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[resident-kennedy49]

Hypothermia // NSFW Leon Kennedy x fem! Reader

Summary: You take down a monster but it has one last surprise for you – a polar plunge. Leon's forced to go in after you. Once you're free of the ice, you've got to go get warm, fast.

WC: 4.5k

CW: NSFW, minors DNI, you and Leon are partnered DSO agents, monster fight, no use of y/n, no mention of ages, reader put in peril, reader is injured, shared body heat, sex in the back of the Porsche, first time (together), unprotected p in v, creampie, synchronized orgasms, sort of aftercare (Leon is sweet and attentive), I'm so incredibly not kidding half of this is porn

Notes: MINORS DNI

The root of the problem is there are too many fucking limbs to keep track of.

The monster’s knotted, slimy arms – if you could call them such – are clawed into the ground, keeping it pulled onto the shore, and it has plenty more to swing and slam and bludgeon with, swatting at you and Leon running around like you’re nothing more than pestering flies. After an initial trial of overwhelm, you’re learning: shoot for the bends to shatter joints, hit the ground when it swings then immediately roll to avoid the follow-up slam meant to unite you with the dirt. Permanently.

There’s an additional complication.

“It’s a fucking hydra!” Leon shouts.

It’s a fucking hydra. You’re dealing with more limbs now than when it had burst out of the frozen lake and charged you, with a screech so piercing it still rings in your ears. This changes things, if you don’t want to end up popped like a sauce packet on the patchy grass bank.

“Fuck.”

You have to keep moving, but you’re not shooting at it now. You’re reassessing, heart pounding, breath loud in your ears and visible in the cold, grey air. Leon grunts as he dives clear of a slamming limb, rolling to his feet and dodging the bullwhip crack of another arm.

Your gaze locks on the grenade hanging from his belt. A plan fills in behind your singular focus.

He sees you half a second before you slam into him at full tilt, no time to slow down, but his stance is wide enough that it doesn’t knock him over.

“What–!”

You meet his eyes. You can see the next threat in your periphery; your one, his six, another slimy limb coming in hot. He’s realizing where your hand is. It all happens in the space of a heartbeat.

“Spicy meatball,” you explain, then drop him by kicking your heel into the back of his knee, folding it. Your grip on the grenade yanks it free of his belt and you hold it up over your head as the hydra’s arm, great ugly claw-hand open, misses Leon on the ground and grabs you, ripping you into the air. Leon shouts your name but it’s lost under an ear-splitting, triumphant screech.

The monster’s clutching you too tight, you're gasping for air. Your dominant arm is free, grenade in hand, even if your other arm is squashed in against your side. The fucker’s whipping you around like a litigiously unregulated county fair ride; black edges your vision and your head pounds horribly. You manage to arm the grenade with your teeth and grip it, breathless, waiting.

You need the hydra to screech again. You need the great stinking mouth open, throwing saliva and mucus past rows of needle teeth, the perfect basket in which to throw your one and only egg.

Leon’s already caught on.

A single splattering gunshot splits the air and the monster jerks, limbs flying skyward as it screams in fury; you’re helplessly along for the ride, heaved almost directly above it – and here’s your window.

You drop the grenade. It goes right down the gullet.

The explosion ruptures the monster’s body cavity in a great geyser of green and black gore. Its limbs thrash and flail, whipping high, slamming into the ground. You brace as the arm gripping you speeds for the ground, but then it swings you around and back up, your stomach lurching violently, and –

It throws you.

Your heart and lungs hitch, suspended; time runs slow as you arc high, tumbling, too high, way too high – and start falling. You see where you’re going to land and curl yourself into a ball, protecting your head and neck.

Your body blows a hole right through the lake ice, plunging into the freezing water below.

Leon’s already running.

The hydra is nothing but a tangled, limp, caved-in pile of slop, disregarded the second Leon saw you go airborne. He’s running, stripping off his jacket, ripping open the buckles on his chest rig, tearing off his tac belt, leaving a trail of weapons and ammunition and nylon webbing strewn in his wake. He reaches the bank in his street clothes, shoes skidding to a stop just before the water, breath loud in his ears and visible in the air.

The jagged crater you left in the ice is still sloshing dark, slushy water.

You haven’t come up for air.

“Fuck.”

He looks down at the scuffed grey ice pack, gauges the distance to you, and sprints.

The ice groans and cracks under his feet; he keeps moving. He closes the gap, every pounding footfall turbulence that fractures the lake ice in great echoing snaps, the whole thick sheet weakened by the violence of your intrusion. Finally, with a leap that calves the ice beneath him, Leon dives into the freezing water after you.

The shock of the cold pulls on Leon’s lungs, he has to fight against the primal instinct to gasp. His limbs are immediately leaden, but he doesn't stop moving. The flat grey daylight barely filters through the murky ice above and the water is dark with disturbed silt. He kicks towards the lakebed in search of you, his pounding heartbeat a timer counting down.

Something that looks like a branch solidifies into your arm, limp hand floating in a slack reach skyward. Leon grabs your wrist, hauling your dead weight towards himself, hooking his arms underneath your shoulders and swimming up for the gap in the ice.

He heaves in air when your heads breach the surface.

You do not.

“Don’t you dare,” he growls through gritted teeth, and manages to slide you up onto the ice pack, pushing you clear as he kicks his legs up behind himself and drags flat onto the ice beside you. He moves you onto a thick, uncracked stretch of ice and pushes you onto your back, plugging your nose and forcing air into your mouth.

You choke, spurting dirty lake water, rolling onto your side and spitting up more, coughing and heaving. You try to prop yourself up on your elbow, your throat raw and tight, nose stinging and burning. Your eyes are blurry when you open them, your ears are waterlogged. You squeeze your eyes shut and blink them clear enough to see what keeps pulling at you.

It’s Leon, wet and pale, saying something to you, his eyes intense. You squint at his mouth, trying to read his lips because your ears might as well have been left underwater for all the good they’re doing you.

Get up

We need to move

Can you “hear me? We have to go, now!”

As if to punctuate his statement, the ice below you jerks, a crack scything underneath your body like a bolt of lightning. You recoil onto your hip and Leon pulls at your arm, pulls you up, the ice creaking and popping under your shoes.

“Run!”

It’s a bit much to ask.

You do your best, stumbling after Leon, short on breath and coughing. You’d impacted the ice with your left shoulder, the force ramming your curled arm into your ribs, hard. That side is tight and painful, and you know you’re too frozen to feel the full extent of it yet. It’s really not gonna be pretty.

Your foot catches on a rising gap in the ice and trips you; you slide and weakly scramble back to your feet. Ahead of you, Leon’s almost to the shore.

You’re almost there.

You hit the bank on your hands and knees, gasping. Your fingers, clawing into the crumbling dirt, are pale, the nail beds blue. You can barely feel the dry grit of the cold earth under your hands.

Leon grabs the collar of your jacket and yanks you to standing.

“Keep moving. Keep moving, come on.” He grabs your hand, already running, pulling you after him.

You half-register the scattered bullet clips, weaponry, and leather jacket on the bank as you run in Leon’s wake. You pass the fuckass hydra; it’s nothing but a gelatinous stinking puddle that you quickly leave behind.

The thin, brittle air razors through your lungs, freezing and metallic. The bitter wind axes at you. You can’t feel your extremities; you keep stumbling and it’s slowing you down. Leon looks back just in time to watch you actually fall, tripping in a rut, knees slamming into the ground. He runs back to you and helps you up. You’re both breathing shallow, wracked with tremors, teeth chattering and skin close to blue.

“Almost there. Come on.”

Leon’s car is half-hidden behind a broken fence and an overgrown shrub, parked haphazard on the dry, patchy grass. He hits the driver’s side door with more momentum than he meant to, pressing his thumb to the door handle; it unlocks and he yanks it open. You hear the whole car unlock, the lights flashing, and he slaps the driver’s door shut in favor of the backseat.

“Get in. Get in!”

You slip in the back passenger’s door just as he slides in on the other side, the both of you slamming the doors on the freezing wind. Leon immediately grabs the hem of his soaked shirt, peeling it over his head and dumping it over the headrests into the trunk. It lands with a wet plap.

“Wet stuff in the back,” he says, twisting over the seats to grab something out of the trunk. It’s a duffel; he grunts in frustration when his numb fingers fail at first to catch the handle but then he drags it into the backseat while you’re struggling out of your soaked jacket and shoving it over the backrests. It lands with an even wetter plorp.

You’re still wearing your chest rig; your numb, stiff fingers can’t get the fucking plastic buckles to open.

“Fuck!”

There’s a sharp snk noise; Leon shoves your hands clear and slips a folding knife under the nylon webbing of your rig. The straps pull taut and dig into your injured side, but then he’s cut clean through the belts and he’s helping untangle it from your arms. The buckles clatter against the back windshield as you throw it in the trunk. Leon uses the knife to make quick work of his shoelaces, kicking his soaked and muddy shoes into the footwell, then he leans across and holds your ankles steady, cutting your bootlaces while you peel your shirt up over your head. Your side screams at the stretch and you rasp out a cry of pain.

Your left side is already violently bruised, livid and dark against the pale blanch of your goosepimpled skin. You’re caught for a moment by the horrible picture it makes, trying to remember to breathe.

“Jesus,” Leon says in agreement. In your periphery, he’s struggling with his waterlogged skinny jeans and there’s suddenly a lot more skin above the line of his waistband; the denim sucked his boxer briefs halfway down his hips before he managed to shove the jeans to his knees and off. He throws the jeans in the back, pulls the waistband of his underwear up, and again he’s in your space undoing your useless fucking tac belt that your frozen fingers can’t open. His hands are just as cold and numb as your own, why the fuck do they work better than yours?

Wind gusts against the outside of the car, scratching the scraggly branches of the nearby shrub against the doors. You feel a draft even through the sealed door. Your teeth are clacking uncontrollably.

“Can we get the fucking heat running?” You shove your pants and boots into the trunk, smearing mud on the leather seat. Leon’s rooting through the duffel again.

“No.”

“No?”

“The keys are in my coat.”

“The fuck kind of agent are you? Hotwire the car.”

“Smart, when I can’t feel my hands,” he says, and shoves the duffel into the footwell, tearing open a passport-sized plastic package with his teeth and turning towards you on the seat. “Come here.”

He shakes out the mylar safety blanket and you realize exactly what’s going to have to happen, here. It’s a thought you’ve had triaged as a last-resort solution while stripping semi-nude in the backseat of his car; now it turns out it’s your only solution. He’s scooting to lay down across the backseat and you’re going to have to get on top of him. He’s scooting to lay down across the backseat in nothing but wet cotton boxer briefs and you’re going to have to get on top of him in nothing but a wet bra and panties, and then he’s going to close you both in under the mylar blanket to trap heat like you’re a fucking turkey in a roasting pan.

Fuck.

You clench your jaw against your chattering teeth and don’t let yourself hesitate. There’s no can or can’t here – you’re both freezing, this is life or death. So you climb up over him in the limited space available, helping to pull the mylar blanket around you and tuck it in under your shins, under his head and shoulders, sealing you together into a lumpy, creased foil bubble.

It’s not pitch black like you'd hoped. The mylar filters the grey daylight into a dim, intimate dusk. You can still see Leon’s face clearly, on your hands and knees above him; you could count his eyelashes if you could bear to look him in the eyes. You keep your head down and focus on the uncontrollable chatter of your teeth, the way your whole body is shivering unpleasantly, and not the way his knees are framing your hips. He’s too tall for the backseat.

Your disloyal stomach flutters when you feel his hand brush your darkened side.

“How are your ribs?” He presses his thumb carefully against the darkest patch, low on your ribcage, where your elbow impacted. You hiss and jerk away.

“Tenderized, Leon. Ow."

“How bad?”

“I don’t… think anything’s broken.”

“Deep breath in.”

You oblige, slow and careful, your ribs expanding over your lungs. It stings horribly, your skin feels too tight, but nothing stabs you. His hand rides the motion of your ribs, feeling for telltale hitches or jerks. It’s nothing but clinical.

“Alright,” he says, quiet. He eases his touch but doesn’t drop it away. You’re staring at your hand in the crumpled landscape of the mylar blanket over Leon’s shoulder, because everything else is his naked skin.

His hand moves from your side to your arm, fingers close to the bend in your elbow like he means to fold it.

“You gotta get down on me."

You want to laugh but your side only lets you make a pained huff through your chattering teeth.

"Nice one, icebrain. Lemme loop HR in real quick."

“The air pocket only works if one of us is warm,” he says, steamrolling the comment. And he’s right.

Fuck.

"I don't know where you think my knees are going."

You have to play some strange and painful backseat Twister, the foil blanket complicating shit by clinging to your damp skin and hair, but then you’ve puzzled yourselves together so you can drop onto him with a put-upon huff.

He hisses and pushes you back up by the shoulders.

“Fuck, how much water is in that thing?”

You both look down at your high-impact bra. Squeezed between the two of you, it's now weeping drops of frigid water down your stomach. It's also left an imprint across Leon's chest, wet enough to bead up and roll towards his armpits.

“You can’t be wearing that.”

“Leon–“

"No, this isn't an argument. That's over your heart."

Yes, but. It's also over your breasts. Preventing them from being all over Leon. All over Leon's naked skin.

"Do you trust me?"

You don't even hesitate, because that's the easy question.

"Yes."

It's a zip-front bra. His fingers touch the zipper.

"Okay?" His gaze is holding yours, strong, a promise to keep his eyes up.

It’s taking all your energy to appear calm and unaffected right now.

“Yeah. Fine."

It’s a relief, actually, the compression easing as he pulls the zipper down, releasing entirely when the sides come apart. It’s easier to breathe. He pushes the straps from your shoulders, brushes them down your arms until you can drop the soaked bra into the footwell, tucking the foil blanket back in place. His chest, still cold, feels warm against your freezing breasts.

He rubs the damp, freezing skin of your back, paying special attention to the deep impressions left by the bra seams like he can smooth them out, putty under his fingers.

“Do you know you're doing that.”

He stops. You shift, shoulderblades rolling under his hands.

“I didn't tell you to stop,” you say.

“Yes ma'am.”

Your head is turned away from his, because otherwise your nose would be right against his cheek. You have to maintain at least one boundary in the smoking ruin of all the others. He keeps stroking your back; the gentle flats of his palms, the firm pads of his fingers. You’re starting to feel like putty.

Your eyelids are heavy.

“Is it bad to fall asleep?”

He pinches you hard and you jolt away from it, knocking against the seatback. Your injured side flares with pain.

“Fuck! You ass,” you gasp, poking him hard between the ribs. He jerks under you, cursing, and you brace for retaliation, but he’s gone still.

And you register why.

His face is right under yours, noses almost touching. You’re sharing breath.

And something else is different.

“…Where are your hands?”

You know where they are. He moves them from your hips up to your back again.

“Good boy.”

You don’t know what fucking possessed you. It sounded like a joke in your head, but released into the narrow space between your faces it’s far more charged than that, because of course it is. You’re hearing it now, where it’s too late to take it back. You still have a brain like a frozen chicken cutlet, fucking cold and smooth, he has to understand–

He’s breathing out hot against your mouth, pushing his hands down to the small of your back, pressing your body tighter against his, and it ignites something sharp and fervid in your belly.

“Shit,” you whisper, and kiss him.

He meets it. He kisses you back like he’s just been waiting, gathering the damp hair at your nape with one hand, blunt nails scraping the skin of your neck. His other hand goes lower, the heel of his palm digging in, fingers gripping your ass. You gasp and roll your hips, body lighting up.

“Fuck,” he says into your mouth. “Careful with your side.”

“You be careful with my side.”

“Damn.”

“Shut up.” You fist his hair and pull his head back, kissing the taut line of his neck under his ear, scraping your teeth against the skin. He’s got both hands on your ass now, sliding his fingers under the sides of your panties to gather the fabric into a thong, palming the cool skin of your bared cheeks. You hum, rolling your hips again.

“You’ve got a fixation.”

“Yeah,” he agrees, unashamed. He smooths his hands down your thighs where they’re framing his sides, his fingertips digging in. You’re sitting on his pelvis, grinding on nothing but the flat of his low abdomen, his thighs closed behind your ass, his knees pressed to the car door. You kiss his mouth, open and loose, and speak against it.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but are you that cold?”

“Don’t be rude.”

You stop moving, pushing up to stare down at him. “Are you serious?”

“No.” He opens his legs, shifting his hips, and you gasp when you feel him against your ass. You shift back, rubbing yourself against the hardening length of his dick, the lake-wet fabric of your underwear dragging together, no longer cold and clammy where you’re touching. His breath tumbles hot from his open mouth, hips rolling to meet you.

“Fuck, Leon.” If this is him with shrinkage, how the hell has he been packing all that into skinny jeans all these years?

He’s watching you, his eyes half-lidded, hands on your naked waist. You sit up more, tipping your head back, running your hands along his forearms as you drag your wet pussy along the firm heat of his cock.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he tells you, molten. You groan, arching.

“Jesus. Keep talking like that.”

“Yeah?” He tugs you by the arms to bring you lower, kissing your neck with an open mouth, his scruff lightly scratching your skin and making you shiver. His hands find your breasts, thumbs circling your nipples, and your breath hitches. “Fuck, I’ve wanted to touch you like this.”

You laugh, just a teasing exhale against his lips. “What, cold and injured?”

He’s pulling the fabric of your panties to one side, holding it there, out of the way. You moan when he rubs his fingers through your drenched folds, slow.

“Naked and wet,” he growls, teeth grazing your shoulder. You whimper and thread your fingers into his hair, gripping, gasping when he circles your clit. Your hips jerk erratically; he’s mouthing kisses up the side of your neck, nipping lightly, then speaking against your skin, his voice subterranean.

“What do you want?”

Holy shit. You don’t remember what it feels like to be cold, anymore. Your body’s on fire. You’ve maybe never been this turned on in your life, and all this after a fucking ice bath.

“Take yourself out," you tell him. "I wanna feel you.”

The first drag of your wet cunt along the satin heat of his naked cock has him groaning, his hips rocking helplessly. You glide on him like that, wetting his dick, feeling it jump and throb between your pussy lips. You prop yourself up on his shoulders, pressing him down into the seat, grinding your clit firm against the head of his cock with little gyrations of your hips. He’s gripping your waist, mouth open, just watching you.

“I’ve never seen you so speechless,” you tell him.

“I’ve – shit – never seen you riding me.”

“Mm. Lucky day.”

“I know.”

“Any last words?”

“What?”

You cant your hips back, reaching down to guide the glistening head of Leon’s cock to your entrance. His fingers tighten on your sides, breathing in sharp.

“Be careful,” he says.

“You’re sweet,” you tell him, bearing down with little adjustments, caging his dick in place with your fingers. The tip of him presses into your tight wet heat and Leon gasps, head thumping back against the seat. You stare at the display of his body below you; the taut stretch of his neck, the flush of his chest, the tight muscles of his stomach as he works to keep his hips still, letting you control this. You take him into you in increments, the burning stretch of him blurring into white-hot pleasure, the length of him making your thighs shake before you’re finally fully seated, the throbbing heat of him bottomed out inside of you, filling you deep. You drop forward, hands on his shoulders, panting.

“Are you okay?”

You manage a nod. “God, Leon.”

He moves his hips, just a small adjustment, experimental. You gasp, lifting to half-mast him, sliding back down. He’s so thick.

Your thighs are shaking too much and you don’t exactly have the room to adjust. You lean down, desperate.

“Fuck me.”

He doesn’t need telling twice. He grips your ass, pushing you down into every thrust of his hips, long and slow at first so you can feel every inch, grinding tight against you when he bottoms out. He uses your breath by his ear as a barometer, picking up the pace, the wet glide turning into a wet slap, and turns his head to catch your moans in his mouth.

“Think you can come like this?”

“Limited menu of options, garçon,” you pant. There’s no fucking space back here.

“Tip your hips down,” he says.

You do; he slams in deep, grinding, putting delicious pressure on your clit. You cry out.

“Fuck, like that Leon!”

He pulls your earlobe into his mouth, sucking lightly, resuming the faster slap of his hips.

“Yes, ma’am,” he says, filthy, and jesus christ, he is going to get an orgasm out of you. Almost just did.

“Shit,” you gasp. “Are you close?”

“Do you want me to be?”

You clench around him and he groans, hips stuttering.

“Fuck. I am if you do that,” he gasps. You do it again and he buries deep to grind on you, like he’s warring you, fighting to set you off first.

“Fuck, I’m close, I’m close,” you whimper, bouncing on him, stalling for time. He’s got you right on the edge and you don’t wanna go over yet. “With me. Come with me.”

He curses, fucking into you hard and fast, thrusts starting to go erratic. You keep a litany of babble going in his ear, obscene, feeling him catching up, drawing tight; and then he’s bottoming out hard against you, groaning brokenly as he pulses deep inside of you, your walls convulsing as the final slap of his hips sends you tumbling over the edge with him.

When you come back down to earth, the foil blanket is askew, his leg sticking out in the passenger’s side footwell, your forearm dangling in the driver’s side footwell. You’re lying bonelessly on top of Leon, riding the heaving of his chest as you both catch your breath. He pulls the mylar down to the middle of your back and the cold air raises new goosebumps on your flushed skin.

"I think that did the trick,” he says.

You hum, your eyes closed, face pressed to the side of Leon’s neck. He runs his thumb lightly along the dewy column of your spine.

“How’s your side?”

“Stings.”

He’s still inside you, starting to slip free as he softens. He gently pulls out and your forehead creases, a grumpy noise escaping you.

“Hey,” he says, soft. You don’t lift your head, it feels like too much effort. He shifts under you and you grumble your displeasure, but he’s just resettling you so you’re not leaning your bruised side so heavily against the seatback. He cards his fingers through your hair, pulling it back from your sweaty temple.

“I’m going to sleep,” you murmur. “Try to pinch me again and see what happens.”

He laughs, just a short rumble low in his chest.

“Worked out fine the first time.”

You smile, eyes closed, and tuck your arm in under his body.

“Beginner’s luck.”

There’s a lot of shit to do. There’s kit to grab from the beach, samples to take from the hydra, clothes to dry, reports to fill out, bruises to heal, complex developments to talk through with your partner.

But right now, there’s just Leon’s heartbeat and steady breathing beneath you, his fingers combing lazily through your hair, and you’re pretty sure it’s all gonna work out okay.

On AO3

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[rinvvii]

are you done barking, baby?; leon Kennedy

summary: you come back from a mission with leon, furious at how reckless he was, and you spend the next hour following him around headquarters yelling at him. but leon isn’t really listening to the anger—he’s watching how you won’t let him out of your sight, and slowly realizes it was never just anger.

pairings: leon kennedy x reader

RIN'S NOTE: I first came across this idea on tiktok. Her account is @/oglexistar, and I love her sm. She is hilarious. She has a lot going on with her content, so you guys should follow her. While watching this video, all I can think about is Leon, even though her idea is supposed to be Gojo from JJK which is also making me giggle about it too hehe. I hope it was fun for all of you!

【 WC 1.66k 】

The mission had been over for almost an hour.

Unfortunately, your anger had not.

"You are unbelievable."

Leon didn't even look up.

The man had the audacity to be sitting at a workbench in the armory, calmly disassembling his handgun while you followed him around headquarters like an extremely angry shadow.

"You drove a motorcycle through a second-story window."

A click. A magazine dropped into his hand.

"It worked."

"It was insane."

"It was effective."

You stared at the side of his head. Leon Kennedy, apparently, had chosen today to be the most irritating man alive.

"You know what?" you continued. "I don't even know why I bother arguing with you."

"That's a good question."

Your eye twitched. Across the room, another agent wisely decided to leave. Coward.

Leon continued cleaning his weapon as if you weren't standing there mentally preparing several crimes.

The worst part?

He wasn't even trying to defend himself. That somehow made it worse.

"You almost got yourself killed."

"Didn't."

"That's not the point."

"Hm."

That stupid sound. That stupid, knowing sound. You pointed at him immediately.

"Stop doing that."

"Doing what?"

"That."

"Very specific."

"Oh my God."

Leon chuckled under his breath. You wanted to throw something at him. Instead, you followed him when he stood. Of course you did.

He moved from the armory to the hallway.

You followed.

“What you did on the mission is unbelievable!”

Then the break room.

You followed.

“How can you be so chill about this?!”

Then his office.

You followed.

“How can you be such a stupid bastard?!”

At this point, it had become less of an argument and more of a lifestyle.

"You know," Leon said as he walked, "most people celebrate after successful missions."

"We almost died."

"We didn't."

"That's not helping."

"It should."

"It doesn't."

Leon opened his office door and let's you in first as he step aside while you keep throwing curses at him.

You marched right past him. Still talking. Still irritated.

Still completely unaware that he was watching you more than he was listening.

You didn't even notice that he open the door for you first before he follows you inside. A gentleman, truly. The door clicked shut behind him. You barely noticed.

"You jumped off a moving vehicle."

"You would've complained if I stayed on it."

"I would've preferred that over watching you launch yourself into traffic."

Leon dropped a folder onto his desk. Then your gun beside it. Cleaned. Maintained. Already put back together.

You hadn't even realized he'd taken it from you earlier.

"You're impossible."

"Probably."

"You never think."

"I do."

"No, you don't."

"I thought about jumping through the window."

"That is the problem!."

A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth.

You hated that grin. Mostly because it always made him look unfairly handsome.

You continued pacing. Around the desk. Past the bookshelf. Back toward the door.

Still talking. Still venting. Still going.

Leon watched for another minute before finally sighing. Long. Patient.

The kind of sigh a man released when he'd finally figured something out.

"Are you done barking, baby?"

The room went silent. You froze mid-step. Slowly. Very slowly. You turned toward him.

"...Excuse me?"

Leon leaned back against his desk. Completely unbothered.

"I was just asking."

"You were just asking?"

"Yeah.”

Your jaw dropped. "What the hell are you talking about?" His expression remained infuriatingly calm.

"I asked a question."

"You called me a dog."

"No."

"Leon."

"I asked if my woman was done barking."

Your brain briefly stopped functioning.

"Your—"

"Yep."

"That is not the issue right now."

"Sure."

"Don't change the subject."

"I'm not."

"We almost failed the mission because of you!"

"And we also completed the mission because of me."

"You son of a—"

The insult died instantly.

Because suddenly Leon was standing right in front of you. One moment he'd been leaning against the desk. The next he'd crossed the room. Close enough that you forgot the rest of your sentence. Close enough that your heart immediately became uncooperative.

The bastard noticed. Of course he noticed.

He noticed everything.

"What's really the problem?"

His voice had changed. Less teasing. Less sarcasm. Still calm. Still steady.

But now there was something underneath it. Something that made it impossible to keep talking in circles.

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about the fact that you've followed me around headquarters for the last hour."

You folded your arms. Defensive. Leon immediately clocked it.

"I was making a point."

"Hm."

"There you go again."

"Baby."

You groaned. "Don't baby me."

"Sweetheart."

"Worse." A faint smile appeared. Mission accomplished. Then it disappeared just as quickly.

"You checked on me in the armory."

You frowned.

"I was getting my equipment."

"You checked on me in the break room."

"You were making coffee."

"You checked on me in the hallway."

Your jaw tightened. Leon tilted his head slightly. The look in his eyes softened. Not enough to be obvious. Just enough for you to notice. And that somehow made everything worse.

Leon didn’t move away. That was the problem. He stayed right there.

Too close. Too calm. Too aware of everything happening inside your head like it was written on your face.

“You’re not angry,” he said again, quieter this time.

“I am.”

“No.”

You huffed. “I literally just spent an hour yelling at you.”

Leon’s eyes flickered briefly over your face. Like he was studying you. Not in a tactical way. Not like a mission.

In a way that made it impossible to keep your thoughts straight.

“That wasn’t anger,” he said.

You scoffed. “Oh? Then what was it?”

A pause. Then, casually—

“Panic.”

Your breath caught. You immediately hated that word. Hated how easily he said it. Hated that it was correct.

“I don’t panic,” you muttered.

Leon hummed. That low sound again. The one that always made your patience snap.

“You do when I disappear from your sight for more than ten seconds.”

“I was not—”

“You were counting.”

Silence. You froze. Leon tilted his head slightly.

“Armory. Hallway. Break room. Office.”

His voice stayed calm. Unbothered.

“Every time I turned around, you were still there.” Your jaw tightened. “That’s because I was still talking to you.”

“Mhm.”

He stepped half a pace closer. Not enough to trap you. Just enough that your brain stopped cooperating again.

“And every time I stopped talking,” he added, quieter, “you got closer.”

Your heart did something extremely inconvenient.

“I didn’t.”

“You did.”

A beat. Then, softer.

“Baby.”

That did it. You exhaled sharply.

“Stop calling me that when I’m mad at you.” Leon’s mouth curved slightly.

“I’m not sure you are.”

Your glare should’ve been lethal. It wasn’t. Because he looked entirely too composed.

Too confident. Like he already knew how this ended. “You’re enjoying this,” you accused.

“Maybe.”

“Leon.”

He leaned slightly against the edge of his desk now. Completely relaxed. Completely unfair.

“I like when you talk to me,” he said. That alone made your brain short-circuit.

“…That’s not what I’m doing.”

“It is.”

“No, I’m— I’m yelling at you.”

“Same thing.”

Your eyes widened. “That is absolutely not the same thing.” Leon’s gaze dropped briefly to your mouth. So quick you almost thought you imagined it. Almost.

Then he looked back at your eyes. And your entire argument collapsed a little.

“…You’re insufferable,” you muttered.

“Mm.”

A pause. Then he added, casually.

“But you’re still standing here.”

Your breath hitched slightly. Because that was the problem, wasn’t it? You could’ve left.

You could’ve stormed out of his office. You didn’t. You stayed.

“You always do that,” he said quietly.

“Do what?”

“Follow me.”

You scoffed. “I do not follow you.”

Leon raised an eyebrow. The look said really?

You opened your mouth. Closed it again. Because unfortunately. He was right. Again.

Leon pushed off the desk slightly.

Now he was closer. Properly close. His voice dropped just enough to make it harder to think.

“Say it then.” Your brows furrowed. “Say what?”

“That you’re just mad.”

A beat.

“And not something else.”

Your throat tightened. You hated him. You really did. Because he was looking at you like he already knew the answer.

Like he was just waiting for you to admit it out loud.

“You’re ridiculous,” you said instead. Leon smiled faintly. “Am I?”

“Yes.”

“Mm.”

Another step closer. Now there was barely any space left between you. Not enough to back away without it being obvious.

Not enough to breathe properly.

“You know,” he said, voice lower now, “if this is your way of getting my attention…”

“I don’t need your attention.”

That came out too fast. Too sharp. Leon’s smile widened slightly.

“Oh?”

Your silence betrayed you. He noticed immediately. Of course he did. His hand lifted again. Not to touch you fully.

Just enough to adjust your collar. Slow. Deliberate.

Like he had all the time in the world.

“You’ve had it all day, sweetheart.”

Your stomach flipped. Again. Annoyingly.

“And you still followed me around,” he added softly. You glared at him. Weakly.

“That’s not—”

Leon leaned in just slightly. Not enough to kiss you. Not enough to cross the line.

Just enough that his voice brushed against you when he spoke.

“You gonna keep pretending you’re just angry?”

Your breath caught again. Because now he was definitely enjoying this. Absolutely. There was no way he wasn’t.

“Leon…”

“Yeah?”

The way he said your name this time was worse than the pet names. Because it wasn’t teasing.

It was patient. Like he was waiting you out.

Like he knew you’d fold. And worst of all?

He was right. So damn right.

You looked up at him again. And for a second, you forgot what you were even supposed to be mad about.

Which, unfortunately, seemed to be the entire point.

“…I hate you,” you muttered.

Leon smiled. Soft. Slightly smug.

“No, you don’t.”

And this time, you didn’t even argue back.

Mission accomplished.

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ꫂ᭪°‎˖ a round, or two? ∿ leon kennedy ˖°‎ꫂ᭪

MDNI 18+. smut. vendetta!leon. college senior!reader. age gap (leon is mid to late 30s, reader is early to mid 20s). leon and reader have been drinking. brief mention of birth control. semi-public sex. cream-pie. slightly ooc leon. not proofread. ᯓ★

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leon wasn’t usually at the bar on fridays or saturdays, it was always too crowded and too noisy for his liking, but he’d had a shitty week and he really needed a strong drink. when he arrived the bar was already packed. college students were filling all the booths and tables, and crowding the bar. leon moved through the crowd, sitting at the farthest end of the bar keeping to himself, figuring he wouldn’t stay very long. just have a couple drinks then head back home.

unfortunately, leon severely misjudged his night because not even an hour later he was backing you up against the sink in the bathroom devouring your lips, biting at your plump lower lip then working his tongue against yours.

your ass was pressed against the porcelain sink, legs wrapped around leon’s waist. how you’d convinced him to do this was beyond you, but you were so glad because you’d been eyeing him the second he walked in. leon had made sure to get your age before conceding, because you were a pretty little thing, even if he knew this wasn’t a clear headed decision.

leon wanted a distraction, and he got one.

“do you have a condom?” you ask, voice all soft and breathless from the kissing. he was trailing his lips down your neck, sucking harshly at your collarbone and pulling the straps of your sundress off your shoulders.

and then he stopped—stilling when he realized what you’d asked. “uh, no.”

“ugh, seriously?”

“i wasn’t planning to get laid tonight.” despite this not being the first time he’s had sex in a bar bathroom, he wasn’t in the habit of carrying condoms with him. it was so few and far between that he actually slept with someone it hardly made sense for him to have some.

your next question told him that you were definitely still interested. your voice so soft, so fucking pretty that it was messing with leon’s head. “you clean?”

leon’s hands dragged over your bare thighs, nudging your nose with his. “yes, are you?”

“yes.”

“i can pull out.”

“i have an iud, you’re fine.”

leon was silent for a few seconds, then, “you’re not just saying that, right?”

“fuck no, i’m not just saying that, you think i want a kid right now when i’ve got at least another year of college?” well, that, leon could trust.

“you’ve got quite the mouth on you.” his voice was lower, almost teasing as he licked a stripe up the side of your neck.

“maybe you should put it to use.”

“i could.” he shrugged, seeming like he was contemplating it. he had one hand kneading your ass while the other pulled the top of your dress down until your breasts were on display, nipples already pebbled. they were a feast for his eyes. you watch the corners of his mouth lift into a smirk.

“but i’m more interested in the sounds you’ll make for me.” then he sucked and licked at one of your nipples while he pinched the other.

and he wasn’t very gently about it either.

“f-fuck, leon!”

your nails dug into his shoulders as his tongue flicks your nipple. the curl of his lips and the way his eyes are looking up at you tell you everything you need to know. he’s enjoying this.

he pulls back, delivering a sharp smack to your thigh with his free hand.

“there’s that mouth again…”

leon clicks his tongue, fingers digging at your thighs as his spreads them enough to step between your legs.

you shiver involuntarily from the heat radiating off him. your panties clinging to your folds and there’s definitely an obvious wet patch.

“would you look at that, you’re soaked already.”

his mouth curls up as he slides one finger into the silky fabric covering you, groaning as he feels your slick warmth.

“bet you taste divine…” leon whispers more to himself rather than saying it to you.

your head tips back against the mirror, eyes fluttering when leon pulls the soaked fabric out of the way and slides two fingers inside your spongy walls. his thumb presses against your clit and your body jolts, arching into his touch. soft whines slip past your lips as he circles your clit sloppily.

“come on, don’t make me wait.”

it’s not your fault that you’ve grown impatient. you’re body is wound and electrified, tiptoeing on a fine line that is suddenly becoming not enough. you need more, need to feel all of him before you combust.

the sound of leon unbuckling his belt drew your attention. hazy eyes focusing back on him, lips parted and panting. every tooth of the zipper sounds deafening despite the rowdy noise from the bar just outside the bathroom.

leon grins seeing how your eyes are locked onto what he’s doing, he removes his fingers from you and brings them to his mouth without hesitation. you didn’t miss the way they glisten with your arousal in the dim lighting. leon hums, his eyes shutting as your flavor bursts across his tastebuds. he savors it for as long as he can.

“divine indeed. if i didn’t want to be inside you so much right now, i’d bury my tongue in your wet, little pussy.”

your face heats up at how unabashedly he’s talking about you. or rather your pussy. it makes your head spin, but you find yourself liking leon and how he talks.

you watch as lean tips his head forward, letting spit drop from his mouth down onto his cock, fisting the hardened length, and spreading around his saliva before running the head through your slick folds. it bumps against your clit before catching your entrance.

he presses his forehead to yours, eyes meeting. a silent question, asking if you’re ready. you inhale sharply at the pressure of just the head teasing your walls, ready to give.

“please…”

leon groans, pressing his lips against yours, tongues melding together as he slides fully inside you in one measured thrust.

a strangled moan is swallowed by leon’s mouth as he devours your lips. you were so warm and tight, almost suffocating him with the way your walls squeezed him perfectly.

he thrusts in and out with a gentle pace that soon gains momentum and begins to border on being rough, not that you mind, he feels stupidly good inside your gummy walls.

the second he breaks the kiss his name falls from your lips in a silky whimper.

“yeah, that’s it, sweetheart. moan my name, let everyone out there hear how good you’re getting fucked by someone you just met…”

leon grabs your hips, pulling your ass to the edge of the sink. you yelp, thinking you were going to fall if he hadn’t been holding you up, but the concern leaves as soon as it came when he delivers a devastating thrust. your hands grab at his arms and you can’t hold back the moan that erupts from your throat. the new angle has the tip of his cock kissing your cervix and your vision blurs for a second.

the intensity builds low in your stomach and your walls flutter around him.

“leon, yes! need more, please.”

leon laughs, dropping his head to your shoulder.

“i’ll give you as much as you need, baby. jus’ gotta tell me what you want.”

while he waits for your response, he nips at your collarbone, leaving a faint mark by the time he’s done.

“h-harder, please.” your voice is breathless and wrecked and leon loves that he’s the reason.

“m’kay, hold on.”

you can feel him smiling against your skin and it’s only a few seconds before his pace picks up. he slams into you in long strokes, over and over again. reaching deep inside and hitting every spot that makes you see stars.

you’re gasping, eyes glassy from the sheer intensity of how he’s battering into you. if it weren’t for the loud music in the bar you would’ve worried about people hearing you. hearing your moans, his grunts, the lewd *plap* *plap* *plap* of skin on skin.

your fingers tangle in his hair, holding onto him like an anchor as you begin to mumble incoherently.

“leonnn!…”

“fuck, baby, i love how you sound, how you feel around me.”

one of his hands moves to your breasts, alternating between the two tugging your nipples with his thumb and forefinger. his other hand moves down your torso and works between your thighs until his thumb is pressing against your clit.

it’s like lightning running through your veins, the action pulls a visceral sound from your throat and your body goes tense. your walls squeezing him more and more.

“you keep doing that and i’m not going to last much longer.”

“i-i’m close, s’okay.”

leon takes that and runs with it because he is embarrassingly close to finishing, and as much as he’d like this to last longer, he also can’t help himself when you feel like heaven and sin wrapped in one.

his thrusts grow sloppy, unmeasured and nothing like the way he’d started, but still pleasurable all the same.

leon grunts against your skin, burying his face in your neck when he feels your shaky legs wrap around him.

he feels your body twitch and shake. your moans grow louder and your walls flutter around his cock. ensuring you reach your climax first he presses his thumb harder against your clit, and that’s all it takes for you to break.

that’s when leon allows himself to fall over the edge too. his body tenses and he stills, cock buried deep inside you as he marks you with his cum. you squeeze around him, riding out your orgasm, massaging his cock so much that the head becomes sensitive.

neither you or leon move for a while. your harsh breaths fill the space as you both come down from your respective highs.

when leon pulls out he tugs your panties back in place before his cum leaks out then tucks himself away.

he helps you down off the sink, steadying you before letting you right yourself because you definitely look like you just got thoroughly fucked.

“so…can i get your number?”

you look at leon in the mirror, almost wanting to scoff at him, but you don’t.

“only if you buy me another drink.”

leon pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue, trying to hold back a grin. he liked you more than he probably should and he’d just met you.

“i’ll buy you as many as you want.”

⊹₊⟡⋆ thanks for reading. ⊹₊⟡⋆

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Man Flu

[RE9 married!Leon x fem!Reader]

Warnings: fluff, married!Leon, whiny Leon, needy Leon, established relationship, tiddies <3

Summary: Leon Kennedy has seen it all: broken bones, las Plagas, gunshot wounds ... but nothing, nothing is worse than the common cold. a/n: I had a cold recently and I wondered who would be whinier, me or Leon? So I wrote this. I feel like this could be any version of Leon, but I had RE9 Leon in mind because it's the funniest. Special shoutout to @regionaldoubloon <3

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The chicken noodle soup was bubbling on the stove and the house was quiet. Too quiet. 

Another cough from the bedroom, followed by a pained groan.

Ah, yes. Poor Leon was suffering unimaginable torture. 

You rolled your eyes, put the lid on the pot and reduced the heat down to a simmer. 

"Baby?" His voice was pathetically thin as he called for you from your bedroom. "Baby, can you come here?" 

"In a minute, honey," you yelled back, grabbing a bottle of Tylenol and the other remedies you had gathered to nurse your husband back to health. The same husband that had lived through cracked ribs, several other broken bones and unfathomable horrors multiple times, but for some reason the common cold was what made him want to write his testament. 

"Nurse is here," you announced yourself as you walked into the room. The curtains were drawn and Leon was sprawled out on the bed, arm theatrically draped over his eyes. "Do you need me to call the priest?" 

"Not yet," he croaked, breaking into a coughing fit. 

You sat down on the edge of the bed. "Oh my poor baby," you crooned, gently brushing a sweaty strand of hair out of his face. Leon closed his eyes and leaned into your touch like a stray kitten. “How are you feeling?” 

“Terrible,” he whined, sniffling. “I’m all congested, I have a headache, I can’t sleep because I’m coughing so much…”

“I made you chicken noodle soup,” you said.

“Thank you,” he whispered, reaching for you but you leaned back. 

“Leon, no. I can’t get sick, too. One of us has to keep this house running,” you said, firmly brushing his hands off your body. He whined again. 

“So you’re really going to let me die without a kiss, huh? Wow.” 

You chuckled. “You know, for being a tough government agent, you’re being a little bit dramatic right now.” 

He groaned, a cough racking through his body again. “That’s just not true,” he insisted, his hands wandering again, slipping under your shirt. 

“Leon,” you warned him, opening the bottle of Tylenol. “Here, take these.” 

He obliged and you pressed a chaste kiss to his forehead. “Good boy.” 

He chuckled and his hands immediately found your breasts, softly squeezing them. “You know, I think it’s actually very beneficial for my recovery to receive a kiss at least every five minutes. And body heat is also very important.” 

You tried to lean away from him to prepare what you actually came here for, but no matter how whiny, he was a trained agent with great reflexes after all. Before you could react, he pulled up your shirt and slipped his head under it, burying his face in your chest. 

“I thought you had a hard time breathing?” you asked, gently rubbing his shoulders. 

“It’s already getting better,” he murmured, his voice muffled by your boobs. You sighed and he pulled your bra down, gently slipping one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking on it. 

“Oh my god, you’re just like your son.” You let out a defeated breath. “Only that your son is barely two years old.” 

Leon let out a content sigh, as he kept sucking and kneaded your other breast with his free hand. “It’s actually also medically proven that sucking on boobies can help recover from any kind of illness.” 

“Leon, stop. That’s for babies. You’re a grown man.” 

“So?” he murmured, demonstratively coughing again, looking at you with puppy eyes. He knew full well those were your weakness. Jesus Christ, that man was impossible. 

You pushed him off you. 

“Here, open wide big boy,” you said, offering him a spoon with an entire clove of garlic covered in honey on it.

“Why do you always have to come in with your witchy shit? Why can’t we just be normal, take a Tylenol and call it a day?” He eyed the spoon in front of him and hissed like a cat. 

“Oh?” your eyebrows shot up. “Look who’s already feeling better and obviously doesn’t need any tiddy time. Well in that case…” You faked getting up from the edge of the bed and Leon’s hand shot forward, snatching the spoon from you and pushing it into his mouth. 

He grimaced as he chewed. “Happy now?” 

“Not quite.” You handed him a glass full of cloudy yellow liquid. “Turmeric ginger shot. It’s good for you.” 

He looked at you like you were about to betray him, then knocked back the drink in one go. He shuddered, sticking out his tongue. 

“Oh come on,” you mocked him. “Leon shooting-whiskey-like-it’s-nothing Kennedy can’t handle a ginger shot? Are you sure you’re my husband?” 

“Don’t ever question that, I love you,” he said, pressing his face back against your chest. “Thank you for taking care of me. You’re my favourite nurse.” 

“And you’re my least favourite patient,” you said, not getting very far because Leon pulled you into bed with him. 

“Leon,” you yelped, as he moved down, pushed your shirt up and cuddled up to your chest. 

“I’m already feeling much better, you know.” 

You huffed. “I have to get up to take the chicken soup off the heat.” 

Leon shook his head, nuzzling your tits. “No, you don’t.”

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You and RE9!Leon have been married for many, many years. You’ve been there for the best of times and for the worst of times. From the moment you met him you knew that you would spend the rest of your life with this man. Sure he had his flaws (as all humans do), but you never once doubted the love you had for him nor the love he had for you.

You are the Sun to the universe that he orbits in. The lighthouse during the stormy nights when he had no where else to turn to. The one constant in his long, gruesome journey and RE9!Leon will forever cherish you for the peace you’ve brought him.

So when his friend Claire brought up vow renewals due to the sudden rise of TikTok, he jumped at the opportunity to celebrate his love for you all over again. He, of course, asked you to marry him all over again (He was nervous as hell despite his lifelong career as a Federal Agent) and was over the moon when you said “Yes!!!”. It was a romantic moment with cheep patio lights strung about in the backyard underneath that small pine tree You had planted decades ago.

What came next was a simple yet unpredictable affair . The renewal was a small ceremony with only a few close relatives on your side of the family and RE9!Leon’s few close friends. You had worn the same thing the day the two of you had gotten married in and it was safe to say that your husband might have shed a tear or two when he saw you walk down the isle again.

What RE9!Leon wasn’t ready for was the risqué photos that some of his female friends kept handing him. You see, You had seen your own fair share of TikTok reels and posts on social media over the years. Seen the silly posts about brides/grooms/partners taking sexy photos before their weddings and having their respective friends hand them to the groom/bride/partners over the period of the party. It had been cute to You, but now it was a crucial part of your itinerary for the evening.

The first one that RE9!Leon got was a simple pose- one that wasn’t too much for him that he had to worry about anyone peeking at it and seeing You in a scandalized fashion. He still blushed of course (why wouldn’t he?) but he had thanked Claire before tucking it away in his breast pocket.

The rest after that was absolute torture for him. Pic after pic he received throughout the reception had him growing more flushed and shy than the last. By the fifth one that Grace had given him, RE9!Leon was ready to combust. You were just too perfect, a bit of a tease, but perfect. Your body was like a work of art and RE9!Leon was amazed that he was lucky enough to have you in every aspect. Throughout the night, with every risqué photo, he kept shooting you this shocked, yet heated look.

You knew you were playing with fire, but You just couldn’t help yourself. By the time the party was over and the last of the guests had left, RE9!Leon was ready to pounce. He scooped You up in his arms and carried You away to the same bed he made love to You the night after your first wedding. With every touch, every caress, he whispered words of devotion into your skin. With each kiss he reminded you who you belonged to and who he worshiped above all else.

RE9!Leon was a devoted man. A devoted husband. And you wouldn’t have him any other way.

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[starberrymatcha]

summary : after alcatraz, leon decided to go home to the only place that he always felt safe. only problem? your relationship with him made him rethink some things.

tags : DI!leon, age gap, reader is 26, complicated relationship??, angsty bit

note : this one shot was supposed to be fun and full of fluff what the heck😭😭 i did not expect to write something like this lol i guess a first time for everything?? tell me what you think about it! enjoy reading (^～^)

divider isnt mine, credits to the owner!

with a knock on your door that resounds in the whole apartment, you and mikey immediately look towards it. you forrowed your brows in confusion as mikey tilted his head, his tongue hanging out.

its already quite late and you and mikey are just hanging out in your living room, watching an episode of the The Flash. Its your go to past time after work, to be honest. changing into some soft clothes, feed mikey, cook dinner and just laze around in your couch while the TV is on after eating dinner, its honestly the best feeling in the world. sometimes if youre so tired, you just cant bring yourself to get up from the couch and just sleep there.

however, in your usual night routine, a sudden knock in your door isnt always part of it. you gently pat your dog who is still resting half of his body on your lap by the way, to let him move and you got up from your position, baby blue blanket still in your hands and dropped it to the couch. you chuckled when mikey immediately nuzzled his face on the blanket and used it to lay his head on.

mikey and his love for blankets, really.

you stretched your arms over your head as you walked forward towards the door, youre really not expecting anyone tonight and besides, again, its quite late already. people you know are probably asleep or maybe having their me time too. you hummed when you thought that its maybe one of your neighbours in the building.

opening the locks of your door, yes locks, cause youre a paranoid potato. you shrug, steadying yourself as you head for the door. it’s probably your neighbor, the single dad who’s always coming home late and asks you to babysit his kids sometimes. you don’t really mind watching his kids, they’re sweet, and they adore you. It’s never a big deal to help him out.

But when you open the door, it isn’t the familiar sight of your neighbour.

It’s him.

leon.

the man you haven’t seen in over three weeks. the one you share quiet dinners with, the one who falls asleep beside you in your queen sized bed, arms always wrapped around you tightly as if the world might take you away if he lets go. the very same man who acts like something more, something dangerously close to a boyfriend, a partner yet neither of you has ever been brave enough to say or face your feelings, for each other and to make everything clear.

"hi". he lets out with a soft sigh. he gave you his soft reserve smile, reserve only for you and for the people who he cares about.

you missed him. dearly.

you met him exactly two years ago, when his bike broke down infront of your apartment building. now, youre no mechanic or know anything about vehicles but you helped him to find a near mechanic shop cause just a block near the corner of your apartment, there's a mechanic shop that you go to sometimes, just to hang out honestly cause the owner knows you. yeah, its the perks of befriending everyone near your apartment building.

you two started out as friends after that cause the owner of the mechanic shop took a liking at leon so they kinda bonded over there and he was usually around, keeps bumping into you until you two found a usual routine. it started with dinners, in a fast food, a cheap food truck near your apartment or the vintage restaurant around 2 blocks away from you. then one day you decided to invite him over and cook dinner for him.

mikey fell in love with him the first time they met, your big boy couldnt leave him alone and leon adores mikey too. always spoiling him with cuddles in the couch or on the floor, and giving him more foods sometimes that you always scold him for it.

the sleepover started to happen when you noticed him falling asleep with mikey or he just falls asleep on the side of the couch while youre still cooking dinner. you always wondered what his job is, considering you started to notice how tired he gets sometimes. you also noticed how he stares off at a space whenever you two are eating dinner then he'll sigh, but not the kind of tired sigh, its more like a content sigh after battling the thoughts in his head and exhaustion of his body.

he must be getting old, leon always thought.

you know that he doesnt notice how youre observing him more and more as days goes on that he stays over at your apartment. your curiousity and worry only intensified when you started to notice how he limps sometimes, or how he massages an achey part of his body, you can hear him let out a hiss whenever he moves or he curses under his breath if he accidentally bump into something. he thinks you havent noticed but you did, you noticed everything about him that it makes you worry all of the time.

you could always search him up to know who he really is, you know that and google is free but sometimes, he just looks at you with such care in his eyes, in awe that he has someone like you, a fresh present, away from the darkness that he always runs straight head. whatever he's hiding or shielding you from, you didnt want to break that yet so you both continue whatever you both have.

you'll let him tell you when the right time comes.

"youre back". you softly said as you gripped the door in your hand, to stop you from flinging yourself at him, to feel him and to just hold him close. to protect him from the darkness that he seems to always surrounds himself with.

this is not the first time that he went radio silent on you but he always make sure to tell you that he'll be gone for a few days, or weeks, even for months sometimes. you dont hold that against him, you know for sure that this wont last, this whatever that you two have, that it will get tiring one day but that still wont stop you from welcoming this kind, soft, strong man because somehow, the time that youre both away from each other only strengthens the relationship that you two have.

"i am". he stared at you with his warm bright blue eyes. you could see how tired he is, not the usual tiredness that you could observe sometimes. you saw how clenched his shoulders are through his tight blue top, his eyes might be warm now that he saw you but his eyes still looks heavy and weary. you could even see a speck of dirt on his sleeve, that it makes your heart clench.

you always told him to not go straight to your apartment, that he needs to bandage whatever injuries he has first, or to clean himself up but his answers already remained the same.

"wanted to see you first." and he'll give you that boyish grin that you always seem to roll your eyes with then he'll greet mikey happily.

"come in". nevertheless, you took his arm and he lets you guide him inside, him tooeing off his shoes to the side also. instantly, mikey got down from the couch and greets the man who he pretty sure adores more than you. atleast thats what you think most of these days.

"hey, big boy. you missed me? yeah? yeah? i missed you too, buddy". he crouched down to greet mikey who lets out an excited bark and keep circling around him before nuzzling into leon's hands.

you just smiled at them before you went back to lock your door and joining them after.

“seems like i've been replaced again” you let out a sigh jokingly as you look at how mikey is crowding him and keeps licking his hand.

“he just missed me,” he murmured, still rubbing the dog’s head before he looked up at you with a boyish grin on his face.

up close, you noticed it more clearly now, the faint shadows under his eyes, the way his shoulders tensed back and forth like he hadn’t properly rested in days.

“you look exhausted,” you gently said.

he let out a quiet breath, a small, humorless smile tugging at his lips. “been a long few weeks.”

you held his gaze for a moment, something unspoken passing between you before you extended a hand and rest it on the side of his face. he nuzzled against the softness of your hand before you brushed his hair away from his face.

"stay here for awhile, i'll draw you a bath". you gave him a small smile before you left the living room, letting him and mikey catch up.

you just hoped he wouldn’t fall asleep while you got things ready considering he had a habit of doing that most of the time.

when you reached the bathroom, you turned on the faucet, letting the tub fill as steam slowly curled into the air. you moved to your stash of body care, fingers skimming over familiar bottles until you found the vanilla-scented soap he always liked. you dropped some into the water, watching it dissolve, then added a few drops of your favorite essential oil.

dipping your hand into the tub, you checked the temperature, nodding once it started to warm just right, the scent settling into something soft and comforting. you hung a clean towel on the rack, smoothing it out absentmindedly, before heading back to the living room.

"bath's ready". you said when you neared them. its a good thing he didnt fell asleep but he was smothered by mikey which made you chuckle. he grunted when he finally stood up as mikey wags his tail, still looking at him.

"be back, buddy". he shook mikey's hair around before he stepped forward to meet you halfway. he gave you a tired smile as you looked up at him. "thank you".

"its a no problem". you quietly said then reaching up on your tippy toes to press a kiss on his cheek. you heard him a sucked a breath and relaxing his body, tension slowly rolling away. "i'll reheat dinner while you take a quick soak".

you rests your head against his cheek for a few more seconds before moving away to go to your kitchen. good thing you made quite a lot of food earlier, you were really craving some chicken pesto so you made some. you heard his footsteps going away towards the bathroom as you took out the tupperware that you put the extra chicken pesto earlier. youre assuming that he might very hungry so you also took out the extra rice that you have and popped it on the microwave while you took out a pan to reheat the chicken pesto.

as you moved in your kitchen, you heard mikey's footsteps nearing you and he sat down near the island counter to watch you. he always does that whenever youre in the kitchen, sometimes its to signal you that he wants some snack but sometimes he just likes hanging out with you wherever you go.

minutes passed in your quiet apartment, the tv acts as the background noise and the soft whirring of the AC are the only things that can be heard as you took your time preparing his dinner. you hummed gently when you finally transferred his food to your ceramic pink heart plate. you absolutely love this plate, you only got it for like 20 dollars in a vintage store like a year ago. it even has a bowl that comes with it but you didnt take it out cause you didnt make any soup or anything with broth. besides the chicken pesto is better on top of the steaming hot rice anyways.

after plating the dinner, you moved the plate towards the island counter and placed it there then you went back to the fridge to take out some mango juice. you poured it in one of your insulator mug so that it'll maintain the cold until leon gets back from the bath.

you smiled contently when you put the mug beside the plate. you then looked at the direction of your bathroom and wished that he's having a good time there and just relaxing. he atleast deserves that.

"lets go back to the couch, mikey". you called for mikey who immediately followed you causing you to smile. both of you then went back to the couch, giving a one last look towards the bathroom and you just cuddled mikey while still waiting for leon.

minutes slipped by, the tv continued playing as Mikey’s breathing grew steady against your side. you shifted slightly, eyes flicking towards the direction of bathroom again. its still closed and silent. at first, you told yourself he was just enjoying the warmth of the water, letting the steam ease away the tiredness of his body but as the minutes stretched longer, youre growing curious and a bit worried cause normally, he doesnt take that long when it comes to bath. he always prefers showers but there will be times that you just know that he needs that soak in the bath.

moving softly, you got up from your position causing mikey to let out a grumble and moved into a new position on the couch. you just pat his head in sorry before you went to the bathroom to check on him. when you opened the door to the bathroon, you immediately saw leon, leaning back against the tub. he has his arms hanging loosely against the edges of the tub and his head is thrown back with his eyes closed. you eyed his glistening skin and how his muscles looks relaxed, you ached to touched him really.

he finally heard you come in and he moved his head to the side to look at you. he gave you a loose smile and beckoned you to come closer.

"enjoying the bath?” you asked softly as you stepped closer, settling onto the closed lid of the toilet.

leon chuckled, leaning his head back against the tub. “feels good,” he murmured, water trailing down from his hair to his neck. you watched him quietly, taking in the way his face had softened, the tension in his shoulders finally easing. it made you feel lighter too, seeing him shed the weight of exhaustion from his work.

it isnt unusual for the two of you to share this space, sometimes he’d sit by the toilet while you showered, listening patiently as you talked his ears off, and other times you’d be at the sink, doing your nightly routine while he showered after getting back from his work. being in each other’s orbit like this had become a second nature, a quiet intimacy that felt as natural as breathing.

"m'sorry". leon suddenly said causing you to look at his face. eyes still closed but his expression is a bit troubled now.

"what for?". you gently said with a tilt of your head.

"for going away". he replied and opened his eyes, staring straight at the ceiling. the memories of his mission and what happened today came flooding back in his head. honestly, it was just the usual bioterrorism mission plus his close friends teaming up with him. he just didnt expected to be infected again earlier, he literally could feel himself getting sick when that bastard made his insect bite him to infect him with the new virus. thank the lord for rebecca and jill honestly, if they werent there maybe him, chris and claire wouldnt be alive or who nows what couldve happen.

he never really had a problem with dying to be honest, he’d made peace with that a long time ago but earlier, a thought had crept in, quiet and unsettling. if the infection really took him, if he actually died, he’d be leaving you behind. leaving whatever it was the two of you have. undefined, unspoken, but real and it gave him a bitter taste on his mouth.

you deserved more than this. more than something that could disappear overnight. you deserved something steady and something certain. something he wasn’t sure he could give.

"it’s not like I’m not used to it". you let out a small laugh, shrugging it off like it was nothing but your expression faltered when he shook his head.

"you’re not…”. leon’s voice was strained, uneven when he sooke. “y-you’re not supposed to get… used to it.”

his eyes squeezed shut, his face tightening like the words themselves hurt because they did.

he loved whatever is happening between the of you. hell, some days he still couldn’t believe he had you at all and that he met you but that was the problem, wasn’t it?

he was a coward when it came to you.

he knew you felt the same. he wasn’t blind to it, he saw how you look at him like he hung the stars, the way you take care of him, he could feel your love through your actions that it scares him sometimes. then the quiet understanding between the two of you, its deep and etched in both of your hearts.

but its just, he's so scared to take a step. afraid that if he have you, you'll be gone all of the sudden. just like a blink of an eye.

your eyes faced down to your hands, you didnt realize you were nervously playing with it. you know you said that whatever you two have wont last long but surely, this is not the night to end everything, right? you know his job is dangerous, you know that somedays he wont be here, you also know that he hurts despite him hiding it and you know that needs his space too.

but you knew what youre getting into as soon as you started to notice those little things. you knew that you were ready to risk it all and face those challenges, just for him cause as much as you deserve something stable, leon also deserves something or someone who will stand by him despite the horrors.

"leon". you quietly said causing him to look at you. "i just...".

he braced himself.

he was trained to always face the worse.

"i just want you". you breathed out as you looked at him again. you looked at him, conveying all of your emotions through your eyes. you want him to know that you dont care about those things and you only want him. all of him. the good and the bad.

he blinked at you, he didnt expect you to say that. he expected a resigned sigh and the words that youre giving up on him. that you dont want to wait for him. but this? you saying that you just want him and nothing more? thats a blow in his beating heart and he realized the reason why he's starting to fall in love with you.

he cursed under his breath and threw his head back, laugh bubbling up on his chest before he lets out an unbelievable laugh causing you to laugh too. honestly? you didnt expect this conversation when you went inside the bathroom. you both never have a serious conversation in the bathroom.

"dont fucking deserve you, you know that?". he spoke, laugh slowly dying down but the smile on his face is still there.

"then earn me". you said with a grin as you bit your lip when he cupped a hand on the water and splashed his face with it, and he ran his hands on his face until brushing it up through his damp hair.

when he looked at you again, his bright blue eyes are now filled with adoration and warmth again. you heart fluttered when you saw something deep, something close to devotion.

“I will,” he said. “I’ll give you something better… more than whatever this is now.”

thats all you needed to hear, and with that, you both can face everything as long as you both have each other.

and mikey too, of course.

"i need an official date first though". you said with a serious face on causing him to grin and before he could even reply, you both suddenly heard mikey's footsteps, just outside the bathroom.

"dont even try to get in, buddy". leon yelled out as he doesnt want mikey to get in cause the stubborn dog always tries to get in the tub with him at every chance he gets.

you just laughed at them when mikey lets out a whine and an excited bark when you finally got up from the lid of the toilet to get back outside.

"food's waiting, kennedy. better hurry up or i'll let mikey in". you teased with a mischievous grin as you looked at him for the last time.

"yes, ma'am".

[tinypwetty]

now you got me imagining leon regularly saying he's had a real bad day and using it to convince you into doing it again, ooking up at you with pleading eyes to help improve his mood by sitting that pretty self on his face... Man palming at your thighs and ass happy to suffocate under your weight between your legs... 🤤🤤🤤

helping re9!leon with a really —not really— bad day.

༘♡ ·˚↳ first part here! content: younger gf reader facesitting re9!leon —again ik—, leon jerking off while you’re riding his nose, ends up with unprotected sex, maybe a little… breeding kink?

Leon returned home earlier, which it was… pretty strange.

You were on your tiny pajamas, laying on the bed, watching some boring stuff before he entered into the room. As soon as you looked at him, you jumped into his arms, kissing him. “Babe,” he groaned dramatically when he pulled off, “You have no idea. Mission was hell. I need you. Like… really need you, right now.”

You raised an eyebrow, already sensing the bullshit, but before you could argue about it, he looked at you those blue, pleading eyes. “Please. I need you. Just… sit on my face again? Let me drown in that pretty pussy. It’ll fix everything, I swear.”

Poor you, you didn't know the hell you put yourself through when you agreed to fulfill his fantasies, and Leon couldn’t stop thinking about suffocating between your thighs.

You sighed and you bit lip. “You sure it was that bad?” “Terrible,” he lied smoothly. His hands were already sliding up your thighs, “Come on, beautiful. Sit that gorgeous ass on me. Use my face again.”

You couldn’t resist the way he looked at you, let alone the way his hands were touching you. “Fine, you win,” you said shaking your head, and that bastard took off your pants and your underwear in a single movement. He lay back fully on the bed, yanking you forward until you were straddling his chest. “Now sit on my face and don’t hover.”

And you did, lowering yourself slowly, but he was impatient as hell. His hands gripped your ass cheeks and yanked you straight onto his mouth. His wet tongue immediately dragged through your folds, lapping up your slick with obscene and pornographic sounds. Leon sucked your clit into his mouth, groaning loudly into your cunt as you grinded down, his handsome face buried deeper between your thighs. You even forgot that his stubble tickled your skin.

His hands palmed and kneaded your butt roughly, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks as he urged you to grind. “Use my face, baby. Smother me. I want to suffocate under this perfect cunt.”

You rocked your hips, sliding your wet pussy over his eager mouth. Leon’s tongue pushed inside you, fucking you in filthy strokes while his nose rubbed firm circles against your swollen clit. He was in heaven: eyes half-lidded and glassy as he stared up at you, watching your tits bounce —under your tank top— and your face twist in pleasure. He could die right there, and he’d do it happily.

“I’ll tell you when I need air, until then keep that pretty pussy on my face,” he said, or you thought so, it wasn’t very clear. Every time you pressed down harder, cutting off his air, his grip on your ass tightened in ecstasy.

He sucked your clit between his lips, tongue flicking rapidly, then licked broad and slow from your dripping hole all the way up again. His face was a mess, saliva and your juices coated everywhere, but he couldn’t care less. He was right where he wanted to be.

“Hah— Leon, fuck” you gasped, grinding down with more force. His response was a deep moan, satisfied. He loved it when you got rough, letting all your weight settle. One of his hands left your ass just to freeing himself, palming his aching cock, squeezing the base. Then, he started to pump it slowly to keep from coming too soon. He wanted to come somewhere else…

Meanwhile you rode his face shamelessly now, thighs trembling around his head as you chased your pleasure, feeling like a slut. He pushed his face up into you with every downward roll of your hips. Leon’s tongue never stopped doing its job: lapping, sucking, devouring.

Your moans grew louder, hips moving frantically as his mouth kept working restlessly. His hand left his cock and now both of his hands were everywhere: squeezing your ass, spreading your cheeks, occasionally slipping a finger down to tease your tight little hole while his tongue speared deep into your cunt, giving you a glimpse of what was going to happen next.

When you finally came, you almost fainted, you definitely never felt that way, it was like you were floating between clouds. You cried out, thighs clamping tight around his head as your pussy pulsed against his mouth. Leon drank every drop, tongue still working you with the lame excuse of “cleaning you up”, licking until you were shaking due overstimulation.

Only then, he ease his grip, so you lifted yourself off his face. It was a dripping disaster, and he was proud for it. He licked his lips slowly, smirking like a devil. “I still feel a little bad, baby… and your pussy is the only cure.”

You were still trembling, of course you were, you just had one of the best orgasms in your life, but he gave you some seconds to catch your breath and calm yourself…

Then he flipped you. This wasn’t over, he wanted to come too.

Your back hit the mattress and he was on you instantly, spreading your legs wide with his knees, cock thick and painfully hard, leaking at the tip. Without asking, he dragged the head of his dick through your soaked folds, coating himself in your mess, and slammed in to the hilt in one brutal thrust.

“Fuck,” he growled against your ear, voice wrecked. “You’re so tight, it’s like you were made for me.” Leon set a punishing rhythm, hips snapping forward, balls slapping against your ass. You were still so sensitive from riding his entire face that every thrust made you whimper and whine, digging your nails into his back.

He leaned down, biting and marking your skin. “I’m gonna cum inside, you heard me? I’m breeding this tight little cunt.”

You moaned louder at his words, your pussy clenching hard around him. “Oh, so you like that.” He thrust deeper, grinding against your cervix with every stroke. “Want me to fill you up? Pump you so full of my cum it leaks out for days?”

His thumb circling your swollen clit in tight, mean little rubs while he fucked you harder. “Gonna cum so deep,” his voice breaking with need. “I’ve been waiting for this.”

You clenched violently around his cock, repeating his name as a mantra: your orgasm ripped through you. He groaned, his hips stuttering. “Fuck— ‘m gonna—. Take all of it.”

Hot and thick ropes of his cum exploded inside you, pullse after pulse, so much that it spilled out around his cock even while he was still buried deep, creamy white mixing with your own slick. He kept grinding through it, fucking his seed deeper, making sure it stayed where he wanted it.

He didn’t pull out, though. Instead he collapsed on top of you, cock still twitching inside your pussy, lips brushing your ear.

“Give me ten minutes,” he murmured, but you knew he would fall asleep. He’s almost fifty after all, and you would take advantage of it just to ask Sherry if that mission actually existed.

༘♡ ·˚↳ a/n: i imagine leon doing this exact face as he tells you that he had a terrible day. you just can not say no to those beautiful eyes and that pretty face. i’d be like ohhh baby come here and get what you want. dropping this bomb and im leaving… bye guys… jk i hope you liked it thanks for reading !!!

[starberrymatcha]

Hi This is a request where a guy trys flirting and trying to do something to the girl (reader) happens outside from a store and Leon is casually walking and sees it happen. he does something about it protecting the girl then it turns cute where girl and Leon get to know each other etc. if you’re okay doing like a story like this please.

notes : here it iiiis, i hope you like it even if there's a bit of a tweak at the end of your request that i made. honestly though guys, out of my imagines and all, this might be my favorite one to write so far so thank you for giving me the oppurtunity to write this😭 its sickening that i want to write a part 2 of this or 3 idk but tell me what you think about it! if there's some errors, im sorry 🙁

tags : DI!leon, reader is in her late 20's, first meet, flirty/weird guy, leon saves the day ofc <3

honestly, you were only walking out of the store with the small bag of groceries that you did inside when this guy suddenly approached you. youre tired and your feet aches a little now. you just want to go home and enjoy your early off for today. you always enjoy it whenever you went home early cause more time for you to just laze around in your couch.

what you dont like though are persistent guys who loves to shamelessly flirt with you while youre trying to walk out of the store. you want to be home, you need to be home but why is this guy so adamant on talking to you?

"come on, do you want me to guess your number, huh?". the wiggled his brows at you as your lips curled in disgust. you sighed and opened the glass door to walk out while he bumped into someone for a second before turning towards you again. "being hard to get is sexy".

you groaned, you coat flapping around you as you quickened your footsteps, heels clicking against the cement to get away from him. you dont even know the guy.

"is it xxxx—".

"will you just stop? im not interested". you called out as you clutch your bag, only seconds away from swinging it at him.

"god, even your voice sounds good—". the guy said with a purr.

you had enough so you turned around to face him with an angry look on your face, your hand clenching on your bag ready to actually swing at him if he so dares try to do something while the flirty stranger just grins at you, expecting that you would finally give in but before you could do something, someone stepped in.

"there you are, ive been looking for you". a smooth voice behind the stranger said causing you to falter a bit and looked behind him.

there was another man.

a very handsome man, clad in a black leather jacket with his hands inside his jean pocket while staring straight at you. you widened your eyes a little, there's no one behind you, just people passing by so there's no way that this handsome man is talking to someone else.

you blinked and licked your lips, trying to gain your composure again.

"is someone bothering you, hun?". the handsome man suddenly said as he started to walk towards you, 'accidentally' hitting the shoulder of the man who was bothering you.

"who are you?". the man who was bothering you snarked as he fixed his jacket, chin raising up to stand toe to toe with the handsome stranger but he doesnt compare. cant compare at all.

the handsome stranger slid an arm around your shoulder causing goosebumps to raise on your arms then you were pulled closer against him causing you to let out a surprise sound as you hit his hard, warm chest.

wow, he is built. you thought.

"me? oh, im the boyfriend". the handsome stranger said with a smug smile on his face as he leaned his body to yours too. his warmth spreading into you that you cant help but nuzzle close.

"y—yeah right"

"youre late". you cut off the man to look up at the handsome stranger that has you close to him. he leaned down to look at you too, his light blue eyes glistening with mischief and something that you cant comprehend.

its so blue, you thought.

"im sorry, baby. i had to stop by to make our reservation for dinner". he softly said as if he's telling you something in a secret. you blushed a little causing him to chuckle and press a fleeting kiss on your forehead.

you leaned your head on his chest with wide eyes as you felt yourself buzzing in shock, cause why is this stranger doing all of this.

"who are you again?". the handsome man then turned to looked at the man who is bothering you with a slight narrowed eyes.

the man just scoffed and glared at you before walking away, and keeps cursing under his breath. the handsome man just continued looking at him as he walked away from the two of you to make sure he's really gone before looking down at you.

you looked incredibly small against his chest and in his arms. it made his heart flip, weirdly

"sorry, had to make it believeable". the handsome man said as you sucked in a deep breath, his perfume or whatever he doused himself with is slowly leaving your senses before leaning away from him.

coldness bites the between of you.

"its alright, t—thank you". you timidly said, eyes darting around while you tuck some strands on your hair behind your ear before looking back at him.

you felt yourself blush again when you noticed he's looking at you already, he has this fond look and an amused expression on his face.

"w—what?". you furrowed your brows in annoyance to cover up what the hell is going on with you cause why are you blushing around with a mere look on his eyes.

"nothing, nothing". the handsome man chuckled while raising his hands up in surrender while you just slightly glared at him.

it was nothing alright but he found it adorable and amusing that earlier you were so ready to swing at the guy who was bothering you but now you just looked so shy.

you huffed, blowing your bangs away from your eyes as you adjusted your bag and groceries in your hands.

"so.... dinner?". the handsome man suddenly said, hands tucked back in his jeans and he has this hesitant smile on his face.

"i dont even know you". you quipped with a look.

the handsome man pursed his lips before untucking one hand from his jeans and extending it towards you. "im leon".

you gave a thoughtful look while he just waits for you. you keep shifting in your feet, youve been walking in heels the whole day so the pain is really starting to show. so with a huff, you crouched down a little to take off your heels one by one while leon just widened his eyes, hands still extending towards you as you took the strap of your heels in your other vacant hand after taking it off.

"they... seem cold". he said when he looked at your feet on the gravel.

you hummed while staring at your pink colored toenails. you looked at him again, he doesnt even looked weirded out that your feet is on the gravel or that its out in a public space. he's more worried that youre feet is going to get cold or it will get hurt against the rough cement.

you then grabbed his hand that is starting to get down and shook it while saying your name. he gave a thoughtful hum when he felt your grip in his, you feel like business and means everything serious.

you have a good grip, thats what he also means.

your hands are soft too but at the same time he could feel small callouses on them.

"so, dinner?". he asked again when you guys let go of each others hands.

you narrowed your eyes and squinted at him, to assess him or something before you slowly nodded your head. youre eager to go home but if a handsome stranger asks you for dinner? there's nothing wrong with that.

although maybe except there's a slight chance that he could be a murderer or something worse.

you glanced at him again with an assessing look but then shrugged a little, it'll be such an ass if he is a criminal.

hey atleast he's handsome, right?

meanwhile, leon felt a wave of satisfaction rush inside him causing him to grin. he couldnt believe someone finally agreed to eat dinner with him.

a pretty person at that too.

"great, good. i know a place just near here that sells good burrito". leon said.

you raised a brow at him when you started walking first, the gravel felt dry and rough against your feet but it feels a bit nice now that your feet isnt cramping against the insides of your heels.

"no reservation then?". you said as he followed you. you looked at him when he got quiet, and when you turned to looked at him, you found out that he was rubbing a hand on the back of his neck and he looks sheepish causing you to chuckle. "calm it, i was just joking".

leon lets out an exaggerated sigh causing your small chuckle to turn into a girlish laugh that made him smile too and walk closer to you.

"im okay with anything, you dont have to worry". you said, your small laughs still coming out of your pink lips.

"yeah? even if its actually a food truck by the park?". leon tilted his head a little, eyes examining you.

you nodded your head, hair moving with your head. "as long as the food is good, you have me sold".

leon grinned as the both of you strolled on the streets along with other people. the wind is slowly getting more colder as the night approaches the world, you blew an air softly but your coat is keeping you warm and the way leon is keeping you close is enough to warm you too. you both walk in silence, but its not awkward.

its like a peace that quietly settled between the two of you, and more natural. you just moved with the wind, passing other people while leon keeps his pace to match you. he's actually worried for your feet but he noticed that youre walking freely and comfortably so he lets you be.

soon enough though, both of you neared the park and people got more louder. you could hear screams from teenagers who are riding their skateboards, you could hear bells ringing from a bike and you could smell food.

yes, food coming from the different kinds of places around the park. food trucks are around and some restaurants doors are open.

"there it is". leon said as his hand came up naturally on your back while he leads you to where the food truck is. his head is moving from side to side to keep watch of the people to avoid them hitting you or just bumping into each other.

you adjusted the things on your hands as you followed him and a big grey truck came into view. you peered your head up to see the name of the truck and you hummed in content.

bigbee's burrito.

"does it have something with the bees?". you wondered as you guys finally fell in line with the other customers. "this is nice, line isnt that long".

leon laughed at your question before looking down at his watch and leaning down to you. "its not long cause its not rush hour yet".

you nodded your head as you divert your eyes to the front of the food truck where a guy in a cap is taking orders from customers.

"and no its not something to do with the bees, although they have a spicy honey glazed burrito". leon added, his breath hitting your skin softly from where he's standing behind you. "its a peoples favorite".

you scrunched your nose and shook your head. "i dont like spicy food".

"just take a bite from mine later so that you can atleast taste it". leon shrugged before standing in his full height to watch the front of the food truck too while you pouted a little.

still pouting as the line shuffled forward, the smell of grilled meat and warm tortillas drifted through the air, making your stomach to sound with a quiet growl. you blushed a little as you tried glancing up at leon who's whistling softly as he looks around him and to the people who is cueing behind him.

the rush hour is slowly starting.

you cleared your throat as you shuffled forward when the line moved again and you could easily see the menu board now which made you wiggle your shoulder a little in excitement to eat.

the urge to go home hurriedly earlier flew out in the air as the surroundings around you are waft in the good smell of foods. youre absolutely a foodie and youre not even going to deny that.

"will you recommend me something?". you asked, extending your head towards leon who leant down to you with a hum.

badump.

"well you dont want something spicy". leon started causing you to glare at him and he laughed. "but i recommend the classic chicken wrap, their sauce is amazing".

you hummed when you looked at the board again to see the classic chicken wrap and you nodded when you finally saw it. it looks good and big enough to make you full.

"kinda looks like a caesar salad wrap". you thought as both of you shuffled forward again.

"yeah kinda, but the sauce is different cause its homemade and they sprinkle it with parmesan". leon informed you as your eyes sparkled when the word parmesan presented.

"sold!". you exclaimed happily.

the line moved again between the two of you and the truck, and suddenly you guys are infront while the guy in a cap greets you both and asks for your order.

"one spicy chicken honey glazed burrito and the classic chicken one". leon ordered for the both of you then he looked down at you. "coke?"

"yes please". you nodded your head.

"and 2 cokes". leon finished the order as the guy in a cap wrote down everything and told leon the bill.

"i can pay". you leaned forward but leon is already giving his money to the guy.

"i invited you, so i'll pay". leon smirked while you huff, adjusting your bag again before he extended his hands to take your heels off of your hold when he noticed youre struggling.

"thanks". you said and he just winked at you before the guy in a cap gave the change back to leon.

"thanks, man". leon nodded his head to the guy before he ushered you to the side of the truck where the orders usually goes out. "okay for you to sit here?".

leon pointed at the low cemented slab beside where the truck is parked.

"yeah, i've sat on worse". you shrugged as you carefully lowered yourself and sat on the cement. you can easily dust off any debris or dirt later anyways.

"im sure you have". leon huffed a quiet laugh then following you down to sit on the cement down with a small groan as his back screamed a little. yeah, fuck doing reports all day in his desk.

hurts only a little though, cause you know the cement is low.

"old man". you snickered causing him to glare at you while he put down your heels on the space between the two of you.

"dont have any grays yet". he gave you a look while you strained your eyes to check out his hair.

his hair looks luscious by the way, and it looks so soft too. a man who knows his way to hair care? thats cool.

"hmm i dont know, i can see.... specks of it". you squinted your eyes on his hair before giggling softly when you saw his expression.

he just shook his head at your antics before running his eyes around the park. its been awhile since he hang out with someone outside of work and his apartment. its not like he could be with chris and the others all the time. he usually gets invited to couple of drinks after work in dso but these days? he turns them down, he's trying to sober up after drowning in alcohol for quite sometime.

leon breathed in as he took the different faces of people who are in the park. some are happily chatting away, some are serious on their phones and some are eating with their friends or family, or maybe lovers too.

the air feels nice too, he feels like he's been cooped up in the office or in missions for so long and the only interaction that he has is either coworkers, gun, and hunnigan. atleast hunnigan is a good company, he appreciates that.

he turned to the side and found you staring at people too with a thoughtful look on your face. your lips are turned into a barely soft smile but its there. he could see it.

"nice, right?". leon said as he looked back on whats infront of them. all of the lights of the park starts to flicker on and the fountain in the middle starts spurting more water until it reaches a high point.

"its been awhile since ive been out". you said as you remember how work got busier and tiring for the past few weeks. everytime you finished work, you were just eager to go home and just sleep. you didnt have that much energy to eat out sometimes even though you love eating out especially if youre alone.

there's this serenity in it while youre just eating in a restaurant or a fast food chain and youre just soaking in the peace and quiet while looking the different scenes infront of you.

"thank you for this". you turned your head to give him a sweet smile.

leon swore his heart just raced a little bit faster.

before the both of you knows it, another worker of the food truck stuck his head out and called your order causing leon to get up and take the foods.

while he takes the foods, you carefully put down your bags and bag of groceries down beside your heels. you then tied your hair with your hair tie that is on your wrist. the air is pretty chill and strong whenever it blows and makes your hair fly all around so its better to tie it so that it wont get in the food.

"a classic chicken burrito for you and a coke". leon said as he handed you your wrapped food and a can of coke. "careful, its hot".

"thank you". you said as you gingerly took it, the warmth running down in your body causing you to sigh contently as the smell of it enters your nose too. "smells so good, leon".

"yeah? wait till you taste it". leon grinned after he sets down your cokes on the ground and sitting back down beside you.

careful with the piping food in your hands, you peeled the tin foil off slowly to avoid the ingredients to fall off and accidentally burn your hand. your mouth watered when the smell got stronger and the way the chicken is waving at you between the wrap.

"its huge". you excitedly said with wide eyes, you glanced at leon in shock while he just grins and nodding his head. he's also opening his food in his hands.

you carefully blew the burrito to warm it down for a second before you took a bite as you felt that its maybe good to eat now. you let out a loud moan when the flavor of the chicken and the sauce hits your tongue.

you hissed for a bit after you took a bite and turned towards leon again who is also taking a bite of his food too. your brows are srunched up while you chew making leon laugh cause your expression looks like you just ate something disgusting but youre actually not.

"sho gwood". you let out and showing a thumbs up to leon before taking another bite.

"i take it you love it then". leon chuckled after he swallowed his food. you nodded enthusiastically at him as your fingers are picking at some of the lettuce to put it inside your mouth.

noticing that there's some sauce on your cheek, leon took a napkin that the guy gave with the food earlier and gently wiped your cheek. you hummed softly as he cleaned you while you just continued eating.

"love that youre enjoying it, but careful not to choke though". leon said as he crumpled the tissue before taking another bite of his food, eyes never leaving you.

you shook your head, took your time and finally swallowed your food. you then set it down on your lap, knees going down a little to balance it before you reached for your drink and opening it with a loud hiss.

"i dont choke". you casually dropped before chugging your drink while leon chokes a little.

after you took a chug and brought down your drink, you noticed that leon is coughing and trying to swallow his food.

"youre the choker". you laughed with your head thrown back as he just widened his eyes at you before you gave him your open drink.

he hastily took it and took a chug too, throat bobbing up and down as he swallows everything while you just keep looking at him in amusement.

"guess age is really catching up to you, old man". you reached out and pat his shoulders when he finally bought the drink down and he lets out a sigh.

for a second there, he really did thought that he was gonna choke. he did not expect you to say that, his mind didnt even go there when you said it but he definitely felt something thats why he choked up.

"brat". he cursed under his breath before looking at you. youre now back at biting your burrito but your eyes are still twnkling in laughter causing him to laugh too.

as time passed by the two of you after that, the night slowly creeped in and more people are joining you in the park. both of you kept eating enthusiastically, him laughing again and again while you kept moaning about how good the food is or how you kept telling him that you love food so much.

the time also came where he lets you took a bite of his spicy wrap.

he looks at you in great amusement as you groaned softly as you felt the spicyness hits you slowly. it tastes good though like the sweetness really hits the spot paired with the chicken, the slight tang of it and the slow kick of the spice.

what you didnt expect though is that its going to be that spicy.

"its good though, right?". leon said as you glared at him while chugging at your small water bottle that you always carry cause the coke is just making the spice bite more.

"hah.... mhm yeah but, it still didnt change my mind". you heaved a breath, tongue hanging out a little before coughing softly. "s—still dont like spicy food, leon".

"okay, okay". leon laughed softly before biting into his burrito one last time and crumpling the tin foil with its plastic carrier.

you blew an air with your tongue, trying to cool down the spice before finishing your food too as both of you fell into another silence. you both enjoyed the sudden silence between the two of you though, it is such a good company between the two of you while you enjoy the night with your food and the bustling sounds of people in the park.

with one last bite of your food, you nodded your head while crumpling the foods carrier and you looked at him. he was finishing his drink when he looked back at you.

"so good". you said again causing him to laugh.

"im glad". he grinned as he tipped his can of coke towards you and you happily clinked yours with him.

both of you then finished the sips of your drink before leon gathered everything in his hands, including your trash and he stood up, cracking his back dramatically making you laugh while he just grins proudly. he then went to the side where a trash bin is located just beside the truck and threw the trash inside.

he went back to you while you wiped your fingers with some wipes that you took out from your bag. you looked up at him and gave him one too, him muttering a thanks and wiped his hands too.

leon then bent down to take your heels and your bag of groceries in his hands. he looked at you again, small hesitation in his eyes causing you to stare at him in curiousity but stared back nonetheless.

he gave you a hand, to help you stand up and you took it gingerly. you then gave his hand a grateful squeeze before you let go to transfer your bag so that your other hand could dust the back of your pants and coat.

"you got a ride home?”. he finally asked, a hand tucking in his jean pocket with an unsure look in his face. he doesnt know if you'll find that weird but he wanted to ask anyways.

you glanced at him, then shook your head. “was just gonna book a taxi.”

a small pause and he asked softly. “mind if I drive you home?”

your brows lifted slightly, not in surprise, but in consideration. your time with him tonight and from earlier proved that he was just another man. you dont think a criminal will help you out and asked you out for dinner.

okay, maybe there's some cases that there is really one like that but this man, this man doesnt really scream danger. usually, you'll know if someone screams danger or soemthing bad, we all have that instinct but somehow he just feels like a man.

maybe a lonely man.

he held your gaze, steady, patient, like he wasn’t trying to push, just offering as a guy who wants you to go home safely cause he has seen what this world holds. the darkness that normal people usually dont see.

he'll beat himself up if something happens to you. he knows you guys just met but still, he wants you safe too.

“i m-mean, it’s late you know?,” he added, voice gentler and a bit shaky. he doesnt know if its the cold of the night or just from nervousness. “just wanna make sure you get home safe.”

you studied him for a second longer before a small smile tugged at your lips.

“okay,” you said simply.

and the way his shoulders relaxed after that, it didn’t go unnoticed by you. if he actually turns out to be a bad guy, then thats on you.

atleast you ate a good food before dying.

divider and photos arent mine, credits to the owner!

[brunosbambina]

𝑴𝒚 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝑫𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚۶۟ৎ

⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹

Leon has had to coax your voice during intimacy in your relationship, had to let you know that it’s okay to be sexual and openly communicate with him, no matter your preferences. He also made it clear that he’d never persuade you into doing things you weren’t comfortable with, and if you wanted to remain more vanilla, he’d be fine with it. So when his good girl, his princess, requested that he be a little rougher tonight, he wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity, not when you’ve always been so reserved when it comes to sex. 

❥Labels & Warnings: 18+

Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Resident Evil 9 Leon, Reader insert, Reader is on the shy/reserved side, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Spanking, Age gap relationship, References to the age gap, Use of daddy, Use of princess, Use of baby/good/dirty girl, Small mention of Leon putting a baby in you.

W.C. 2.3K AO3 Baby taglist: @depressedbearblogs <3

The sounds coming from your mouth are as vile as the gentle smacks and squelches that fill your shared bedroom with Leon. Clinging to his pillar-like body, you press your face to his, feeling the prickly scratch of his stubble against your cheek, lips, and chin. Large and rugged, his hands cup your ass with your legs hooked over the crook of his elbows. The unfamiliar position maddens Leon, driving him to handle you with a roughness he isn’t used to using on you. You’re forced to take the girth that splits you wide, the stretch more intense in this position. Your body jostles with his muscular frame, breasts pressing into his hard pecs. He’s hot against you, barely breaking a sweat while he’s carrying you and sinking into you with soft grunts. Every thrust pulls on your heart; the pleasure he delivers encompasses your mind, body, and soul. You’re like a melted candle in his big, firm arms, shaking while he’s sturdy as can be. He’s so strong; he can handle the powerful recoil from Requiem after all. 

“Too much, princess?” Leon checks in with you, the grip on your ass creating handprints.

“N-no,” you shakily respond, toes curling from their position at his lower back. “Can you do it h-harder,” you stutter, rolling your hips to meet his thrusts. “Please,” you whimper out, your voice sweeter than candy as his glossy cock glides through your taut walls.

Leon’s hips stutter, only for a second before they begin smacking against you at a faster, harder pace. The request, paired with your hips trying to meet his pelvis, is downright explicit coming from you. 

“Thought you were my good girl,” he grunts, swiftly smacking your ass.

“I am,” you pathetically and eagerly moan, the sting on your cheek ringing through your skin.

Leon scoffs playfully, his bangs tickling your ear. “Good girls don’t moan like you’re moaning, and they definitely don’t try to ride their old boyfriend’s cock like this.”

Your hips pause their movements, tightening your arms around his neck and burying your face into his neck. “You’re not old.”

The way you said it in a hushed tone makes him chuckle. 

“Too old for you.”

“Just right for me,” you correct, walls clamping down on him.

“Fuck, you’re perfect for me,” Leon growls, delivering a single, harder slap over the same spot he smacked you earlier.

You squeal and dig your nails into his skin, drawing vibrant red marks over old scratches on his trapezius muscle.

“Let me look at you, baby,” he rasps.

You straighten your back so he can see your face, his thrusts slowing but still deep. Sharp and dark, his eyes lay their wonderment over your pretty features, taking in how divine you look. Your hair’s a mess, your eyes are watery, your mouth is agape; you’re in awe. 

“Mmm,” he hums, inspecting the obscene expression you wear, voice deeper than the vast ocean. “So fuckin’ beautiful.”

Leon often gets lost in how pretty you are, and right now is no exception, seeing you so fucked out is ruining any self-control he has left.

“My baby girl wants it rough, hm?” Leon’s question is punctuated with a brutal slam, resuming the speed he was at.

You can tell he’s far gone as his tongue drips with lewd words like honey.

“Y-yeess,” your stutter grows into a drawn-out moan, feeling the fat end of his cock push into a sweet spot that makes your heart flip, and your eyes roll back.

Leon’s pale blues observe your lips, traversing upward to your eyes, lost in thought, as if he’s thinking whether or not he should ask what he’s about to ask.

“Want me to ruin you?”

The million-dollar question sets the atmosphere ablaze. 

You nod, tears threatening to spill past your lash line. “Ruin me, Leon.”

Hissing through gritting teeth, Leon’s last threads of restraint snap. If you want him to break you, he will, just for his princess. 

The sharp jut of his pelvis catches you off guard, and you choke on your breath. Leon’s thick tip reaches deeper than ever before, a bulge threatening to show itself in your lower belly as he grows ruthless. You never felt him be this rough before, and it’s something else compared to his usual gentle yet dominant demeanor. There have been many times he wanted to be rough with you, but you were his fragile princess who couldn’t take too much. To finally feel his force, the one he uses during training and missions, is making your entire body vibrate. 

Your hands slip down to his firm pectorals from the impact, making Leon pause to make sure you have a good grip on him.

“Make sure you hold on tight, princess,” he rumbles, kissing your cheek sweetly.

Leon lets go of your ass to wrap a hand around your wrist, pulling it over his neck, his touch soft and gentle. You secure your hands together around his neck, your arms bending around his wide shoulders as you become flush to his body, your heart pounding against the hard planes of his chest. His steely fingers slowly skim down your arm, following it down to your ribs, waist, and hips until he’s cradling your ass with both hands.

“Gonna need it,” he grumbles, squeezing your cheeks. 

Leon’s hips pull back before pushing back in, renewing the tempo. He uses your ass as leverage to hoist you onto his cock while his pelvis meets you halfway for a hard smack. The whimpers that hit his ear as he fucks you nasty drive him crazy. You’re so incredibly wet, dripping down his balls as they smack against you with appalling squelches. 

“So fuckin’ wet,” he grunts, the force of his savage drives breaking up his words.

Leon’s mouth falls open with pants, savoring your heat that’s stretched over him like a glove.

“Makin’ a mess on the floor,” he says, grunting at the end of each strike of his ravenous hips. 

Sliding through your constricting walls, his cock pulses with a need to smear your insides with his semen.

“Let me see that pretty face of yours,” he asks you again, unable to help himself as he needs to see your face unravel. 

You shift back, but only enough to be a couple of centimeters away from his face. Seeing his handsome face causes you to moan aloud. With his bangs messy against his cheeks, his eyes are intense, mimicking the expression he has when a zombie is in his gunsight. The peppery stubble across his handsome face accentuates his features, and his charming wrinkles make you want to kiss every inch of them. He’s all yours, this beast of a man that’s capable of unimaginable feats, and he’s fucking you like his life depends on it.  

“Leon,” you whine, your heart skipping several beats as your fingers dig into his muscular back.

You almost want to tell him it’s too much, because it is, too much in terms of how good he’s fucking you. By now, he’s sure you’ve made him bleed from the scratches that sting his back, shoulders, and trapezius. 

“Feels good, baby?” 

Leon’s eyes falter to your lips, watching you chew on your bottom lip as you try not to scream from the overwhelming amount of pleasure shooting through you when he bottoms out. 

“None of that.”

Leon’s authoritative tone makes you snap out of it, and you leave your poor lip alone. Breathless gasps start escaping you every time his taut balls press up into you after he bottoms out. 

“Wanna hear you, baby,” Leon hums.

As if he wasn’t already ruining you enough, Leon’s thrusts quickly evolve into rapid successions. He knocks the air out of you, your voice reducing to short, broken cries as you try to breathe normally. Clapping skin rings through the room like dynamite, inciting a frenzy within Leon. 

“Pretty little pussy swallowing daddy’s cock like a good girl,” he snarls, a scowl painting his face.

The sudden drop of ‘daddy’ makes you cum instantly. Leon lets out a fierce growl that complements your scream as he bludgeons you with blinding pleasure. Your hips jitter uncontrollably against his pelvis, your pussy trying to close in around him. Small droplets leak out of you and around his gliding cock as his girth fights your walls from closing in on him. Clutching his muscled back, your hips' involuntary roll makes Leon’s rhythm stutter. 

“God damn, baby,” he laments, watching you cum harder than ever before.

Shaking like a leaf in the ample muscle of his arms, you whimper from the aftershocks of a mind-numbing orgasm.

“Leon,” you blubber out, tears rolling down your cheeks as you hide your face from him. 

“Sweetheart,” he coos, rushing to cradle your cheek with a hand he frees from clutching your ass. “Are you okay?”

With tears glittering across your eyelashes, you look at him helplessly, nestling into his large hand. 

“Mhm.”

Leon scans your face for any pain or regret you might have after he treated you roughly for the first time. “Why the tears, hm?”

His tender tone of voice makes your pussy quiver all over again, and he feels it. You catch one of his eyebrows perking up, and his mouth growing into a lop-sided grin.

“You fuck me so good,” you utter, eyes glossy and far gone.

Leon whistles to himself, chuckling darkly as he shakes his head. You usually don’t say things like that, but you’re completely dazed and drunk off him that you don’t care.

Though his reaction wakes you from your trance, and you soon realize the weight of your words, making you recoil in his arms. 

“Uh-uh,” he scolds you for trying to hide from him after all that, returning his hand to your ass and spanking you.

You gasp, clutching to his shoulders as he steps over the little mess of droplets on the floor. Leon lays you in a sea of sheets on the bed, and he doesn’t wait until your back hits the bed before he’s driving into you again. Such explicit whines fall from your lips, and his groans turn guttural and frequent as your sensitive pussy sucks him in. While embedding his cock into you, he maneuvers you into a position he wants you in. Sliding his palms up the bed, he pulls your legs up with his arms and plants his hands beside your ribs. Your legs are stretched out like your pussy is, allowing him absolute dominion over your body. 

You go silent for a few seconds, turning your head away as his cock burrows itself inside of you at a different, more pleasurable angle. Encircling the expanse of his vast shoulders, your nails rake his skin into new scratches, and it only pushes him further into you. Tears fall past your temples as he planks his body above you, putting his delicious weight on you. Leaning into your neck, his grunts vividly hit your ear with each slam of his hips.

“My dirty girl,” he whispers in your ear, the plump of his lips pressing against the shell of it. “Wanting this old man to fuck you like he hates your guts.”

You squeal in delight from his words, the tension in your core already building as it had no time to dissipate from your last orgasm. The mattress shifts off the bed frame with every merciless blow to your body, Leon fucking you like a complete animal. He’s never done you like this before, and it’s destroyed your state of mind. Your hips begin to shrink into the mattress, wanting to get away from the stunning pleasure as it amounts to something so intense that it’s scary. Your face contorts, and your eyebrows furrow severely, your permanently open mouth gasping for air as another orgasm starts to blur your vision. You shift your gaze to his face, and the two of you maintain explicit eye contact. His fine, but aged features harden into a smoldering expression that makes your heart swoon. 

“C’mon, baby, cum on daddy’s cock,” he thunders, voice cracking through the air, feeling your pussy constrict him in repeated pulses.

Your eyelashes flutter, and the world around you pauses, and you wail out. Sobbing as Leon fucks bliss into you, your pussy chokes his cock in unyielding convulsions. The ebb and flow washes over you like nirvana, splitting you into two and putting you back together again, leaving you changed. Leon lets out a groan that is damn near a moan, his cock spasming within your blistering walls. 

“Fuck, I love you,” he roars, kissing you madly and sending a series of groans into your disjointed mouth. 

Goosebumps prick his agitated body while torrents of semen spurt from his tip and through your cervix. You moan with delight, your womb accepting his seed with utter joy. Possessively, Leon pumps in and out of you, his swollen cock throbbing in tandem with his erratic pulse. His breath stutters across your lips, stubble grazing your mouth and chin as you milk every lost drop of him like you were made for him.

As your respective heart rates calm, the two of you are lost in each other’s eyes, swimming in the shared afterglow. He’s looking down at you with reverence, his messy hair curtaining around his face, tickling you. Leaking out of you in thick globs, his cum drops down his balls and onto the bed as he stays buried in your delightful pussy. 

“Maybe I can get you to call me daddy next time,” he huffs, looking down at your body like it’s a work of art.

You sigh, panting with your breasts heaving under his gaze. “Whatever you say, daddy.”

Leon’s sharp eyes roll across your body and up to your face, and you feel him stiffen inside you.

“You keep that up, n’ I’ll put a baby in you.”

Your glossy eyes widen, and your heart rises to your throat, your pussy squeezing him.

“Leon,” you chide, your cheeks growing hot. 

Chuckling, he leans down and presses a tender kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Guess you’ll be my only baby for now.”

[starberrymatcha]

pls more dad leon fics xxx

notes : we love someeeee dad leon fics, especially death island leon heheheh. i hope you'll like this one guys even tho im not that sure what i wrote hahahah tell me what you think about it tho! i'll write more better dad!leon in the futureee so dw

credits to the owner of the divider!

leon having an exact replica of him comes in a lot of perks. his light blue eyes can be found in his mini me, albeit a bit more darker than his. his long thickish brows are also on his son, they have the same frown too where the corner of his lips are bit up turned. they also have the same puppy eyes which is a bit hellish cause both of you has been a victim from it for many times now.

his mini me also has his cleft chin which you loved the most to be honest.

little theo kennedy is literally the replica of his father which chris and the others always teases the both of you that leon's sperm mustve been so strong. leon cant help but always send you a teasing grin after that.

but even though, he's a real replica of his father, theo is a momma's boy through and through.

you thought it was only his velcro phase just like when he was still a baby but as he grew older, you noticed that he's attaching to you more often to tease his father. he loves leon really, loves it so much whenever his father holds him in his sleep. he loved hearing stories from his father and he loves nuzzling against leon's cheek but if you ask him sometimes which he prefers, he always looks to you and says your name.

at first you find it quite funny but then you noticed how leon gets pouty sometimes or it stresses him out.

there was one time that you and leon are already in bed, cuddling with each other while he tells you about his day and youre listening to him with your head on his chest. it was all cut short when your bedroom door opened with a creak that it made you lift your head to look at the door and found your 5 year old standing there with the biggest pout on his lips.

"i wanna cuddle mommy too". he said, voice full of tiredness while his lip is jutting out.

before you could reply, leon tightened his arms around you and look straight at your son, mischief dancing in his light blue eyes.

"mommy's mine tonight, bud". leon said and made a show of nuzzling against your cheek while you just huff a laughter.

theo furrowed his brows and stomped his little foot down while clutching his baby bunny bear in his hands.

"cant sleep". he reasoned out, brows still furrowed.

"you have your bunny". leon motioned towards the bunny in theo's hand before closing his eyes.

"no". theo huffed before walking towards the bed and went to your side. he swung his bunny up and it landed straight on leon's face causing you to laugh. "want mommy".

then little theo heaved himself up on the bed, careful to not jostle you and burrowed himself in between you and leon while leon just lets out an exclaimed. theo cant help but giggle at his father.

"now i can sleep". theo beamed at you while your heart just swelled at how cute he is and you cant help but wrap your arms around him.

leon just sighed at the side as he looked at the bunny in his hand. he loved theo really but sometimes theo can really pick a time where leon just want to cuddle up to you. he still wrapped his arms around the both of you though. there's no best feeling than this in the whole world.

after all of that, you start to notice how theo is doing this to tease his father. whenever he's in your arms, there will be times that he'll look at leon with a smug look on his face while leon just blinks or sometimes while youre talking to leon, theo will immediately grab your attention and lead you to the tv or his room.

"have i pissed him off or something?". leon cant help but ask as you washed his hair on the bath tub.

you laughed at him, dropping a kiss in neck which he sighed in return before you return to scrub his scalp.

"i think he's in the age where he loves teasing you". you stated when you realized that theo is doing these things to somehow energize his father in his own way.

you once asked him why and he said, "love his surprised face mommy".

you laughed at your baby boy cause out of all things that he could answer, his answer took you by surprise cause you didnt expected that.

but sometimes it makes you think that maybe this is also because leon isnt home most of the time so theo is making up for the lost time just as leon is also making up for you guys by teasing his father.

so when your parents visited in thanksgiving a few weeks after that, you overheard them in the theo's room as both of your parents are playing with him.

"cause i love daddy!". theo exclaimed with a loud giggle.

"you tease daddy cause you love him?". your father asked with a fond chuckle.

"mhm, to energize him". theo replied while you just smiled.

"theo, baby, despite your teasings, make sure to tell your daddy that you love him okay? he might get the wrong idea". your eyes watered a little when you heard the soft voice of your mother.

your whole family loves leon, to the point that when you first introduced leon to them, your parents are already making leon to call them mom and dad. you were so happy that day when you realized that they adore leon just as much as you adore this man.

you then heard theo gasped loudly and a shuffle before his bedroom door opened widely causing you to startle a little. he didnt even see you cause he's already bolting up and going down the stairs while yelling for his dad.

you let out a wet laugh before your eyes connected to your parents who has a fond look on their faces, especially your father.

"you know, you did that to me too when you were younger". your father said wistfully and now you realized that theo definitely got that teasing attitude from you.

from below, in the garage where leon was fixing his motorcycle. he was immediately bomboarded with his 5 year old son who ran straight on his legs causing him to wobble but thankfully leon caught him and both of them didnt fell down.

"woah, whats up buddy?". leon asked, a hand on his sons back while his other hand dropped the rag that he was holding and he crouched down fully.

he held his sons shoulders to move him away for a second so that both of them can look into each others eyes. theo has a small pout on his lips and a worried expression bleeding into his eyes.

"something happened upstairs, bud?". len asked with furrowed brows, he would love to wipe his sons crinkled forehead but his hands are quite dirty from the motorcycle so he just held theo's shoulders.

theo's lips quivered for a moment before he looked up at his fathers eyes, same color mirroring his. he sniffled a little then his brows furrowed in determination.

"i love you, daddy". he seriously said as leon's eyes widened.

leon knows that his son loves him, his actions says it all despite his little petty teasings but he never once heard theo say it to him directly or face to face. sometimes he just hears it whenever theo and you are talking in the bedroom or sometimes he could hear theo saying "i love daddy" to his grandparents or his uncles and aunts but never to his face.

he's not going to lie and say that it didnt made him worry for a few days when he noticed theo's teasings, theo whisking you away from leon, and theo always calling out to your more than him. he thought that maybe his work is hindering him from the time with his family but you always managed to assure him that he looks after you guys enough.

its enough that leon hadnt missed any theo's first's, even in birth, leon was there for all of it. fuck dso and the government, he needed to be there and he did.

you also assured him that theo knows that he loves him too, that every night you never failed to remind theo.

leon lets out a shaky laugh while theo continued to look at him seriously. he gripped his sons shoulder and gave it a quick squeeze.

"i know you do, baby". leon smiled before theo moved forward and clung to leon. small arms wrapping around leon's broad frame while he lets out a surprise noise.

"say i love you too, daddy". theo said, muffled in his father's neck. he scrunched his face though because leon doesnt smell good right now but its a comforting smell, its one of the smell that he always came to familiarize with his dad.

leon laughed and wrapped his big strong arms around his littlest baby. theo lets out an exclaimed when his father suddenly stood up, with him in his arms. the world is suddenly taller in theo's eyes.

he always loves it whenever he's in his fathers arms.

"i love you too, buddy". leon hummed. heart full and contented.

[princessaxoo]

ᥫ᭡ 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘣𝘧!𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘸: 18+ 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘥𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘱𝘪𝘦, 𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘷, 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭 (𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨), 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘱 (𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 20𝘴, 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 50𝘴), 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 (𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵), 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬-𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘸.𝘬: 3.2𝘬

The hotel bar was quiet when you went down for a drink, still dressed in comfy gray shorts with a tee that you’d worn all day. Traveling to New York on a red-eye flight hadn’t been ideal, but your job hadn’t exactly given you a choice. Exhaustion clung heavily to you; your under-eye bags felt impossibly dark, and your eyes were still puffy from lack of sleep.

A drink sounded like the only thing capable of easing the stress weighing on your shoulders.

You ran a hand through your hair, the strands slightly tangled from the long day of traveling, and stepped up to the bar. Besides the bartender, there was only one other person, a man sitting a few stools away in a fitted navy blue long-sleeved shirt that clung to his broad frame, the sleeves pushed slightly up his forearms. Veins traced faintly beneath sun-kissed skin, and the expensive silver watch around his wrist caught the dim light every time he lifted his glass.

You barely glanced at him at first, only noticing the way he finished his drink before tossing a thick stack of cash onto the counter without a second thought.

You turned your attention back toward the bartender, about to order, when a familiar voice suddenly spoke your name from beside you.

Your head snapped toward him.

The man at the bar was Leon, your dad’s best friend.

Back when you were still in school, you’d had the most ridiculous crush on him. He’d been handsome then, younger and sharp around the edges, but somehow age had only made him more attractive. The silver threaded through his hair suited him far too well, the strands slightly messy like he’d been running a hand through them all night. Light stubble shadowed his jaw now, roughening features that had once seemed almost unfairly perfect. It made him look older in the best possible way.

And his eyes.

Those piercing blue eyes still carried that same calm intensity you remembered, but there was something heavier behind them now, something tired, experienced, almost dangerous. The kind of look that made your stomach tighten the second it settled on you.

Meanwhile, you looked like a complete mess. You could only hope he couldn’t tell how exhausted you were.

You straightened slightly and forced a smile onto your face.

Leon’s gaze swept over you slowly, lingering just enough to make heat crawl beneath your skin. You shifted under the weight of it, suddenly far too aware of yourself. Those blue eyes of his made you feel completely bare standing in front of him.

“What are you havin’?” he asked in a low rumble.

You realized then that you hadn’t even decided yet.

Suddenly, you weren’t in the mood for a drink at all, not with the way Leon was looking at you.

Heat crept up your neck when his eyes dipped to your lips, slightly parted as you struggled to think of an answer. The bar's dim lighting softened your features and made your skin glow despite how tired you felt.

“I— do you recommend anything?” you asked, trying to ignore the way his attention kept lingering on you.

Leon rubbed a hand along the stubble lining his jaw, the motion slow and absentminded. “Hm. I usually just go for whiskey.”

You nodded lightly before finally getting the bartender’s attention and ordering a whiskey neat.

Leon watched quietly as the bartender poured the amber liquid; the glass slid toward you. The second you picked it up, you glanced back at Leon and, without giving yourself too much time to think, tipped the drink back in one smooth swallow.

The burn hit instantly.

Heat spread down your throat and settled deep in your chest, easing some of the tension in your body while leaving behind a pleasant warmth.

One of Leon’s brows lifted slightly, amused.

“What?” you asked, letting out a small laugh as you set the empty glass back onto the counter.

“Nothin’,” he murmured, though the faint smirk tugging at his lips said otherwise. His eyes lingered on you a second too long, drawn to the way your lips were still slightly glossy from the whiskey.

You suddenly felt very aware of how close he was sitting beside you.

“What are you in town for?” you asked softly.

“Just got back from a job,” Leon replied, rolling the glass slowly between his fingers. “You?”

“I’m here for work, actually.”

Leon hummed quietly, his gaze drifting over your face before lowering for just a second. He noticed the subtle way your thighs pressed together beneath the bar stool, the way your breathing had changed since he’d moved closer.

“Got any plans tonight?” he asked, voice quieter now.

Your breath hitched slightly at the question.

You swallowed. “No… do you?”

Leon leaned in just enough for you to feel the warmth of his breath near your ear, the scent of whiskey and cologne surrounding you completely now.

“I will,” he said softly. “If you’d join me upstairs in my suite.”

A bite of your lip and a quiet yes was all it took.

The corner of Leon's mouth twitched into a small smile as he held out his hand. For a moment, you stared at it, your pulse quickening in your chest, before slipping your hand into his. His fingers closed around yours, warm and firm, sending a flutter through you.

Together, you left the comfort of the hotel bar behind. The low hum of music was now a distant sound. Neither of you said much. The silence wasn't awkward; it was charged, filled with unspoken thoughts and the awareness of where the night was heading.

When you reached the elevator, Leon stepped forward and pressed the call button. The doors slid open with a soft chime. He placed a hand against the door frame, holding it open for you.

"After you," he said.

You stepped inside, catching the faint scent of his cologne as he followed a second later. The doors closed, sealing the two of you away from the rest of the world. The elevator began its slow ascent, and suddenly the space felt much smaller.

Your gaze flickered to his for only a second before looking away again, but not before noticing the outline of his cock. every passing floor felt longer than the last.

The heavy elevator doors slid open on the thirteenth floor, and you stepped out, following Leon down the quiet hallway toward his room. A soft beep sounded as he held his key card to the lock, the light flashing green before the door clicked open.

The moment you stepped inside, your nerves seemed to double.

"Make yourself comfortable," Leon said.

You nodded and settled onto the loveseat near the edge of the room. The suite was spacious yet cozy, featuring a king-size bed that faced a large flat-screen television, along with an oversized bathroom that connected to a walk-in closet.

Leon took a seat beside you.

You immediately became aware of how close he was.

Your hands twisted together in your lap as you stared down at them, suddenly feeling like that shy, naive college girl all over again. It didn't matter how much time had passed. Sitting beside Leon still had the same effect on you.

He noticed your nervous fidgeting almost immediately. He thought it was cute. What he found even more amusing was the way you kept unconsciously rubbing your thighs together.

Leon leaned back against the couch, studying you for a moment.

He had always thought you were cute. He could still remember the way you used to wander around the house a few years ago in those plaid skirts, completely unaware of the effect you had on him. More than once, he'd found himself forcing his gaze elsewhere, trying to maintain some semblance of composure whenever you were nearby.

Being your father's best friend meant he had perfected the art of acting unaffected. Your father never noticed the lingering glances or the way Leon would suddenly find himself distracted whenever you entered a room. He certainly never realized how hard he would get when you were around.

Now, though, everything about you has changed. The youthful edges he remembered had softened; your curves were fuller than before, softer in all the right places. His gaze lingered on the swell of your breasts, imagining how perfectly they would fit beneath his hands. Your hips flared more beautifully now, and your ass was rounder, more pronounced, a tempting handful that would fit his grasp. 

“Do I make you nervous?”

“Maybe. A little.”

A faint smile tugged at the corner of Leon’s mouth as he leaned in closer.

“You have nothing to be nervous about,” he murmured. “I could even help with that little ache you're feeling right now.”

His knowing gaze briefly dipped toward your lap before returning to meet your eyes, as though he already knew exactly what was running through your mind.

“Okay,” you replied softly.

At your answer, Leon moved slowly, dropping to his knees in front of you, giving you every opportunity to change your mind. His hands found the waistband of your shorts, carefully guiding the material down your legs. The sight that greeted him made his jaw tighten, a noticeable damp patch against the soft pink cotton of your panties.

He fought back a groan, his gaze lingering for a moment before lifting to meet yours. Gently, he settled his hands against your thighs, encouraging them apart. The gesture sent a rush of heat through you, and you found yourself biting your lip as nerves coiled low in your stomach.

You felt Leon's warm breath against your thighs; a trail of lingering kisses, each one pressed carefully against your skin as he moved closer. He paused for a moment, breathing you in, his eyes turning a shade darker than their regular blue. 

“Fuck...” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “I need a taste of you.” he hooked his fingers beneath the waistband of your panties and slowly pulled them down, never taking his eyes off your cunt.

His hot mouth found your cunt in record time, a strangled cry escaping your throat the moment his tongue flicked your clit. He treated you like something precious, taking his time in a way no one else ever had. Guys your age were selfish, and only thought of themselves during sex, but leon? He was worshipping.

His hands slid up your thighs, gripping them firmly and holding you in place as your hips began to move on their own accord. Every touch felt deliberate, every movement confident. A breathless sound slipped from your lips.

“mmh..yes!”

Leon seemed to know exactly how to draw every reaction from you. He paid attention to every tremble, every gasp, every shift of your body. A low groan rumbled from his chest that you felt through your core.

The pressure continued to build, winding tighter and tighter until your thoughts became a blur. Just when you thought you couldn't take another second of it, when you were right on the edge, he pulled away.

A soft purr escaped you immediately, a pout settling on your lips at the sudden loss. Leon looked up at you with a triumphant smirk. “If you're gonna come apart,” he said, his voice low and certain, “you're gonna do it with me inside of you, baby.”

“But first,” Leon said, his voice low, “I need to get you ready for me.”

Two fingers parted your folds, gathering your juices before he slowly pushed them inside. A moan immediately slipped from your lips.

He started at an unhurried pace, taking his time and showing far more patience than you wanted him to. Every second felt like its own form of torture. Just when you thought you might lose your mind, he added a third finger, and his rhythm quickened, and you mewled.

The pressure of his pace was felt against your G-spot, and your core tightened around his digits. A new tingle began to build inside you, making you feel as though you needed to pee. 

You couldn't form a single coherent thought, let alone words. His skilled fingers had your mind completely clouded, your thoughts scattered, and your vision beginning to blur at the edges as that overwhelming feeling continued.

Then, just as it threatened to consume you, Leon pulled his fingers away, the evidence of your arousal slick in his fingers, catching the light in the room, making it shimmer.

“Not fair,” you complained with a pout.

Leon chuckled.

As he removed the remaining clothes that separated you two, your eyes immediately dropped to his cock. He was thick and long; angry veins traced along the length of him, leading to a flushed tip. You could not take your eyes off, mouth parted slightly at the sight of him, you drooled.

His palm stroked along his length soothingly as Leon stared at you. He caught the way your eyes sparkled.

“Want my cock, baby?” You looked up into his eyes and nodded.

“Yes,” you murmured.

A satisfied smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“Up,” Leon commanded.

Your legs felt shaky as you obeyed. He grasped the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head, quickly discarding it before removing your bra. His eyes swept over you for a moment, taking you in, making you blush.

He walked to the edge of the bed and sat before motioning for you to come over. When you stepped between his knees, he turned you around and held you firmly by your hips, guiding you to stand straight in front of him. The warmth of his hands lingered against your skin, slowly roaming, tracing the curve of your waist to your ass before settling on your hips.

He angled his curved cock and moved it between your folds at a slow, steady pace, taking his time as if savoring every second. The teasing motion sent a shiver through you, your body reacting instinctively. Little purrs escaped your lips at the feeling of his length brushing against your clit, your thighs trembling despite your efforts to stay still.

A low grunt left him, rough and restrained. You could hear the slight hitch in his breathing, could feel the tension in the way his fingers flexed against your hips. He wasn't even inside you yet and your pussy was making him a mad man.

Your head tipped back slightly, your lips parting as you struggled to hold onto your composure. “P-please,” you whispered, the word slipping out before you could stop it.

“Please, what?” he asked, his voice low and teasing. “Use your words, big girl.”

A loud smack echoed through the room as his palm landed against your ass.

You swallowed hard, your cheeks warming under his gaze.

“F-fuck me...” you managed, barely above a whisper.

He inched in slowly, letting you feel every prominent vein as he stretched you wide. Even though he had tried his best to prepare you, nothing could compare to his size.

“Relax for me,” Leon said before placing a kiss along your neck.

You could feel his breath near your ear as his hands moved from your hips up to your breasts, where he began to play with your nipples, eliciting a soft moan from you. The distraction helped, allowing your body to relax a little more and making it easier for him to ease further inside.

“Good girl, that's it.”

His words encouraged you to push yourself further. It was a delicious stretch, intense yet impossible to pull away from. When you finally sank fully onto him, a low rumble came from deep within his chest. You felt his heavy balls settle against the base of your ass as he held you steady.

For a moment, neither of you moved. You simply sat there, taking in the feeling of his cock warming your gummy walls.

You braced yourself, placing a hand on each of his knees for support as you slowly began to find a rhythm, your hips moving in slow circles. The motion felt natural, and before long you settled into the pace, each movement drawing a soft breath from your lips as you held onto him.

Leon wanted to take his time with you, to savor every second of it, but he couldn't compose himself.

He took charge, holding you firmly against him as he moved with purpose. “Oh my God,” you mewled, unable to stop the little pitchy moans that slipped from your parted lips. They were sounds of pure pleasure, sounds you hadn't made in so long—or maybe ever, really.

You dug your nails into his thighs as the sharp sound of skin against skin overpowered the mix of whimpers and groans filling the room. He took a tight grip around your stomach and lifted both of you, holding you firmly against him with effortless strength. The sudden movement stole your breath, a soft sound slipping past your lips as he kept you close.

His grip never wavered, one arm locked securely around your middle while the other moved between your thighs. He took a grip on your pink, puffy pussy, smacking, rubbing, and pinching. The sting of each smack bloomed into warmth, followed by the slow drag of his touch. His fingers moved with purpose, alternating between rough and soothing, never letting you settle into one sensation for long.

Your g-spot was being obliterated by his cock. 

“shit.. I should’ve fucked this pussy a long time ago,” he grunted out, followed by “when you would bend over in your cute little plaid skirts, I should've fucked you right then and there. You would’ve let me, wouldn’t ya?”

You couldn’t form words, not with how he was fucking you, his dirty words making your climax come closer. You could feel that tingle from before finding its way back. “Lost all words, have you?” 

You somehow mumbled out a “yes” in between his thrusts. The edges of your vision blurred when an overbearing need to pee started again, “leon–i think i need to pee”

But he didn't stop, telling you to feel your way through it until it hit a pinnacle. Small driplets of liquid poured from your cunt as your purrs grew louder. 

Leon changed the position, placing you face down on the bed. One of his knees was raised while the other rested against the mattress, giving him better leverage and allowing him to go deeper. The new angle stole the breath from your lungs, making your fingers curl into the sheets beneath you.

A growl rumbled from him once, then again, the sound low, rough, and strained. His hands tightened against you as he held you in place, the mattress shifting beneath the combined weight of your bodies.

His cum came in wave after wave, each pulse stronger than the last. It didn't stop until it overflowed your cunt, trailing down your thighs and leaving a glistening path across the tangled white sheets beneath you.

Leon wasn’t finished with you yet; he had all night and wouldn't waste a second of it.

[doll2kiss]

thinking about 𝒍𝒆𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒅𝒚 conforting you after finding out that your excuse of a boyfriend, who happens to be his oldest son, had cheated on you.

you were trembling on his arms, sobbing while trying to say some coherent to him but leon could only focus on how pretty you looked with your face all teared up, lipstick smudged and rosey puffy cheeks.

you were so cute, he didn't want you suffering over the actions of an asshole, even if that said asshole was his own son. so, with all the best intentions a man like him could have, he did all he could to cheer you up and make you forget.

and if that implied eating you out with his son's hoodie still on, so be it.

"mmf, fuck, mr. kennedy," your sweet moans were like music to his ears. your delicate hand found its way towards his head and grasped the grey-ish strands, tugging at them when his face buried deeply into your pussy, and his nose tip brushed against your puffy clit. a low growl teared from his throat when your thighs squeezed his head, making him choke on his breath.

mr. kennedy. oh, how he loved whenever you called him that. normally, it would have been in a polite greet whenever you came to visit. but now, with your soft legs tangled around his head and his mouth glued to your leaking cunt was more enjoyable than ever.

you're squirming and whining under his tongue, holding onto his hair as his mouth sinked more into your core, telling him it's too much for you to handle. yet, he didn't care, not when your pussy was clenching around his tongue, begging for him to keep going. you were so desperate for his touch it was almost pathetic.

poor baby, all of this time fucking a useless prick, not knowing what it was like to be worshipped like you deserved. it was bordeline criminal, a beautiful woman like you—the root of all desire, the tought on his brain whenever he furiously fisted his cock at night—neglected by someone who didn't know what he had.

"that's right," he groaned against your soaken core. "feels good, isn't it? spread your legs a bit more, yeah—just like that, fuucking god."

his hot breath ghosted over your sensitive clit, making your head falling back against the cushions, moaning and pleading, crying your eyes out for a release. "mhmp, mr. ken—oh fuck! r-right there! i'm so.."

leon increased the pace of his tongue, smothering his moans in your pussy, sending vibrations that were enough to drown out his lewd noises with your orgasm— shutting him off while squeezing your thighs, hidding his face between your shaky legs.

taglist .ᐟ @fushi6oro, @pittsick, @filthgf, @rh1nestcned.

[belovedcloud]

Regret

pairing: leon kennedy x fem! reader

✎ REQUEST: i absolutely love ur writing!!! just read ur latest fic with plagas leon! if i'm not bothering would you ever write a slightly angsty fic where you get into an argument with leon and where u exchange harsh words to eachother? and maybe leon slaps the reader in the heat of the moment? and it turns into makeup sex (hopefully it's not too much qwq)

✎ Notes: Thank you Anon for the request! Hope this is what you wanted :) I absolutely love the idea of a heavy argument turning into makeup sex, Leon is the perfect man for this I love him sm. This is again really short and rushed because I've got a lot of work to do.

➤ WC: 1.64K

➤ CW: Leon being mean, Angst/Smut (Comfort during sex and at the end) Leon slapping reader, cunnilingus, fingering, P in V (unprotected sex), creampie, dumbification of some sort.

MINORS DNI!

It was never meant to be like this, the argument with you and Leon went too far. You knew Leon's job was out of the ordinary but was it wrong of you to want to spend more time with him? Caring for a person like him is so painful, the constant worry of him being safe and the monsters he faced hurt you like no other. However, Leon didn't see what he was doing wrong, why you were so angry about him not spending time with you. Mission on mission, things get worse - he never meant it to affect you though. His actions had consequences.

It began with Leon coming home, the putrid smells of death and blood splattered all over his body. A deep sigh escaped his throat as he threw his duffel bag somewhere alongside the hallway, walking into the kitchen seeing you on your phone. He didn't say anything, no hello or goodnight came from his lips. Dropping his keys on the counter to head upstairs for a long awaited shower. Washing off the feeling of murder that hung low on his shoulders, he comes downstairs to see you eying him weirdly.

"What?" Leon grumbled out as he took a water from the fridge, gulping it down. "It's nothing..." A hushed voice came out of your mouth. Was it that much to ask for a kiss or even a hug when he came back home? Weeks of distance made you crave for something. Someone. That someone was Leon, but looking into those dull blue eyes made you believe he didn't reciprocate those feelings you had for him. "Can you cut the bullshit for once?" A stern tone laced in Leon's voice as he threw the bottle in the bin, slamming his hand on the counter. "What the fuck is your problem?!" You couldn't help but snap back, was he being serious right now? Thoughts flooded your brain and not once could you remember when he last kissed you, let alone hug you.

"My problem? You're the one looking at me like I'm some freak! I just got back and- Fuck! It's always this with you!" Leon shouted at you, he never was like this. This wasn't the Leon you loved, it was some new profound one that you didn't recognize. Without thinking, you stood up and approached him. "Maybe show me some fucking attention for once! Instead of moping around." A scream of words thrusted out of your throat as you felt your eyes water, your body full of anger. Leon took a step back, scoffing at your rebuttal and sighed. "Can you just leave me alone? I don't want to deal with you right now." The emphasis on you tore your heart a little, you didn't do anything wrong. Not that you knew of - for him to be angry at you was ridiculous. All you wanted was to be loved, to be appreciated for what you put into the relationship.

"Leave you alone? I've been leaving you alone for weeks! It feels like a one sided relationship at this point, what's the point of being with me if-" A harsh burn spread across your face, the words that hung in your throat went dry. Automatically, your hand felt your cheek. Leon had slapped you. Why? You felt tears fall down your face as it stung the aching pain where Leon's hand smacked. He didn't know why he did it. Ashamed of his actions he took a step towards you, just for you to not return the favour. Your own legs stepping back. "I- I'm so sorry, I don't know-" His voice trailed off as he saw you sprint upstairs, the slam of your bedroom door ringing in his ears. "Wait! Y/N! Please!" His footsteps echoed the house as he ran up the stairs, arriving in front of the closed door. You had your back to it, muffled sobs escaping your lips as you felt your neck get wet. He slapped you.

"Sweetheart.. I'm sorry, please.." He started to knock on the door, until he heard your sobs penetrate through. Fuck. He messed up. Was this going to be the end? Leon couldn't afford to lose you, he loved you too much. His pride and joy, the person he loved the most. The sole reason why he was still here today - yet he hurt you in indescribable ways. Leon felt like a fool as he felt his heartbeat race, why did he have to hurt you? What the fuck was wrong with him? The thoughts dissipated into the air he heard the locked door click. Shaky hands twisted the knob of the door as he slowly creaked it open. Seeing your body slightly shake on the bed, uncontrollable tears dripping down from your chin to your shirt. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry baby.." Leon approached you carefully, trying to not alert you in any harmful way. His gaze wondering all over your body until his eyes reached yours. Pure fear corrupted your eyes as you looked back at him, however the movement of his hands slowly calmed you down. Stroking your back, he whispered sweet nothings into your ears, apologizing for his actions.

"Please, let me make it up to you.." His fingers tugged onto the band of your shorts, a slight blush appearing on your cheeks as you stared at him. "I.." Your mellow voice trailed off when you felt Leon kiss up your thighs, a slight gasp elicited out of your throat. "Wanna show you how much I love you. It's been too long." His hands made quick work of your shorts and panties, your slick covering your clit. "So fucking gorgeous.." He mumbled as he gently nipped at your inner thighs, leaving love bites on them. Quiet whimpers fell out from your lips, your hands tugging at the soft cotton sheets beneath you. Leon looked up at you, you were so pretty for him. His pretty girl. A delighted groan rumbled out of his throat as his tongue slid up your pussy, God you were so sweet. His tongue poked into your entrance, licking up the mess you were making for him as the pads of his fingers rubbed your puffy clit. "O-Oh.. Leon." Moans echoed throughout the room as your eyes rolled back. You tasted so good. A firm grip on your thigh made you shiver as his tongue lapped you up, a rhythm developed as he took his finger off your clit, his nose bumping into it instead. "Mm.. Delicious." A throaty moan left his lips, pistoning his fingers into you. It wasn't long till you felt a burning feeling in your stomach, your thighs starting to shake. "Leon, baby I-" You hiccupped your whines as the orgasm rushed all over you. "That's my girl, fuck.. cum all over my fingers baby." He adored your blissful state as you shook in his touch. Choked sobs and moans slowly died down as he pulled his fingers out of you, his tongue licking them clean.

"Please Leon.." The pleas left your throat too quick, your hands tugging on his sweatpants as you craved him. His love was like no other, giving you that warm feeling in your stomach. "Hm? What d'you want baby?" A soft smile spread across his face as he took your hand into his. "You know what I want.." A mellow whine came from you, a low chuckle leaving his lips as he started to take off his sweatpants. His cock throbbing in his boxers as he looked up at your heavenly body in front of him. "You're beautiful.. y'know that?" His hand traced up your body, gripping gently onto your side as his other hand aligned his hard cock to your entrance. The flushed dark pink tip slowly rubbing up and down your clit. He glanced back up at you, seeing your head give him a nod.

The slow push inside of you made his head spin, a raspy growl erupted from his throat as he thrusted himself fully in you. "So, fuck, tight f'me.." His hips slowly grinded into you, your eyes averted down to the lewd sight infront of you. Watching his cock thrusting in and out of you until the tip hit the right spot, your eyes rolling back. "O-Oh.." You mumbled out, feeling yourself go dumb on his dick. It had been so long that the stretch and pace felt new, it felt like love. Your hands scratching at his back, leaving red long marks. A groan of pain mixed with pleasure made his head fall back in ecstasy. "So good.." He whimpered out, subconsciously his fingers landed back on your clit.

The callousness roughly rubbing your clit, he felt you tighten around him. The wet sloppy thrusts quickened, Leon wanting to make you cum. "Please cum, please I want you to cum on my dick sweetheart." He moaned out, kissing you so passionately as he felt your climax make you go breathless. You gasped for air as he continued to snap his hips into you. "Fuck.. I love you, I love you, I love you.." He chanted as he felt his own high come over him, his cum squirting out of his tip. Filling you up so full, so warm. He panted looking at you, a soft smile spreading across your face. Love was exchanged between the both of you, the skin to skin touch melted you both into one.

"Thank you." A whisper hushed out of your mouth, Leon stared at you confused. "Hm? Don't thank me sweetheart.. here." He plucked a few tissues from the box, wiping you down. Sweet kisses gently tickled your skin as giggles elicited out from your lips. "I love you." Your mellow voice travelled through his ears, a wide grin spread across his face.

"I love you too."

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[kennedysflower]

𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓾𝓼 ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

‎ꫂ᭪݁ pair: leon kennedy x fem!medic reader

‎ꫂ᭪݁ wc : 6.2k

‎ꫂ᭪݁ summary : four years of built up tension between you and leon kennedy finally snaps during a mission in an abandoned russian sanatorium and after a reckless argument you both had at the DSO HQ, his restraint breaks , leaving both of you with far more damage than either of you know how to name.

⚠︎ warnings : implied age gap (reader is in her mid 20s,leon is 49) , creampie, rough sex, hate sex/angry sex, semi-public sex, unsafe location, risky sex during active mission, dub con if you squint ,superior/subordinate dynamic, power imbalance, arguing, emotional tension, explicit content, manhandling, spanking, hair pulling, choking, knife intimidation, degradation, dirty talk,a tiny bit of praise, overstimulation, unprotected sex, emotional neglect after sex, angst, unresolved feelings, mean leon, not proofread

‎ꫂ᭪݁ a/n: please take note that this was originally a chapter from a very long fanfic i wrote for my oc and leon which is why he's like this lmao, i promise i'll make him kinder in the part 2 if i will finish it.i had re9 leon in my mind for this but re4 could also work out

the first thing you noticed was the cold air around you.

it was not the dramatic, merciful kind of cold that announced itself all at once and then faded into numbness. it was quieter than that. meaner. it seeped beneath the cuffs of your jacket, slid under the tight leather of your gloves, and settled deep into your bones with a slow, deliberate cruelty.

the tires of his porsche churned viciously through the frozen mud, the engine emitting a low, rhythmic rattle that only served to deepen the crushing silence inside the foggy forest. outside the reinforced windows, the Russian twilight was bleeding into a dense, oppressive black, swallowing the pines and suffocating the isolated atmosphere. the fog rolled over the hood of the car in thick, ghostly waves, illuminated only by the sharp, cutting glare of the headlights.

you stared out the passenger window, your pale reflection ghosting over the frosted glass. your black jacket was zipped tight to your throat, the rigid collar pressing uncomfortably against the soft fabric of your black turtleneck. you kept your hands shoved deep into your pockets, your knuckles white, fingers curled into tight fists to hide the faint, betraying tremor of leftover adrenaline and the creeping cold.

beneath your skirt, the thick black tights offered little protection against the chill that seemed to seep directly through the floorboards and into your bones.

and to your left, Leon held the steering wheel with a loose, practiced grip that betrayed nothing of the violence coiled beneath his skin. his profile was carved from the stark shadows of the dashboard’s faint illumination, his jaw set in a hard, unyielding line, a muscle ticking faintly just beneath his ear. he was driving, his eyes fixed on the treacherous path ahead, utterly detached from the suffocating tension occupying the space between you.

the two of you hadn't really spoken since hunnigan gave you the details for this mission.

the argument at the DSO office days prior had been loud enough to shake the dust from the rafters. it had been a complete mess of explicit words about protocols you ignored, a breached perimeter , and the undeniable fact that you had chosen to follow your own medical instincts over his orders.

and he had been furious ever since.

It wasn't the explosive anger of a lesser man, his voice had dropped into that terrifying, deadened register that usually meant someone was about to get court-martialed or maybe even worse.

you hadn't bothered to apologise at all. not then, and not now either. instead, you had met his cold gaze with a silent, defensive deflection, locking your jaw and refusing to give him an inch of the submission he demanded as your superior.

now, four agonizing hours later, the silence between you was no longer just an absence of sound. It was a physical weight, thick with four years of built-up tension, near-misses, and an unacknowledged, suffocating attraction that tasted more like iron and blood than the romance you initially imagined of and hoped for. every time the car hit a rut, jolting your shoulders mere inches from touching, the air in the cabin seemed to thin, making it harder to breathe.

Leon slowed the vehicle, the gears shifting with a harsh, mechanical grind. the headlights swept across a rusted, iron gate hanging precariously off its shattered stone hinges. beyond it sat the sanatorium.

the stone facade was grand but utterly ruined, a decaying, brutalist monument of the old Soviet concrete overgrown with dead, creeping ivy and stained with decades of black rot. its windows were shattered, empty black maws staring back at them like dead eyes. It looked entirely abandoned, swallowed whole by the merciless silence of the forest.

the engine cut out.

the sudden, absolute absence of noise made the interior of the car feel instantly smaller, the walls pressing in tight. the ticking of the cooling engine block sounded like a countdown.

"check your comms," Leon commanded.

his voice was clipped, completely devoid of any warmth or familiarity.

you didn't turn to look at him. instead, you stubbornly kept your eyes on the decaying building, your breath catching slightly in your throat before reaching up. you adjusted the earpiece hidden beneath the thick strands of your dark hair, the freezing fingers brushing the hard plastic.

"comms are green."

"we move quick, we stay on line, and you stay behind me," he said, his gaze fixed straight ahead on the dark, gaping entrance of the main building. he didn't turn his head. he didn't seek your acknowledgment. but in the silence, the thick leather of his tactical gloves creaked as his fingers tightened imperceptibly on the steering wheel. "if I tell you to halt, you don't step. am I clear?"

you let out a short breathy exhale, not quite a laugh, but mocking enough to fracture the quiet. the sound was sharp in the cold, contained space. you finally turned your head, dark eyes tracing the broa line of his shoulder, the tactical vest that bulked his frame, up to the sharp angle of his cheekbone.

"you're always clear, Leon," you murmured, your voice steady, refusing to rise to his bait. "it's the flexibility you lack."

leon's head turned around slowly. his blue eyes were icy, catching the dim, fading light of the dashboard and pinning you in place. there was no mirth in his expression, no soft exasperation. there was only a dark, fraying patience that looked entirely too close to snapping.

"this isn't Washington," he said, his voice dropping an octave, the vibration of it settling low in your stomach. "you break line out here, and I leave you in the dirt. don't test my patience tonight."

you held his stare. your chin tilted upward a fraction of an inch. nor did you didn't offer a verbal agreement. knowing exactly how to challenge him, how to drag that suffocating control of his into the light just enough to see the cracks.

you wanted that reaction of his.

you needed the silent proof that beneath the ice, you could still disrupt him.

then, you broke the eye contact first, pushing your heavy door open before he could approve the movement. the biting, subzero russian air rushed into the cabin, hitting your face like a physical blow. you stepped out, your heavy boots crunching violently into the frozen gravel.

a moment later, the heavy slam of the driver’s side door echoed through the courtyard. leon was there, his boots hitting the ground with a deliberate force. he didn't look at you as he slung his assault rifle over his shoulder, the metal clasps clinking in the quiet.

as he passed you to take the lead, he didn't offer a lot of space. his arm brushed hard against yours, a brief, unnecessarily rough contact. it wasn't accidental though .it was a physical assertion of space, and the friction sent a sharp jolt of unwanted, pooling heat straight through you, settling deep in your core. you swallowed hard, your jaw tight, and fell into step exactly three paces behind him.

both of you entered through a shattered side door, the flashlights cutting through the thick, stagnant air of the sanatorium.

the interior was a sprawling wasteland of rusted iron, shattered tile, and damp decay. the smell was atrocious, a mix of wet concrete, black mold, and the metallic tang of old, dried blood that never quite left these places. water dripped from the ceiling somewhere deep in the pitch-black corridors, a slow, maddening clock ticking away in the dark.

you followed him silently, your eyes naturally tracking the broad, unyielding span of his shoulders beneath his gear.

for four years. four years of patching him up in sterile medical bays. four years of stitching his torn skin, pulling shrapnel from his flesh, of watching him bleed out and then return to the field like a machine devoid of a nervous system. you knew the topography of his body better than anyone else at in the DSO, every scar on his torso, the exact, shallow rhythm of his breathing when he was trying to hide his pain. but you had never been allowed past the psychological ice. the uncertainty of what he actually felt, if he felt anything at all beyond a simmering, professional irritation toward your stubbornness, was an old, chronic ache. and tonight, in the freezing dark, that ache had turned volatile.

leon stopped at a four-way intersection, his boot coming down softly. his flashlight beam swept across a collapsed ceiling in the northern corridor, illuminating a mountain of jagged concrete and exposed rebar.

"come on,to the left." he muttered, his voice barely carrying over the sound of dripping water.

you stepped up, closing the distance between you until you were entirely out of his designated formation. you stood beside him, your own light sweeping down the eastern corridor toward a row of heavy, reinforced iron doors.

"the medical wing should be there though" you said, your tone clinical, refusing to acknowledge his command. "if there's any remaining sample from the old research, it’ll be in the sub-basement labs. left takes us to the patient housing."

"we secure the ground floor first" leon said.

his hand shot out, catching your jacket sleeve before you could take another step. he pulled you back half a step. the movement wasn't gentle. his grip was tight, his thick, leather-clad fingers digging sharply through the heavy material of your coat and into the muscle of your upper arm.

"I said stay behind me."

you tensed, your breath flaring white in the freezing air. you yanked your arm out of his grasp with a sharp, violent jerk, your dark eyes flashing in the peripheral backscatter of your flashlights.

you didn't raise your voice, but your words were laced with venom. "I'm not a child, leon. i know how to navigate a clear corridor. the structural integrity to the east looks stable enough to cross."

leon turned fully toward you. he didn't speak immediately. he took a slow, deliberate step into your personal space, towering over you until his chest was nearly brushing the zipper of your jacket. he angled his body, forcing you to look up at him. the ambient smell of the rotting building faded, entirely overpowered by the scent of him, the cold air, rich leather, gun oil, and that deep, familiar musk of his skin. it dizzying, heavy, and intoxicating, despite the crushing harshness of his posture.

"i don't give a damn what it looks like to you," he hissed, the words vibrating with a suppressed rage. "you don't command this unit. i do. you follow the protocol I set, or you sit in the vehicle and wait for extraction."

you held your ground, refusing to lean back.

"the protocol that puts us an hour behind schedule?" you challenged, your voice dropping into a low, cutting whisper. you could feel the heat radiating off his body, contrasting violently with the sub-zero air of the hallway. your chest rose and fell with ragged, uneven breaths. "you're letting your anger from earlier cloud your judgment. it's inefficient, and you know it."

leon’s eyes darkened at your comment, the blue shifting into something entirely black and volatile in the shadows. he stared down at you, his jaw clenching so hard you could hear the faint grind of his teeth. for a long, agonizing second, the silence between you was deafening. the air grew impossibly thick, weighed down by an unwanted, heavy heat that had nothing to do with the freezing temperature of the decaying hospital. his broad chest heaved against his tactical rig, his legendary restraint visibly fraying, snapping at the edges under your continued defiance.

he didn't argue,nor did he didn't defend his tactics. he simply leaned in a fraction closer, his gaze dropping to your mouth for a split second before snapping back to your eyes.

"i said left." he repeated. It was a guttural growl that vibrated deep in his chest. "move, now."

the two of you walked in silence down the eastern wing, the rotted wooden floorboards groaning in protest beneath your combined weight.

you deliberately, stubbornly kept your pace just slightly out of sync with his. dragging your boots a fraction of a second too late, stepping a little too heavy. it was a petty, silent defiance, but you knew he could hear it. every time your heel clicked against a stray piece of broken tile, you felt his presence shift ahead of you. you could feel his focus narrowing, his attention heavy and watching, tracking your every movement through the gloom even with his back turned.

Afterwards,both of you reached the end of the hall, pushing through a set of swinging doors that hung limply on rusted hinges.

the room beyond was massive, a circular, cavernous space that looked like an old, brutalist operating theater. in the center of the room sat a long, heavy metal surgical table, pitted with dark rust and stained with decades of stagnant water. high above, a shattered glass dome let in the faint, anemic light of the moon, casting long, twisted shadows across the cracked tiles.

the air here was significantly colder. It bit at any exposed skin, your breaths escaping in thick, white plumes that hung in the air before dissipating into the dark.

you stepped away from him, approaching a tall metal cabinet sagging in the corner. the flashlight beam reflected off a row of shattered glass apothecary jars and the dull gray of ruined gauze.

"nothing here," you murmured, your voice flat, devoid of the earlier heat. you ran a gloved finger over the rim of a broken jar. "just old surgical tools. It’s a dead end."

"step away from the center of the room," leon said.

he was standing near the doorway, his rifle lowered but ready, his flashlight scanning the high, vaulted ceiling above the surgical table. the beam illuminated deep fissures running through the concrete.

you heard him very clear. his tone was authoritative. but the urge to push him, to find out exactly where his breaking point lay after hours of silent torture, was a sudden, blinding fever in your blood. you turned away from the cabinet, deliberately ignoring the command, and stepped closer to the rusted metal table in the dead center of the room to inspect a tray of degraded instruments.

you didn't even look at him.

"the ceiling is fine, Leon. you're being paranoid. we need to check the structural base of this table to see if there's a sub-floor—"

a loud, sharp crack echoed like a gunshot from the impenetrable shadows above.

before you could process the sound, before you could even tilt your head up, a massive, heavy chunk of concrete and rotting plaster rained down from the dome. it plummeted through the darkness and shattered violently against the very edge of the metal table, just inches from where your hand rested. a cloud of toxic, choking dust and iron rust exploded into the air, blinding you instantly.

you gasped, stumbling backward, but before you could find your footing, a massive weight slammed into you from the side.

leon's body hit yours with the force of a freight train. his momentum threw you violently backward, your spine colliding hard against the solid, unforgiving edge of the rusted metal table. his heavy rifle clattered deafeningly against the concrete floor as his large, gloved hands shot out, pinning your shoulders down with brutal force. his entire frame crushed you against the freezing steel, knocking the breath from your lungs in a sharp, painful, wheezing gasp.

"are you out of your mind?" Leon rasped.

the sound of his voice tearing through the dust was terrifying. his face was mere inches from yours. one of the flashlights had fallen to the floor, rolling wildly until it came to a halt against a wall, casting long, chaotic, upward shadows that illuminated the raw, unchecked fury in his features.

the controlled agent was entirely gone. his ash-blonde hair was messy, falling across his forehead, and his breathing was heavy, ragged, and hot against your cold skin. his eyes were wide, feral, and utterly terrifying.

you struggled against his crushing weight instinctively. your hands flew up, your palms pressing against the rigid plates of his tactical vest to push him away, but he didn't budge a single inch. it was like pushing against a stone wall.

"let... go!" you choked out, fighting to pull air back into your lungs. your stubbornness still flared through the adrenaline and shock, your jaw setting in a hard line. "it was just plaster, I would have—"

"shut up!" he snarled, his voice cracking with a violent intensity.

his fingers tightened around your shoulders with bruising force, pinning you so hard against the edge of the table that the rusted metal groaned loudly beneath you. "just shut the hell up for fuck's sake."

the silence that immediately followed his outburst was suffocating. dust continued to rain down softly around you, settling on your shoulders, but neither of you moved.

his broad chest was heaving against your breasts, rising and falling in an erratic, angry rhythm. his thick thighs had slotted seamlessly against yours, locking your legs completely into place against the heavy base of the surgical table.

you were entirely trapped.

you looked up at him. your heart was hammering against your ribs so violently you thought it might shatter them. your own breathing matched his, shallow, fast, erratic. your stared into his face, watching the muscles in his jaw bunch and release.

you could see it happening in real-time. could see the exact, terrifying moment his restraint snapped.

the years of hushed arguments in medical tents, the lingering, hidden glances across briefing rooms, the volatile, unspoken tension of your dynamic, it was all collapsing right here, in the dark, narrowing into a singular, dangerous focus.

"do you think this shit is a fucking game?" Leon whispered.

his voice had dropped entirely, slipping into a low, raspy register that made a heavy, involuntary shiver run straight down your spine. his hands suddenly released your shoulders, sliding up your neck with a rough, calloused touch to grip your jaw. his thick, leather-gloved fingers squeezed the sides of your face, forcing your head up, making it impossible for you to look anywhere but directly into the dark, churning depths of his eyes.

"you think you can push me," he continued, his thumb pressing hard against your cheekbone, "ignore my direct orders, and just walk away because you're the doctor?"

swallowing hard, your pulse frantic against his palm. "Leon—"

"I told you to step back." leon interrupted, his thumb sliding down to press brutally hard into the corner of your bottom lip, cutting off your words, parting your mouth slightly. hus blue eyes were pitch black in the shadows, entirely consumed by blown-out pupils. "you wanted a reaction? wanted to see exactly how far you could stretch my patience?"

you didn't pull away. it's not like you couldn't, but you also didn't try. despite the punishing harshness of his grip, a familiar, heavy ache flared to life deep between your thighs, hot and immediate.

you met his furious gaze, chest rising against his. with no intention to want him to let go.

you didn't want the soft, safe boundaries of your professional, distant roles. you wanted the suffocating roughness of his anger. yoi wanted the undeniable truth of his heavy weight holding you down in the dark.

you kept your voice low, deliberately steady, despite the tremor in your hands.

"I know you won't do anything" you whispered against the leather of his glove. It was a blatant provocation, sharp and reckless. "you're too much of a professional."

leon's eyes flared wide at your words. the air in the room seemed to combust. with a terrifying, humorless smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"you really are a fucking brat."

the speed at which he moved was blinding. before you could take a breath, his hand shifted from your jaw to the heavy metal zipper at the front of your jacket. he gripped it and yanked it down violently in one sharp, continuous motion. the sound of the zipper tearing open echoed loudly. he didn't pause to pull the jacket off your shoulders, his large, caloused hands reached directly under the thick, woolen hem of your black turtleneck.

his freezing, leather-clad fingers gripped the bare skin of your waist with a brutal strength that you knew would leave bruises by morning.

you let out a sharp, involuntary whine, your fingers immediately clutching blindly at the heavy fabric of his tactical vest as he manhandled you. with a raw, effortless display of physical dominance, he turned your body around, twisting you forcefully until your stomach and chest slammed flat against the cold surface of the metal surgical table.

the shock of the freezing steel through your clothes made you gasp loudly.

"Leon, wait—"

"you don't get to tell me to wait," he growled directly into your ear. his breath was scorching hot against the sensitive, freezing skin of your neck, raising goosebumps along your spine.

he leaned forward, pinning your lower back down with the crushing weight of his heavy forearm. his body weight flattened you completely against the steel, leaving you utterly immobile.

with his free hand, he reached down, gripping the thick fabric of your black skirt.

he shoved it up past your thighs, bunching it roughly around your waist. your breath hitched in a panicked, thrilled gasp as the absolute zero air of the dead theater hit the back of your legs, which were protected only by the thin mesh of your black tights. you instinctively tried to pull your leg forward, trying to find some leverage on the slick, rusted metal, but leon immediately drove his thigh directly between your knees. he forced your legs wide apart, locking you in a position of a humiliating vulnerability.

"you've been begging for this for months," leon muttered. his tone was rough, stripped of any pretense or decency. his large hand hooked aggressively into the tight waistband of your tights and underwear simultaneously. with a rough downward tug that made the synthetic fabric rip slightly at the seam, he pulled them down past your thighs, leaving the soft, pale skin of your ass entirely exposed to the biting cold.

"one argument after another," he ground out, his voice thick with a dark, bitter arousal. "every time you talked back in front of the unit. standing there, thinking you won't face the consequences because you wear a white coat."

"i wanted you to listen to me—" you gasped out. your face was pressed sideways against the icy metal of the table. your fingers were clawing desperately at the rusted, pitted edges, trying to find an anchor in the storm of his aggression.

"I'm listening now," he said.

slap.

the sound of his heavy, leather-clad palm striking your bare flesh echoed violently through the empty, cavernous operating theater. it sounded exactly like a gunshot in the dark.

you squealed, your spine arching upward off the metal involuntarily. eyes squeezed shut as a blinding heat bloomed violently across your right cheek. the pain was immediate, a stinging fire that spread fast in the freezing room. but beneath the agonizing sting, heavy pulse throbbed between your thighs. your pussy flooded with a violent, sudden, shameful wetness.

"that's for breaking the safety perimeter at the safehouse," leon stated. his voice wasn't yelling anymore. it was entirely controlled, flat, and utterly terrifying.

slap.

he struck you again, his palm landing in the exact same spot with brutal precision.

your hips jerked upward, bucking wildly against his hold. a choked, desperate cry escaped your throat, your nails scraping against the steel. "leon, damn you—"

"and that's for the ceiling," he interrupted coldly. his heavy hand came down a third time, significantly harder. the sheer impact of the strike rattled your entire frame against the heavy table.

slap.

"you don't get to talk back out here," he rasped, his breathing finally starting to heavily alter, growing thick and ragged.

"you don't get to decide which orders matter and which ones don't."

the spankings continued in a steady, punishing, rhythm. leon didn't rush it. he didn't lose himself. he delivered each deliberate slap with a heavy force that had you sobbing brokenly into the metal table.

your cheeks were flushed hot,your entire body shaking uncontrollably from the overwhelming combination of the freezing air and the red-hot, blistering pain radiating from your backside. your flesh was burning, the skin turning a deep, angry crimson beneath his unforgiving hands.

"are you going to look at me when I speak to you?" leon demanded.

his hand paused mid-air before coming down to rest,heavy , and rough, against your throbbing, sensitized flesh. the heat of his palm seeping into your stung skin was a torment of its own.

you dragged your face across the rusted metal, forcing yourself to turn your head. your dark hair was tangled wildly across your face. eyes slightly open, wet with hot tears of shock, pain, and overwhelming arousal. you tried to look at him through the gloom, your chest heaving.

"i'm looking," you panted. Your voice was broken, trembling violently, but your jaw was still set, that core of stubborn defiance refusing to die. "is this... is this all you've got, Mr.Kennedy?"

leon stared down at you, his eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. a faint chuckle slipped from the back of his throat.

"not even close."

he released you back for a fraction of a second, reaching down to the heavy tactical belt at his waist. you heard the distinct, chilling, metallic slide of his tactical combat knife being drawn smoothly from its Kydex sheath.

a cold spike of genuine, primal fear shot through your chest, instantly mixing with the heavy lust going through your veins.

he didn't touch your skin with the sharp edge of the blade, but you felt the flat, freezing steel of the heavy weapon slide slowly, deliberately along the black tights,right across where your exposed underwear was.

"you think you're safe because we work together?" leon whispered.

he leaned down, pressing his chest heavily over your back until his lips brushed against the cold shell of your ear. his hand pressed the flat of the freezing blade gently, warningly, against the delicate skin at the small of your back.

"i could leave you tied to this table," he breathed, your voice a dark, velvet threat.

"no one knows we're in this wing of the sanatorium."

"you wouldn't—" you talked back. heart hammering so hard you could literally feel the pulse beating in your throat. even though you were slightly terrified, you were dripping wet of slick.

"don't test my boundaries tonight when you already ruined yours," he said. his voice dropped into a cruel, mocking tone that offered absolutely no comfort.

he slid the heavy knife back into its sheath. the loud click of the lock engaging sounded like a final, damning judgment in the empty room.

he didn't give you a second to recover from the threat. his fingers hooked violently into the thick hair at the base of your skull, curling into a fist. pulling your head back roughly, then forcing your spine to arch so you were staring blindly up at the pitch-black shadows of the ruined ceiling. with his other hand, he reached roughly between your thighs from behind.

you gasped, your mouth falling open as his rough, gloved fingers found your swollen folds. you were slick, dripping with your own uncontrollable arousal. he didn't stroke you though. didn't soothe the ache. without a word of warning, he slid two thick fingers directly inside you with a sudden and rough, upward thrust.

you cried out loudly, a sharp, broken sound. the thick leather of his tactical glove stretched your tight, wet walls uncomfortably, the friction intense and borderline abrasive.

"look at how wet you are for me," Leon murmured sneeringly, his hot breath ghosting over the shell of your ear.

he began to fuck you with his fingers in a fast, degrading rhythm. his thumb pressed down hard, grinding relentlessly against your swollen clit without an ounce of mercy or tenderness.

"you think this makes you brave?" he mocked, pumping his fingers deeper into your tight core, scraping the sensitive walls.

"getting fucked on a rusted table in the middle of a dead zone because you couldn't follow basic protocol?"

"shut up... please, just..." you sobbed, your words breaking apart.

you couldn't finish the sentence. your highly educated, rational smartass was entirely dissolving into a chaotic haze of shame, pain and overwhelming pleasure.

the friction of the wet leather inside you was incredibly intense, riding the razor-thin line between pain and ecstasy, but it was exactly what you had starved for. you lost your fight. you pushed your hips back eagerly against his hand, chasing the rough thrusts, begging silently for the depth of his touch even as hot tears leaked continuously from the corners of your tightly shut eyes.

"you like being put like this, huh? like knowing how easily I can fuck you senseless?" leon rasped.

his own breathing had finally lost its iron control, becoming desperate, and loud in the quiet room. he pulled his dripping fingers out of you with a wet, obscene snap, leaving you instantly empty and shivering violently.

before you could form a word of protest, you heard the sound of his tactical gear shifting. the metal click of his belt buckled, the heavy slide of his heavy trousers being unzipped and shoved down.

a second later, the thick, length of his cock brushed deliberately against the aching flesh of your exposed cunt. he was huge, radiating a blistering heat in the freezing air, and completely unyielding.

"leon—" you whispered.

a sudden, terrifying wave of absolute vulnerability hit you. the reality of what was about to happen, here, like this, under these conditions, crashed over you.

"leon, look at me—"

he didn't look.

he grabbed your hips with both of his large hands, his fingers digging brutally into your delicate hip bones with a force that would absolutely leave blooming bruises the next day. he aligned himself, gripped you tight, and drove his cock deep inside you from behind in one violent, punishing thrust.

you screamed into the empty, cavernous room. The sound was immediately swallowed by the dark, dead stone walls.

the stretch was immense, a sharp, burning, suffocating fullness that felt like it was tearing through all of your remaining physical and mental defenses. he filled you completely, stretching you to your absolute limit.

stopping didn't even cross his mind in this moment,knowing exactly it was what you were desperate for. he didn't give you a moment to adjust to his massive size or the agonizing stretch. just instantly began to fuck you with a brutal, angry, relentless rhythm. his heavy hips slammed violently against your pussy with a wetsmacking sound that echoed obscenely, filling the silent theater.

the scene was entirely devoid of romance. this was no gentle lovemaking, no soft words of devotion. it was dark, it was freezing cold, and it was frantic. it was the violent release of four years of suffocating frustration and unwanted, denied desire and mutual feelings, finally snapping in the worst possible place, at the worst possible time.

leon's hands on your hips were relentless, with a grip so immovable.

his deep grunts of physical exertion sounded rough in your ear as he drove himself deeper and deeper into your wet core.

"you're fucked out here," he growled, his pace quickening into a blur. his cock hit your cervix with a blunt, bruising force that made you see starts and left you entirely dizzy. "say it. say you're my subordinate."

"god , leon— I'm.. yours," you sobbed openly now.

your fingers were slipping uselessly on the rusted metal as you tried to hold your upper body up. you were completely broken open, entirely at his mercy. "fuck... please..."

"that's my good girl," he muttered. the words weren't a comfort,instead they sounded bitter, almost cruel, laced with a twisted satisfaction on his tongue.

he reached around your back with his right hand. thick fingers wrapped securely around the front of your throat from behind, squeezing firmly. he didn't crush your windpipe, but he apply just enough steady pressure to restrict your frantic breath, forcing you into a state of choked, lightheaded compliance as he delivered the final, devastatingly thrusts.

your world entirely narrowed down to the gray concrete floor beneath you, the freezing steel biting into your chest, the painful grip on your throat, and the blinding, white-hot explosion of your orgasm. It ripped violently through your lower body, a devastating release that made you cry out into his hand as your vaginal walls clamped down agonizingly tight around his thick cock.

leon let out a low, guttural snarl.

his massive body tensed completely, every muscle pulling taut as steel. he drove his hips forward one last, brutal time, pinning you utterly flat against the rusted table as he spent himself deep, hot, and heavy within you. he held himself buried to the hilt, his chest heaving heavily against your back, his grip still tight around your throat.

for a long, heavy minute, the only sound in the massive, decaying room was your ragged, echoing breath, loud in the dark.

then reality crept back in. the adrenaline began to recede, and the freezing cold rushed back with a vengeance.

leon released your throat the next second. he pulled out of you without a single word of warning.

the sudden absence of his burning heat and filling weight made you shiver violently. you collapsed forward, staying face down on the freezing metal table. your entire body was trembling uncontrollably.your skin was sticky with a mixture of cold sweat and thick fluids that were already turning freezing against your bare thighs in the damp subzero air.

then you closed your eyes softly and waited.

you waited for a warm hand on your back. you waited for him to reach down and gently pull you up, to turn you around and finally look at you. waited for him to say something, anything, that would soften the bleeding edges of what had just occurred between you. a word of comfort. a acknowledgment that it meant something.it should?shouldn't it?

but instead, the only sound that cut through the silence was the sharp, metallic zip of his trousers. the rustle of his tactical gear being adjusted, the clinking of buckles and straps being pulled back into perfect, impenetrable order.

you slowly pushed yourself up, limbs feeling incredibly weak and shaking violently. you reached down, pulling your torn underwear and black tights back up over your thighs. freezing, numb hands fumbling awkwardly with the ruined fabric.

then your black skirt followed back into place, hiding the deep, angry red handprints that burned on your skin.

you turned around slowly, leaning against the rusted edge of the surgical table for support. looking up at him.

although, leon was already standing three feet away.

his blonde hair had been pushed back aggressively from his forehead. the impassive mask of the agent had returned, and the ice was thicker and more impenetrable than it had ever been before. at least that is what he wanted you to think.

he picked up his assault rifle from the dust covered floor, checking the chamber and the safety with efficiency.

he didn't look at your face in this agonizing. didn't meet your eyes. he just stared blankly at a spot somewhere near your collarbone, voice entirely flat and dead.

"fix your jacket. we have twenty minutes before the extraction window changes."

you froze at that. your heart didn't just break, it dropped into a cold, bottomless, void in your chest.

the silence between you was no longer volatile. it was no longer charged with heat or tension that built up until now. it was completely empty. beyond gut-wrenching. the brutal act hadn't cleared whether that he loved you or he hated your guts. it hadn't cleared the suffocating tension or broken the barrier between you. it had only violently snapped the one fragile line of connection you had left, leaving the emotional damage entirely, irreparably unresolved.you could only hope for any affection left deep down his hardened heart.

"leon—" you whispered, your voice cracking painfully in the quiet.

"i said move out," he cut you off, his voice void of any human emotion. "it's the last time I'll say it."

he didn't wait for a response. he turned his broad back to you, the flashlight beam on his shoulder cutting a harsh white path through the dust, and began walking toward the northern corridor.

you stood entirely alone in the center of the ruined operating theater. the freezing air bit viciously at your tear stained skin. you stared at his retreating back, realizing with a dull, suffocating, and incredibly heavy ache that you had wanted to break him, and in doing so, you had thought that everything was now infinitely, permanently worse.

or was it?

with shaking, numb fingers, you slowly pulled the zipper of your jacket back up to your throat, burying your chin in the collar, and stepped away from the table to follow him into the dark.

[xyxl1v1ng-d3ad-g1rlxyx]

Fever Dream

Pairing: RE2!Leon x GenderNeutral!Reader

Summary: Leon, your best friend, gets sick with a high fever. In his delirious state, he starts talking without thinking, and accidentally admits his feeling for you.

Fluff!

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You were sat at home after work, just trying to relax, when you get a message on your phone. You sigh at the fact of having to talk to anyone else today, but that feeling quickly fades as you see who it's from.

It was Leon, messaging about not feeling good. He usually didn't message this late so you knew something wasn't right. You messaged back, and being the overly-caring person you were, you offered to come over even though you wanted nothing more than to lay down.

Before he messaged you back, you were already pulling on your shoes and heading back out to your car. After you'd already started the car up, he messages back and you decide no matter what he said, you are coming over. It didn't bother you that he would be sick, you liked being around him any time.

On the drive to his apartment it began to gently rain, adding to the pretty landscape outside. You had the radio playing to distract your tired mind, but to keep yourself awake and aware at the same time. Before you knew it, you were parking in front of the apartments.

You walked up to Leon's, a familiar act you'd done hundreds of times before. Once you reached his door, you grabbed your key you had to his place and let yourself in. You were met with the same scent you always smelled while in his apartment, but this time it also smelled stuffy, it smelled sick. It reminded you of how hospitals and doctor's offices smell.

You took your shoes off at the door and locked it back, and went back to his room. His apartment wasn't huge, but it wasn't small either. Decorated with mainly neutral colors, blacks, browns, whites, and grays, but he managed to still make it look alright despite his lack of color. You also noticed that this time, his apartment was slightly messier than it usually is. Leon liked to keep a clean space, he always said it helped him focus better that way, so you knew he was definitely sick and had been for a few days.

You reached his door and knocked, not waiting for an answer before coming in; you didn't care how presentable he was.

Leon was laying on his stomach, his bed sheets bunched up crazily, as was his hair. He smiled weakly when he saw you and you returned this gesture.

"I told you didn't need to come over, I'm okay. Just a cold or something," Leon said, his voice was hoarse and quieter than usual.

You looked at him like he had just told you he didn't want you over, just to mess with him. "You don't want me here?" You said over-dramatically while throwing a hand up to your heart. "But seriously, I was coming over even if you said no. You said you don't feel good and you never admit to being sick,"

He rolled his eyes at you but said nothing, obviously too exhausted to argue, even playfully. You took this as a chance to go check his temperature. You went over to him and felt his head with the back of your hand, then the same with your palm.

"You're burning up, stupid. Not just a cold," You tell him smartly, still picking on him.

"But you still get fevers with colds?" He told you questioningly, like he didn't understand what you were talking about. You rolled your eyes at him.

"Not that warm. Colds give you low grade, not like that." You knew this because of caring for and diagnosing your sicknesses yourself. You'd do anything to save the money and do things yourself, so this made you fairly good at caring for people when they were sick.

You walked out of the room without saying why, you were really just going to get a real thermometer from his medicine cabinet. Finding it quickly, you walked back to his room and checked his temperature correctly this time.

"Put the thermometer under your tongue," You instructed. He took the thermometer and put it under his tongue like you said. While it was taking his temperature, you noticed he was sweating and his eyes were slightly dilated.

The thermometer beeped and you took it from his mouth, you both looked at it. It read 103.2.

"That's not good, Leon," You directly told him, walking away again to get a rag with cold water on it to cool him down.

Before you were able to walk away from his bed, Leon grabbed your arm, "Just stay in here with me? Please?" He mumbled and looked up at you through sickly, tired eyes.

You sighed, knowing he wasn't gonna let you leave right now, even to go get something to make him feel better. You didn't want to admit it, but you wanted to sit there with him too.

"Lay down?" He was more telling you than asking, but you didn't mind, so you moved over to the side he left empty and laid there next to him.

Surprisingly, he turned over and pushed himself closer to you, making your bodies touch. You felt heat rise to your cheeks and your heart start beating faster. He placed his head near the crook of your neck.

"Hey, Y/n," He said, like you had just got there. His eyes were closed and he looked.. well, really pretty. You knew you probably shouldn't think he looked this pretty right now due to his sickness, but you couldn't help it.

"Hey, Leon." You replied softly.

"Can I tell you something?" Leon asked innocently to you, but it still made your heart race faster and pangs of anxiety hit your chest.

"Yeah, you can tell me." You really tried to sound as calm as possible, but failed a small bit.

He opened his eyes and sat up, so you did the same. He looked slightly worried, opening and closing his mouth as if he really has no clue what to say. You sat facing him and waiting patiently, and he finally began speaking.

"I think you're really pretty. I- uh.. I like you, like 'I want to be your boyfriend' kind of like you," His face was bright red and he was looking down at his hands. You couldn't tell if he was embarrassed or the fever was making him so red, but you figured both.

You knew you had to be blushing like crazy as well, but you decided to ignore that. You realized he was probably waiting for a response, you had been to caught up in the fact that the moment you waited for since you met Leon had just happened. Nothing like you expected it to, at that.

"I like you too, in an 'I want you to be my boyfriend' kind of way." Now you really knew you were blushing like crazy, but that didn't matter. He looked up and met your eyes, those pretty blue eyes that you could look at forever. He looked so surprised that you actually liked him back. Leon had always downplayed how good he looked, so he was likely wondering why someone as good looking as you would like him, even though you thought he was the most handsome boy you'd ever met.

He looked worried again, more of an 'are you sure?' kind of worried look. "So does that mean that I can be your, y'know... your boyfriend?" Leon, despite himself, sounded calm but awkward at the same time.

You smiled boyishly, "Of course it does, but I'm not kissing you until you feel better." You told him with a slight breathy laugh, your nerves finally calmed. He looked like his nerves had finally calmed too, but he looked more tired than he did before.

"Okay, I really need to go get you Tylenol and a cold towel so I can get you better," You said as you got up from the bed to go get his medicine and rag. Leon looked at you, silently protesting you getting up. You acted like you didn't see his look he gave you and walked out of the room.

You took in a deep breath, hardly believing what just happened was real. You couldn't help but smile stupidly while getting what you needed for Leon.

You practically skipped back into his dim lit room again, feeling like you were back in high-school and someone had just asked you to the school dance. Pushing down your excitement to an acceptable level, and walked over to Leon who was laying back down. You handed him a glass of water and two tablets of Tylenol for his fever and anything that was hurting. He understood without saying anything that he needed to take them.

He sat up and put both tablets in his mouth and took a drink of his water to wash them down. You took the water back and set it on his nightstand. "Lay down, I'm gonna put this on your head to help bring down your fever, okay?" You told him with a light smile playing on your lips.

"Mkay," He mumbled out, and you put the cold cloth on his forehead.

"Can you lay back down now?" Leon whined and you let out a small giggle at his neediness. You went back to your spot on his bed, but this time you cuddled yourself on him. He grinned and tested holding your hand, so you let him.

"I love you, Leon." You were scared to tell him you loved him since you'd only just confessed your feelings, but you figured it was better now than any other time.

"I love you too, Y/n."

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A/N!: Hi im sorry i havnt been writing! I have testing soon for school so i may be a little slow on writing again but i will try, Promise!

Be nice and i luv u!

[belovedcloud]

Drunk In Love

pairing: best friend! leon kennedy x fem! reader

✎ Synopsis: You go out to have a few drinks with friends, after being ditched you only have one person you trust to take you home. Leon comes to pick you up but it seems there's some underlying love issues in your friendship.

✎ Notes: Wanted to make a fluff fic for Leon. I love the best friend dynamic for him. Sorry for being gone for so long, I literally had no motivation to write. This literally took me like 21 days. Thank you for all the love :)

➤ WC: 2.7K

➤ CW: You're the one drunk, Leon being a sweetheart. No kisses, just hugs and pure fluff.

The constant banging in your ears was prominent as you drank away. To say the place was crowded was an understatement, shifting your body to contort your way through the chaos was difficult in itself. Even more so when you're wasted. Tipsy couldn't be described to you as your body stumbled forwards, clinging onto your friend as she took you to take a seat on one of couches. It really wasn't the comfiest but who were you to complain? The cracks of the well worn couch that could be felt as you shifted onto the cushioned seat made you whine slightly. A bar could at least refurnish their place every one in a while right?

"How much of a lightweight are you?" She took out a bottle of water from her purse, ushering you to drink some. A low groan was all you could respond back with, your dry lips slowly wrapping around the rim of the bottle as you stomached down some water. The cold liquid sliding down your throat, refreshing you in some way as your half lidded eyes slowly opened fully. Truly showing you the havoc that paraded in the four walls you were confined in.

In one corner, you saw random people making out - not really your thing. The middle of the room was overloaded with patrons drinking and dancing, the alcohol splashing out of their cups onto the cold tile floor. Nevertheless, it was nice seeing so many people bonding together. Even if it did mean that they were all subjected to one thing in common - being under the influence.

Warmth spread all around you, it was gross. You felt utterly sick as you tried to stand up. Your hope to walk was soon shut down as you stumbled back onto the couch, your friend holding you up. "What's up?" She mumbled as she looked at you, seeing that expression on your face told her everything she needed to know. You were about to vomit. She paced you over to the bathroom. Slumping your upper body over the toilet, your body took over. Your throat burned as you felt yourself throw up uncontrollably. God, it was absolutely disgusting seeing how your puke piled up. Slowly but surely, you were able to hover back up, flushing down the remains of what you ate and drank only a couple hours ago. Meanwhile, your friend was nowhere to be seen. Had she gone on and left you to be in the bathroom all by yourself? Your feet stumbled over one another as you peered out the cubicle, nope, she wasn't there. Even after 10 minutes of dizzily searching you still couldn't find her. That in itself was a problem but what the hell could you do? You were pissed out of your mind, let alone could you even walk so your next best option after being ditched was to ring your best friend. Leon.

The ringtone of your phone echoed throughout your head as you tried your best to hold it up to your ear. Checking the time on the neon light on the wall, it was way past midnight. 2:12 AM. Would Leon even answer at this time? Yes. Yes he would. A groggy voice hummed in your ears as Leon spoke "Hello?" Not only did you feel bad for waking him up, you were going to ask him for a favor but he was the only hope you had left. "Heeey, Leon I.. hiccup I need help." Was all you could slur out before a giggle erupted from your lips. Leon knew that tone of voice all too well, you were drunk. But not only drunk, you seemed completely out of your mind. He got up at an alarming rate, quickly dressing himself up before putting the phone on speaker. "Where are you?" He commented as his hand gripped on his phone tight, sliding on his trainers. The deafening music ringed out of the speaker before you conveyed to him where you were. "Velvet Verve.. hiccup you know the one d-downtown?" You mumbled out, feeling at your worst as the alcohol that was left in your system started to give you a migraine. Leon was already out of his apartment hearing you speak back. His fast footsteps could be heard over the phone as he threw himself in his car, slamming the door next to him. Revving up the engine all you heard was..

"Stay there."

You did exactly what he asked, you obeyed his command as your eyes flickered every minute on the time. 2:15... 2:16 etc. 10 minutes later, you see a familiar figure looking out for you. It wasn't long for him to find you slumped on the couch, a small smile on your face as he came over to you. "Where are your friends?" He presumed you went out with them, why would you go to a bar all by yourself? You responded with a shrug, clarifying to Leon that they had ditched you along the way. "Dunno.. They left I guess?" You murmured, thinking about it honestly made you feel a bit hurt. They might be your friends - absolutely no friend goes dumping their drunk friend in a bar though. A clear expression was smothered on Leon's face, he was disappointed that they would leave you behind when you obviously aren't in the best position. Leon approached you, his gaze followed your stammered movements - how much did you actually drink? Swiftly, he put his muscular arm around your waist, holding you up mumbling to you that you were gonna come back to his place. There was no place for you to argue back so a simple shrug left your body.

His grip was firm as he guided you out of the bar, you on the other hand were gripping onto him for dear life as your legs crossed over each other after you stumbled on your feet. A small smirk tugged Leon's lips as he saw your body try and keep up with his. Slowing down his pace, he took his time taking you to his car. "It's not long now," he whispered in your ear. A deep shiver pulsated throughout your body as his breath tickled your ear, a meek nod leaving you as your mouth laid speechless.

Adjusting yourself in the cushioned car seat, Leon's arms wrapped around your body as he pulled the seatbelt over you. The sharp 'click' symbolizing you were safe in the seat allowed Leon to shut the door - slowly walking around the front of the car, reaching the drivers seat and strapping himself in. "You okay?" The soft tone laced in Leon's voice made your eyes travel to his face, a warmth pooling in your heart as you took in his features. He was a beautiful man, his blue eyes staring into yours until your eyes perused on the moles that were splattered on his face. Handsome. He was the epitome of handsome. "Yeah..." Was all you could splutter out, hearing the ignition start up. You were practically gawking at him as he drove smoothly back to his apartment.

His eyes would flicker at you often, making sure you weren't about to puke all over yourself. God. If only he could tell you how pretty you were. It was all too much for him as his love for you built up for you over the years. Nevertheless, you both were friends. Strictly friends. Leon couldn't just blurt out how much he loved you... What if it ruined everything between the both of you? Years of friendship and comfort all down the drain because of him longing for you. Get a grip, Kennedy.

Soon enough, the tires slowed down as he parked in the parking lot. The engine giving a huff, clarifying the end of the short yet soothing journey you both voyaged on. Leon's head turned to face your direction, the sleepy expression plastered on your face told him everything he needed to know. He unbuckled his seatbelt, swiftly getting out the car and jogged over to your side. Your head slowly lolled up and down as you tried to stay awake. Being under the influence was really tiring once you knew you were safe. Leon made you feel safe. He had shown you how a man should care for you, a gentleman at it's finest. Leon's fingers gripped underneath the handle of the door, pulling it out to unravel you in front of him. Bending over you slightly he unplugged the seatbelt holding you. He felt your gaze on him, the hairs on the back of his next rose quick as he lifted himself off you. "You ready?" He asked before interlacing his fingers between yours to pull you out the car. Stumbling out, he caught you before you could fall - his eyes peering all over your form. You were about to black out. Without wasting time, Leon got you to start walking at a normal pace. His arm wrapped around your back as his hand grasped your waist, your movements still not steady nonetheless followed his. Your half lidded eyes barely making out what was in front of you, you were sandwiched between Leon trying to get his keys out his pocket and the door that was stopping you both from getting in.

Fishing out the metal of his pocket, he unlocked the door and guided you to his bedroom. The soft sheets enticed you immediately, the hefty amount of alcohol screaming at you to flop onto the bed. You did just that. A light chuckle escaped Leon's lips as he saw you messily climb up his bed, seeking out the plump pillow that laid at the top. His light footsteps slowly followed as he sat on the edge of his bed, watching your form contort into something that didn't really look that comfy.

"Are you comfy?" He questioned with a puzzled look on his face, seeing your body still shift around. A murmur left your mouth, half of your face mushed against the pillow. He slowly got to work removing the shoes you wore out and pulled his blanket over you. His gaze never once leaving your splayed out body in front of him. Oh, you were so pretty. A beautiful woman was all he saw. Drunk or not - he felt his heart warm up whenever he saw you. You were comfortable, really comfortable with how his bed hugged you. How did Leon have a better bed than you? As soon as you thought you were about to fall asleep, the bed got suddenly lighter. Uncontrollably, your head shot up and your eyes peered at Leon as you saw him nearly leave.

"Where are you going?" The crispiness of your voice allured Leon to look back. His eyes widened, Leon believed you fell asleep. "You're awake?" He approached the bed once again, sitting on the edge of it just like before. "Y-You didn't hiccup answer my question," your tone wavered from stern to soft as your eyes gazed into his. Leon felt himself get warm - that same feeling he gets when he sees you. "I- Uh.. I was going to sleep on the couch?" He explained as his fingers played with the blanket that covered you. A frown clearly spread across your face as you heard him say that. What? Sleep on the couch? No way were you going to allow that. "What? No..." You shuffled your body slightly to make space. Leon didn't understand what you were getting at until your hand softly patted the mattress. It clicked in his head.

"Hold on. You want me next to you?" He had to clarify for his own mental state. This was terrifying but exhilarating at the same time. How could he cope knowing you were next to him as he would try to sleep. He tried to argue saying he was fine on the couch but you wouldn't have it. Soon enough, he succumbed to your argument - resting his body as he shifted on the bed. "This okay? I'm not too close am I?" He whispered, keeping his voice quiet as heard your mellow breathing. "You're fine... Don't worry." A mutter elicited out your throat as you began to stare at him. Again. It just felt you couldn't get enough of him. This wasn't unnoticed by Leon as he averted his eyes from you. How the fuck were you able to get him so flustered? He had enough, Leon spoke up.

"You keep looking at me." He once again whispered, yet his tone was... scarily awkward. Your head tilted to one side as your brain tried to figure out a response to what he said. "You're handsome." Great. You just blurted out the obvious.

However, Leon did not expect that to come out of your mouth. Handsome? You thought he was handsome? No way. "You're drunk," Leon sighed out, looking at you but you frowned once again. "Yeah, but I still mean what I said." You groaned out, frustrated he wasn't taking the compliment. Leon's heart felt as if it was going to explode. He couldn't understand where this was coming from. Why was he so attracted to you? "I-I, c'mon get to sleep." He sputtered out, his hand stroking your arm. The blossoming touch made you feel tingly, subconsciously your body seemed to seek out for more of his touch. Both of your bodies pressed up against each other, you were happy and Leon was a blushing mess. His eyes peered down to your form beneath him only for your eyes to meet his. His breath hitched, seeing your eyes hazily bore into his own. "What?" He softly said contrasting the choke that left his mouth as he felt your arms hug his body. "Leon?" You mumbled out, seeing his adam's apple swallow hardly. He couldn't respond, he would do something stupid and he knew it. Leon's lips pursed together as he stared at you. "I like you." The confession broke Leon altogether. The once pursed lips broke as he looked at you shocked.

"Don't play with me right now, just go to sleep." His hand travelled to stroke your head, aiding him to calm his beating heart but also making you go sleepy. Did you say something wrong? "Do you not like me?" Your soft spoken voice echoed in his ears. Of course he liked you, he loved you for Christ sake. A sense of fear travelled throughout both of you. With you - you believed he didn't like you back. With him - he believed you spitting out nonsense because you were drunk. "I do. I love you." Leon stumbled his words out of his mouth, not thinking twice as he realized what he said. A toasty feeling flown within you. A smile spread across your face and Leon reciprocated it back. "But, you're drunk. And I don't want to ruin this thing we have already. You're precious to me and-" His words died off as he felt a playful smack hit his back. "Ow!" He yelped, his body jumping simultaneously.

"Shut up," you grumbled out, looking at him with a pout. A playful grin played on Leon's lips as he looked at you. Listening to you immediately he closed his mouth and admired your face. "Can I have a kiss?" The question hung above you both. Oh he wanted to kiss you so bad - however taking advantage of you was not something he wanted to do. Especially when he valued you so much. "No, I can't kiss you now." He gently caressed your cheek, his finger pads slightly pulling on your skin. You understood why he couldn't - instead of getting angry, you nodded as your eyes started to close. "Tomorrow though, yeah I can kiss you." Leon added onto his sentence. It brought a smile on your faces.

"Can we stay like this then?" The mellowness of your voice demonstrated how you felt. His gaze on you softened, of course you could stay like this. He wanted you in his arms forever - to protect you until he no longer could.

"Of course."

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girl I have one req in mind so Leon and reader wants so get intimate but reader insecure about her 🐱(bush,having outtie,not pink etc.) so how would Leon react/comfort her?tysm already

a/n; this is so personal to me I can't even explain it. I live for this idea you don't get ittttt—I love you for this request 🙏🏻 I think re4!leon is the best for this—he's mature, well adjusted, likely has some experience under his belt, but he's still clueless enough as to why such "silly things" would bother women since he's never experienced the same kind of standards

sum; re4!leon and his gf who doesn't think leon will like what he finds when she finally lets him see her for the first time

content; protected sex, reader has a few specifications for visuals but only for her 🐈, insecure!reader, body praise, pussy pronouns??? is that what it's called??? never written for it but here it is, soft sex, fingering, oral (f!receiving), leon is a sweetheart, aftercare

wc; 3.3k

Leon had proven he was an ideal man, even with all his troubles and baggage. He was kind, loving, supportive, strong, etc. The best you'd find nowadays without settling for a red flag. Despite leon proving his maturity and security over the last year of your relationship, you had refused to let him pleasure you. He was endlessly confused by it, always asking if you were sure, but he never pushed you. You'd give him head, jerk him off, but he had yet to return the favor of pleasure. You always reassured him that you were a giver, not a receiver. You got pleasure out of giving, is what you told him.

He never pushed. Never prodded for details. He simply accepted your preferences and took your word. Unbeknownst to him, it was getting hard to keep that up. Everytime you'd suck him off, or sit in his lap and let him grind at your clothed pussy til he came, it became harder not to ask for him to return the favor. Why didn't you?

Leon was clueless about why you never let him return the favor, but in recent weeks, he noticed something. He took note of everything. When you initiated something, you were more hesitant to deny his offer near the end. You were more insistent about him touching you—groping and kneading anywhere he could reach. But you still swore up and down that you didn't need it.

He wasn't having it now.

He had you in his lap, hands palming at your butt, keeping your hips in motion against his clothed length. He kissed gently along your neck, one hand creeping down to find the space between your thighs. Before he could touch you through your shorts, you shifted away, panting slightly as you looked at him, slightly dazed from the dry humping and heated kisses.

"What?" He mumbled. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Just... relax. Let me d—"

"Let me do the work," he mocked faintly, face drooping slightly at the repetition of what you told him everytime he tried to reciprocate pleasure.

"Okay, that's.. a little mean." You laughed it off. "What's your deal?"

"You want it. You've been hesitant to let go lately. You've been more persistent about me touching you right." He said simply, gently lifting you off of his lap so neither of you could ignore the conversation with advances.

"What are you talking about?" You huffed quietly.

"You never let me see you or touch you in the same way you do to me."

"Because I don't need it." You tried to laugh it off again, scooting in closer. He stopped you.

"No. I want honesty. Why won't you let me return the favor and give you what you want?" He asked firmly, hands placed harshly on your thighs to keep you from moving.

"Leon, can we not do this? You know I like to give more than take." You looked away, shifting your body so you could close your legs and tuck them under your weight.

"Why?" He asked again.

You moved to get up, fully prepared to just go and finish yourself off in the shower and just ignore him, but he stopped you, hand over your wrist.

"How long have we been together?"

You blinked at him. "Two years?"

"Two years in two weeks. How long have we been getting intimate?"

"Uh.. a year?"

"And I've still never seen you naked."

"So?" You scoffed. "It's a preference, Leon."

"No, it's something else. You get scared when I ask you if you want me to help you out. If it's something trauma related, I want to know so I'm not accidently triggering something for you. If it's insecurity related, I need to know so that I can get that stupid shit out of your head. You have nothing to be insecure or afraid of." He spoke firmly, taking your hands into his as he shifted so you'd look at him.

"It's not.. it's not trauma. It just... looks weird, okay?" You finally spat out, brows furrowing.

"What does?"

"Everything. My body. My.." you exhaled heavily, frowning slightly as you looked down. "It's not appealing, Lee. It looks different than what I'm sure you've seen from other women."

"So?" He scoffed. "Babe," he lifted a hand to your cheek, letting you lean into the touch as he lifted your head. "I've seen a lot. I've only been with a few girls, and I've seen enough to know I don't give a damn."

"That doesn't—you don't understand. Most girls have an innie."

"A what now?" He blinked.

"Innie. You know, like belly buttons? They either protrude or are tucked away."

"Yes? What's that gotta do—oh. Oh."

"Yeah. Same thing happens with women's labia. It either stays nice and tucked away, or it poked out and looks weird. Even weirder if you've got a damn bush. Men don't like either, but the combination is even worse."

"I've seen that. Why's it matter? So long as I'm not opening myself up to an STD or a pussy with teeth inside, I don't see why the look of it matters." He looked genuinely dumbfounded. Not because he didn't understand the differences in women's bodies, but because he didn't understand the pressure you felt from yours looking different.

"It's not visually arousing!" You argued. "Guys in the past have made it clear that it's not very nice to look at. Even when I shaved—which I fucking hate doing."

"Listen to me." He cupped your face with both hands, leaning in for a quick kiss. "You are my girlfriend, and the woman I hope to call my wife someday, and if I'm lucky and I don't die before 35, I'd love to have some kids with you."

His words made your heart jolt, eyes widening slightly.

"All that said, I need you to understand that my love for you is bigger than what you look like." He leaned in to press your forehead to his. "If you truly don't want me to see you right now, then I won't push, but I need you to understand that you're the most beautiful woman I could have ever imagined I'd have the luck to be loved by."

"You swear on my life, your life, and our relationship that even if you don't like it, you wouldn't change your mind about me as a person?" You whispered quietly, lower lip quivering slightly from anxiety.

"I swear on everything. My life. Your life. Our relationship. My job. Our—"

You cut him off with a giggle, kissing him softly as you fell forward to hug him. "Okay, okay, no more swearing." You murmured, head falling to nuzzle into the side of his neck.

"Are you willing to let me see you tonight?" He asked softly, gently brushing your hair back and holding you tenderly as he scooted you back into his lap.

"Just... be warned." You pulled back, that shy look returning. "I haven't shaved. Or trimmed. In a while." Your voice returned to a quiet whisper.

Leon chuckled, lips curling into a mischievous grin. "A man fears no bush." He leaned in for another kiss, deeper this time. It took a minute of coaxing, but once your body gave in, you let him turn around and lay you down, his lips glued to yours the entire way down.

"You," you muttered, his lips interrupting you. "are so cheesy." You finished, making him laugh quietly.

"Be glad I didn't make a jungle joke. Or a Jumanji reference."

"Don't make me change my mind." You deadpanned.

"Alright, alright, no more jokes. Just focusing on my pretty lady." He dipped his head down and kissed his way down your body, stopping once he got to the waistband of your shorts. He looked up at you one more time, waiting for you to nod before he gently tugged the fabric down, your panties coming down with the shorts.

You closed your eyes, tight as you subconsciously held your breath. You expected a noise. A face. Anything to express dislike. But all that came was a shuddery breath and a soft kiss to your inner thigh. He sucked a light bruise into your thigh, moving onto the other one, repeating the process until he felt satisfied. Your head lifted and your eyes opened to look at him, finding him already looking up at you as his lips worked their way back up your thighs, stopping merely an inch from where you needed him most.

"Whoever convinced you that this was unattractive must have not liked pussy." He said bluntly, and before you could even laugh or tell him he was a doofus, his tongue was licking a long, flat stripe between your folds, making you gasp and quiver at the sensation.

"Leon," you breathed, head falling back against the pillow.

"Shh, 's okay," he uttered, tongue finding your clit with ease before he took the tiny nub between his lips and suckled gently. You squeaked, hips jolting. "Fuck," he cursed, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "She's fuckin' sopping, baby." He pulled back just far enough to take a better look, two fingers coming to gently spread your folds so he could see the wetness that had accumulated from simply dry humping and some nasty kisses.

"Lee," you whined. "Don't do that." You tried to reach down to hide yourself, pouting in embarrassment.

"No, no, not a chance." He grabbed your hand and held it down, shaking his head. "I've waited this long, I'm not letting you hide from me. Not when she's waiting so patiently for me. Don't you wanna give your pretty pussy what she's been fucking aching for?"

His words made your body shake slightly, pussy clenching around nothing. He could feel it, his lips curling upward with satisfaction. "Just.. don't stare like that. Please?"

"Don't worry, you'll get used to it." He promised, leaning back in to let his tongue circle your hole, only to delve in and get a proper, pure taste of you. His eyes rolled back, a low groan leaving him as he listened to you try to stifle your pitchy sounds. His tongue retracted and licked smoothly up to your clit and focused there. He repeated that pattern for a while until he felt you were ready for a little more. With his mouth still torturing your clit, he inserted two fingers, cautious but confident.

"O-oh, Leon," you gasped softy, back arching eagerly into his touch. He pumped two fingers back and forth ever so gently, slow in his need to build up and prepare you. His mouth pulled from your clit with a lewd slurp, only for him to lean in with soft, sweet kitten licks, making you twitch and grind up against his ministrations.

"She's so good already—so perfect," he purred, kissing his way up your body and finding your lips as he slowly increased the pace and curled his fingers, eliciting a gasp and a pitchy, drawn out moan from you. "You're so beautiful." He breathed, leaning in for a deeper kiss to get you distracted and eased so you weren't concerned about his opinions.

Leon worked you all the way to the edge, getting you to melt into his arms and accept the pleasure without worry, and just as you dug your nails into his arms, he eased to a stop, fingers retracting gently. You blinked up at him, panting quietly.

"Why did you—"

"That was just the appetizer." He purred, settling comfortably between your legs as he kissed your jawline. "Now I've gotta give you the real deal. Is that okay with you?" He asked softly, his clean hand gently soothing up and down your hip.

"Yeah, yeah, that's.. that's okay." You breathed, swallowing harshly as you watched him lean over to the nightstand to retrieve a condom. You opened your mouth to ask when he bought those, but you halted as he undid his pants and pushed them down. He opened the condom and rolled the pre-lubed material down his length, giving himself a couple of strokes before he lined himself up with your entrance.

"Tell me if it hurts, okay?" He asked, leaning down to press his forehead to yours. You gave a slight nod, gaze downward to watch as he slowly pushed inward, a slow moan drawing out from his throat. You hissed, but urged him to continue as you eased yourself to relax around his girth. He brought a hand down to gently massage your clit, his other hand pushing your shirt upward to grope and knead your breast, pinching gently at your nipple.

You mewled softly as he bottomed out, his cock filling you perfectly. Your thighs trembled, body aching beneath him. Not painfully, but rather with desire. You'd used toys before, obviously, given you'd been satisfying yourself for so long, but nothing compared to being in his hold, his hands all over you, and his cock filling you up like he was meant to.

"You okay?" He asked softly, thumb expertly circling your clit and allowing you to twitch and relax around him as you adjusted to his girth.

"Yeah," you breathed, eyelids falling shut with a blissful sigh leaving your lips. "You can move if you want. I don't need that long to adjust." You mumbled.

"Well, thanks to society, I know nothing about my girlfriend's body or her limits, so it'll take a while for me not to treat you like a porcelain doll." He mumbled, leaning to for a slow, easy kiss as his cock dragged backward halfway, then eased back in. He took his hand off your breast and reached to take your hand in his, holding it with the utmost care as he worked his hips back and forth slowly. It wasn't loud, wasn't rough, wasn't fast. It wasn't like any of the videos or standards you'd grown to think it'd be like.

He was slow, cautious yet confident, caring with every move, attentive to every little noise and movement of your body. His attentiveness almost made your heart squeeze whenever he'd stop entirely if you gave a sound that seemed pained rather than pleased. He was prepared to stop for any reason whatsoever.

"Don't let anyone ever tell you you're undesirable." He whispered softly, his hand leaving your clit so he could gently hold your face and let you lean into the touch. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, and I'm a goddamn fool for you." He lifted your chin for another kiss, a little faster this time.

You moaned softly, back arching. Your free hand came to rest at the back of Leon's neck, fingers carding softly through the bottom of his hair as his hips remained slow and steady. "You can go faster. Please, go faster, Lee." You begged softly, legs wrapping around his waist to keep him closer.

"Whatever you want, baby." He did as told, hips gradually speeding up to a maintained pace. Each thrust inward, his tip grazed that spongy spot inside of you, pushing squeaks and gasps and moans from your throat as your body began to bounce with the new speed.

"Oh, fuck," you gasped, back arching as your head fell back, nails digging into his hand and the nape of his neck. "Lee!" You squealed, thighs quivering. "'M sss—so close," your words were drawn out with pitchy moans. Leon's hand left your cheek and came down to fondle with your breast again, switching between the two mounds as he watched them bounce and jolt with each pump of his cock.

"Go on, baby. Take it. Fuck—she's squeezin' me so fuckin' tight." He hissed, brows furrowing slightly as he fought to maintain his pace and rhythm to keep you on the incline to pleasure. Instead of letting him explore your body with his free hand, you reached eagerly to grab it, searching for every bit of reassurance that he truly was here, genuinely enjoying himself, and it wasn't just another dream.

"Lee—Leon!" You choked.

"Cum for me. Please. Cum on my cock. Let me feel your pretty pussy fuckin' milk me." He begged, leaning in for a sloppy kiss as you finally let loose, body twitching and locking up momentarily before it eased into a limp mess. You heaved, barely mustering the focus and energy to return his hungry kiss as he fucked you through your orgasm, meeting his own moments later. With a deep grunt, he filled the condom, lips falling open in a breathy, choked, drawn out whiney moan as he let your cunt convulse and encourage every last bit of his cum to spill into the condom.

He slowly eased out of you, trying not to collapse on top of you as he rushed to discard the condom in the bedside trashcan—it was almost full, so he'd get rid of it later. Once discarded, he let himself fall into you, engulfing you in his embrace from above. His arms went around your waist, pulling you into him as he snuggled his face into the side of your neck, letting you catch your breath as he mouthed softly at the flesh he could reach. His hands soothed gently along your back, tickling your sides with his feathery touch.

Once your breathing evened out, Leon slipped and laid on your side, pulling you onto your side and into him. "You still there, baby?" He asked softly, brushing your hair away from your face to find you looking up at him.

"Yeah. 'Course I am." You whispered, watching him chuckle softly.

"There's my girl. You feel okay?" He mused quietly, fingertips gently carding through your hair and massaging your scalp.

"Feel good." You exhaled, head falling forward against his chest.

"Hey," he tilted your head back, making you look back up at him. "Don't do that again."

"What?" You frowned, sleep lacing your features.

"Hide from me. Never again. Promise me, baby." He paused, eyes softening as they looked into yours. "Promise me that whatever you're afraid of, whatever comes between you and your comfort or your happiness, you won't hide from me again." His hand came to cup your cheek, brushing his thumb over your cheekbone.

"I didn't.. I didn't know it would be such a big deal for you. I'm sorry." You leaned in and hid in his chest, feeling him exhale.

"I'm not mad." He laughed a little. "I just need you to know you're safe here. No judgment, no secrets, no need to be afraid. Ever." He curled around you, letting you stay in your comfortable hiding spot.

"I promise. I'll do better about it." You nodded, pressing a small kiss to his chest, right where you could hear and feel his heartbeat.

"I love you. More than anything imaginable."

"I love you, too, Lee."

"You wanna sleep now?"

"Mmh, I have to pee first." You groaned, uncomfortable and groggy.

"Go on, then. I'll swap the sheets and get you some water." He slowly pulled away, helping you out of the bed and parting after a sweet kiss so you could go about your business while he fixed up the messy sheets.

Upon wiping yourself up, now washing your hands, you groaned quietly. "Leeee?" You called, emerging from the bathroom and peeking into the bedroom.

He walked back into the bedroom with two bottles of water and a makeshift snack plate with crackers, fruit, and some chocolate. "Yeah?" He bumped the door shut, a piece of candy already in his mouth, making his cheek puff out slightly. Likely one of those old person candies he liked—butterscotch or the hard strawberry candies.

"Oh, I'm so in love with you." You grinned, meeting him halfway and eagerly kissing him. "I was gonna ask if you wanted to make some food but you read my mind."

"Sex makes me hungry." He shrugged, but smiled at your affection as he led you back to the clean bed.

"Well, normally you aren't doing the work." You giggled.

"Yeah, but now I am, and I'm really hungry." He crawled into the bed and pulled you in to follow, plate held off to the side as he tugged you into his lap.

"Love you." He purred, hugging you tight with his free arm.

"Love you, Lee."