Cooperative Parenting (part 10) - Teeth
[RE4 Leon Kennedy x fem!Reader]
Summary: You and Leon have been broken up for a long time but you still co-parent. After your daughter's seventh birthday party, things got a little heated. But it's fine, right?
Masterlist, part 9b, part 11
Notes: This is about as domestic as Leon can get and I listened to the Goo Goo Dolls the entire time while writing this. We're also kind of nearing the end of this series (I know I've said that two times before already lmao). I will be writing a Re9 Leon spin-off oneshot to it though with Lottie all grown up. That should be fun. Thank you so much for the continuous support this fic is getting. It's honestly unreal. Requests are open, also for the spin-off if you want <3
word count: 3.8k
Warnings: nsfw, funnily enough the breeding kink is strongest in this one, pregnancy, tooth rotting fluff (remember to floss people), some child harm later on
Lottie and Leon were practically attached at the hip. She followed him around like a shadow, wherever Leon went, Lottie went and it was the cutest thing. It was like after the hair incident, she had decided that her father was the coolest person to ever exist and she wanted to be as close to him as possible.
You didn’t mind at all. It was nice to not be the default parent for once and outsource most of the mental load to Leon. It also meant that you had time to spend on yourself. Considering that you only had a few more months before another person would be in your personal space literally all of the time and depend on you for everything including being fed by your body, you made the conscious choice to enjoy this.
And you actually liked being pregnant. Always had. It was a very transformative time and you wanted to be fully present for it as much as you could.
So as soon as you heard Leon’s and Lottie’s voices doing the extra reading exercises for her dyslexia in her room, you drew yourself a bath with bubbles, bath salts, lit a few candles—the whole nine yards. Nobody was going to come in and want something from you. It was better than Christmas, honestly.
As you relaxed into the warm water, you thought life could stay like this forever. Right now was good.
You shot up, the bathwater swishing around you.
But this was not how it was going to be longterm, right? Right now, Leon was injured and couldn’t be sent on some brutal mission. Sooner, rather than later, he would be fully healed and you would be home alone with Lottie and possibly a newborn while you begged Ingrid Hunnigan for updates on your boyfriend. And maybe have a completely broken Leon to come back to you, both physically and mentally. If he came back at all.
But so far, he had made it back every single time.
You tried to relax back into the bath water again. That wasn’t all of the time anyway. In between, your life would look like this. Like baths by candlelight while Leon practiced reading with Lottie.
If you and him could make it work that is.
“Brain, stop,” you murmured and rubbed your forehead, your hands wandering down to the soft swell of your belly to ground yourself. A little over twelve weeks, there totally was a baby in there and especially in the last couple days you had started to feel huge compared to before.
Lottie had looked at you funny the other day. Not funny, inquisitive, as you had absentmindedly caressed your bump standing in the kitchen, waiting for the kettle to boil.
She hadn’t said anything. But you knew the cogs were turning in her head and she picked up on things changing. It was high time you told her.
Good thing that while she was back at school for the first day tomorrow, you and Leon would drive to the clinic for your 12-week scan and then tell her after you came home with the sonogram. Fool proof plan.
Actually, after the scan you should probably also go clothes shopping. None of your jeans or work pants fit anymore and all of your bras had gotten too small, too. You had given away all your maternity clothes after Lottie started kindergarten. At the time, you were convinced you weren’t going to have another.
Oh, well.
Speaking of. You moved up to your breasts to remove your piercings, unscrewing the barbell, praying they wouldn’t fall into the bathwater.
You sighed, placing them on the shelf behind you. You really loved those. You would have to get them redone in like a year’s time probably, once you were done breastfeeding.
Was breastfeeding going to be as hard as it had been with Lottie in the beginning? You distinctly remembered feeling so inadequate and downright incompetent as a young mother not being able to figure out how to latch on your own baby.
Followed by many a sleepless night, worrying that your baby hadn’t eaten enough, while it felt like your boobs were going to burst with overproduction. So painful. Honestly, you would rather give birth ten times over, than experience that for a prolonged period of time ever again.
You gripped the edge of the tub, your knuckles turning white. You hadn’t even begun to think about birth. With Lottie everything had been fine. But what if with Olive it would be different? What if something happened? What if Leon wasn’t there with you and you had to do it alone?
You would ask Rhonda to come with you. She had done it four times and her calming presence would be great while you breathed through the contractions. You should probably tell her soon, that she was your doula of choice. Actually, maybe you should tell her right away. Where was your phone?
You pinched the bridge of your nose, taking a deep breath in, counting to four on the way out. Calm down and take your god damn bubble bath. This is supposed to be relaxing.
There were no more sounds coming from Lottie’s room. Everything was quiet. Too quiet. But Leon had it covered.
Did he though?
You groaned and stepped out of the bath, wrapping yourself in your robe. You were just going to check on your daughter and then come back. And while you were at it, you would make sure she felt alright about going back to school tomorrow after the Brinleigh-Mae incident.
The fact that she was getting bullied like that broke your heart. Nobody had the right to treat your daughter like that. It worried you that the principal didn’t really seem to care. You had called for a meeting with Brinleigh’s parents and him the whole week but he couldn’t fit it in his schedule he said.
Tiptoeing over to Lottie’s room, you cracked the door open just a little, to see what was happening inside.
Leon was propped up against Lottie’s bed, your daughter curled up half on his chest, half into his side, the extra reading material sprawled over his lap. When he caught your eye, he crooked a finger for you to come in quietly.
You crouched down next to him. Lottie was out cold, long lashes casting shadows onto her cheeks, her left thumb in her mouth as her chest rose and fell with deep breaths.
“I can’t get up,” Leon whispered and you smiled softly. "I know I should wake her but I don't have the heart."
“Look at her thumb. She hasn’t done that in like—”
“Two years,” Leon finished your sentence and your heart fluttered. Feeling safe enough to regress to her kindergarten self while wrapped up in her father's arms, huh? You wanted to melt.
“How did the reading go?” you asked, reaching over to take the folder full of material from Leon’s lap and setting it on the night stand.
Leon grimaced. “Eh.” He shrugged. “But we only just started, so we’ll have to wait and see.”
You chuckled. “Maybe we actually have to get her a therapy guinea pig like the psychologist suggested. Especially while you’re not here to read with her.”
‘A pet to read to’ were the psychologist’s exact words. And as soon as Lottie had heard that come out of her mouth, she had been dead set on a guinea pig. You had no idea why. Personally, you’d think your daughter would be more of a cat person. Guinea pigs were so left of field, it had hit you out of nowhere.
“So, I occupy the same space as a guinea pig in this family, is that what you’re saying?” Leon whispered and you gave him a gentle nudge, careful not to wake Lottie.
“No and you know that.” You nestled into his other side, placing your chin on his shoulder, breathing in his scent.
“What happened to your bath?” he asked, his lips ghosting over the top of your head.
“I couldn’t concentrate on it.”
“Do you need to concentrate to have a bath? I thought you just kinda lay there.”
You snorted. “You try growing a human from scratch and then we’ll talk about it. That kind of activity makes you worry about a lot of things.”
He nudged your head softly. “Like what?”
You sighed, trying to figure out if you should lead with ‘you dying’ or rather something else. “I’m scared you’re going to be deployed close to my due date.”
Leon pressed a kiss to your hairline. “That’s not going to happen.”
“You don’t know that,” you hissed. “You’re only saying that to make me feel better.”
Lottie stirred and you both held your breath. Her thumb slipped out of her mouth and her eyes fluttered open groggily.
“Dad? Do I have to go to school tomorrow? I don’t want to.”
You really wanted to snap Brinleigh’s neck in half for making your daughter worry about school even while she was fast asleep on her father’s chest.
Leon sighed. “Yes, you do, Lottie.”
“But I want to stay here with you and mom,” she whined.
Leon stroked her head. “We’re going to pick you up after school tomorrow and then we’ll have a surprise for you. It’s a really good one, you’ll like it.”
Her face lit up. “Is it a guinea pig?”
You chuckled, exchanging a knowing look with Leon. “No, it’s better than a guinea pig.”
“I don’t think you know how cool guinea pigs are, mom,” Lottie grumbled. “There is nothing better. Unless…” She sat up. “Two guinea pigs?”
Leon shook his head. “You’ll have to wait and see. Time for bed.”
She whined for a little while until Leon gave her a stern look and she crawled under the covers. You kissed your daughter good night and watched Leon tuck her in from the doorway.
Seeing him be so nurturing with Lottie made him even more desirable to you. As if that were even possible. Witnessing him being a good dad made you feel safe, protected, like you could rely on him no matter what.
You didn't know if it was the second trimester hormones or the fact that his protective side had been a huge turn on for you a few days earlier already, but when you saw him bend down to give Lottie a kiss on the forehead, the blood from your heart went straight down between your legs.
It was actually a good thing you were already pregnant, because if you weren't, right now you would try your absolute hardest to make another baby with him.
How you could go five years watching him like that without begging him to bend you over and sink into you at any chance he got, was beyond you, honestly.
“Leon, come to bed,” you whispered softly. Leon’s head shot up and you bit back a smile, turning into the hallway and loosening the belt on your robe. You shrugged it off on your way to the bedroom, waiting for him to return it to you.
When he did, you were already splayed out on the bed for him, two fingers buried inside you, moaning his name.
"Oh my god," he breathed, the robe falling from his hands. "What's gotten into you? What are you thinking about, baby?"
"You," you whispered, making eye contact with him as you pumped your fingers in and out of you. "I really need you to fuck me right now."
You had never sounded so needy in your entire life and you were scared this was a huge turn off for Leon, but you couldn't help yourself. It was the truth.
The way Leon's lip parted slightly and his eyes glazed over as he was palming himself through his pants told you this was far from a turn off for him.
"Play with your clit, baby," he instructed and slipped his shirt over his head. The sight of his toned abs and muscly arms made your breath hitch. You were absolutely feral for him. He was so ... masculine. And the best thing about it was: he was yours. And the father of your children.
He reached into his pants, taking his hard cock in his hands and stroking himself, watching you. Seeing him touch himself like he would when you were not with him set you on fire. It was like a whole new level of intimacy, the fact that he let you in on that.
He moaned softly. "Come sit on my face."
Music to your ears. He made himself comfortable, head propped up on the pillows. You didn't need to be asked twice to sink down on the most handsome face you had ever seen.
Leon pressed an open mouthed kiss to your sex, an indulgent, noisy one and you squirmed, whimpering at the touch.
“So sensitive,” he groaned, dipping his tongue into you. “And so wet, too. Oh fuck.”
He pulled out of you and you whined at the loss, your gaze falling down between your legs, Leon's face nestled so deep between them, the only thing you could see were his eyes, closed in pure satisfaction as he licked up your folds in one languid stroke.
You propped yourself up on the headboard, lifting some of the weight off him, only for him to lock his arms around your thighs and pull you back down, right onto his open mouth.
“Let me know if it’s too much and you can’t breathe,” you whispered, rutting against his face, desperate for any kind of friction.
“I’m a government agent,” he panted. “Why do you think this is the situation I can’t get myself out of?”
You reached behind you, hand closing around his cock in a tight grasp. Leon hissed, pressing his forehead into your vulva. “Oh fuck, fair point."
He sucked on your clit and you pushed your hips into him, grinding on his pretty face. He moaned and the vibration of it against your sensitive flesh almost sent you into oblivion right then and there.
"Touch me," Leon groaned. "While I eat you out. Please."
He pushed back up into you with his tongue and you bit back a moan, leaning back, balancing yourself on his thigh with one hand, rolling your hips against his face.
Reaching back behind you, you grabbed the base of his cock, moving up and down, your rhythm faltering whenever his tongue brushed against your clit though. He was lapping up your juices like there was no tomorrow, and you were twitching, squirming, moaning—and doing a very bad job at doing the same for him.
When he added two fingers into the mix, you were done for.
"I can't," you whined. "I can't concentrate. You're too good."
"You can, baby. I know you can." He made out with your pussy again, another sloppy kiss, sucking your clit into his mouth. "Turn around for me."
You did as you were told and his dick hit your cheek, begging for you to take him into your mouth. Leon grabbed your hips and pulled you into his face again, picking up right where he had left off.
Technically his ribs were still cracked, right?
You marvelled at the sight of him so close to your face, eyes fluttering shut as he devoured you, curling two fingers inside of you.
You licked up his shaft, closing your lips around him, tasting the salty precum on your tongue and sank down on him in one torturous glide, moaning because of what he was doing to you from behind.
Hitting the back of your throat, Leon sucked in a sharp breath and let out the filthiest moan to ever exist, muffled by your wet pussy
"Not like that. This is going to be over in two seconds” he whined.
You released him, a thread of spit connecting you still. "I thought you could get yourself out of this situation if you wanted to?"
As soon as you said that, you regretted it. Or did you?
Leon grabbed you with firm hands, shoving you onto all fours, lifting your upper body, until your back was flush against his chest.
“I want to absolutely ruin you," he growled. "But Lottie is right next door.” His hot breath against the shell of your ear made you shudder with excitement.
“We’ll have to be quiet then,” you moaned, already failing, as you felt him positioning himself at your entrance.
"Look at you baby," Leon whispered reverently, tilting your chin so you could see yourself in the mirror across from the bed. "Look how pretty you are."
You really were. A strand of hair clung to your face, cheeks flushed, lips swollen and slightly agape, breathing heavily. Your tits were bigger. A lot actually. That and the delicate rounding of your belly made you look so soft. But in a fertility goddess kind of way. You absolutely loved it.
Leon thrusted into you with one hard stroke and you watched your own face contort in pleasure.
"Leon," you mewled and he slipped two fingers into your mouth, shushing you, as he set a punishing pace. You licked your own juices off of his fingers as he fucked you and your eyes rolled back in your head.
Neither of you lasted long. As soon as Leon's other hand moved down to stroke your clit, you shattered, squeezing him so tight, he fell off the cliff right after, moaning into your ear as he sputtered into you so much it leaked back out, dripping down your thighs. Or maybe that was your own arousal, you weren't quite sure.
It didn't matter.
"I love you," he panted, not even fully there again yet. "So much. I don't think I ever stopped."
Your heart nearly jumped out of your chest and you watched him as you came down from your orgasm, the way he nuzzled the side of your face, pink cheeks, breathing heavily just like you.
"I love you too," you whispered, reaching for his jaw and pulling him into a soft kiss.
You and Leon sat in his car. You were in the driver’s seat because his car was a lot more fun than yours. Government agent salary and all that. He was in the passenger seat and you were holding the sonogram, both your heads stuck together, looking at it.
“You never get used to it, do you?” he asked, mesmerised by what you had created.
You shook your head. “Not really.”
“That’s a whole baby,” Leon whispered, taking the sonogram out of your hands, holding it closer to his face.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you only wanted half,” you snorted and put the car into gear.
Leon chuckled. “You know, you look really pregnant now. It’s very cute.”
You pulled out of the parking spot and onto the road to Lottie’s school. “Just wait until I look like an idiot trying to put on my own shoes at about thirty eight weeks.”
“Like I said,” he pressed a quick kiss to your cheek and handed back the sonogram. “Very cute.”
This wasn't real life. This was the honeymoon phase, you reminded yourself, trying to keep your sanity and not smile like a love sick idiot. You failed. You couldn't wait to tell Michelle that he had dropped the big L last night.
To your dismay, your high didn’t last very long. Lottie’s principal was waiting outside the school for you and called you inside as soon as he saw you. You exchanged a worried look with Leon. That wasn’t a good greeting.
“Is something wrong with Lottie?” Leon asked, when all three of you were sat in his office.
The principal, a scrawny, middle aged man with glasses, kneaded his hands in his lap. “She uh, how do I put this?”
“She what?” Leon hissed leaned forward in his chair, ready to jump out of it at any moment. The principal flinched.
“She kicked out Brinleigh-Mae’s front teeth,” he stumbled over his words but you heard him clear as day. Leon’s brows shot up.
“Accidentally, right?” you asked, swallowing hard. "Like when they were squabbling or something?”
The principal looked between you and Leon, clearly at a loss for words. “She walked up to her during lunch break and hit her in the face with the span of her foot, knocking out three of her front teeth. I have never seen anything like it in all my years of teaching.”
Your blood ran cold and your head immediately snapped to Leon, who was suspiciously calm being presented with this information.
“They’re milk teeth still, right?” he asked.
“No, Mr. Kennedy. They’re not,” the principal replied, forcing a smile.
“I’m sure her father has good dental insurance.” Leon shrugged and leaned back in his chair.
The principal looked at him, mouth slightly agape, waiting for a more sensitive reaction. You also shot him a pointed look, nearly imploding, eyes flicking back to the principal, before landing on Leon.
"I mean, how did she even do that? How does a seven year old know how to kick out someone’s teeth?" Leon grimaced, gesturing at you. “That’s psychotic. Almost like cutting off someone’s hair or something.”
You rubbed your forehead, your jaw so tight, you thought it might snap at any moment. "Tell her father to send us the dental bill."
Walking out of the principal’s office, you grabbed Leon’s arm. “Did you have something to do with this?”
“What makes you say that?”
“The precision.” You looked at him, waiting for an explanation.
“Would you believe me if I said no?”
“No.”
He clicked his tongue. “See?”
"Beating up a child?" you exclaimed, turning a few heads, so you lowered your voice. “Have you lost your mind? Do you know what’s going to happen now? Brinleigh’s parents are going to be up our asses about this for months. Her dad is a solicitor, they're going to sue us.”
"I didn't beat up anyone," he whispered. "Lottie did. And expertly so. And it's not like the other girl didn't deserve it."
"Oh, I'm going to have a nervous breakdown." You rubbed your eyes. "Is this what you were doing when you and Lottie were spending so much time together? Our daughter is going to end up in juvi one day because of you."
The bell rang, signalling the end of the class. Lottie would be coming out of her classroom at any moment.
Leon shook his head. "I swear, I did not teach her how to fight. I took her to ballet.”
Lottie shuffled through the door, face lighting up when she saw Leon, barrelling into him. “Dad, I did it. I didn't do the backflip though, that was kinda hard and I was scared I'd fall.”
Leon crouched down, shushing her, sheepishly looking up at you. You were shooting daggers at him.
He opened his mouth, looking for something that would save the situation. “You know what, you look so pregnant, it's so cute.”
“Nice try,” you spat, walking away from him. “You better come up with a way to solve this, Kennedy.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” he said, taking Lottie’s backpack off her shoulders and grabbing her hand.
“Mom's not pregnant, why would you say that to her? That's really rude,” Lottie whispered, before connecting the dots in her head and clasping her hands over her mouth. "Oh my god, dad, mom is pregnant."
Your hand grazed the sonogram in your back pocket. A fool proof plan, really.
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