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[hispg]

Scandalous

Pairings: DI! Leon x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your mentor Leon is angry that you risked your life. He needs to remind you not to do that again.

Wc:2.1k

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, p in v, spanking, orgasm control/denial, daddy kink, older! Leon, edging, age gap(not specified),dom! Leon, sub! Reader, porn without plot, shameless smut, crying during sex, pet names, public sex(?).

"Are you even listening to me?" Leon growls in your ear, his fingers moving in and out of your slit.

You just nod, your mind too foggy to think of anything else. You've already lost count of how long it's been since he started.

With your arms pinned above your head, bending over for him as he fucked you with his fingers, spanking your ass and growling in your ear constantly.

Your juices dripping down your legs, your ass red and sore, just as you were a whimpering mess.

What was all this about? He was punishing you for risking your life on the last mission, not only that but you hid a bruise from him. And as the great mentor he was, he needed to teach you why you shouldn't do that. He would make you remember to obey his every rule.

"What was going through your head?" He growls in your ear, taking his fingers out of your cunt, making you whimper at the emptiness he's left.

His hand finds your hair and pulls, his chest resting against your back while his cheek rests against yours, making him look directly at you.

"Answer me." Another growl, now he was making a point of rubbing his erection against you.

You swallowed, biting your lip and starting to say, "I'm sorry."

He scoffed, ruffling your hair again, "I don't understand. Say it again."

From the moment he realized you hesitated, he took his hand out of your hair and slapped you hard on the ass, leaving his five fingers marked on your cheek.

"Sorry, Daddy." You moaned, rolling your eyes and throwing your head back. You could already feel the sting of this slap, just as you could feel that it would leave its mark for a long time.

All you heard from him was a murmur, and he put his thumb on your clit, stroking you once more. Your head was spinning, you'd lost count of how many times he'd let you get close to orgasm, only to stop halfway and leave you wanting.

You deserved it, you fucking deserved it.

"What did daddy say to you? What the fuck did I say about taking inconsequential risks?" Again he hisses in your ear, putting two fingers inside your pussy, moving back and forth, hitting that weak spot of yours that makes you see stars every time.

"That I don't-" you stutter and bite your lip, your body shuddering as you feel him increasing the rhythm of his strokes, smoothing your clit with his thumb.

"Say it, baby girl. Answer me." He sounded more authoritative than he should have, not least because he needed to show you his dominance. He couldn't lose the sweet rookie that you were, there was no way he was going to let anything bad happen to you.

He was older, he'd been in this life for years, and he needed to protect you. The youngest rookie and innocent one, that was more than his responsibility. He was older, so he certainly knew what was best for you.

As soon as he felt your body shivering, your walls tightening around his fingers, the dirty, audible moans coming from your lips again and again. You were going to come, and he wasn't going to give it to you so easily.

"Daddy-," you cried, looking up at him with sly eyes as he withdrew his fingers from you, making it clear that you weren't going to come. Not now.

"If you're a good girl, maybe I'll let you come. But first I need to remind you that you have to obey me, don't you?" He didn't even let you answer him, he just lifted you up and sat with you on a bench.

Making you bend over his lap, he didn't care if you were in a corridor of the base, he didn't care if someone passed by and saw the two of you. The perfect view of your ass on his lap was too much, he already knew what he was going to do perfectly.

"Count with me," he whispers, running his palm over your reddened ass, caressing it and giving it a gentle squeeze. Acting like he was going to be gentle.

You knew it wouldn't be like that.

A smack echoed down the empty corridor, it had been the first slap. Your cheeks burned and ached, but that wouldn't stop him.

"One." You whimper, tears streaming down your cheeks. You had already lost count of how many times he had spanked your ass.

An amused smile escapes him, and he teases, "What? Already regretting it? I haven't even started, baby." As consolation he gives your ass a playful smack.

You just whimpered, pouting at him and wiping away your tears.

Maybe he was feeling sorry for you, but he gave you time to breathe. Whispering sweet nothings to you while caressing your inner thighs.

"You know you're a sweet little girl, don't you?" He purrs, just a tactic to get your attention, and then slaps your ass once more.

More than enough to make you swallow a sob, holding on tightly to the seat.

He gives you a serious look, indicating that he wanted you to continue counting.

"Two." You whisper, trying your best to keep your voice steady.

Another hum comes out of his mouth, and he strokes your ass, as if trying to smooth it over for you.

But he couldn't help, he felt a certain pity for the situation you were in. Your fluids were leaking from your little hole, you were so wet that his fingers slid in and out without him having to make any effort.

"Should I let you cum, doll?" A hypothetical question, because regardless of your answer he wouldn't listen.

He would just give you a taste, and you would only come with his permission. Only when he said yes.

Of course he hated putting you in that situation, but what could he do? You were his beloved rookie, the sweet girl he loved, he couldn't lose you. Not even in his dreams.

Apparently the slaps had stopped for the moment, he had better plans for you.

You were feeling so overwhelmed, the way you were sweating and shivering with every touch, taking sharp breaths every time.

And once again you rolled your eyes, whimpering when he put two digits into you. Moving slowly, so slowly that it was almost torture. You felt the sobs getting stuck in your throat, just as you felt the tears coming down once again, your body being over-stimulated, and yet you hadn't reached the edge once.

Every time he looked at you, he saw how aroused you were, your nipples hard and perked up. Your body trembling and panting for him, your lips quivering as you tried your best to control the noises escaping from you. Not only were the red marks on your ass more than enough to make his cock throb and harden even more, it was already starting to hurt the way his hard member was trapped in his pants.

And he made a point of pushing against you, so that you could feel the state he was in. No, he wasn't at all ashamed of what he was doing, not least because he couldn't wait to bury himself in you.

With both his hands, he spread your ass cheeks, making you jut out for him, so that he had the perfect view of you bending over his lap in such an obscene way.

"Please, please." You beg in a sob, desperate for him to let you come. It was too naughty to keep doing that.

He gives you a naughty little smile, minimally satisfied to leave you in this situation. There he went again, fingering you, this time he went faster, encouraging your clit whenever he could, stroking it with his thumb. Just to give you that feeling that you could reach heaven and hell at the same time.

"What? You're so cute when you're messy like this." A wicked smile forms on his lips, of course he was enjoying it all.

You squirming and moaning in his lap, whimpering and babbling nonsense here and there.

His jaw clenched, just as you could see every muscle in his arm twitching with every movement his hand made on your pussy. The sign of your walls clenching around him was enough to make his cock throb once more.

"Close, please." You whimpered, trying your best to make a sly voice that would convince him.

"Not yet." He whispers, once again bringing you to the edge, only to stop shortly afterwards.

You protest, a pout on your lips and a frown on your face. All he did was laugh, taking you off his lap for a moment.

The next thing you heard was the sound of the zipper opening and Leon undoing his belt. And there it was, hard as stone, pre-cum dripping down the head of his cock.

He pumps himself, slapping his lap and ordering, "Sit."

You obey without a second thought, positioning your soaked slit on his tip, not moving down until he tells you to.

"Good girl, such a sweet little thing." He purrs, one hand holding your hips and the other caressing your cheek, pulling you into a sloppy kiss, bringing your lips together.

You could feel him pressing his tip against you, his pre-cum sticking to you both. The sticky liquid mixing with your own juices.

"You're going to take it all, aren't you?" He says against your lips, biting the underside.

Before you could come up with an answer, he plunged you onto his cock, taking it all in at once, both of you moaning in anticipation.

"Oh... Shit, I'm going to come-" You moan loudly, unable to hold back your own orgasm. The sensation of having him stretch you out in such a way was too much for you to think about anything else.

"What is this? Who gave you permission?" He growls, holding your chin firmly. Making you look directly at him. His other hand holds your hip, preventing you from grinding against him.

"I-I... I'm sorry, Daddy." You say softly, pouting at him.

No, it wouldn't work this time.

"Don't tell me you were so eager to sit on that fucking cock? Mh? Just sitting on it made you cum, did it?" He asked, his voice full of malice and mockery.

You just bit your lip, starting to grind slowly, holding onto his shoulders for support.

"Please." You beg, giving him wet kisses on the cheek.

Without an answer, all you got was a thrust, both his hands gripping your hips and slamming into you hard. His hips moving with incomparable dexterity. You might have been on top, but he was in charge.

He dictated the rhythm and depth of the thrusts, he controlled you. And the greatest incentive was when your velvety walls tightened around him, your throbbing pussy crying out for more.

"Shit, fucking tight." He grunted, hammering his cock into you even harder.

Your eyes rolling back, hips rolling against his, mouth half open and the most impure moans and whimpers coming out of you. The vision was more than perfect for him.

He couldn't stop noticing the way your breasts swayed as you bounced on his cock. His nails in your skin, strong enough to leave marks the next day, as if the slaps hadn't been enough.

From the grunts and growls he let out from time to time, you could bet he was close.

"I'm going to come, inside, that's what you want, isn't it?" He teased, his hands coming down to grip your ass cheeks and spread them open, giving a few playful slaps in the process.

His mouth went to your nipple, swirling his tongue around your hard nipple, sucking as if for the last time. By then you were high, your moans echoing through the empty corridor as you rocked your hips against his.

The last straw was when you squeezed even tighter around him, your body collapsing as you wet his cock for the second time, making your body go numb at the same moment.

His last thrust was deep, grabbing you and pulling you down, going as deep as he could. His seed invaded you, so much so that you could feel the hot liquid oozing out.

His hair stuck to his forehead, his breathing heavy, his body even a little shaky after the orgasm. Oh, you could be sure he enjoyed it as much as you did.

His arms wrap around you and he pulls you close, rocking you and comforting you like a baby. This while he himself was trying to recover from his high.

"Take your time, catch your breath," he whispered, this close to your ear, taking the opportunity to nibble lightly on your earlobe. Only to whisper once more:

"We're not done yet."

[wastedpanda]

Leon S. Kennedy NSFW Audios. 18+ only.

Based on the anonymous ask I received. ⚠️ means non-con, dub-con, or anything triggering.

RE2!Boyfriend!Leon admitting his kinks to you, and you try them out (includes: daddy and breeding)

RE4!Best friend!Leon has a movie night with you and eats you out

RE4!Boyfriend’s older brother!Leon fucking you while his girlfriend is right next to him

Pre-RE2!Rookie!!bully!Leon finding out he has to share a room with you (OOC)

RE4!Boyfriend’s brother!Leon moving away and things get heated with you before he goes

RE2!Virgin!Leon takes your virginity and he’s good at it

RE6!Leon getting jealous and fucking you in front of the neighbour

RE4!brother’s best friend!Leon fucks you at a party

Vendetta!Teacher!Leon fucks you, his favourite student on thanksgiving

RE6!boyfriend’s dad!Leon asks you to meet up

RE2!Roommate!Leon catching you masturbating in his bed

You suck sub!RE2!Leon’s cock while he’s playing games with his friends

Doctor!RE4!Leon gives you a ‘fertility test’

Infinite Darkness!Boss!Leon fucks you late night at the office

Death Island!Leon is your teacher and fucks you in the bathroom ⚠️

Infinite Darkness!Stepdad!Leon makes you his own personal fuckdoll

RE4!Leon breeding you

More to be added….

[eucalyptrus]

Just recently got into digital art and shirtless Leon Kennedy's been occupying my mind for a while now (●ˇ∀ˇ●)

[eucalyptrus]

I'm back!

I know I've disappeared for like a month 'cuz college been keeping me busy but I have a surprise for y'all soon ;))

[wittyyname]

Friendly reminder that even though a headcanon is widely accepted in fandom, that doesn’t make it canon. It’s still a headcanon. And people are allowed to have different ones. 

[faridaspeare]

To everyone who reads this, I put a flower in your hair

[spacedustmantis]

shoutout to the mutuals i never talk to. shoutout to the mutuals who i silently reblog stuff from and who silently reblog stuff from me. shoutout to the mutuals who i don't have the balls to reach out to. shoutout to the mutuals i was once close with but now we are merely coexisting. i see you. i appreciate you

[felan-daris]

Shoutout to those who aren’t writers or artists

That’s all those of you who don’t produce drawings or comics, fics or drabbles.

All of you who just reblog, only comment, don’t do anything but look and read.

This one’s for you.

Because you’re the likers, the sharers, the taggers, the ask-senders. The reviewers, the praise-givers, the supporters, the flailers. The response, the feedback, the reward for all that hard work. Sometimes the difference between giving up and continuing.

You’re the cornerstone, the heart and soul of this community. It wouldn’t exist without you. Please don’t ever ever think otherwise. Please don’t ever think you shouldn’t talk to the creators whose stuff you enjoy.

And please let me say this:

Thank you for being awesome.

[eucalyptrus]

I'm thinking about retired D.S.O. Agent and now househusband!Leon S. Kennedy, who's always keeping the house and the garden in check. You come home from work to be greeted by a fervent kiss, seeing your man wearing his signature long-sleeved button shirt with the sleeves rolled up, black pants, and an apron tied around his waist like he's the epitome of sex and god in one.

He leads you by the bathroom to where he drew you a warm bubble bath to soothe out the stress and muscle tensions away. His hands immediately peeling off your clothes, helping you get on tub as he starts shampooing your hair and scrubbing your skin gently with your favorite scented body wash while he massages you.

Leon's an excellent cook, it's a basic survival skill that he has perfected ever since he graduated from the police academy. You can see the way how he plates every dish beautifully, right amount of spice and flavor, ensuring that you're always fulfilled.

Leon wakes up early in the morning for a jog, returning home with a bag of groceries as he starts preparing breakfast. He'll always wake you up with a kiss or more, before setting up a tray to have breakfast in bed complete with a small flower vase just as you've always had it.

Leon who intentionally wears deliciously tight-fitting shirts just to entice you, catching you gawk at him shamelessly but he doesn't mind. It means that he's only your's and you're only his.

His hugs are comforting like a teddy bear keeping you snug and warm for the rest of the day. His touches are familiar, tracing every inch and line of your skin, feeling all of you. His kisses are lingering, taking it slow to ensure that he can taste you thoroughly, there's never a day without his kisses.

And of course, he never lets you leave home for work without hickeys and bites littered around your skin, your nipples swelling and puffy, and not without his hot cum plugged up inside of you, giving him the satisfaction that he successfully bred you, keeping your tummy full and whole of his seed.

[eucalyptrus]

I didn't realize that this would blow up, thank you everyone for reading it! 💗

[shisasan]

Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own [originally published 1929]

[sunsbleeding]

[parallelunivrses]

[ID: a painting of a moth sitting on the rim of a cup of tea. The moth is blue with red specks and has a speech bubble with a smily face next to it. The mug is a warm yellow with a red heart with a teabag. Words next to the mug read “the small joys are also divine…” End ID]

[eucalyptrus]

I'm thinking about retired D.S.O. Agent and now househusband!Leon S. Kennedy, who's always keeping the house and the garden in check. You come home from work to be greeted by a fervent kiss, seeing your man wearing his signature long-sleeved button shirt with the sleeves rolled up, black pants, and an apron tied around his waist like he's the epitome of sex and god in one.

He leads you by the bathroom to where he drew you a warm bubble bath to soothe out the stress and muscle tensions away. His hands immediately peeling off your clothes, helping you get on tub as he starts shampooing your hair and scrubbing your skin gently with your favorite scented body wash while he massages you.

Leon's an excellent cook, it's a basic survival skill that he has perfected ever since he graduated from the police academy. You can see the way how he plates every dish beautifully, right amount of spice and flavor, ensuring that you're always fulfilled.

Leon wakes up early in the morning for a jog, returning home with a bag of groceries as he starts preparing breakfast. He'll always wake you up with a kiss or more, before setting up a tray to have breakfast in bed complete with a small flower vase just as you've always had it.

Leon who intentionally wears deliciously tight-fitting shirts just to entice you, catching you gawk at him shamelessly but he doesn't mind. It means that he's only your's and you're only his.

His hugs are comforting like a teddy bear keeping you snug and warm for the rest of the day. His touches are familiar, tracing every inch and line of your skin, feeling all of you. His kisses are lingering, taking it slow to ensure that he can taste you thoroughly, there's never a day without his kisses.

And of course, he never lets you leave home for work without hickeys and bites littered around your skin, your nipples swelling and puffy, and not without his hot cum plugged up inside of you, giving him the satisfaction that he successfully bred you, keeping your tummy full and whole of his seed.

[fawnsflowerbed]

Hiiiii Beeee!! 🐝🧡 I've got a request for you 😼 an angst to fluff ofc, you know how I am HAHA

So I was thinkin of a scenario with sunshine reader (I feel like that's already a given with anything I request HAHA) and her being concerned about his drinking? And maybe he doesn't see the problem? So they get into some kind of argument or conflict bc wdym?? like ur ass drinks after every mission, n you use it to cope- that's def not normal help?? 😭 but it ends up getting fixed with fluff n all that good stuff in the end?

Leon needs a better coping mechanism like pls pookie 😭 makes me so emotional ☹️☹️

(Some ☀️ lore, alcoholism runs in my family, so I have first hand experience of what it's like to deal with ppl with drinking problems, e.g. my dad and brother 🥲 they can be so scary and aggressive or say such hurtful things argh)

But please know that if you're not comfortable with this topic, I will totally understand!!

- Your Sunshine ☀️🧡 hehehe

Hello my darling sunshine, I can understand your experience. Please know that even if it runs in the family you're a very strong sunbeam, and you'll get through things no matter what. I love you 🧡

After returning home from Spain, Leon's right back on the alcohol before so much as acknowledging his partner. You've decided enough is enough.

Warnings/content: GN reader, 2nd person (you/yours), RE4 Leon, mentions and implications of alcoholism/drinking so please take care if this is a sensitive topic my loves, yelling/fighting, there's a soft ending I promise.

Word count: 4.3 K

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This was not how you wanted your night to be going. In fact it was the exact opposite of your ideas for tonight. Your plan was simple from the start; get through your usual mundane day, come home and heat up the leftover takeout for dinner, try and get some sleep while you wait for Leon’s return.

It was something you just had to get used to. You’d been dating him for long enough to understand the way his job dragged him down. But that didn’t stop you from worrying. Cold or hot nights spent staring at his empty side of the bed, a deep burrowed hope of his return digging its roots further into your heart. He always returned. Returned to your smiling face that jumped at him, smothering him with love as he laughed tiredly.

What you didn’t want was to be staring at the mop of your boyfriend’s unkempt hair after being four days away in some foreign country. Out of context it sounded awful, but it was because of what he had sitting in his hand after coming home. No kiss on the cheek, no check in on you, just this. His body language spoke for itself - crumpled over the shoddy wood of the dining table you’d bought when you’d first rented your apartment. You were still refusing to move in with Leon, feeling like you’d be nothing more than a burden or another mouth to feed. It would feel alien not having to worry about rent, or groceries, or bills or anything along the lines of that. The usual struggle of living that had become an uncomfortable norm for you. But that was besides the point. What you were really focusing on was the large bottle of liquor in front of him, already halfway finished from his usual after-work drink. He kept the glass bottle in its designated cabinet alongside your cheaper wines - ones you usually tried and failed to enjoy after a long day - and usually took it out in the late hours of the night. That was his uncomfortable norm. 

And it was starting to become a real problem.

His issues with alcohol were transparent and obvious, blowing a firm bubble of hesitance around his heart sheened over with a brown hue. That of whiskey, bourbon, or anything he could get his hands on sometimes. 

If there was an issue at work he drank. If a mission didn’t go as smoothly as he was hoping he drank. If that voice in his head gradually soaking up his self loathing got too loud he drank. If there was an argument between the two of you he drank. It’d been like that for a while now, you knew that already. It was one of the first things you noticed about him, after all one of your first dates was at a bar downtown. Something he talked about when discussing his previous relationship to warn you about how dysfunctional he could be. How he could be stubborn and rude and bull-headed. How he’d try to push and pull you. But you persevered.

Now you’d have to persevere again.

You could feel your frown forming in an instant, watching as he screwed the top off of the bottle with such casualty before pouring the brandy out into the shot glass. Too normal. Too much of a schedule. This was a habit you had to break for him. You cleared your throat with a cough.

That’s what got him. Leon’s turn had an obvious tensed undertone that said you’d caught him off guard. It was as clear as his now empty shot glass despite the way he smiled at you. And that tensity wasn’t the only thing that was evident. He was tired. Heavy bags under his eyes that seemed so much darker when he stood up from his chair. 

“Hey, baby. I’m back. Didn’t hear that you were up, thought you’d still be asleep.” It was hard to tell if that was a lie or not. He’d gotten too good at lying.

You had to hold back every atom in your body to stop yourself from hugging him. You were supposed to be upset, you were upset, and yet you still craved to feel his embrace, like your physical being needed to hold him. Needed to know that he was in fact here. But you had a job to do.

You crossed your arms over your chest, the crease in your eyebrow managed to deepen too. “It’s 2 in the morning.”

“Yeah, I know. Things just got a little messy, love. I’m here now though.”

Your teeth gnawed at the inside of your cheek. ‘I’m here now’ didn’t put you at any ease, especially since he was still turning to toss back his drink. 

“Lee, I think we need to have a talk.”

That had him leaning his weight against the shoddy table, full attention now on you. “Yeah? What’s the problem, sunshine?”

What you wouldn’t give to chew your own mouth to shreds. Maybe then you wouldn’t have to talk. “At the start of this relationship you told me one specific thing; if I feel that something’s unhealthy, I tell you. And I’ve seriously been in denial about this being an issue but I think it’s time we mention it.”

Christ at this point it’d be easier to admit you were a sleeper secret agent sent to assassinate him but you’d made the mistake of falling in love with him. That would’ve been so much simpler. Hell, he might’ve even laughed. 

Now you were forced to say it.

“Hon, I’m worried about your drinking.”

No response. No reaction, not yet anyway. He just sat looking at you in confusion, in curiosity. Fuck it was hard to be mad at him when he looked so much like a puppy. You’d kill for him to be mad even in the slightest.

“What do you mean?”

It took you back a bit. “What do you mean what do I mean? It- I feel like you avoid whatever negative feelings you can.” You were grasping at straws, hoping your words weren’t too cruel. How else were you supposed to say this? ‘Stop drinking before it kills you’? Trying to be supportive and showing you understood his pain seemed to be the best option. “And I get that, but there are better ways to do that rather than drenching it in booze and I just-”

“Woah woah woah, back it up. What do you mean I’m avoiding it? I’m not avoiding anything.”

Lips curved up into a reassuring yet sad smile. Denial, one of the first steps towards sobriety. Not admitting you have a problem. Maybe you could open his eyes to it now. “It’s okay for you to say it, baby. I know a lot of fucked up stuff has happened to you even if you don’t want to say it Leon, believe me I do. But self medicating just doesn’t feel like the right way to deal with this. I know seeking help is a rough subject but-”

That voice, the one that usually put you at such ease, stiffened. He wasn’t mad yet. “I’m not ‘self medicating’ for anything. I just like to have a drink from time to time. I think it’s fine for me to do that.”

“It’s not just from time to time though. It’s pretty much daily. If- if anything happens at work, or with an assignment, or even when you’re too tired-”

“What’re you getting at?”

“I’m just worried after that incident you told me about, the one before Raccoon-”

Struck a nerve by accident.

The glass landed on the table with a hard clunk, hard enough to shatter. You were surprised it didn’t. Maybe saying that was pushing too far but there was no turning back right now. This was obviously a sensitive topic, though. Leon didn’t like bringing up his past relationship and the absolute shit show he put himself through the night before his first day on the job. You knew that, so you thought digging deeper would help him see what was going on. But it didn’t. “Are you seriously bringing that up right now?”

There was a strange spit of venom at the end of his question. Defensive. He never liked the past, hated the very mention of it, but it really had to be done. It was time to put your game face on. If someone was going to be the strong one in this situation it had to be you.

You nodded your head firmly. “Yeah. I am. Because it’s a problem. And as much as I love you I’m tired of pretending that this is okay when it’s so clearly not.”

Leon simply shook his head. His body slumped back into the chair at the dining table, letting out a harsh scoff that had your fists tensing. Was he even listening to you? Was he taking in anything you’d said? “You know I really didn’t want an argument when I got home.”

It wasn’t supposed to become an argument. If anything you were hoping he’d take it more seriously, that he’d hear you out on this. Obviously that was too much to ask for. Your face fell. “This isn’t meant to be an argument, Leo. I’m expressing-”

“So my drinking’s not okay? Fine. Let’s rewind to when you said you understand what happened to me.” All you could do was watch as he turned the shot glass in his hand back and forth, staring at your saddened expression through the reflection. There was no sign of remorse from him. “You assuming that is what’s not okay. You have no idea what my life has been like, Y/N.”

A hit below the belt, a stab to the gut. Whenever he was losing in a conversation - no, an argument, this was an argument now - he always brought up what happened in Raccoon City. His training, his sacrifices, his split-second decisions that led to something much worse happening. And now he had a shiny brand new assignment to flesh out. It was so mean. It was cruel to throw that at you, like a knife catching on your sweater and leaving you stuck to the wall. Still, you had to keep going. “I’ve lost people too, Leon. I’ve fought battles, I’ve sacrificed relationships, I’ve had failures. Just because it wasn’t revolving around bioterrorism doesn’t mean I don’t know what a struggle looks like. I’ve been in shitty places before.” An unsteady beat of silence hit the room like a flash grenade, shrouding your judgments in a blair of white. Everything felt so wrong. A room that you both found such comfort in had now turned into a courtroom, a battlefield, a boxing arena. Some place for you to duel it out. It just wasn’t fair. Why couldn’t he just listen for once? Why couldn’t he push past that stupid stubborn head of his that you couldn’t help but love?

Then he was speaking again. No, not speaking. Attacking. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to keep going after watching so many people die for you? What it’s like to get plucked from your normal life and tossed into a fucking hellhole? To be shipped off to some corner of the world with no idea as to what’s going on? I killed to get back here, back to you.”

One of the worst things he could drop on you. A timebomb set to go off any second now.

Your heart fell right into your stomach at that moment, the pulse moving down until you felt like you were going to be sick. This was one of the few things he could say that hit you where it hurt and he knew that. It was guilt, it was pain you unknowingly carried on the daily. Deaths at the hands of your partner so he could ensure he came back to you. But surely that wasn’t on you, right?

No. You hadn’t asked him to, you weren’t the one raining down bullets or slashing throats. But fuck did his words cut like a knife. To say you hated arguments was an understatement. The very idea of getting into some kind of conflict had you ready to curl into a ball and (politely, as long as it wasn’t too much of a hassle on anyone around you) die. A people pleaser at heart. Leon knew this, he knew you’d struggled and yet he still chose to pin it on you. Eyes glossing over, you tried and failed to keep your voice strong, now sounding shaken. “Don’t pull that card on me. That’s low, and you know that.”

Leon was refusing to look at you now. “How I choose to cope is none of your business.”

“It is if it concerns your health. None of this is safe.”

“I’m in perfect health, the best shape I’ve been in a while actually. You’re overreacting.”

You.

Were.

What?

Now as someone who steered away from conflict you usually tried to keep your cool. Hell, you were the positive one most days. You had to be the one to say ‘look on the bright side!’ with a soft smile.

But that crossed the fucking line.

You weren’t just upset anymore, oh no. You weren’t sad and worried and distraught, you were pissed. Fuming, even. That was the most self-centred, asshole-ish, downright gaslighting thing he could’ve said in that situation.

So you lost it.

“I’m what?” Voice snappier than usual, like the pluck in your tone was that of a bowstring aimed right at Leon’s throat. You were hoping the arrow would at least pierce so he could admit he was wrong.

But of course he didn’t. Instead he opted for letting his hand fall to the table. Steel blue eyes scrunching up in frustration as he spoke. “I said you’re overreacting. It’s not that big of a deal, and you’re blowing this up for no reason. You’re allowed to be worried about me, sure, but not for useless shit like this. If you’re doing this for-”

Enough. You’d heard enough. While he was talking you’d had the time to pick up one of your usual day bags and silently stuff whatever you could find into it. Your medications, phone, wallet. All that was left were those keys. They were almost taunting you from where they sat on the rack. Picking them up would create some obvious noise.

But you couldn’t care. Not anymore.

The charms and keyrings collided in your hand when you swiped it from where it was hanging. A noise Leon was so used to, but not at this time of night, not when you were in the middle of a conversation. Finally he turned back around to see you, to take in what was happening. Eyes collecting up every detail - the bag, the keys, the shoes being slipped on, the look of sheer anger and pain on your face. Two and two were put together.

“Where are you going?”

He suspected the usual. ‘I need a minute. I’m taking a drive.’ Maybe ‘I’ll be back, I’m ducking down the street.’ Hell, you could’ve been grabbing something from the gas station a couple of blocks down.

“Away.”

Oh he’d fucked up.

No this wasn’t normal, this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. There wasn’t even meant to be an argument in Leon’s mind, this didn’t seem like the type of thing you’d both fight over. It stunned him to say the least.

“What do you mean away?” There was an evident quake in his words. Surely you weren’t, right?

Your face fell stern. “I mean if you don’t figure your shit out and realise how what you just said was completely fucked, then I’m not coming back tonight. Or maybe even tomorrow.”

His tongue fought with his teeth to fight. “You can’t be serious.”

That’s when you gave up. Hands thrown up, exasperated, as your voice cracked. “I have been serious about this entire thing, Leon! You’re drinking yourself to death day after day and wallowing in this guilt over things that were never your fault. We’ve mentioned going to counselling so many times but you keep pushing it back for no reason. Saying you’re too tired, or have assignments, when we both know the board has given you permission to go out and get help.” With a head shake, you let the tears well up as a sign of defeat. He’d gotten his wish, you’d snapped and confessed. You weren’t as strong as you thought you were. Maybe that was your addiction as much as alcohol was his. When would you learn to defend your heart better? “You are killing yourself. And that’s killing me. So if it takes me leaving for you to see that, then I’m willing to go.”

There was an icy tension in the room, the kind that fell over movie theatres when the quiet character finally snapped. No more hushed mutters or small giggles, just pure silence. When that usually mousy yet bright coworker had enough of the way they were being overlooked, finally taking a stand for themselves. Confessing their love for the morally grey loner, the one who shoved others away at the very idea of an intimate relationship. Demanding that they be heard or they’d walk away. You could almost feel the audience hold their breath in anticipation for Leon’s next move. 

They let go of that breath when he took his first few steps towards you. “Hey, no- love-”

You simply huffed at him. “No. No, don’t fucking ‘love’ me, Leon. You can’t just-”

“You don’t have to go.” His voice sat gently in the air around you. Like it was sitting in anticipation, hoping you’d accept it.

You hated how soft his words were, how that was the very same voice that told you that you were overreacting. That same voice you find yourself trying to overlap, be that during laughter filled conversations on the couch or when you were arguing like you were right now. You hated how it made your fingers shake a little less, your heart drum a little slower, your defences sit just a little lower. 

You hated how much you loved him.

“You’re lucky I didn’t break that bottle, you-”

In your peripheral vision you could see him tuck his thumbs under his belt loops. He looked upset now, too. Not angry, not frustrated. Just sad. “C’mon, don’t be like that.”

Once again your words held a bite. “Like what!? Like I care about you? Like I haven’t sat here every day wondering if you’d realise the issue at hand? Wondering if you’d be angry at me for it? If you’d leave me over it? I refuse to leave you to your own devices no matter how hard you try to shove me away. Do you want me to stop worrying that one day you’ll- fuck, that you’ll-”

Angry words turned to that of someone terrified of what felt like the inevitable. Those welling tears now let themself go, no longer clinging to your ducts as they made a freefall to the ground below. Arms that were yours and only yours hugged your body close. Those words of a terrified someone fell to a whisper.

“You scare me, Lee. I’m not afraid of you, but you scare me.”

That was what broke his heart. Two short sentences, a confession of how worried he’d made you after months of drinking. He was losing you. Drifting away from you on a raft he’d built from empty bottles and emptier promises to do better. How could he have been so blind? The most considerate human in the universe was standing in front of him, begging him to do better, and he’d merely brushed you off like a chip on his shoulder. 

Fuck, how dumb he’d been.

“Just please don’t go.”

It was a plea. It was a beg with a crack in his voice you hadn’t heard in months. Leon was never one to really show his emotions, that much you knew. But he wanted to be better. He wanted to open himself for you. He wanted to collapse into your open arms after painful journeys and harsh choices. You made his hands that had killed relentlessly for the sake of safety feel soft and gentle when he held your face. Made his battered body feel better than any painkiller ever could. You were his blessing in every sense of the word.

He’d overlooked that for too long. 

It was hard for Leon to cry about the past. It was hard for him to cry in general, so many years of being told to toughen up had dried out his tear ducts. Made him feel weak for so much as shedding a tear. But here he was, staring at you with glassy eyes, shakily holding onto your shoulders.

“Please.”

There he was. The sweet boy you’d fallen in love with was back in your arms, ushered into your warmth to nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck. You could feel every inch of his soul, could feel your own crawling out to hold onto the wisp left of him. An embrace that was long overdue. It meant ‘I’ve got you’. It meant ‘I’m not going anywhere’. 

It’d been so long since you’d seen him, seen the part of him that once looked at you with such adoration. Usually he was too foggy to do it, too dazed from a dull buzz of alcohol. But he’d never felt more sober. You were here, you were wrapping your arms around him while he held you close to his chest. Feeling a single hot tear hit your skin. 

Only you could make Leon Kennedy feel safe enough to cry.

Only you could make him feel safe in someone’s arms for the first time in what felt like a thousand years. 

Only you could be his home.

“How long?”

His voice croaked against your skin, feeling your hand creep up to run through the hair on the back of his head. Shot blue eyes lifting from your neck to stare down at you in worry. 

“How long what?”

“How long have you felt like this?” He asked once more. Desperation was still leaking into his question no matter how hard he tried to hide it. And it only got worse when you shrugged casually.

“A few months. Four, maybe five.”

That frown on his face only worsened. “Sweetheart, I had no idea.”

“That was kind of the whole point.”

“I just- I didn’t see it as a problem. I mean I know we’ve talked about therapy before, but this?”

“Yeah. This.”

His chest moved against you as he let in a slow inhale of air.

“What do we, uh, want our next move to be? If you still want to go I won’t stop you.”

God what you wouldn’t give for him to be less understanding in times like this one.

You shook your head and pulled back by an inch. The key slipped back up onto the rack, chains and charms jingling as it hung. “I just want us to work through this. I know addictions and lifestyles like this are hard to kick, but I want us to try.”

“You really think this is..that?”

“What?”

“A, y’know..”

A clear hesitation to admit that this in fact was an addiction. 

“Yeah, hon. I think it is. And if its not, then it’s close to becoming one.”

An uncertain nod that made his mop of golden hair bob, arms retracting from you to walk over to the table. That same table with the same shot glass he’d slammed down. The same bottle he was now picking up to carry into the kitchen. That’s when you moved to follow after him. What was he doing?

“Think I know where to start.” He remarked on his little journey.

Before you could verbally question it, the liquor was dropped into the garbage bin, lid quickly snapping shut after it. The loud crack and clink of shattered glass echoed off the tiles. You couldn’t help but jump in shock.

“Leon! That was-”

Instantly he shook his head at your protest. “That was something that caused an argument where I could’ve lost you. Nothing like that is worth my time. Right now I think we both need to get some sleep.”

Your eyes were glued to the bin as he made his way back over to you. “But that was-”

Strong arms enveloped you into a warmth you’d been lacking for weeks on end. One that spread through your whole body. “I don’t care. I don’t care how expensive or stupid that was because it’s gone now. I’m making a commitment. To you.”

A soft sigh of acceptance. Of content. “Okay, but tomorrow morning we’re making sure all of that glass got in the trash. I don’t want a bleeding foot.”

Leon nuzzled his face back into the crook of your neck.

“Deal. Just let me hold you for a little bit. Please.”

Who were you to refuse such a sweet offer from a man who was willing to pick up the broken pieces of his life with your help? A man who was trying his best. Who was squeezing you close to him, almost lifting you from the ground to capture you completely in his hold. Like a wild rabbit, that with soft fluff and twitching nose that once sniffled up sad tears. Like he were a wolf who’d found home in the very thing he thought he’d hurt on impact, with gnashing teeth and sharp eyes.

But he’d never hurt you.

All he’d ever need was you. 

“I missed you so much, angel.”

Another tear fell onto your skin, a soft droplet that proved it all to you. He was here. 

He was home. 

“I missed you too, Lee.”

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‘Your eyes really are like sapphires,’ you told Leon as you were sat on his lap, staring adoringly into his beautiful blue hues whilst cupping his jaw in your hands. ‘Gee…that’s pretty corny though huh?’ You add with a slight nervousness as you blinked yourself back into reality, thinking you might’ve made the male uncomfortable.

But as you were pulling yourself away from him, Leon grabbed you by the waist, keeping you close as he burrows his head against your shoulder to hide his dopey smile and reddening cherry cheeks. ‘Oh no, not at all, anyone would like it.’ His muffled answer was spoken into the fabric of your shirt and into your skin, warming it.

Leon wasn’t use to receiving compliments.

Sure he’s been called pretty, handsome, sexy, charming a plethora of times but they were general comments made towards him in his entirety; However when you complimented him on a specific part of him -like his eyes- he becomes soft like puddy or sand within your hands.

Which starts a chain of reactions that often begin with him smiling involuntary like a lovesick teenager, his cheeks and tips of his ears becoming redder then even the ripest cherry tomato and ends with an a sudden burst of shyness as Leon is quick to hide away his face from you before you could tease him any further.

It was moments like these that Leon cherished the most after coming back from gruelling missions; Moments where he could just be Leon. And to just being Leon with you made everything he did seem all the more worth it, especially when he got you to come back to and bring him back from the brink of collapse.

For that, Leon could only hope that he was enough for you to stay for the long run.

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[hellfireghoul]

Partners, Roommates, Best Friends

RE4!Leon x f!Reader

Summary: Yourself and your partner Leon have just returned back from a harrowing mission overseas in Spain. The both of you are severely affected by what you'd seen out there, both developing insomnia that only the other can seem to cure. You share a job, a home, a friendship, and now a bed.

Warnings: 18+ minors dni. Smut.

Words: 3.8k

Notes: This is pure filth tbh nothing much more to add lmao apart from I need help

You and Leon had been partners for the past two years. Partners, best friends, roommates. Everything you did, you did together. There were pros and cons to this of course, the pros being the two of you knew every little thing about each other, and the cons being that you knew every little thing about each other - hence knowing how to get on the other's last nerve. However frequently that may happen, tonight was not one of those nights.

It had been just short of two weeks since you’d both returned to the U.S, after being on an assignment in Spain. It had been the hardest thing you’d ever experienced in your career so far. You didn’t need to have a conversation with Leon to know he felt the same. The tired faint expression on his face, and once shining blue eyes now dark and glazed told you a story without having to ask. The two of you had barely spoken about it since getting back. It was kind of an unspoken rule between the two of you usually, to never really talk about work. You assumed this was a fairly normal thing, wanting to keep work at work. The only time you and Leon ever discussed anything related to your jobs was when you both needed to. Sometimes it was good to debrief, after all the information was strictly confidential but seeing as how you were partners, it didn’t prevent you from talking about it freely to each other. Just one of the perks of being partnered together you supposed. 

This hadn’t happened this time though. Instead you’d both simply gone about your daily lives, but both much quieter and more subdued. You noticed Leon was much more clingy, he wanted to be close to you at all times. This wasn’t completely out of character, but the intensity flagged up with you almost immediately. It started on the first Monday night since you’d gotten back on the Friday. Curled up watching a movie and he’d suddenly come and shuffled up close to you, and gently placed his arm on the back of the sofa and asked if it was okay. As soon as you’d nodded, his arm was draped around you and pulling you tight to his chest. 

That’s when it started, and then it turned into hand holding whilst eating dinner and buddying up to go to the laundry room. Which then progressed into naps together on the couch during the day time. You knew full well neither of you slept at night. This wasn’t typical friend behaviour, friends didn’t hold hands having dinner or cuddle on the couch but, it’s what you both needed. 

The clock had just struck twelve am as you climbed into your cold sheets on a damp and drizzly Friday evening. Two weeks since your return, and every time the silence fell and you closed your eyes you were back there again. Spain. 

You couldn’t escape it, it was like running from a never ending nightmare playing on a loop in your brain. You’d been staying up for as long as you could, hoping that when you finally settled into bed you’d be tired enough just to switch off and sleep. You were always too hopeful. And always wrong.

You tossed and turned for what felt like an eternity, any tiny disturbance making you jolt your eyes open and jump. Something hit the window with a crack that made you almost rise two inches off the bed. You shot up, your hand immediately outstretched reaching for the pistol you kept in your nightstand drawer. 

Your fingers gripped around the cold, heavy metal until you saw the loose bit of tree branch hanging from the window awning. Your chest relaxed, and you cursed under your breath at your own stupidity.

Everything made you on edge nowadays, even though you knew you were safe at home. You couldn’t be any safer if you were completely honest with yourself, knowing that Leon slept a mere door across from you was a huge comfort. Slept is a loose term, you would bet money on the fact he wasn’t asleep at this moment in time. However, he did almost act like your personal guard dog, whether you were on the job or doing your grocery shopping together.

The rain grew heavier outside, the pattern on the windows normally added to a serene atmosphere, the ambient sound usually lulling you into a peaceful sleep. It wasn’t working its usual magic however, you feared nothing would.

Sighing, you flung the sheets off you, determined to swallow your pride and do what you should’ve done two weeks ago. You needed a good night's sleep, and the only time you could ever get some sleep lately was during the day, wrapped up with your roommate. It was pathetic really, you thought to yourself. You’d never been this affected after a mission before, and you’d seen some gruesome shit, but this past assignment had been something else entirely for the both of you. You’d witnessed Leon almost die a million times, and those memories flashed up every time you closed your eyes and then continued like a reel you couldn’t turn off in your nightmares. In your dreams you weren’t there to save him, you were simply a helpless onlooker. You just had to stand there and watch.  

Wrapping your arms around your body in response to the chilly air, your bare feet pattered across the wood floor as you crept out of your dark room. You eased the door open gingerly, trying to prevent any loud creaking as you slipped through the gap and into the hallway. Leon’s bedroom was directly opposite yours, and you hesitated for a moment at the door, trying to listen for any soft snoring that indicated he may be asleep. The last thing you wanted to do was disturb him if he had by some miracle managed to drift off, he was a light sleeper and you knew the second you opened his door he’d be awake in a flash. 

Listening for a moment, you were met with complete silence, so you decided to go ahead and gently twist his door handle. Leon’s room was in complete darkness, apart from a slither of moonlight that cast a stripe across the room from the tiny gap in his curtains.

You crept in as silently as you could, making sure to close the door behind you with a gentle click. You saw movement from the bed, a shadow sitting up and you heard Leon sigh from the mound of sheets. 

“Hey, it’s only me.” You whispered. “Sorry if I scared you.” 

Leon exhaled a deep breath from his nose, and sat up from his bed, leaning over he pulled the curtains back a tiny bit more, revealing more of the room under the moonlight. You could see him now, and you were very grateful it was still dark enough that he wouldn’t be able to tell you were blushing. He was sitting on his bed, shirtless and in pyjama shorts that hugged his hips in a way that made you want to stare. You’d seen Leon almost naked plenty of times and it never failed to cause a blush to creep up your cheeks. 

“No, you didn’t don’t worry. I heard you get out of bed. You can’t sleep either?” Leon muttered, his voice low matching your whisper.

“No.” You responded, glumly.

He sat back properly in bed, and pulled the covers back, patting the mattress. Neither of you spoke, instead you simply obliged, silently accepting his offer by climbing under the sheets, the unoccupied side of the bed cold and crisp. Leon adjusted, shuffling himself so he was propped up on one arm and you lay on your back staring at the ceiling. Your shoulder was grazing his torso, and the warmth radiating from his body was exceedingly comforting. There was a lingering, but comfortable silence. Just being in one and other's company helped to relax the other. 

“A tree branch scared me.” You suddenly said into the darkness.

“A tree branch?” Leon asked.

“Yes, it hit my window and I nearly had my gun out and everything. I’ve never felt so stupid Leon.” You huffed, and laughed humourlessly at yourself.

“I get it, I’ve been on edge too.”

“When d’you think it will stop?” You whispered, more seriously. 

“I dunno, I really don’t know.”

Leon sighed, and brought his free arm over both your hands that were resting on your stomach. You froze a little at the contact, and Leon picked up on it immediately, because of course he did. He was so ridiculously in tune with your mannerisms and moods, he practically knew how you were feeling before you did. Leon immediately retracted his hand.

“Sorry, ‘there something wrong?” He asked, tentatively.

You took a sharp, shaky inhale of breath. Nothing was wrong with what he just did, and you weren’t sure why you’d tensed up like that. You and Leon were touchy most of the time, especially in the recent weeks, but it was in a friendly, overly comfortable way. Or so you’d convinced yourself. But there was something about lying next to him in his bed, bare skin almost daring to touch and feeling the heat radiating from his bare form that had everything feeling different. You suddenly felt as if you had nowhere to hide. You couldn’t play off a subtle touch as a friendly gesture. Everything felt all the more intense. 

“No, no. It’s okay.” You reassured him, and you turned to face him, one hand tucked under your head as you met his gaze. 

“I’m just tense, is all.” You smiled weakly, his piercing blue eyes never leaving yours. 

“You won’t mind if I do this then?” Leon asked softly, as he rested a palm on your side and squeezed reassuringly. The contact felt comforting but was stirring up something else inside you you weren’t ready to address quite yet.

“I can’t stop the nightmares.” Leon said, suddenly. His confession shocked you slightly, he wasn’t one to share much, even to you. He’s gotten more generous over the years when it came to giving you an insight into his psyche, but it was still a rare occurrence that shocked you whenever it happened. 

“You too?” 

“Yeah,” Leon chuckled dryly, devoid of any humour. “You wanna talk about it?”

You sighed for a moment, and were very aware of how he’d begun tracing small circles on your thigh with his calloused thumb. You hesitated for a minute, before saying, 

“I see you die every single time I fall asleep.”

Leon didn’t respond for a second, he was clearly processing what you’d just said but didn’t seem to be phased by your confession. His thumb was still tracing small circles.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, sincerely.

“I’m just terrified I’m going to lose you Leon.” You breathed, through a well of tears forming. What you didn’t know, was Leon had the exact same nightmares, except it was you he couldn’t save. The words broke Leon’s heart, and the hand resting on your thigh soon applied some pressure, pulling you in closer to him so your bodies were flush.

“I’m not going anywhere sweetheart, I promise.” Leon soothed, and kissed the top of your head firmly whilst you found yourself sobbing into his chest. 

“I can’t stand the thought Leon, it scares me so much.” You sobbed quietly against his skin, and all he could do was whisper small “I know,”’s and “it’s okay I’m not going anywhere,” as he stroked your hair.

He gripped you tight, and it took you a  moment to gain your composure before you were gazing up through teary eyes at the man next to you. 

“What about you? What do you dream about?” You asked, your voice hoarse. Leon paused for a moment, contemplating your question and how to phrase the answer. 

“You. The same situation but in reverse. I’m not fast enough or I’m not close enough or I’m not good enough, and I lose you.” Leon answered honestly, and your eyes softened but your brows knitted upwards in an expression of guilt and sadness. 

“Oh, Leon…” was all you could muster as you stared at him. “I’m not going anywhere either.” You gave his arm a gentle squeeze, and that was how it started. Before you knew it, Leon was leaning towards you and placing his lips on yours. He kissed you gently, his lips feather light on your own as he cupped your jaw to tilt your head up to him ever so slightly. It was like something clicked. You knew you’d always felt something for Leon, but you’d always feared taking it that step further, fearing it would ruin what you had or that it just wouldn’t feel right. But this, this felt right. It felt natural, normal.

You took initiative, deepening the kiss by propping yourself up on one elbow and pinning his chest flat to the bed with your other hand. Leon responded almost immediately, his hands finding your hips and tracing lines up your back as you hooked a leg over his waist. You were lost in the moment, the taste of him completely addictive as you entangled a hand in his hair, earning a low groan from him that caused heat to pool between your legs. Your hips began to move involuntarily, grinding gently against him that caused you both to shudder.

Leon held his hands against your shoulders for a moment, breaking away from the kiss and he pushed your hair out of your face.

“You’re so beautiful.” He breathed, his pupils blown out in lust and his lips pink and wet. It was a gorgeous sight. You didn’t have the chance to respond before he was pulling you back into the kiss, but this time, he angled you in such a way that meant he could flip you on your back. He towered over you, his hair brushing against your face as he peppered doting kisses along your jaw.

You sighed, suppressing a moan as he worked his way down your body. He reached your breasts, and he looked up at you through hooded eyes.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Leon asked, his gaze never leaving yours. You nodded, and Leon wasted no time continuing. He lifted your his old shirt with ease, taking one of your breasts in his mouth and sucking gently. Your hand shot into his hair, intertwining your fingers in the strands and giving them a gentle pull to encourage him to be a little rougher. He got the hint, his other hand massaging your other breast applying a pleasurable amount of pressure whilst his mouth and tongue got to work sucking and biting your nipple. You desperately wanted to touch him, but your hands had no chance of reaching where he needed you in the position you were in. You reached between the two of you anyway, your fingertips just about reaching the tip of his waistband, indicating what you were desperate to do. Leon pulled his mouth away, causing you to mewl slightly at the lack of contact. He moved your hand away and gently placed it back at your side, not taking his hand away yet like he didn’t trust you not to move.

“I’m nowhere near done with you yet.” Leon spoke in a rough, low voice that sent your head spinning. 

He continued down your body, placing kisses along your stomach before settling himself on his front and parting your legs. The way his breath felt against your clothed pussy made your skin flush hot. Leon hooked his arms around your thighs so they sat on his shoulders, and began placing more doting kisses along the inside of the soft flesh.

You tried your best not to squirm as he fingered the line of your panties, pulling the now soaked fabric to the side to allow him access. He groaned slightly at the sight of you glistening wet for him. 

“Fuck baby.” He hissed under his breath, before placing a sloppy kiss on your clit making you gasp as shockwaves of pleasure rippled through your stomach. He placed another kiss on your clit, harsher this time causing your legs to clamp together. Before you knew it, Leon was back up on his knees and pulling your underwear fully off now, seemingly growing impatient with the fabric.

All bets were off the table now. Leon returned to his position on his stomach and threw your legs back over his shoulders, burying his face between your thighs and getting to work with his tongue. Your senses were completely overloaded, all you could think about was Leon, and a string of his name rolled off your tongue in throaty whispers as he sucked and licked in all the right places. Your hand shot to his hair once again, combing your fingers through the strands to massage his scalp. It was a desperate plea for him not to stop. You pulled on the strands which made him groan again, the vibrations reverberating against you which intensified everything he was doing with his tongue. You gasped, sitting up slightly and opening your eyes to see his stare fixed completely on you, drinking in your responsiveness. He was determined to please you, desperate to know exactly what you liked.

He pulled away for a second, his thumb immediately going to rub small circles on your clit as a substitute for his mouth. His blue eyes darted from you and back to your centre, before he sunk a digit inside you causing your jaw to fall slack. 

“Oh my god.“ you breathed, your head falling automatically back onto the mattress, and you heard Leon chuckle lowly.

“You good, sweetheart?” He said, lowly.

You just about managed a nod, your eyes still closed and mouth slightly agape as the coil in your stomach began to wind tighter with every touch. 

“Use your words baby.” 

“Yes, yeah-“ You breathed quickly, eyes shooting open, fearing he might stop. Leon chuckled softly, before his mouth was back on your clit and he added a second finger that caused your back to arch involuntarily off the bed.

Leon curled his fingers upwards, hitting that spot inside you that caused you to lose all sense of self.

“Fuck Leon, right there oh my god.” You moaned, and you only got louder as his fingers got faster, working you with expertise you weren’t used to. You were so close, the feeling in your stomach building and building until it finally snapped. A string of cries escaped your lips as you finished, Leon’s hand pressed down on your stomach to keep you still as he continued to finger you through it. 

You were still coming to your senses before you even realised Leon was now kneeling in front of you, lining himself up with your entrance and pumping himself a few times as he teased you. Your head shot up from the mattress when you realised what he was doing, and you immediately whined, reaching down between the two of you to impatiently guide him to sink into you.

“Eager much?” Leon smiled, his voice low and rough and it continued to make you dizzy. 

“Please.” You begged with doe eyes up at him, but he just laughed softly and took both your hands in his, proceeding to pin them above your head with one hand whilst the other stroked his cock again. 

“Stay like this for me, sweetheart.” He breathed against you, before pushing into you painfully slow. He stayed still for a moment, and you both moaned as he bottomed out inside you. 

“Please start moving.” You whined.

“Since you asked so nicely…” Leon breathed, his right arm still pinning both your wrists above your head and just like that, he was snapping his hips into yours at a rate that was fatal. The sound of your wetness and his hips slapping into you filled the room. The gasps and moans that left your mouth as your jaw fell slack once again were obscene, you were propping your head up slightly, watching as he pounded into you and it made your head swim.

“Dirty girl, like to watch, do you?” Leon whispered through panting breaths as he continued to fuck you senseless. All you could do was pathetically nod, as your eyes rolled back and you let the pleasure overtake you. The familiar tightness was building again, you instinctively snaked your hand between the two of you and began circling your clit. Leon made a noise not dissimilar to a growl, as you clenched around him at the additional pleasure of your clit being stimulated.

“Fuck.” He groaned. “Look at you, going all dumb on my cock.” Leon brought his other hand up and rested it around your throat, squeezing gently and this almost pushed you over the edge. You fluttered again around his cock, earning a low moan from his lips.

“You like my hand around your throat like this, baby?” He got the hint, you fucking loved it. He squeezed slightly harder on your neck as his pace increased, fucking you deeper than you even thought possible as the head of his cock kissed your sweet spot with every thrust. 

You were a mess, writhing beneath him, eyes rolled into the back of your head and babbling nonsense as your climax grew nearer. Leon was close too, his thrusts becoming more stuttered and inconsistent. Your noises got even louder as you gripped onto the arm that held your throat, the pleasure now becoming overwhelming and the band in your stomach snapped again. Another string of cries, mixed with a mantra of Leon’s name left your mouth as you came, the spasming and squeezing around him triggering his own orgasm. 

He emptied himself into you, groaning your name and panting into your ear as he slowly fucked you through your orgasm as well as his own. After a moment, he slowed almost to a complete stop before sliding out of you and laying on his back. The two of you lay there, getting your breath back and coming down from your highs. 

“Why the fuck haven’t we been doing that this whole time?” You said after a few moments. Leon laughed, his broad chest rising up and down as he did and you still couldn’t help but stare as a sheen of sweat glistened on his skin.

“I don’t know, maybe because we’re both idiots?” He grinned, resting his hand on his stomach whilst tucking the other one behind his head. “I’m sorry if I was a little rough back there.” 

You frowned, turning to face him now.

“Not at all. It was fun.” You reassured him, taking in his beautiful face as he still remained laying on his back, glancing up at the ceiling. 

After a moment, he broke the silence. “Not gonna lie, I didn’t strike you as the type to get off on choking.” 

Your mouth opened in shock and you slapped his arm playfully, and Leon just started chuckling and turned on his side to snuggle into you, his laughter was infectious and you couldn’t help but join in. 

“You tired?” He said, lowly.

“Not really.” 

“Good, ‘cause I’m not done with you yet.”

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