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dating dex but hes still stalking u to make sure ur okay cause of his obsession, then hes breaking into ur home after an argument cause of the stalking & u two end up fucking while hes still wearing the suit and mask .. basic ass thing but yeah 💭 dryhumping lingering in da air too…
(oml anon you have no idea how much i love you for this, dada is just 😵💫)
it’s the way he doesn’t even let you finish the argument before he’s got you shoved back against the counter with his full weight pinning you down. he’s still in the gear, mask on and unblinking, and there’s just this relentless friction as he presses into you with that shaky, desperate rhythm.
you’re arching under him, your thighs parting and rubbing against the heavy weight of him while those sweet, broken sounds start catching in your throat, and he just leans in until the mask is inches from your face. "yeah? now you know better?" he whispers, his voice distorted and low as he pins your wrists and keeps moving against you with that terrifying, calculated precision.
he lets the heat build until you're shaking and breathless, your body seeking the friction and begging for him to finally give in, but he just pulls back suddenly. he’s just standing there watching you tremble against the marble, letting the silence settle while he adjusts his belt, leaving you completely stranded and desperate for the one thing he’s deciding to withhold.
what’s the kink for getting chased around?? need that with dex
he might be confused at first when you ask him to stalk and chase you around in his bullseye suit but he will do it !!
letting you leave before him in a skimpy little outfit at like 11pm from your shared apartment, the tiniest dress you could find with your ass peaking out as you walk. the dark quiet path being so secluded so no one can see or hear you.
and your giggling not taking this seriously but dex is very serious. your jogging at a slow pace calling out for him to come get you with a smile. but after a minute or two you get worried, not hearing his footsteps while you walk. stopping and looking behind your back. he’s hiding somewhere beyond your sight and now your actually a bit scared.
it’s dark and you want to stop now, wanting your boyfriend back and not the bullseye persona he usually keeps secret from you. :( you hear something hit the floor, something dex threw to scare you as he was lurking behind. and your running back to the apartment with a scream.
and now he’s chasing you too, “stop running sweetheart, know im going to catch you anyway.” dex will say with a deep laugh, catching up to you in a embarrassingly short amount of time. covering your mouth as you scream/laugh in his arms, your arms trapped while your legs kick up in defense. “baby that was pathetically easy. gonna have to train you better then that..” he’ll say kissing you through his mask.
he doesn't need to explicitly ask for it anymore, he just opens his smiling mouth wide, slides his tongue out with a shaky exhale, dark and hazy eyes heavy with the silent request, you lean in over him and let the saliva slowly dribble from your mouth onto his, the moment it hits his tongue he immediately retracts it, moaning at the taste, he's fucking obsessed with it, with everything about you honestly
when its the other way around though....
its aggressive, its a statement, its the need to remind himself that you're his, he grabs on to your face and squishes your cheeks together to make your jaw drop and he leans in to spit so aggressively almost all of it hits the back of your throat, he commands "swallow it, come on baby for me-" and right away he gets restless to make sure you did as he asked "open up, let me see" if he finds your tongue is clean he smiles wickedly before he spits on it again
─── dad’s best friend LEON KENNEDY whose lips press in a kiss right on your soft ankle— you legs, spread wide open, rest on both of his shoulders, where they sit so nicely against his burning sweaty skin. your pussy walls squeeze him tightly and squirt all over his cock, fucked rough and messy into the older man’s hotel mattress for the third time this week.
as if it’s been in dire need to be stretched out again by his greedy cock in the span of three days and it’s barely wednesday— you walk straight into his room, dizzy and drunk on his cock, plump ass still tender and tight pussy sore and hurting from the nonstop, borderline animalistic sex and fingers drenched in squirt.
leon’s guilt is eating him up from the inside; the more guilt he feels for secretly fucking his best friend’s daughter and the more it consumes his thoughts, the harder his veins pulse right down the length of his cock while he’s buried inside you. his balls brim with sticky cum, plapping against your bare ass, “ah, fuck— you take it so well, sweet girl. open your mouth for me.”
what a sick nasty pervert. he shouldn’t feel so good having you sprawled in his hotel room with his fingers pushed down your throat. but leon watches your manicured fingers shake and drawing circles, trying so hard to abstain from waking the entire building up.
he pushes them to the side, dripping spit from his mouth down your swollen clit and dragging his fingers in circles while slowing down the pace of his thrusts to help you and placing another kiss on your ankle, “there you go. feels good, angel?”
you can feel the smell of sex all around you. in between your voiceless moans and leon’s grunts, it drips sticky and heavy down the walls and oozing out of your every pore. it smells like leon, masculine, like a man who’s been busy: shamelessly filling up his best friend’s daughter with cum all day long. his cologne is faint, leathery, long gone.
you can feel it radiate slightly right under his jaw, each time his abs press on your tummy and his cock slides with ease right back inside you, tip bruising your cervix so slightly, when he puts his weight on you, emptying his balls of cum inside you.
.ᐟ RE2 leon kennedy ── NSFW ; needy boyfriend ; fem reader ; sub leon ; office sex
what RE2 leon lacks in experience he makes up for with enthusiasm.
he gets hard sooo easily. especially when he's around you.
you could breathe in the wrong direction and his pretty dick will be already making a tent in his pants. the tip shamelessly dripping in his boxers. making a mess all over himself.
and it'll be at the most inconvenient times too—
you'll be at work, your coworkers surrounding you on all sides, and leon will still be whining in your ear.
“please— please. can you help me? just this time baby, it hurts so bad.”
you never say no. how could you, when he begs like that?
so sweet. so needy. his puppy eyes so full of hope and want.
“just this time.” you'll say, knowing full well there's going to be a thousand more.
because of it, there's no corner of the police station that hasn't been perverted by you two.
the bathrooms. the cleaning closet. the stairs. even the chief's office one time.
his favorite, though— his favorite place to fuck you is his own desk.
that way he can prop you up on the table and watch his cock disappear between your silky folds. again and again. until the mixture of your cum drips on the surface and leaves a souvenir for the next time he misses you.
but he doesn't even need that, does he? with you, anything will work.
“we don't have a condom,” you remind him one day, his mouth pressed against your neck while your butt sits on the day's reports.
leon just blinks in confusion, zipper already half open. “‘s okay. i don't need to be inside.”
then, he pulls down your pants, fingers immediately reaching down to spread the wetness on your panties. as if they were iron and magnet. two parts built to be together. pussy shaped just for his length alone. "i just need this right here.”
and enthusiasm? enthusiasm can take you a long way.
leon lifts your panties a few inches, just enough to stick his cock inside. and he thrust.
the second he feels your heat against his needy length, the most pornographic moan spills from his lips.
“fuckfuck— i needed this. love your pussy so much.”
he shoves his hips hard, almost as if he can't help himself once he has you this close. does it twice, maybe three times more.
the desk creaks under his frantic movements.
“ah— leon, slow—slow down,” you moan, feeling how with each thrust his tip rubs against your clit juuuust right. "you're gonna break your desk—"
“don't care,” he shakes his head, adjusting your panties hard to create more friction. “god— ´s so wet, baby. can even see my cock inside— hngh”
"wanna get them wetter, then?” you ask, knowing at this rate you won’t last much longer. your hole is throbbing. begging for release. for him, him, him. “make them all dirty with your cum, sweetheart?”
"yes, yes—"
it's the pet name that does it for him. he thrusts and thrusts and then—
you watch how his cock just bursts inside your panties, his cream staining the fabric as if it were a work of art. it's beautiful. it's too much. he's panting in your ears like a puppy in heat, moving his hips in jerky movements, his tip oozing weakly inside.
he's making you feel—oh so good.
how can you not follow him then, when this image is such a cute one? your boyfriend's so needy, so pathetic. just for you.
and you love him that way.
when you cum, it's messy, adding your release to the mixture of juices staining your underwear. leon just shivers, kissing you as if your cunt were the best thing in the fucking world.
and for him, perhaps it is.
who needs an expert when you can have him like this, creaming himself whenever the hell you want?
leon's putting on his uniform while looking in the mirror as you lay in bed, oogling him. "you look so good in your uniform, leon."
"hmm, thanks, babe." leon replies, putting on his holster- not really paying you any mind.
"yeah. my strong, sexy, mean, cop boyfriend," you purr, strutting over and wrapping your arms around his waist, peppering kisses on his neck.
"who, me? i'm hardly a cop, still in training- i mean really everyone at the station just calls me rookie-"
"could just throw me around, huh? with these big muscles..." you feel up his biceps through his uniform, practically drooling. leon doesn't really catch where you're trying to go with this, more focused on getting ready for work. "apprehend me for all my wrongdoings. oops, officer, i smoked weed yesterday. forgive me," you mock.
"god, um, smoking weed isn't a crime anymore. i buy it for you, y'know... and i would smoke it with you, but i can't-"
you purse your lips in annoyance as he continues to adjust his uniform. "leon."
"yeah?" he finally looks at you in the mirror with his baby blue eyes. god, he's so cute. innocent, even. it pisses you off.
"fucking just play along with me."
his eyes widen at your stern tone. "oh!" he smiles bashfully. "sorry but- i really have to go soon. i'm gonna be late."
you roll your eyes, pushing yourself off of him and huffing as you sit back down on the bed. he follows you , pouting, and kneeling in front of your legs. "sweetheart, it isn't personal, please. i'll play with you when i get back, okay?"
you stare at him, not saying anything. he begins to press kisses on your thighs. his silent way of apologizing. so, you finally give in and run your hand through his hair, and press a kiss to his head. but then lightly kick him. "okay. go. go do your cop duties, and i'll just be daydreaming of you in your uniform all day."
leon looks up with you with the cutest puppy dog eyes. "yeah? you really think i look hot?"
"mhmm. might have to call 911 just so you'll come visit me"
he laughs, eyes trying to remember your face for his long shift. but he has to ask, "okay but, baby, you know you can't do that-"
"leon!"
"okay, okay! fine, i'm going. love you," he mumbles, kissing your cheek as he gets up and runs out the door.
Riding Leon’s bicep, but you’re facing toward his hand, and when he curls his arm, not only does the muscle and vein hit your clit just right, but he can grab a handful of your tits while you get yourself off on him.
Leon who gets so hot watching you use him, knowing it’s just his muscles and strength that gets you so aroused does something to him. Leon who just can’t help but wrap his free hand around his cock, moaning desperately feeling your slick coating his arm, your head dropped back as you whine unabashedly.
OR
Riding Leon’s forearm and getting the best view of his chest clenching as he pushes up into you to help you get off. Grabbing handfuls of his chest and biting the flesh.
Leon teasing you while he sees how wet you are just from looking at him.
“So worked up, aren’t you baby? Just couldn’t help yourself.”
“Go ahead and use me, sweetheart, I’m all yours.” As he flexes.
⤷ summary: today wasn’t your day. it was a series of unfortunate events left and right, and your only reprieve is coming home to your boyfriend, leon, who makes sure you’re feeling better after everything you’ve gone through earlier. (2.9k words)
⤷ pairing: leon kennedy x female!reader
⤷ genre: comfort, fluff
⤷ tags: RE4R Leon Kennedy, established relationship (reader is leon’s girlfriend), reader has the unluckiest day ever, fluff, leon is a big ball of comfort, leon is a reassurance king
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You almost slam the door behind you.
Toeing off your shoes, you grumble absentmindedly, thinking about all of the inconveniences you had at before, during, and after work, the instances that absolutely, without a second thought, ruined your day today.
First, your alarm didn’t go off, which had you rushing out of bed with only at least thirty minutes left before the time you usually left for work. You nearly tripped while putting on your trousers, and even the buttons of your blouse seemed to be stubborn to cooperate.
Second, the taxi you hailed took the longer route, which had you screaming internally because you were already running late, and the driver, without him knowing, had caused you to arrive at the office at least fifteen minutes later.
It wasn’t his fault—is what you try to tell yourself. You already slammed the car door on the way out and even kept it within yourself when you knew you should’ve spoken up if he could take the quicker route. But because you always had the fear of inconveniencing other people, you decided to keep your mouth shut.
When you arrived at work, things seemed to take a worse turn.
You printed the wrong documents, you nearly missed a major detail for your report, had it not been for your coworker pointing it out at the very last minute before you passed it to your supervisor. So you had to fix it in a couple of minutes, and you hate rushing.
Counting all these misfortunes, you begrudgingly enjoyed your lunch break, because you tried to remind yourself that you weren’t an unlucky person—just a person in unlucky circumstances that seemed to stretch on for the rest of the day.
The barista got your coffee order wrong, and they switched the four-cheese flatbread you wanted with someone else’s pizza bread order.
You already lost count. By the time you returned to the office, you were officially in a sour mood, and that one annoying coworker wouldn’t leave you alone because he’d mistaken your recent acts of kindness towards him to be a sign of interest.
If it weren’t obvious enough, you kept a framed photograph of you and your boyfriend, Leon, on your desk. But this guy seemed to be oblivious to the fact that you’re already in a happy, fulfilling relationship, so you let him bug you until you pretended to busy yourself with another report so he would finally leave you alone.
When it was time to clock out, you were eager to get home. By what small mercy the universe granted you today after a series of unfortunate events, you were able to hail a taxi that allowed you to be home by dinnertime.
After all that, you slump on the sofa, lifting your sore and achy feet with a tired groan. You thought you had a minute or two to yourself, but when your boyfriend emerged from the kitchen, sleeves rolled up and smelling like something garlic, your shoulders slumped even more as you sigh.
“Hey, I’ll join you in the kitchen in a bit, I’m just taking a minute.” You tell him, not even bothering to hide your exhaustion from Leon. It’s pointless—he always knows before you even tell him.
He approaches you and carefully sits down where your feet are. Leon lifts your ankles, then settles them onto his lap as he watches you—assessing you more like. You know that gaze on his eyes. He’s trying to understand what happened to you today before you even start talking about it.
“Don’t worry about it,” Leon answers you, his voice gentle. “I’ll take care of dinner today, you just get some rest right now.”
As much as you want to refuse and tell him you’re able to help in the kitchen right now, you just hum and lean your head back on the throw pillows, because you’re more exhausted than you actually let on, and you’d gladly take any form and amount of reprieve right now.
Leon reaches for the calves of your feet, before he starts massaging the heel of your left foot with his hands. That made you groan—and your feet immediately relax in his touch.
“Okay hit me.” He says, leaning against the couch as he continues kneading your feet.
“What?” You glance at him, confused.
“Tell me everything that happened today.”
Leon’s voice is calm, neutral. Despite it though, you know he’s not asking you to tell him every unfortunate event that occurred from morning until the evening, but he’s telling you. It’s clearly a non-negotiable in your relationship that you tell him whenever something’s bugging you, because if you don’t, it’ll only wear you out for the rest of the day and Leon hates seeing you in distress.
You gaze at him, taking in his parted dirty blond hair, those blue eyes that seem to know what you’re feeling before you can even say anything, the tight set of his jaw, and that pointed nose you adore feeling whenever his head is right between your legs. Just staring at Leon is enough to relax you, but with the magnitude of your entire day, you realize this is what you need.
A debrief with your boyfriend.
“We’ll have dinner in a few, but tell me everything first,” he implored, his thumb kneading circles over your foot. “Come on, baby. I heard the door when you entered. I know you’re not feeling okay.”
With a deep sigh, you start talking.
“It’s just that… I woke up late because my alarm didn’t go off,” you start with a tired voice. “So I was rushing this morning, and then the taxi I hailed just had to use the longer way to work. I almost forgot to fix my report and I even printed the wrong documents so…” You trail off, nearly rolling your eyes in annoyance when you remember all these things.
Leon hummed thoughtfully, attentively. “Mhmm… and then? What happened after?” He switches your left foot for the right one, and then starts kneading.
“The barista got my coffee order wrong. She added an extra espresso shot and vanilla syrup when I clearly asked for something else. Plus, the four cheese flatbread I wanted—the one with basil?”
“Yeah?”
You sigh, staring at the ceiling. “She switched it up for someone’s pizza bread.”
“No way,” Leon exhaled a humorless chuckle. It comforted you, to know that he was listening attentively. “But you did get it, right?”
“Yeah I did, after like fifteen more minutes,” you grumble. “By then I only had like twenty minutes left for lunch. And when I got back to my office, Roger was there.”
Leon’s brow furrows, his hands stilling on your foot when he hears you mention that name. “Roger? The guy who can’t take a hint that you’re in a happy, loving, meaningful, relationship with me, your handsome and gorgeous boyfriend?” He asked with a touch of sarcasm.
That makes you laugh a little. “Yeah, that Roger.”
“Well what did he want?” Leon asks, gentling the way he massages your right food, pressing on a particular tense spot that makes you hiss. “Right there, baby?”
You hummed when he hit the right spot, making your toes curl just a little. “He just keeps bugging me. Tells me that I should help him with his report and that he and I should grab coffee sometime.”
“And, what did you tell him?”
That makes you pause. Leon always tells you that it’s okay to be straightforward about certain things, because sparing their feelings might actually do more harm than good. But since you’ve always been so considerate of others even when they’re annoying you, you never tell Roger off. And instead you just tell him what you’re about to tell your boyfriend right now.
“I told him I was busy…”
“Uh uh. That’s not what we talked about, baby.” He tells you, one of his brows raised as he gazes at you, his hands stilling at your foot. “I told you it’s okay to tell him off. Because if you won’t set up boundaries, he’s bound to keep bugging you again.”
You frown a bit. You know that your boyfriend’s right. That you should be telling Roger you’re not interested in him, and that you don’t see him as anything more than just a coworker. But you can’t, because you’re afraid it will make things uncomfortable, and you like not being okay with people at work.
Even though you dislike Roger, you prefer to keep the peace, the harmony. And you prefer not having someone ruin that bubble you have because you decided to tell someone off. Maybe Roger will just come to realize that you’re in a relationship by himself.
“I just don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable,” you answer, almost slightly exasperated. “It’ll be all awkward and then he’s probably going to tell everyone I was being mean—”
“No, nope… that’s not how it is, baby,” Leon cuts you off gently, his expression softening when he sees you becoming partly overwhelmed. “Setting boundaries doesn’t mean you’re being rude, it just means you know what makes you uncomfortable and what doesn’t. And that’s okay, instead of you letting people walk over your comfort and peace.”
His last bit hits you a little more than you’d like. “I’m not being a pushover,” you answer him firmly, though you know Leon means no harm.
“I’m not saying you are, princess. I just see that this clearly bothers you a lot and I hate seeing you all uncomfortable just because a guy at work can’t take a hint,” he explains, his voice gentle and almost cajoling. “Besides, I know you’re strong enough to handle this. You’re just hesitating because you don’t want to come off as mean.”
Leon leans down to press a soft peck at the base of your foot. “But let me tell you again, Y/N, you’re not being mean for wanting to set some boundaries at work. If it bothers you, don't hesitate to protect your peace first and see if you can handle it later. And if Roger gives you any trouble, you go to me first.”
“Not HR?”
“Well, he’ll have to go through me first if he gives my girl any trouble.”
Your heart flutters at his words. Despite the situation, despite Leon allowing you to resolve this on your own without his intervention, he can’t help but be so protective of you. He’s always had this protective instinct given the nature of his job, but it strengthens tenfold when it comes to you, because like he said, you’re his girlfriend, his partner, and your comfort, peace, and safety means a lot to him.
And if a guy at work is becoming rather annoying towards you and you can’t do anything about it yet, then he’ll have to take matters into his own hands with your permission.
He sets your feet aside, before Leon gently pulls you to sit down beside him. His hand finds your jaw, holding it delicately in his palm as if he’s holding the universe. Delicate and in so much wonder and awe.
“If you need anything… and I mean anything, you come to me, okay baby? I’d be glad to help you with whatever it is that you need. You just have to tell me.”
You know he can read you like an open book. You know that it’s always impossible to hide anything from him because he will eventually find out for himself. He’s memorized all your tells—from the way your lip quirks, to how your eyebrows furrow, to even the way your body language shifts.
Leon’s got you memorized.
Not in the way he memorizes the people he’s meant to protect during missions.
But in the way a lover would—attentive and gentle, cataloguing your habits and quirks inside his heart and mind simultaneously so he knows what you need and whenever you need it. He isn’t civil and professional with you when it comes to his protection, he’s more to be recklessly faithful with his need to protect and love you with all that he has to give.
“I know… and I will,” you murmur, nuzzling into his palm. “I’m just having a bad day, and I wasn’t able to handle it the way I should have.”
Leon shakes his head, planting a soft kiss to your forehead. “It’s okay, please don’t feel bad about anything. Your day was shitty and you could only react in the capacity you had today. That’s absolutely fine, baby.”
“Besides, now that you’re home, it’s time for you to relax.” He stands up and pulls you up as well, one of his hands holding yours. “I know you’ve had the worst day ever, but I’ll take it upon myself to make sure you’re feeling better after all of it.”
He leans in to kiss you slowly, gently. “Take a breather, baby. I’m right here with you. I’ll take care of you,” he murmurs against your sweet lips.
True to his word, Leon does make you feel better.
He surprises you with a simple steak dinner with mashed potatoes, and a bottle of the wine you keep—the same bottle you had when he first asked you if he could be your boyfriend. During the hearty meal, Leon shares how his day went too. You talk about literally anything you can ever think of, and conversation flows easily as if you’ve known him for most of your life.
You’ve only been together for at least over a year, but you feel like you’ve been with him forever. Your relationship with Leon is far from being perfect, but to you, it almost feels like it anyway. Being with him, it’s like finding a part of you that connected with him—like puzzle pieces that slot right together perfectly.
Leon takes care of the dishes after dinner, and he urges you to to wash up before bed, and you can’t help but notice a subtle hint of excitement in his tone. When you kiss his cheek and murmur your thanks for taking care of you tonight, you notice the slight flush in his skin afterwards. It was endearing.
When you entered the bedroom, a bottle of your favorite body wash was sitting neatly at your dresser, a red ribbon wrapped around it. Smiling widely, you take it, reading the small post-it note attached to it that read, ‘picked this up for you earlier today, i know how much you love it. i love you even more.’
It astonishes you—how Leon is so well attuned to your needs and wants, from your favorite body wash, to the perfume you wear, to the favorite pair of undergarments you put on and when you wear them. He knows which earrings you pair with your necklace, and which bracelets match your skin. He knows which food you like eating during the day and which ones you avoid in the evening.
Leon knows you like the back of his hand, and his devotion overwhelms you in the best way possible.
He’s already made you feel better, and he doesn’t even have to try so hard. He only has to show his love for you, and you can already forget the stresses of the day you just endured, only to come home to a comforting evening with your boyfriend.
You decide to wash up, the water warm and fresh. You used the body wash he’s gifted you, and went on about your usual nightly routine. Leon follows after, and once you’re dressed in one of his old shirts and a pair of sleep shorts, he emerges from the bathroom in a pair of sweatpants, and sweatpants only, and you try not to ogle him when he walks towards your bed.
After your nightly routine, you climb into bed with him, and Leon immediately wraps his arms around you after you dim the lamp. He spoons you from behind, your back perfectly slotted against his strong chest.
“Thank you for taking care of me today,” you tell him, caressing his arm gently. “It wasn’t the best day ever but you turned it around for me as soon as I came home. I love coming home to you.”
Leon presses a soft kiss to your nape. “I love it when you come home to me too… I’m always here if you need anything… whether it’s something to help you calm down, or just a listening ear I’m glad to be here for you, baby. That’s a promise.”
“Besides, I take it upon myself to make sure you’re feeling better after a bad day. Or even the days when you’re feeling fine. I don’t mind being your own personal cheerleader.”
Unable to find the right words to express the overwhelming amount of love you feel for him, you say the first three words that come to mind instead. Those three little words that come easy when you say it to him.
“I love you.” You murmur, caressing his arm with your hand.
Leon nuzzles into your neck a bit more, tightening his hold around your torso, but loose enough for your own comfort. He murmurs in your ear, “I love you so much more, Y/N. Don’t ever forget that.”
How could you even begin to forget when every single day with him is a reminder of his infinite, adoring love for you?
Every single day is just living proof that you love the man that is your boyfriend, and because you love him, he nurtures it and gives it back to you tenfold.
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summary . . . leon’s desperate for your attention, but you won’t give it to him.
notes. ngl i like me some downbad leon teehee, who doesn’t ykwim? but now make downbad vendetta leon and i promise, i am going to be the first one sat 🫶😝 something light, something short. obvi got inspo from do i wanna know by arctic monkeys bc it was only fitting.
tags ──────── suggestive content. downbad leon dealing with his situationship. implied age gap, reader is in 20’s. leon was a jerk but you humbled him real quick. briefest mention of a sugar daddy/baby relationship. word count: 1.2k words
This is what he gets, isn’t it? He knew he deserved this treatment from you. His first thought was how you had this rather “dumb and naive” look in your eyes. And yes, he knew he was in the wrong for assuming that would make you… easy…
He thought he’d have you eating out of the palm of his hand. Oh, how wrong he was. When he finally realized you weren’t as naive as you led him to believe, and that you were very experienced in this game, it was too late. He had a taste of you and was instantly hooked. Damn you and your little good girl act. You played him for a fool.
He should be angry at you. He really should be. But he gave you your needed respects and behaved like you’d trained him.
Here he is, sitting in his office with unorganized papers everywhere, and his phone is pressed to his ear. He bounced his leg anxiously underneath his desk as the ringing continued. His hand clenched tightly into a fist, silently begging for you to pick up this time. Instead, he’s met with your pre—recorded cheerful voice. Another one of his calls went straight to voicemail.
Leon threw his phone down onto his desk with a little extra force. He threw his head back and dragged both of his hands down his face. What was he supposed to do now? He was losing his mind, and you were okay with that.
The signs were right there. He should have seen them from a mile away. It only left him with a single question. Was he the easy one?
His first warning should have been that you never came to his apartment. It was always yours or a hotel room. Then you’d say, ‘Nevermind,’ if he insisted you come over, which led him to double down and drive to your place.
The second warning was how long you took to respond. Consistent, then he asked to meet or make plans, poof! Gone like you never existed. You’d text hours later saying, ‘Sorry, I got caught up with something!’. He’d glare at your mixed signals through the phone. Did you want him or not? Make up your mind already.
His last resort was to send you a text message.
“Please answer,” Leon mumbled to himself as his thumb tapped the arrow. He felt like he might truly lose it if he went home today to douse his pillows in your perfume again. He felt like a pervert whenever he did.
The last time he was at your apartment, he snapped a quick picture of your perfume bottle while you weren’t looking. He was embarrassed to click the “next day shipping” option when he ordered it. Ever since he got it, he’d been spraying it too much. He only figured it out when he was in an elevator early in the morning. The colleague riding with him kept sniffing and giving him looks.
Leon sure as hell didn’t give a damn. You weren’t going to remember about him until another few weeks. He didn’t expect it to be two months. He could only cope by coming to work smelling like a younger girl who wouldn’t give him the time of her day.
Was there someone better than him in your roster? There couldn’t be. He was attractive. If you didn’t think he was, Leon would give you his card and pin to make you look his way. He’d go as far as figuring out if he could make you a cardholder if that permanently got your attention on him.
Ding!
You’d ruined him because he even changed your ringtone from the default one to know when you were texting or calling. He grabbed his phone from his desk and his eyes scanned over the lit screen,
You can come over right now.
Now? Once you said it, you meant it. Not in an hour, not after he got off work, and definitely not tomorrow. If he missed this opportunity, who knows when the next time you’d respond to him would be.
Leon didn’t even contemplate. He walked through the hallways of DSO headquarters at a brisk pace.
Whatever. Let them fire him for leaving early. They’d be doing him a favor. Plus, who were they going to hire to replace him?
Leon’s at your apartment, a new personal record for how long it took him to get here. He’s already knelt down before you in such a pathetic manner while you sit on your couch. One of his hands cradled the heel of your barefoot, and the other gave your calf a gentle squeeze.
He kissed your ankle, his stubble scratching your skin gently. His eyes are closed, and his lips followed the same path up your shin. He planted a kiss on your knee. After not being in your presence for so long, this is all he wanted to do. Kiss you all over your body and familiarize himself with your skin again. He was so infatuated with you.
He nuzzled his nose against your thigh. He let out a huff of air. The second you ran your fingers through his hair, he let out a deep groan.
“Baby, why do you keep doing this to me?” Leon lowly said. He lifted his head to kiss your inner thigh. He glanced up at you through half lidded eyes. He rubbed your heel, “You know I hate it when you ignore me.” The laugh you let out made something stir in his chest.
Your hands cradled his jaw. There went that same smile you always had whenever he stared up at you. The one that told him you were enjoying this and watching him spiral over you further.
“Because I like seeing how desperate you get.” You said. You moved a few strands of his hair out of his face and then traced his bottom lip. His eyes closed again, but it was out of pure bliss this time. He let go of your calf and moved his hand to the back of your head. He tried to pull you down. He wanted to have your lips against his, and you refused to budge.
Leon let out a desperate noise when you denied him. The loss he felt when you suddenly stood up from the couch was immense. He wanted to reach out to you. He wanted to sit you back down. But what good would that do when he allowed you to have full control from the start?
He sat back, a hand on the cushion of the couch where you were sitting moments ago. The wooden floorboards creaked with each step you took away from him. He sat there on the floor, more and more pathetic. He didn’t dare move until you acknowledged him. Then, you looked over at him. That same smile from earlier returned.
“Are you gonna walk?” You were taunting him. His eye twitched in annoyance, “Or are you gonna crawl?” You made it very clear what you were expecting from him. Two choices, and only one of them would get your favor more
Damn it, Leon, don’t do this. Get up.
Yet, he found himself placing his palms against the cold floorboards. He cursed himself. It was worse when he started to move. You had an imaginary leash around his neck and were pulling at it hard. While you walked, he crawled behind you. His head hung low which hid away the smirk on his face from your view.
You know what? Maybe he was right where he wanted to be.
cw: 18+ oral sex (f receiving), fem reader, occasionally vocal descriptions, pet names, porn with little to no plot, shy depiction of leon… sometimes 🍝 || masterlist
a/n: craving pasta as we speak
“Leon, the- fuck, the sauce is gonna burn.” You whined as you looked down with half-lidded eyes to watch Leon suck on your clit. His maneuvers were rushed and starved -- constantly switching from sucking on your sweet bud to licking your slit like a famished puppy.
When he told you he was hungry while cooking spaghetti together, you told him to be patient since it only took a short time to make some, especially when two people cook together, but with the position you ended up in, he made it clear that he was evidently talking about something else. Your back leaned a little uncomfortably against the counter, with the only support being your forearm and Leon clawing his fingers against your thighs like a kitten.
Moving his hair out of his face gave you access to look at his features more clearly.
Well, not as much as you wanted to, but enough to see his creased brows, pretty lashes resting on his cheeks and his cute nose that kept nudging onto your clit.
“‘S okay, baby. Nothing’s burning.” Leon groaned against your pussy to reassure you enough to relax.
“Your cheeks are a little warm.” You mused, letting your thumb graze over his warm, pink skin. “Guess they’re burning instead.”
His tongue’s pace started picking up significantly once you called him out for his flushed face. It was natural for him to turn red because of warmth, sure. Being stuck between your thighs would always make him feel warm in his body, but he was always so bashful about it that it made you smile a little. So shy for someone who’s making you whine and sob ‘cause of his tongue. But it’s not like he wasn’t whining either, especially with the way your pussy would satiate his taste buds.
Your breaths became rapid, harmonizing with the steam coming from the pot behind your back. When Leon realized you were on the verge of cumming, he took the opportunity to switch and tease around by eagerly sucking on your clit. “Fuckfuckfuckfuck-“
Leon whined against your cunt as the anchored tip of his fingers felt your thighs shudder and move to squeeze your thighs together, which he did not let happen, so he could feel every juice pouring out of your pussy on his tongue.
“That’s my girl, c’mon. Cum on my mouth. Lemme taste that sweet pussy. Atta girl.”
Lapping his tongue against your delicious slit one last time before he slowed down, Leon moved his head away after he had a good taste of you. His lips were pink and swollen, with dampness covering the corners of his mouth and his adorable butt-chin.
“Hey, you look good like this.” You hummed, playing with his hair while watching him pull your panties back up and pressing a soft kiss on your now clothed cunt.
“Hope now’s not a bad time to tell you that I think the sauce is actually burning.”
leon’s an avid shower sex enjoyer. he admittedly gets carried away washing your hair and likes the warm water on his back when he’s kissing down yours. for what it’s worth he says it’s not unsafe if he’s the one holding you up (seems antithetical)
the most he’ll do for a long time is pet your hair when you find yourself on your knees in front of him. he’s somewhat fundamentally averse to being taken care of on an intimate level that a part of him feels like it’s degrading to you. it’d take remarkable persuasion
leon is an unintentional manhandler. don’t make him hold your thighs apart or your hips down unless you want to feel a little insatiable at the feeling of firm muscle. forget it if you’re ovulating
leon holds your heels in reverse cowgirl. it’s a weird habit. he likes to feel close to you but it tickles just a little
he pulls the “so you like me?” shit with a taunting smile when you’re on top of him and telling him he’s so good. what he really wants is your fingers in his mouth to shut him up, who said that??
he has the serbian snuff film face and a penchant for making eye contact when he has, in his own words, quote ‘missed you s’bad’, that makes it so hard to keep your hips flat when his face is between your thighs and his hands are pushing up your shirt
leon’s trademark is whispering beside you and asking you to ‘please breathe’ even when he himself is rationing what little remains of his control to not move cause you got a tendency to hold your breath when he’s stretching you out
he always hated getting his scars called cool but he doesn’t mind it when you trace them with your fingertips in missionary. you’d never scratch over the angry abrasions but he feels a little more admired rather than mauled. that being said he secretly wishes you would but that reflects his own odd masochistic proclivities
i have a little bit of disdain for leon's inventory space in re9
SUMMARY: Leon takes you to the book store and treats you by not buying you one, but a whole book series
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The moment you enter to the bookstore, you feel like home.
It could be the mix of vanilla and freshly brewed coffee you smell, or maybe it’s the soft instrumental music playing in the background, exactly the same one you usually hear at home when you spend hours and hours reading.
You’re so excited that you can’t help but squeeze tightly Leon’s hand.
“So…” Leon starts talking, not being able to stop looking at you. You’re completely absorbed, focusing on the walls, the shelves packed full of books surrounding you... “I think that's it. We’re finally at the bookstore,” he smiles, even though you’re not looking at him. “I think my job here is officially done.”
“Wait, what? No, no… stay with me,” you blurt out, stumbling over your own words. “So, you know… you get the full experience of being a reader's boyfriend, and I get to feel like I’m inside a romance novel… and all that stuff. You know...”
“Know exactly what, love?”
You roll your eyes. When you turn to look at him, he’s smiling. And way too much.
“Oh, come on…”
You take Leon's hand and head toward a nearby table stacked with romance books, the kind your boyfriend knows you absolutely love.
“Great,” he says. “You lead the way, Mrs. Bookworm…”
Leon watches you closely as you analyze everything in detail. How you pick up books and flip them over to read the synopsis. How you show them to him while saying things like “I really want to read this one” or “I already read this… in two days.”
And Leon knows everything you tell him. Of course he does.
Even if he’s not much of a reader himself and usually sticks to reading RPD reports or the occasional news article online, he knows your reading habits like the palm of his hand. He knows which exact books are on your wishlist, the last one you finished, the next one you’re planning to read, which one you had to DNF…
“No way!”
That book.
You see it out of the corner of your eye. It’s the book you’ve been wanting to buy for ages. The one you could’ve ordered online, but promised yourself three months ago you’d only buy it if you found it in a bookstore.
The small squeal you let out startles Leon, who rushes over to where you are, a little worried.
“Oh my god. Look how pretty it is, Leon!”
Leon glances at the cover.
The Risk, by S. T. Abby.
“Isn’t that the first book in that series you’ve been talking about a lot lately?” he asks. “The one you got really excited about when they announced they were making a series because they got the rights, or something like that?”
“That’s the one, yes!” you say, clearly thrilled. “God, I’ve wanted it for ages…”
“Before or after we started dating?” he smiles. You glance at him, which only makes him smile more. “Do you have now an hyperfixation on cops stories just because you’re dating one?”
“The main character is a killer,” you say, playing with the book in your hands. “A serial killer who kills… because she needs revenge. But yeah, there are also cops and that stuff…”
“So, a serial killer…” He raises an eyebrow. “And what about that FBI agent? Logan? I think that's his name?”
You stare at Leon, and your eyes wide, surprised.
“How do you—?”
“Come on, you’ve talked about the story a lot,” he says, stepping closer and wrapping an arm around you. “And you’ve also had FaceTime calls with your friends talking about the plot… Not to mention how much you've fangirled about that Logan…”
“Leon!”
“It looks like I’ve got competition, huh?” he says, pretending to be offended.
“No. Not even close. Don’t you dare think that,” you reply quickly, turning to face him. “I like you more. Way more. God, Leon... I love you. I can have fictional boyfriends, and trust me I have plenty,” you admit, smiling shyly, “but my real boyfriend beats all of them by far. Not many girls can say that, you know? You're... the perfect boyfriend. Really.”
Leon lowers his gaze, blushing, clearly embarrassed.
He doesn’t answer.
You feel shyness creeping in too after that confession. You wait for him to say something, anything, even if it's just a simple okay, but he keep quiet. Of course he does.
You sigh and try not to overthink about it. You try hard and to not assume it means something bad. You know Leon's shy, and that opening up emotionally isn't something easy for him.
You let it go and pretend to read the synopsis again, even though you know it by heart, just to avoid looking at him.
It’s the first time you’ve ever confessed your feelings to Leon. It’s nowhere near how you imagined doing it, but there’s something about it… that you like. You liked it, actually, even if it still makes you blush hard and be ashamed of yourself.
You bite your tongue, silently cursing yourself.
“Well…”
You clear your throat, forcing yourself to lift your head.
You’re surprised to find Leon already looking at you, though he drops his gaze to the book before looking back at you again.
What surprises you even more is that he speaks before you keep talking:
“Are you going to buy it?”
You stay quiet, thinking about an answer.
You can’t deny that you want to, but... it’s a limited edition, and honestly, too expensive. And you know that if you buy the first book in this edition, you’ll have to buy the other four in the same edition...
You work as a babysitter twenty hours a week, you sometimes help an elderly woman clean her house… and you also walk a few dogs. That's basically working to make ends meet and barely have money to pay for the rent of your apartment, so...
There’s no way you can afford those books, no matter how much you want them.
“I think I’ll but it in a couple of months when…”
You're about to put the book back on the table when, to your surprise, Leon grabs your wrist softly and then takes the book from your hands.
“What are you doing?” you ask, surprised and confused.
“Buying it for you,” he says casually as he heads straight for the register.
“No, no, Leon... Don’t you dare!” you rush to go after him, trying to take the book from his hands to put it back where it was. “Seriously, I’ll buy it myself once I’ve saved up a bit. You don’t have to—”
“Do you want it?”
You look away, playing with your hands nervously.
“Well… But...”
He takes your chin and gently forces you to look at him. Once again, that damn half-smile that drives you crazy is there, with those stupid lips of his slightly curved.
You swore he'd drive your crazy one day.
“Love, really, don’t lie to me. Do you want the book?” he asks again.
You nod, very shy.
“Great. Then let’s grab the rest of the series. I’m buying it for you.”
Your eyes widen.
Saying you’re surprised doesn’t even come close. And on top of that, guilt immediately starts creeping in.
“What?! Leon, no, seriously...”
You nearly trip trying to catch up with him to stop him from grabbing the rest of the books. It’s impossible: he already has them all. In those damn special editions you know are expensive.
“You can’t buy me five books just because—!”
“Oh, can’t I? Why not?”
“Because it’s too much money!” you shoot back.
Leon laughs and waves a hand at you, telling you not to worry.
You do worry, of course. Even if he’s not as tight on money as you are, his RPD salary isn’t exactly made for splurging on five books at once.
“Besides, you already spend way too much time around criminals, killers, and crazy people” you add. “I don’t think it’s a good idea that now you have to stand your girlfriend obsessing over the same stuff you work with. Not to mention how much you'll have to listen to me yap nonstop...”
“I have no problem with that, really,” he replies as he hands the books to the cashier, greeting her politely. “You know I’m very much happy to listen to you yapping about whatever you want.”
“Leon…” you mutter under your breath, finally giving up as you watch the woman scan the books.
Your stomach twists when you see the total climb to $85, but Leon doesn’t seem to be bothered at all. He pulls out his credit card and pays without hesitation, still chatting casually with the cashier.
All you do is take the paper bag with the books when Leon hands it to you, that fucking smile still on his face.
“I wish there were more boys like you, son,” the woman says to Leon, looking at both of you fondly. Then she turns to you. “And you, enjoy the books and your boyfriend. He’s one of the good ones. Don't let him go.”
You nod shyly as Leon says goodbye to her.
“You want me to carry it for you?” he offers, pointing at the bag.
“No, it’s fine—”
“Really, I don’t mind. But it’s ok, I get you want to carry it. I love it when you're this happy.”
He slips one hand into his pocket and places the other on your back, a little shyly, guiding you toward the exit. Once outside, he carefully wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer so you don’t bump into anyone on the crowded street as you walk back to his apartment.
You look at Leon and wonder how you could ever deserve someone so attentive, thoughtful, and so… perfect.
Moments like this are exactly why it’s sometimes hard to believe Leon Kennedy is really your boyfriend.
“Knowing you, I’m guessing you’re going to try to convince me to do a buddy read of the series with you,” he says. “Am I wrong?”
“You have to at least try to read them… please,” you say, grabbing his arm and pouting. Leon kisses your forehead. “I know you’ll fall in love with Logan. Or Lana. Or both.”
“The wonderful FBI agent and the amazing serial killer…”
“Avenger,” you correct him. “I already told you. She gets revenge on people who—”
“Are you about to spoil the book and still expect me to read it with you?”
“But that’s literally the beginning of the first book!” you protest.
You can’t help it but be excited. It's not only because Leon bought you all five books, but because he’s genuinely interested in them… and actually seems willing to read them with you. As... read. Leon, who never reads any of your books, but still seems interested about them.
Jesus.
He really looks like one of those book boyfriends.
“You know,” Leon says, “I’m kind of curious what it’s going to be like for you to read a book about things I deal with on a daily basis.”
“As far as I know, you haven’t dealt with a serial killer yet. Or have you... and you just didn’t tell me?”
“Are you a serial killer?”
“Leon!” you smack his arm.
“I’m kidding!” he says quickly, clearly amused. “But just promise me something: even if you read about that perfect agent, I’ll still be your favorite one.”
“Well…”
Leon stops abruptly, forcing you to stop too.
You look at him and see his brows furrowed and his arms crossed dramatically.
You know he’s doing it to make you laugh. Of course, it works.
“You’ll always be my favorite cop,” you admit, standing on your tiptoes to leave him a quick kiss on the lips. “And my favorite person in the whole world,” you add, taking his hand to start walking again.
“You know what?” Leon says. “I've been thinking for a while that you should write a book.”
“What?”
“I’m serious. You love writing, and honestly…” he hesitates. “As arrogant as this might sound, I think you’d write the main male character based on me.”
You laugh.
“Bold of you to assume I’m not already doing that.”
“You... What?”
“I didn’t mean to tell you yet since it was a bit of a surprise, but…”
“Wait, are you being serious? Or is this other one of your jokes?”
“Do you really think so?”
Leon goes quiet, processing it.
“Are you really writing a story… about me?”
You laugh again, take his hand, and lace your fingers with his as you lean against his chest.
“Oh, Leon… if you only knew how much I’ve talked about that story, that's about us, with my friends... I haven’t written much yet, and I’m not totally sure about the plot or if I'm good enough to write it, but…” you smile softly. “I think you might like it.”
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING! Feedback on the comments and/or reblogs are very much appreciated but, if you feel shy, just send me an anonymous ask! 💖
I'd really like to know what you think about this! Fun fact: the background story of this fic was originally a series I never got to write, and I don't think if I'll write it
Also, I used the Mindfuck Series because they're about to publish it in Spain and they made fanarts and Logan's ones really reminded me of Leon in RE2R, so I obviously had to write this one
Too much yap from my side but I wanted to say thank you at all of you who've been so nice with me these past days, really. It meant a lot to me 🫂
SUMMARY: Leon and you don't plan on taking training to the next step, but you kissing him out of nowhere and realizing you both have kept your feelings for the other as a secret make you take things to the next step, specially when Leon's tied up to a chair
‼️NSFW: Leon's tied-up, semi-public sex, recorded sex (little plotwist at the end), oral sex (male receiving), thigh riding, p in v, protected sex, riding, overstimulation. Age gap
✹ PAIRINGS: RE9 Leon Kennedy x Partner!Reader
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💬 Lots of you want me to release this fic... and it's finally here! It cost me a lot to write, but I'm happy with how it turned out, so I really hope you like it as well! Special DT to Ari who's the one who requested this fic: I really hope you like it! 💖
“Remember, if at any point you feel uncomfortable—”
“I know, Leon: I’ll let you know.”
“You sure you want to do this?” Leon asks in a firm voice, though he sounds a bit unsure. “We can try a different thing that might make you feel more comfortable, or something you like better…”
You sit on the metal table in the room, arms crossed, not taking your eyes off your partner as he keeps talking about how he doesn’t want you to feel uncomfortable, especially when it comes to scenarios you have to practice just in case…
“You were the one who came up with the idea,” you reply, smiling slightly at him.
“Yeah, I know,” he looks up at you, raising an eyebrow and crossing his arms as well. “Still, that doesn’t mean I don’t want to make sure, again, that you’re comfortable with this. I don’t know… maybe you’ve changed your mind and you prefer doing something else. Or not doing anything at all.”
Neither of you says anything for what feels like seconds that stretch into an eternity. It’s Leon, of course, who takes the initiative, sitting down in the chair next to him.
“I’ll start,” he says again.
“Do you think that’s the best way to…? I don’t know, I’m just asking because if you’re teaching me and all that…”
“Yeah, just listen to me,” he interrupts you. You can tell he regrets it, and you can also tell he seems to be apologizing with his eyes. “I think it might be easier for you if you watch me act while I explain. That way you can see what works best, what might go wrong, what might work, and what doesn’t—”
“Well, then… are you going to sit down?” you ask cautiously, getting up from the table and taking a few nervous steps toward him.
He doesn’t answer, but he does sit down in the chair in the middle of the room right away. He places his hands behind the backrest, his wrists perfectly aligned, as if he knew exactly what he was supposed to do.
You don’t know if it’s because he’s been kidnapped more times than he’d like, or because he’s done this kind of training with other colleagues.
“Okay, since we’re here, let’s take this opportunity to practice tying knots,” he tells you.
That’s a clear and direct order, so you do as you’re told: you stand right behind him, pick up the rope lying on the floor, and start wrapping it around his wrists.
“Try not to pull too tight,” he instructs, looking over his shoulder at you. “Remember, we’re just practicing, and you’re not really kidnapping me… or that’s what I think.”
You roll your eyes, and you can’t help but let out a quiet chuckle that escapes your lips.
You wrap the rope around his wrists three times, focusing more on the precision of your movements than on the force you’re applying. You tighten the rope carefully, your fingers brushing against his hands and wrists as you begin to tie the knot. You feel the warmth of his skin, more than you expected.
You’re surprised at how calm he can be when you, with just that simple touch, are already a complete bundle of nerves.
“Great. Now, tie another knot. Better make it a double knot… or even a triple knot.”
You follow his instructions, sliding the rope with increasing ease until his wrists are perfectly tied together at the back of the chair.
You step back a little, not so much to check how it looks but to force yourself to put some distance between Leon and you. You notice him shifting slightly, making sure he’s tied up tight, making several rather aggressive movements.
“Damn, you really did tie it tight…” he says, clearly in a tone that’s anything but flattering. You feel your cheeks turning a little red, and you curse yourself under your breath. “Okay, if you were the one tied up, you have to, first of all, not panic: that’s exactly what ends up killing you.”
“Thanks for telling me. I had no idea,” you reply sarcastically.
“You have to try to assess what’s around you… if you can, of course,” he continues. “You know we always carry small hidden knives, but there’s also the possibility that they’ll take everything from us. Take some time to relax without letting your guard down, and look for anything you can use to break the rope.”
You circle around him, listening closely to what he’s explaining, until you’re standing right in front of him.
Leon, however, although he seems relaxed… on the inside, he’s the complete opposite.
He doesn’t take his eyes off you for a moment, his gaze following you all over the room. He knows you’re a little nervous, which is why you can’t stop fidgeting, though he doesn’t blame you: if he were in your shoes, he’d probably feel the same way, even if he was better at hiding it.
“Next, you have to test its strength, though don’t overdo it because it takes a lot of energy,” he continues. “Try to find a weak spot, the knot—”
“What if there’s someone else in the room putting pressure on me?”
You decide to move a little closer to him, standing directly in front of him, just a few steps separating you.
His gaze rests on you, steady, and you can’t help but feel a strange sensation in your stomach.
It’s not nervousness, but quite the opposite.
“You play along. You wait, and as soon as you can, you find the perfect moment when they lose the control they think they have. They’re always going to end up losing control, trust me.”
“You make it sound so easy,” you cross your arms, leaning on one leg.
“It’s not,” he replies firmly. He shifts in his chair again, and you start to worry that he’s uncomfortable. “It’s a matter of whether you want to get out of this alive or not. You end up getting used to it.”
You can’t help yourself.
You move a little closer to him, closer than necessary, closing the distance between you, crouching down until you’re at his height.
Leon doesn’t flinch at this, as if he’s more than used to it, but his gaze does seem to soften a little and, above all, he pays even more attention to you.
“Anything else?” you ask again, though this time your voice is much softer… and suggestive.
“If, at any point, you feel uncomfortable during all this we’re doing, just tell me and we’ll stop. I won’t question you about anything, I promise.”
You smile a little.
“You’ve already told me that.”
“And I’ll tell you again if I think it’s necessary.”
“I know… But seriously: I’m really comfortable with you, Leon.”
And you mean it.
It’s the first time in the nearly six years you’ve been working for the DSO that you’ve felt this comfortable with a colleague.
Maybe, too comfortable…
“I’m supposed to keep teaching you how to escape if you find yourself in a situation like this,” he says, seriously.
“And I’m supposed to not be getting so distracted by you.”
Your answer is sincere. Too sincere, and you know it. You sit up, lowering your gaze, fully aware that, of course, that’s the last thing you should’ve said to Leon.
You knew that, even if you didn’t want to admit it, those words had crossed the line of what you’d forced yourself not to feel: even the slightest attraction to Leon.
He seems to notice the slight change in your behavior. You’re surprised that, instead of saying anything back, he sighs in a way that makes it seem like he’s laughing a little. You don’t know if it’s at you or the situation.
“I could say the same about you, you know?”
You don’t answer, not quite sure if he said that just to keep the conversation going, or because he really means it.
“Are you just going to leave me hanging like this?”
Even though you’re a little embarrassed, you dare to look at him again.
You notice how he shifts cautiously in his chair when your eyes meet. You sense that this time he’s not doing it out of discomfort, but you’re not sure if nervousness is getting the better of him.
“Do you think it would be a problem?” you reply, in a tone much more suggestive than you expected.
“No,” he admits. “But I don’t think it would be very useful for our training.”
You’re not quite sure why you’re doing it, but you decide to go with the flow.
You position yourself behind him, too close, and place your hands on his shoulder, beginning to massage it.
“I thought it would be good to see how long you can stay calm under pressure. You know… I think you mentioned something to me once about staying calm at all times, and all that…”
Now, you run your hands down his arms, caressing them more than you should, but unable to stop now that you’ve let yourself get carried away.
You feel Leon tense up, holding his breath for a few seconds as your hands return to his shoulders and slowly move up to his neck.
“I can keep it together longer than you think,” he replies, a little flustered.
“I guess we’ll have to find out.”
With your hands still on his neck, you stand in front of him and, without hesitation, place both legs on either side of him and sit on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“I’m starting to think you’re testing me…” Leon whispers, pressing his forehead against yours.
“Is that what you think?”
“I’m sure of it.”
You hold his gaze for a few seconds, and without a moment’s hesitation, you cup his cheeks and kiss him.
Your lips pressing against his, your hands on his neck, caressing him, in a matter of seconds, it takes you both by surprise, just like hearing each other moan.
When you realize the line you’ve just crossed, you pull away from Leon, standing up and clumsily taking a few steps backward that almost make you fall to the floor.
“Shit… Leon, I— I’m sorry, no… I mean, I don’t know why I did that. I mean, I do know, but I know it’s completely out of line, and not professional at all— I mean… we’re just coworkers and— Sorry, I shouldn’t have…”
The words come out of your mouth much faster than you’re able to control them.
“This is supposed to be a training session, we’re colleagues, and I… Fuck… I crossed the line when all you’ve done is making sure I feel comfortable… and that just makes it all worse! And you’re tied up!” you pace back and forth, twirling your hair, very nervous. “I know I shouldn’t mix personal stuff with work, and I know I should have just focused on doing the exercise… I really don’t know why I did that, and I’m truly sorry… I know right now you must be thinking I’m an idiot, and that—”
“Hey.”
Leon’s voice, way too calm, interrupts your speech… if it could even be called that.
You stop wandering around, not daring to look at him.
“Hey… Look at me.”
When you do, it’s more than obvious that he’s still in the chair. However, his expression has completely changed.
“Come here,” he says.
“What?”
“Come closer.”
You’re surprised that he’s staying calm and, especially, that he hasn’t untied himself yet, as you knew he was more than used to doing, and walked out of the room.
He’s acting too confident, and you don’t know if that’s a good thing or the exact opposite.
You hesitate for a moment, wondering whether to obey him or be the one to leave the room. You take a few steps forward, then a few back, unsure of yourself, until you decide that, whatever happens, you have to face the consequences of what you’ve done.
“Can you come a little closer? And crouch down,” Leon asks when you stop in front of him.
When you do, the last thing you expect is for him to be the one to kiss you now.
Your lips meet now with much greater ease. You feel a kind of intensity that you don’t quite know how to explain, but that, at least on your part, is because you’ve wanted to do this for far too long.
Your hands instinctively reach for his shoulders again, lifting you up so you can sit on his lap once more, all the while continuing to return the kiss.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this…” he admits in a low voice as you pull apart, gasping for air.
A sigh escapes your lips, almost like a moan, and you can’t help but stifle a laugh.
“Really?”
“I swear.”
You search his face for any sign that he’s lying to you, that he’s saying it out of mere obligation and to spare your feelings.
You don’t want to get your hopes up, but… there seems to be no doubt that Leon wanted to cross the line just as much as you did.
“Me too,” you confess.
That’s enough to make the distance between you disappear again.
Your fingers tangle in his hair as you seek a little friction against your pussy. You were getting too desperate, and you know Leon is, too. He’s moving as much as he can, trying unsuccessfully to close the distance between you even further.
“Leon… I— I need you—”
Your voice trembles, a mix of the growing pleasure you’re feeling and the doubt about whether this is what you should be doing or not.
“I need you more than just this… I’ve thought about…”
“I know…”
You force yourself to pull away from him a little. You see a smile appear on his lips, and you feel a tightness in your chest.
“You don’t even know what I was going to say…”
“Think whatever you want, but bet I’ve been thinking about the same thing as you.”
“And…?”
“That I want to do it too.”
“Are you… really sure?”
He nods.
“I think, at this point, we can say training season’s over,” he says, leaning in to give you a quick kiss on the lips.
“So…”
“Don’t start something you don’t plan to finish.”
“But… you’re still tied up,” you murmur, your fingers reaching around to the back of the chair, searching for the knot to untie it.
“I’m fully aware of that.”
“Do you want me to untie it, and…? You could tell me to stop, you know.”
Leon chuckles softly.
“I could, of course, but I’m not going to.”
Deep down, that answer reassures you.
“Are you sure? As… sure?” you ask him again.
He nods.
You decide to get off his lap and, instead, kneel in front of him.
Your hands rest gently on his thighs, slowly moving up toward the button on his pants, unsure whether to continue.
You look at Leon, who hasn’t taken his eyes off you for a moment.
“Do you still think this is a good idea?” you ask, unsure of yourself.
“What I think is that, if you don’t do anything about it… I’m going to end up coming just from seeing you like this.”
With that, your fingers make up their minds and unbutton his pants. Leon lets out a guttural moan as he sits up slightly to help you pull down his pants and boxers at the same time, throwing his head back when he sees you start to play with his cock, which is fully erect.
“Jesus…” he mutters under his breath.
You suck on the tip of his cock, then immediately take the rest of it into your mouth. No matter how hard you try to set the pace, it’s Leon who lifts his hips, fucking your mouth, slowly at first, but gradually getting rougher as he lets himself go.
You run your thumb over the tip while continuing to jerk him off with your other hand, feeling him tense up as you pick up the pace a little.
“Faster…” he begs you. You do as told. “Yeah… Just like that…”
You brush your hair aside to press your lips against his tip, starting to circle it with your tongue while continuing to jerk him off with your hand.
You hear Leon mutter several curses under his breath, growing more and more desperate.
He thrusts his hips toward you again, so you decide to take his cock back into your mouth. You keep sucking him up and down, focusing on the movements he seems to like best while not stopping your hand job because you realize it gives him even more pleasure.
“I don’t know how we haven’t done this before…” you notice how he moves his hands, unable to do anything about it. He lets out a frustrated sigh, followed by a moan when you lightly run your teeth along its length. “Shit, I think I’m going to come… Can I do it in your mouth?”
You make a sound of affirmation, causing him to shudder and push his pelvis further toward your mouth.
You feel the muscles in his legs tense up, which is more than enough to let you know he’s about to come. You pick up the pace with your tongue, and a few seconds later, you feel him come in your mouth as you look into his eyes.
You swallow his cum and clumsily stand up, trying to keep your slightly sore knees from giving out on you.
“Did I do it right? Did you like it?”
You ask him that as you wipe the traces of semen from the corner of his lips, then pull down your own pants. Next, you position yourself on top of him again, placing your hands on his chest and pushing your panties aside, beginning to grind against his length.
“You did great…” He brings his mouth to your neck, biting it gently. You moan his name louder than you’d like to. “But I don’t think we’re done yet…”
“I need you to make me come,” you say honestly.
“I can feel you’re a little wet, yeah…”
“Do you want me to…?”
“I’ve got a condom tucked in a pocket inside my pants,” Leon tells you.
Quickly, you get up and rummage around until you find it. You open the package carefully, tossing the wrapper on the floor, and put it on him, making sure it’s on right.
“So you always carry a condom just in case…” you say, straddling him again. “Do you usually do this with a lot of girls?”
“No. I’ve just been waiting for this exact moment to happen with you,” he reveals. “I was hoping it’d happen a little sooner… but I’m not complaining.”
“Really?”
You place your hands on his shoulders and start rubbing your pussy. now even wetter, against his cock again.
“Well… if you keep torturing me like this, I think I’m actually going to start complaining…”
You take his cock and guide it to your entrance. Slowly, you lower yourself onto it until he’s completely inside you.
“Leon…”
You moan softly as you feel him fill you. He leans in toward your mouth, kissing you slowly until the lack of air forces you apart. You continue the swaying of your hips, taking your time, while running your hands over his chest until they reach his neck.
You feel Leon moving his hips as hard as he can too, deepening his thrusts, making you let out moan after moan, begging him to keep going, praising him all the time the same way he can’t stop praising you.
You bury your face in his neck, which Leon takes advantage of to attack yours with bites and kisses that you know will turn into hickeys. You bite your lower lip because you don’t want to sound so desperate.
“I don’t want you to hold back with me,” Leon tells you. Nothing but moans escape your mouth, getting louder and louder. You’re so lost in pleasure that you can barely say anything coherent, so Leon forces himself to stop thrusting. “Hey, look at me: did you hear me?”
You nod with your eyes half-closed, continuing to move.
“Y-yes, Leon…”
He starts moving his hips again, this time a little faster. You, inevitably, do the same.
You need to come as soon as possible, and the pressure you feel in the pit of your stomach tells you that, if you’re not already there, you’re dangerously close.
“Are you going to scream my name?” Leon asks you, his movements now so slow that it feels like he’s stopped, which makes you move a little more aggressively.
You bite the inside of your cheek. The only thing you seem to be able to focus on is the sound of your bodies colliding and your ragged breathing, along with the moans you’re both letting out, which are growing louder.
“Yes…”
“Come on, let’s go…”
You scream his name when you feel, once again, the speed at which he’s moving his hips going faster.
Your legs feel a little tired, trembling uncontrollably.
You rest your forehead against his and you wrap your arms around his neck, trying to find some balance because the pleasure barely lets you control your own body.
“Come on, I know you’re almost there…” Leon quickens his movements. His mouth moves to your neck again and then to your ear, where he can’t stop moaning your name and urging you to come. “Do you know how much I’ve wanted you to come on my cock? Do you know how much I’ve wanted to do this with you? Fuck… I want you to come now… You’ve got it, come on…”
Those last words, along with the hurried movements you’re making, are enough to make you feel your pussy tighten around his cock more and more until you end up screaming his name over and over.
Your back arches. Your legs give way. You feel your whole body tremble until you finally collapse onto Leon’s chest just as the orgasm engulfs you. You don’t stop moving on top of him, knowing you’re overstimulating yourself but wanting him to come a second time.
He comes shortly after, just like you, unable to stop moaning your name.
Carefully, you slowly pull away from him, still leaning on his arms and kissing him as you rise from his lap to sit back down on him.
“Well, it was…” you start to say, but Leon interrupts you.
“It was great. Did you like it?”
“A lot,” you assure him. He smiles contentedly. “And you?”
“I loved it,” he assures you, and you can’t help but let a shy smile appear on your face. “Although… I think we should think about what we’re going to put in the training report. I don’t think writing that we had sex while I was tied up is the best idea… though we can definitely do it again… if you want, of course.”
Right.
You didn’t remember that part.
Just like you didn’t remember that your superior told you there would be cameras recording to monitor the different training sessions you’d been assigned to do in pairs… so they could be discussed as a group later.
You turn pale, and Leon notices right away.
“Is something wrong?” he asks, concerned.
You swallow hard. You nod.
“Maybe… there’s this chance they do know we had sex...”
Fuck.
You are, definitely, in trouble.
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