RE9!Leon Kennedy x Reader
As snow falls outside the window, you and Leon snuggle up beneath the covers. It doesn't take long before he's asking for a simple favor
aka cockwarming with Leon
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(to be honest, this might be trash. Tbh, I have been feeling super overwhelmed with the requests and it's led to serious lack of motivation this weekend. I've been wanting to write all day long but I just haven't been able to put words together idk. maybe I just need to sleep lol. either way, I apologize if I didn't quite bring this request to life the way I could have ily all and I hope tomorrow if a better day for my creativity. needless to say, this isn't edited very thoroughly. I hope it's not impossible to get through haha)
“Leon,” you groan. “Stop that.”
“What? I’m cold.” The mirth in his voice is thick as he coos in your ear.
You glance over your shoulder, rolling your eyes. “You’re never cold, Leon,” you retort, having slept with the human radiator, himself, every night for the past few years. There have been many occasions on which you’d wake up at midnight, sweat gluing your back to his chest as he held you tight against him, snoring like a baby in your ear while you searched for an icy patch of sheet beneath your pillow to cool yourself down.
“Looking at the snow makes me cold, baby,” he says, tightening his hold around you, one forearm around your waist, the other under your neck, his hand on your shoulder. You glance out the window, and sure enough, fat clumps of snow fall from the night sky, coating the backyard in a blanket of white.
Snow has always calmed you, especially when it happens at night, the streets silent except for the crunch under your boot, the lamps reflecting amber onto the cast of glittering flakes. It was your favorite part about moving out of the city, the peace that falls over town in the middle of the night, unbroken by the roaring engines of cars, the unignorable clammer of the streets.
Leon nuzzles into the crook of your neck, even his breath humid on your skin. His hips continue their gyrations against your ass, rutting into you as though they belong to a dog in heat, not your forty-nine-year-old-husband whose sex drive should be declining right about now but has done quite the opposite.
“Leon,” you warn once more. “I thought we were trying to go to bed early tonight.” If he keeps this up, he’ll eventually want more, and the two of you will be up all night fucking like rabbits.
You move your arm back to swat playfully at him, but you can’t quite find the right angle to land your palm.
“Come on,” he goads, hand falling to slide beneath the hem of your t-shirt, immediately finding your breasts, kneading and squeezing. You have to bite back a moan when he pinches your nipple, arousal shooting straight through you beneath the sensation. “Just a quickie.”
“It’s never ‘just a quickie’, and you know that.”
“Then just let me put it in.”
You part your lips to argue back, wanting to cite that early morning he has, which will be made even earlier as he will have to shovel the driveway before he can even think about beginning his commute. It’s futile. His fingers are already hooked around the band of your panties, and you lift your hips to help him slide them down your thighs, a gesture of silent permission.
“Fine,” you verbalize, shifting your hips back against his freed cock, feeling his skin against the now-bare flesh of your buttocks, tossing a leg over his hip. “No sex, though. I don’t want to have to get out of bed to pee.”
You’re far too comfy beneath the warm blankets, the flannel sheets, your head resting on the pillow you fluffed and teased to get just right. Perhaps you’d risk a UTI just to stay warm and cozy in this cocoon. On second thought, perhaps not. “No sex,” you repeat.
“Yes ma’am,” he grunts, kissing the nape of your neck as he aligns himself with your entrance, slipping just the head inside at first. The stretch makes you whimper, the sound harmonized by Leon’s own low growl.
Then, the whole thing. You never realize how much you love being filled by him until he’s back inside you after you’ve gotten used to his absence. With his entire length now sunk into your pussy, Leon wraps his arms back around your waist, pulling you back into his grasp, lips returning to your neck.
“This is nice, huh?” he whispers into your ear, teeth nibbling the lobe.
“Mhm,” you hum, jutting your ass back, cheeks meeting his hips. It’s instinct at this point, growing harder to ignore the longer he’s inside you, unmoving. He clicks his tongue, telling you to relax.
“Just watch the snow, baby, and go to sleep. We have an early morning tomorrow.”
