his back's to you, a halo of steam above him from the pot on the stove, sweatpants hanging low on his waist, roped muscles on full display.
and his butt. just there, firm, waiting.
your hand acts of its own accord as you pass. a hefty smack, a little squeeze at the curve of his cheek.
something clatters behind you and you're already arching away, squealing. not fast enough, never fast enough, because his hand traps your wrist, his laugh echoing into the small space.
"that all you got?"
and he's pulling you toward him, flat hand up and darting behind you as you twist out of reach, laughter already pushing your abs to their limit.
unsuccessful, he hauls you up and over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. too easy.
unfortunately for him, the angle's in your favor. you bury a finger into the space between his cheeks.
he clenches with a yell, hips jutting forward in an attempt to escape.
then you're sailing through the air, couch cushions caving under your back as his full weight comes down on top of you, his teeth grazing just above your collarbone, lips brushing delicate skin.
"leon!" you bat at him. "the noodles!"
he's up before you finish.
the snap of the dial, the squeak of the moving pot, and he's jogging back just as urgently, his mouth meeting yours as you pull him back home with arms around his neck.
Summary: It has been nearly a week since you last saw your boyfriend, Leon Kennedy. What was supposed to be an innocent date turns into something more when neither of you can seem to keep your hands to yourself.
RE2 Leon Kennedy x Reader ; No Outbreak AU (in which Leon actually gets to work at the RPD)
Read on AO3 here.
Words: 3k
You glanced nervously at the clock. Leon should be here any minute. And there you stood in just a t-shirt and panties, unable to decide between skinny jeans and a short skirt. You'd barely seen your boyfriend this week. Between flu season causing Leon to have to cover shifts and all your coursework piling up, there had barely even been time for phone calls, let alone dates. Which means it had been well over a week since you and Leon had fooled around. You sighed heavily. You were dying for it at this point. You would have been fine with skipping the date and heading straight to bed as soon as he got here. But you knew he really wanted to see this movie. And being the gentleman that he is, he liked to romance you before you got dirty.
A knock on your apartment door snapped you out of your thoughts. Smiling ear to ear, you darted from your bedroom to greet him. You threw open the door and practically launched yourself into his arms. Though taken by surprise, he caught you with ease, warm hands gripping the underside of your thighs as your legs wrapped around his waist. "That's a nice way to say hello," Leon said. You couldn't see his face seeing as yours was currently nuzzled into his neck, but you could hear the smile in voice.
"I missed you this week," you said, lifting your head to pepper his face with kisses.
"I missed you too," he grinned, stepping inside and kicking the door shut behind him. He deposited you gently on your kitchen counter. You both fell silent a moment, taking each other in. Leon glanced down and a faint blush spread across his cheeks. "Are you, um… are you almost ready?"
You tilted your head, confused at his sudden bashfulness. You followed his gaze and… oh, right. You had been so excited to see him that you never actually put your pants on. You found it incredibly endearing that despite the months you two had been together, you could still make him blush so easily.
You hopped off the counter, giving him another peck on the cheek before sauntering off to finish getting ready. "I'll be right back," you said, then added playfully, "unless you want to come help me." You watched him turn an even deeper shade of scarlet. "Kidding. I know we're already running late." Not that you would have said no.
Okay. Skirt or jeans, you thought. It was pretty cold outside, but… well, you knew how crazy your little skirts drove Leon. You grinned mischievously. Skirt and tights it is.
You sat in the passenger seat of Leon's Jeep, the movie on the drive-in screen long forgotten. The date Leon had planned was really nice. He'd gotten you both takeout from your favorite place to bring to the movie. He brought bags of candy to eat after dinner. He even thought to bring blankets to insulate you from the winter chill. Leon Kennedy was by far the most thoughtful guy you had ever dated. It made your heart ache with fondness.
But the ache that was far more intense at the moment was the one between your legs. It had started as just a simple touch; Leon's hands had gone from absentmindedly playing with your fingers to laying on your thigh. Then his fingers started ghosting over your skin, feather-light touches rising higher and higher up your leg. Your breath hitched and you stifled a moan, covering it up with a cough.
"You okay, baby?" he whispered.
"Yeah," you lied, voice cracking slightly.
He ceased his strokes and brought his hand up to your face, giving you a quick peck on the lips. "Let me go get you something to drink."
You sighed as he left the car for the concession stand. He could be so oblivious at times. It was like he had no clue what he did to you. Or how hot he was. Or how good his hands felt, the way he just intuitively knew the exact way to rub your clit to make you cum in record time… He might have this blushing awkwardness at times, but he really knew how to please.
You rubbed your thighs together desperately. You needed any relief you could get. It's not like you could touch yourself right here with all these other cars around you… or could you? Remembering the blankets Leon had brought, an idea formed in your head. You spread the blanket over your lap, hand sliding underneath. Just enough to take the edge off, you told yourself. You hiked your skirt up under the blanket and pushed your already damp panties to the side. A sigh of relief escaped your lips as your middle finger came to your clit, eyes fluttering shut-
The car door opened and you nearly jumped out of your skin, hand immediately retracting from under the blanket. "Thank you, honey," you said, feigning innocence and taking the drink from Leon.
He chuckled softly as he slid back inside. "Did I scare you?"
"A little. Didn't think you'd be so fast," you said.
Leon immediately picked up on the slight tremble in your voice and frowned. He brought the back of his hand up to your forehead. "Baby, you're sweating. Are you sure you feel okay?" he said, brow furrowing in concern.
You groaned internally. This was getting embarrassing. How could you tell him you were so turned on by him barely touching you? You settled for a lie. "It's nothing, Leon."
His hand moved again to your thigh to rub it comfortingly. This time, you couldn't hold back the sigh. Your face went hot as you watched the realization hit him. He laughed in soft surprise, the corner of his mouth quirking up. "Is that what's wrong, baby? You missed me that bad?" he murmured into your ear. The feeling of his warm breath tickling your neck sent shivers down your spine.
You whined and nodded, gasping when his lips brushed the sensitive spot just below your ear. He continued like that for a minute, lips trailing oh so gently down your neck. You squirmed in your seat as you grew wetter and wetter. He pulled away from your neck, only to turn your face gently toward his and capture your lips instead.
You pulled on his bottom lip, eliciting a soft moan from him. Hands came up to tangle in his hair. His own came to rest on the back of your neck, pulling you in even closer. He swept his tongue across your lip, and you responded in kind, your own tongue slipping into his mouth. Desperate for more, your hand drifted down from his hair to his chest, then down to his waistband. Just as your hand was about to slip down his pants, he gripped your wrist and tugged you away gently.
"Baby," he said with breathy chuckle, "we can't. There are people."
You shrugged carelessly. "That's what the blanket is for."
He rested his forehead against yours, laughing again. "Anyone who looks over here is going to know what's happening," he said.
You slumped back against the seat and pouted. He was right, of course. It was a bad idea. But that didn't help temper your desire at all. If anything, it made the idea even more intoxicating.
"Though… the movie is pretty boring. Maybe we could slip out of here early."
You perked up at that. "Yes," you breathed.
Leon smiled and settled back into the driver's seat, readjusting himself in his pants as he did so. You could see the outline of his dick prominently in his well-fitting jeans. He looked rock hard. All that and you hadn't even truly touched him yet. Not that you were in any better shape; if you were damp before, you were absolutely soaked now. Thank goodness you guys had gotten to the movie a little late and were parked in the back. It made for a quick getaway.
Leon pulled onto the main road. The air in the car was thick with anticipation. You sighed and rolled your hips in the seat. It was at least a twenty minute drive to either of your places. Normally a perfectly acceptable distance, but an eternity when you were this desperate. You spotted a turn off down some back roads and a light-bulb went off in your head. A very dirty, very mischievous light-bulb.
"Turn right here," you said.
Leon looked at you skeptically. "Thought you were in a hurry to get home?"
"It's a shortcut. Trust me."
He complied and turned down the dark road. You waited a minute until you were sure the street was empty. Once you were far enough down the road and you hadn't passed anyone, you twisted in your seat toward Leon. Leaning over the center console, you brought your lips to his neck and began to kiss him gently. He took in a shuddering breath. Emboldened, you reached down to palm his dick through his jeans. His breath hitched dramatically. You smirked against his neck. He really was hard.
"Honey," he gasped, "that's not… safe. I- I can't drive like that." One of his hands came to rest on top of yours as you continued your slow strokes, but he made no real attempt to stop you.
"Then pull over," you whispered in his ear, voice low. He let out a breath and gripped the steering wheel harder, considering your suggestion. Then, after just a few short seconds, the car slowed and moved over to the grassy shoulder. "Good boy." He let out a real moan this time, one that went straight to your core. "Back seat, now," you said.
He nodded vigorously, already undoing his seatbelt and opening his door to move to the back. "Yes ma'am," he breathed. You climbed eagerly over the center to meet him there.
No time was wasted before your lips were colliding messily once more. Leon laid you down gently, his mouth never leaving yours. His knee came up to push your legs apart as he moved his kisses to the underside of your jaw with the perfect amount of teeth and tongue. A gasp of pleasure escaped you as his knee pressed against your clothed pussy. You fumbled to undo his belt and zipper while you ground yourself on his knee, desperate for the extra friction. Your hand finally slipped under his pants and found his dick, thick and warm and already leaking precum. Your thumb traced his weeping tip, spreading the warm fluid as you began to stroke him slowly. He moaned into your mouth, and his knee pressed more firmly into you.
"Leon," you gasped.
"I know, baby," he groaned back. His dick twitched in your hand. "Stop," he panted. "I'm too close. Don't…don't want to finish yet."
In a swift movement that you left you dazed, Leon scooped you up and repositioned himself to be sitting upright, putting you in his lap to straddle him. His hand reached down to hike up your skirt, and he slowly slid his hand under the waistband of your panties. His longer fingers traced a delicate line from your pussy to your clit, gathering the wetness that had pooled there.
"So wet, baby," he sighed. He continued teasing, fingers barely ghosting over your swollen clit.
And you couldn't take it anymore. "Leon, please," you begged.
"Please what? What do you need, beautiful?"
You let out a shaky breath, walls clenching around nothing. This was the Leon no one else knew. The one only you got to see. The one who knew how to take control in bed and make you see stars. He might be a blushing mess when you teased him, but he knew how to give it right back.
"Please. Make me cum, Leon, please."
His bright blue eyes bore into yours as he obliged your request. Deft fingers worked on your clit, drawing circles with just enough pressure to have you throwing your head back in pleasure. "Oh god, don't stop," you moaned.
"Wouldn't dream of it," Leon smirked.
The coil in your stomach tightened rapidly. "Leon," you moaned his name again.
He leaned forward until his mouth was right by your ear. "Do you want my fingers inside you?" he muttered.
You nodded your head quickly. "Y-yes. Yes, Leon, please," you stammered.
His fingers withdrew from your clit, and you whined at the momentary loss of contact. Then your pleasure doubled as two fingers slid easily into you. They curled inside you, hitting the spot Leon knew drove you wild. All the while, the heel of his hand continued to press against your clit. Your hips rolled against his hand, sending a shockwave of pleasure through your body. The tightness in your abdomen continued to grow as your hips rocked against his hand faster and harder.
"Let go, baby," he said. The gentle encouragement was enough to send you over the edge. The coil snapped and you came with a cry, walls clenching around thick fingers.
Dizzy with pleasure, your head came forward to rest against his shoulder as his hand withdrew from your center. He stroked your hair as you waited for your breathing to even out.
"You liked that?" he teased.
You let out a small laugh. "Very much."
You could still feel how hard he was underneath you. You rolled your hips ever so slightly. He let out a small breath. Eager to give him the same satisfaction he had just given you, you continued your movements, moving yourself up and down his length. The friction of your wet underwear against his jeans was enough to get you worked up again. You could tell it was the same for him by the way his breath was growing ragged; you picked up the pace, one hand gripping his shoulder while the other made its way back to your clit. His head tipped back in pleasure, the sound of his moans filling the car.
"I think I - I'm gonna cum again," you panted.
His hands gripped your hips, pushing you down to grind against him even more firmly. His own hips bucked against yours, his breath coming out in pants. He let out a broken moan as you leaned down to attack his neck once more; the sound and feeling of him desperately grinding his clothed dick against your core was enough to send you spiraling into your second orgasm of the night.
He followed immediately after, his firm grip stilling your hips. You watched in excitement as he spilled into his pants, hot release leaving a sticky wet spot on his jeans. The tips of his ears turned pink as he realized what he had just done. A wicked grin spread across your face. "You liked that?" you cooed, repeating his own words back to him.
He threw an arm over his face to hide from you. "Clearly," he muttered in embarrassment.
Still smiling, you pulled his arm away, moving to kiss his cheek sweetly. "Don't be embarrassed," you whispered. "I loved it."
"I know," he said as he regained some composure. His lips pulled upward into a teasing smile. "You came twice."
Unashamed, you captured his lips in a sensual kiss. "Want to see if we can make it three?"
He laughed softly against your lips. "I'll take that challenge."
He deepened the kiss, rubbing his hands up and down your back. You stayed like this for several minutes, enjoying the slower pace. The only two people in the world right now were you and him. Bodies pressed together, sweat clinging to your skin despite the frigid air outside the car.
That illusion shattered when a firm knock on the window sent you both springing apart. It was only then you noticed the flash of red and blue lights. Your heart dropped and you looked at Leon with wide eyes. "Fuck," he sighed as he ran a hand over his face. You made quick work of moving your skirt back down to cover yourself, sliding away to sit as far from Leon as you could. He zipped up his pants and rolled the window down. The officer beamed his flashlight into the backseat.
"Lieutenant Branagh," he greeted his superior, the shame evident in his voice. You glanced over at your boyfriend. His face burned red, and his hands were folded in his lap in a feeble attempt to conceal damp patch on his jeans… and the tent in his pants where his erection had already started to grow again from your little make-out session.
The lieutenant's face was blank as he looked back and forth between the two of you. "Everything alright here?"
Leon looked like a deer in the headlights. "Um…"
"We were just… hanging out," you said. You cringed internally. No way he was buying that.
Marvin sighed and shook his head. "Of course. Why don't you guys… finish 'hanging out' at home?"
"Yes, sir," you both mumbled sheepishly.
"And Rookie," he said, "don't let this happen again." His voice was stern, but you could see the amusement in his eyes. He returned to his vehicle, flipping the lights off and pulling away. Your shoulders sagged in relief.
"That could have been worse."
Leon buried his face in his hands. "Are you kidding me? He's never going to let me live this down."
You shrugged and exited the backseat to move back into the front. Leon started the car back up and pulled back onto the road. "At least it wasn't Chris."
He barked out a laugh. "Yeah, I guess that would have been worse."
Comfortable silence settled in the car as you both relaxed. His hand reached out to intertwine with yours. "So," he began, glancing at you out of the corner if his eye, "when we get home… how about that next round?"
You looked over at him in surprise. "Absolutely," you breathed.
it sickens me that there are so many men that simply never engage with anything made by women and they don't question it and they aren't questioned about it. they don't listen to music by women or read books written by women or watch movies written and directed by women or stop to look at paintings by women at museums and they're just allowed to go thru life never considering women as artists with no challenge or criticism whatsoever. meanwhile as a woman it's impossible to escape the male artistic point of view
seeing people say "this trope has been done to death" as if that's ever stopped anyone from eating bread. BREAD HAS BEEN DONE TO DEATH FOR LITERALLY THOUSANDS OF YEARS AND WE STILL WANT MORE BREAD. write your chosen one AU. write your coffee shop meet-cute. write your 47th iteration of "there was only one bed" because guess what??? we're still hungry.
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so exhausted by how fundamentally anti-human the capitalist world has become. like ageing, getting fat, being slightly inefficient, and making mediocre art are all extremely normal and extremely human activities, why is every corporation trying to convince us to spend all our money fighting that
