Leon does not deliver grand speeches about love. Instead, he shows it through action.
The Scar Count | @/multific
You like to trace and kiss the scars that mark Leon’s body, wanting to know and love every part of him.
Birthday Boy | @bumblebeesfromvenus
Your need to spoil your boyfriend on his birthday with an elaborate celebration results in a misunderstanding with hurt feelings on both sides. But the pure love the both of you hold for eachother finds a way to mend all tears in the end.
PERSISTENT | @angelicsoka
three times leon has asked you out and the one time you said yes.
HADESTOWN | @/angelicsoka
leon kennedy didn’t believe in love at first sight. he couldn’t, not with his line of work. that is, until he met you. you were everything he was not. you looked for the light in the dark, so innocently positive. you hadn’t seen the horrors he has. maybe that’s why he fell so hard. it was nice coming home to someone who saw past the brooding, moody persona he held. everything about you was perfect and he selfishly wanted you all to himself. he married you quickly, he knew from the moment he met you that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. about a year into your marriage, leon comes home to find you gone and the house trashed, as if you fought like hell. desperate to find you and bring you back to him, leon is more than willing to travel to the ends of the earth to find you. he is willing to risk it all, for you.
Sunshine in the DSO | @deathbyapril
Leon Kennedy, the hard and stern DSO gets a visit from his sunshine and rainbows wife who brings him lunch and many are surprised to see him soften.
Leon Kennedy x wife!reader | @/deathbyapril
You interrupt another woman flirting with your husband Leon Kennedy at a bar.
Hope | @/deathbyapril
Leon Kennedy takes Grace back to his safe house, which just so happens to be where his wife lives.
Undercover Heat | @/deathbyapril
Leon Kennedy and his wife go under cover at a fancy party and she must pretend to flirt with someone else to get information and Leon gets very jealous.
re9! Leon | @cummingprincess
re9 leon as a husband | @lilacgrayskies
making out with rookie!leon | @/lilacgrayskies
once a mom, always a mom | @aurorak28
you became a mother back in 2006, having three attached, clingy, and young children along with a husband that cannot leave you alone— does not give you much space.
THIRTY YEARS LATE | @viktateapot
Thirty years after the fall of Raccoon City, you and Leon return to the ruins of the police station. While searching through the debris of your past, you find something you thought was lost forever—a gift you had prepared for a rookie officer named Leon Kennedy on his first day. A gift he never received. Now, in the place where your nightmare began, you finally get to give it to him. Better late than never.
CERTIFIED GIRL DAD | @rednnedy
Having a daughter who's 4 means being asked questions all the time and all type of them... including when are you going to give her a baby sister
FIRST MORNING HOME | @/rednnedy
You and Leon just had your first baby, and while all you want to do is cuddling with your little girl after a very bad first night at home, you end up finding out she's cuddling with Leon... who says "skin to skin" is very important during the first days of life
THE WEDDING CHRONICLES Series | @/rednnedy
After leaving Raccoon City for a second time and, finally, having some time for himself, Leon has definitely his ideas in order, and one thing he wants to do with you as soon as he can is getting married
Get in line | @frogglezzz
the tutor in dorm 24B | @sweets3rial
you have no choice but to go to your math professor for help in the class. unfortunately, he can't help you. but he knows a certain blonde that can, top of his class, perfect scores on everything, just the tutor for you.
drabble | @xoxomaeby
“happy first day, officer kennedy” | @/xoxomaeby
Talk To Me | @forgetminot
You have been trying your best to avoid Leon; Ignoring his questions and running off into danger. What happens when he confronts you about it and you have nowhere to go?
i keep crawling back home. | @old6urgundy
Leon vs. Superglued jar Challenge | @breathings-of-the-heart
A Place that Stays, part two, part three | @/breathings-of-the-heart
you've recently joined the force as a forensic analyst, with the same bright-eyed enthusiasm that reminds Leon of his own rookey days. Unfortunately, your fast-moving, efficient brain tends to falter when faced with a work crush-- and you're not as invisible to him as you think.
Imagine | @saintlea
Leon, who immediately after being cured of the T-Virus, showed up to his ex-wife’s house.
Voicemails | @messenger-of-babel
When complications arise on his mission, all he has is one phone call back to you.
That fucking quarter-zip shirt | @girlwithadragonheart
Two Ghosts | @tearsof-scarlet
Rural Spain was the last place you expected to see Leon Kennedy. He isn’t the rookie you left in Raccoon City, he’s colder, sharper, and harder to walk away from a second time.
Stay Close, Rookie | @/tearsof-scarlet
You’re the no-nonsense top officer at Raccon Police Department who swore off training rookies, right up until Leon Scott “golden retriever” Kennedy gets assigned to your hip.
Tactical Restraint | @/tearsof-scarlet
After surviving the horrors of Raccoon City, Leon S. Kennedy is recruited by the U.S. government to begin training as a special agent. The program is brutal, relentless, built to break even the toughest. You're one of the elite agents assigned to oversee his development. He reports to you, follows your orders but he can’t seem to stop his interest towards you.
Re9 Leon Kennedy x DSO agent | @leavemealoneplzs
Re9 retired Leon Kennedy | @/leavemealoneplzs
welcome leon | @heartyluv
re2!leon boyfriend hcs | @lac3angel
Masterlist | @leonsleatherjacket
salt & pepper, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7 | @/leonsleatherjacket
you had worked in the dso for almost a year now doing logistics and communications. you preferred the quiet and being behind a screen. however, sherry believed that working as an assistant for leon would benefit not only you, but him too. so you were now assigned as leon s. kennedy's assistant. both of you had your own problems, and it was only a matter of time until either one of you was going to crash.
there she is | @/leonsleatherjacket
recently, things have gotten worse and you struggle to leave the bed. your husband, leon s. kennedy, worries about you.
waiting for you | @/leonsleatherjacket
you have been leon's partner for 15 years, and your love for him never grows old. after so many years of breaking down those stubborn walls around him, he still finds it hard to understand that someone wants to take care of him- instead of vice versa.
wife! reader x husband! RE9! Leon | @/leonsleatherjacket
you have been leon's partner for 15 years, and your love for him never grows old. after so many years of breaking down those stubborn walls around him, he still finds it hard to understand that someone wants to take care of him- instead of vice versa.
A Soft Spot for You | @leonw4nter
Leon Kennedy Headcannons, Pt 2 | @cherryredstarz
Sleepy Mornings | @/cherryredstarz
Masterlist | @millimeraki
BRINGING HOME HOPE | @/millimeraki
You’re waiting for the call that will make you a widow. And then the front door opens.
Training Center | @/millimeraki
Within government service, you transfer to the DSO. The training is brutal, but the new job definitely has its advantages.
his eyes all over me | @familyvideostevie
I’m home, baby | @prsleysbabe
Leon comes back home after being away dealing with Victor Gideon and having to revisit his past… Raccoon city. With Leon’s infection, he thought he that was it for him, that he would never see you again. Luckily, Grace found the cure for Leon and now he’s better than ever and all he wants is you.
Take All My Love | @plutotheplum
to your chagrin, you get partnered with an irritating DSO agent who happens to take an interest in the case you’re working on.
You still married me. | @khonsus-heart
Chris’s team found Leon and the missing FBI agent he went looking for, so when you get the call that they’re alright. Nothing's stopping you from seeing for yourself.
You’re stuck with me | @/khonsus-heart
Leon has spent a lifetime saying goodbyes at doorways, in passing, and over distance, always promising he’d come back. But when the life he’s built finally stands on the edge of being taken from him, he’s forced to confront a truth he’s avoided for too long. Some goodbyes don’t wait for you to be ready.
You said you’d fix it. | @/khonsus-heart
When the memory of his former wife comes to haunt him and a long-buried infection resurfaces, Leon is forced to confront the one thing he’s always avoided...his own problems. As his daughter begins to show the same signs that took her mother, Leon races against time to fix what he couldn’t before. Because this time, he’s not just fighting to survive. He’s fighting to come back.
That’s my little missus, she’s my number one | @simping-for-joe
Leon isn’t shocked to see you demanded to see him. The other people around you are shocked to see his sweet soft wife suddenly on a rampage.
slice of life | @myfckintruckwontstart
short windows into your life with leon.
He's Safe | @softkammi
WELCOME HOME, MR. KENNEDY?, Part 2 | @konalis
Leon Kennedy's always survived everything. But being a dad? That's what really scares him. Twelve years of trying, a daughter on the way, and the T-virus threatening to steal the future you spent so long building.
Leon kennedy (re9) x fem!reader | @whohurtyouxoxo
A oneshot where Leon Kennedy (re9) comes home to his darling wife after a long struggling mission, however his wife has struggles of her own …
Day in the Life as Leon’s Wife | @coralreefqueen-ao3
snippets of what it is like to be the wife of the legendary Leon S. Kennedy.
Come back to me | @midnightcrw
Leon calls you before returning to Raccoon City.
Thoughts of You | @glader13
Masterlist | @belovedcloud
One Bed | @/belovedcloud
who knew saving the president's daughter was so tiring? only you and leon knew the treacherous steps towards the hotel room that was supposed to rejuvenate you both. only for him to open the door and to see one bed.
“Re9 Leon Headcanons” | @danytar
PEACE WAS A LIE | @/danytar
Better Than Ever | @f41ryb0nes
comes home feeling better than he has in ages, and he knows just how to show you.
sad beautiful tragic | @totallynotmina
re4r!leon x fem!reader | @your-s-truly
re4r!leon x president’s daughter!reader | @/your-s-truly
YOU'VE DONE ENOUGH | @ceceisdownbad
it's been a long time since you've heard from Leon, all you could do was wait
his first and best | @kyougan
you feel that? | @/kyougan
you’ve earned it | @/kyougan
Just one more minute... | @shycloudkitty
Your husband has to leave for yet another mission but he's not quite ready to let you go yet… So he just savors…each… moment…
leon kennedy… as your husband. | @duckewrites
Eyes on You, Part 2 | @vickyminajj
A skilled intelligence agent is assigned as the partner of Leon S. Kennedy for a series of bioweapons investigations, and their partnership starts off tense as both expect the other to be difficult to work with. After several missions together, their constant banter at the agency slowly shifts into obvious flirting. As Leon begins finding excuses to stop by her desk and spend time with her, the growing tension between them finally leads to him asking her out for dinner, outside of a mission for the first time.
Let Him Go, Give Him Back | @monomyth-scribbles
Leon can tend to his own injuries. Sometimes, he prefers not to. After all, nothing compares to his wife's touch.
husband leon | @harpsinfinity
You really like them a lot, don't you ? | @ninibeingdelulu
You just love your boyfriend’s arms
NOT EVEN THE GODS ABOVE CAN SEPARATE THE TWO OF US | @niki-phoria
leon can't bare the thought of losing you for a second. so what happens when you disappear for four hours in a haunted, monster-filled castle?
MORNING HAZE | @/millimeraki
Watching your husband sleep so peacefully gives you an idea. Just how deeply is he really sleeping?
shy assistant! reader | @/leonsleatherjacket
you had worked in the dso for almost a year now doing logistics and communications. you preferred the quiet and being behind a screen. however, sherry believed that working as an assistant for leon would benefit not only you, but him too.
a/n: hii, again short oneshot 'bout arms and fingers kinks! i'm also starting to work on the continuation of my drabble and requests. so, enjoy reading╰(*´︶`*)╯ pairing: afab fem!reader x re9 leon s. kennedy find me on AO3 make your REQUEST (not only re) my MASTERLIST (not done yet)
Leon S. Kennedy is quite the expert at using his hands exactly as he should.
You noticed it when he grabbed your hand and pulled you along or pulled you out of dangerous situations, telling you to stay behind him, when he gripped a gun with those long fingers, or when he sat down next to you and just talked, usually resting his hands on top of yours, on your back, or on your thigh... and the more you got to know him and the closer you became to him, the more often he touched you, bolder and more confident, but usually still appropriate enough for the public place where you both were.
But as soon as the two of you found yourselves somewhere alone, truly alone, his hands immediately began to caress you. Tangling in your hair, stroking your back, exploring every curve of your body, cupping your face in his palms to pull you close for a passionate kiss.
And every time you found yourselves together on the couch or in bed, his hands would wrap around your waist or hips, or cup your breasts. And although you really enjoy watching his hands, you appreciate them even more when you can feel them—truly feel them. Like how he grabs your hair with a strength that always surprises you, or how he squeezes your neck so tightly that you can’t breathe. Or when he grabs your waist and deftly positions you into whatever pose he likes best at that moment, and you let him.
How could you have resisted Leon and his hands?
And when they wrap around your breasts again, kneading them, teasing them, his long fingers dig into your soft flesh before focusing on your sensitive nipples, rolling them between his fingertips, pinching, tugging—all you can do is moan softly at the sensations. And although he can be quite rough with his hands at times, after that he uses his whole body to soothe you; mostly his mouth, so dirty, you know, the kind that spits out things no one should say out loud, but there are also his lips, those seductive lips that move greedily along your jaw and neck, gently sinking into your skin with kisses until they reach it with his teeth and tongue.
And that tongue…
Leon’s so skilled with his tongue. Whether it’s during a kiss or when he explores your body, licking, nibbling, and sucking on your lips, earlobes, breasts, or any patch of skin he can reach, sometimes leaving marks on you that you can barely hide the next day, and which he always soothes with the caresses of his eager tongue. And while his large hands grip your waist, he runs his tongue over your nipples until they harden and almost start to ache, and then sucks on them like a man tormented by thirst, constantly teasing and soothing them with his tongue.
Then he moves lower, caressing your stomach, tracing your navel, kissing your pelvic bones, his hands constantly gliding along your sides, exploring further until they cup your thighs and spread them apart so he can bury his face there. What he does between your legs is beyond description. At the very least, it leaves you speechless, breathless, and even mindless, and all you can do is whimper, moan, gasp, and scream with pleasure as he presses his mouth against your folds, licking the space between your labia, lapping up any moisture he creates with his skilled movements.
Usually, Leon focuses on any area of sensitive skin except your clit. He leaves it alone until it starts to throb, and you become so desperate for it that you arch your hips toward his face. Then his hands rise again, holding you tightly, his fingers digging into your skin, sometimes leaving bruises from how hard he squeezes you, while he continues his journey along your wet vagina, kissing, licking, and sucking, clamping your folds between his teeth, teasing them.
He even plunges his tongue into your depths, moving that muscle in ways you could never have imagined. And as you melt beneath him, your body twitches but no longer resists; he cups your buttocks with his hands and, kneading them with his nimble fingers, pulls you closer to his face, penetrating deeper. And only then does he move on to your clitoris. Usually it’s one or two licks, after which you shudder, screaming louder, and a few more licks until you come right in his face.
Then his hands will find yours, his fingers will slide between yours, wrap around you, squeeze you, and support you during your body’s convulsions. He may greedily soak up your wetness, but he’ll never stop until he brings you to at least one more orgasm, enjoying how you lose control, let go of everything, and forget everything that ever bothered you. And oh, how light and carefree you feel after he’s finished with you.
Or when his mouth is done with you. Because then he’ll start using his fingers, and you’ll never be able to come down from that euphoric state as he strokes that sensitive bundle of nerves with one hand while the other glides over your folds, parting your lips, caressing the wet, sensitive skin until he slides the tip of his finger inside, teasing you, feeling your walls tighten around him.
And slowly he pushes it deeper, one knuckle at a time, pressing into your tension, massaging and exploring your tender flesh, while his other hand lies flat on your stomach, feeling those contractions, and his thumb presses firmly against your clit, stroking it in circular motions.
You’ve probably already turned into a pool of your own arousal and moans, barely able to appreciate these wonderful hands and fingers, but he continues, pulling a finger out and replacing it with two, easily penetrating deeper, stretching your walls as he bends them inside you, and when he bends them just right and presses on that spot, doing so while applying strong pressure to your clit, you explode with pleasure, your moans indistinct.
He caresses you with his fingers during your orgasm, quickly and forcefully thrusting his long fingers in and out, enjoying those slurping sounds that you’d be ashamed of if you weren’t floating up to the ceiling right now. He gets even bolder and adds a third finger, stretching you even wider, preparing you for another adventure. They move back and forth while his thumb continues to circle your clit, and he might even lean down to gently kiss or roughly bite your inner thighs—perhaps both—leaving even more marks on you.
And you writhe, squirm, and tremble in his embrace, lost in ecstasy, but when he pulls his fingers away and stops caressing your clit, you look at him through half-closed eyes, and then melt even further into whatever surface you’re lying on, watching as he brings his glistening fingers to his lips and licks them with that sensual purr that drives you wild.
Leon leans back slightly, watching you with a dark gaze; his blue eyes are barely visible through his dilated pupils—he desires you so intensely. His tanned face is set, focused, his jaw clenched, and the muscles beneath his skin move so pleasantly. His hand still wraps around your neck, then you feel his other hand slide upward, tracing your curves until his warm palm presses against your breast, gently cupping it before he begins to knead it, rubbing against your nipple until it hardens.
He is so captivated by the feel of your soft flesh that he releases your neck and leans back, still pressing his hips against yours, deeply connected to you, while simultaneously cupping your other breast, holding them firmly in his large, warm, and safe hands. He continues to caress them, alternating between rough squeezes and gentle presses, your hard nipples rubbing against his calloused skin, and watches your face intently. You’ve relaxed so much that you’ve almost forgotten about his hard cock resting inside your tight pussy—but only until he suddenly starts moving.
Leon thrusts his cock into you hard, over and over, and every time he penetrates you deeply, you gasp and rock up and down but his hands on your breasts hold you in place. He uses them to guide you, gripping them tightly with his outstretched arms, and thrusts his hips hard.
Your legs spread apart again, too weak to hold him, and your whole body moves in time with his powerful thrusts. You watched his muscles ripple beneath his skin, his tendons moving with every thrust, but you threw your head back and dissolved into a pool of bliss as he continued to thrust his cock into you, stretching your walls that clenched around him; his rapid rhythm left you unable to do anything but lie before him and make those very sounds that made him move even faster.
The tension in your stomach builds, and, pinching your nipples, he thrusts deep inside you, always hitting the very deepest spot, until you cry out and arch your back, stars dancing before your eyes, your limbs twitching involuntarily as you come from his cock.
Leon lifts you up, embraces you, and presses you against his chest; his lips find your shoulder for tender kisses, after which he gently bites you. You can barely move your arms, but you try to wrap them around him, clinging to him, digging your nails into his back, while he picks up the pace even more.
Your mixed moans and sighs echo through the room as you press your cheek against his collarbone, while he holds you tightly—one hand between your shoulder blades, the other on your lower back—and thrusts into you quickly and forcefully until a moan escapes his throat, and he gives one last thrust, hitting your cervix perfectly, causing you to lose control of yourself once more.
Leon freezes inside you as you shudder, and you feel him twitch between your quivering walls. His embrace tightens as he cums inside you, filling your womb with his hot semen. His heavy breathing burns your ears as he slowly relaxes, holding you in his arms, and for a moment neither of you moves, as the heat you’ve both created spreads through your body like a wildfire.
You feel exhausted and close your eyes, though you want to watch as he gently pushes your hands away and lays you back on your back; his hands wander over your sweaty body, caressing your soft breasts until they move to your hips, holding them as he pulls back and slides out of you. You feel drops of warm semen dripping from your opening, and you don’t care at all where they land or what they stain, but then you feel his fingers on your sensitive skin, and your eyes flutter open.
Leon looks at you with a weary grin, tracing your clit with his finger, then slides that same finger into your pussy, pouring his semen inside you once more. You let out a soft gasp as he continues to caress you with his fingers until he’s certain his essence remains inside you.
When he pulls his finger out, it’s covered in your mixed juices, glistening and dripping, and you see him bring it to his mouth, but somehow you manage to lift yourself up, wrap your trembling hands around his wrist, and pull his hand toward your mouth. His eyes will sparkle with delight when he sees you licking his finger, and a quiet growl escapes his throat.
You don’t take your eyes off him as you work your way through the other fingers in the same way; your tongue caresses these beautiful fingers, the space between them, and the back of his hand, and when he curls his fingers, you feel the tendons and veins move against your tongue, and a deep shiver runs through your body. You gently wrap your small hands around his thick forearm, admiring every detail: you notice the sharp edges of his wrist, the hair falling onto his arm, the veins winding around it, and the taut muscles beneath the skin.
And he watches you intently, mesmerized by how much attention you pay to his hand—a hand you’ll never tire of admiring.
a/n: hii, this is short drabble about overstimulation, oh yeah!! I love it and it's a shame there are so few works with this tag. so, enjoy reading (‾◡◝) pairing: afab fem!reader x re9 leon s. kennedy find me on AO3 make your REQUEST (not only re) my MASTERLIST (not done yet)
Leon’s breathing was the loudest sound in the bedroom: ragged, uneven, and strained, as if he were holding himself back. His jaw was clenched tight, his temples were covered in sweat, and his whole body was the embodiment of self-control; he was trying with all his might not to lose control, because somewhere deep down he always remembered that you were much younger than him, and he would rather die than hurt you.
You’d already come three times. Three, for God’s sake, times. And he hadn’t come once, because tonight wasn’t about that.
Tonight was about you, and that was always important when he came back drained, with a gray face and dark circles under his eyes that meant his mission had worn him out, and he let it happen, just let it, because there was no other way. His hands rested on the backs of your thighs, squeezing the soft skin beneath his fingertips, and he moved slowly, his thick cock sliding in and out halfway, barely all the way in. His moan was almost full of frustration, helplessness.
The tip of his cock throbbed, his whole body begging to thrust deeper into your wet pussy, until the tip pressed against your cervix, and your eyes rolled back, and you cried out from how deep he was inside you. But, no matter how much he wanted to, he couldn’t make you cry. Not once in his life.
Leon leaned in, shifting his weight, and you felt his breath on your jaw before he pressed his lips against your neck and let your trembling legs wrap themselves around his waist on their own, before moving up to your face and kissing you. You returned the kiss, teeth clashing, tongues intertwining; your whole body trembled with sensation, and you were vaguely aware of something, that you didn’t immediately feel his hand, which had wrapped around your wrists and gently, more hinting than restraining, ran over your head as he didn’t pull away from your lips.
“Does it hurt?”, he asked quietly, a hoarseness in his voice as he left a wet kiss on your cheek, “you’re trying to endure it with all your might, huh? Tell me if it hurts.”
You opened your mouth in a silent moan, your eyes half-open, trying to catch his gaze on your face. “N-no, I’m fine. Don’t stop.”
Then the angle shifted slightly, and he clenched his jaw at the sound of your melodious voice, and he froze for half a second, because as soon as his cock stretched your walls, you cried out. His cock penetrated deeply, rubbing against your spongy G-spot, and with a hoarse moan, Leon reflexively thrust his hips forward until the head pressed against your cervix; your boyfriend is proud of himself, feeling how quickly your response came—your nails dug into his back, leaving red, aching marks. He shouldn’t have loosened his grip on your wrists.
“Does the kitty have sharp claws now?”, Leon chuckles softly, but clenches his teeth against the faint, pleasant sting of the scratches.
He pulls back just enough to look at your flushed face. His fingers brush your hair back—the strands are damp, and he needs to take his time as you try to catch your breath after that deep, hard thrust, but your walls still tremble desperately around him, tightening and relaxing in frantic little pulses, trying to pull him deeper, but he didn’t move. His forehead pressed against yours, “atta girl,” his hand moved from your hair to your cheek, his thumb touching your cheekbone.
Leon felt again how close you were to orgasm, despite your exhaustion, how your wet pussy tightened around his cock; the slurping sounds grew louder as he made slow but deep thrusts, holding back with all his might so he wouldn’t cum right now, “damn, you’re so sensitive.”
At first he moves slowly, enjoying the friction of your slippery walls clinging to every ridge and vein. Then—faster, harder, his hips slamming with crushing force. The bed creaks under the pressure; your tits bounce with every thrust; the wet slap of skin against skin mixes with your ragged moans and his ragged breathing.
“Leon…”, you plead, your voice trembling as your walls quiver wildly around him, still contracting spasmodically from overstimulation, trying to adjust to his incredible thickness, “o-oh God, I’m going to… I’m going to come again…”
“Don’t give up, baby,” his voice deepens, becoming soft and encouraging, and his hands wrap around your hips again, cupping them and pushing you to bounce on him, “just a little more, mm? Just a tiny bit more, sweetheart. Please.”
You moan blankly and nod, the pace quickening as you’re both finally close to climax. Your legs wrap around his waist, your head falls onto his shoulder, and desperate whimpers escape your lips, swollen from his kisses. A fleeting shiver runs through your entire body from another deep thrust into you, causing your fingers to dig in harder as his heavy hand strokes your stomach, where the bulge of his cock is clearly visible.
Over-aroused and hypersensitive, your orgasm repeats almost immediately after his first few thrusts into you; your walls caress him so intensely that he curses under his breath.
“Fuck, yeah,” Leon breathes under his breath, arching his hips and pressing against your clit with every thrust, and tears stream from the corners of his eyes as he trembles, sobbing, experiencing such a powerful orgasm. He fucks you harder while you do this, the pace becoming frantic and desperate; now he’s chasing his own release
“I’m about to come…” he gasps.
One last, crushing thrust, and he sinks in all the way to the base; his cock throbs as he comes with a low, guttural moan. Hot, thick streams flood you, so much that they seep around his base, mixing with your own juices. He moves slowly in circular motions, squeezing the last remnants of tremors from your exhausted body until you both begin to shake, weaken, and ooze with juice. After that, he stays inside you for a long time, gradually softening, still twitching inside you.
His strong arms catch you as you collapse on top of him, tired and exhausted, having experienced four orgasms in the past hour—your new record for the number of orgasms in an hour. His free hand slides up your thigh, his thumb lightly touching your trembling muscle, smearing your wetness across your skin in a lazy arc as you rest on his chest, “rest, sweetheart. You’ve earned it.”
a/n: hii, i've seen this trend and finally got it with leon! it's that «feel bad, send bicep» tiktok trend, love it. and this is the first pfrt of full drabble!!! so, enjoy reading (。•̀ᴗ-)✧ pairing: fem!reader x re9 leon s. kennedy find me on AO3 make your REQUEST (not only re) my MASTERLIST (not done yet)
part 2 (not done yet)
You bit off the cap of the bottle of ice-cold orange juice, took a few big gulps, and backed up until you plopped down on the mattress, scrolling through your feed. The drink was cold and refreshing, sending a shiver down your spine as you set the bottle on the nightstand and then laid your head on the pillow. You’d had a rough day at work today; you were completely exhausted, already desperately dreaming of your boyfriend coming home as soon as possible.
Leon, your boyfriend, had left again to save the world from yet another virus outbreak and promised before he left that it would be a day at most—well, at least that was the original plan. Knowing that he’s a master of his craft and isn’t new to fighting this crap, he was very surprised—almost outraged—by the fact that the mission had been extended for another couple of days.
Of course, they put him up in a simple hotel room so he’d have somewhere to sleep, so he had to accept it.At least he wouldn’t be passing out on the ground, but in a more or less comfortable bed, warm and cozy.
He couldn’t ask for more right now, but, truth be told, there is something else he’d like. You.
So his mission had dragged on for nearly a month now, and your only comfort came from his rare messages saying that it would all be over soon—but even to him, they sounded hollow, now that he’d been returning to that damn room every day for just over two weeks. The same walls, the same furniture, and the same bed were driving him a little crazy, and you can understand him, because this isn’t his home, where he can return to your embrace.
To him, you were a little piece of his paradise, separated from the rest of the chaos in the city. His world, where he wanted to return right now.
More and more often, usually toward evening, Leon tried to send you a couple of messages; sometimes there were video calls, and he was on cloud nine, knowing that you were okay, enthusiastically telling him how your day went and what you had for dinner. Seeing your smile on the phone screen was a reminder of why he continues to fight bioterrorism and his own trauma to this day.
And right now was exactly the moment when he sent you a short message, «How was your day? Everything is ok?»
Your attention shifted from your feed to the messenger app, and a smile spread across your face. At least he’s relaxing right now, most likely leaning back against the headboard with one arm casually draped over his head while the other holds the phone. His glasses have probably slid down his nose, and he’s probably shirtless, wearing nothing but gray sweatpants… maybe your boyfriend just got out of the shower, and drops of water are still trickling down his toned body, and oh my God, he better pray that none of this is true, because...
You bite your lip and take a deep breath, as if trying to hide what’s going on inside you, before quickly typing a reply with a big smile, «feel bad, send me biceps».
Of course, how could you possibly miss out on this TikTok trend when you have a boyfriend with such a gorgeous body, broad chest, massive biceps, and thick arms—which, to be honest, you can fantasize about endlessly, wondering where and how he might use them on you. Many girls ask their boyfriends or husbands to send them a bicep pic under the pretext of feeling sad, and it seemed like the perfect moment to join in on this trend.
You couldn’t help but smile as you imagined how Leon would react to this: maybe there would be a look of confusion on his handsome face, or maybe he’d like your little request and happily do it for you—perhaps later using it against you and asking for a photo of your thighs or your face in the same way.
You wait for his reply while you recall how you’d sneak glances at him when he worked out early in the morning in the living room without a shirt, how your fingers lingered on his forearms longer than necessary, how you’d squirm on his lap, clenching your thighs, as his biceps swelled, wrapping around your waist, or when he squeezed your neck tighter in bed.
Fuck, you’re sure your panties has gotten wetter.
Suddenly, your phone vibrated in your hands, and right then and there you were ready to start rolling around on the bed like a madwoman, kicking your legs and biting your lower lip from the emotions overwhelming you—but mostly, of course, from excitement and joy.
Leon did it.
You zoom in on the photo with your fingers and open your mouth, then close it again, not knowing what to say.
Everything was just as you’d imagined.
Your mouth went dry.
A photo without his face, where Leon was simply leaning back against the pillows—his elbow bent, his bicep tense and swollen, as if ready to burst if he tensed his arm muscles just a little more. You stuck out your tongue to lick your lips, staring at the photo for about a minute now; the warm light from the bedside lamp fell on his arm, and you traced the path of every mole and hollow, and it only heightened the effect on you.
You needed him so badly. You needed him so badly right now.
A second later, you got another message from him, «Feel better, princess?»
“Damn right, Leon,” you breathed under your breath, leaning back against the pillows and staring at the ceiling with a wide grin, "I feel much better"
He was dying to see what state you were in right now, so he couldn’t help himself and hit the video call button, causing you to nearly drop your phone.
It was unexpected, and you should answer the reason for your excitement... ♡♡♡ thank you for reading! to be continued, the second part will be much nsfw; it'll be hot cyber sex with the pretty dilf leon (☆▽☆)
a/n: hii, i've been taking a break from studying and am finally getting back to drabbles but i won't be making requests for now because i have a ton of my own ideas but feel free to leave them, i'll make them! so, enjoy reading ☆*:o(≧▽≦)o:*☆ pairing: fem!reader x re9 leon s. kennedy wc: 1,948 find me on AO3 make your REQUEST (not only re) my MASTERLIST (not done yet)
Nothing compares to Leon’s hatred of shopping.
You know it, his friends know it, and anyone who knows him even a little bit is well aware of it, too. For him, it became a complete waste of time once he discovered he could have everything delivered right to his door (albeit for an extra fee) and avoid wasting precious time running around boutiques. It annoys him when you beg him very, very hard to come with you, but somehow, in some unimaginable way—and definitely not because you promised to look for something in the lingerie section—he always agrees.
All for the sake of his precious girlfriend.
That’s why you’re trying your hardest right now to hold back a laugh as he groans loudly, like an old man, from the other side of the fitting room, muttering something under his breath when you tell him you need to try on a few more dresses.
His thick arms are crossed over his chest, a couple of shopping bags lie nearby, and he’s probably thrown his head back against the wall in irritation. Leon watches the shoppers picking out clothes and the sales assistants offering their help with selections; his gaze falls on his wristwatch: it was already five o’clock in the evening, and he just couldn’t get you out of the mall. But your loving boyfriend will wait for you, because he has no choice.
“Hurry up, young lady, or are we going to be here until nightfall?” he asks emotionlessly, turning his head toward the fitting room where you were changing.
“Just a little longer, I promise,” you say sweetly from behind the curtain in that tone that makes him click his tongue softly as he leans back against the wall.
Leon runs his hand over his face, pinching the bridge of his nose to relieve the fatigue. He hates how long this is taking and is already thinking about all the things he could have done in that time, like reading that mystery novel he’s always been putting off, or trying out the new lazy lasagna recipe you sent him from Instagram.
But his gaze lifts, his thoughts vanish, when the curtain finally parts and you slowly step out, smoothing the hem of the dress that hugs you in all the right places and walks the line between too long and too short—just right. His gaze slowly slides down from your face to your body, and then back to your face.
“How much does the dress cost?”
And it’s not that he cares about the price; he’s ready to spend and buy you anything when the government generously rewards his exploits on missions and deposits more than six zeros into his account. That’s how his brand-new Porsche ended up in his garage thanks to you, because you pointed your finger at that car and immediately pictured Leon in it, gripping the steering wheel tightly, his eyes searching for you in the rearview mirror while you’re both stuck in a long traffic jam during rush hour.
The perfect scenario is to bite your lower lip and squeeze your thighs together as you imagine the condensation running down the windows, steamed up by your hot breath, his hands grip your thighs, urging you to bounce on his cock and keep going until you accidentally lean back and hit the steering wheel, and a loud beep blares from the steering wheel, and you both laugh because you can’t go on anymore. But that’s not the point right now.
“It’s Valentino,” you simply reply, handing Leon a couple of dresses you’d tried on earlier so he can take them to the sales associate.
“Val-what? Jill started her own brand? Someone’s actually making progress in life.”
“Valentino, Leon, Va-len-ti-no,” you repeat, “and it’s not Jill’s brand. It’s a designer who dresses Hollywood stars.”
His eye is about to twitch.
“Designer,” he repeats emotionlessly, “you ruined my impression of the dress with that… Valentino.”
You smile sweetly, “I’m not going to leave this dress in the store, because you didn’t even like it in the first place! You’ll survive if you look at it one more time. Come on, Leon, for my sake.”
Leon looks at you skeptically, but with a heavy sigh he agrees; perhaps realizing that he’s already started acting like an old man: everything annoys him, and his discontented muttering under his breath shows no sign of stopping. So he looks you over in it again, and it fits you quite well, and the color is pleasing to the eye, and he admits that it looks as if it were made just for you. “…Turn around”
Yeah, you turn around once, your skirt shifts slightly, and you can’t help but glance back at him over your shoulder with a sly smile, expecting him to admit he was wrong out loud, when behind you Leon narrows his eyes, “this one isn’t leaving the store”he said, sounding a little stern.
“Why not?”
“Because,” he replies, tossing your bags onto the soft pouf next to him and stepping closer, “no one should see you in this…”
You don’t have time to open your mouth to protest before his hands suddenly wrap around your waist, pulling the two of you into the fitting room, his chest pressing against your back. And he finishes, “except me.”
Your breath catches as you feel him press against you too, “are you turned on?”
“I can’t help it when…” He lowers his head to your neck, and you moan, “you look damn sexy in that dress.”
His hands slide up your waist, up your chest, to cup your nipples through the silk fabric of the dress. He squeezes them once, twice, his thumbs brushing against them, and you shudder, arching your back toward him and pressing your forehead against the mirror, “Leon, but…”
“I’ll be quick. I’ll be very quick, you know,” he mutters, hurriedly and as quietly as possible unbuttoning his pants. “We need to be quiet, okay?”
Your boyfriend whispers hotly against your skin, and when you feel his fingers push your panties aside and your dress ride up just above your buttocks, you nod, feeling desire churn in your stomach, and close your eyes as he enters you.
“Okay, be quiet…” one of his hands wraps around your waist, holding you tight so you don’t fall, while the other presses you against the wall. His breath catches in your ear, his hand squeezes yours as you breathe his name onto your lips; your fingers desperately grip the coat hook, because he was so deep inside you that your legs nearly buckled, “oh, Leon...”
He groans softly, pulls his cock out, then thrusts it back in, and the pressure makes you both exhale in unison. The thick head touches your cervix, and he freezes, his body trembling with restrained desire. Your stifled sigh was the release Leon had been craving; he begins to move, rocking his hips toward you. The deep penetration makes your toes curl, and you cling to the pillows, moaning with every thrust inside you.
Your fingers grip the hook on the wall tighter; you try with all your might to stay quiet, your breath ragged, as Leon leans down low and inhales the scent of your hair, his jaw clenched. The room is small, the walls clearly thin; the curtain barely hides the two of you.
Every slow movement of his hips makes the coat hangers next to you tremble slightly. His hand on your waist pulls you toward him to meet his thrusts, and in response, you throw your head back, pressing yourself against him, closing your eyes tightly and biting your lip. The mirror in front of you shows everything: your dress gathered at your hips, your boyfriend behind you, his broad chest rising and falling as he tries to stay silent. Your hair is tousled, a bead of sweat trickles down your temple, and your fingers were ready to snap those damn little coat hooks.
Now he grabs your chin with one hand so you can’t look away from the two of you reflected in the mirror, “Look at yourself,” andyou nod blankly, your orgasm building to an uncomfortable intensity so quickly.
The words get stuck in your throat as Leon’s hand clamps down on your jaw, his eyebrows furrowed, and he begins to move his hips faster, pressing against your buttocks. The sound is quiet, but unmistakably recognizable to any passerby. You moan, pressing against your own hand, which you use to muffle your voice, clenching tightly at the moment of orgasm, feeling the pleasure wash over you from within.
“Oh my God, fuck,” Leon groans, releasing your jaw and roughly grabbing your breast, and a few seconds later begins biting your neck, muffling his own voice as he cums. His cock erupts with hot streams of cum inside you, and he freezes, pressing his hips against your lower back and letting out a trembling moan of your name.
“Do you think anyone heard us?” you ask him in a trembling voice, and you’re both breathing heavily, his calloused hands sliding over your waist, comforting you as you try to catch your breath.
He shakes his head no, not thinking anyone heard the two of you, and helps you take off your dress and change back into the same clothes you came in. Your pupils are still dilated as you try to fix your hair with red cheeks; Leon also adjusts his bangs and chuckles softly, which makes you give him a murderous glare, and he, noticing this in the mirror, stops.
“Alright, then, go out and wait for me by the fitting room as if nothing happened,” you gently ordered him, straightening your clothes.
He smirks, “Sure, sweetheart.”
The curtain flutters behind him as Leon steps out of the fitting room, and he leans back in his chair, resting one hand on the armrest and the other on his thigh. He looks completely relaxed, as if he hadn’t just brought you to orgasm in two minutes. Your cheeks are still warm as you follow your boyfriend out, and you try your hardest to keep a neutral expression, gathering the stack of dresses you’d tried on into your arms.
Leon still has that smug smirk on his face, and at your warning glance, he just grins, “honey, did you try on everything you wanted?” he asks you innocently.
“Yes,” you reply, grabbing your bags.
The two of you head back to the register, and that’s when you notice the saleswoman standing behind the counter, deliberately avoiding eye contact with the two of you. Her face is red, and she fiddles with the cash register, then with a stack of hangers; her gaze darts literally in every direction—except yours. The silence between you was agonizing, and with every glance at the two of you, she blushed even more; her hands fumbled haphazardly as she stumbled carrying your things.
When the clerk finally shows you the receipt, you watch patiently as Leon slowly reaches into his back pocket; he rummages through his wallet until he finds it and pays. The transaction is complete, and the saleswoman practically shoves the bag of clothes into your bag, her voice still tense, “Have a nice day!”
“You too,” you reply quickly, already turning away.
Just as you step away from the counter, Leon’s hand rests low on your lower back; his expression is unreadable,“do you think that woman heard us?” he asks as you walk out of the mall.
“Definitely.”
But Leon just laughs, grinning, not the least bit embarrassed. “Then we put on a show for her.”
I had this thought a couple days ago and I can’t stop thinking about it lol
But reader who basically just cock warms Leon during the most random and normal things. Like they’re watch a movie or something and reader just keeps his.. thing.. in their mouth
a/n: when i saw this pfp, i realized that i urgently needed another portion of dilf leon s. kennedy with glasses, old and raw!! so, enjoy reading. tags: nsfw, no plot, age gap, a bit of a kink size, cock warming with mouth, blow job, fingering, mutual masturbation, ass—up, face—down, unprotected sex, leon chokes you with his bicep, leon spits in your mouth, creampie, aftercare; «kitten», leon so much love you ♡(˃͈ દ ˂͈ ༶ ) pairing: younger fem!reader x older re9 leon s. kennedy (+20 y.o. x 49 y.o) wk: 2,2k find me on AO3 make your REQUEST here (not only re) my MASTERLIST (not done yet)
Leon’s embrace warms you; his calloused hands stroke your delicate hand, tracing patterns on it. The bedroom is dark, with only the eerie glow of the laptop casting blue shadows across the bed. You press your back against his bare chest so he can rest his chin on your shoulder, and you both watch the screen intently.
Finally, the long-awaited weekend has arrived; the dangerous missions have quieted down, as the world enjoys a lull from viruses and monsters, allowing Leon to step out of the role of a hardened government agent and back into the loving boyfriend you adored so much. From the very morning, he happily spent half the day with you in bed; he rarely could afford to do this, but with you it felt so pleasant and cozy that he didn’t want to let you go at all.
And for some reason, you started trying to sit on his lap more and more often. It comforted you to some extent when his strong arms wrapped around your waist and your back pressed against his chest, while the shadows from the tv fell on the two of you, creating a cozy atmosphere. Or when he was working on important documents about his recent mission, you could let yourself doze off, settling comfortably on him with his cock inside you, warming him, while he were a big pillow for you.
You couldn't help but want to sit on his lap or just warm his cock with your pussy!
And he never seemed unhappy and was always happy to lift you onto his lap so you could straddle him; on the contrary, he would sometimes invite you himself, patting his thigh as a sign of invitation and looking at you with those pale blue eyes behind his glasses—it was very hard to refuse him.
Sitting on his lap facing him, you realized just how incredibly handsome Leon really was. You’d seen him shirtless many times, and over time you found yourself in many situations with him where you could get a closer look, taste him, and grab those biceps, leaving red nail marks on his broad back—the pain of which would add to his already frequent morning lower back pain.
After all, he can’t escape his age; wrinkles have begun to appear on his handsome face, and a couple of gray strands are already clearly visible among his dark hair. Because of all the work he does on documents and laptops, his eyesight has deteriorated, and now he wears glasses all the time, like some old man. But despite this, you liked these little details that complemented his handsome face, and you found yourself growing more and more anxious about him.
It was pointless to deny it: you wanted him so badly in his old age; aging suited him, as if he were a fine wine that grew more beautiful with each passing year. This thought made your underwear wetter and you more sensitive, desperately needing him.
Guess that’s the answer to why you’re always trying to sit on his lap, sometimes wriggling your hips to feel his hands tense up and the veins bulge slightly beneath his skin when he sighs heavily in frustration—but deep down, he loves how you do it with that sly smile, just to tease him.
But right now, you’re both naked, pressed against Leon, squeezing his cock between your thighs, while he pays you absolutely no attention. Your own arousal, which had flared up so intensely, subsides somewhat, but the longer you press yourself against his warm, large body, the more fiercely that little flame inside you burns. You shift your hips, squeezing his cock lightly.
“I have a problem”, you whisper, looking at the screen.
He raises one eyebrow, glancing at you from the side for a second before turning his attention to the screen as well, “hmm?”
“I really wanna suck your cock,” you sigh, squeezing your thighs again, this time eliciting a quiet moan from him “but I also really want to watch the movie.”
He smirks, shaking his head slightly, while you remain still with his cock between your thighs under the blanket. Gradually lowering it to the side, you look at him, watching Leon’s face, which doesn’t take its eyes off the screen, though it was clear his attention had shifted to something else.
Sitting on the bed, you pull a pillow close to prop up your head, and, stopping your teasing, lean right over his still-soft cock. Leon shifts and settles more comfortably on the bedsheets, letting you rest your cheek against his pelvis. He doesn’t make a sound as you take his soft cock in your hand and slowly stroke it with your gentle hands. He lets out his first sigh when you lick the tip, feeling the first pulsing throb of his erection.
At least when it was soft, you could fit it all the way into your mouth. It lasted only about a minute, no more, while you continued watching the movie on the screen with him, lying there, feeling his cock slowly harden on your tongue. Leon hums softly, lowering one hand to continue stroking your shoulder, while the other wraps around your back. His cock was almost fully erect, but you didn’t move, letting your tongue massage the underside of the head.
“It’s really hard to concentrate because of this,” Leon mutters, shifting his caresses to your head.
The sensation of his large hand caressing your hair sends a wave of warmth through your chest. Just lying there, doing almost nothing, knowing that he’s enjoying the intimate contact, was more than enough.
Suddenly, you feel a slight ache in your jaw as you pull away abruptly, breathing heavily; saliva coats your slightly swollen lips, and a quiet moan escapes your throat as you pout and look at your boyfriend: he’s breathing heavily too, his cheeks slightly flushed with excitement, which sends a wave of warmth throughout your body.
“Baby, I want you to feel as good as I do”
Leon says before you have a chance to process what he’s said; you feel him push your panties aside, and his fingers run over your folds; a quiet moan escapes your lips as you arch your back slightly. You feel a wave of heat wash over your body as his thumb circles your clit, and two fingers—gently—enter you, as if in a world of their own, until they’re deep inside you.
You feel him twitching in your mouth; you pull back slightly and circle the tip with your tongue again, making his hips tremble slightly; you know he’s close. After all, you could tell by another low growl that echoed across his broad chest, and you smile, lowering your hand to gradually increase the pace, hearing Leon’s breathing quicken. His hand grips your hair tighter, and you moan softly, tilting your head slightly and writhing your tongue as you reach up to lick his frenulum.
“The movie’s over,” he muttered, tugging at your hair, “can I fuck you now?”
With a wet, squelching pop, you released his erection, breathing heavily, feeling your pussy tighten around the emptiness as his fingers withdrew from you, and you whimpered plaintively, “that felt so good.”
“Lie down,” he softly ordered, grinning, adjusting the glasses perched crookedly on his nose with his hand, “on your stomach.”
Quickly obeying, you gasped as he sat on your thighs, grabbed your buttocks with his thumbs, and spread them apart, exposing your pussy. Leon moves forward, lightly brushing the head of his cock against your crotch, and you squirm, eager to feel him inside you. His chuckle is accompanied by the touch of his hands squeezing your buttocks, “hmm, is that what you want?”
“Please,” you meow, writhing even more.
The first thrust allows him to enter only a few centimeters, and you moan as Leon pulls back, penetrating your wet pussy and using your juices to coat his cock. On the second try, you feel his balls slapping hard against your thighs, and he growls, pausing almost completely inside you, rocking his hips, trying to coax you into taking that last centimeter.
Pulling back, he tries again, and when his cock finally fills you completely, you whimper into the pillow. The thick head touches your cervix, and he freezes, his body trembling with restrained desire. Your stifled sigh was the release Leon had been craving; he begins to move, rocking his hips toward you, guiding the tip of his cock with perfect precision to your sensitive spot. The deep penetration makes your toes curl, and you cling to the pillows, moaning with every thrust inside you.
“I do have one request?” you say, lifting your face from the pillow and glancing back over your shoulder at him, and you notice how his glasses are slightly fogged up, a drop of sweat trickling down his forehead, and his gaze shifts from you to his hands; a slight smirk plays on his face, because he already knew what you were asking him, and he moved his hand, gripping his big bicep tightly.
Gently squeezing your neck, Leon began to move slowly, teasingly, but you were in seventh heaven when his bicep clamped tightly around your throat. His tone slightly angry and unpleasant, as the pace of his thrusts quickened, your head grew dizzy, and you couldn’t focus on anything but him, “such a dirty little kitten, do you like it when I choke you? Depriving you of oxygen until you almost lose consciousness?”
“Yes, I do”, you breathed, looking up at your boyfriend; a mischievous smirk played across his face as he entered your wet pussy, your walls—sticky with arousal—sucking him in, not wanting him to leave.
“Open your mouth,” he demands, his fingers gripping your chin firmly so you can’t turn your face away, and you open your mouth without hesitation, then feel Leon spit into your mouth, making you feel even dirtier, but you like it, and you smile at him like a madwoman, your head fogged by his cock; you swallow before opening your mouth again and sticking out your tongue for him, a trickle of saliva running down your chin. “damn it, I love you so much.”
Leon groans, his voice deepening as he squeezes his bicep against your neck, sending shivers down your body. You knew your safe word, but you didn’t want to use it; this feeling was like pure ecstasy, like forbidden fruit that was hard to tear yourself away from.
“Leon!” you moan loudly, feeling that familiar knot in your stomach; you know there’s a mess of pre-cum and your juices on the bed beneath your ass.
“I know, sweetheart, I know,” he mutters, brushing a strand of your sweaty hair from your face, then adjusting his glasses again, which nearly slipped off the tip of his nose as he roughly penetrates you, driving you into the mattress, “are you going to come for me, baby?”
“Yes,” you gasp between moans; your thighs trembled, and your head felt light and foggy, when a familiar tension builds in your lower abdomen, “I’m coming, Leon...”
“I’m coming too, kitten…”
His words come out strained and tense; his sweaty forehead presses against your shoulder as he comes, exhaling your name. You collapsed onto the sheets, your face buried in the pillow, and you breathe heavily, feeling his cum fill your already full pussy. Your lips curve into a surprised smile, savoring the bliss.
A few moments later, you both find yourselves laughing and smiling at each other as you lean down and brush a strand of sweat-dampened hair from Leon’s face. Next, you reach for his glasses to set them on the nightstand next to your shared bed, and for a moment he’s as blind as a bat; he squints a little and blinks a couple of times to adjust to the blurry image.
He looked cuter without his glasses, but with them on, he looked quite sexy and businesslike, as if he were some kind of university professor teaching either history or literature.
“So, I take it you liked how we spent today?”, you smile, because this is exactly how you imagined a day when you’d both have the day off; no worries, just the two of you.
“Of course”, he says with a gentle smile, before slowly and carefully pulling his cock out of your now-so-sensitive pussy and gently grabbing your hips to help you settle comfortably on your side, facing him, his strong arms wrapping around your—no doubt—exhausted body. “I hope my job will let me have at least a couple more weekends like this, and then I’ll definitely be the happiest man alive, with such a wonderful girlfriend.”
“That would be great”, you nod, before moving closer and burying your nose in his chest, while his hand gently strokes your back. “I love you, Leon.”
“I love you too, sweetheart,” Leon says, kissing the top of your head, “do you want to take a shower or just lie here a little longer?”
“The shower can wait,” you murmur, closing your eyes and enjoying the warmth and the feeling of Leon’s body next to yours.
“Whatever you say, kitten,” Leon says, pulling you closer to his body as you both simply enjoy each other’s company.
hiii, this is my first time requesting so idk if I’m doing it right so excuse any mistakes, but can I request a fic with Leon where reader is also in the DSO and they go on a mission together and reader keeps teasing him by putting her hands on his thigh and getting on her knees to like infer a blowjob but she’s only like joking (ig) and he just gets fed up. Sorry if that’s like confusing lol, have a good day
a/n: hii, i finally made this request, yay! tbh, i didn't like how i wrote it, so if it's shitty, then that's what it's going to be, lol... enjoy reading wc: 2059 find me on AO3 make your REQUESTS here (not only re) my MASTERLIST (not done yet)
The muscles in Leon’s arm tensed and contracted every time he pressed your head down to take his cock deeper, while his other hand clenched the wooden locker behind him so tightly that his knuckles turned white; he would probably have developed calluses if not for the leather gloves on his hands.
With your vision blurred, it looked so arousing and lustful that your panties became uncomfortably sticky under your clothes; you blinked, trying to wipe away the tears, but he was careless, clumsy, his hips trembling and losing their rhythm after every thrust as he teetered on the edge of control, causing tears to stream down your cheeks.
The grip on his hips tightened to keep from falling, despite his firm grip on the top of your head, not even bothering to help pull your hair back into a makeshift ponytail. You had to put up with those strands of hair that kept getting in your face and getting in the way, forcing you to pull back and tuck them behind your ears. But it was worth it just to barely hear his quiet moans of bliss, accompanied by a stream of curses and gasps, “fuck…”
Leon threw his head back; his hand fell with a dull thud onto the wardrobe he’d been leaning against, before his gaze settled on you again, drooling as you caressed him, tilting your head back so your saliva dripped from the reddened tip of his cock, watching him twitch with his hazy gaze. Leon arched his hips upward, not wanting to lose the warmth of your mouth along its entire length.
“I’m not on the menu, so don’t stare,” he snapped his fingers in front of your face before pressing against your cheek, holding you by the jaw; you couldn’t help yourself because you were staring at him! Your thighs clamped together in an attempt to contain your arousal at the sight of those pale blue eyes looking down at you, those massive biceps beneath that compression shirt.
You’re absolutely certain he chose it a size too small on purpose, because right now that shirt was about to burst open across his broad chest.
And your hands reached up to pull it up and clench it in a fist, holding it just above his navel. Your eyes met, and a faint smile spread across your face, “isn’t this a tasting right now?”
All the tender gestures and gentle intentions vanished; Leon’s jaw tensed, words seemed to get stuck in his throat, for his mouth opened wide as you pushed his cock past your lips, his eyes tightly shut as the tip of your nose pressed against the hair on his lower abdomen. Your lips, enveloping his length, made him completely forget his rich vocabulary, reducing him to nothing but moans. How pathetic Agent DSO looks from the outside!
“Yes, yes, just like that…,” Leon hissed, desperately thrusting his hips and never taking his eyes off you; your legs were on either side of him, pressing against his boots, sliding over the stiff fabric, while your thighs themselves tried to find at least some friction.
You slowly pulled away to elicit a few more pleasurable sounds from Leon, but his strong hand quickly pulled you back toward his groin, preventing you from moving away. It was a little cruel of him, but he couldn’t help it when you deserved it; he, like you, wanted to stretch out every second of this, despite the situation you found yourselves in—the mission you’d both been sent on.
It was originally supposed to be quick, without any unnecessary words. Gather some documents and save the world from the virus again—it sounded easy enough for him to breathe a sigh of relief and start dreaming about his long-awaited vacation once more. But the announcement of his partner made him raise an eyebrow. Leon hadn’t expected for a moment that they’d pair him with you, an inexperienced rookie, to go fight a dangerous biological weapon.
After taking you in with a glance, he immediately realized you’d clearly never held anything heavier than a pistol in your life. He made a mental note right away—the entire mission rests solely on his skills and experience.
What on earth made you decide to become a government agent? Looking at your pretty little face, he thinks you’d be better off shuffling papers in an office, but certainly not standing in front of him, holding out your hand for a handshake, since the two of you are now partners against your will on this mission.
Teaching you wasn’t his job, so he took on the mission himself, only occasionally checking to make sure you didn’t get lost—as if you were his little, but annoying, sidekick.
Sometimes Leon would smile faintly as you tried to keep up with him, but he’d quickly switch his focus back to the task at hand. For your part, you were angry at him for not giving you a chance to prove yourself; you have potential, after all! You were genuinely eager to help, but he just turned you down; for example, when a zombie appeared, he’d tell you to stay behind him, as if you didn’t have a weapon yourself and couldn’t stand up for yourself.
You weren’t going to hide it; on the contrary, you snapped at him and teased him, implying that if he could handle it himself—then why were you even there?
With rare charm, you started to really rile him up.
A headache with a faint throbbing in his temples added to the aching lower back he was already dealing with, because you’re acting like a damn child right now. And yet any child would behave much more restrainedly than you, who wanted to provoke a reaction from him.
You aren’t exactly hiding your love for annoying him. And he isn’t exactly hiding his love for losing his temper and teaching you a lesson in obeying your elders; he did tell you not to interfere.
But you noticed that fleeting glance he gave you when you bent down to pick up the medicated spray that had fallen on the floor. A sly smirk appeared on your face, and a cunning thought crossed your mind: he likes this, he’s just hiding it behind the cool, detached mask of an agent. And that pushed you to go further.
Leon was starting to think someone had put a curse on him—someone he’d recently been rude to at the bar—since you’d started constantly, yet “accidentally,” nudging him in the side, acting as if you were impossible to ignore. With a heavy sigh, he pushed you aside so you’d finally get off his back. Just to spite him, you did it again and again, making him doubt he’d be able to keep his cool much longer.
After that, you only got bolder, since he was “encouraging” you to do it. Yes, he asked you to stop this nonsense; yes, his pale blue eyes were drilling into you, loudly warning you to stop this circus, but that didn’t stop you anyway, because somehow your hand had ended up on his thigh, squeezing teasingly, at which point Leon removed your hand with a warning glance.
Then, finding the perfect moment, you knelt down in front of him and pressed your tongue against your cheek, raising your fist to your mouth, hinting at a blowjob. It felt like it lasted a couple of minutes, but in reality it was only a few seconds, before you stood up from your knees with a sweet smile and brushed the dust off your knees. You could be proud of yourself for making that veteran freeze in place for a couple of seconds, digesting and processing what the hell had just happened.
Etched into his memory was the way you looked at him with those big eyes, the way that sly smirk played on your alluring lips. And the sight of you on your knees… It seems that was the moment the DSO golden boy lost his patience with you, and now here you both are in this situation.
Coming to his senses quickly, he loosened his grip and let you pull away for a breath of air, and instead of your lips, your fist wrapped around his cock, where your saliva made it easier for him to slide into your hand; it felt good, that light glide as you moved your hand up and down, producing sounds just as loud. He had never been so flustered before; on the contrary, he had always been stricter, more demanding, but now he was so tongue-tied that he couldn’t find the right words, so his eyes followed your every move: your head tilted forward to leave wet kisses along his stomach down to his navel, your tongue sliding, licking his thighs from bottom to top, salty sweat mixed with the taste of his body on your tongue.
And it’s so dirty.
Leon’s hand guided you to move faster, and god, he looked so delicious, his neck tense, his head tilted to the side, and his slightly swollen lips parted in a silent moan, “I want to… I want to cum so bad,” he muttered irritably, almost gruffly, which actually suited his age, “come on, baby... I know you want this too.”
You nod, feeling your pussy rub against his boot again through your clothes, your nails digging into his thigh as you feel dizzy from the way Leon has thrown his leg back and pressed it harder between yours, causing a pleasant, goosebump-inducing throbbing throughout your body.
Breathing heavily, you moan before wrapping your lips around the tip, running your tongue over a drop of pre-cum, and then bobbing your head again. Your pace was much more measured, but fast this time, with long head movements to accommodate his size. No matter how used to it you’d become, he was still so big and heavy on your tongue.
Feeling his tip fill the back of your throat, barely even fully entering your mouth, you loved that sensation most of all right now, as his moans gradually turned plaintive, repeated praise and curses flying from his lips like the sweetest prayer you’d ever heard.
His voice was strained; he mumbled under his breath, but you could barely make out what he was saying: “So good, don’t stop, oh…” He cut himself off when you forced him as far in as you could, swallowing the tip of his cock, choking and gasping, but taking it.
“Damn, you look so cute like this…” he hissed, lifting his hips and tensing his arm as he held onto the closet. You whimpered, wriggling your hips to get the desired friction right between your legs again and again, as the vibrations of your moaning made his hips tremble; the slurping, dirty sounds of your lips and loud swallowing of saliva, sliding up and down, licking his cock as if it were your favorite lollipop.
“I’m gonna cum… fuck!” he gasped, his voice trembling, as his hand shot up to the back of your head, pulling you close, paying no heed to your breathing or comfort.
Leon was breathing heavily, like an animal; his dark hair was tousled, with strands sticking to the sweat on his forehead; the wooden wardrobe behind him creaked and banged against the wall; his hips arched erratically; the sounds of his retching and saliva bounced off the walls in a faint echo.
“Oh, take it, yeah…” he groans, gasping, and this is followed by a loud moan, and soon a stream of his semen fills your mouth, covering your tongue and sliding down your throat, as you struggle with all your might not to get even more soiled and not to choke.
His hips were still moving on their own, calming down only when he became too sensitive, hissing and relaxing; his hand loosened, releasing your head, while he admired his work on you: your lips were swollen, wet with saliva and his cum, your cheeks flushed, and a mixture of his cum and your saliva trickled down from the corner of your mouth.
Leon tried to memorize every one of your breaths, the sight of your throat bobbing as you tried to swallow everything he gave you, and he couldn’t help but hope that after this, you’d learned your lesson.
a/n: hii, this is a quick drabble because i'm sick right now so i barely had the energy to finish it. im sorry if this is too short and meaningless, enjoy reading.
tags: nsfw, no plot, sex in the car, unprotected, p in v, size kink, creampie, aftercare; leon is a little irritated ;) synopsis: after the party, you were both driving home until you started teasing him while he was driving. your pretty eyes did the trick, and you convinced him to pull over to the side of the road so you could stop teasing him. pairing: afab!reader x re9 leon s. kennedy wk: 1,368 find me on AO3 make your REQUEST here (not only re) my MASTERLIST (not done yet)
Rain gently taps on the windshield, and the car is completely silent as you and Leon drive home from the party. You take off your high heels after a long and awkward struggle and unbuckle your seatbelt to put your feet on Leon's lap. A dangerous game, considering what kind of driver he is.
“Are you trying to cause an accident? I'm driving.”
“Then stop,” you say with a smug smile, pressing the ball of your foot against his groin, “nothing will disturb us here anyway.”
He couldn't argue with that, so, sighing feignedly, he did just that. The road is deserted anyway, with only the forest and rain in sight. He couldn't hide his irritation; he was all fired up from the small amount of alcohol he had drunk and, of course, from you, and his cock was half-erect in his pants. Leon curses himself silently: this young minx, who knows him so well, is about to ruin him.
“Get in the back seat,” he told you, nodding.
You climbed over the center console instead of getting out of the car like an adult, as Leon did. A damn childish thing to do. You don't deny it, because even he had to smile and shake his head before closing the back door of the car behind him. And now his big, rough hands are wrapped around your plush thighs, turning you to face him. His blue eyes look down at you with frenzied, undisguised desire. Leon looks you up and down: the luxurious dress he bought for you, falling to your waist, and the lace panties that completely expose your pussy.
He exhales in irritation.
“All this damn time, all I could think about was how to get you out of this stupid party,” he grumbles, never taking his eyes off your face. "tsk. And now you're teasing me while I'm driving? Can't you wait until we get home?“
You feel yourself clenching the emptiness, but it's too late to stop the pitiful, plaintive moan that escapes your lips, something like, «mhm» His lips curve into a slow, sinister smirk, “naughty girl. You like that idea, don't you?” His hands finally move, but not where you want them to, not where you need them to. His fingers, rough but gentle, slide over the elastic of your panties. He lingers there—not because he's hesitating, but because he's a smug, damn bastard, “do you like teasing me, testing my limits?”
“Look at yourself,” he growls in a low, hoarse voice right into your ear, “all prim and proper in front of the cameras. But I know who you really are. My little slut, getting fucked senseless in the back seat of my car.”
He grabs your chin, forcing you to look at the city lights outside the window, “do you think any of these people have a clue? That old DSO agent is now up to his ears in his pretty little thing? That he'd rather be here, buried in this tight pussy, than at that boring party?”
“Leon,” you gasp, writhing under the warmth of his body.
He leans over you, his hot breath burning your neck, then he slowly parts his lips and presses against your skin. Your moan is sinful, pornographic. And it has some effect on Leon. All his remaining self-discipline bursts from your whimpering. With one hand, he pins your wrists above your head, with the other, he rips your expensive panties as if it means nothing—and why should it? He has the money to replace them. Hell, he could buy you the whole store. The sound of tearing fabric echoes through the car.
He tosses the unnecessary pieces of fabric aside like trash, never taking his eyes off yours. His hand rushes to your thighs, spreading them apart before his other free hand unzips his fly, not bothering to take his pants off completely. He positions himself at your entrance and gently runs the tip of his red, ejaculate-covered cock over you.
“Are you sure you can handle this?” he teases, smirking, but for a second you're not sure you can, because he's so big. The first thrust is strong and deep. A feeling of fullness appears in your lower abdomen. You look down at the point of contact and moan. You've done this a million times, you know how he works, but it still surprises you. Only part of his cock is inside you. He pauses, pressing against your pussy, allowing you to get used to his enormous size. When your shoulders relax, that sly smile reappears on his face. He is so warm that it almost burns. And then, with one relentless movement, he enters you completely.
A shiver ran through both of you, and the sounds that followed were involuntary, unrestrained—a cry of pleasure as the sensation overwhelmed every nerve. Your back instinctively arches above the seat. The pressure borders on pain, but it is a pleasant pain. A hot stretch that takes your breath away, and you start to beg. He doesn't give you a chance to beg before he starts moving, and you quiver plaintively around him, trying to keep him inside. He chuckles softly, and that deep, hoarse sound echoes throughout the car, “greedy little thing, huh?”
Then he enters sharply and deeply, his strength knocking the air out of your lungs. He sets a brutal, exhausting pace. Every thrust makes you moan.
“Leon,” you cry.
“Look at me,” he says breathlessly, his voice hoarse but damn sexy. You struggle to open your eyes and meet his gaze. His face is flushed: his cheeks are hot, his forehead glistens with sweat, and his eyes are wide open and clouded with lust. One look at your exhausted expression is enough to ignite an animalistic, insatiable desire in his eyes. “that's it, baby. Lemme see you. Show me how good I make you feel.”
His gaze drops, sliding over the contours of your body until it stops where the two of you are joined. And there it is. A distinct, delicious mound pressing against your lower abdomen. Visible proof of his enormous size. Of how deep he is inside you.
A guttural sound escapes his chest, somewhere between a growl and a moan. He is completely possessed. Slowly, almost reverently, he places his hand on your stomach, pressing his thumb directly onto the bulge. The pressure makes you gasp, throwing your head back.
“Can you feel how deep I am? I'm filling you up completely," Leon says hoarsely. Changing angles, he hits that spot inside you that makes stars flash before your eyes. Your nails dig into his shoulders, your legs wrap tighter around his waist, pulling him even deeper. The tension in your stomach grows stronger as your moans become higher and more desperate. “come on”, he says breathlessly, his rhythm becoming uneven, his thrusts stronger and more purposeful. “come for me. I wanna feel you come.”
He leans down, his teeth scratching the tender skin of your neck before he sinks his teeth in, hard enough to leave a mark, to claim you. It's enough to make you orgasm, fierce and all-consuming: your body arches, a muffled cry escapes your throat as waves of pleasure wash over you, leaving you trembling and spent. Your vision blurs, and for a moment, all you know is this all-consuming pleasure.
He fucks you hard, his movements becoming awkward as your walls tighten around him. With a guttural groan, he thrusts one last time, his whole body tensing as he cums inside you, moaning. Leon falls on top of you, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his ragged, hoarse breathing beating in your ear. For a long time, all you can hear is your own panting and the frantic beating of your hearts. He is heavy, like a solid, comforting weight pressing you to the ground. Leon gently kisses the bite mark on your neck, which contrasts sharply with the brutal way he just fucked you.
“I knew you could do it,” he mutters in a smug, satisfied tone. You can't help but smile, gasping and trembling. “and you did it. I'm proud of you.”
Hey can I request re9! Leon during the good ending we learn he has a younger, 8 month pregnant wife who actually has the BSAA take her to him after he and Grace were rescued and she’s just emotional and happy that he’s okay and even admitting the baby had been kicking hard since he left.
a/n: hii! i've been playing re9 all this time, and everything in my life has started to improve...i hope i can soon confess to the guy i'm in love with... maybe that's why i wrote so many sfw part here, lmao. and thank you guys for 300 followers, im so gladd!!!! sooooo, enjoy reading. tags: nsfw, plot, fluff, younger wife x older husband, 9 month pregnant wife, nipple play, body worship, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, sex, unprotected, p in v, creampie, “did your water break?”, aftercare; leon is so joke ass but caring husband ( ◜‿◝ )♡ pairing: pregnant younger fem!reader x husband re9 leon s. kennedy wk: 5347 find me on AO3 make your REQUEST here (not only re) my MASTERLIST (not done yet)
Over the past twenty-four hours, which had felt like an eternity, Leon had imagined countless ways to die: being devoured by a horde of zombies, becoming dinner for a giant spider, or being dismembered by a chainsaw wielded by a zombie.
Fortunately, he managed to avoid each of these deaths, emerging victorious from the fights with blood on his hands. It was worth it to avoid ending up in the same place as that monster, which was five times his size. His pale blue eyes studied his own palms, which were marked with black spots. Leon silently vowed to himself that he would save Grace, kill Victor, and find the antidote he had come here for.
But his heart was pounding wildly as he swung the axe high in the air, striking blow after blow, despite the weakness in his body. Right now, his mind was filled with thoughts of how much he missed home, you, and your embrace, for which he would give up everything in his life.
Leaving you pregnant in your third trimester was a huge mistake, but there was nothing he could do about it as he held you near the doorway while you sobbed into his chest, tearfully begging him not to leave. At that moment, his heart felt like it was about to stop, seeing his wife so sad.
Especially when he was the reason for your tears.
Leon whispered comforting words to you, saying he would definitely be back by tomorrow evening—or maybe even in the morning, before you had a chance to open your eyes. But you still didn’t want to let him go; you clung to him with both hands and threw a loud, hysterical fit.
During your pregnancy with your daughter, you’re too emotional, your moods shifting faster than you can even realize it. Of course, you would have exploded with anger upon learning that Leon had to leave on a mission just when you were about to give birth!
His warm hands rested on your pregnant belly, feeling the baby kick beneath your sundress, stroking it to comfort her as well, while he kissed your forehead. You quietly sob and hiccup; your husband’s comfort has finally worked, and he breathes a sigh of relief.
You sniffle and wipe the tears from your cheeks with your hand as he steps away from you, giving you the space you need. No sooner had he taken a step back than you grabbed his hand and noticed with horror how the black spots began to appear more prominently on his skin; tears welled up in your eyes again, but you tried to stay calm, “just don’t do anything stupid, please, Leon.”
“Me? Never,” Leon said with a slight smirk, knowing that perhaps this comment would make you smile.
But when he noticed the sadness still lingering on your face, that thought vanished as quickly as it had appeared. On the surface, he maintained a positive attitude toward you, though inside he was also a whirlwind of emotions. He’ll find an antidote. For your sake and your little girl’s.
“Leon, I’m actually serious!” you gently nudged him in the chest before turning away from him in a huff, but continuing to glance at him out of the corner of your eye.
“Okay, okay. I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he admitted, and immediately saw how you stopped pouting in offense and turned to face him again. There was something sweet about this emotional side of yours, and he couldn’t stop watching as you switched gears like a lever. “I won’t joke like that anymore… for now.”
You were about to say something in response to his playful wink when he suddenly knelt down in front of you, cupped your big pregnant belly in his hands, and kissed it, “bye-bye, princess, be good and don’t kick too hard. Dada will be back with you soon.”
That moment melted your heart so quickly that you didn’t even notice how he straightened up and gently kissed you, pouring all his love for you into that kiss. You returned his kiss, and now you were even more convinced of how deeply you loved this sarcastic man.
“I love you, my love,” he whispered against your lips, “even if I’m thousands of miles away from you.”
With those words, the front door closed behind him, leaving you completely alone. Now the house was quiet, which was very unusual for this place. You two had always spent time together, laughing, learning something new, or simply relaxing in silence—him at his laptop, and you with a book or your phone in hand.
And after a couple of seconds, you couldn’t resist running to the window, clinging to the windowsill with one hand and waving to him with the other, a sad smile on your face. Leon noticed this, and, catching your gaze, smiled and honked at you in response, as if saying goodbye, before driving out of the driveway and turning the corner, where you could no longer watch him.
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Coughing up blood, anxious thoughts crept into his already foggy mind. Would he survive this mission, or was he doomed to fail? Leon had always found a way out of any situation, no matter how dire, but now he was powerless.
The virus had progressed significantly; his body was weakening, and his legs could barely keep him upright. No, he probably wouldn’t live to see the infection take hold. He squeezed his eyes shut so tightly that his eye sockets ached, praying that if all this was destined to end, it would happen quickly, faster—as if, simply by opening his eyes, he would find himself in a painless paradise.
At first, a loud ringing filled his ears, and then it grew so quiet that his brain couldn’t process what was happening right now. His breathing became slow and steady, as if everything had receded into the background. As if his fate weren’t being decided right now.
However, the relentless, merciless burning in his temples reminded him that he was still firmly chained to this hell. No matter how happy he might be, he would still return and almost sacrifice himself for others—such was his possible fate.
To die where it all began.
But not this time.
Fate was on his side again—if one could call Chris Redfield’s fighters fate; without them, Leon and Grace would hardly have been able to make it to the surface on their own. Each of them is busy with their tasks, having first checked both of them for serious injuries or bruises.
But Leon would hardly be breathing right now if it weren’t for Grace—a fragile but brave girl from the FBI. She has obvious potential that she’s bound to unlock in the future, though even today she’s shown courage, holding a gun in her hands in front of a zombie for perhaps the first time.
Looking at her, he remembered himself as a young man, just as inexperienced, young, and unaware of the world’s horrors. Besides, they were both willing to take risks to save others—that made him smile tenderly. He didn’t care that he was covered in dust, that there was a bright red scratch on his forearm, or that the wound on his neck, left by Victor’s scalpel, still ached, but right now he was glad she was safe.
In that short time, he had grown accustomed to her company, even though he’d initially thought she was a worthless FBI agent; but the truth lay much deeper, and he was glad he’d gotten to know her better. He should make an effort to build connections more often, beyond just his coworkers, friends, and family. Having connections in the FBI would be very useful.
And, after asking how she was doing, he realized it was best not to worry her too much right now; she still looked dazed, even as she tried to smile in response to his support. A blanket covered her shoulders so she wouldn’t get cold, and the mug of hot drink she was holding with both hands was surely burning her skin.
Leon is proud of her; she saved a couple of lives just like he did. Without her, he probably wouldn’t have managed; he would have found the antidote, but it would probably have been too late.
The faint smile on her face reminded him of you; he’d seen the same sweet smile on your face when you were shy and giggled; a pleasant warmth spread through his chest, even though he wasn’t wearing a jacket (which he’d lost yet again).
A little over a day had passed, and he already missed you, as if it had been an eternity since he’d held you in his arms… But imagine his surprise when he heard your voice behind him—for a second he thought it was a hallucination from lack of sleep, but when he turned around, Leon really did see you a couple of meters away.
Without hesitation, he walked toward you with a slight smirk and tossed the now-unnecessary gloves from his hands; his wedding ring glinted in the light before he finally sensed your presence beside him.
His body, throbbing with pain, relaxed, and it seemed as though he could feel your little one start to kick. That was all he’d wanted for the past few hours; he didn’t need anything more.
And his eyes filled with tears of happiness when you enthusiastically began to explain why you were there: after he left, your little one had started kicking more often—which meant the birth was just around the corner, and you couldn’t wait any longer to tell him the news.
Leaving a message or calling—that’s not your style.
Leon never in his life thought he’d one day have the chance to process and come to terms with his trauma, to stop drinking every day, almost building towers out of empty beer cans. And most importantly, to become a father someday.
But now, soon he’ll be able to hold your daughter in his arms, to see if she’s inherited your charming smile or his blue eyes. He can’t wait to spoil his two beloved girls, because you both deserve it.
Especially you, who clearly manipulated Chris with your situation just to see him as soon as possible. You probably wouldn’t leave him alone, bombarding him with messages and nearly breaking into his house so he’d take you along with his fighters. Chris didn’t want to get on the wrong side of a woman who could start a conversation with tears and end it with a near-fight, so he agreed to do it.
Leon would bring him a couple of cans of beer later as a thank-you, but that didn’t change the fact that the idea had been crazy—and it had touched his heart.
But right now, you both have been home all day. Safe and comfortable.
It was getting dark outside; a bright crescent moon peeked out alongside tiny stars in the sky. A couple of minutes later, the sound of running water subsides. When he returns, he’s already changed—his worn tactical gear has been replaced by soft gray sweatpants and a dark shirt, loose on his frame. Comfortable.
He’s human again.
He settles onto the bed, leaning back against the headboard. The mattress sags under his weight with its familiar creak. The TV hums quietly; some late-night program is on, serving more to create background noise than to attract attention. You were nearby, doing pull-ups, doing light exercises to induce labor early. You’re already in your fortieth week, and you’re worried about the birth. You’ve read up on forums and heard recommendations from doctors that you can do light exercises to help induce labor. True, nothing has helped yet, but you’re not going to give up.
“The baby will be born when she’s ready. You just need to be patient, sweetheart,” he interrupted you, and you looked at him with a worried expression.
“I know, I know,” you shake your head and exhale, taking deep breaths in and out, “I just want to give birth already, because I can’t wait to sleep on my stomach again.”
You gave a wry smile and looked down, stroking your pregnant belly, before carefully climbing into bed next to Leon. His arms gently wrapped around you, pulling you close to his body and drawing you down to lie beside him. You felt calmer as he gently stroked your pregnant belly, and you closed your eyes, relaxing in his strong arms.
“You know, there’s something we could try…”, he murmured thoughtfully, playing with the hem of his old t-shirt on your body; he liked that you wore his old clothes, even if the hem of the T-shirt came almost to your knees.
You opened your eyes and looked up at his face; it seemed to glow with the idea that had just popped into his head. “just don’t tell me it’s tea. I’ve already been offered some, thanks.”
“No! Not tea!” he laughed. “Prostaglandins.”
“Huh?” you raised an eyebrow questioningly, not understanding what your husband was talking about. You’d heard of them, but didn’t really know much about the subject.
“I read an article today, and it says that prostaglandins can help dilate the cervix.”
“And how will that help me? What if it doesn’t work, and there’s something in there that could harm the baby?”
“Well, we’ll get undressed, and I’ll show you just how much I adore this body…” Leon lowered his voice as he continued to hold you close and press you against him, as much as was even possible with your pregnant belly, “And boom! Prostaglandins! And we’ll cum…”
“Are you an idiot?” you asked him point-blank, a hint of sarcasm in your voice. His story made you chuckle; you couldn’t believe how that had even crossed his mind.
“Maybe so, but there’s a theory that sex induces labor,” a wide, sly smile spread across his face before he continued, “the way the baby comes in is the way it comes out.”
“Damn it, Leon!” A blush spread across your cheeks as you were ready to kill him for that joke, but he just burst out laughing. And he only laughed harder because you gently punched him in the chest, even though you’d planned for that to calm him down. “We’re supposed to be talking about serious stuff, aren’t we?”
“Okay, okay, no jokes, sweetie,” he exhaled softly, trying not to laugh, but a smile was still on his face; gentler than the sarcastic one before, “if you want to sleep as much as possible in the coming days, I’m all for it, but I was thinking that after the baby is born, we won’t be able to be… intimate again for a while?”
He continued, “so I’m just saying we could take advantage of this opportunity.”
“Well, I think we can give it a try. Sex is actually good for the baby, so we should try.”
“Really?! Come here, sweetheart”
His lips met yours, exchanging slow kisses as you breathed into his mouth. You ran your hands over his muscular back, simply savoring the feel of his smooth skin. His fingers gently squeezed your thighs, gripping them to roll you both over; you lay beneath him, more comfortable that way, before he leaned down to kiss you again. Your back arched slightly, your fingers burrowing into his dark locks, pushing as the kisses began to travel lower: trails wet with saliva ran down to your neck and chest, until his nose was buried in your breasts.
Leon lifted his head and looked at you, reaching out toward your breast and hovering over it, “Can I touch them? “I know they’re very sensitive, but I’ll try to be careful.”
“Yes, please,” your voice was hoarse with excitement. Sliding the thin fabric of your DSO-logo t-shirt aside, Leon lightly brushed your breast, causing you to exhale.
Lately, your whole body has become so sensitive, and your milk-filled breasts are almost always leaking milk, so you’ve stopped wearing bras. It’s convenient, and in this case, it saves time from having to remove an extra item of clothing from your body. He admires your breasts, gently touching them at first until you nod, letting him know he can go further. When Leon runs his finger over your swollen nipple, you gasp, and he smiles, but tries to do it more gently, “mhm, so soft… and swollen.”
His fingers continue to caress your nipples, gently squeezing one between them while he cups and massages the other. You relax beneath him, close your eyes again, and your breathing evens out. You’ve been craving this so much lately, ever since your breasts became too heavy and you desperately needed a massage.
“I’ve enjoyed watching the changes in your body over the last few months, but I have to say, your breasts are my favorite change in you,” he exhales, and his hand shifts position to give the other breast the same attention, “you’re so beautiful to me, sweetheart…”
“Are you deliberately embarrassing me with compliments?” you asked him and swallowed hard, feeling your panties get wetter.
You’re dripping with arousal just from playing with your sensitive breasts, and because of that, you squeezed your legs together. Your husband is too busy with your tits to notice that right now.
“I can’t help but compliment you when I see you,” he teased you with a smile, making you roll your eyes in annoyance, but your annoyance quickly vanished when you felt his warm breath on your breast. Because he’s kissing them right now, barely touching your skin with his lips, “can I suck on them, baby? I know you’re very sensitive, but… I love how it drives you wild.”
“Yes,” you moan, giving him the green light.
“Yes? Mhmm…”
Your head falls back onto the pillows as his lips wrap around your nipple, licking it, making you quietly breathe out his name. You whimper, your hand stroking your big pregnant belly as you feel the pressure of arousal building in your lower abdomen. At this rate, Leon will make you come if he doesn’t stop.
“Damn, I love it when you arch your back like that,” he whispers against your skin, pulling away for a couple of seconds to kiss and start licking your other nipple. His pale blue eyes were hazy with lust, staring straight at you, studying your reaction as you looked up at him through half-closed eyes. Your cheeks were flushed, and a drop of sweat trickled down your temple—your appearance gave him away that you were aroused, “you need attention somewhere else, hmm?”
“Uh-huh,” you moan pleadingly, watching as he leaves a couple more wet kisses on your chest before moving lower toward your panties. “please”
“There, let’s slide them aside…” His fingers hooked the edge of your panties to pull them down to your ankles, leaving them there forgotten, before turning his attention to your wet pussy, feeling your wetness with his fingers; his thumb pressed against your clit, and a smirk spread across his face at the sound of your moan, “baby, you’re so wet…”
“I’m going to miss you looking like this,” Leon couldn’t resist kissing your big pregnant belly, brushing your belly button as his lips trailed downward until they finally reached your pubic mound, “your body is so amazing—you’re growing a mini version of the two of us…” he smiled softly, looking up at you again, “i have to say, I now understand the breeding kink…”
“Hold on tight, sweetheart,” his free hand gripped your thigh, massaging it gently in his strong hands, “because I want to taste you before we do… the prostaglandin evacuation.”
“Hey!” you exclaimed, “you promised no more jokes!”
“Sorry, sorry! No more smirks, I promise!”
Leon chuckled one last time and settled comfortably between your legs, his hot breath scorching your sensitive spot. You blush, and your legs instinctively start to close, but he effortlessly spreads them apart again. He leans in, pressing his nose against your clit and inhaling your scent deeply. Breathing in your scent. It was wild, but your pussy tightened at his movement.
Leon moans, his mouth filling with saliva, as if he’s preparing to taste you for the first time. He could no longer resist and ran the rough strip from your hole to your eager clit, and this unfamiliar sensation took your breath away. During your pregnancy, it had felt alien to you because of your heightened sensitivity. But, God, how good it felt
“Leon...”, you whimper as he gently kisses your clitoris, then again, and again. Your legs tremble sweetly with every kiss. The sound of your voice as you say his name drives him wild; his tongue frantically traces every crevice of your vagina. His pretty little nose presses against your clitoris in the most heavenly way. When he tried to look up at your face, the view was blocked by your swollen belly.
Over the past few months, as it had grown significantly, the two of you had to stick to certain positions where this wasn’t a problem. Even when Leon was pleasuring you with his mouth, he only realized for a second that he’d lost sight of your facial expression, quickly realizing that you couldn’t see his movements either, and this gave him a unique opportunity to surprise his wife.
He wraps his wet lips around your clitoris, aggressively sucking on the delicate bundle of nerves, placing one of his large hands on your stomach, stroking it while you whimper, arching your back, “Oh, Leon…”
“Don’t hold back,” he tells you, and your hips tremble gently around his face and head. He considered using his fingers, but quickly decided you were still too sensitive. He didn’t want to overwhelm you, so he decided that simply licking your pussy would be enough. At this moment, your fingers tried to find the top of his head to grab his hair, but you couldn’t reach it, groping blindly because of your big pregnant belly.
At that moment, your head felt heavy; you couldn’t lift it off the soft pillow, so with a quiet whimper, you moaned in mild disappointment and clenched the sheets of your bed into a small ball, squeezing them desperately tight. Leon’s attention was fixed on your swollen clitoris; he sucked and nibbled at it, ignoring his aching erection in his pants. Anything, just to hear your desperate moans and pleas. He could tell you were ready to come by the way your body trembled in his arms, the way your hips tried to push toward his mouth.
Not to mention the plaintive sobs escaping your sweet lips. The moment he pulled back slightly so your eyes met, something tightened in your stomach. You threw your head back as sharp pleasure flooded your trembling body. A wild tremor in your limbs and sweet cries that only made him press his hips harder against the mattress. Your voice wavered, growing slightly hoarse, as you moaned his name, “Leon!”
Leon lapped up every drop of your juices flowing from your pussy, moaning at the bittersweet taste—one he’d felt on his tongue before. And he kept licking your pussy until he decided he’d had enough, covering your belly and torso with kisses until his face hovered over yours. You looked so beautiful and breathless that he could think of nothing but how you would look taking his cock one last time, pregnant with your little one.
“Are you okay?” he asked you, concerned for your well-being, even though you looked absolutely stunning. “Do you feel up to more?”
You nodded, “Yes, I think I’m ready.”
Leon leaned in and gently kissed you on the lips. You whimpered when he pulled away abruptly, dissatisfied with the brevity of the kiss. And you watch, staring at his lips as you bite yours, hoping he’ll get the hint. Needless to say, he got your hint perfectly. But you were running out of breath, so you pulled away quickly after what seemed like a fleeting kiss.
And that’s when you noticed how his chin glistened with your essence. The warm light from the bedside lamp reflected off it, making it sparkle, which made you giggle and reach out to wipe his stubble, “You’re dirty, Leon.”
“I know,” he exhales, and his hands rest on your hips again. He doesn’t pull away from your thumb, which is wiping his chin as if he were a little child, “thank you, you didn’t have to.”
Leon kissed you on the lips and noticed that your breathing had steadied; now you were breathing deeply and calmly, feeling wonderful. But you’re not going to stop there, are you?
“On your knees, sweetheart,” he gently commanded you, a playful note in his voice. He helped you get down on all fours, holding you steady until he was completely sure you were stable. But his hands still held your hips, and he whistled softly at the sight of you, wet from your orgasm, your juices trickling down the inside of your thighs. “Oh… you’re dripping all over.”
Leon lowered one hand to pull his sweatpants and boxers down, exposing his already hard cock, pulsing slightly in his fist. And he rubbed the head against your clit, making you sigh; your head fell back, and your fingers clenched the sheets tighter. You curse, your breathing ragged as your mouth goes dry again,
“Fuck, Leon…”
“Do you like it when I squeeze your thigh and rub my cock against your clit, mm?” Even though he knows the answer perfectly well, he asks you anyway, wanting to hear that cherished «yes» from your lips.
“Yeah, that feels good,” you moan.
His pale blue eyes watch as his hand, gripping the base of his cock, guides the swollen head up and down your crotch, coating your skin with his oozing pre-cum, and a muffled sigh escapes his lips. It looked so sexy, and a little more, and he wouldn’t have been able to control himself.
“Mmm, fuck, baby,” Leon moaned softly, smearing his essence across your skin. “Are you ready? I’ll go in slowly…”
Finding his bearings and swaying slowly, pressing against your buttocks, he did it slowly. No matter how badly he needed release, he wanted to savor the sensation. And he hadn’t forgotten what had led to this moment. His hands broke away from your thighs, and, moving in and out of you unhurriedly, Leon began massaging your lower back, where most of your belly’s weight rested.
He slid his hand down to cup the lower part of your swollen belly and relieve some of the tension, while his other hand stroked the sore muscles just above your tailbone. You moaned, whether from his massage or from the way he was making love to you—it didn’t matter. The main thing was that he was satisfying your needs and giving you pleasure in one way or another.
“Leon, Leon… F-fuck…,” you moaned loudly, lifting your flushed face from the crumpled pillow; he picked up the pace. One of your hands rested on the bed frame, gripping it tightly, while the other slid down, gently cupping your pregnant belly over his palm, feeling the baby kick. You felt your eyes roll back in pleasure as the tip of his cock caressed your sensitive spot, and it seemed like you were about to go crazy from his pace. “oh my, so deep…”
Saliva began to drip from the corner of your lips, and your forehead was covered in sweat. And then you felt Leon’s hand slide down to your waist, gripping it like a lever, creating the perfect angle to go deeper and hear more of your moans. His sighs and gasps began to echo through the room, making your walls tighten around him.
“You take me so well,” his hoarse voice didn’t immediately register in your mind, clouded by lust. He leaned forward, pressing his chest against your back, and easily subdued your body, his palm gently squeezing your thigh. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me tight,”
Leon moaned in a low, deep groan. As his cock continued to move in and out, the sound of your juices and his pre-cum created a sloshing noise that harmonized with the fresh sheets beneath you. “I can barely move inside you...”
His other hand slid from your stomach to your milk-swollen breast, massaging and gently pulling on your nipple to draw a sigh from your lips, then moved downward in search of your clitoris. He began to tease it with precise, quick, and gentle movements. You were about to lose your mind.
“It feels… it feels like you’re just sucking me into you and don’t want to let go,” his voice still echoed; you didn’t quite understand his words because your orgasm was starting to build again. It was your second, but it felt like the third or fourth. “and you’re close, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Leon... ahh, almost!” you whispered as his hands lifted your body, pressing your back against his chest. One hand cupped your head, applying no pressure, just to support you, while the other slid down your stomach, also feeling your daughter’s kicks—thanks to whom you were more sensitive, swollen, and beautiful right now.
“Baby, you’re so incredible,” he moaned behind you. Your hands wrapped around his hips again, desperately trying to hold on as his hips mercilessly pounded your ass. “I love you so much.”
Your back arched and your eyes rolled back as the orgasm finally crashed over you like a train. Your whole body trembled, a strange wave of goosebumps ran through it, as an unusual sensation in your stomach unlike a normal orgasm washed over you, and your juices trickled down your thighs in a thin stream, soaking his cock and the already soiled sheets beneath both of you.
For a few seconds, he loosened his grip on your body, turning you back into a limp mass. He held you tight and pulled you close, but kept thrusting into you. His moans and loud gasps from the thrusts filled the room before he let out a groan and released everything inside you. You collapsed onto his chest, gasping for breath and trying to catch your breath.
“You were so amazing, you took everything you needed,” you felt Leon kiss the top of your head, holding and rocking you in his strong arms while you felt his cum dripping out of your overflowing body. “and, wait, did you squirt all over me?”
“Mhm?”, still dazed, you looked up at his face, then down at your pregnant belly, cupping it with your hands and feeling it as if you were seeing it for the first time. That strange sensation was still there, and it definitely wasn’t a squirt. It seems… “I think my water broke, Leon.”
“Your water broke?”, he asked you, not believing it. The harmless theory had worked; he hadn’t thought you’d actually go into labor after he came inside you. It sounds like complete nonsense. And as soon as that split-second of disbelief passed, his government agent mode kicked in immediately, completely forgetting about sex, “fuck, get dressed! I’ll grab the bags, and we need to get in the car…”
“Don’t panic, or I’ll panic too,” you exhaled, trying to stay calm and breathe deeply.
“Okay, okay, just stay calm and collected. Got it,” Leon wrapped his arms around you, exhaling, “sweetheart… we’re having a baby today…”
He was overjoyed, barely holding back his emotions, and kissed you on the forehead.
“I love you, I love you so damn much.”
“I love you too, Leon,” you looked up at him and smiled gently, “are you happy?”
“Of course, I’m happy. Scared… but happy,” he confessed to you, “and I can’t wait to meet her.”
He kissed you gently on the lips, his hand soothingly stroking your back to comfort you, before reluctantly pulling away from your face, “let’s go.”
a/n: hii, i've played re9 and it's just the peak!! i'm still emotional and i fall in love grace's story so much, her relationship with leon is just so cute, tbh. and i can't even believe it's been six months since the very first re9 trailer... so, enjoy reading wc: 1095 find me on AO3 make your REQUESTS here (not only re) my MASTERLIST (not done yet)
Leon worked in his home office, which was cluttered with papers and office supplies, and the only decoration on his desk was his laptop. The clicking of keys filled the room as he worked on his report. Leon frowned slightly in concentration, completely focused on the task at hand, and occasionally adjusted his glasses when he felt them slipping down his nose.
But under the table, he could hear his cock in your mouth, the wet slurping sounds of your eager sucking filling the room, an obscene contrast to the mundane sounds of the printer and the muffled hum of the laptop. He seemed almost oblivious to it, his fingers never stopping their relentless typing, as if his cock wasn't currently deep in your throat.
How could he act like it didn't bother him?
Leon could feel your throat pleasantly tighten as you tried to take him deep. His pale blue eyes scanned his own words and corrected a few grammatical errors, holding the pen between his trembling fingers.
His other hand was in your hair as he gently massaged your head, and your nails dug into his thighs, covered in sweatpants, while his cock rested perfectly on your tongue. Warming him with your mouth, you wanted to show your husband how much you wanted to distract him from work.
After all, he works so much that he forgets to rest, having already drunk several cups of coffee... five or maybe six... he lost count because he had to rethink the mission for the report in his head, even though he wanted to forget it once and for all in his life.
You gently ran your tongue over every bump, vein, and protrusion, making soft smacking sounds so as not to drool everywhere. But, to be honest, you're still making a mess on the floor; your saliva and his pre-ejaculate are dripping from your chin. And all this is because he was heavy for your tongue, but that weight brought you a feeling of comfort, and you happily closed your eyes.
When you felt someone gently pull your hair, your eyes flew open before you saw Leon looking down at you through his eyelashes, “you really want to distract me, huh?”, he quietly praises you as his hand slides from your hair to your face, his rough hands gently caressing the delicate skin of your slightly flushed cheek.
Instead of answering, you took it deeper into your mouth, which triggered your gag reflex, but you ignored it when you heard Leon's deep moan. That sound alone was enough to make your thighs clench.
And so as not to lose control completely, Leon began to furiously scratch at the report with his pen, making notes and corrections and squeezing it so hard that it was surprising he hadn't broken it yet. His mind was no longer as focused, but he tried to concentrate on the task at hand. He was like a machine, a well-oiled mechanism, and nothing could distract him from his goal. That is, until you walked in with a loud complaint that he had been sitting there all day without a break.
With his free hand, he gathered your hair into an improvised ponytail so it wouldn't fall on your face and used your hair as leverage. The dull, aching pain in your jaw was distracting, but you pushed the thought aside and tilted your head back slightly to give yourself some room to swallow the precum that was already in your mouth.
You gently sucked the tip of his cock, making his lips moan softly before you began to move your head at a steady pace, sucking in your cheeks. At first, you didn't even notice him rocking his hips in time with the movement of your head as you tried to take him deeper, but it caused you to choke slightly, and you felt his thumb gently caress your cheek, wiping a tear from your cheek, “don't overdo it, sweetheart.”
You looked up and saw lust in his eyes, but also affection; the desire to please him came sharply, just as he had done for you countless times. You used your hands to get what you wanted before you felt him twitch on your tongue, knowing he was close to the end. Hearing his moans, taking a deep breath through your nose, you decided to push Leon's cock deep into your throat until your nose touched his pubic bone and the head of his cock touched the back of your throat.
“Princess... oh, fuck...” he clenched his teeth, feeling that he was about to cum in your mouth. His mind was too foggy to think, and thanks to you, he completely forgot about his work right now. Leon's breathing became more and more ragged, his chest heaved heavily with each breath, and he tried with all his might to concentrate. He felt his heart pounding wildly, unable to comprehend that he was so close. You heard Leon curse loudly and felt his body tense, then a thick stream of semen filled your tongue and throat.
A few tears rolled down your cheeks as you tried your best to swallow as much as you could, but with a soft pop, you covered your mouth with your hand because there was very little semen left in it, and swallowed the rest before coughing slightly.
The hair he was holding fell as he leaned back in his chair and tried to catch his breath, just like you are now, pressing your forehead against your knee and closing your eyes, “Are you okay, princess?” he asked you anxiously, adjusting his glasses on his nose.
He was as disheveled as you were: a drop of sweat ran down his temple, and goosebumps ran across his body after his recent orgasm. His strong arms wrapped around your body as you barely stood on your feet, keeping you from falling. Although you collapsed on top of him, facing him, it made him laugh, but he understood that you were tired too, “yeah, I'm fine... just give me a couple of seconds,” you ask him in a voice muffled by his skin.
“Of course, you deserve it,” he nods, looking over your shoulder. Most of the report is already finished, all that's left is to add a couple more paragraphs and edit it, so he can and wants to devote some time to you, even if it's just a little. “Rest while I quickly finish the report. And I promise I'll spend the rest of the time with you.”
a/n: hii, i've played re9 and it's just the peak!! i'm still emotional and i fall in love grace's story so much, her relationship with leon is just so cute, tbh. and i can't even believe it's been six months since the very first re9 trailer... so, enjoy reading wc: 1095 find me on AO3 make your REQUESTS here (not only re) my MASTERLIST (not done yet)
Leon worked in his home office, which was cluttered with papers and office supplies, and the only decoration on his desk was his laptop. The clicking of keys filled the room as he worked on his report. Leon frowned slightly in concentration, completely focused on the task at hand, and occasionally adjusted his glasses when he felt them slipping down his nose.
But under the table, he could hear his cock in your mouth, the wet slurping sounds of your eager sucking filling the room, an obscene contrast to the mundane sounds of the printer and the muffled hum of the laptop. He seemed almost oblivious to it, his fingers never stopping their relentless typing, as if his cock wasn't currently deep in your throat.
How could he act like it didn't bother him?
Leon could feel your throat pleasantly tighten as you tried to take him deep. His pale blue eyes scanned his own words and corrected a few grammatical errors, holding the pen between his trembling fingers.
His other hand was in your hair as he gently massaged your head, and your nails dug into his thighs, covered in sweatpants, while his cock rested perfectly on your tongue. Warming him with your mouth, you wanted to show your husband how much you wanted to distract him from work.
After all, he works so much that he forgets to rest, having already drunk several cups of coffee... five or maybe six... he lost count because he had to rethink the mission for the report in his head, even though he wanted to forget it once and for all in his life.
You gently ran your tongue over every bump, vein, and protrusion, making soft smacking sounds so as not to drool everywhere. But, to be honest, you're still making a mess on the floor; your saliva and his pre-ejaculate are dripping from your chin. And all this is because he was heavy for your tongue, but that weight brought you a feeling of comfort, and you happily closed your eyes.
When you felt someone gently pull your hair, your eyes flew open before you saw Leon looking down at you through his eyelashes, “you really want to distract me, huh?”, he quietly praises you as his hand slides from your hair to your face, his rough hands gently caressing the delicate skin of your slightly flushed cheek.
Instead of answering, you took it deeper into your mouth, which triggered your gag reflex, but you ignored it when you heard Leon's deep moan. That sound alone was enough to make your thighs clench.
And so as not to lose control completely, Leon began to furiously scratch at the report with his pen, making notes and corrections and squeezing it so hard that it was surprising he hadn't broken it yet. His mind was no longer as focused, but he tried to concentrate on the task at hand. He was like a machine, a well-oiled mechanism, and nothing could distract him from his goal. That is, until you walked in with a loud complaint that he had been sitting there all day without a break.
With his free hand, he gathered your hair into an improvised ponytail so it wouldn't fall on your face and used your hair as leverage. The dull, aching pain in your jaw was distracting, but you pushed the thought aside and tilted your head back slightly to give yourself some room to swallow the precum that was already in your mouth.
You gently sucked the tip of his cock, making his lips moan softly before you began to move your head at a steady pace, sucking in your cheeks. At first, you didn't even notice him rocking his hips in time with the movement of your head as you tried to take him deeper, but it caused you to choke slightly, and you felt his thumb gently caress your cheek, wiping a tear from your cheek, “don't overdo it, sweetheart.”
You looked up and saw lust in his eyes, but also affection; the desire to please him came sharply, just as he had done for you countless times. You used your hands to get what you wanted before you felt him twitch on your tongue, knowing he was close to the end. Hearing his moans, taking a deep breath through your nose, you decided to push Leon's cock deep into your throat until your nose touched his pubic bone and the head of his cock touched the back of your throat.
“Princess... oh, fuck...” he clenched his teeth, feeling that he was about to cum in your mouth. His mind was too foggy to think, and thanks to you, he completely forgot about his work right now. Leon's breathing became more and more ragged, his chest heaved heavily with each breath, and he tried with all his might to concentrate. He felt his heart pounding wildly, unable to comprehend that he was so close. You heard Leon curse loudly and felt his body tense, then a thick stream of semen filled your tongue and throat.
A few tears rolled down your cheeks as you tried your best to swallow as much as you could, but with a soft pop, you covered your mouth with your hand because there was very little semen left in it, and swallowed the rest before coughing slightly.
The hair he was holding fell as he leaned back in his chair and tried to catch his breath, just like you are now, pressing your forehead against your knee and closing your eyes, “Are you okay, princess?” he asked you anxiously, adjusting his glasses on his nose.
He was as disheveled as you were: a drop of sweat ran down his temple, and goosebumps ran across his body after his recent orgasm. His strong arms wrapped around your body as you barely stood on your feet, keeping you from falling. Although you collapsed on top of him, facing him, it made him laugh, but he understood that you were tired too, “yeah, I'm fine... just give me a couple of seconds,” you ask him in a voice muffled by his skin.
“Of course, you deserve it,” he nods, looking over your shoulder. Most of the report is already finished, all that's left is to add a couple more paragraphs and edit it, so he can and wants to devote some time to you, even if it's just a little. “Rest while I quickly finish the report. And I promise I'll spend the rest of the time with you.”
Can I make a request for a Re9 Leon? I heard this damn TikTok sound, «she talkin' 67 but I want 69». And at that moment I realized that I wanna soo bad DILF Leon with this sound😵💫😵💫😵💫
a/n: hii, it's time to do requests, so let there be a marathon..i have a whole bunch of requests lying around in my inbox. i answer all your requests if my studies don't let me down again. and this work is more humorous than serious, so enjoy reading. synopsis: leon thinks the new trends are too stupid when he asks you to show him what made you laugh so much. it seems it's time to bring old trends back into fashion. pairing: afab!reader x re9 leon s. kennedy wk: 3346 find me on AO3 make your REQUESTS here (not only re) my MASTERLIST (not done yet)
Leon is lying in bed next to you in gray sweatpants, one leg crossed over the other. His right arm is relaxed above his head, and in his left hand he holds his phone, scrolling through the screen with his thumb and reading the latest news.
You lie curled up on his chest, facing him. You are wearing one of his old shirts and short shorts, while you are also glued to your phone. It's too big for you, reaching just below your buttocks, and the wide sleeves are almost to your elbows.
Leon laughed when he first saw you take it out while cleaning his closet. Your questioning look quickly drew his attention to the shirt you were holding in front of his face.
Who knew he hadn't thrown it away?
You don't understand why he doesn't wear it and sadly miss how this shirt once hugged his biceps; the fabric fit him like a second skin and hid nothing from your gaze, giving you a beautiful view of his abs, his broad chest...
It's a pity. Such a pity.
And here you are again, wearing that shirt, snuggled up to him, scrolling through your feed at night. The only thing that could break the silence of the night was his ridiculous comment, which he added with a slight smirk every time he saw you in it, “that shirt is older than you, you know?”
Of course you knew.
How could you not know when he reminded you of it all the time?
You rolled your eyes with a slight chuckle before looking up at him. His dark hair, with hints of gray, was still damp and tousled; he had just gotten out of the shower. Rare drops of water falling from his wet hair trickled down his chest, straight to his abs. It seems so ordinary, but somehow it's enough to make the room feel hotter between the two of you.
His glasses slip slightly down his nose. You like it when he wears them; they make him look even smarter, like some university professor reading history to his students, taking off his glasses while checking their tests. Sometimes you wish he would always wear them.
Just imagine, you're kissing, and he has to pause, breathing heavily, to take them off his nose and move them to the side so he can continue kissing you, grabbing your waist and kissing you as if he's been hungry for you all along.
But you have to try hard to keep your dirty thoughts in check and not think about what you'd like him to do to you, like...
You clear your throat nervously. Leon coos softly, his eyes never leaving the screen. “Are you okay, honey?”
“Yeah...”
«yeah» is putting it mildly.
You returned to the phone with a sigh, breathing deeply to calm down. You can't help yourself when it comes to resisting your god damn handsome older boyfriend.
Still, frequent sex is harmful too, right?
Your plan seems to be going smoothly, you calmed down, and Leon continued reading articles on forums, something about the latest news, only occasionally adjusting his glasses and glancing at you. Your giggles and laughter caught his attention; what was so funny that you almost choked? Maybe he's interested too.
“What are you looking at? Can you show me?”, he put his phone down on the nightstand and looked at you over his glasses, raising an eyebrow.
“Well, I don't think you'll understand these memes. They're stupid and ridiculous, which is why they're funny at first, but then they get boring”, you replied, showing him the closest meme on your phone that you found in your feed, “here, look.”
Leon frowned and squinted, trying to figure out what the hell was going on on the screen. Shouting the phrase «six seven» and making that stupid hand gesture imitating weighing something seemed to him not only unfunny, but also damn stupid. He was wrong when he thought the joke would be at least a little more appropriate, and not... this.
“This is absolutely awful”, Leon muttered, pushing your phone out of his field of vision. He pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes and feeling all the fatigue of the day. “first of all, they're saying the number wrong, and second, I didn't think the current generation had degraded so much.”
“It's just a trend, Leon. You shouldn't take nonsense so seriously”, you consoled him, putting your phone aside to hug him. “I'm sure there were stupid trends like this ten years ago too. Relax.”
Your arms around him made him relax, and he opened his eyes slightly, looking at you.
Yes, you're right, there were all kinds of pranks back then, but he wasn't particularly interested in them then, and he's even less interested now. Although the meme you showed him reminded him of a similar number, but one that was not positive, but intimate. Leon didn't think such thoughts would come to mind at such a peaceful moment, but why not?
Earlier, he noticed that your gaze was fixed on him, and your nervous voice, responding that you were fine, gave you away then. He knows that you were aroused a couple of minutes ago. And now too. Even if the lust has subsided, it can easily be brought back to its rightful place.
“Yes, you're right. I think I overreacted to your carefree silliness”, he admits and pulls you closer to kiss your forehead before lowering his voice to a whisper, “but you know, there used to be another number that was popular, but it's very similar to «six seven». Maybe you can guess what I'm talking about?”
You open your mouth, then close it again, instantly wondering what Leon meant. He chuckled quietly, seeing the wheels turning in your head before you replied, “is that sixty-nine? Seriously?”
“Why not?”, he teased you “you enlightened me about a fashion trend, so I'm obliged to enlighten you about this one, ironically with a similar name. That's fate for us.”
“Jerk”, you shake your head, calling him names in a playful way.
You move a little closer to him, your knee touching his thigh until your leg is on top, almost straddling him. And all for a kiss. It's a brief touch of warm lips to yours, but when he breaks the kiss, his hands grab your hips to change your positions; now he is hanging over you.
Leon responds by sliding his tongue between your lips and running his hand up the back of your neck, his fingers digging into your hair to pull you deeper.
Unexpectedly. But not unwelcome.
You breathe out eagerly into his mouth, feeling his hands deftly slide over your chest, removing his old shirt and your short shorts from your hips. You clumsily do the same with trembling fingers, reaching blindly for the elastic waistband of his pants. Leon's body is firm and warm to your touch, and you hesitantly reach out to caress his bare chest, feeling his steady heartbeat and light, rapid breathing.
Leon murmurs your name as your hands linger on his skin. His words send a shiver through your body, and his lips slide from yours up your jaw, touching your earlobe. You lean forward, squeezing the elastic of your sweatpants before he can reach your fingers.
Now it's his turn to moan.
The gentle touch of his lips breaks away from your ear as your hand falls to his groin. You almost pull away out of embarrassment, but you unclench your fingers and press yourself closer to him, stroking the bulge of his cock through his pants.
You falter in your actions, your hand goes limp, and Leon easily reaches for your breast. He unhooks your bra, his hands cupping your breast. His head lowers toward your hand, he takes your right breast in his hand and your left in his mouth. You gasp again when Leon's warm tongue gently caresses your soft, sensitive skin, sucking your nipple and biting it lightly.
Soon he lets go and alternates his movements, penetrating the soft curves of your body, running his tongue over you and gently biting you again. His fingertips caress your skin, threatening to bring it to abrasions, causing goosebumps to run across your skin. He clenches his teeth again.
“Ah...”, you exhale again.
Leon breathes deeply, pulling away from you, and the air from his breath is hot. He leans in, approaching your lips again for a kiss, making you shudder. You take the initiative, gently sticking out your tongue. His lips are thin under your uncertain kiss. You kiss him before he opens his mouth for you this time, swallowing your moans.
The remaining scraps of clothing on his body are uncomfortably warm, tingling with sweat. Leon lifts his hips to remove his pants, breathing a little heavier than usual. When he straightens up, you feel bold again, placing your hands on his strong shoulders and suggesting that he lie back down on the bed sheet. A mischievous gleam flashes in his eyes as you sit on top of him, and he lowers his hand faster than you can react. You moan as his index finger slides straight down and glides between the folds of your crotch.
“Already soaking wet?”
You can feel it, the wetness around his warm finger, which barely holds you open. He slides up and down again, the side of his finger applying pressure, threatening to push your body even higher toward that melting sensation at the very center.
Leon smirks, lifting his chin toward you, lying on his back but somehow still in control. He gently commands you, “turn around.”
You sit down, uncertainly kneeling over his stomach. His finger still dances and caresses you, gently and lightly gliding over your body. You tremble, almost completely lowering your hips onto his body, instead of following his instructions.
“Come on”, he says again in a hoarse voice. Your face burns as you turn to position yourself over his face, but you hold on tight to the bed, your legs trembling slightly. You can't back down now, and that tone of voice... Leon is challenging not only you, but himself. “yes, that's it. Good girl.”
You glance over your shoulder as you lower yourself onto his cock, catching a glimpse of him over the curve of your buttocks. His lips are swollen from your kisses, dark hair falling carelessly across his forehead, and he's still too beautiful to admit it out loud.
You tremble as you squeeze the muscles of his thighs and lean over him. You rest one hand on his legs and run your finger along the contour of his sculpted stomach and the hollow between his thighs to his cock. It is already hard and heavy, pressed against you.
You wrap your hand around it, and Leon groans; you feel him bite the back of your thigh, lightly touching your skin with his teeth. You shudder, and he suddenly pulls you with undeniable force, pulling you up by your waist toward his lips, “fuck!” you gasp in surprise as his tongue penetrates your tender folds.
His nose touches your tender skin, and he moves his tongue back and forth again. His tongue touches your clit, almost sucking it, sending hot waves throughout your body, causing you to tremble with pleasure again.
You moan, rocking your hips toward him, feeling your toes curl as his tongue continues to move forward, his stubble scratching your sensitive skin, giving you extra pleasure. You rest your elbows on the mattress, stroking his cock with your fist again, trying to focus through the cloud of lust that has washed over you.
You let your tongue dance over his head, already slightly salty and warm beneath you, as you circle your tongue around it like a lollipop. Leon's hands clench on your skin, and a hoarse moan comes from behind you. You open your mouth and take what you can, running your fingers down to manually pump what doesn't fit.
From this angle, from above, it seems that relaxing your throat is almost easier, his thrusts upward are shallow and unhurried, without sharp and strong movements. You move your head up and down, taking almost his entire cock into your mouth. His teasing fingers help, sliding over you, pushing your buttocks aside so that his face can penetrate deeper, upward, and your jaw drops as you moan over his cock.
The sound vibrates in your stuffed mouth, descending to its base, and Leon responds by moving his tongue back and forth faster, teasing your clit and descending to your crotch.
The moans coming from both of you, intermittent and abrupt, burst out of your full mouths, and you both move faster. Leon moves faster; and as he moves faster, so do you, trying to keep up with his pace.
He holds you on your knees as you press your face completely against his groin, sucking his cock with fleeting sighs as your lips free themselves to breathe. His hands are insistent even in these desperate moments, holding you tightly by the hips, so that you may have bruises there in the morning, while he fucks you with his tongue. If this were really a challenge, you would lose.
You would lose, but with delicious pain between your legs in the morning. It's sweeter than any victory.
You're getting closer and closer to orgasm, your thighs are trembling, and you feel yourself softening like rubber on top of him. The next time you pull away from his cock to catch your breath, you can't even focus on grabbing it again, instead wrapping your fingers around his thighs. You squeeze his skin tightly to maintain your balance and strength while he caresses your pussy, practically shaking his head and pushing himself inside you.
“F-fuck, I'm close”, you cry again, almost screaming, almost falling apart as he caresses you. You wrap your legs around his hips and rock your hips toward him, pressing yourself against him, and suddenly it's too late. Even if you could hold back your orgasm, you relax, allowing the fire to consume you. “Leon!”
He moans in response, as if your fluids stuck to his lips and stubble push him forward and won't let go. He circles your thighs with his tongue, licking up every drop of your arousal. And you surrender, barely holding back from collapsing on top of him. When he finally lets you go, you're just trembling and moaning, waiting for a dry, teasing remark about how you left him hanging.
Without a word, he pulls his head out from between your legs, gently pushing you aside to help you get off without kicking him. You fall onto your back, completely stunned, still expecting the insolence and gathering your courage. Instead, there is ragged breathing as Leon leans over you, his mouth wet, his hair falling over his blue eyes, which burn into you, still too beautiful.
“Someone wants more, huh?”, he asks, running his hand between your wet thighs. You feel his cock press against your crotch as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you close.
“Yes,” you exhale, looking at him with a languid gaze of lust. He penetrates you almost greedily, moaning your name and thrusting his hips sharply. It tears you apart, and you cry out. L
eon practically hisses, penetrating deeper and deeper with each thrust, and you muffle yourself by biting his large bicep. Your pussy aches so much, but you want more, you want to feel it even stronger, feel it even better. Reluctantly, you let go of his hand when you hear him exhale from your bite, where your teeth have left a mark.
Desire spills out of you in trembling moans and pleas right into his ear, “Y-yes, Leon, please...”
“Hmm?”, Leon says slowly, his desperate breaths struggling to escape. “how could I refuse your charming self with sharp teeth?”
Your nails dig into his strong back each time, leaving temporary pink scratches as his cock rises to penetrate you deeply, and stars flash before your eyes. Leon fucks you hard, listening to your every whimper as his movements continue, almost completely pulling out with each thrust to penetrate so deeply that your hips ache from the impact of his body.
Groaning again, he pulls out his cock and doesn't come back. You moan in disappointment, suddenly feeling a nagging emptiness without his cock, so Leon grabs your hip and gently pulls you down so you're on all fours. He grabs your hips with both hands, rocking you back and forth as he kneels, both of you holding on to your feet. You hear him gasp and he quietly curses under his breath, “fuck, I can't get enough of you. Do you want me to stop?”
“No, please, more, Leon”, you hear your own pathetic voice, feeling the heat burning in your stomach again.
“So you don't know when to stop”, Leon mutters, almost mockingly.
He slaps your buttocks, and you moan and jerk forward. He lifts you by your hips as he enters you again. You feel yourself tighten around his cock as he goes deeper, and you moan. In response, you push him away with your buttocks, and he speeds up. He has to let go of you with one hand to slap your buttocks a few more times, sharply, burningly. More bruises. He enters you so hard that your knees buckle and you fall forward, completely onto your stomach.
Leon presses himself against you, his hands rising to your shoulders, pushing you down, your moans almost inaudible beneath the sounds of your two bodies and Leon's quiet sighs. Your face is buried in the mattress, your fingers clenching the sheet into a small ball, feeling the bed creak slightly.
The hot sensation between your thighs is unmistakable, and you rock your hips, trying to quench it. The second orgasm comes quickly, and you feel your body twist, trying to arch back, pinned beneath his hard body; your inner muscles tighten and spasm around him, making his thrusts even more slippery. You moan his name with a long, loud moan, “Leon!”
“Hold on... oh, hold on,” Leon hisses, pressing you down with one hand on your shoulder and the other on the back of your head, almost squeezing your face between his firm grip and the mattress. “I'm going to cum, baby... Now!”
He groans, thrusting into you sharply, then again, before cumming inside you and filling you with his semen. You moan as you feel his grip on the back of your head loosen, lifting your head up to gasp for air.
Your body is completely limp, your muscles exhausted, your heart beating so fast that it throbs in your ears. The bed creaks as Leon slowly pulls out, careful not to hurt your aching pussy, and lies down next to you, pressing you close to his body. He takes a few short breaths and sighs deeply, brushing the sweat from his face, then looks at you with half-closed eyes.
“Are you okay?” he asks quietly as he rocks you in his strong arms, soothing you. “We both deserve a cool shower, but right now you clearly need to catch your breath.”
And it's not just you whose whole body aches.
Leon's body aches too, especially his lower back and shoulders; he shouldn't have changed positions so abruptly, and tomorrow morning will be difficult for both of you. But you'll both get through it. Together.
You bury your face in his chest, letting out a tired moan as thick, hot cum trickles down your thigh from between your legs. You mumble something in agreement, closing your eyes and breathing deeply, still recovering from your second orgasm.
“Shh, it's okay. Good girl, I'm proud of you”, he whispers, his hand stroking the back of your neck. “you took so much tonight... I'll give you a massage in the morning; you could definitely use it. I love you.”
leon gives off a lot to the idea of make u pregnant.
a/n: hii, it's more headcanon than mini-drabble 'bout leon's breeding kink cause i just got better and this is the only thing i've the energy for, lmao. i also saw spoilers for re9 and i'm skeptical about them, but i don't think they're fake because there's the characters have va. so, enjoy reading
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Leon looks at the nearly empty box of condoms he pulls out of his desk drawer. His eyes search for yours, and an unspoken question hangs in the air. Should he buy more before they run out completely?
His mind is filled with thoughts of possessing you. He sees the engagement ring he once placed on your finger while kneeling before you, and images immediately come to mind of him returning home from work or an exhausting mission to see you become the perfect housewife for him. Taking care of him, of your children, whom he created with you. Because this is proof of your eternal love.
Maybe you two will have a girl or a boy, or better yet, both. The house is so lacking the patter of little feet and that cute child's voice joyfully shouting, “Daddy!” Those little hands that will hug his ankles because his sweet daughter is still too short to reach Daddy. Or he will play soccer with his son in the backyard, teaching him how to score goals and praising him for beating his old man—it all touches him deeply.
Leon's mind is still filled with thoughts of how your body is changing, adapting to what he has done to you, how he has declared you the mother of his children...
Once you both decided you wanted children, all bets were off. Leon was eager to hear your thoughts, ready to respect any suggestion that came out of your mouth. He asked you dozens of times if you were sure. Only after several “yes, I'm sure” did he throw your birth control pills and condoms in the trash. He is serious.
Now you have a sober Leon, eager to plant his seed in you. He had to give up beer and whiskey, no matter how painful it was for him.
And only now does it get hot. It was always hot with Leon, he is simply crazy about you. He takes pleasure and pride in making you break down endlessly beneath him. If your legs aren't shaking, he's dissatisfied and will make sure the reaction is the exact opposite.
And Leon begins to track your cycle in more detail, noting each subsequent ovulation so that he can ask for a day off from work on that very day.
Leon even bought the book “How to Be a Good Father” and reads it in secret, occasionally adjusting his glasses on his nose, trying to memorize every line; he started reading a lot on forums about how to make your pregnancy easier, how to be the best husband for you.
And this was also reflected in sex.
You've both tried every trick in the book: propping your hips up with a pillow; bending your legs, putting you on your knees so you're leaning on your elbows while he's behind you, wrapping his free arm around your waist. The way he talks to you is getting more and more dirty.
He moans loudly in your ear as he plunges into your pussy, making sure you take him deep, and his cock hardens with excitement, hoping that his dream of offspring will come true, “I can't wait to see you all swollen with our baby.”
There isn't a single surface, wall, or cabinet, table, or floor that Leon hasn't fucked you on. Who would have thought that this man's libido would grow several times over, that sometimes you wonder where he gets all the energy for it.
Every time Leon pulls his cock out of you, he feels ecstasy as his cum slowly drips down your thighs while you catch your breath after wild sex. It mesmerizes him, so he doesn't mind filling you up again and again, caressing your belly, where his seed may already have taken root.
And he doesn't forget about your breasts.
The sensitive skin of your breasts melts in his hands, and he feels their weight as he fucks you from behind, gently massaging them. And that languid, lustful look in your eyes as you look down at him, watching him lick and kiss your breasts, whispering some pleasant nonsense; his lips close around your nipple, sucking before gently biting it with his teeth, just to make you sigh. Your hands run through his hair, combing it back and closing your eyes as hoarse moans escape your lips.
You both walked long but confidently towards the two stripes on the test, having seen more than one test with only one stripe. And when you came out of the bathroom with a big smile, Leon immediately understood: you, his pretty wife, were pregnant.
He is beside himself with joy; he carries you around the house, shouting that he is going to have a baby. He can't help but shower you with kisses all over, then kneels down and kisses your still flat stomach.
Leon loves you, and not just loves you, but adores, cherishes, and respects you. You weren't sure anyone could love you more than this man. But now that your belly is starting to grow, he loves you even more. He loves both of you, you and your future baby, as if he won't get a second chance in life.
there's no better way to spend Valentine's Day than between your thighs
a/n: hii, happy Valentine's Day! i personally won't be celebrating because i'm single, lmao. but i'd still like to write this, so, enjoy reading. tags: nsfw, plot, cunnilingus, oversimulation, many orgasms, sex, unprotected, p in v, creampie, aftercare; leon is a caring bf synopsis: its a nice coincidence that his vacation after his mission in spain fell right on Valentine's Day. he has a special gift for you :) pairing: afab!reader x re4r leon s. kennedy wk: 2059 find me on AO3 make your REQUEST here (not only re) my MASTERLIST (not done yet)
Leon recently returned from a successful mission in Spain, bringing the president's daughter and himself back to your doorstep, tired and with aching muscles under his tight shirt, which hugged all his hard work in the gym. And, before he had time to enjoy his vacation, he was handed a mountain of documents and reports that he had to fill out within a certain time frame. With a heavy sigh, he set about this task.
After a couple of sleepless nights and a mountain of dirty coffee cups on his desk, he could finally lean back in his chair with relief, rubbing his nose and closing his eyes when he sent all the reports to Hunnigan. Exhaustion overwhelmed him, his eyes red from lack of sleep, and only you supported him at that moment, offering him a cup of coffee and reminding him to take a break.
You were caring and patient all the time, and his heart began to beat faster with love for you; he doesn't understand what he did to deserve your care. Leon never thought he would ever have someone like you, but he was clearly wrong before. Because now his home, previously empty and quiet, is filled with your presence and the smell of the delicious dinner you cooked. Thanks to you, he wants to come home again and again for your sake.
Then it was decided that he would spend his entire vacation with you, forgetting about work for at least a week. You both missed each other, and it seems to him that he even forgot the taste of your lips on his. With this thought in mind, Leon left his office and found you lying on the sofa in the living room with a book in your hands, which was quickly thrown aside, forgotten. For now, his face was in your hands as his lips covered yours in a tender kiss, pouring all his pent-up feelings into it.
Every day, Leon tried to spend time with you, walking in the park or just snuggling up with you under a blanket watching a movie at home while you munched on popcorn. The smile on your face made him happier when you both fooled around making chocolate chip cookies; the kitchen smelled of sugar and chocolate as he hugged you from behind and helped you prepare the dough.
But an important holiday was approaching for the two of you: Valentine's Day, and he planned to do something unusual for you because you deserved it. Of course, Leon was ready to shower you with gifts, but that would be too typical, wouldn't it? And then a brilliant idea came to his mind, «there's no better way to spend Valentine's Day than between her thighs» Leon thought.
♡♡♡
Leon's morning began not with a cup of coffee but with you, still sleepy and barely aware of what was happening through your drowsiness. His fingers tightened around your thighs, holding you in place as you squirmed on the bedsheets. Your sweet intermittent moans urged him to keep pressing his face against your crotch to hear them again; he wouldn't have minded staying there forever.
The truth is, as much as he wanted to, he couldn't lie there all day with you in your shared bed. So he had to pull away from you and let you rest before a busy day; he had so much planned for you!
Shopping was the perfect place for you; you took him endlessly from one store to another. Victoria's Secret glows with its signature pink and black colors, mirrors and silk everywhere, and you're already moving away from him, touching the lace, your eyes lighting up as if you've found a treasure. Leon watches you from a few steps back, arms crossed, with an amused but wary look.
Protective instincts never truly switch off.
“Don't hold back”, he says quietly and indulgently “take whatever you wanna”
You look back over your shoulder, smiling too sweetly, “whatever I wanna?”
He meets your gaze and nods, “whatever you wanna.”
You constantly ask his opinion, calling him into the fitting room to evaluate your underwear. God, Leon has seen so much that he can't wait to rip that bra off when you're underneath it at home. He shakes his head, trying to push these thoughts away.
Images of you are mixed together in his head, from the elegant dark red negligee to the revealing lingerie set that made Leon's pants feel tighter. And you didn't stop at just one store, browsing through more form-fitting dresses that drew him to you.
Finally, towards evening, you both returned home, and you had an armful of bags with your new purchases, some of which he helped you carry so that it wouldn't be too heavy for you. For the sake of your happy smile, he didn't mind spending a few hundred dollars, especially on such beautiful things that you would show off at home. It was hard for Leon to restrain himself in the store, but now he had complete freedom and didn't need to control himself.
So that's what he did.
He pulled away from your trembling pussy with a hot breath and sucked your sensitive clit, causing you to gasp sharply in response. It seemed that nothing else mattered to him, not that his and your clothes were lying on the floor, not that his jaw ached, because he was now completely focused on you.
“Leon!”, you gasped, trembling with pleasure and clutching his blond hair tighter.
He had lost count of how many orgasms he had given you. Somewhere along the way, he began to lose himself in you; your scent, taste, and intermittent moans filled his brain and intensified his desire to please you.
Leon held your hips tightly, preventing you from moving further. He pulled away from your clitoris and licked his lips, moaning at the remnants of your juices on his tongue. He lowered your legs from his shoulders so that they rested on his hips and enjoyed the view. Your red sundress was pulled up and out of sight, your hair was tousled and stuck to your flushed face. Your plump lips were red from recent kisses, and bright red hickeys and bites were visible on your neck and chest. Your breasts bounced with each deep breath, and he was pleased with the mess he had made of you.
Your hand, which had been in his hair, slid down to his toned stomach, squeezing his simple black shirt. He shuddered as it slipped under the shirt to caress the muscles hidden beneath.
“Please, Leon...” you whisper in a hoarse, desire-filled voice.
He coos, his baritone low and husky, craving you as much as you crave him, “what, please? Remember, you have to speak, otherwise I won't understand what you want.”
You tremble as one of his hands slides down to your wet pussy, gently circling your swollen clit. With each movement, he draws a trembling moan from you, “your fingers, ple-e-ease,” you beg, shrill and plaintive, desperately wanting his fingers inside you. You let out a piercing moan of his name as he presses lightly on the spot where you want him most, “Leon!”
He loves the sight of you lying beneath him, begging and desperately pleading for more, for his fingers inside your pussy. He revels in your sweet moans as he slides two fingers inside and sighs at the warmth that envelops him as you greedily draw him in.
“Is this what you want, sweetheart?”, he lazily runs his fingers over all the delightful places that make you call his name especially loudly. Leon leans down and gently kisses the corners of your lips. “do you want me to bring you to orgasm with my fingers, or is there something else? Tell me what you want, sweetheart.”
You're too busy moaning and rubbing against his fingers to answer, too intoxicated with lust to even comprehend in your head where the gears were turning as you tried to understand his words, because it felt so good. You wanna more, more of him, because he surrounds you with his whole being. Every movement of his fingers causes this exquisite pleasure that makes your heart contract, bringing you closer and closer to the desired orgasm, which is already unknown how many times.
Then he pulls his fingers away, enjoying your plaintive moan in response. In retaliation, you wrap your legs around his waist to pull him closer and begin to rub your hips against his, quietly sobbing with exquisite pleasure.
He has to grab your hips tightly to stop you from continuing, and he ignores your pleading big eyes, preferring to enjoy your taste on his fingers. He smirks when he hears your pornographic moan as you try to move his wrists, but to no avail.
You beg again because you've been so good to him and you want him so badly!
“You know what you need to do, or do I need to remind you?”, he asks teasingly, squeezing your hips tighter and pulling you closer to him.
You moan, jerking your hips to intensify the pleasurable sensation, “p-please! More, give me more!!”
“What more?”
You let out an exasperated sigh, “oh, just fuck me already, Leon!”
That was fair enough for him to unzip his pants and fill you up just the way you liked it. You're so warm and wet, enveloping him in overwhelming pleasure. He is almost tempted to take possession of you, to drown you in this all-consuming pleasure and watch you fall apart in his hands.
You throw your head back with a gasp, digging your nails into his wrist in sheer pleasure. A burning heat explodes in your lower abdomen, making you tremble, tears welling up in your eyes as it all becomes too much. He whispers tender words to your heated skin, maintaining a slow but deep pace.
“Look at yourself, sweetheart”, Leon kisses the corners of your lips and lifts himself up to get a better look at you, “you look so beautiful when you take me so well.”
You arch your back with a loud, drawn-out moan as he hits a certain spot deep inside you, and a burning pleasure rushes through your spine. However, he notices this and continues to stimulate that spot, drawing frequent and loud, ragged moans from your swollen lips.
“Ah, Leon! Ngh...!” you purred, digging your nails into his skin. Your pretty face was covered in tears and saliva, your lips red from biting them. You say his name so loudly and sweetly that deep down he hopes even the neighbors will hear your cries.
Your pleas, your joyful exclamations as you gladly accept everything he gives you, satisfy something in him, “I can never get enough of you, my love.” He whispers this affectionate nickname gently, but with a particularly sharp thrust that makes you scream.
Leon watches with a satisfied smile as you experience another orgasm, breathing heavily and writhing beneath him, tears streaming down your face.
Shortly after, he also cums, pulling you close and filling you to the brim, whispering words of adoration and love as you both recover from the peak of pleasure. He pulls out, you look at him through your eyelashes and pull him close for a sweet kiss that fills his chest with incredible warmth, “are you okay?” he asks between kisses, gently stroking your thighs in slow circular motions.
You exhale wearily, “yes... I'm okay. Thanks.”
He smiles, leans over, and kisses you on the forehead, “then let me take care of you.”
When you've both freshened up in the shower and changed into comfortable clothes, replacing the sheets, he hugged you and held you close. You showered him with kisses and compliments, considering yourself lucky to have such an attentive boyfriend.
In this moment of peace, he felt only tenderness, something almost foreign to him, but in these precious moments spent with you, he felt this feeling more and more often. You buried your face in his chest, chewing strawberries, closing your eyes and sighing contentedly as he ran his fingers through your hair. He didn't understand how you could trust him so much, but he couldn't help feeling loved.
He gently kissed you on the top of your head and whispered, “happy Valentine's Day, sweetheart.”
leon wanna you to sit on his face in front of his work
a/n: hii, i'm still slacking off at study and i don't wanna my tumblr to be empty, so here's a quick drabble with re9 leon! this is most likely the last drabble with re9 for the near future, since i have a lot of ideas with other versions of leon. so, enjoy reading. pairing: fem!reader x re9 leon s. kennedy
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Leon purred loudly beneath you, the vibrations feeling like heavenly bliss on your wet pussy as he pressed his lips against your throbbing clit. Your legs trembled, your knees pressing harder into the pillow supporting his head as you clamped his head and pushed more and more of your pussy into his mouth. His large hands spread across your buttocks and gripped them as he pulled you onto his face.
Another pleasant shiver ran down your spine as your spine arched in a beautiful arc, your fingertips going numb as you ran your hands through his chestnut hair.
Your lips parted in an “o” shape, softly pronouncing his name, strands of his silky hair curling around your fingers as you dug your nails into the back of his neck, “Leon, yes…more,” you moaned, his name slipping from your lips. You bit your lower lip, holding back a loud moan that tickled your throat, and a pleasant tingling ran down your spine. Your eyelashes fluttered, your eyes threatened to close, and blood boiled hotly in your veins.
In response to your voice, he squeezed your tender flesh, his tongue wrapping around your clitoris, sucking on the nub that came alive under his skilled caresses. A hot spiral tightened in the pit of your stomach, contracting more and more with each precise movement of Leon's tongue penetrating your wet folds. His lips glistened as he ate you like he'd been thirsty in the desert for three days straight.
The dirty moans coming from between your thighs burned your ears, and the slippery sounds were only drowned out by his smacking lips and loud swallowing. You rocked toward Leon's nose, and this made you let out a hoarse sigh as you felt the tip of it touch your clitoris so pleasantly. Your chest heaved with tension, your nipples bouncing with every languid movement of your hips as his tongue slid back and forth across your wet pussy.
Your hips trembled, your toes curled as another sharp surge of pleasure drove you wild, your heart beating so loudly that it echoed in your ears. You dug your nails deeper into the back of his neck as you pressed your hips harder against your boyfriend. He was more than happy to be enveloped between your plush thighs; your burning skin warmed his ears as he licked the drops of sweet arousal dripping from your pussy
His cock ached every time he drew another ragged gasp from your throat. Your sweet cries of ecstasy were the only praise he needed, pushing him to give you more pleasure and take you apart piece by piece, one step at a time, getting closer and closer to leaving you hoarse for the rest of the day.
You gasped as you felt his fingers dig into you, his long finger plunging into your pussy, your wet walls squeezing around the intrusion. The pace of your hips slowed, the pressure in your womb intensified as another finger slid in alongside the first.
You whimpered softly, your lips parting as you uttered his name, rocking your hips toward his hand, his fingers sliding down to your knuckles with a wet slurp, stretching you open. Your vision blurred as fireworks exploded in your stomach, the constant movements of his tongue on your swollen clitoris heating every nerve in your trembling body.
You squeezed his head between your thick thighs as his fingers curled inside you, the tips touching a sensitive spot that made stars dance before your eyes. His free hand slapped lazily at your plump buttocks, leaving a pink mark from his slap, while you pressed your clit harder against his mouth, enjoying the loud moan that echoed in his chest as your clit pulsed against the flat surface of his tongue, “Leon... damn, ahh,” you murmured, trying with all your might not to roll your eyes. “I'm going to come, Leon... I'm going to come...”
You had barely finished your words when you fell silent, and then a sharp moan escaped through your clenched teeth. You wrapped your thighs around his head, pinning him in place and threatening to suffocate him, your body going limp. You whispered his name one last time as your body stumbled over the precipice and your lower abdomen shattered into a million pieces.
Your soft walls squeezed around his fingers like a vice, sweet nectar dripping onto them as he continued to suck your pussy as if your juices were his favorite candy. He helped you ride the waves of pleasure; you slowly moved your hips across his face until the last remnants of pleasure burned your strength away until you were completely drained. Without much effort, he lifted your hips, pulling away from your slobbery vagina with a satisfied smack.
Finally, his eyes opened, and he looked at you with pleasure beneath him. His gaze followed a drop of sweat running down your temple, your trembling body, strands of hair stuck to your wet skin as you gasped for air. He ran his thumbs over your aching thighs, stroking your skin in circular motions. You were still dizzy as you stared at him in a daze, “oh my God, you really needed that, huh? First thing in the morning?”
“Of course,” he smiles, wiping his stubble and cheeks with the back of his hand from your juices, “and don't say you didn't need it too. I could see it in your eyes, my dove.”
From the very first rays of the sun, you were already reaching for his kisses, because his alarm clocks woke you up too. Since you woke up so early, why not spend some time with your boyfriend when you won't see him again until tonight? So you found yourself in his warm arms, his fingers caressing your thighs, sliding under your panties.
You shook your head, pushing your thoughts aside, although it was useless, “maybe you're right, but I think you'd better hurry if you don't want to be late for work.”
The digital clock on the bedside table showed 8 a.m., it was definitely time for him to get ready. Something tightened inside you because you didn't want to let him go. He looked so messy and cute right now, still a little sleepy, wearing only sweatpants, his hair tousled from your fingers. And that gorgeous body...
Your gaze slid over his biceps, which looked like they were about to explode, and it was so sexy. You wanted to leave a hickey, bite him, kiss him, leave a lipstick mark, mark him as yours and yours alone! You couldn't deny that you were already drooling, and a pleasant throbbing had started between your legs again.
It's a shame that while you were lost in your thoughts, he had already put on his home shirt and gone to the bathroom, shuffling his feet as his slippers clicked on the floor behind him.
Surely you two could squeeze in a quick second round in the shower?
a/n: hii, im already working on requests, thank you for sending them to me! i really missed the content of Re6 Leon, so here we are. and he turned out so tender, BOOM SHAKALAKAAA. however lemme remind you that this is just my opinion. enjoy reading find me on AO3 make your REQUESTS here (not only re) my MASTERLIST (not done yet)
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Leon's the type to hide a photo of you, which he thinks is gorgeous, behind his work ID, but never tells anyone about it. Sometimes he looks at it when he misses you a lot, before putting it back.
Leon's the type to stand behind you in the kitchen, so close that his breath warms your neck, and hugs you for no apparent reason.
Leon's the type to, while hugging you, let his hand slide down your back, stopping just before it becomes inappropriate, although his hands still linger.
Leon's the type to will definitely text you after work, “Honey, I'm on my way. Do you need anything?” Even if you say no, he'll still come home with something from the store.
Leon's the type to will keep joking just to hear your laughter again, which only encourages him to continue.
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Leon's the type to love you too much to call you a “slut”, “bitch”, “cum slut” etc. He does not have a strong tendency to humiliate, and if it does manifest itself, it is clearly not through words.
Leon's the type to during oral sex will continue to caress you with his fingers after orgasm, but with slower movements, gently kissing your pussy and helping you ride the wave of pleasure instead of deliberately teasing you until your legs tremble. Although, if you beg him enough, he might make you cum again on his fingers.
Leon's the type to hold your hands while he goes down on you. He bites the fleshy part of your inner thigh, then his tongue slides over your lower lip, licking your wetness once, while one hand squeezes your wrist and the other hand squeezes your thigh.
Leon's the type to will be touched by your sounds and facial expressions. In his eyes, you look simply adorable with your misty eyes and half-open mouth, trying to gasp for air. He knows your body like the back of his hand, remembering what makes you moan and how you react to thrusts. (For your reaction, he might suck your toes during missionary while your ankles are on his strong shoulders, lol).
Leon's the type to have a fetish for stockings and a weakness for lace underwear.
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Leon's the type totouch. He is SO CURIOUS, and every second he is near you, his hands are touching you. It could be your thighs, buttocks, breasts, or waist, it doesn't matter, his hands will always be touching your body. Even though he knows your body well enough, he still shows such curiosity.
Leon's the type to care excessively after sex. He is gentle with you, pampers you, runs you a warm bath, lifts you up in his arms, and helps you take a shower. He makes sure you're okay by asking, “are you okay, my love?” before kissing you on the forehead. His soapy hands will glide over your body, washing away the dirt of the night and exploring every inch of your body again... How about round two?
a/n: hii, this is a quick drabble because i'm sick right now so i barely had the energy to finish it. im sorry if this is too short and meaningless, enjoy reading.
tags: nsfw, no plot, sex in the car, unprotected, p in v, size kink, creampie, aftercare; leon is a little irritated ;) synopsis: after the party, you were both driving home until you started teasing him while he was driving. your pretty eyes did the trick, and you convinced him to pull over to the side of the road so you could stop teasing him. pairing: afab!reader x re9 leon s. kennedy wk: 1,368 find me on AO3 make your REQUEST here (not only re) my MASTERLIST (not done yet)
Rain gently taps on the windshield, and the car is completely silent as you and Leon drive home from the party. You take off your high heels after a long and awkward struggle and unbuckle your seatbelt to put your feet on Leon's lap. A dangerous game, considering what kind of driver he is.
“Are you trying to cause an accident? I'm driving.”
“Then stop,” you say with a smug smile, pressing the ball of your foot against his groin, “nothing will disturb us here anyway.”
He couldn't argue with that, so, sighing feignedly, he did just that. The road is deserted anyway, with only the forest and rain in sight. He couldn't hide his irritation; he was all fired up from the small amount of alcohol he had drunk and, of course, from you, and his cock was half-erect in his pants. Leon curses himself silently: this young minx, who knows him so well, is about to ruin him.
“Get in the back seat,” he told you, nodding.
You climbed over the center console instead of getting out of the car like an adult, as Leon did. A damn childish thing to do. You don't deny it, because even he had to smile and shake his head before closing the back door of the car behind him. And now his big, rough hands are wrapped around your plush thighs, turning you to face him. His blue eyes look down at you with frenzied, undisguised desire. Leon looks you up and down: the luxurious dress he bought for you, falling to your waist, and the lace panties that completely expose your pussy.
He exhales in irritation.
“All this damn time, all I could think about was how to get you out of this stupid party,” he grumbles, never taking his eyes off your face. "tsk. And now you're teasing me while I'm driving? Can't you wait until we get home?“
You feel yourself clenching the emptiness, but it's too late to stop the pitiful, plaintive moan that escapes your lips, something like, «mhm» His lips curve into a slow, sinister smirk, “naughty girl. You like that idea, don't you?” His hands finally move, but not where you want them to, not where you need them to. His fingers, rough but gentle, slide over the elastic of your panties. He lingers there—not because he's hesitating, but because he's a smug, damn bastard, “do you like teasing me, testing my limits?”
“Look at yourself,” he growls in a low, hoarse voice right into your ear, “all prim and proper in front of the cameras. But I know who you really are. My little slut, getting fucked senseless in the back seat of my car.”
He grabs your chin, forcing you to look at the city lights outside the window, “do you think any of these people have a clue? That old DSO agent is now up to his ears in his pretty little thing? That he'd rather be here, buried in this tight pussy, than at that boring party?”
“Leon,” you gasp, writhing under the warmth of his body.
He leans over you, his hot breath burning your neck, then he slowly parts his lips and presses against your skin. Your moan is sinful, pornographic. And it has some effect on Leon. All his remaining self-discipline bursts from your whimpering. With one hand, he pins your wrists above your head, with the other, he rips your expensive panties as if it means nothing—and why should it? He has the money to replace them. Hell, he could buy you the whole store. The sound of tearing fabric echoes through the car.
He tosses the unnecessary pieces of fabric aside like trash, never taking his eyes off yours. His hand rushes to your thighs, spreading them apart before his other free hand unzips his fly, not bothering to take his pants off completely. He positions himself at your entrance and gently runs the tip of his red, ejaculate-covered cock over you.
“Are you sure you can handle this?” he teases, smirking, but for a second you're not sure you can, because he's so big. The first thrust is strong and deep. A feeling of fullness appears in your lower abdomen. You look down at the point of contact and moan. You've done this a million times, you know how he works, but it still surprises you. Only part of his cock is inside you. He pauses, pressing against your pussy, allowing you to get used to his enormous size. When your shoulders relax, that sly smile reappears on his face. He is so warm that it almost burns. And then, with one relentless movement, he enters you completely.
A shiver ran through both of you, and the sounds that followed were involuntary, unrestrained—a cry of pleasure as the sensation overwhelmed every nerve. Your back instinctively arches above the seat. The pressure borders on pain, but it is a pleasant pain. A hot stretch that takes your breath away, and you start to beg. He doesn't give you a chance to beg before he starts moving, and you quiver plaintively around him, trying to keep him inside. He chuckles softly, and that deep, hoarse sound echoes throughout the car, “greedy little thing, huh?”
Then he enters sharply and deeply, his strength knocking the air out of your lungs. He sets a brutal, exhausting pace. Every thrust makes you moan.
“Leon,” you cry.
“Look at me,” he says breathlessly, his voice hoarse but damn sexy. You struggle to open your eyes and meet his gaze. His face is flushed: his cheeks are hot, his forehead glistens with sweat, and his eyes are wide open and clouded with lust. One look at your exhausted expression is enough to ignite an animalistic, insatiable desire in his eyes. “that's it, baby. Lemme see you. Show me how good I make you feel.”
His gaze drops, sliding over the contours of your body until it stops where the two of you are joined. And there it is. A distinct, delicious mound pressing against your lower abdomen. Visible proof of his enormous size. Of how deep he is inside you.
A guttural sound escapes his chest, somewhere between a growl and a moan. He is completely possessed. Slowly, almost reverently, he places his hand on your stomach, pressing his thumb directly onto the bulge. The pressure makes you gasp, throwing your head back.
“Can you feel how deep I am? I'm filling you up completely," Leon says hoarsely. Changing angles, he hits that spot inside you that makes stars flash before your eyes. Your nails dig into his shoulders, your legs wrap tighter around his waist, pulling him even deeper. The tension in your stomach grows stronger as your moans become higher and more desperate. “come on”, he says breathlessly, his rhythm becoming uneven, his thrusts stronger and more purposeful. “come for me. I wanna feel you come.”
He leans down, his teeth scratching the tender skin of your neck before he sinks his teeth in, hard enough to leave a mark, to claim you. It's enough to make you orgasm, fierce and all-consuming: your body arches, a muffled cry escapes your throat as waves of pleasure wash over you, leaving you trembling and spent. Your vision blurs, and for a moment, all you know is this all-consuming pleasure.
He fucks you hard, his movements becoming awkward as your walls tighten around him. With a guttural groan, he thrusts one last time, his whole body tensing as he cums inside you, moaning. Leon falls on top of you, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his ragged, hoarse breathing beating in your ear. For a long time, all you can hear is your own panting and the frantic beating of your hearts. He is heavy, like a solid, comforting weight pressing you to the ground. Leon gently kisses the bite mark on your neck, which contrasts sharply with the brutal way he just fucked you.
“I knew you could do it,” he mutters in a smug, satisfied tone. You can't help but smile, gasping and trembling. “and you did it. I'm proud of you.”