrassing.
“There it is,” Leon says finally.
"Yeah? You see it? Don't let it run away again—"
“Relax.”
“I'll relax once it's on the bottom of your boot.”
Leon grabs a nearby magazine and an empty glass from the coffee table, folds it once, and with one quick movement traps the spider under a glass. You stare at him wide-eyed, expectantly.
“Better?” he asks.
Before you can reply, the spider starts crawling against the glass. You make a horrified noise and Leon stands up with the glass and magazine as he walks toward the window.
“Oh, honey,” he laughs, shaking his head. “You’re really scared of this little thing?”
“Yes! You thought I was being murdered five minutes ago— that's how scared I am!”
“Don't joke about that," he scowls, "or I'll put this in our bed."
You glare while he carries the trapped spider toward the window and releases it outside into the rain. When he turns back around, you’re still visibly tense, eyes scanning the walls suspiciously. Leon walks back over slowly, amusement softening into something warmer.
“Aw, sweetheart, come on. It's gone now.”
The second he sits beside you, you immediately move into him without hesitation, pressing against his naked chest while he wraps an arm around your shoulders automatically, rubbing soothing circles on your upper arm. You breathe him in: worn-off cologne, musk and sweat from the day, the smell of his body wash. Leon.
“For the record,” he says, “please reserve your screams for situations where I might actually need to help you.”
“You say that like that wasn’t a life-threatening situation.”
you see him after a week of radio silence, the ring on his finger glinting under ambulance lights.
a week of no calls, no texts, not even a warning beforehand. it was easy to say that you wanted to tie him up and hit his sides, or cut his balls.
"ma’am, you cannot be here—" a poor medic tried to stop you, but you shoved him away, clearly enraged.
leon could feel it. the way the air changed and almost smelled like you in your expensive perfume. he was in trouble.
"you!" you said loudly. he turned, pretending not to hear you. even if he was in something as prestigious as the dso, leon was still scared of you. he didn’t even know why he was trying to pretend that you weren’t mad.
"leon, you look at me or i am leaving you right here." his head shot up as soon as you spoke, you were glad the threat worked beautifully. "okay, love, listen—" he tried to reason, but you weren’t having it. "no, you listen to me, mr. kennedy," you interrupted. his lips pursed shut. "who do you think you are, thinking that you could suddenly leave with no words, no plans, not even a warning in advance?!" you shouted, even the paramedics were looking at leon worriedly.
leon tried to glance at one of the people walking around, but you caught his attention immediately. "no. you are not looking anywhere else except my eyes, do you understand me?" you were clearly mad, leon was extremely aroused by your authority over him.
he gulped, "yes, ma’am."
leon had no choice but to listen despite the haze fogging his mind. he found you hot when you were angry.
summary : doing your makeup while sitting on leon's lap
notes : really self indulgent tbh
credits to the owner of the divider!
leon was feeling incredibly clingy today and you'd love to indulge him at his antics but sadly, you have work.
as soon as you woke up earlier, leon was trying to get you back to bed while mumbling incoherently and making some grabby hands at you. your boyfriend is so cute to be honest, but you cant miss work today cause you have an important meeting with some heads so with a kiss on his forehead, you immediately went to get ready and made some quick breakfast.
you ate and drank your coffee at the kitchen alone, thinking that leon will probably wake up later but after finishing up, you decided that you'll bring some cup of coffee for him if he wants to spend his morning in the bedroom.
"why are you awake already?". you asked in confusion when you finally went back in your room with a steaming mug of coffee to do your make up and you saw leon getting out of the bathroom.
"cant sleep without you". he grumbled as he scratches his tummy while walking towards you.
you just shook your head in amusement at him while you went to your closet to finally change into some work clothes. just a simple black pencil skirt, paired with some brown silky long sleeve top. then after adjusting everything, you went to your vanity but you found leon sitting on your plush chair.
"baby, go back to sleep". you softly said as you ran a hand through his hair. you know he's still tired considering he actually just got back from a long week mission yesterday night.
a week of being away from each other, only texts and phone calls are keeping you both sane.
leon hummed against your touch before he wrapped an arm around your waist and guided you gently on to his lap. he squeezed you tight causing you to smile and give him a kiss on his head again.
guess youre doing your make up on his lap today.
with that, both of you just let the silence fill the room while you started putting on your makeup and he's just feeling you up and observing you. from time to time, he takes the mug of warm coffee from the table that you brought with you earlier and takes a sip.
the warmth of the coffee and your weight on him makes him sigh in delight, he missed this. it was only a week but he missed this.
"whats that?". he mumbled as he watched you put something thin on your eyelids.
"eyeliner, its a new brand too". you told him as you finished up putting it before closing your eyes and turned your head towards him. "blow, please".
obediently, he carefully blows on your eyes to make the eyeliner dry. he did it for a few more seconds while his thumb on your thigh caressed the skin.
so soft and warm.
you smiled at him when you finally opened your eyes and leon swore he fell in love again. he watched you put down the eyeliner down on the table and you took another small pink bottle with a circle top on it. you opened it gingerly and tapped the applicator lightly on your hand before closing it back up.
leon kissed your shoulder as you spread the blush on your hand with a finger before patting it on your cheeks and blending it while looking through the mirror infront of you. when you blended everything, you figured its time to put some powder on your face before layering it with a powder blush soon.
"looks so beautiful". he hummed as he watches you through the mirror. he loves the way your blush highlights your apple cheeks.
he watched you put more stuffs on your cheeks and dusting it with some small dab of highlighter. you smiled at him through the mirror before your hands rummaged through your pouch of lippies.
"should i put some lip liner on today?". you asked as you glanced down at the pouch and eyed the different colors.
"sure, hun". he honestly dont know whats a lip liner but he's sure its going to go on your lips, your kissable lips.
you beamed and you took a neutral color one before you leaned more forward towards the mirror with leon holding your hips tightly to not let you fall. you spread the liner with a finger along the bows and ends of your lips after putting it on then you picked a lip gloss.
"wanna kiss you". leon said as he watched you glide the lip gloss on your lips before smacking it together.
you laughed softly at him as you closed the product before you moved closer and wrapped your arms around his neck. he looked at you with heavy lidded eyes but the love in it is so present that you cant help but blush a little.
your hand found the hairs on his nape and you played with it softly as you gazed upon his soft eyes too. sleepy and clingy leon is such a sight for you. he's just so cute and lovely.
"pick me up later?". you asked softly.
"of course, hun". he gave you a sleepy smile and you leaned down to press your forehead against his. "i missed you so much".
"i missed you more, baby". you whispered before pressing your glossy lips on his causing him to hum.
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