maybe a lil bodyguard!leon x reader?? 👀👀 OOH and just a tinge of forbidden romance mmmaayyybeeee 👀👀👀👀
Reputation Be Damned
summary: Leon is supposed to accompany you to one of your father's parties, but you end up keeping the fun between just the two of you.
tags: leon x fem!reader, bodyguard!Leon, slight forbidden romance, kiss
note: i hope you enjoy! i can definitely imagine this turning into a longer piece, so let me know what you think. i imagined re4r leon here (he's my favorite, hehe) because he sort of takes on that bodyguard role in the game. i hope you don't mind!
“No rush, but we’re nearing on thirty minutes late.” Leon calls out to you from his spot outside your room. He’s to accompany you to a cocktail party held by your father that was supposed to be at 9.
“I know! I just can’t—fuck—I just can’t choose which dress.”
Leon sits in silence for a moment. Asking to help seems courteous, but he doesn’t know if that oversteps his boundaries as your bodyguard. Not that he doesn’t want to see you try on different dresses; he definitely does, but he doesn’t want to be unprofessional about it.
You throw the door open, interrupting his inner monologue.
“What do you think of this one?”
You’re dressed in an off-the-shoulder red dress that’s cinched at the waist and falls just around your ankles. It accentuates all the right features—especially your chest, but Leon tries not to notice.
“It suits you.”
“Really? Okay, I’ll let you see the other one and then you pick.” Leon nods, pulling at the sleeves of his suit jacket.
You go to change, and Leon returns to his position in the hallway. He tries not to imagine you unzipping the dress to expose the smooth expanse of your back, and how—he needs to calm down.
“Okay, here’s the other option.”
You come out in a V-neck black dress; hair swept to one shoulder. It’s enough to take his sure, even breath away.
Leon stares at you in silence for a few moments.
“This one.”
You nod, running back inside to put on your heels. Leon waits, contemplating the series of decisions that lie ahead of him: he can be your plus one to this party, stand protectively at your side, and drop you off at home—or he can tell you how beautiful you look and kiss the living daylights out of you at the end of the night. He begins to accept what he knows his decision will be. Reputation be damned, he supposes.
~*~
So far, he’s been well behaved. He politely declined all the drinks he usually would have guzzled, made sure that you stick to the cider, and attentively watched your back. He’s patiently sat through the most benign conversations and fake-laughed on cue. You keep it between you two, but both of you find your father’s friends boring, if not repugnant.
You’ve just said goodbye to your aunt when you whisper in Leon’s ear:
“I’m bored. Can we go outside?”
He nods, taking your hand. Leon leads you through the bustling crowd toward a back door—something safe, out of sight. Where you can relax without painting a smile on your face for every old passerby. You end up in an ornate, deserted garden, the warm air pillowing against your skin.
“Enjoying the party?” Leon asks, turning to look at you. He needs to look down to meet your eyes, even with you in your heels.
“What do you think?”
“Seems like you’re loving it.”
“Perceptive, are we?”
“You know it.” He almost smiles. It emboldens you.
“You look dashing tonight, Leon,” you say, pushing your hair behind your ear. You study him as you say that: his eyebrows raise slightly, hands moving from his sides to his pockets.
“You mean that?”
You nod, smiling. His face is softly illuminated by the distant light of the party.
“I think you look beautiful,” Leon says, eyes tracing from your eyes to your neckline, then to your waist… and all the way back up.
“Means a lot coming from you.”
You both fall into silence. Leon is your bodyguard, just a paid plus one, not someone to admire or compliment; yet here you are. Doing exactly what you should not do, allowing yourself to feel attracted to him. And, God, is he attracted to you.
He slips his hands out of his pockets and reaches out to smooth your hair. Leon is lost in the moment; he’s forgotten about his expectations, his duty—he just wants to touch the object of his desires: you.
You’re stunned at the move and reach up to softly grab his hand. You try to memorize the blue of his eyes.
Just as you think the moment is ending, Leon leans down and kisses you. It’s soft, barely-there, but it’s real. Your eyes flutter closed, and his hand slides from your hair to the back of your head as the kiss deepens.
A small sound escapes your lips as he presses harder, working to make your mouth his.
His lips are so plush.
And, then, as soon as it began, it’s over.
Leon speaks first.
“Fuck, I’m sorry—”
“Wow, didn’t know being a good kisser was a requirement to be my bodyguard.”
Hii <3 can we get some severe leon angst!!! Perchance an unrequited love moment.....
Printer Blues
summary: Leon wants what he can't—and never will—have.
tags: leon kennedy x reader, angst, unrequited love, short fic, imagine
note: this is a bit short, but i hope you enjoy! i struggle with writing angst, so this was fun practice for me.
Why not me? Leon can’t help but repeat these words in his head—like a mantra, perhaps, to guard against the tears that are threatening to spill from his eyes. You are his crush. God, it embarrasses him to use that word, but no other term could describe the way he sees you. He’s spent so long savoring the time you spent together and every word you’ve spoken to him that to see you like this is a stab through the heart.
Leon stands by the bar, swirling a glass of whiskey, watching you intensely. Your waist is obscured by the arm of another man, and you’re giggling at something he’s saying. He’s taller than you, taller than him, and handsome. Leon feels the urge to compare himself to your man; perhaps, if he was better looking, he would have caught your attention. But he knows this isn’t true. He knows that you just simply didn’t see him like that, and that’s what hurts: you respect him so much that you could never love him. He’s just your superior, your role model.
He sees you as much more than just someone who caught his eye; you’re a capable person in your own right, someone who worked their way up the ranks at USSTRATCOM and is now working alongside him. And, gosh, you’re such a light—even now, looking at your bright face, he feels a little like smiling; there’s something about the positive attitude you bring to every situation that endears him.
He recalls a moment you two shared in the office a few weeks ago: the printer broke as he was trying to use it, jamming confidential documents deep in the machine. Not really something you want to call IT to fix. You saw him struggling with the printer and walked over quickly, smiling at him before reaching in and dragging out the crumpled pieces of paper. “What a silly machine, right? Let me know if it messes up again, Agent Kennedy,” you had said, giving a little giggle. He felt the corners of his lips turn up.
Then, you were so close, so warm. Now, he can’t feel you at all. He can just stare at you from a distance, finish his drink, and call a cab home. He’ll go to sleep alone, as he almost always does, while resisting the urge to think of you. For he knows you will never fall in love with him, and he can never hold you the same way that man is holding you now.
this is a PSA: please send me requests of leon kennedy things to write and i will write them!! i’m open to any version of leon, so let me know if you have a preference. i’ll try to get them out as soon as requests come in. again, literally anyone i’m begging i just need ideas. sending kisses
summary: RPD officer Leon comes home to a horrific, bloody scene in your living room. Thankfully, he's the life-saving type.
tags: re2!leon x afab reader, comfort, fluff, mentions of blood, boyfriend!leon, established relationship
note: a very sweet anon requested this. thank you, whoever you are, so much for the kind words!!! i hope you enjoy this short but sweet ff <3
You’re sat on your couch in excruciating pain. Blood is spewing out of you and your ears roar from the searing sensation radiating from your pelvis, your hips, your lower back—you don’t think you can last much longer. You writhe on the cushions, shoving throw pillows to the ground and scrunching your eyelids closed.
It’s day two of your period and things haven’t ever felt this bad. You took an Advil a few hours ago, but it seems things just got worse. You’re hopeless. At a complete loss.
Just as you’re considering closing your eyes and succumbing to the agony, you hear the front door unlock and a familiar voice.
“Honey, I’m home!”
My hero!
“Help me, Leon!” You attempt to squeal, but it comes out as more of a disgruntled yell. Footsteps stomp into the living room.
“Oh, God, what happened? What’s happening?!” Leon kneels next to your weakened frame. You turn your head to look at him, placing your hand on his cheek while staring into his eyes dramatically.
“My period… it’s going to be the end of me…”
“Oh, no, no, no…” He reaches up to gently squeeze the hand that’s stroking his cheek. His eyebrows furrow. You see the flash of determination in his blue eyes—this is your supercop, your hero. “Keep fighting for me. I’m gonna save you.”
He jumps up, running into the kitchen; you hear the microwave beep, the kettle fill, and then his footsteps fade toward the bathroom. You hold your stomach, waiting for any hint of relief.
Five minutes later, Leon is back at your side. He props your head up with a pillow, puts a heating pad on your stomach, and feeds you another painkiller between sips of water. His left hand strokes your hair as his right rests on your thigh, squeezing gently.
“You’re gonna get through this. How does it feel, my love?”
“Better.”
“Next time, call someone when you start feeling bad, okay? You shouldn’t let it get to that point,” he gently chides you, but there’s no push behind it. Leon is just happy he was able to be the one to save you.
Reader losing their virginity to Leon 🤔 specifically re2 Leon perhaps…???
One Hell of a First Time
summary: You and Leon have been dating for about a month, and every kiss seems to be turning into a make-out session—both of you agree that it's finally time for the real deal. This would be easy if you had ever... gone that far before.
tags: re2!leon x fem virgin reader, smut, p in v, unprotected, gentle, rookie!leon, virginity loss, established relationship
note: anon, your wish is my command. i hope you enjoy! please let me know of any additional requests and what you think of this!
I’m gonna make him an offer he can’t refuse…
The Godfather rattles on from the television as Leon wraps his arm around your shoulder.
“You enjoying the movie?”
“Yeah, babe, it’s great.”
Leon picked it out—apparently, it’s his favorite.
You turn your face to the side, looking to kiss him on the cheek. Leon’s face is already turned, so you end up pecking him on the lips. He smiles, grabbing your chin with his right hand and deepening the kiss.
His lips separate, his tongue sliding along the slit of your lips. Your stomach flips at the action, and you separate your lips, letting his tongue enter your mouth. He groans, hand sliding down to your arm.
He pulls back, eyes searching your face.
“Can I touch you?”
You nod eagerly. It’s been around a month and a half since you guys started seriously dating. Every time you’ve been kissing, it’s ended up like this: hands on each other’s body, kisses deep and with tongue.
Leon’s hand moves to cup your breast through your shirt, squeezing slightly. A breathy moan leaves your lips.
“God, you’re so hot,” he mutters, leaning back in to kiss you. The movie has been forgotten.
You reach one arm around his neck and send the other below the hem of his shirt. Leon smells like soap and musk. It drives you crazy, and you lose yourself in it; Leon is the first boyfriend you’ve had, and he isn’t far from your first kiss. If you two months ago had known that you’d be heavily making out with Leon Kennedy, hands exploring his body above and below his clothes, she wouldn’t believe you.
Leon strokes your hair with his hand, pulling slightly to expose your neck. He leans down, lips making contact with the sensitive skin of your throat. You moan his name, hands gripping his waistband.
“God, you’re driving me crazy,” he mutters, gently sucking and biting the skin under his lips.
How much longer can this go on? How much longer will Leon be able to restrain himself from going further, from bringing his lips beyond your neck and down your body? Obviously not much longer, for he drops his hands down to the hem of your shirt and tugs down, asking a silent question: can I take this off? You nod, lifting your arms to help him. You’re not wearing a bra to just lounge at home, so your bare nipples are exposed to the air. They begin to harden as Leon pushes you down onto the couch, the fabric of the cushion soft against your back. He straddles your hips.
Leon’s incredibly handsome face is illuminated by the light of the TV. His blue eyes stare into yours as he leans closer, closer, until he places a kiss on the skin of your breast. His lips kiss down to your nipple, sending your back arching off the couch.
“Leon, I-“
He pulls up immediately.
“Sorry, I’m sorry, is this okay? I know it’s farther than we’ve gone before, but you’re just so, so…”
“Leon, it’s fine. I just wanted to say…” you wanted to say that you were ready for more, ready for him to take your virginity and make you his, “that I’m ready.”
“Really? We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
“No, I really do.” Leon is so gentle with you, so kind. Leon’s eyes dance around your face, his blues settling on your lips as he delves back into you.
He kisses you hard, his left arm sliding between your breasts and down to your pajama shorts. They slide over your pussy, pressing down.
“This okay?” He mutters into your lips.
“Yeah, so good,” you moan, dazed. His touch is intoxicating. He breaks the kiss, lowering his lips back to your breasts. They kiss your left nipple, tongue escaping his lips and sliding over your sensitive skin.
He’s taking it so slow, but you want more. You reach your hand toward his crotch, feeling the bulge hiding under his sweatpants.
“Oh my god,” he says, pulling back.
“I want you, Leon.”
“I want you too, so much,” he says, lifting his shirt above his head and tossing it off to the side. You take the moment to slide out of your shorts.
You’re lying under him in nothing but panties, and Leon feels like he’s dreaming. He’s taken it so slow with you, ever the gentleman; he paid for the first date, asked before kissing you, and even made you his girlfriend with a bouquet of flowers. He respects you so much, and to have you so bare and vulnerable beneath him is an honor.
“Touch me, Leon.”
He bites his bottom lip, eyebrows furrowing. He places one hand on your stomach, the other cupping the outline of his dick.
“Take your pants off, Leon, I wanna see you.”
He unties the string of his pants, wiggling them off his body. They fall to the ground unceremoniously. His cock is huge through his underwear, and any confidence you had slips away. You remember the gravity of this situation, the fact that he’s going to have to fit all of himself in you.
“Now we’re even,” he says, leaning down to kiss you. You oblige without hesitation, pressing up so the mound of your pelvis meets his clothed cock. He grinds down into you, moving his hand down to your most sensitive spot. You moan.
“I’m gonna touch you under your panties, okay?”
“Yeah, mhm, do whatever.” You’ve lost yourself in him.
He slips his fingers under the thin lace of your underwear, sliding them between your wet folds. It’s the first time anyone has touched you like this. You inhale sharply.
His fingertips find your clit and rub it in a circular motion. You’ve never experienced this level of sensation, of desire.
“Does that feel good?”
“Yes, Leon, so good,” You can see wetness appearing at the tip of his cock, seeping through his underwear. He must be using so much restraint.
One of his fingers traces your entrance, and fear strikes you. You worry that this will hurt, that any enjoyment will fade away and you’ll be in pain.
“I’m going to stick one finger in, okay?” You grip his bicep, and he senses your worry. “I’m gonna be gentle. You’re gonna be okay.”
He slides the finger in slowly. His other hand continues drawing circles around your clit, and you throw your head back.
“I’m gonna stick in another finger.” You nod, comforted by his narration.
He pushes in his middle finger, eliciting a loud moan from you; his fingers curl up until he finds a spot that sends heat radiating from your pelvis.
“God, Leon—”
“Good, right?”
“So good,” you groan out.
“You’re so tight, fuck, I can barely fit two fingers in.”
His voice has never sounded so low, so dirty. Where has your sweet, shy Leon gone? Not that you mind this new side of him.
He pistons his fingers in and out, stretching you. Your slick covers his fingers. Your hands reach up to touch his face, pushing his hair back and you can’t help but admire him.
He smiles, pulling his fingers out for final time. His hands go to the waistband of his underwear, pushing them down and away. His cock flops out, bobbing up and down. Your mouth waters: it’s the first time you’ve seen it, and the sight sends you reeling. It’s so big, so pretty, with a large vein snaking from base to tip. The tip itself is pink and slick with precum. You reach out to touch him, and he groans when your hand makes contact with his length.
You wrap your hand around him and begin to pump up and down. He quickly grabs your wrist and shakes his head.
“Don’t—I can’t, I won’t last long. Just let me fuck you.”
You nod enthusiastically, lifting your arms up on either side of your head. He hooks his fingers onto your panties, pulling them off. Your legs wrap around his hips, and he leans forward into you.
His cock is lined up with your entrance. He leans down to kiss you, and as he mashes his lips into yours, he sticks the tip in. You gasp, a stretching pain radiating from your pussy. He moves his hands, interlacing his fingers with yours as he sticks another inch in.
“God, Leon, you’re so big—”
“You haven’t even got half of me yet.”
You almost giggle at his comment, but instead you’re lost in the sensation of him entering you. He pulls out slowly, reentering another inch deeper. He continues this rhythm until you notice the pain fade away.
“Leon, it doesn’t hurt anymore! It feels good, it feels good—I want more…” He smiles before thrusting deeper.
“Fuck,” he mutters. His eyes are low and hooded, completely fixed on your face. “You’re so tight, so perfect.”
He pushes nearly to the hilt and you squeal, hands flying to his broad shoulders.
“You okay?”
“I’m fine, keep going, Leon.”
He begins thrusting in and out slowly, leaning his head into the crook of your neck.
“Can’t believe you’re,” he grunts, “letting me fuck you like this. Fuck.”
“Oh!” You moan, eyes shutting in pleasure. To be so full of him feels incredible—and God, is he big. You feel so close to him.
He disconnects his left hand from yours, snaking it down to your tits. He squeezes your breast, running a finger across your hardened nipple. You moan louder, completely lost in pleasure.
His hand keeps moving lower, lower, until it reaches your clit. He rubs circles around your bundle of nerves.
“I want you to come,” he says, “can you do that for me?”
“Yes, yes, Leon,” you say, already feeling a pressure building within you. The tip of his cock is pressing against the same sensitive spot he found with his fingers.
“You’re so beautiful.”
He keeps rubbing until you feel yourself clench around him; his hips stutter and he moans loudly.
“Oh, please, you feel so good,” he says.
At his praise, at his moans, you let go—you come, head thrown back, toes curled. If this is what coming around his cock feels like, you never want to do anything else.
He gives a few more thrusts, eyebrows furrowed, before pulling out and stroking his wet cock. With a loud grunt, he grips your thigh, and you watch as cum spurts out of his cock all over your stomach.
His chest is heaving, and he sits back on his haunches to stare at your bare body.
omg thank you to everyone who liked my first fic, we hit 1k likes on it!!! genuinely unreal!!! please please please let me know of any fic requests, i would love to bring your visions to reality but in any case expect more content soon
summary: You're the president's daughter that was rescued by Leon after being kidnapped by Saddler—except, unlike Ashley, he accepted the offer to become your personal bodyguard. And, oh boy, does he do a good job guarding you.
tags: re4!leon x fem reader, smut, p in v, headlocks, rough, ~6-7 year age difference, no protection because we're thugs
note: thank you guys SOOO MUCH for the support on the last post. please lmk what you think and if you guys want to see more!
“Leon, do you really have to follow me around everywhere? You even come to lecture,” you pester, whining excessively as you sit on your dorm bed.
He rolls his eyes.
“You asked me to be your bodyguard. I’m doing what you asked.”
“Yeah, yeah, I guess.”
“Do you not want me around?” He asks jokingly—he knows you value him.
“You just… you just kind of scare the guys away.”
“Like those frat boys?”
“Yeah, like those frat boys. Some of them were kind of cute…” you trail off, recalling a few days ago when you were walking past a group of college boys; you knew one of them from class and he waved at you. You raised your hand up to wave back, but it was quickly taken by Leon’s. He interlaced your fingers with his, as if you were strolling lovebirds. The guy was taken aback—perhaps by the fact you appear to be dating such an older guy—and turned away. You remember being quieted by Leon’s actions. He takes his job very, very seriously.
“Not really,” he kids, but it’s true. No normal guy could compare to Leon.
“Well, I have to change. What are you gonna do, stand here and watch me?”
“Of course. What if someone comes in when you’re at your most vulnerable?”
You laugh, but he’s not kidding. He turns around and holds his hand over his eyes.
“I won’t look, promise.”
You shrug, turning around and beginning to undress—you’ve become accustomed to Leon’s overprotective ways.
First, you push off your jeans, then your jacket, then your tee, and suddenly you’re stood in your panties, a few feet away from Leon Kennedy. You’re adjusting the lace of your panties, smoothing it out, when you feel an arm lightly wrap around your neck.
“I got you,” Leon whispers, kissing the rim of your ear.
You’ve done this before. You’ve let Leon see all of you, let him touch you, let him fuck you like the real man he is. He’s basically your bodyguard-with-benefits—but something about this feels different.
“What are you doing, Leon?”
“Guarding you.”
“Yeah, right—” you feel his free hand snake down your bare stomach and pelvis until they reach your clothed cunt.
You exhale a moan.
He begins to draw slow circles around your clit. You suddenly feel everything so strongly—the cool air hardening your nipples through the flimsy fabric of your bra, the way his finger is picking up the slick coming out of you, the hard bulge pressed up against your ass.
His hand leaves your pussy after a few seconds, and you hear him unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans before pulling out his thick, hard cock. You know this because it’s hot and leaking on your skin.
“You ready?” He asks, and you nod.
Leon reaches back to your pussy, sliding your thin panties to the side and angling his cock against your bare cunt. You tiptoe to help him before you feel the grip on your neck tighten.
He leans back, lifting you and then dropping you back on his cock while keeping you a few inches from the ground. His free arm reaches around your hips, grabbing them forcefully to keep you bouncing.
“Oh, fuck!” You moan at the feeling of being stretched so completely, of being entirely under his control. He’s literally tossing you up and down on his dick.
You start squealing as you fall into a steady, hard rhythm—as you come down, he thrusts up.
“Is this good enough for you?” He mutters in your ear, and you groan in response. Your feet kick up against his thighs, swinging wildly in the air. Your tits fall out of your bra from the strength of his pounding.
“Oh, it’s so good, Leon!”
“Yeah, my college slut.” Your face is contorted in total pleasure. Then, Leon stops pushing up and steps over so you’re in front of your full-length mirror.
The sight is horribly pornographic—you’re falling out of your underwear, back arched, cock visibly inside of you while Leon’s face peeks over your shoulder. Your head leans back into the crook of his neck from one look, totally overtaken by desire.
“I’m gonna keep fucking you just like this.” Every word that comes out of his perfect mouth drives you crazy and closer to your high; from this angle, he pushes right against your most sensitive spot, and the force of his thrusts are so powerful it nearly hurts.
“Oh, Leon, I’m gonna cum soon—”
“Yeah, you are.”
He tosses you up and slams you down one more time and you’re done, you’re cumming and clenching along the length of his cock. It clearly takes him off guard and he lowers you down, keeping you wrapped around him—just as you reach the ground he pushes your upper body down while pulling your hair back so you can watch him ruin you.
You make eye contact with him in the mirror and you feel his thrust sputter. He’s getting there.
“God, look at you,” he whispers before finally letting go. You feel him explode in you, cum beginning to leak out of your hole and down your legs.
summary: Rookie Leon finally musters the courage to ask reader on a first date. He's not sure if it was the few margaritas she had or if she really enjoyed his company that much—one thing he is sure of, though, is that he ended up in her arms at the end of the night.
tags: re2!Leon x fem!reader, smut, p in v, oral (m receiving), fingering (f receiving), whiny leon, unprotected sex, just all around fun! don't be so serious!
note: this is my first time publishing on tumblr, so go easy on me! i wanted to see more re2 leon since there's so much hype around re9.
Leon stands across from you outside of your apartment, hands in his jean pockets, shifting his weight from foot to foot. Goosebumps from the chilly night air rise on your bare arms.
“I had a really, really good time, Leon.” He grins, rubbing the back of his neck, bicep flexing through his button-up shirt.
“Me too.”
“Look, this sounds crazy—but do you want to come up? Have a nightcap or something?”
Leon’s brain goes blank. He remembered how it felt to have a crush on you—to stare at you from across the police department, watching you as you filed papers or answered phone calls. He remembers how it felt to walk up to your desk, heart pounding, to ask you to dinner. He remembers the roar in his ears when you actually said yes.
After a moment of silence—you feel yourself getting a bit worried—he agrees.
~*~
You two stand in the dim light of your kitchen, chatting over boxed wine. You giggle as you pour it from the box into a regular glass.
“Sorry, I’m a bit low rent.”
“No, no—this is great.” Leon stares intently at you, analyzing your features in this soft lighting. Somehow, you’ve become even more beautiful; his eyes trace the curve of your nose, the arch of your eyebrow, the small upturn of your lips. God, he can’t get enough of you.
Your fingers touch as you hand him the over-filled glass—you let the moment linger longer than necessary, enjoying the small bit of contact.
Conversation is light and easy, just as it had been for the duration of the night. Eventually you make it from the kitchen to the couch, where you sit facing each other, leaning on the seatback.
“Leon, you’re so funny.”
“I think you’re just a cheap laugh.”
“Hey!”
He gives a big smile before reaching out to grab your hand.
“You know, I’ve been waiting a while for this moment.”
“Have you now?”
“Yeah, I mean, you’re gorgeous. I thought that the first time I saw you.” You place your other hand over his, savoring how his warm skin feels against yours.
“Don’t think I was oblivious to your good looks, either.”
“Jeez, that means a lot coming from you.”
You’re quieted by the cuteness of his answer. You take the pause to look deeply in his eyes.
“Um… can I kiss you?” He asks, retracting his hand from yours. Without answering, you lean forward to connect your lips. It’s soft at first, gentle, just barely touching.
You realize quickly that you want a lot more than just a peck.
You scoot closer to him on the couch, deepening the kiss. One hand flies to his hair while the other begins to rub his upper thigh. He’s clearly caught off guard, a sound between a grunt and whine escaping his sealed lips.
You slide your tongue along the slit of his lips, and he eagerly separates them; your tongue enters his mouth as your hand slides higher, higher until your fingers just meet his waistband.
He groans again as your hand reaches under the hem of his shirt, your fingertips touching his bare stomach. It’s so firm—every part of him is irresistibly toned muscle.
You tug on his hair with your other hand, releasing another strained groan. The noise excites you. You want to know what other noises he’ll make, what else you’ll have to do to him to elicit them.
Your lips continue in an easy rhythm, but it’s still not enough for you. You need more.
The hand that was exploring his stomach snakes back down, gripping the bulge that had appeared in his jeans. At that, Leon pulls back. A line of spit connects your lips.
“God, um, do you really want to do that?”
You smile.
“I wouldn’t have touched you if I didn’t want to feel you.”
His face is a beet red. You lean back in, and he meets your lips halfway. You continue to stroke him through his pants before breaking the kiss to leave little pecks along his cheek, up to his ear. His breath has become raggedy.
You whisper:
“I think I’d like to suck you off, Leon.”
“Oh, man.” He reaches out to grab your waist, stroking the curve of it. You push back, moving from your place on the couch to kneel on the ground between his legs. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he mutters.
You begin to work on his belt buckle while he strokes your hair. He lifts his hips up so you can pull down his jeans and boxers. His cock springs out, tip red and leaking. From this angle, it looks massive; you doubt that you’ll be able to take it fully in your mouth.
First, you kiss the tip. You can taste the precum, salty and warm—it leaves your head spinning, a dull pulse appearing between your legs. The moment feels unreal; you’re giving the rookie Leon Kennedy head on the first date.
You then lick a strip from the base to the tip, swirling your tongue around the thick head of it before opening your mouth and taking his cock in your mouth. You start slow, just bobbing gently, before reaching for his hand; you grab his hand, leading it to the back of your head. He catches the idea, collecting your hair into a makeshift ponytail before adding a light pressure.
You suction your cheeks in, making a loud slurping sound while you trace a vein with your tongue.
“Holy shit,” he moans, hips jutting up involuntarily. You gag and he pulls your hair back, cock slipping from between your lips up. You look up at him with teary eyes and spit dripping from your mouth.
“I’m gonna… I don’t want to finish like that.” His eyes dart around your face for a moment, lips parted, gasping. “Can I touch you?” His question comes out barely as a whisper, as if he were too shy to say it out loud. It endears you.
“Of course you can.” You stand up, moving to straddle him on the couch. He stares up at you in total awe, his hands stroking up and down your thighs.
You lean back toward his ear, whispering for him to keep going. His hands slide up from your bare thighs, exposed by your skirt, to fiddle with the hem of your blouse. It takes a bit more encouragement for him to finally reach under your top—he does so with a soft exhale. His hands are calloused yet tender and your skin tingles everywhere they go. His cock is still out, pressing hard against your clothed cunt. The mixture of his precum and your slick has completely soiled your panties.
“Oh, you’re so hot,” he squeaks out, grinding his hips into yours. His hands finally reach the underside of your breasts; your loose blouse allows for full access—you didn’t wear a bra, and this thrills him beyond belief. He looks up at you expectantly before sliding a finger across your nipple. You release your first moan of the night, and he’s completely intoxicated by the sound. The fact he could bring such a noise out of you fills him with confidence and he drops his right hand down to your covered pussy, sliding a finger along your slit. You moan louder, and he rests his head on your chest while his own heaves for air.
He continues to draw shapes along your cunt before you let out a breathy “more”, and he slips his fingers underneath the soaked fabric.
“God, you’re so wet,” Leon moans before teasing your hole with his middle and ring fingers; with a gasp, you sink down onto them. He begins to pump his fingers into you, curling them just right. Breathy, whiny sounds are pushed from your lips, and he stares up at your contorted face.
His other hand stays on your tits, teasing them—the sensations together are almost too much for you to bear. It makes you hungry for what you know is coming: his long, thick cock. At the thought of it, you push his fingers away and out of you.
“Need all of you.” You whisper, and he groans. With that, you slide your panties to the side and drop down onto him. You inhale sharply, straining to fit his entire length.
“Oh god, you’re so—oh, god, I’m not going to last very long,” he whines, moving his hands to brace your hips. He feels as if he’s died and gone to heaven; how did you guys go from chatting over dinner and drinks to fucking raw?
You lift up and down, trying to get to the base of him. Every time you lower onto him you go a centimeter deeper, until suddenly you are flush with his pelvis. He makes an “Aah, aah, aah,” sound before thrusting up into you. You squeal at that, and he grins. Knowing that he has such an effect on you has begun to stroke his ego, and he’s gaining the confidence he needs to fuck you right.
He grabs a firm hold on your hips while thrusting up to a steady rhythm, his strong thighs flexing visibly in the dim light. God, he’s driving you crazy.
“Oh, Leon!” You say his name like a prayer, hoping that he won’t stop, hoping that he’ll keep drilling you just like this.
“Mm, fuck, fuck, I really can’t last,” he mutters as his hand snakes down to rub soft circles around your clit. You feel a coil tightening deep in your core.
His thrusts become jittery as he clearly begins to reach his limit—his fingers continue rubbing you at that constant pace, treating you so good.
“Oh god, oh god, I’m gonna cum in you!”
“Just like that, keep fucking me just like that—”
He moans loudly, and the sight of his head thrown back, hair slicked to his forehead brings you to your climax, and you grind into him, riding it out. He presses hard into your clit, sending ripples through your body.
You collapse down onto him, and he reaches his arms around to hold you. You peck him cheekily before saying:
