SYNOPSIS: One day, as you’re doing your spring cleaning, you come across Leon’s old RPD uniform. You ask him to try it on, but you didn't think you’ll like it as much as you did.
PAIRING: RE9 Leon Kennedy x Wife!Reader
WORD COUNT: 3.1k
WARNINGS/TAGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, Smut, fluff, a single rice grain of angst, mentions of Raccoon City and the outbreak, this happens after the events of Resident Evil Requiem, established relationship, fem!Reader, afab!Reader, dom!Leon x sub!Reader, cursing, uniform kink, bondage through handcuffs👀, slight roleplay, “sir” and “officer” kink?, ripping clothes, edging, nipple play, fingering, manhandling, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it please), full nelson position, creampie, kissing, making out, praise, dirty talk, teasing, pet names (Sweetheart, princess, love, darling, baby, good girl), aftercare
NOTES: Last day of 13 Days of Leon!! I LOOOOVE Leon in his RPD uniform, this is so self-indulgent😖 Also out of character? I lowkey don't see Leon ever doing this, but hey, this is fanfiction after all! I hope you enjoy this one, I went all out😝
“Alright, so that’s done…” You mumble to yourself after deep cleaning the kitchen. You rubbed away all the stuck oil from the stoves, broomed the floors, and even said goodbye to snacks you didn’t even know you had in your pantry. Everything was now organized and spotless as you appreciate your work.
You run through your mental checklist in your head. Bedroom? Done. Bathroom? Done. Living room? Done. Dining room? Done. Now all that’s left is the couple of closets that were throughout the apartment. You started with the one near the front door, though, there wasn’t much to do other than organize the endless amounts of leather jackets Leon kept up in there.
But yet again, you were doing your annual spring cleaning, so you ended up doing more than what was necessary. Once the closet was to your liking, you moved onto the next one, which was in the hallway leading to your and Leon’s shared bedroom. You don’t really go into this closet as much, as you usually have everything you need already out or stored in your own closet. Leon would use this closet a lot when he’s home, so you’d suspect there will be things such as tool kits or even some of his gear from work.
When you opened the closet, your suspicions were right. Along with those things were even more of his leather jackets, the safe he showed you a while back where he said there’s a handgun stored in case of emergencies, and a cardboard box. The closet was very full, but it seems like Leon kept a good job on keeping it clean. Nonetheless, some dusting wouldn’t hurt, especially since from what you remembered, he hasn’t been in this closet since he left for his mission a bit over a month ago.
Mindful of his belongings, you got the light coating of dust off everything, only touching things to move them out of the way to make sure you didn’t miss any spots. Once you got near the cardboard box, you lifted it off the shelf it was on and moved to place it on the ground, however, scribblings on top of it caught your eye. You looked at the box to see it was labeled “Raccoon City.”
You knew of the city, of what happened to it. It was after a bit over a year of dating Leon where he finally opened up about it. He was just going to his first day as a cop, was late, and stumbled into an apocalypse. Right place at the wrong time. He was the very few of many that managed to escape the place before it was wiped off the map. Leon actually went back to its ruins recently on a previous mission, to look for answers to the disease he was carrying. You were so relieved when he came back good as new.
Contemplation weighed on your shoulders as you stared at the box in your arms. You shouldn’t look into it, this is Leon’s personal belongings, but a feeling in you wanted to take a look at his past and what it contained. You decided against it, if he wants to show you its contents, he will when he is ready. As you stepped down the stepstool you brought it to put the box down on the floor, you heard the front door open.
“Sweetheart, I’m home!” Leon shouted as he closed the door behind him, paper rustling echoed throughout the apartment.
“Hi hun, I’m in here!” You exclaimed back as you dusted your hands off on your shorts. Leon appeared not even a second later carrying a bunch of paperbags.
“There you are. I bought the groceries you asked for dinner tonight,” Leon raised the bags a little before seeing what you were doing in the closet. “I see you’re still in the process of cleaning.”
“Yeah, almost done with it,” you said, a little nervous as you feel like you were caught, especially near that box. Leon caught you looking down, and followed your eyes to the box.
“Oh,” Leon said simply, “Seems like you found my box of memories.”
You were a little taken aback from his calm composure, but then, he is a trained agent. “Yeah. But don’t worry, I didn’t look in it or anything. Gosh, this looks so bad right now.”
Leon chuckles. “No, it doesn’t baby. I believe you.”
You both look down at the box some more.
“Do you want me to show you what’s inside? I feel like I can share this with you.” Leon says after the silence. Your eyes widen as you look up to him.
“Are you sure?” You ask.
“Yeah, I already told you enough context. Let me just put these groceries down in the kitchen,” Leon says as he walks away, “You bring the box to the bedroom. I’ll be right there.”
You took the box back into your arms, albeit a little shaky now. Whether that’s from excitement or anxiety, you couldn’t tell. You went into the room, placed it down on the bed before taking a seat next to it, patiently waiting for Leon. He then comes in, and you just couldn’t help but admire his appearance. How decades of battles have supposedly withered him, he aged with it perfectly. While it wasn’t graceful the whole process, he managed to be in a good spot now. Secure. Stable. Relaxed.
“Okay, let’s see what we got here,” Leon groaned out as he sat on the bed, “Haven’t looked into this box in a while myself.”
His calloused hands carefully unfolded the top of the box. Once opened, he took a peek inside while you waited for him to show you whatever he found. He dips his hand in and brings it out, holding something that shined in gold.
“It’s my police badge,” he said, almost like he was reminiscing. He held it out to you to see and you smiled, imagining him proudly displaying it on the job. Your smile grew smaller knowing he probably only had the chance to do it once. Leon brings his hand back and looks at it a little longer, running his thumb over the detailed surface before putting it back in the box. Rummaging through it, he chuckled when he lifted a square piece of paper.
“Ever wondered what I looked like as a rookie?” He asked as he turned the polaroid towards you. Your face reacted before you could stop it and you ripped the photo out of his hand.
“Stop-” You blinked hard at the photo. You couldn’t stop the grin growing on your face. There was your Leon, but he looked way younger, he looked like he had a baby face. He had squishy cheeks and still sported that side part he has now, but shorter. “You looked so cute!”
Leon smiled as his face turned slightly red from your reaction. “You’re telling me I don’t look cute now?”
You turned to him with a scoff. “You know that's not what I meant. You come back home bloody and battered and I still would call you cute. This is a wholesome kind of cute though.”
Leon laughed at your self defense. “Just messing with you, baby.” He held his hand out to take the photo back before putting it back. He then moved a couple things and inhaled sharply.
“What’d you find?” You asked softly. Leon went into the box with both hands now and brought it out. The room went still.
“It’s my cop uniform.” He said as he inspected it. It looked almost new.
“Oh. It looks very nice, not like the uniforms you see around today. This looks like it has personality and pride,” you said, trying to lighten the energy in the room as you took in the uniform. It consisted of a navy collared shirt with matching pants with shields for the knees and elbows and straps to hold resources. It would all be completed with the vest with the abbreviation RPD in big white, bold letters.
“Yeah, I was so excited to get it,” he smiled softly, “Kinda sucks I only wore it once.”
“Do you want to try it on now?” You said before you realized what you were asking. You can be asking that, now with this and now.
“Oh shit. That’s-” You panicked before his voice rang out to stop you.
“I guess it doesn’t hurt to try?” He looked at you, anticipation in his eyes. Your jaw slightly dropped, but the moment you got he was as curious as you were about the uniform, you shrugged and nodded your head. He took the uniform and went to the conjoined bathroom to change.
You waited on the bed, your hands together on your lap. Thoughts were running in your head saying this might be a little too far, that it was disrespectful to make him put the uniform on, especially since the last time he wore it, he was fighting for survival. The door then creaked open slowly.
“What do you think?” Leon asked as he stepped out. Your mouth flew open for the billionth time today.
The uniform looked amazing on him. While it might’ve fit slightly baggy on his rookie self, the uniform hugged his form perfectly. He looked like a seasoned professional cop going on a regular shift around town.
“The fabric has some pretty good stretch, but geez I don’t remember it being this fitted…” he dragged on as he looked down at himself.
“You look so good,” you said as you stood up from the bed and walked up to him. You ran your hands up his vest, still somehow able to feel the hard muscle underneath.
“You seem to enjoy this on me a little too much,” Leon teased.
“And if I say that I am? Is that wrong?” You ask cautiously. Leon looked into your eyes before his own darkened a bit. You know that look.
“Are… Are you being serious?” He asked slowly. You nodded your head, biting your lip. Leon then huffed out a laugh as he shook your head.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you planned this,” he said, and you swore his voice went down an octave as his hands landed on your waist. It was then you saw he also put his gloves on as well.
“Maybe I did,” You said as you leaned into him, “Officer.”
“Shit…” Leon breathed out before giving you a consuming kiss, “You can’t be calling me those things.”
“It’s just for tonight, sir. I’ll promise to be good,” you said as you caught your breath from his kisses.
“Yeah? You’ll be a good girl and not give me any trouble?” You nodded your head enthusiastically this time. He tutted as his hand went on to the back of your head, tilting your head up. “Use your words, princess. I get you have the right to remain silent and all, but not in here.”
“God…” you grinned hard to hide your snickering from his lame reference before getting back into whatever you two were playing. “Yes, sir. I will be on my best behavior.”
“Good,” Leon said as you leaned up to kiss him again. Then all the sudden, you were whipped around and felt Leon get your arms behind your back. You heard metal jingling when it hits you to what he is doing. Cold metal hits your wrists.
“Is this okay?” He asks, putting a brief pause to this roleplay you were doing. You answer by rubbing your ass on his crotch, feeling his hard on.
“More than okay. But if I may ask, officer, why did you cuff me?” You fake pouted over your shoulder. Leon snapped back into his role quickly.
“Just in case you pull anything,” Leon said as he turned you back around, holding your chin in between his thumb and index finger, “I trust you and all, but better be safe than sorry. It’s protocol.”
Leon then pushed you onto the bed. He moved the box to the floor before getting on top of you. He was practically devouring you with his eyes, and with your sense of not being able to touch anything or any part of him with your hands, it made everything feel much more intense. You squirmed under his gaze.
“Now what am I going to do with you…” Leon pondered as he looked down at your body.
“Maybe fuck me.” You said, which he was taken aback by your straightforwardness. However, he liked your new found confidence.
“As you wish,” he said as he looked at what seemed like your chest, thinking for a moment. He then puts his hands on your shoulders. “Gotta prep you first, though.”
You hear it before you feel it. The sound of fabric ripping.
You moaned as the cold air hit your torso, making your nipples pebble immediately as Leon tossed the ruined fabric to the side. He leaned down towards your breast, but didn't act before he said, “Don’t worry, I’ll buy you a new one later.”
His mouth enveloped one of your tits as his other gloved hand went to play with the other. You cried out in pleasure as everything that happened the past minute just made you wetter. You couldn’t go to grab at Leon’s hair like you usually do when he would suck and lick on your breasts, so you resorted to arching your back, trying to get more of your tit into his mouth. He seemed to get the message as he held you down and went to lather his mouth all over your other nipple.
As he did that, his other hand left your breast and started to slowly drag down your body. He slipped his hand under short shorts and dragged two fingers down your slit over your panties.
“Fuck, all wet already. Practically ruined these panties.” Leon’s voice dripped with lust as he tugs them to the side, running his fingers through your slick. You began to whine as he circled his finger perfectly over your clit, making you gush some more. He then brings two fingers to your entrance and slowly pushes it in.
“Damn, you’re so tight.” He moans out as he quickly goes to find that spongey spot inside you. He perfectly curls his fingers on it, causing you to let out breathy calls of his name. “There you go, darling. That’s it.”
He then adds his thumb back to your swollen pearl, circling it causing your cunt to open up more for him, allowing him to slide in a third digit. His fingers are long and thick, not equivalent to his cock, but does the same job as you're quickly approaching your climax. Just as you are teetering over the edge, it all gets taken away from you as Leon removes his hand from your pussy.
“Leon-” you exclaim as you feel the pressure between your legs instantly fade away. You clench around nothing as you hear him undo his belt. You open your eyes to see Leon crawl up the bed, confused until you are lifted to sit up against his chest.
Your eyes roll back as you feel Leon run his length through your folds from behind. He spreads your legs and lifts you up a bit, nudging the tip right on your entrance.
“Holy shit-” you say breathlessly once you realize this is how Leon is going to take you. You get cut off as he spears you onto his cock.
“Fuck baby!” He winces out as he feels overwhelmed with your walls closing in on his dick. He pushes you down some more every couple of seconds until he is fully bottomed out into your pussy. He lays his head over your shoulder, his breath warm on your pulse. “Let me know when you’re ready to continue, hun.”
Your mind is mush, already cockdrunk despite Leon just now getting in you. You eventually catch up and tell him, “Now, please, just move-fuck!”
Leon lifts you until only his tip remains in your pussy before pulling you back down again. He repeats this motion, grinding his hips up towards you to match your movements. You could only sit there and take it, as the handcuffs chains clinked from you pulling on it from behind.
Everything felt deliciously too much. The fabric of his vest rubbing harshly on your back to the firm grip Leon had on your thighs, it all felt so good. You brought a hand up to your breast to knead as you tried to support Leon with your bounces, his tip hitting on your g-spot with every downward movement.
Leon struggled to keep his eyes open as he fucked into you. He couldn’t miss a single second of the display right in front of him. Your legs parted displaying your swollen, stretched out pussy greedily taking his cock. Your tits bouncing with every movement as your head leaned on the other shoulder he is not on, almost drooling. He couldn’t resist the groan he let out at the sight of the creamy ring forming on the base of his dick whenever he lifted you up.
“Shit, you’re so good for me, such a good girl. Fuck-” Leon grunted into your ear before licking down your neck, biting down once he reached your shoulder. He then brought a hand to your count, assisting you on reaching your high as he pressed firm circles on your overstimulated clit. “Let’s get you there, yeah?”
You let out a scream of pleasure at all the sensations. After a couple more thrusts, your orgasm hit hard out of nowhere. You leaned forward, but Leon caught you by wrapping his arms around your waist and kept you up as you went through your aftershocks. He also used this hold to keep fucking up into you until he reached his own peak, spilling his thick, warm load deep inside you and with call of your name. He then leaned back into the headboard, taking you with him as his cock was still inside you, making you whine.
“Christ, that was a lot,” Leon huffed out, still catching his breath. He then looked down at you, moving your damp hair out of your face, “How are you doing, baby? You with me?”
“Mhmm…” you hummed out as you basked in the afterglow. Your bodies were sweaty and worn out, but damn that was one of the best fucks Leon has ever given you.
“Look at you, let’s clean you up, yeah?” Leon said as he slowly sat up and lifted you off his dick. Your combined juices quickly started to run down your thighs and Leon quickly picked you up bridal-style to bring you to the bathroom. You noticed his regular clothes from earlier on the counter as he placed you to sit on the toilet as he got out of his remaining uniform and turned to get the bath ready. You leaned back on the bathroom mirror and stared at your doting husband. How lucky you were to have him.
END NOTES: We finally completed 13 Days of Leon Kennedy!! Thank you so much for joining me on this ride and for your much appreciated patience. I wanted to do these 13 days right, and with how chaotic May-June was, I didn't want to rush any of it. Thank you for the 100 (now 300!!) followers, I hope you love this celebration as much as I did, lets do this again some time!!<33
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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.
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SYNOPSIS: You were getting really worried about Leon's alcoholic tendencies and reminded him how you will always be here for him when he needs it in any way. After some consideration, he takes up on your offer.
PAIRING: Vendetta Leon Kennedy x Agent Partner!Reader
WORD COUNT: 4.8k
WARNINGS/TAGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, angst, but fluffy ending, Reader is also a survivor of Raccoon City, alcohol, arguing, drunk Leon:(, Leon struggling to let go full turkey, he is fully sober during the smut dw, switch!Leon x switch!Reader, unprotected p in v (be responsible!!), handjob, cum eating, nipple play, missionary, making out, lots of kisses, and crying, very emotional sex, multiple orgasms, pulling out method, praise, begging, aftercare, morning after, sober confessions!!, cuddles, petnames (hun, honey, baby, sweetheart, beautiful)
NOTES: WE ARE BACK YA’LL WITH THE END OF 13 DAYS OF LEON and YESSS FINALLY. A VENDETTA LEON FIC. I LOVE VENDETTA LEON SM. This is also lowkey a little deep and sad, so proceed with caution. (I always make it have a happy ending anyway😞)
“Leon…” You softly say under your breath followed by a sigh as you look over the mess of a man sitting across the room at the bar.
Chris had called you a bit over half an hour ago asking you to “get your partner, he’s drowned himself in wallowing again.” He sure wasn’t wrong, as your fellow agent is currently burying his face into his arms crossed on the table. His mop of black box dyed hair obscures whatever mood he is in as he is crowded by an array of glasses. His infamous whiskey, a fat bottle of rum, cheap bottles of beer, you name it. It seems he is very deep in it today.
Despite there being multiple people just like him scattered about the establishment or are being the complete opposite, dancing around and playing a dart game or two, your focus is entirely on Leon as you carefully maneuver the crowd. This place is not really your scene, not since you were practically forced to work for the government after the catastrophe that was Raccoon City. The temptations being led by the idea of trying anything to forget the things you’ve seen had to be immediately cut from your life; one of the most important lessons you’ve learned from government training is alertness, whether you were on the clock or not.
The moment you step a couple of feet behind Leon, the heavy scent of alcohol is nearly a smack to the face. You keep your neutral expression up regardless, you don’t want to make him feel worse than he already did. Once you got to him, you gently placed a hand on his shoulder. When that got no reaction, you began to softly shake him. “Leon?”
His body twitched to life under your fingers as his shoulders raised and stayed that way. His head slowly lifted from his arms and he turned it to the side. After a second, his gravelly voice whispered out your name before dropping his head back down. He didn’t even look at you. Unfortunately, you were not new to these antics. You took a seat at an empty stool next to him.
“Let me guess,” Leon slurred out, muffled by his hiding place, “Redfield called you to babysit me again.” It sounded more like a statement than a question.
“What if I just wanted to hang out with my drunk coworker, is that too bad?” You replied sarcastically, attempting to lighten the mood, but you already knew it would work as you got no response back.
“Okay, not a big fan of how you worded it, but yes.” You say as you sit against the bar on your stool, looking out towards the crowd before looking back at him. “Chris did sound more worried on the phone than usual though, and to be honest now that I’m here, I’m glad I came.”
Leon lifted his head again, his eyes squinting at you. “The hell is that supposed to mean?”
“You’re a very obvious mess right now, Leon.” You flat out tell him. There is no use in sugarcoating anything anymore. “And this is not just the drinking. Your issues are being shown clearly in your performance, in how you are taking care of yourself, in everything that you do.”
Leon groans to that of a toddler as he hides himself again. His hand instinctively goes to grab a glass, but you are not letting him have another single drop. You stand from your seat and get a firm grip under his arms and pull up. “Okay, up we go.”
“What the fuck? Let go of me.” Leon grumbled out, trying to sway out of your hold. Out of pure luck, you get to pull him steps away from his seat. You can feel the eyes staring at you both, but you honestly didn’t care. You needed Leon to get far away from this place. Leon stumbles around despite staying in place from where you pulled him, so you bring one of his arms over your shoulder and start walking him out. He moves to speak, but the quick sharp look you gave him shut him up, at least for now.
“Get off me-” Leon rushes to get away the moment you take a step out of the bar, almost as if your touch burned him. You scoff as he tries to balance himself after tripping on his two feet. “I don’t need you swooping in wherever I spend my personal time tryin’ to save me.”
“Maybe I wouldn’t if you just learned to at least control yourself!” You start as you walk towards Leon as he leaned on a nearby light post. “You don’t think I worry when you come in every morning with a headache? Or when I see you spacing off into god knows what during transports? Having me wonder if you lose focus out in the field and how that can get you killed? No matter if it’s by the bottle or the end of someone else’s gun, you are drinking yourself to death, Leon.”
“Why do you even care?” Leon wheezes out before coughing the other way, trying not to hurl. You quickly run to his side as he lets it out, rubbing his back to comfort him. While him being drunk annoys you to bits, you could never leave his side, he needs help.
“How could I not, we’ve been through everything together.” You trail off as Leon sits on the curb, shuddering still from throwing up. “I feel like sometimes you forget that I’ve seen things too. People dying, promises I couldn’t keep, I want to erase them from my memory just as much as you, but I don’t want to destroy myself. Despite the feelings of failure and having no option but to serve the government, we have to look at what’s ahead. We still have people to save, the fight to end the attack of bioterrorism is not over yet.”
“And you don’t have to go through this fight alone. I always come to end your pity parties because I really do care about you, Leon. I always have since Raccoon City when I met you at the police station after you saved my life. It’s the very least I can do for you as a friend.” You say the last part with a sense of yearning, which you stop to cringe at as you hope Leon didn’t catch onto it. You slowly turn to look at Leon to see him looking at you, his eyes glossed over. Whether it was by tears or being drunk is beyond you, but you knew he did listen.
“All I am asking of you is to at least try to limit the drinking, and if you need someone by your side to do it, I’m here. I always will.” You finish off before looking at the pavement under your feet. Leon also looks down, deep in thought. After a beat, you stand up before giving a hand. “Now c’mon, let me drive you home.”
・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・
Leon has been up nights ever since that day you got him at the bar. Not just from him trying to complete your wish of lessening the load on drinking (Though that has been a very difficult task to keep up with), but from your words. He wonders how on earth can you deal with it all and make it look so easy? From your bright smile and confident energy, no one would ever think you went through the things on that dreaded day. Leon spends every second and every day thinking back to the things he did and didn’t do, of how he wishes he can go back knowing the things he knows now.
His bed sheets are drenched in sweat as he tosses and turns for the hundredth time tonight. His fingers just tics for the feeling of the glass of a bottle. His head is swimming with millions of thoughts and he just can’t handle it anymore, not in the dead silence of his apartment.
He throws the covers off his body and goes for his closet. He throws on a t-shirt and a pair of black jeans haphazardly before grabbing his phone off his nightstand. His gut churns at the sight of the ungodly hour, he doesn’t want to bother you, but he is afraid that if he forces himself to be tortured with his thoughts for another hour, he might be losing the battle he worked hard in for the past 5 days. His thumb presses the phone button and he listens expectantly.
“Hello-”
“Hey, are you awake?” Good one, Leon. “Damnit, of course you are, how else would’ve you answered. I just.”
“Leon, are you doing alright?” You can hear him out of breath from having to rush all that out.
“Sorta, not really.” Leon says, bringing his shivering hand to his temple. “I tried to do what you said, I really did. It was going fine at first, really got me thinking I can do it, but things are getting really difficult right now.”
“Aw I see,” you say as it dawns on you Leon has not drank in what seemed like days, “Do you want me to stay on the line with you to keep you company? Or do you want to sleep over at mine? Whatever will make you feel better, I am here for you.”
Leon’s ears perk at the mention of coming over. He might’ve only stopped by your home a couple of times, but every time he did, he felt this overwhelming feeling of comfort, that no evil could ever reach him there. He just hopes that feeling still remains as he throws on his leather jacket and boots and runs out his front door.
・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・
A series of firm knocks were heard shortly after your call with Leon. Before then, you were preparing some hot water for tea and brought out your good blankets. You put down the movies you were contemplating for the night and head over to the door. Leon stood there on your porch looking like he just ran a marathon. His attention snapped onto you the moment you pulled the door open all the way.
You welcomed him in without missing a beat and helped him settle in. You noticed how his hands steadied when you handed him a mug of spearmint tea, finally putting them to rest. You also brought in all the snacks you could scrounge up from your pantry and laid them out at the coffee table before sitting on the other side of the couch with him.
“Okay so, how are we feeling right now? Do we want to sip tea in silence? Want to put on some music or a movie? Maybe read a book to sleep? You pick.”
Leon takes a moment to think of his options as he takes small sips of his tea, blowing on it softly in between sips. He feels a bit overcome with emotions, he doesn’t understand how you can be so patient with him, especially right now as he basically woke you up in the middle of the night just because he felt like he couldn’t stop himself from getting a drink. He feels childish but mentally notes that once he feels better, he will thank you all for this, he’ll just think of a way of expressing it in the meantime.
“A movie would be good,” he says gingerly. You enthusiastically nod before hopping off the couch to the dvd player. You put on a classic, something entertaining, but also won’t be a shame to miss out due to sleep.
Leon notices that you now sit closer to him on the couch when you come back. He tries not to think too much about it until you bring a blanket to cover you both.
“Sorry, I’m doing laundry tomorrow, so this is all I have,” you point out sheepishly.
“It’s okay, I don’t mind.” He responds back with a soft smile. You both keep eye contact a second too long and then revert your attention back to the TV.
The night goes by over tea and gossip about your coworkers every once in a while before going quiet at the dramatic scenes of the movie. Once empty mugs were placed on the carpet, you both got into a comfortable silence.
You were focused on the television when you felt it.
Startled slightly, you looked down to see Leon’s head on your lap. He must’ve dozed off as he softly snored, his mouth agape. You chuckle a bit to yourself as you carefully make yourself comfortable. You have never seen Leon look so peaceful before, the space between his brows not having the usual set of lines. You brought a hand down to his head, slowly running your fingers through the dark strands of hair. He seemed to subconsciously lean towards your touch. You continued massaging his scalp until your own eyes got heavy.
Leon's eyes snapped open about a half hour later, though it wasn’t over the alcohol induced insomnia this time, but over the feeling that he accidentally fell asleep. He sat up a second too quickly, as you also woke up a bit shocked.
“Oh shoot. I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to- Shit.” Leon cursed out as he ran his hands through his hair, looking around his surroundings.
“What’s wrong?” You said sleepily, still trying to escape the dreamy haze you were in.
“I-” Leon started before he forced himself to calm down and breathe. He is fine. You are fine. Everything is fine, he is just in a situation he doesn’t usually find himself in. But he is with you, his safe space, he can tell you anything. “Nothing. It was just that nap was… actually pretty nice. Damn, I haven’t had a good sleep like that in a long time.”
“I could tell,” you smirked at him before looking down at your lap. “Sorry for sleeping on you too.”
“No. Don’t be, I’m the one who barged into your house late at night anyway.” Leon stated.
“Yeah, because I offered.” You fought back.
You both intensely stared at each other until you realized just how close your faces were. However, none of you made a move to back away. You can feel his breath on your face, but instead of the usual alcohol, it was replaced by mint with a hint of honey.
The air was dense like never before.
You both looked down to each other’s lips before quickly looking back up to make eye contact. You were secretly freaking out as Leon looked composed as ever, though his interest was piqued. He was your coworker, your government agent partner. This is not allowed, why are you still standing here?
You then felt Leon’s hand caress the side of your face. It felt like it always meant to belong there until it went rigid along with his whole body.
“Oh- Is this okay?” He whispers.
“Yeah, more than okay,” you reply with a nod, which made Leon relax.
His thumb passes over your cheek a couple of times as the tension comes to a gentle simmer.
“You take too good care of me.” Leon breathes out after a minute. “I don’t know how you do it: having to deal with my mess while also going through your own stuff. You shouldn’t have to, yet you do it anyway. I’m sorry for any stupid thing I say while I’m drunk, just know I don’t mean any of it.”
“I get it, Leon. There’s no book telling us how to recover from that day. We will naturally cling to what we feel like is “safe,” even if it really hurts us even more. I’m proud that you are making moves to get better, and I’m more grateful that you trust me with it.” You say softly.
“You always seem to know what to say,” Leon says as he shifts his face closer to yours, “I admire you for that.”
You close your eyes as his lips touch yours gently. The simple press of lips got a burst of butterflies going around your guts. You always liked Leon, but at a deeper level. You’ve seen him grow from an excited rookie cop to a mature, experienced agent. It broke your heart when you saw he started to let go of himself. The change started subtle, but the moment Leon started going downhill, it just kept getting worse. Even though he would always be in a negative headspace, he still always managed to be present for everyone. You just wished he was able to do that for himself too.
After kissing for what felt like hours, while in reality was just a couple of seconds, you both pull back for breath. Leon wraps his arms around your waist and hoists you up to straddle his lap. He presses soft kisses all over your face, it almost tickles.
“I promise you, starting today, I’ll better myself,” He says breathlessly between pecks, “I’ll do it for the job. For me. For Sherry. For you.” Your heart skipped a beat at his words, they held so much weight that if it weren’t for you sitting down, you were sure you would fall.
“I know this journey I’m about to take won’t be easy, I may have some setbacks, but believe me when I say I will try. I want to.” Leon breathes into your ear before tracing a line of kisses down your neck. Your breath hitches when he reaches a sensitive spot, which he fists the end of the baggy sleeping shirt you had on.
You bring both of your hands to cradle the sides of his face, bringing him away from you. He looked up at you as if he would answer your beck and call. You take in the stubble that lined the edges of his jaw, his mustache, his eyebags that somehow lightened from the little sleep he got earlier. “I don’t doubt it.”
You lean down and give Leon a firmer, more passionate kiss. You lay him down on the couch, the blanket completely discarded on the floor. You felt something firm hit your clothed core and knew what to do immediately. Your hands went down to undo his belt as you placed kisses on his neck. Leon whined out your name when you unzipped his jeans and palmed him through his boxers.
“You don’t have to-” He stutters out.
“Let me,” you tell him softly as you dipped your hand beneath his waistband. He let out a choked out moan as you brought his cock out and started to slowly start to stroke him. “That’s it, just relax.”
Leon’s shoulders eased down on the couch as he let himself go, not bothering to hide any of his noises. Your movements became firmer as you made sure to make every stroke thorough, rubbing your thumb on his slit every time you went up. As you sat on his thighs, your free hand went up to cup his cheek.
“Baby please-” Leon begged, tears forming at the corner of his eye. You rubbed them away. You can feel the tension completely leaving his body. “Don’t stop, please.”
“You’re close?” You asked as his voice got higher, his breathing going more rapid. He was so lost in the sensation, that he could only answer with a nod. At that, you began to jerk him off faster and harder, and just when you felt his leg tense under you, did he release. You continued your movements, going slower to not overstimulate him through his orgasm as it got all over your hand and a bit on his happy trail. You were thankful you raised his shirt up a bit beforehand. Once he started whining, you let go of him. You looked at the mess on your hand and brought it up to your mouth, cleaning his release off. You hummed at the salty taste. Leon looked up at you dumbfounded.
“God, you’re unreal,” Leon huffs out a laugh after coming down. You smile down at him, flustered. You yelped when you got pushed down, your back against the cushions this time around as Leon held himself above you, removing his shirt. “Now, let me take care of you this time around.”
Leon brought you into an open-mouthed kiss, groaning at the taste of him in your mouth. His hand went under your shirt, slowly trailing his touch up your ribs to right under your breast, riding your shirt up with it. You moaned into his mouth when his thumb started to circle your nipple. Leon then lifted your shirt to above your tits and separated from you and started littering them with featherlight kisses. He then brought his mouth to one of them and started to suck.
“Oh fuck! Leon!” You shouted as you tangled a hand into his hair. Leon brought his other hand to grab and caress your other breast as he occupied the other with his mouth giving sucks are love bites. He then switched places and you could feel the intense pleasure seep into your core. Leon then started to go lower, leaving more presses of his lips and bites as he went until he reached your shorts.
“Let’s get these off…” He says smoothly as he pulls both it and your panties off your form. He then spreads your legs and groans at the sight of your dripping cunt. He takes one of his hands and drags a finger through your slit, circling a little on your clit. “So sensitive. Don’t worry sweetheart, we will deal with that right away.”
He then removes his jeans and underwear completely before getting closer to you. He runs the head of his cock through your center a couple of times, enough to get it wet enough combined with his release from earlier to slip into you. He then put a hand on your hip before carefully pushing himself into you. You both moan out at the feeling and he gives you a minute to get used to the stretch.
“You okay?” He asks as he tries to steady his breathing. Despite only a third of him being buried into your pussy, he already feels like you're swallowing him whole with the way your walls were so warm and clenching on him.
“Uhuh-” You mumble out, already cockdrunk. Leon huffs and starts giving shallow thrusts, pushing more of himself in with each stroke. Once he was all the way in, he leaned down to press kisses to your neck.
“Let me know when you're ready, hun.” His hot breath got shivers running down your body.
“Leon, just please fuck me.” You whined out, and not even a millisecond later Leon setted out a medium, but hard pace, He made sure you felt everything, every ridge, every vein, every bit of his care into you.
“Oh fuck me. God, you feel so good.” Leon grunted out as he put his all into every thrust. He was starting to feel hot, but it wasn’t from this intimate moment you are sharing in the middle of your living room. It was from all the love you have been giving him up until this very moment. How you were always there ever since 1998, you never complained or felt forced to be there for him. You were here for him. All the things you have done for him, whether it was a casual drive home to his apartment or saving his life in the middle of a mission, was catching up to him.
“Leon?” You call out, snapped out of your pleasurable haze when you hear it: a sniffle. You look down to see a couple of tears going down his face. His grip on your thighs that he had lifted up to his hips got harder as he kept going with his movements. “Woah, hey, let’s stop.”
“No- I’m okay.” Leon rushed out as he laid his forehead on your shoulder. “I’m now realizing a bunch of things, I don't know why I’m crying. But don’t worry, I’m good.”
You tried to hold back your noises as you still felt uncertain. “A-Are you sure?”
“Positive. Fuck, I just love you so much.” He moans out as he hugs your waist and fucks up into you at a fast pace. Each push would force a breathy sound out of you, and now your stomach was full of sensations. His words alone just brought you really close to the edge. “I always had, just been too fucking scared to tell ya- Shit- Well, now I’m saying it, I love you.”
“Fuck! Just feel you keep on squeezing up on me? Are you going to come? Please do, fuck baby, please come.” Leon begged as he brought his face back into your chest, kissing the side of your breast.
“Holy shit, Leon-” You got cut off as your high hit you, and it hit you hard. Your back arched in his hold, but he managed to keep you down with his weight as he fucked you through it. He placed kisses on above your breasts and collarbones until you came down a bit. He thrusted a couple more times before pulling out, stroking himself until he came.
“Fuck.” He groaned as he painted your stomach. He fell on top of you, but kept himself up on his arms so he wouldn’t make more of a mess on your tummy. You both took a moment to gain back your breaths as the warm air of sex lingered around you.
After Leon regained his strength, he placed a kiss on your forehead before getting off the couch. You were still going through your aftershocks, so you finally got your focus back when he came back with his arms full.’
“Hopefully I didn’t keep you waiting too long. My taking care of you is not over yet. I brought some water, a washcloth, and a pillow from your room if you don’t mind.” He said as he dropped everything at the nearby coffee table. He first placed the pillow under your head, moving the hair that stuck onto your forehead out of the way. He then brought the washcloth and cleaned you up before turning it to himself. He then knelt next to you on the couch. “You’re doing okay?”
“Yeah, how about you?” You say softly, bringing your hand down to hold his.
“Great.” He smiled. “You want anything else? Snacks? Water?”
“I just want you. And sleep.” You said as you made grabby hands at him, which he laughed at.
“Okay, anything you want.” He said as he got back on the couch. He brought you to lay on top of him as he got the blanket off the floor and covered you both. “Good night.”
“G’night.” You yawned out as you cuddled closer to him, letting exhaustion take over.
・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・
The sound of birds tweeting outside your window is what roused you from your sleep. You were going to rub your eyes when you felt the firm planes of muscle slowly rising up and down under you. You turned your head and saw Leon already looking down at you, his hand rubbing your lower back.
“Morning, beautiful.” His voice was heavy with sleep, but you immediately saw how his dark circles had gotten less dark since last night. “How are you feeling?”
“Good,” you said, blushing at the memories of last night until you remembered his words, how he told you he loved you. You got quiet and he seemed to notice.
“Something on your mind?” He asked cautiously.
“Yeah, about last night.” You replied back in the same tone. You could see Leon sift through his mind until he realized.
“Oh, right.” He said. He swallowed before continuing. “It wasn’t a heat of a moment kind of thing if that’s what you’re thinking. That was something I truly meant.”
“I see,” you say before falling back to the awkward silence. “Well… What are we now?”
“Well, I care for you a lot. But, seeing how I am right now, I won’t feel bad if you don’t want to be with me, I have a lot of things to go through. But, I also don’t mind if you have me, I promise to do everything in my power to become better, you have shown me that is possible in my life-”
“Leon. I want to be with you, I always have.” You cut his ranting off. “Just like how you were there for me during my dark moments, I’ll be there for yours. We’re in this together.”
“Okay then,” Leon breathed out with a sigh of relief as he placed a kiss on the crown of your head before bringing you in closer into his arms. “Together. I like the sound of that.”
END NOTES: This turned out to be longer than I thought (hence why this took a while to make), but I am so happy to get back to writing!! Special shoutout to @d3wydr0p for giving me a logical tea to work in this situation and for listening to me rant about this fic😭Hoping to have the last 2 days by tomorrow morning!! Thank you for your patience and for reading!!<33
TAGLIST: @nocturnalstar, @kennedysbbyy (Let me know in the comments below if you want to be tagged in this celebration's fics!!)
13 DAYS OF LEON KENNEDY: 100 FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION
guys we're so fucking back i'm over the cold i think
re2 virgin roommate leon kennedy and girly bubbly fem reader catching him masturbating to celebrate nsfw below lovelies
"h-hah— i-i didn't know you were home, angel... hey." leon shifted awkwardly on the sofa, trying to hide himself under a blanket. the tv was on mute, a photo of you alit on his phone screen in the dim living room. "fuck. i'm so sorry."
rooming with a rookie cop in raccoon city had seemed like a pretty sweet deal. he had crazy hours, came and went as he pleased, so you were alone a lot of the time. leon wasn't trouble—he paid his rent on time, kept the place clean, pitched in for groceries. and besides doing a great job as a roommate, he had basically become your best friend!
so when you came home and caught him rubbing out over a photo of your pretty face (a photo of you that you'd posted: pink sun dress, glossy lips puckered, glittery eyeshadow), you didn't know whether to think your deal with your hot cop roommate had gotten sweeter, or if things with your guy best friend had gotten a hell of a lot more complicated!
you'd always been attracted to leon. and now, knowing he had a thing for you (or enough of a thing to jerk off to you...), you knew what you wanted to do next.
you dropped your purse in the floor, heels abandoned by the door. it was late, you'd just gotten back from partying, still in your glittery pink cocktail dress.
"what are you doing?" you asked innocently, glancing at the tv absently. like leon wasn't trying to conceal how his sweatpants and boxers were pulled down and his cock was out underneath the blanket over his lap.
he cleared his throat, a light sheen of sweat glistening on his shirtless body. his blonde was messy, like he hadn't been able to stop running his hands through it. "um. watchin' the game."
you looked at tv again. "that's the retail channel, lee."
"i... accidentally changed it."
"uh-huh." you smiled sweetly then. "and you were watching what game on mute?"
"b-basketball," he said quickly.
"how many touchdowns?"
"four."
"in basketball? touchdowns?"
"yeah."
you approached the couch slowly, running a hand over his bare shoulder. he startled a little, staring at you like he was guilty of a damn war crime.
"leon?" you purred his name.
face warm, he tried to avoid your darling gaze. "yeah..."
"m' not mad."
his lips parted like he was unsure of what to say. when you reached for the blanket, he stilled.
"can i help?"
like he was in a dream come true, leon nodded so fast you thought he might swivel his head off. giggling, you slowly moved the blanket off his lap, pushing it away until it landed in a heap on the floor.
the light off the tv changed colors while flashing off his unveiled hard-on, and you marveled at it momentarily before wrapping your manicured set of pink nails around his shaft.
"fuck, you're big... almost can't get my hand around you, babe."
"y-you're so pretty," leon murmured, mesmerized by you stroking him and how pretty you looked, leaned against his side, head against his chest. he wrapped an arm around your waist, squeezed your tit. "don't know how many times i wanted this. shit, wanted this so bad..."
"you could've told me," you said below leaning down to lick his leaking tip. he hissed, squeezed you tighter.
"fuck, baby," he moaned. "i think i'm in love with you."
you paused at that, looked up at him. he took the opportunity to swoop in and kiss you, deep and genuine, licking his lips when some of your gloss transferred onto his mouth.
fluttering your lashes, you were unsure of what to say. luckily, leon found it in himself to breathlessly ask, "bedroom?"
Summary: After finally admitting your feelings for one another, Leon does everything to suppress his burning want for you. You do the same, trying to get him out of your head, fearing for your position at the DSO. Until the day comes when Leon can't hold back anymore, and he's finally ready to show you how much you mean to him.
Warnings/notes: Explicit content, 18+, MDNI, Leon making love to you, soft dom Leon, inexperienced reader (not a virgin), p in v, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), creampie, slight breeding kink, aftercare (Leon is sweet and attentive), fluff, age difference, older Leon, protective Leon, jealous Leon, no use of y/n, author's first language isn't English
Several days have passed since you came back from Raccoon City. No additional civilians were found and nothing else dramatic had happened. A sign for Chris to call off the mission and to let everyone return to the DSO facility.
The journey back had been quiet, both Leon and you keeping a low profile to not confirm any further suspicions. As much as the two of you were drawn to each other, you had acted like nothing had changed. Polite and direct, like you’re just partners who are well attuned to each other. Just how everyone knows you to be. Nothing more. Nothing less.
But damn, did you have a hard time acting like Leon hadn't become the center of your world... How much you were yearning for him to kiss you, to run your fingers through his soft hair, to push yourself against his strong body…
If you thought you were having a hard time during the car ride back, Leon was practically dying compared to you. Not just because of the lack of proximity. But because of Jason’s presence.
Don’t get him wrong. He wants nothing more than to be alone with you. The abrupt interruption last night was just plain cruel. He couldn’t blame you for it though. If he is to have you, he wants to do it properly. Not against the wall on a freezing balcony like it's an ordinary hook up. You deserve so much better for your first time together. And well, he has to be honest with himself… Chris and Jason would have definitely noticed if you’d gone any further last night. Because when Leon goes inside of you for the first time, he’s not gonna be quiet about it.
He was driving the car again, Chris next to him, you and Jason in the back. He occasionally checked up on you in the rearview mirror. His knuckles white from grabbing the steering wheel too tightly, betraying the rage and irritation building up inside of him.
You were too close to Jason. Way too fucking close for his liking. His jaw tightened whenever the boy would look in your direction, the image of him reaching for your neck still fresh in his mind.
But the younger man knew when he had lost, backing off immediately once he saw the murderous look in Leon’s eyes. He swallows thickly, averting his gaze back outside the car window. Being the younger man out of the party, he’d thought that by confronting Leon, he’d teach him a lesson or two. Turns out you should never underestimate the power of a man, when you threaten the woman he loves.
Maybe it’s also for that reason, he hasn’t told anyone about Leon and you at the DSO. Probably out of fear for his own life.
Chris on the other hand, is someone you can trust. Having had quite the history with Leon back in the day during different kinds of missions, he turns a blind eye. Acts like he doesn't know, just as long as you'd stop this thing that’s going on between you two.
All easy said and done until the first night came up. On a normal night you’d see each other at the conservatory, chatting about your day, eating snacks or doing crossword puzzles. Almost every night, like it was an unspoken agreement between you two.
This new rule of Chris prevented you from doing that. So that night, for the first time in a long time, you sat alone in your room, missing his presence. And the night after that. And the night after that… It didn't get any better during the day. A few stolen glances, polite and friendly chatter about work like colleagues are supposed to do… Almost like nothing had happened back on that balcony in Raccoon City. Like he hadn’t kissed you with so much love and tenderness... He would have taken you right then and there.
Until the next day, when you received a written note from Leon. He had seen you standing in the shooting range, training the rookies. Your hair once again braided to keep it out of your face. You stood there with your arms crossed, brows furrowed, eyes intently on the younger man closest to your right. A boy probably around twenty years old, blond curly hair, green eyes, a pair of glasses adorning his nose. He has to push them up every so often, preventing them from sliding down.
You were looking over his stance, observing his shooting, bullet after bullet. Only to miss the bullseye every single time. You had stepped up, your hand on his shoulder, stopping him. You had told him his aim was off, that his posture needed slight fixing, that his footing wasn’t right. When all of that was fixed, you told him to control his breathing. To not rush it, that practice takes time.
The first shot he fired after that was a straight hit. The rookie had looked at you with wide eyes, a few bewildered looks from the other men down the range. Almost in disbelief that a woman was teaching them the knows and hows of how to become a good shooter.
Leon had found it immensely attractive. You, his girl, ruling over the younger men like you had them in the palm of your hand.
Seeing the practical gear secured tightly around your torso and your perfect round behind in those black combat trousers that do nothing to hide your figure… It was the very reason he had to palm his crotch to prevent his growing erection from getting any worse.
It was the final push he needed to throw all protocol aside. He had to feel you, to see you, to hear you, to smell you. He needed you. Which is why, when you were rearranging a couple guns, he had slipped the small note into your hand when no one was looking. His burning touch left its mark, sending goosebumps across your whole body. When he walked out of the room he threw you a quick wink with a look full of certainty, of longing.
Opening up the note sometime later in one of the toilet cubicles, you read his words slowly, one by one.
‘We can make this work. Meet me at the conservatory tonight at eight. – Leon’
It may sound stupid, but you had ripped the note in several pieces before flushing it down the toilet, leaving no evidence behind. Something inside of you was just too scared to fuck this up. To accidentally leave a crumb behind so people would notice what’s going between you two. And if it were to fall into the wrong hands… Well, you would already be packing your bags even before you got to explain yourself.
So that’s where you are now, getting ready in your room. You've just gotten out of the shower, your hair still a little damp, neatly woven into your signature braid. A few hairs have come loose, framing your face. After you've put your pajamas on, just a plain black T-shirt with some grey shorts, you apply a bit of lotion on your arms and legs. It makes your skin smell like a fresh rose garden on a spring morning.
You doubt whether or not you should apply a bit of make-up. Eventually deciding not to since you've never worn it around him in the first place. Is this even a date? Surely he would find it weird to see you with mascara all of a sudden, right? Or would he think you to be plain without it? Well… He did have to refrain himself from fucking you just a few nights ago... And you weren’t wearing any make-up back then. Seems clear enough. It makes your eyes sting after a while anyway.
So now at 7.55 PM, all clean and fresh, you lock the door of your room behind you. Putting the key in your pocket, you make way for the elevator at the far end of the hallway. Pushing the button eight, the highest floor, you wait patiently for the doors to close. Once you go up, you can feel the nerves starting to build, your mind spiraling with different questions and concerns.
Does he have anything planned? Should you have brought something with you? Maybe it’s nothing and he just wants to have a talk with you. Or is he considering this to be a date? He hasn’t asked you to dress nicely though... What if he tells you what happened in Raccoon City was a mistake? That he simply let himself get carried away and doesn’t love you like he said he does? That would be embarrassing. You don’t think you’d ever recover from that. But then again, maybe you’re just overthinking things. Only one way to find out.
Hearing the sound of the beeping elevator, you look away from your fidgeting fingers when the doors open. The familiar hallway looks longer than usual, your footsteps heavy as you make your way towards the closed door at the far end of it. When the elevator closes, you're engulfed in silence. You look behind you, left and right, even towards the ceiling to see if there are any hidden cameras. Anything to prevent yourself from getting caught and to make sure you’re truly alone.
With the door now right in front of you, you reach for the handle. Taking a look at your hand, you catch yourself slightly trembling. Noticing your sweaty palm, you wipe it first on the side of your shorts. You clench your fist, closing your eyes while taking in a deep breath.
Fuck, woman. Man up.
You have faced countless situations more horrifying than this one. And for some reason, this would still be somewhere at the top of your ‘most stressful moments’ list.
Willing your hand to stop shaking, you open your eyes and reach for the handle once again.
When you push the door open, you’re met with one of the most adorable sights you have ever seen. Your nervousness clears up, replaced by an incredible fondness.
Your eyes fall upon Leon, hunched over, wearing his usual sleeping wear. A white T-shirt and grey sweatpants. At least ten candles are scattered across the room that, once lit, give the old conservatory a warm, soft glow. In the middle you see a makeshift bed on the ground, a large air mattress with several pillows on it. A bowl of salt and pepper flavored crisps stands next to it, together with a bottle of red wine and two glasses.
Your eyes fall on the wall of windows behind him. A perfect viewpoint to look down at the buildings below. The several little lights of the city create a magical feeling. Together with the soft candle light, it almost looks ethereal.
His gaze turns towards the door when he hears you enter. Turning off the lighter, he gets back up from kindling the last candle. The soft glow of the room gives away the slight blush that’s starting to form on his cheeks. A sign that he seems just as nervous about this as you are.
Putting the lighter down on the nearest desk, he looks at you with a hopeful expression. Like he’s scared you’re not going to like what he has prepared for you. But even through the nervousness, you can see the spark of happiness forming in his eyes when he realizes you have come.
He has made the room look so beautiful, so romantic… So intimate. For a middle aged man, who you thought would be anything but romantic, he has definitely gone above and beyond to impress you. No one has ever done something like that for you before. In your past relationship, you had to be content with a small hug or a kiss at the end of the day when he was feeling generous. But with Leon you finally see the difference.
Gone is all the doubt and worrying from before, your heart now only filled with utter happiness and love.
“Leon…” You say utterly speechless.
“You like it?” His hand goes towards the back of his neck, scratching the skin there. You hear the slight tremble in his voice when he continues. “I uh… Thought it would be nice to have a moment to ourselves after everything that’s happened, you know. Figured, I might as well make it comfortable for you.”
He’s nervous. Oh so incredibly nervous. And you can tell.
He has never done this before. Has never even felt the need to impress someone. To make that person like him. To rearrange a whole room for them to make it look like it’s the most romantic place in the world. He has never felt the need to do all the typical relationship stuff. He used to not even want a relationship at all. Seeing that typical lovey-dovey with other people... He had rolled his eyes and thought it to be annoying.
But with you? Fuck, he wants all of that. You turn him into someone he never thought he could be. You make him happy, make him feel relaxed, make him forget all the trauma he’s been through. He always looks forward to the end of the day because he knows he’ll get to spend the evening with you.
At forty-nine years old he thought he had grown immune to all the female attraction. That no one could ever bring him to his knees and have him whipped. But then he saw you walk into the DSO facility on your first day. You had looked curious, lips parted in anticipation. Very inexperienced still but with so much motivation to train. And once you got the hang of everything, when you started to surpass the other male rookies, he knew he was done for.
He wants nothing more than this night to go well.
The amount of times he doubted whether or not he should light any candles tonight. Whether or not he should bring the air mattress instead of inviting you to the couch where you always sat. Whether or not he should have dressed nicer instead of his ordinary sweatpants. Whether or not all of this is going to be too much for you. What if you were going to run once you entered the room? Or worse, what if you didn’t show up? What if you had decided he wasn’t worth taking the risk?
But seeing you here now, so perfectly beautiful in your cute little pajamas with the biggest smile on your face. Well it takes all his doubt away in an instant.
Taking a step closer, you reach for the hand at the back of his neck. Grasping it into your own, you slowly caress it before giving him the most meaningful smile.
“I love it. Leon, it’s beautiful. I just never expected you to do stuff like this.” Never expected but definitely hoped he would.
“Is it too much?” He says with a slight nervousness in his voice while holding your gaze. You quickly shake your head.
“No, it’s perfect. Thank you Leon. This really means a lot.” Your voice cracks saying the last few words, a couple of tears pooling in your eyes. Tears of happiness.
Your reaction makes him feel warm inside. He’s quick to reach behind you for the door, closing it and twisting the key. Once locked, he puts the key back into his pocket. Taking a large step towards you again, he reaches for your face, holding it in both of his hands. He wipes away the few tears that fell, continuing to caress your cheeks.
“So we’re able to lock this door now?” You ask him sheepishly.
He chuckles before replying. “I don’t want anyone interrupting us again like last time.”
You hum. “I see.”
Throwing a quick look towards the closed door again, his expression becomes a bit more serious. “Did anyone see you come here?”
He locks eyes with you, his stare intense but full of tenderness, moving one hand from your face towards your waist. He pulls you closer to him without realizing it. Almost like it’s his instinct to protect you from anything and everything at all times. To keep you close to him to ease his worrying.
You shake your head. "Nobody saw me. I even checked for security cameras when I came up here, but there are none.”
He nods at hearing your words. “There are none in this hallway, correct. Makes it easier for us to come here.”
“Indeed.”
A comfortable silence falls over you, the only sound being your soft breathing as you see him swallow before speaking.
“How are you holding up? You know, after what happened at Raccoon City.”
“I’m good as expected, I guess. Sometimes I wake up at night… I see the little girl’s face again, and I don’t sleep for another hour. I figure it’s gonna take a while before I can have peace with it, before it settles…” You tell him. He nods at your words, still feeling frustrated with himself that you have to carry this burden alone. He sighs.
“I’ve missed you.” He strokes your head now, your braid falling through his fingers. “I’ve missed you so god damn much.” He whispers like it’s a secret. Like he’s too embarrassed to admit it even to himself. Your heart flutters, a shy smile tugging at your lips.
“I’m pretty sure I’ve missed you more.” You say in return.
He chuckles before slightly shaking his head, a soft smile adorning his face. “I don’t think that’s possible sweetheart.”
You feel like your heart could burst from the way he’s looking at you. His blue eyes shining in the soft candle light, filled with so much love and adoration. He presses you involuntarily closer to him. You put your hands against his chest while he cages you in his embrace. The smell of clean linen and soap fills your nostrils as you take in his scent.
You’re incredibly close now, closer than you had been in days. Just like you were back on that balcony… You feel his hand against the back of your neck, the other sliding towards your lower back. He tilts your head to the side before leaning in towards your neck.
You gasp at the sensation of his lips touching you, eyes fluttering closed. He peppers your skin with agonizingly slow kisses. Your grip tightens on his T-shirt, goosebumps going down your spine when you feel his hot breath on your ear.
You whimper his name, a soft breath leaving your mouth, sending his mind into a frenzy. He makes eye contact with you again. You see his gaze falling towards your lips for a split second before looking back up at you, his eyes pleading, longing. Asking for permission.
You grant it, leaning closer so your noses are touching. It’s all the confirmation he needs.
Placing his thumb underneath your jaw, he moves your head slightly backwards. Putting you in the best angle possible. He closes his eyes and puts his mouth onto yours. Slowly, carefully, without any pressure. Nothing more than a soft peck. Like he’s checking the waters first to see how you’ll react.
You deepen the kiss, showing him that you want this just as much. Your lips mold against his in a soft tantalizing kiss, making you forget about the world outside, about the problems you might face if you were caught. You forget about the reprimanding looks Chris gives you ever since Raccoon City. Reminding you that this thing between Leon and you should never happen. That it’s forbidden.
When he withdraws, you feel the sparks leave your body, making you whine. He presses his forehead against yours, breathing in your scent. He looks so vulnerable like this, breathing ragged, heart pounding and desperate for you.
As much as you want this to go further, you don’t dare take the first step. But god, you want to feel him against you. To caress his strong naked chest, worship his body like he deserves. You want to tell him how much he means to you, how perfect he is, how much you love him.
He withdraws after a few seconds, giving your nose a small peck before clearing his throat.
“Come. Sit with me.”
He gestures you over towards the air mattress, his hand on your back, making sure you don’t hit a candle on the way. The texture feels soft and warm underneath you when you sit down. A blanket, large enough for the two of you, is neatly folded at the end of the mattress, ready to be used if you were to get cold.
When you look around, your eyes fall onto something you hadn’t noticed when you walked in. In the middle of the mattress lies a new book full of crossword puzzles, neatly placed with two pens on it. You grasp it, quickly skipping through the pages. You notice that every page is still clear, ready to be written on. Which means he must have gotten it very recently.
“You bought this?”
He nods before sitting down next to you, the mattress softly giving away under his weight. “I did. Figured we needed a new book to start on, since we plow through them like crazy.”
He moves up the mattress before leaning against the wall of pillows he had built. Opening his legs, he pats his lap, motioning for you to join him. “C’mere.”
He looks so inviting, so warm and cozy. How could you say no to that?
You crawl towards him, turning around once you reach his legs, nestling yourself between them. He’s quick to wrap his arms around your waist, pushing you flush against his chest. He hums in approval, feeling your warm body against him. His nose brushes your temple, breathing in your scent and giving you the softest kisses there. Resting your head against his shoulder you finally feel at ease. Reaching for the book again, you flip it open, skipping the intro and looking at the first puzzle on page four. Twenty sentences listed, all of them needing an answer.
“You ready? I say whoever gets most of them right wins.” You grin.
He chuckles at your words. “Is that so? And what does the winner get, huh?”
You think for a moment, contemplating on giving the winner a kiss. But you’ve already done that. Not that you would complain doing that again but it doesn’t really feel like an original price anymore.
“I don’t know honestly. The winner gets to decide.”
There’s a devilish look in his eyes, one corner of his mouth turning slightly upwards in a smirk, ready for the challenge. “Oh baby, you’re on.”
You giggle, quickly reaching for a pen before looking over the first question.
At least thirty minutes pass of you staring at the page, the questions harder than usual. Leon has really outdone himself to keep the both of you entertained. A little too well. You’ve answered seven of them correctly, Leon already ten. If he gets one more right, he wins.
Both of you occasionally sip on your glass of wine and eat a piece of crisps. You flick the pen against your thigh in anticipation, a little irritated the answers don’t come as swiftly as they used to. Maybe his presence against your back has got something to do with that.
You feel the low rumble of his laugh against your back. “Seems like you’re losing, sweetheart.”
He’s right. There were three riddles left. Even if you got all of them right, you still wouldn’t be able to win. But that doesn't mean you’re giving up.
“You still haven’t won Kennedy. It can still be a tie.”
He hums against your ear, his hot breath hitting your skin, preventing the goosebumps from going away. “Hmm, is that so?”
You lean your head forward, away from his shoulder and distracting touch. “Oh most definitely. Watch me.”
Your eyes focus a little better on the three remaining riddles. Your competitive side takes the lead as you rack your brain for a possible answer.
‘What is another word for hypothesis?’
The word requires ten letters. ‘Definition’? No that’s not it. It has to start with an A or else your other answer for riddle nr. 5 doesn’t work anymore. What could it be? What word that starts with an A is a synonym for hypothesis? You have to get this. Your honor depends on it.
You suddenly feel Leon taking hold of your braid. He lets it slide through his hand, starting from the top. He goes down slowly, feeling every twist, every curve of your hair, before reaching the elastic that’s holding everything together. You feel him pulling it down gently, careful to not pull out any of your hair.
When the elastic finally comes off, he throws it to the side where it hits the ground. With both of his hands on your hair again, he begins to unbraid it. The action feels intimate, pure and comforting. It disarms you, taking your mind off the riddle you so desperately need to get right. But you can’t think anymore, can’t even move when his fingers intertwine with the strands of your hair, loosening it bit by bit.
You blink, taking in a deep breath as you try to take your mind of what he’s doing behind you. That’s what he’s after right? To throw you off balance so you wouldn’t be able to win? Fuck, you can’t let that happen. You’ve got to be stronger than that.
Forcing yourself out of your stupor, you focus again on the task at hand. A synonym for ‘hypothesis’, right. Something that starts with an A…
He has completely undone your braid now. A soft breath leaves you when you feel his fingers slowly comb through your locks. “So beautiful.” He whispers. His words alone make your eyes fall closed. You place your hand on top of his thigh to steady yourself while you feel his hands reaching higher, to the top of your head. He massages your scalp there. You gasp at the sensation, letting his fingers do wonders. He moves one hand towards your shoulder, trying to push you back against him.
“T-The answer, it’s…” You manage to get out, fighting against his advances, but it’s almost futile.
Lying down against his chest again, you do everything you can to wrap your mind around the riddle. But then you feel his lips against your temple, kissing you softly, then towards your ear.
“The answer is what, huh love?”
You part your lips, ready to give him a witty response. But then he moves his hands slightly lower down your body. From your shoulders all the way down your bare arms, making the tiny hairs stand up again. You forget what you were about to say. He caresses you, his fingers barely touching your skin, leaving a burning need in its wake.
You’re completely at his mercy when he lowers his hands even further. Placed on your waist, he starts to slowly caress you through the shirt, drawing small circles with his thumb. After a few seconds he starts to become a little bit more bold. Moving with a flat palm over your stomach while the other grabs your hip. He pushes you harder against him, his gesture possessive, claiming. A whimper escapes when you feel his arousal against your lower back. Not that he’s fully hard yet, but it’s still noticeable.
He hisses at the contact, pushing himself more against you if that’s even possible. He wants you so badly, his desire flying through the roof. But he needs to take it slow. This is your first time with him. Surely he doesn’t want you to feel like you're just a one night stand. He wants to worship you, show you how much you mean to him. How beautiful you are to him. How much he loves you…
He wants to please you. Give you the best intimacy you’ve ever had and pour all his feelings into it. A dark part of him wants to do more than that. He wants you under him, naked, begging for him. He wants to claim you and ruin you for anyone else. He wants to show you who you belong to.
“Want me to answer it for you, sweetheart?” He whispers hotly in your ear.
You shake your head, mumbling a weak ‘no’, but it’s no use. You’re under his spell. There’s nothing that can help you win the bet right now. A low, dark laugh comes from his chest. “I don’t think you have it in you, baby. Let me help you.”
He reaches for the pen at your side, clicking the top of it and reaching for the book, towards the boxes that require the correct answer. Meanwhile his other hand moves towards the top of your stomach again, lower this time, stopping at the waistband of your shorts. He’s teasing you, feeling around the rim. He leaves a tantalizing kiss against your ear, his fingers slipping slowly underneath the fabric. He stops at your underwear, not venturing further just yet. You gasp at his bold action, not knowing whether this is reality or a wonderful dream. After months of yearning, he’s finally touching you the way you have desired for so long.
“Let’s see…” He murmurs, noticing your irregular breathing and thumping heartbeat. “A synonym for ‘hypothesis’, huh? Well…”
The tip of the pen hits the first box, writing the letter A. He moves it towards the second box, writing the letter S. Another S, then a U…
“Last chance, sweetheart. Got any ideas?” He whispers against your ear. But you can’t say or think anything coherently anymore, too occupied with the way he’s touching you at the moment.
He’s taking your silence as an invitation to go further, his pen moving once again. Hearing the scribbling, you close your eyes, sighing in defeat.
Having written the full word now, Leon grins in victory, discarding the pen to the side. He looks down at you, seeing your closed eyes and parted lips, completely at his mercy. Everything he’s always wanted. “Looks like I won.”
He nudges your head softly with his own, making you open your eyes. Surely enough, when you look down at the page you can see the filled in boxes, the answer clear as day. ‘Assumption’.
“N-Not fair.” You mumble, pouting, a bit embarrassed by your defeat. He chuckles behind you. A sexy, low laughter that makes something tingle between your thighs.
“No matter, love. We can play again sometime. Let you get your revenge.”
Your only reply is a low hum before quietness engulfs you both again. After a few pregnant seconds you hear his Adam's apple bop as he swallows thickly. His heart is beating fast against your back, his patience growing thin. He feels himself growing harder against you.
He breaks the silence. Remembering the price you promised him, he’s more than happy to tell you his request. Even though he’s a little hesitant. He doesn’t want to push you any further if you don’t want to.
“You know, I was promised a price, remember?”
You manage to nod, swallowing the spit that has gathered in your mouth. His lips get closer against your ear again. The hand beneath your shorts moves lower, too fucking close to the most intimate part of your body. He’s touching your panties now, the material soft against his calloused fingers. You grab tightly onto the fabric of his sweats, begging for something you don’t know you should say out loud.
“Well I know exactly what I want. You wanna know what that is?”
You push your head back a little more, looking up into his lustful eyes. You shake your head, feeling his hand touch your mound before stopping exactly where you need him most. The look he gives you is hungry, primal, a man in desperate need of his woman.
“You. I want all of you.”
You gasp at hearing his price, at his hardness pressed against your lower back, the evidence of his desire, way more prominent now. Your excitement is there too, a wetness forming in your panties.
“Will you let me have you baby? Will you give yourself to me?” He whispers hotly, his eyes boring into yours.
You want this, so god damn much, but your insecurities resurface. You’re no virgin, but it’s not like you’re very experienced either. Having had sex only once in your life, years before you came to the DSO, it was a painful and slow event. The guy you had been with only searched for his own pleasure instead of granting you any. You hated it. But right now, with Leon, your opinion on the matter seems to change.
“Leon, I-I haven’t… I mean, I have, but it’s been so long since I…”
He stills at your words, seeing the cloud of worry in your eyes. He’s slightly panicking, thinking he must have overstepped. “That’s ok. We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” He says with a comforting gesture, rubbing soothing circles on your hip. You’re quick to react.
“N-No, I want to. It’s just… I’ve only ever done this once in my life and I hated it. It was painful. I didn’t enjoy it at all. So yeah, it’s been a long time for me and you’re probably really experienced. I don’t want to disappoint you because I’m not.”
His eyes soften at your words. His worrying diminishes, only to be replaced by a tinge of sadness. He feels terrible that your first time having sex turned out to be a disaster. It only spurs him on even further, to make you forget about that memory, to show you how good it can actually be.
“Listen to me. You could never disappoint me. Being intimate with you is one of my deepest desires. Something I have wanted for months. I don’t care if you’re a little inexperienced. It means I get to teach you everything you need to know. It means you don’t just give yourself to the first man that presents himself and showers you with kind words. That you value yourself. It makes having you here with me a lot more special. I never want you to be embarrassed, baby. Not here. Not with me.”
He says the words before sending you a shy smile.
“To be fair… I haven’t in a long time either. A very long time.”
Your eyebrows furrow. “How long?”
He scrunches his nose, racking his brain for the last time he was intimate with someone. “Well uh… Twenty years or so? I’ve lost count.”
You gasp, thinking he’s joking at first. But he doesn’t laugh, his face remaining void of any humor. You almost stutter, making out your next words.
“You? Twenty years? But… You’re perfect.”
He chuckles at that, his free arm wrapping around your waist in a comforting manner.
“Thank you, love. But you know how the DSO policy is: no dating or you’re out. Besides, I’ve never had the desire to pursue other women. My mind was occupied with the job, with the people I had to save… I didn’t even have the time to do other things. Besides, I’ve never thought of myself as a catch to be honest. Too damaged, too antisocial… I would bore them in an instant.”
There they are, his insecurities again. You almost can’t believe it. Leon Scott Kennedy is probably the most perfect man in the whole world in your opinion. To hear he hasn’t been with someone in over twenty years is almost the equivalent of buying a brand new Porsche and never driving it. You reach for his arm, giving it a soft but reassuring squeeze.
“You’re nothing of the things you described yourself as. You’re selfless, brave, respectful and so very kind. You’re perfect, Leon. In every way.”
Reaching for his cheek, you caress his hard stubble. With your eyes almost tearing up, you promise him something with much sincerity.
“I want this with you, Leon. No one else, just you. If you want me… I’m completely yours.”
His eyes darken at your words, a groan leaving his lips while the hand against your panties starts playing with the waistband. Teasing you. Almost begging to be let in. To find the precious golden liquid he’s after.
“Yeah baby? You gonna let me touch you?”
You nod with a whimper. “Touch me Leon.”
It’s all the confirmation he needs. In one swift motion his fingers move underneath the fabric, reaching lower. He groans, feeling the soft patch of hair between your legs. Fuck, he likes that. Has his dick growing even harder. Shaving is good and all, but he has always preferred a more natural woman. Blame it on his instincts, but some hair down there is so fucking beautiful. He caresses the hair before moving lower and then…
A loud gasp leaves you. One hand reaching for his arm laying on your stomach, the other holding on to his sweatpants.
“Fuck me baby, you’re so wet already. Is this all for me?”
Surely enough, you can feel his index finger softly touching your lower lips. Slow and gentle at first, before using his thumb and middle finger to spread your lips open, giving him full access to your folds. His touch is featherlight, almost cruel as he brushes your clit with the tip of his finger. You jump slightly in his arms, which spurts him on even further. Proud of how quickly he could find your precious little button.
You nod at his question, eyes scrunched closed, a burning want coursing through your veins. He goes in further, putting more pressure on your clit, rubbing you in a slow, intimate pace to get you fully ready for him.
“You don’t know how long I’ve fantasised about this. How many times I woke up at night thinking of your wet little cunt. I had to rub one out almost every time. Like I was a teenage boy again.” He says, his fingers lowering from your clit to your sweet little hole. “Fuck baby… I can feel you dripping for me.” He grunts. “But I need more. Need to prep you for me. Need you to make a fucking mess.”
His middle finger circles your entrance, caressing it but not pushing in. He’s teasing you again, withholding you from getting what you need. It’s agony.
You reach for his hand inside your panties. “L-Leon please…” He looks at you, a dominant look in his eyes, feeling ecstatic that he’s able to control you like this.
“Please what, huh sweetheart?
“I-I need more, please…”
“Oh but baby, I love seeing you writhe against me like this. You’re beautiful. So fucking gorgeous. You've been driving me crazy ever since you stepped foot in this building. Seems only fair I return the favor, no?”
He doesn’t prolong your agony though. Instead you feel the pressure of his finger against your entrance. You moan as you feel him slowly entering you. His breathing has quickened, closing his eyes for a brief second to recompose himself. You’re so warm, soft and wet. Fuck, you feel amazing and he doesn’t even have his dick in you yet.
Removing his thumb from your outer lips, he moves it towards your clit. Together with his finger inside you, he starts a slow and steady rhythm. Rubbing your clit in hard, controlled strokes, he pumps his finger inside of you, getting deeper with every trust. The stretch initially gives you a slight burning sensation. But when he’s rubbing your clit like that, and you get slicker by the second, you relax for him and welcome it. Finding it incredibly arousing even. Fuck, you didn’t know anyone could ever make you feel this good.
“F-Feels so good. Please don’t stop.” You tell him, trying to hide your face in his neck. Meanwhile you feel him push himself harder against you. Rubbing his hard cock against your lower back to have some friction.
He groans at your words. “Damn right, I know how to pleasure my girl.”
His movements become more rapid, the sounds that fill the room absolutely filthy. Both your rapid breathing mixed with the squelching sounds his finger makes inside of you. It’s obscene.
You can feel a familiar sensation starting to coil in the pit of your stomach. Quickly reaching behind you to place your hand on his cheek, you whimper. “L-Leon, I think… I think I’m gonna…”
He rubs your clit as fast as possible, sensing that you’re close to your release. His finger inside of you, pumping at an incredulous speed.
“Look at me.” He demands with a growl. The arm wrapped around your waist loosens. His hand now reaching for your throat, He pushes your head back, chin up, so your eyes are fully on his. He kisses you, full of passion and demanding hunger, claiming your tongue with his own. He’s insatiable, swallowing your moans, licking your tongue like a starved man while rubbing you at a delicious pace.
When you break the kiss, you’re even more out of breath than before. You remain fixated on each other. Your eyes fighting to stay open, feeling yourself nearing the brink of release. He notices, his hot breath hitting your face in a dominant, primal whisper.
“Cum for me sweetheart. I got you. You’re safe with me. God please baby, fucking soak my fingers.”
His words are the final push you need. You’re cuming, an immense feeling of pleasure washing over you. Your back is arched, your hands desperately reaching for something to hold on to. You let out an inaudible cry. This feeling of euphoria making you see starts.
He never stops his movements. His fingers continuously rubbing you as he works you through your high.
“Yeah… That’s my beautiful girl, fuck-”
It’s the most erotic thing he has ever seen. Seeing your chest go up and down, your parted lips, the whimpers that escape you when you come undone in his hands. He wants to rut against you. Chase his own high. But he’s restraining himself, remembering that he’s trying to make this moment about you. To make you feel good. His pleasure can wait.
After a few seconds of you seeing stars, you slowly come down from your high. You open your eyes, still feeling him rub you at a slower, more comfortable pace. Your gaze connects with his again and you sigh in satisfaction. He looks at you with a soft smile, infinite fondness in his eyes as he caresses your cheek.
“How I was able to resist you for so long, I have no idea.” He chuckles. Bringing his rubbing to a complete stop, he withdraws his fingers from your underwear. When you look down, you can see them covered in your slick. A blush comes on your face, mortified that you have made such a mess on him. But that doesn’t seem to bother him in the slightest. Because what you see next, startles you but arouses you even more.
Instead of wiping his fingers somewhere, he brings them to his mouth. He looks you deep in the eyes before bringing his index finger in his mouth. Closing his lips around it, he starts sucking the digit, his tongue lapping at it. A low moan escapes him at finally being able to taste you. Oh how much he had craved it, tasting your fresh arousal on his tongue. You taste like candy. A sweet, soft, incredible taste.
He lets out the finger with a quiet pop before bringing another into his mouth. You almost want to moan at the sight, but a slight embarrassment stops you from doing so. Once all his fingers are clean, he speaks again, low and hot.
“You taste devine, like an actual treat.” A chuckle escapes him again. “You’re gonna make me addicted, sweetheart.”
Your mind starts to clear up as the seconds pass. He gives you a few kisses, some on your lips, some against your temple. All while you’re trying to wrap your head around what just happened. This has been the most erotic moment of your whole life. Which sounds a little pathetic when you say it like that. But then again, you’ve been with only one other partner before.
You’re pulled from your thoughts, when you suddenly feel your shorts being pulled down. His warm hands holding the waistband, trying to pull them over your hips. You jump immediately. Not out of unwillingness, but out of surprise.
“Leon, what are you doing? I don’t-” You mumble, shy and unsure, but he interrupts you.
“Shhh now sweetheart, you wouldn’t deny me my dinner, would you?”
If you hadn't been wet enough before, you surely are now. Your excitement starts to build again when you hear his words. A slow trickle coming out of your intimate hole. It’s not that you don’t want this. On the contrary, you would kill to have his face between your legs. But no one has ever done something like that for you before.
What if he doesn’t like the way you look down there? What if you smell? What if he finds it a problem that you don’t shave? What if he doesn’t find you attractive when he sees you naked… His voice rumbles again in your ears.
“Would you like that baby? To have my mouth on your beautiful little cunt? To have me lick up every single drop?”
He sees your blushing, softly nudging his nose against yours. Not trying to scare you but instead looking for any sign of discomfort. He doesn’t find any, just your raw desire clouded by your inexperience.
“Gonna let me have a taste, sweet girl? Or do you want us to stop? We can do that too, you know. You just have to tell me what you want.”
Even through your aroused haze, you melt at how he’s still willing to stop this if it becomes too much for you. But it’s not too much, not at all. You just need that little push.
“I-I want you Leon…”
His eyes glint in the candle light. “Want me where, baby? Tell me.”
Your cheeks are turning even redder. He’s really making you say it huh? You hide your face more in his neck, closing your eyes, whimpering your next words.
“Want your mouth… B-Between my legs. Leon please…”
He shushes you, pleased with your words. Hearing you whimper how much you want him to pleasure you, sends jolts of excitement through his body. It’s adorable you have trouble telling him what to do to you, while being an absolute menace in the battlefield. He caresses your cheek, his eyes full of promise, of desire. “Oh baby, you don’t have to beg for me, ever.”
Your words seem to awaken something in him. Pushing himself from behind you, he lets you rest against the wall of pillows. He quickly positions himself at your legs, leaning halfway over you, supported by his left hand. The other one reaches for the waistband of your shorts, slipping his finger underneath. Ready to take them off. Meanwhile his eyes never leave yours.
“Tell me if it ever gets too much and I’ll stop, ok? You won’t offend me by doing so. I want this to be something you enjoy. There’s no shame in telling me you feel uncomfortable, alright baby?”
You nod, not liking that this seems to be a one way kind of event, where the only person getting pleasure tonight is you. You want to make him feel good too, just as he had done to you a few minutes ago. He deserves that.
“B-But what about you?”
There’s a flicker of darkness in his eyes. “Me?” He chuckles, two seconds pass. “Oh I’m ravenous, darling.” He whispers to you, low and intimate.
He starts pulling your shorts down inch by inch. Once off, he’s met by the sight of your panties. You keep your legs closed, trying to get some friction. He groans at the sight, reaching for the back of the shirt he’s wearing. He takes it off in one swift motion before throwing it aside, leaving you gasping and drooling when you see his toned chest. He looks like a Greek god in your eyes. His chest hair covering his pectorals, going down in a smooth line down his stomach, towards his navel, disappearing in a delicious-looking happy trail underneath his boxers.
A sudden feeling of insecurity hits you when you look at his glorious body. His broad, strong shoulders, connected to those delicious biceps you may have imagined biting once or twice. How are you to compete with that? Of course you don’t have to show off your biceps like a man does, but Leon just looks so beautiful, so perfect in general. And you? Well you’re far from perfect in your opinion. Your breasts aren’t the perfect size. You don’t have a flat stomach. You’ve got stretchmarks on your thighs, on your hips... You’re average looking to be honest, but are you perfect? Well not as much as you’d like to be.
He notices your hesitation, seeing the gears turn inside your head. He places a hand on your thigh, softly rubbing your smooth skin, taking you out of your train of thought.
“What’s the matter baby? You wanna stop?”
You quickly shake your head. “No! No, it’s just… Fuck I’m probably irritating you with my worrying-”
“Telling me something that’s bothering you will never irritate me.” He says. A second passes as you look at him.
“Let me make this clear. Whatever you decide to do with me, whether it be nothing or everything, will still make this the most amazing night of my life. It’s because I get to spend it with you. Having you here with me is everything I could have ever asked for. Whatever’s troubling you is my top priority, so please, don’t ever hide that from me. What are you hiding, sweetheart?”
You sigh, shaking your head. “It’s something stupid. You look… Amazing, gorgeous even. You have the perfect body in my eyes. I don’t want to disappoint you because I look average. I don’t-”
“Hey, none of that.” He interrupts you, putting his index finger on your lips to stop you from talking. “I don’t want you to ever feel like you’re not enough for me. It’s flattering you see me in such a great light but…” A slight blush forms on his cheeks. “Fuck baby, if only you could see yourself the way I do. You look so much better than average. Seeing you here with nothing but a T-shirt and panties on makes me so fucking hard.”
You look down at your hands when you hear his cheeky remark, trying not to fidget your fingers too much.
“Wow Leon, that’s very… Uh…” You awkwardly laugh, not quite knowing how to respond.
You see his hand come into your line of vision, touching your chin, making you look up into his eyes again. His smile is soft and comforting while he caresses your jaw.
“It’s true.” He leans closer, just a few inches between you two. “Let me show you how beautiful you are, huh.”
And with that he kisses you again. Your lips mold together, his tongue immediately slipping in. Gone is his careful nature, replaced with something more feral, more hungry.
He reaches for the hem of your shirt, slowly lifting it, gesturing for you to put your arms up. Once he has taken it off, you’re left in nothing but your bra and panties. His hungry eyes look over you like a predator who has finally found the most delicious prey.
“You’re so beautiful.” He says before giving you a small peck on the lips. His hands reach towards your back, landing on your bra. “Can I take this off baby? Wanna see my pretty girl.”
You nod, taking in a deep breath when you feel him undo the clips at your back. Slowly but surely he takes the bra away from your chest, his fingers hooked at the straps, before throwing it elsewhere. The chilly air hits your breasts immediately, making your nipples stand out even more. Leon pushes you slowly against the pillows again. A groan leaves his lips.
“Such pretty tits baby. I just… Will you let me have a taste?”
You’re a bit taken aback by his bluntness but nod nonetheless. He wastes no time, covering your body with his. Your right breast is the first one he takes into his hand, softly kneading it. His thumb subtly touches your nipple, making you whimper. An unfamiliar feeling shoots straight to your core.
He leans further in, kissing your neck first before slowly moving down to your chest. He kisses the swell of your breast, leaving a hot, wet trail. His gaze moves up, looking deeply into your eyes before parting his lips. Before you even realize it, he has them wrapped around your little peak. A cry leaves your lips, feeling his hot, wet tongue flick the little bud and lick your areola. His eyes are closed now, moaning at the taste of your soft breast, almost like he’s in heaven. Meanwhile you can see him rutting into the mattress.
Seeing him enjoying himself that much when touching your breast is the biggest compliment you have ever gotten. That alone gives your confidence an immense boost.
After getting your nipple nice and hard he moves towards your other breast, giving it the same treatment. You run your fingers through his hair, hugging him to your chest in a soft, intimate manner.
“Absolute glorious tits sweetheart. Got me fucking obsessed.”
“I love you Leon.” You breath out almost in a pathetic cry. He stops sucking at your breast, his eyes warm and calming. A soft smile takes over his features. “And I love you sweetheart.” He lets go of your breasts, moving down your body inch by inch. “Let me show you how much.”
His hands roam your body. Over your waist, your belly, your hips, occasionally grabbing one of your breasts… His lips touch your stomach in soft, tantalizing kisses, making the hairs on your body stand up. He reaches lower, lower and lower until his lips connect with the waistband of your panties. He kisses your mound through the fabric. His hands reach between your thighs, prying them apart, revealing the wet spot you made earlier. He looks up at you, an excited look in his eyes. “Can I take these off?”
You nod. A small huff leaves your lips when he motions for you to move your hips up slightly, just enough for him to slide your panties off. They go in one swift motion. Now completely bare you instinctively close your legs again in a way to cover yourself.
He doesn’t notice at first, too enthralled by the piece of clothing in his hands. He lifts it towards his nose, completely unashamed. Closing his eyes for a brief second, he breathes in your scent. A primal groan leaves his lips before he quickly folds your underwear and puts it in the pocket of his sweats.
With his eyes fully on you again, he admires your frame, for the first time completely naked.
“You’re a dream. An actual dream. I don’t know how I got so lucky.” He whispers, stroking your thighs.
You move your hands to cover your face when hearing his words. “Leon, stop. I’m already blushing enough as it is.” You laugh.
He joins you, a toothy grin on his face. “Can’t help myself when you look like this baby, god damn.”
His gaze moves lower, lingering on your breasts for a long second before dipping lower towards the apex of your thighs. His hands are moving, slipping between your legs again, pushing them further apart. You let him, a bit apprehensive. It’s not everyday your long-time crush gets to take a look at you down there.
With your legs now fully spread, you’re completely laid bare for him. His eyes are intense, looking at your wet sex like it’s the most beautiful thing in the world. He memorizes every single detail. The soft tuft of hair, your pink lips, your dripping little hole… Your gorgeous thighs going up towards your hips, your waist, your breasts, your adorable face. Yeah, this is heaven.
He lies down, moving closer between your legs and placing them over his shoulders. You look even more beautiful from up close, your scent intoxicating him. This is everything he has ever dreamed of and more. The feeling of being accepted by someone. To finally belong somewhere.
He leans in, his lips touching the inside of your thigh, kissing the stretchmarks there. “Absolutely beautiful…” He whispers hotly against your skin.
His tongue sweeps out, tasting you before he uses his lips again, softly sucking the skin. He moves towards your other thigh, repeating the same action. Only this time he starts kissing you closer towards the place that’s aching for him. He has his arms wrapped around your thighs, keeping them apart.
He reaches your mound, the soft little hairs tickling him as he kisses you there as well. You’re growing inpatient, wriggling your hips to get him to touch you more. “L-Leon, don’t tease me.” You huff out in frustration.
His strong arm suddenly wraps over your stomach, putting you in your place, not able to move. His eyes are the darkest you’ve ever seen, a devilish glint in them when he speaks.
“I would like to have my dinner exactly the way I please. And you will take everything I give you. Every last bit of it. Do you understand, baby?”
His words make you impossibly aroused, more slick dripping from your waiting hole. You start whining, desperate for something, anything he might give you. It makes his cock impossible hard, straining against his brieves, dying to be let out of its confinement. The way you writhe beneath him, right in his grasp, craving for his touch. The only thing on your mind being him and only him.
You’re his. That’s final. Even if you ever want to stop this thing going on between you two, he’d never be able to let you go.
Putting you out of your misery, he finally descends. He kisses your outer lips, softly, slowly, with so much tenderness. Lower and lower until he presses his lips against your pink entrance. He blows cool air on it, watching as another drop of arousal slips out. You gasp at the feeling, relieved when you finally get something, but it's definitely not enough. You whimper once more, running your fingers through his thick hair.
“More… I-I need more Leon, please.”
He groans, his hot breath hitting your sex. “I know sweetheart. You’re so fucking good for me.”
Deciding he has prolonged your agony long enough, he uses two fingers to push your outer lips apart, baring you enough for him just like he prefers. And then… He fully dives in.
Your loud moan fills the room when you feel the flat of his tongue lick a bold stripe up, starting from your entrance all the way to your clit. He does it again, his eyes fixed on the way your chest rises, your head leaning back, eyes squeezed shut. You’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen.
His tongue moves slightly higher, landing on your little bundle of nerves. He flicks it with the tip of his tongue, circling, sucking… Jolts of pleasure course through you, making you pull harder at the strands of his hair. You lean forward to take a better look at him, arching your back. Your mouth is open wide, moan after moan coming out of your throat. You never thought you’d make such vulgar noises, thinking it was an exaggeration when other women told you it could be this good.
His eyes are closed, seemingly in trance, the sound of your moans spurting him on even further. His hand reaches for your breast, holding it in a possessive grip, never stopping the movements of his tongue.
“You taste amazing. Fuck, I can’t get enough of you. This sweet little cunt…” He mutters, moving his tongue lower again, looking for your entrance. Once found, he slowly pushes his tongue in, licking the inside of your spongy walls. The obscene sound of his slurping echoes through the room, his spit connecting with your slick. Meanwhile his nose prods at your clit, rubbing it during every trust he does inside of you. That together with his tongue entering you, is the perfect combination in your opinion.
You indulge in the way he looks, eating you out, his eyes closed, hair tousled, tongue lapping up your arousal like a starved man. Nothing in life will ever top this. You’re so fucking in love with this man.
You can feel yourself getting close, an indescribable feeling of pleasure building up in your lower stomach. “L-Leon…” You’re shaking, tensing up more as a sign of your upcoming release. Leon notices, he always does. Opening his eyes again, he looks straight into yours.
His tongue moves up again, putting his full attention on your clit. He gives it tiny kitten licks, the tip of tongue flicking it at an incredibly fast pace. It’s too much, the intensity of the pleasure he gives you foreign, overwhelming. Nothing like you’ve ever felt before.
The hand at your breast moves in sync with his thumb, rubbing, tweaking your nipple, which causes extra pleasure to go straight to your core. You feel like you’re about to burst, the sensation only getting better and better.
“You gonna cum for me, baby?” Leon groans, coming up for air, his lips red and glossy, eyes connected to yours. Meanwhile he brings his other thumb towards your clit, continuing the same motions his tongue did, never interrupting your buildup. “Good. Need you to come undone for me. To bask in the pleasure I give you and not think about anything else. Cum for me, sweetheart. I got you. You’re safe.”
He removes his thumb, quickly putting his mouth on you again. He moves his arm over your waist, pinning you down once more. That together with his other hand fondling your breast and his mouth licking your cunt… It’s getting too much. You’ve never had a buildup like this before. Normally when you pleasure yourself, you have a nice sweet orgasm. Nothing special. This time you’re clutching the mattress beneath you, gasping for breath, not knowing if you’ll make it to the other side of your orgasm. It’s not like you want him to stop, but damn.
“Leon, I-I cant. L-Leon-”
He interrupts you with a loud groan, his grip on you tightening, caging you in. He pushes his face even closer towards your wet heat, his tongue moving faster than he’s ever done before. There’s no mercy. Just the intense amount of pleasure he promised he’d give you until he’s completely sated. Your back arches, mouth open to let out a silent scream, feeling yourself cross the point of no return.
You’re seeing stars even though your eyes are squeezed shut. The intensity of your orgasm rippling through your body like a nuke has gone off. Immense pleasure washes over you, his slurping sounds and groans filling the room, while you try to hold on for dear life. The sensation he gives you is everywhere. From the top of your head all the way down to your toes. You’re convulsing, trembling in his arms, saying his name over and over again. He holds you like his life depends on it. Caressing you, loving you, working you through your ecstasy. Taking care of you like he’s always done, and will continue to do until his last breath.
It takes a good few seconds for you to come down from your high. Your legs are shaking, a thin sheen of sweat covering your entire body.
He releases your cunt with a silent pop, giving it a long attentive kiss before withdrawing. He uses his thumb to wipe off the remaining juices on his mouth and chin. A chuckle escaping his mouth before he speaks.
“A five-star dinner, I must say.”
Oh he’s such a tease. You’ve had it. Still trembling from your orgasm, the immense want to wipe that smirk off his face kicks in. Pulling yourself up to sit straight, you crawl towards him, hands reaching for the waistband of his sweats. Lets see how long his teasing will go on for once he’s deep inside of you, moaning your name.
Undoing the tie in a swift motion, you hook your fingers underneath the fabric, beginning to pull his sweats down. A startled sound leaves his mouth, a bit taken aback by your bluntness but also finding it a big turn on. Unbeknownst to you, a slight nervousness settles over him. His hands reach out, wrapping around yours, stopping you from going any further.
“Hang on sweetheart. I’m flattered that you want to take this further, but are you sure about this?”
You look at him with wide, confused eyes. Almost under the assumption that he’s a bit opposed to having actual sex with you. You swallow, looking at him with sincerity.
“I-I want you Leon.” You whisper, more vulnerable than ever. “If you’ll… If you’ll have me, that is… I want to feel you. All of you. Deep inside of me.”
In a way to accentuate your words more, you let your hand slide down on the outside of his sweats, your hand landing on his cock. You feel him through the fabric, long, thick and fully erect. A nice girth that would stretch you out until you can’t take it any more. It’s all the evidence you need, to know he wants you just as much. So why is he resisting it?
You start rubbing him up and down, squeezing him as hard as you can through his sweats. A guttural sound leaves his body, something between a groan and a whimper. One hand releases yours to immediately wrap around your hair, making you look up towards him. His eyes are feral, the expression on his face one of pleasure mixed with pain. His other hand stops you from touching him, a hiss leaving his lips.
“Fuck baby, it’s not that I don’t want you.”
Your eyebrows furrow. “Then what is it?”
He sighs in defeat, his insecurities coming to the surface. “I want to have sex with you… So fucking bad. But you must know that this…” He says carefully, gesturing to his cock. “It… It doesn’t look… I’m not thirty anymore sweetheart. It might not look like you expected. Just so you know….”
You find it adorable how he thinks the way his body has aged would be a problem to you. A small giggle leaves your mouth. You shake your head, holding his hand tightly in yours.
“Leon, even if you had the smallest, most shriveled penis in the world, I’d still love the heck out of it. You know why? Because that’s your penis. And anything that’s connected to you, every flaw, every wrinkle, I cherish with all my heart. I love you, Leon, every part of you.” You softly laugh at him. He joins you, looking at your joined hands in slight embarrassment.
“Can’t believe you actually thought I’d judge the way you look down there. My insecure little teddy bear.”
“Who are you calling little huh?” He laughs in mock hurt.
A few seconds pass like that, the two of you basking in each other’s presence, enjoying the quietness. Leon looks up at you again, a soft smile on his face.
“So you’re sure about this?”
You lean in to give him a quick kiss on the lips. “Absolutely positive.”
He nods, his own smile growing wider. “Alright. Let me take this off then.”
He stands up from the mattress, reaching for the waistband of his sweats. He takes it down in one swift motion, kicking the clothing away with his feet. Now only glad in a pair of black boxers, you let your eyes roam his body. His thighs are thick, muscular and hairy… So very manly. You bite your bottom lip, keeping in the drool that wants to leave your mouth.
He reaches for his boxers, pulling them down as well, throwing them on the floor next to the mattress. Seeing him fully naked for the first time, in all his glory, you don’t know whether to look at it fully or not. You avert your gaze out of instinct, not wanting to seem like a creep.
“It’s alright, sweetheart. You can look.” You hear him chuckle.
So you do. Looking back towards him, your eyes land on his face first. You give him a shy smile before letting your gaze wander downwards. To his broad and hairy chest, to his toned stomach, following his happy trail all the way down to the big tuft of dark hair that gathers around his sex.
He’s hung. Not necessarily the biggest, but definitely not small either. His cock is fully erect, standing proudly against his abdomen. The head: a dark pink shade, precum leaking out of the tip. His length has a nice girth, a vein protruding at the side. Lower at the base, you can see his balls, fully visible now he’s this excited. Sure he doesn’t look like a twenty year old man anymore, but damn does he make your mouth water.
“You’re incredibly sexy.” You tell him. Sitting on your knees, you reach out for his hand, gesturing to him to come and lie down with you. You move to the left side of the mattress to make more room for him.
“Eager little thing are you, huh?” He chuckles, even though he’s just as excited about this as you are.
Before lying down, he reaches for his sweatpants again, putting his hand in one of the pockets. You wonder what he’s doing until you see him take out a small square plastic packaging. A condom.
He takes it into his hands, his fingers at the edge, trying to rip it open. Without fully realizing what you’re doing, you put your hand on top of his, stopping him in his actions.
“No…” You mutter.
For a second he looks at you with a questionable gaze, thinking the worst. That you still want to stop this after seeing him. But he soon realizes what you actually mean, relieve settling within. “You want me to go bare, sweetheart?” His rough voice sounds through the silence.
Do you? Yes, but… Is it irresponsible to do it without a condom the first time you have sex with someone? You don’t mind. Not with Leon at least. But you don’t know his opinion about it. For all you know, your question could be a turn off.
“Only if you want to of course! And it’s completely fine if you want to wear a condom. But I’m on the pill and I think we’re both safe so… I’d like to try it. I want to feel all of you, Leon. Everything.”
His heart could burst, seeing you ramble like that, trying to not make it overly clear you want his bare cock inside of you. It’s probably the biggest compliment he’s ever received. You’re adorable. How can he say no to that? Besides… He only brought the condom because he thought you’d want him to use it. If it’s up to him, he’d have you without any protection at all. Get rid of the condom. Maybe even get rid of your pill too… But that’s for another day. When you’re both ready.
It’s not the first time he has imagined starting a family with you sometime in the future. To buy a house where he can take care of you. To have a normal life away from the DSO. You, making dinner in the kitchen when he comes home from a normal office job, round with his child… He stores the thought somewhere in the back of his mind. Someday, he tells himself.
“Well then…” He says, a small smirk forming. He throws the condom behind him in a careless manner. The tiny object flying against the window, almost like he wants to throw it outside. “Guess we don’t need this anymore, huh?”
Relief washes over you, when he reaches forward. His hands roam your body, tickling you, making you squeal and laugh. He laughs with you, pure joy on his face as he covers your body with his own. He seals his lips with yours. You let him lead, still laughing into the kiss. Your eyes are closed when you feel his hand on your cheek and his naked chest touching yours.
You moan into the kiss, feeling your tender breasts make contact with his hardness. You open your legs instinctively, inviting him in. Leon groans at your submissiveness, another drop of precum leaving the tip of his cock once his thighs brush against yours. A shiver runs down your spine, feeling his warmth, his strength.
He breaks the kiss before closing the last few inches between you two. You feel his length touch your wet sex, earning a hiss out of him and a whimper from you.
“Fuck baby, you feel so warm and wet against me.”
He pushes slightly harder, rubbing his length along your folds, coating it in your slick. Your clit gets stimulated like that, making you involuntarily push your hips upward to meet his slow trusts. You wrap your arms around him, caressing his shoulder blades. Even occasionally using your nails to softly scratch him.
That gets him going. A low moan escapes him when he looks into your eyes. He’s hungry, desperate even. Needing something incredibly badly but still trying to remain in control.
“I-I might not be able to last long, sweetheart. Like I said, it’s been a very long time for me.”
You stroke his back once more, showing him that you understand. “That’s ok hun. I don’t mind. I just want you to enjoy this. Just… Go slow, yeah? It’s been a long time for me too. It might hurt at first.”
He looks at you with so much adoration and love, he thinks he might burst. “Of course baby, just tell me if it hurts too much and I’ll stop. Ok?”
You mumble a quick ‘ok’, giving the tip of his nose a little peck. A soft laugh rumbles from his throat.
“I love you.” He whispers .
“I love you.” You return within a heartbeat.
He places one hand on your hip while the other is at the top of your head, his elbow keeping him up. His forearm presses close against you, almost touching your cheek, hugging you, protecting you.
After a minute of rubbing the two of you together, you suddenly feel the sensation on your clit stop, only to be replaced by a certain pressure at your entrance. He has placed the head of his cock there, testing you. Trying to see how you’d react by the sudden feeling. He’s already smearing his precum there, placing a permanent mark on you.
You place one hand on the back of his head before connecting your lips once again. He takes it as a sign that he can move further. Letting go of your hip, he brings his hand between you two before settling on your clit once again. You break the kiss to let out a soft moan when he starts to rub you in slow, intimate circles. He can feel your wetness dripping across his cockhead, sending an immense sense of pride through him.
You’re ready. Fully ready for him. And now he’s sealing your precious bond once and for all.
He puts more pressure against your entrance, the head breaking through, stretching your walls. He immediately scrunches his eyes shut, his mouth falling open in a silent gasp. An immense sense of pleasure washes over him, something he’s never felt before. Of course he’s no virgin and he knows what he’s doing, but he has never gone bare with someone before. Has never even felt the need to be so intimate with someone… So the way your warm, wet cunt feels around him right now, is indescribable.
He tries to stay silent, tries to keep in what he’s feeling to not push you too much. For all he knows, you could be in pain right now because of him. He reopens his eyes after a few seconds, searching yours to check in on you.
You have watched him all this time. The way he almost looks gobsmacked at feeling your tight walls around him. Fuck he looks so hot, basking in the pleasure you’re able to give him.
It doesn’t hurt for you. Not yet at least. You just feel the pleasure he’s giving your clit combined with the pressure inside of you, slowly stretching you. Intimidating but not hurting.
“I’m ok.” You tell him.
He swallows, trying to remain in control of himself while also being relieved that he’s not hurting you. He kisses your forehead as a sign of endearment when he slowly enters you further.
This time though, it does hurt you. A sharp burn runs through you when he’s almost halfway in. The rubbing at your clit does quite a bit to mask the pain, but it’s still there. Enough for you to hiss and let out a small yelp when he pushes in another inch. Leon goes still.
“Fuck baby, you need me to stop?” He hurriedly says, scared he’s gone too far.
You shake your head, holding onto him while trying to get used to his size. “N-No it’s fine. The stretch just hurts like expected. Just give me a moment, yeah? I love having you in me like this, baby. Feel so close to you.” You murmur, feeling his fingers quicken their pace at your little nub. Pleasure courses through you. So much so, that the pain subsides after a few minutes. You push your hips up against his, signaling that you want him to continue.
He doesn’t push deeper at first, instead pulling himself out before slowly going back in. He repeats the same action, again, and again. Until he’s rocking your bodies together in a slow, passionate rhythm. He’s been trying to remain quiet this whole time, but fuck a man can only hold on for so long.
“S-Shit baby, you feel so good around me. So perfect… So fucking perfect for me, god…”
His pace speeds up a bit, hearing the sound of your breathy moans, feeling your nails scrape against his shoulders. He’s in heaven. Nothing will ever beat this. He leans in towards your neck, putting the flat of his tongue against your skin, sucking you there. You feel him speed up again, his hot breath against your ear. “You feel a-amazing. I-I cant, fuck… Does it feel good for you, sweetheart? I’m not hurting you, am I?”
You immediately shake your head, meeting him in his thrusts. “F-Feels so good Leon. Love having you inside of me. Don’t stop. Don’t, please…” A loud moan rips from your throat, spurting him on even further.
You have completely relaxed around him now. A sign for him to move a little deeper. You gasp at the further intrusion, stilling for a second as the burning feeling comes back again. Only for a little while though.
He starts giving your clit hard and fast flicks of his fingers, making you relax around him in no time. This pattern continues until he’s fully inside of you, bottoming out. The stretch is something you’ve gotten accustomed to by now, the slight burn becoming something that gives you pleasure instead of pain. You moan in his ear, telling him how much you’re enjoying him making love to you.
“Fuck Lee, I love your big cock inside of me. S-Shit, you make me the happiest woman in the world.”
He feels like he’s dreaming. Being this intimate with you while also hearing how much you’re enjoying this, how much you want him...
“Damn right, I know how to take my girl. How to please her...” He groans. “Fuck baby, your cunt feels like honey. So warm, so f-fucking wet…” He starts whimpering, actual whimpering, something you’ve never heard him do before. Leon never whimpers, never falls to his knees, never surrenders to something. So you know, he’s fully at your mercy right now. Putting all his trust and love into you.
He starts a steady rhythm, rocking your bodies again, relishing in the snug, warm feeling you provide him. He suddenly reaches behind his back, grasping your hands, placing them flat on the pillow above your head. He holds them together at the wrists, holding you in place just the way he likes. He’s quickening his pace, claiming you, chasing his release so he can mark you from the inside.
He kisses you fervently, biting your bottom lip before moving towards your jaw. Licking and sucking the skin there.
“You’re mine. Tell me you’re mine.” He growls in your ear, his words dripping with possessiveness. No one will ever have or see you like this. No one. Not on his watch.
He awaits your answer, hearing you whimper at a certain sharp trust. You’re breathing each other’s air, so close now that there’s no more space left between you. Your eyes flutter shut, barely able to control the intense pleasure he’s giving you.
“Need to hear you say it, baby. C’mon, who do you belong to? Tell me.” He grunts against your lips. He uses his thumb and index finger to gently squeeze your clit. He rolls it between his fingers, making you open your eyes again. You let out a silent scream, looking deep into his eyes.
“Yours! Yours! Oh my… F-Fuck, I’m yours, Leon. Please, go faster, deeper… Anything! I need you, please…”
“Yeah?” He grunts, gritting his teeth. “You want this old man to fuck you like he’s thirty again, huh? Want him to show you what he’s made of? Make you come on his cock? Would you like that, sweetheart?”
You have lost your sanity, all rationality out of the window. The only thing on your mind now is him. His deliciously heavy weight on top of you, his thick cock between your legs, his groans you get to swallow… He’s everything. You’re only purpose, your love, your reason to live. Only Leon.
“Leon, baby, need you to come inside me. Need to feel it…”
His heart flips at hearing your words. His blue eyes, normally very bright, have turned into two black holes, his arousal, his hunger for you, clear as day. He never thought you would ask him to finish inside of you. He would have asked eventually, yes. But he never thought you would suggest it on your own.
“Shit, you’re such a good fucking girl. Asking me to mark you from the inside… You’re so dirty. My naughty little girl. F-Fuck I’ll give it to you baby. Won’t be long now. Your cunt is gripping me like a vise.”
He rocks into you at a nice speed. Still not at his full potential because that means he would hurt you, since you’re not completely used to his size yet. That is something he’s saving for another time.
Right now, he rubs your clit as fast as possible, feeling your legs tighten around his hips. His own release building, nearing the point of no return. You’re not far behind. You keep your legs as wide as possible, giving him full access to you while accepting everything he gives you. You’re right there, at the brink of release. You just need a little more stimulation.
Leon suddenly stills, a loud groan leaving his mouth. His cock’s fully out, just the tip of it inside you. His fingers never stop rubbing your clit. His face is scrunched together, eyes closed like he’s in pain. You immediately worry.
“L-Leon…? Are you ok? Did I do something wrong?” You mutter, ready to apologize.
He quickly shakes his head, his warm breath hitting your face. “No baby, it’s just… I can’t hold it in anymore. If I continue, I’ll cream your walls even before you’ve had a chance to cum. What kind of man would I be if I came before you, huh?” He says, trying to sound reasonable.
You’re not having it though. Once again he’s putting your needs before his and you’ve had enough of that. In one fluid motion you have raised your legs higher at his sides so now the heels of your feet are pushed against his behind. You push against his cheeks, pushing him closer against you, making him penetrate you once more.
A guttural groan leaves his mouth when he looks at you in betrayal. “You fucking minx. No, I-I cant…”
“You can, Leon. You’ve been looking after me ever since the beginning, never letting me out of your sight. Just let me take care of you for once. Cum inside of me Leon. It’s ok, I can cum after. I don’t mind.”
You rapidly push your hips up and down, squeezing him with your walls as hard as you can. His eyes are wide, mouth agape, completely vulnerable. And you know you have him right where you want him.
“Just let go, baby. I’ve got you this time. You’re safe.”
He can't hold back anymore. Now fully giving in to your actions, he ruts into you like a madman. He brings his face to your neck, unable to hold himself up any longer. His hair slightly falls in your face while he lets out sounds something between moaning and whimpering, almost speaking gibberish.
“Don’t deserve you… Y-You’re perfect… So good… Best fucking cunt. Like you were made for me. Shit baby, I’m cuming!”
Right after he says that, you feel his cock spasm. He pushes into you one final time, going as deep as possible. He spills inside of you, groaning your name like a prayer, breathing in your scent like it’s his source of life. Jet after jet of hot cum hits your cervix, marking you, claiming as his for all eternity. All you can do is take it. And you do so, gladly.
His hold on you is impossibly tight, his weight crushing you. So much so it almost becomes difficult for you to breathe. But do you mind? No. You absolutely relish in it. The way he’s groaning in your ear like his life depends on it. How you can feel his warm cum already trying to slip out of you, because it is too much for you to hold. How you’ve never seen him this vulnerable before, so beautiful, so completely bare. Not just physically, but mentally as well. Something that’s meant for you, and you only.
Slowly coming down from his high, you would think he needs to catch his breath for a second. But no… Instead of relishing in your warm embrace, he looks down at where the two of you are joined together. He rubs his fingers in a rapid pace again, continuing where he left off to build your own high. His face is still tucked against your neck, his movements against your clit relentless, his weight preventing you from running and forcing you to take it.
“F-Fucking hell, Leon!”
A dark, warm chuckle is felt against your neck. His tongue slips out, licking your neck before softly sucking at the skin.
“You’re gonna cum again for me, baby. One way or another. Don’t think I’m spent just because of that little trick you just pulled.”
He’s only playing with you. Teasing you until your bottom lip trembles. Is he a little frustrated you made him cum before you did? Yes. He’s a man after all. It’s his job to take care of you, to look after you, to make sure you come first, multiple times, always. Does that mean he hates you for it? No, absolutely not. To be honest, it felt nice to be taken care of for once. To have your arms around him, stroking his head, whispering sweet nothings in his ear while you milk his cock. Just the thought of it makes him want to come again.
You’re an absolute angel. His most prized possession. No one has ever taken care of him before. After having to fend for himself his whole life, it’s a nice feeling to know someone cares for him now the way he has always wanted. Ever since he had lost his parents, he had told himself it would only get better. It had to. But things, in fact, did not get better… Until he met you that is. He has finally found that comfort in you.
You own his heart. In more ways than one.
Bringing you to the brink of release, you almost scream his name into the air. Overwhelmed by the intense feeling of fullness and the delicious rubs against your center.
He’s mesmerized by you. Your warm, wet cunt still wrapped around his softening cock. His seed deep inside of you. Your moans, your whimpers, your legs, your hips, your tits... Everything.
“God please baby, let me feel you come around me. Just one more time. Know you can do it, sweetheart. Make me fucking proud.”
His words are slurred, but it’s the final push you need. Tipping over the edge, you come around him, your walls spasming, making him groan against your skin. “F-Fuck that’s it. That’s my good girl, shit baby…” He curses while also talking you through it. The feeling of you erupting around him sends him into a frenzy, his pride rushing through the roof.
After coming down from your high, you both lie there completely spent, the only sound in the room being both of your heavy breathing. You feel his lips against your cheek, pressing a soft kiss there. His eyes are on you while you look at the ceiling, trying to wrap your mind around what just happened.
“You good, baby? Did you enjoy it? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Leon asks, a little bit unsure because of your quietness. You turn your head to look at him now, your noses brushing against each other. You let out a soft giggle, feeling warm and fuzzy inside.
“That… was amazing.”
He laughs now as well, his hand drawing small circles between your shoulder blades. “So I guess you liked it then?”
“I loved it.” You tell him. “I’ve never come so many times during sex before.”
“And I’ve never come that fast before.” He chuckles. You snort at his reaction.
His smile turns more tender, more intimate. “Thank you, sweetheart.”
You know what he's saying those words for. For prioritizing his needs before yours, for taking care of him when no one else does. Your heart breaks at realizing he feels the need to thank you like you're just a stranger and not the woman in his life.
“Don’t have to thank me for something that’s so normal for me to do Leon. I want to take care of you. I love you.”
“I know, it's just..." He lets out a long sigh. "I love you too, sweetheart.”
His lips are on you once again. Not hungry or urgent like before, but slower, more passionate. Searching for that deep connection while tasting you. He takes his time, moving his lips slowly against yours. Feeling you up once again, hands caressing your waist. This is what you both needed. Some time alone, away from the world outside, with nothing but each other's company.
He breaks the kiss after a while, putting a small peck on the tip of your nose. “How about a nice, hot shower huh?”
You nod. “I’d like that.”
He lifts himself up on his elbows, your skin sticking to his caused by the amount of sweat you both lost. His limp cock slips out of you, an immediate trickle of his cum following. It forms a mixture together with your slick, the evidence of your lovemaking.
He looks at your cunt with a possessive look, mesmerized by your wet lips, almost zoning out. It’s a view he has imagined time and time again for only now to see you like this in the flesh. He reaches out, his thumb catching the bit of seed dribbling down your butt before slowly pushing it back into you. You gasp at the uninspected intrusion, but let him do as he pleases. Gently fingering you with his thumb, he watches as more cum leaks out before pushing it inside again.
“Is it… bad? That I want you to keep everything in?” He asks, whispering like it’s a secret. Too shy to utter the words. You giggle, cocking your head with slight furrowed eyebrows.
“Do you have a breeding kink, Mr. Kennedy?” You say seductively, teasing him.
He meets your gaze, a hidden playfulness behind his eyes. “With you… I think I have every kink there is out there.”
“Oh my God, Leon!” You are laughing heartily, your head thrown back. You reach up to swat his hand away from between your legs.
He joins you in your laughter, shaking his head. He stands up and reaches for his boxers, putting them on. He then offers you his hand, gesturing for you to take it. “Let’s go get that shower. Up you come.”
He pulls you up, his hands moving to your shoulders, steadying you until you’re standing straight. Only it doesn’t stay like that. You manage to stay up for a good five seconds until your legs start to wobble. Losing your balance, you almost fall back onto the mattress behind you. Leon’s quick to wrap his arms around you, pushing you flush against his chest.
“You good?” He asks a little worried. The feeling of your naked chest against his still sends shivers down your spine, even after everything you just did. His eyes search yours, checking to see if you’re feeling well. The truth is, you are feeling well. A little too well.
The events from before had taken away your ability to stand properly, your legs not able to hold your weight anymore. You chuckle at how oblivious he is. If only he knew how good he fucked you…
“I’m good, Leon. Very good actually. You really did a number on me.”
He looks a little confused, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. “I fucked you that good? You sure I didn’t hurt you?”
His warm breath hits your damp skin, sending goosebumps everywhere. You giggle, sending him a soft smile. “Leon, believe me when I say you didn’t hurt me at all. I’ve never felt so good in my entire life. You just uh… have to help me right now, because I can’t feel my legs anymore.” You tell him, joking.
Pride swells in his chest, knowing he took you so well you’re not even able to walk for a while. Good… All the more reason to hold you against him as closely as possible for just a little longer. He grabs the key from the pocket of his sweats before reaching for the blanket on the mattress. He unfolds it before wrapping it around your shoulders, covering your body all the way down to your knees. Once he has you wrapped in like a little burrito, he puts one arm at your back, the other behind your knees. He lifts you up, holding you close against his chest, making his way towards the door.
“Where’re we going?” You ask, a little worried someone might see you. “Is there a shower up here?”
His grip slightly tightens around you. “There is one in the room next to this one.” Seeing your slight worried expression, his gaze softens. “Don’t worry. I won’t let anyone see us.” He kisses your temple, unlocking the door before reaching for the handle.
Stepping into the hallway, Leon takes large strides towards the other room. Luckily it’s unlocked, like everything else on this floor.
You find yourself in an old bedroom, much like the one you’re staying in. Seems like Leon does too because he finds the attached bathroom immediately. He turns on the light before locking the door behind you. He gently sets you down on the closed toilet seat, giving your temple a quick peck before walking towards the walk-in shower. You watch as he turns on the shower tap. He holds his hand under the stream to check if the water is the perfect temperature. Once satisfied, he turns back to you.
“C’mon love, let’s get you cleaned up.” He says, taking off his boxers.
Removing the soft blanket from your body, he lifts you up, placing your legs around his waist. He walks into the shower, the warm stream touching your skin. You sigh in relief, fully relaxing in his arms. You feel Leon stroking your back softly, a smile of satisfaction and approval on his face.
“Hmmm that feels good, baby?”
You let out a hum of contentment, leaning your head against his shoulder, your nose brushing his neck. You close your eyes and lean in, pressing soft and gentle kisses on his wet skin. Your intimate gesture, how ordinary it may seem, affects him immediately. It makes more blood pump straight to his cock, his desire for you loud and imminent. He wills himself to calm down for your sake. He has worn you out already. You’re spent. There’s no way you can take him again.
“Lee, what’s wrong?” He hears you quietly mumble against his neck. His quickened heartbeat obviously didn’t go unnoticed by you. He quickly shushes you, not wanting you to feel like there’s a problem.
“ ‘S nothing love, just enjoy having you here with me, that’s all.” He tells you, never stopping the movements of his hand on your back. He closes his eyes, trying to think of anything but your luscious body pressed against him.
His desire ebbs away after a minute, his cock once again hanging limp between his legs. You’re both soaked now, the sweat washed away down the drain. Leon nuzzles his nose into your hair, kissing your earlobe.
“Gonna have to try standing up for me now baby. I’ve got to wash you.”
You nod, muttering a quiet ‘ok’ before you feel him slowly letting go of your thighs. Once your feet hit the white marble floor, you put your full weight onto your legs again. This time though you can stand up. The wobbly feeling is now completely gone. Leon notices but still doesn’t let go of you fully. One hand still at the small of your waist.
“You good?” He asks. You nod, sending him a sincere smile.
He starts washing once he’s sure you’re ok. There’s no soap or shampoo left in the abandoned room, so you just try to clean yourselves by using the water. His touch is gentle, hands gliding over your bare back before moving to your hair. He runs his fingers through it, careful to not hurt you when he finds a knot.
“You’ve got such beautiful hair. I’ve always wanted to run my fingers through it…” He almost whispers to himself, but you heard him.
“And now you can.” You grin. He moves closer, pressing his warm chest against your back, wrapping both of his arms around you from behind. He kisses the top of your head before he speaks again.
“Indeed sweetheart, I can. And I will, for many more years.” He promises you.
After a few more minutes of basking in the heat the shower provides, Leon turns off the tap before getting out. He reaches for two towels stacked on a cabinet near the sink. He passes one to you before unfolding his own. You both dry yourselves, the humid air making it difficult to see each other in the large mirror.
When you’re both completely dry, he puts his boxers back on, ready to make his way back to the conservatory. He wraps the blanket around you again, lifting you up into his arms.
“I can walk now, you know.” You grin. His growls softly in your ear, his grip only tightening.
“I know sweetheart. Just let me take care of you. You’re mine now.”
He turns off the light, getting out of the bathroom. Back at the conservatory, he locks the door once more, making sure no one walks in on you two. The sound of his footsteps on the hardwood floor is the only sound you hear when he walks towards the mattress. He bends down, carefully placing you on the soft surface. He goes through the room, blowing every single candle out, covering you in darkness. The small lights from the city outside provide a calm and romantic view. Thankfully no one’s able to look inside where the two of you are since you’re higher up than everyone else.
You open up the blanket, making enough room for him to slide in next to you. Leon leans back against the pillow behind him, immediately opening his arms as a gesture for you to come closer. You do just that, placing your head on top of his chest, hearing his heartbeat while you wrap your arms around his waist. He lets out a low growl of satisfaction, feeling you pressed against him, utterly naked. You feel the fabric of his boxers against your hip and let out a disappointed huff.
“Take these off Lee.”
He complies, but it’s a little against his will. Don’t get him wrong, he wants nothing more than to lie naked next to you… But he might get hard again. And that’s something he’s trying to avoid.
Your cunt is still a bit sore after your union. Rubbing your thighs together, you try not to think too much about the ache.
Now both comfortable, completely wrapped in the blanket, you hold each other so intimately, feeling like it might be the last time you ever get the chance to do so. With his boxers now gone, you press yourself against him, intertwining your legs. You rub his back in comforting circles while nuzzling your face into his chest. Leon has one arm wrapped around your waist. The other around your shoulders. His hand caressing the back of your head.
The two of you are in your own little bubble, warm against each other, protected from the world outside.
“I wish we could stay like this forever.” You whisper against his chest. He presses his nose into your damp hair, giving your head a kiss. You continue. “With no one judging us or telling us what we’re doing is wrong.” He hums at your words, his grips growing tighter as to offer you some comfort.
“We can make that happen. I didn’t tell you we could make this work for nothing. We just have to give it some time, seek the right people who we can trust.” You look up when he speaks further, a sparkle of hope igniting. “I’ll have a talk with Chris… See what we can do… Maybe there’s a way for us to be together here. If not, we could always resign. Even though the DSO doesn’t want us to. We can run away. Hide somewhere we’ll never be found. I might have a few connections, people who can help us. I can keep you safe there. Keep this… love of ours safe.”
Your mind is a whirlwind. Anxious about the future and scared about how everything will go. But you trust Leon. With every fiber within you. If there’s a way for the two of you to be together, he’ll find it. You’ll follow him anywhere.
“I trust you, Leon.”
He hums at your words. “Anything for you baby. I’d do anything for you.”
Nuzzling further into each other, the night passes on. It must be way past midnight by now, but you don’t care. Time is irrelevant. You both end up talking for another hour. Conversing about how you both see the future. About how your lives were before you met one another. You tell him you never want to live another day without him. That he’s the best thing that has ever happened to you. He kisses you deeply, muttering against your lips how he needs you more than air itself, how his life revolves around you now, how he loves you more than anything in the world.
After a while it gets hard for you to stay awake, your eyelids heavy with exhaustion. You close them, telling yourself it’s just for a second. But sleep pulls you under immediately. He lets you, feeling your soft, calm breathing against his skin. He checks the room with his eyes once more. An old habit, rooted into him, making sure no harm would come to you. He looks at you one final time, asleep, safe and sound in his arms. Giving your temple one final kiss, he lets his eyes fall shut. It doesn’t take long before his body fully relaxes and a deep, comforting sleep overtakes him.
You wake up to the first soft rays of sunlight peeking over the top of the buildings. The morning sun casts an orange glow on the conservatory, basking it in a warm, tranquil atmosphere. You squeeze your eyes shut, the light a little too harsh for your still sleepy mind.
You had turned around during the night, your back now turned towards Leon. His strong arm is still wrapped around you, keeping you close against his chest. His face is nuzzled in your hair, his slow, steady breathing hitting you in regular puffs. He’s still asleep.
Your mind goes back to the events from last night. You remember the way he took care of you, how he claimed your body. The way his face scrunched together when you finally took care of him. The evidence of his release is still embedded deep inside of you, a dribble coming out of your hole whenever you move.
He awakens only a minute after you. You notice by the slight stirring of his fingers against your skin and how his breathing changes. He starts moving after a few seconds, his grip on you tightening. Both of his arms now wrapped around you again in a possessive hold. You don’t know if he realizes you're already awake. But you decide to play dumb for a while. To see what he’ll do.
He presses himself fully against you, letting you feel his soft cock against your behind. You grow wet without realizing it, thinking of how he pushed into you last night. Of how his thick girth stretched you to the max. He groans in your ear, not trying to be sexual, but in a personal, intimate manner. Fully at ease having you against him fully naked.
He starts giving you slow, tantalizing kisses behind your ear, probably in an effort to awaken you. His hand reaches lower, barely touching your breasts before landing on your stomach. His thumb draws comforting circles there, the subtle action so beautiful and arousing to you. More wetness starts to pool between your legs. Your breath hitches, no longer able to prolong this act you’re playing. You squirm against him, involuntarily rubbing your behind closer against his cock.
He chuckles at your actions, a deep desire igniting deep within his lower belly. Though he keeps his thoughts at bay, not knowing your incredibly aroused yourself. He thinks it’s just your way of trying to get closer to him, and who is he to deny your wish.
A deep rumble escapes his throat. “Good morning, sweetheart. Sleep well?”
His hoarse morning voice hits you like a truck, makes your abs tense and thighs squeeze more against each other. “Good morning, Lee.” Is the only thing you manage to get out. A whine slips from your lips, feeling his muscular thighs against your own. The weight of his body leaning onto you. You push yourself impossibly close, something primal taking over you. Not quite knowing how to ask for his special attention.
He hums approvingly in your ear. His own thoughts being anything but pure.
“Wanna be close to me, baby? Hmmm, you’re so warm…” He groans against your neck. His hand stops moving at your stomach and goes towards your waist instead, grabbing you more firmly.
You suddenly feel something stir behind you. A firm hardness rises, standing tall and ready against your lower back. His eyes grow wide immediately, his own body betraying him. He knows you can feel it as a small gasp leaves your lips. He’s ashamed, almost disgusted at himself for getting carried away like this. You have just woken up for goodness sake. You’ve been intimate with him only hours ago and he’s already asking for more. What on earth would you think of him?
Little does he know that the evidence of his arousal spurts you on even further. You want to invite him between your legs. Your sex wet from your slick, warm and ready for him.
He tries to move away from you, loosening his grip as a soft blush starts to form on his face.
“Shit love, I-I’m so sorry. I don’t know how… Just give me a second…”
His arm slung around you is removed, his whole body moving away, making you let out a sound of disappointment. The cold air hits your back, sending shivers down your spine, missing the heat he provided. You turn your head in a flash, looking up at his half-lidded eyes. You reach for his cheek. He’s not looking at you. Too focused on getting his ‘situation’ settled again.
“You fucking morron… Getting hard like that…” You hear him mutter to himself. He freezes when he feels your hand against his cheek, his eyes weary, conflicted, frustrated with himself. You lean in while also pulling him down towards you.
Your lips are on his, the kiss demanding, stopping his troubled mind from spiraling any further. For a second he doesn’t know what to do, a little taken aback by your forwardness. But then he feels you push yourself against him again, feels your wandering hands slipping down towards his neck, hears you moan into the kiss… And just like that, he’s done for.
He groans, the feeling in his body returning. In the split of a second, he has his hands on both of your hips, pulling you back against him, against his hard, pulsating cock. You let out a whimper at feeling him behind you again. A sound that’s quickly muffled by his warm tongue slipping inside your mouth, dominating, meeting your tongue in a sensual dance. Gone is his embarrassment from before, replaced with the burning need to be inside of you again. God, how could he ever have doubted you. You’re just as desperate for him as he is for you.
His hand slips down from your waist towards the soft curls hidden at the apex of your thighs. You automatically open up for him, inviting him inside. Once his fingers go lower and he feels your absolutely soaked sex, he groans deeply into your mouth. A grunt escapes him as he breaks the kiss. His hand grasps your thigh, lifting it higher up to take a good look at you down there.
His eyes land on the wet sheen between your legs, your desire completely bare before him. Shining gloriously in the warm light the morning sun provides. He swallows thickly.
“Good fucking morning to you, baby. Holy shit, so fucking ready for me.”
His rough voice shoots straight to your core, giving you the urge to rub your thighs together. He refrains you from doing so, too immersed in watching your slick dribble from your core. All just for him.
“And here I thought I had to go easy on you, huh?” He says menacingly, a small smirk plastered on his face. He leans his head down towards your breast, licking a bolt stripe over the nipple. Your breathing becomes irregular. You wiggle your hips, trying to find some friction, anything that can give you the satisfaction you need. He chuckles darkly in your ear.
“I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already dripping for me. Christ…”
Your eyes are closed, fingers desperately grabbing the blanket for leverage. Leon brings his lips back to your neck and starts sucking the skin. Hard and persistent, not letting go. Making sure he leaves a mark there for everyone to see. To stake his territory.
“Fuck me, Leon. Please… Need you so bad…” You say, desperately clawing at his neck, begging him to do something.
His growl is dark and low, his lips leaving your neck. Before you even get the chance to react, you’re pushed onto your front, your face pressed into the pillow. He’s up behind you, pressing his weight on top of you. He moves your butt slightly up, giving him the best view of your slick heat. You feel him now, rubbing himself against the cleft of your ass.
“The amount of times I have imagined you sprawled out before me like a God damn feast…”
You interrupt him. Too impatient, too needy.
“P-Please, no more waiting… Take me, please…”
His expression shifts, going from calm and patient to dark and hungry. His hand reaches for the back of your head, wrapping around your hair, pulling it into a ponytail.
“So fucking needy… Want a real man to take care of you, huh? Want me to let out all my frustrations on you?”
“Y-Yes! Please Leon…” You’re interrupted by a pull on your hair. Your neck is arched, your mouth agape, your half-lidded eyes drunk from arousal. His naked chest makes contact with your back. His hot breath hits the back of your neck. Another growl emits from his throat.
“You better hang on, sweetheart. Because I ain’t going easy on ya.”
He enters you, hard, more urgent than yesterday. You hang on to the blanket, taking his cock, grabbing it like a vice. A loud moan escapes you, already too far gone to form a coherent sentence.
His dark laugh is the only thing you hear, combined with the sound of his thighs making contact with your ass. The noise is filthy, so obscene… You can do nothing but moan and take it. You feel his calloused fingers at your cunt, giving you the pleasure you’ve been searching for.
“S-Such a good girl. So perfect… My girl.”
He whispers more filthy things throughout your lovemaking, his movements on your clit never ceasing. He fucks you through it, harder and faster than you could have ever imagined. Chasing pleasure until you’ve both reached your peak.
You spent your morning like that. And the one after that. And the one after. Never getting tired of each other’s presence. Being close and intimate whenever you get the chance.
Yeah… You could definitely get used to this, to loving him.
3 months later
Somewhere in the outskirts of Raccoon City…
“Team Beta, there’s another horde headed your way. Stay sharp.”
You swallow thickly, hearing Chris’s voice through the intercom. Tightening your grip on the sniper rifle, you keep aiming at the small alley down the street.
Leon’s voice cuts through. “Duly noted, team Alpha. Over and out.”
The cold wind blows through your hair, the tips of your fingers becoming slightly colorless from the amount of time you’ve been lying on top of the roof. You’re on the seventh floor, a large open space with a hole in the middle where there was once a door, leading to the floor below. A few old, rusted satellite dishes had survived, all lined up next to each other on the far side of the roof. The metal softly cracks behind you, groaning with every gust of wind.
You’re lying at the edge, the barrel of your gun aimed down, waiting for the so-called ‘new wave’ of infected. Your eyes are sharp, ears peeled, finger on the trigger, ready to shoot. You control your breathing, preparing yourself for the new onslaught.
“Easy tiger… Deep breath now. You can do it.”
You look away from the alley, slightly startled by Leon’s voice sounding through the intercom. Your gaze goes to the roof connected to yours.
He’s there, also flat on his stomach. A sniper rifle gripped tightly in his hands, gaze completely on you. Even from far away you can see his blue eyes piercing into you. There’s a soft smile on his face. A way of telling you it’s gonna be ok. Just like it always is.
You give him a nod in return, a small smile on your face. You turn your gaze back to the alley, looking through the scope of your gun. You slightly blush at the way he's watching you. Always on guard, even more so for you than for himself.
You listen to his advice, taking in a deep breath, willing your body to calm down. Seconds pass, and surely, one infected makes its way out of the alley. And then another, and another... Until a full horde of zombies is running onto the street.
You don’t hesitate. "Got visual, engaging right now." You say through the intercom. Leon follows suit. Both of you taking down infected, one after the other. You always aim for the head, only needing one bullet as you always tend to make a clean shot. The infected get no chance to run away, your reaction too fast for them.
Leon's trying his best. Of course, he always hits his target but he only manages to make body shots, making it seem like sniping is something only you excel at.
There's at least twenty infected on the street now, trying to get away from the onslaught Chris has put on them. He had drawn them out, using one of his grenades to send them running off like a herd of animals.
And if you’re wondering about where his fellow comrade, Jason, is… Well, Chris had decided it’s better for himself to work alone, feeling like the dynamic between him and Jason just didn’t work out anymore. He had disposed of the younger man, relying on you or Leon if he ever needed help. Leon might have given him a little nudge towards that decision, but who are you to judge? Back to the task at hand, it's up to you and Leon's to take out the infected as swiftly as possible.
You work like a well-oiled machine, your finger never hesitating to pull the trigger, killing every infected your eyes come across. You're so fast, you even take out a few infected running on Leon's side. His shots go straight through the chest, halting them but never enough to take them down. It’s your one bullet, going through the head, that kills them every single time.
You hear a low groan through the intercom. A sound you have grown to recognise all too well.
"Careful love… Or I might have to bend you over the nearest railing."
You almost choke on your own spit, eyes wide, the mission completely forgotten. His words tend to have that effect on you. You look at the other roof, searching for him. He's already watching you, a hungry mischievous look in his eyes.
Ever since the two of you have become intimate with each other, Leon has grown more bold in expressing himself. Especially when it comes to the whole sex department. He likes to tell you now whatever he’s got on his mind. What he wants and what he needs. He learned soon that whenever he wants to initiate sex, gets hard or wants to please you, he should just do it. Instead of holding back like he did in those first few weeks.
He used to hide his longing for you, thinking you’re not on the same page as him yet because you’re less experienced. Well… Let’s just say you taught him to act on his urges instead of holding himself back. You may be less experienced, but that doesn’t mean you don’t want it just as much. On the contrary, you’re convinced you’re needier for him than he is for you. A statement Leon will fight you on until his last breath.
You often argue about that. Which of the two loves the other the most. Neither of you give in most of the time, which often results in you ending up underneath him, your arms held above your head and your legs spread wide open for him. He’d dominate you, moan in your ear how much he loves you while taking what belongs to him. Something he has taught you over the past couple of months, is that It’s not your cunt anymore. It’s his. His to have, his to use, his to pleasure. With your consent of course. But when you give him that… A primitive side takes over him.
He’d rock your bodies together and rub your clit in the process. Whatever position you were in, he’d always please you. Whatever place you’d do it in, he’d always make sure you were enjoying it. The surface beneath you, whether it be a bed, a table, his Porsche… It would groan underneath his strong thrusting. The sound filling the space together with the obscene noise of your slick cunt and his body connecting with yours. His stamina would never waver, despite his age. Always making love to you until you have come at least a few times.
After that, he’d wrap his hand around your throat. Just softly squeezing, never enough to hurt you. He’d make you apologize to him. For doubting his love for you. For thinking anything could compare to the way he feels about you. Of course, he knows you love him, immensely so, but if anything were to happen to you… He’d burn down the world to find whoever was responsible.
You hear one of Chris's defeated sighs through the intercom just as Leon finishes his sentence. Leon sat down with him the next day after what happened at the conservatory. Never going into any details but explaining well enough what’s going on between you two. Chris had listened and told Leon he was a fool for throwing everything away for some ‘girl’ who’s younger than him. They had a little bickering about the subject, but in the end Chris realized this wasn’t something Leon would just forget about. He saw the way Leon looked at you, could see your love clear as day whenever the two of you were together. This isn’t just an ordinary fling. No, this is something far more precious.
Needless to say, Chris has grown accustomed to Leon’s lack of filter every time he talks to you. With the occasional eyeroll or irritated groan he’d get on with his day. Chris has known for a long time now, though he would never tell anyone. Leon made him promise that. And as a lifelong friend, Chris would honor that promise, having seen the way you’ve changed his best friend’s life for the better. He wouldn’t tell anyone. Not a living soul. Just as long as the two of you stay professional.
Grinning to yourself, you decide to tease Leon a little, continuing the exact same way as before. You keep track of which infected he shoots at, quickly aiming at its head to finish the job. He doesn’t say anything at first, thinking it was just coincidence, that you looked at the same infected at the same time, because your shot hit only milliseconds after his one. But then you do it again a moment later to another infected he’s shooting at. And then to the one running after that, and the one after that, and after that… It’s after you steal his sixth kill, you start to hear his heavy breathing through the intercom again.
“You are treading on very thin ice, my love…” You stop aiming and look towards him again. Leon’s blue eyes seem to have turned red from the fire burning within. You feel yourself getting excited, seeing the little smirk plastered on his face. He’s only playing with you. Trying to see how far you’d go to get him riled up. He told you once how hard he gets whenever he sees you like this. Shooting a gun, all brave and independent. Excelling at a man’s job.
You only return his smirk, sending him a wink. “You’ve just got to be quicker than me, Kennedy. Aim higher.”
His low growl goes through the intercom, making the little hairs on your body stand up and your heart beat in anticipation. His knuckles have turned white from gripping his rifle too hard, the veins in his arms protruding as his lustful gaze remains on you. Challenging you. Waiting to see what you’ll do next.
You heard the sound of a soft beep, meaning you have lost connection with someone. When you look at your phone, lying on the concrete next to you, you see Chris has decided to shut his earpiece off.
Now with no one able to hear what’s being said between you and Leon, you decide to go a little further.
Looking back through the scope you look at the remaining two infected running in the middle of the road. It almost looks too easy. You take one while Leon kills the other… Should be quite simple, right? Unfortunately for him, that’s not something you feel like doing.
You aim your rifle, having them both in your vizor. You don’t shoot yet, waiting for the right moment, index finger ready to pull the trigger. Leon’s ahead of you, not noticing what you’re up to. His shot is quiet and precise, thanks to his silencer. The bullet misses the head once again and goes through the chest. The infected almost loses his footing, stumbling backwards, aligning perfectly with the second infected running behind it.
You take the shot. Your bullet flies straight, going not only through the first zombie’s head, but through the second one as well. Blood splatters everywhere as you put them down in a mere second. Turns out, Leon only helped you take the perfect shot, instead of showing you who’s boss.
With the last infected down, it becomes eerily quiet. The blowing wind is the only sound your ears are able to register.
A few seconds pass before you dare look to your right again. Your blood runs cold, your breath hitches, when you realize... Leon's not there anymore. The spot he had been lying in for a good thirty minutes, is now completely empty. No sign of him whatsoever.
You raise yourself up on your knees, your eyes wide and lips slightly parted, worried that something might have happened to him. You reach for the handgun strapped at your side, ready to get up and search him.
You stop your movements when all of a sudden, you feel a presence behind you, soundless, lurking, trying to get closer to you without you noticing. You quickly turn around, still on your knees, and aim your gun at the suspected threat. Only to find Leon at the other end of the gun. Your Leon.
His sniper rifle was slung over his shoulder, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up. He takes off his combat gloves while stalking closer towards you, a predatory glint in his eyes, like he's preparing himself to pounce at you. He sees the gun in your hand, but never falters. He knows you'd never hurt him.
"Oh you've done it now, sweetheart..."
His words are careful, said almost like a threat. But you know deep down that he's just teasing, itching to get his hands on you. To take some form of revenge for outshooting him like that. You lower your gun and put it back into the holster, raising one leg to place your foot on the ground. You carry a mischievous glint in your eyes, ready to play this game with him. Ready to take on the challenge.
He notices your stance, how tense your body is. How you're preparing yourself to make a run for it. He laughs to himself. Something you still need to learn is that, no matter how hard you try, you can never run away from him. Oh how fearless you are. His brave little soldier…
Everything happens in the split of a second. One moment you’re on your knees, and the other you’re diving to the right. You push yourself onto your feet, willing your legs to start moving as you run off into a sprint. You hear Leon’s roar of laughter behind you, the loud thumping of his footsteps as he runs after you.
When you turn around, you see him hot on your heels. You let out a playful shriek, quickening your pace even more. Nearing the edge, you prepare to jump to the roof Leon was on. A distance that is easy to cross.
Leon runs after you like his life depends on it, needing to wrap you in his arms. Have you with him, safe and sound. These past couple of months, he has finally been happy. In love and thankful for how things turned out. To spend every living moment with the woman he’d sacrifice anything for.
You. His love. His reason to live.
His new purpose.
The End ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀
Author's note: I'm so sorry if the grammar sucks in this. Also feel free to tell me if the smut is terrible so I can never write it again lol. Anyway if you made it this far... Thank you so much reading my work and for all your support! <3 ⋆ . ࿔ ˚
Well this is the end of 'A New Purpose' I guess. I may return in the future and write a spin-off for this series, but I'm not sure yet. If you're interested, let me know what you would like to see!
I changed the lay-out of my fic for this as well. I wonder if you guys like this more than how I did it previously...
☆̱ Content: RE9!Leon. Domestic fluff. You and Leon go shopping. Smut. He's been horny all day, but the shopping trip does not help. Heavy make outs. Vaginal Sex. Car sex. Minors DNI!
☆̱ A/N: I've actually had this finished for a while, but I'm just getting around to posting this now lol. Please enjoy!
“How's this?”
Leon steps out of the dressing room, fiddling with the tag of his black quarter zip up. You squint behind your glasses under the dim light and take a step closer.
“Lemme see the back.” He lets out a light laugh, following your request. His broad shoulders are highlighted, bulky biceps stretching the shirt like it's going to rip at any minute. “How does it feel?”
“It's…fine. A bit tight.”
“So, you don’t like it.”
“I have three of these in the same color.”
You roll your eyes, “Then put on the olive one that I got you, I wanna see how it looks.”
“The olive one is too tight too.”
“Nuh-uh, I got that one in a size up. Go put it on.”
“Yes ma'am.” He says, trudging to the back of the dressing rooms.
Sure, this was not what Leon wanted to do during his extended time off with you. If he had his way, you two would stay in bed, perform various marital activities until the sun went down. Then watch a few movies, get a nice dinner…Relax.
You would be okay with that if you didn't notice the tears you found in one of his shirts while doing laundry. Another one in a few pairs of jeans. Then a hole in one of his sneakers and the sole coming undone in one of his boots.
He was in dire need of some new clothes. You were not going to let your husband save the world in a holey shirt.
So that’s how you ended up at the gigantic mall downtown. That forty-five minute drive worth it so he can spend it on high quality clothes and shoes. Plus, it had a Cinnabon.
“What about this?”
Your eyes light up when Leon steps out in the olive colored quarter zip. From here, you can tell the fabric doesn't stick too close to his skin. “I like it. Show me the back.”
He turns and you sing your approvals.
“Okay, this one is good. It's not restrictive.”
“Great!” You clap, “I saw a few more colors that we should get for you in that size.”
You speed off to that very same aisle in the men's section, leaving your husband to go back and change. Magenta, navy blue, and a dark red are bundled in your arms when you meet him at the register.
“I don't know if magenta is tactical.” Leon questions while swiping his black card.
“Aww, really? I think it's a pretty color. And it brings out the brown in your hair.”
He chuckles, “Well, you do know best.”
Shirts down, shoes to go.
But first? Cinnabun.
You go through your list of what's been purchased, enjoying a fresh, warm cinnamon roll. The crystal chain from your glasses gently sway with your movements when you cross off items with your pen. Ignoring your husband’s loving stare.
“May I help you?”
Leon feeds you another piece of the cinnamon roll, eyes latched on to how your tongue swipes at the icing. “I can’t admire my wife?”
“You can…as long as you’re just looking.”
You playfully suck your teeth when a hand rests on your lower back, his large frame close to yours. “Hard to when you look like that. Beautiful. Gorgeous.”
“Flatter me as much as you want, we’re not going to end this shopping trip early.” You push up your glasses by its bridge. “There’s a sale for boots that we should hurry up and get to. You’re getting three pairs to switch up in.”
Your husband gruffs but eats the last remaining of the baked treat. “You know, you can buy stuff too. There isn’t a dress or a pair of heels you want?”
“Nope.” You quickly stand, pointing east. “We’re focusing on you here. Not me.”
Leon grimaces, following your lead, endless of bags draped across his arms.
While making the trek to the shoe store, a display catches your eye.
The mannequin in the window is wearing these light blue boot cut jeans. They’re pretty with it’s white colored seems, brown boots and an orange colored blouse completing the entire look. You’d go in and browse, but you have more pressing matters.
“Uh-uh.” Leon stops you with his arm out, “I saw you looking over there.”
“I can window shop for your information.”
“We have money. We don’t have to just window shop.”
You shake your head, trying to move around his arm. Unfortunately, with his special agent training, he quickly stops you with his entire body. “Leon. There’s no time for pit stops.”
“We got here early, there’s plenty of time.” It was your turn to grimace as he makes you turn and go in the store. “If I’m going to be stuck at the mall, I want to make sure you get something.”
Damn your husband.
You were just going to get the jeans, see how well it fits. But Leon made the employee get the entire set that was on the mannequin. Payback for the mountain of clothes you made him try on.
Okay, you’ll try these on and go back to your original plan. It probably won’t fit that well on you anyway. You always had a weird relationship with clothes, some shirts being too tight despite picking up the right size, or some pants feeling too big. You didn’t want to get your hopes up.
Then you tried them on.
You can’t stop smiling at how the loose, sparkling blouse fits. It coincides well with the jeans, and the boots are a nice touch. You’re practically like the mannequin in the window; confident, hot, sexy. Maybe it was a good idea to get these.
“Wow, look at you…” Leon stands when you walk out, beaming at his stunned reaction. His blue eyes tracing your outfit like you’re trying on a new dress for the first time. “Let me see the back.”
You shake your head, turning around so he can see the flashy rhinestones on the back of your jeans. Your favorite part of them, actually.
“Before you brag and say that you’re right, I am getting the entire outfit. There’s also a pair of these jeans in a darker color that I want too-oh!”
Leon’s hand splays on your stomach, pulling you closer to him. His breath fans your ear, lips trailing from the cartilage all the way down to the crook of your neck. The sudden action makes you place a hand on top of his.
“You look great in those jeans. It highlights your curves well.”
You giggle, knowing it’s better than a moan to escape. “You mean my butt.”
His laugh is breathy, goosebumps appearing on your skin and a tingling sensation to go straight down to your core. “Yes, I mean your butt. And your thighs…your hips…”
Leon ruts his hips at your ass, hoping you get the hint. Oh you do. You really do. But there’s still shopping to be done.
“Okay, big guy. I need to change.”
He groans, planting a kiss on your cheek then your neck while he rubs your stomach. “Don’t. You should walk out of here wearing this.”
“I can’t do that. There’s security tags and I’m not putting my leg on the counter for them to take it off.”
“You’re flexible enough to do it.”
Blood rushes to your cheeks as you gently push your horny husband away. The comment didn’t bother you, but he said it around a couple of people passing by to use the dressing room. And you’re sure they can see and hear how desperate he’s getting.
“Behave.” You press. Leon pouts like he wasn’t trying to fuck you in the dressing room.
This man.
Once that card is swiped and he’s carrying your new outfit in his hands, you focus back to the task at hand. Shoes. The shoes for Leon. The shoes Leon needs to perform at 100% at his job.
You’re not going to think about the fact that his eyes never changed after leaving the store. Low and hungry. He takes a few steps behind you, honed on the sway of your hips as you walk. Like he’s trying to get a chance to say forget about the mall altogether. And pick up where you two left off in the morning.
Not now. Not until you get these boots.
You pick out a few pairs for him to try on, making sure they fit properly. Leon goes along with it. For two seconds.
“Hey, you should change into that outfit again. We’re out the store now.”
You scoff, “This store doesn’t have a full dressing room.”
“The one next door does.”
You bite your lip, “I’m not changing my clothes in another store. I’ll wear it another time, baby.”
Leon slides his feet into the boots, walking around and looking in the mirror to see how they look. You compliment on how great they look on him, imagining him coming home one day sweaty, boots hitting the floors in exhaustion. But not tired enough for him to give you a kiss and hold you in his arms.
Ah, now you’re going crazy.
“At least put on the jeans.” He asks, “God, you should see the way they look on you…” He’s on your form once again, practically picturing some obscene thoughts.
“Leon.” You push with a nervous laugh when he squeezes your ass. “I don’t know why you’re acting like this.”
“My wife is sexy. Is that not enough of a reason?”
He digs into your back pockets, pulling you close enough to lock on to your lips. A kiss designed to make you reconsider and steal your breath away during the influence. You hate that it’s working. You can’t think for a hot minute when he’s a hair away, breath fanning your lips. “Come on. I wanna see it again.”
You hum. A lick to your lips and you’re wondering what route he can take to get you home faster. Ugh, but you didn’t stop at the polo store and the sale ends today. Damn. Damn!
“Baby, focus. I’m not changing. You’ll see them again when we go home.”
He shakes his head, deciding to not try on the other pairs of boots, saying they’ll fit him anyway. In any other instance you would make him try them on just in case. But the shift in the air makes you pause.
Is he angry at you? All because you didn’t want to change your clothes? That’s ridiculous. He’s never gotten upset at anything like that before.
Leon’s face is neutral, straightforward. He pays for the boots and carries it into the bouquet of bags. Not complaining, not pushing you anymore about changing. “Where to next?”
“Ah, there’s some polo shirts that I think would fit you.”
He motions out the door, “Lead the way.”
On the way to the polo store, there’s silence. Neither of you make conversation or coerce each other to make another pit stop. You’d still think he was mad if only he wasn’t close to you. Closer than usual.
He’s by your hip inside the store. A hand landing there when he helps you get what you want for him to try on. Despite the array of bags on his arms, he manages to bump along your backside, muttering a “sorry, honey”. Like he did it on accident.
You inhale to steady the excitement in your heart. Leon’s clearly aroused. If that tent you felt in his pants had anything to say about it.
He gets hard when you walk around in your nightgown, the one with a stain from a burrito that you can never seem to get out. But now that he’s not angry with you, you think it’s time to go home.
You grab a few handfuls of polos you think would look nice for him and get ready to check out.
“I’m not trying them on?” He asks.
“Nope, I think they’d fit you just fine.”
Leon hums, “You sure? I can wait if-”
“No, no. I know your size, they’ll fit fine.”
He doesn’t argue as you swipe his card.
Then you’re walking back to the car faster than usual. Being the ever so DSO agent, he’s able to keep up. With bags in the trunk and your seat belt on you exhale.
“I know what you’re up to.”
Leon raises an eyebrow when starting the car, “I’m not sure what you mean.” He breaks out into a grin with a look to his direction. “Alright, you got me. My fault for thinking you look sexy in that outfit.”
“It is your fault. Now, you have to wait a little bit more until we get home.”
“Huh, do I?”
The Mercedes roars when Leon drives off. He doesn’t turn into the direction of home though. He drives a bit further behind the mall, to an abandoned parking lot where a restaurant used to be. Once he pulls up behind the building, shutting off the engine, he undoes his seat belt.
His legs spread wide, the seat slightly pushed back. “Come take a ride.”
You look around first, “What if someone sees?”
“The windows are tinted, honey.”
“But if someone gets super close, they’re still gonna see…”
“They won’t.” Leon circles your arm with his knuckles, “Don’t be scared. I got you.”
You shiver from his touch and his seductive gaze. It’s just the two of you alone in an abandoned restaurant parking lot. In the middle of the day on a Wednesday. What’s the worst that can happen?
“Alright.”
You make your way over, careful not to knock against the gearshift. Your husband watches you straddle him before pushing up your glasses once more. “Stay still, don’t move…”
Leon’s lips find yours. With more energy than before, pouring his heart out from what he originally wanted to do back at the shoe store. You keep steady with hands on his chest and finally allow yourself to relax into his embrace. No worries about any sales going on or if he had enough pants. Just you and him. Right here.
He palms your ass again, kneading it deliberately. Your breath hitches at the bite to your lip before his tongue parts yours for a taste. He groans above you as prickly stubble and the ocean sea says hello. You moan with desperation, clearly showing him how much you needed this. Needed his touch.
“Those jeans really outline your curves…”
You sigh at his whisper, his teeth nibbling on your earlobe. “You still thinking about that?”
“Mmhm…” He unbuttons your jeans, helping you lift up so they can slide off your legs. “I can’t get how they fit out of my mind.”
You jolt at the gentle slap to your rear, fiddling with his jeans. “I’ve never seen you go crazy over a pair of jeans before.”
“Not just the jeans…” He lifts up his lips so you can pull them down. “That blouse…those boots…shit…”
Leon latches on to your neck, peppering it with kisses, sucking at your pulse. You roll your hips along his arousal, noticing the light wetness occurring below. Unsure if it’s from you or from him.
“Tell me more…” You rasp, gripping the nape of his neck when he nudges against your clothed breasts, taking in the cotton fabric. “Tell me how that outfit drives you insane.”
“I want to fuck you in just that blouse.” He mutters, lifting up your shirt to see your bra. “Right on your back so I can see it shining like your tears.”
“Leon…” Your head goes back when he pulls down a bra cup, latching on to your nipple. Your hips roll some more, hard enough for him to grip your side. He sucks and rolls his tongue over your bud, drawing a low moan out of you. Every single time he manages to make you feel good. So good.
Even when he switches breasts, pulling down your cup to groan against your skin. Suck on your tit like he’s never sucked before.
“Your boots…” He continues, lifting you up with one arm, two fingers sliding along your wet lips. “I want you to walk around naked with just those on. Only for me.”
You nod and your panties are gone. Thrown in the backseat. Cool air hits your cunt, causing another shiver to go through you.
“Wear them out on a date and we wouldn’t last thirty seconds outside.”
He pulls down his boxers, cock springing free. That pink tip blushing and leaking with pre down his long shaft. He dips into your soaked hole, in awe at how wet you are. He doesn’t break eye contact when stroking himself for you.
“Let me…” You follow his movements, taking turns stroking him. Sticky sounds fill the car as you twist and pull. A thumb pressed on his tip to smear more cum down below. It was Leon’s turn to take a shaky breath.
There wasn’t much time to waste when you line yourself up. You sink down on to him and submit to the most glorious stretch of your life. One to knock any remaining air from your lungs.
“Fuck, you always feel so good…”
Leon makes you lean back into the wheel, careful not to blow the horn. His hand grips under your knee before thrusting up to you. You whine, holding back a moan before he sharply thrusts again, creating a quick rhythm. Fast and steady. Some of it leering into what he tried to start this morning. His movements lacing with anticipation.
It didn’t help that your pussy is drenched. Making it easy for him to fuck you like this. Bumping along your walls, drawing out any noise that you can muster. Damn near knocking your glasses off.
“You like that, honey?”
“Uh-huh…” You shift, moving to the right so he can hit that g-spot. But you move too much, causing the horn to go off. You jolt forward, enough for Leon to get a better angle and fuck up into hard. Both hands settling on your ass.
“I don’t usually like shopping…” He chokes, eyes fluttering. “But I’d go a lot more if I can see all the outfits I can take off and make love to you in…”
He shoots his hand between your legs, thumbing your clit after each hurried thrust. You cry, trying to hide your emotions by sloppily kissing him. He follows you during each buck of his hips, each rolling of your hips, while playing with your bud.
It’s getting too much. Your head swims from the rough motion of the car and his attention on you. Your moans get shaky, louder. You stop kissing him and press against his shoulder to ride out that upcoming pleasure. The lower pit of your stomach quakes, thighs ache from this difficult position. You can’t pull away to escape.
“I’m right there…” You shudder, eyes shut to focus on everything your husband.
“Let’s do it together.”
Leon sits up, holding you close to fuck you with as much strength as he could. Rocking that Mercedes until both of you explode with ecstasy. You molding his cock while he spills into you like it’s his mission. Pumping that load into you until he has nothing left. Besides the vision of you in that outfit.
When the quiet settles and what’s left is thrown clothes, swollen lips and a lingering scent of sweat, you nudge into his chest.
“We should go back inside. I think I saw this cute, yellow sundress when we walked by Polo…”
He chuckles, a light kiss to your forehead. “Show me a picture, then get in the backseat.”
An odorless vapor releases from the four corners of the room at the end of the ominous countdown, but you don't pay it mind, your head focused on one thing and one thing only—saving Leon.
Holding your breath not to breathe it in and hopefully stall the nerve agent’s debilitating effects, you place your fingers on the keyboard, ready to begin.
The screen flashes with a series of codes you are meant to input, only you did not expect the series to be so long and for the codes to have specific placements within a form you’re meant to fill.
This will take forever.
The realization dawns on you with a gulp, but your fingers start to work nonetheless as you try and fail to ignore the pounding on the door behind you.
Outside, Leon has completely lost it. His palms are red from all the slamming he has done against the immovable steel, and now he has moved on to try and break the glass with anything he might find.
He doesn't care if the mist will seep out to infect him as well, he quite literally would rather die than let you do it for him.
“Kid— Kiddo—” he babbles to himself in a wavering voice as his eyes frantically roam around the place, like calling out to you will somehow keep you safe.
His gaze lands on a fire extinguisher, and he doesn't stall to grab it with shaky hands, just to bang it against the window so hard he feels an electric jolt through his bones.
Smash after smash and the window won't budge. The room is sealed air tight not to let out the compound, and he feels like he wants to claw at the walls to make them yield open so he can get to you.
Every passing second brings him closer to delirium, and he knows—he knows—if this is the end, if this is how you die while he watches, then at least he has a gun he can put to his head. Fuck your sacrifice. He’s not doing this shit without you.
Only a couple of minutes pass of typing out the endless sequence when you begin to feel your eyes burn. There’s beading sweat on your temple, and a bitter, metallic taste is settling on your tongue. Even without breathing it in, the toxic mist has started to affect you, and you know this is only the start.
Your lungs protest when they reach their limit. So, with abnormally shaky hands you reach for the long skirt of your dress to lift it to your mouth, using the silk fabric as a makeshift mask. It won't do much, but it might give you a few extra precious seconds.
You don't dare waste a single moment to look back at Leon who is causing a ruckus, throwing every possible object he can find at the unyielding door.
He tried a metal trashcan, a chair from a nearby room, and now he’s pointing his pistol at the glass knowing fully it will ricochet against the bulletproof material.
Sure enough, it rebounds and grazes his shoulder with a sharp sting, but he barely pauses to acknowledge it before he’s pounding at the door again like a madman.
“Fuck!!” he curses in a broken sob, and takes a moment to watch you inside only to have his heart shatter all over again.
There you are, repeatedly blinking hard against the growing blurriness of your vision. Your muscles have started twitching, your chest constricting with every labored breath. At some point you drop the fabric you were holding against your mouth—it’s useless, and you would rather use two hands to type quickly as long as you're able to.
Leon wipes his tears roughly with the back of his hand, a new wave of determination hitting him at the sight of you still there, still trying. He won't stop trying either.
A sudden idea comes to mind and he sprints before he can even think if it’s a good one.
He reaches the bathroom in record speed, unlocking the special mechanism you had used earlier to keep the guards confined, then kicks the door open with his gun pointed.
The two men inside already have their weapons drawn, no doubt having heard the loud commotion he’s making. He can feel adrenaline pumping through his veins so thickly it's like time slows around him.
Without hesitation, Leon mercilessly shoots the first guard through the chest, the latter’s body falling on the tile with a startled groan. Then, taking advantage of the second man’s shock, he disarms him quicker than he can retaliate.
“With me,” the agent simply grits out, wrenching the worker's arm behind his back and placing his firearm’s muzzle to his temple.
He drags him forcibly back to the control room, every laborious effort feeling like it’s eating at his soul when he can't get there in the light speed he wishes he had.
“W-what the hell do you want?” the guard manages to squeak out, only to be met by a smack to the side of the head with the handgun's handle.
“Open the fucking door,” Leon hisses and shoves him against the metal.
The man looks at him cluelessly, then peers inside to see the vapor engulfed room and blinking red light. His eyes widen with realization of what's happening.
“I-I can't, badges don’t work during the override!” he gestures to his lanyard.
Behind him, Leon can see you past the man’s shoulder. You have fallen to your knees, every muscle spasming, and breathing faster than a rabbit’s pulse. There's snot and drool leaking down your face in addition to tears, the compound causing an overstimulation in secretory glands.
The numbers blur together as you fight your own body to continue inputting the correct series. You have to hone every bit of fraying brain power to not enter the wrong code, deleting and retyping every time you make a mistake.
Each and every cell in your body burns. The nerve agent blocks the very enzyme that allows your muscles to relax, to function, and you can feel yourself reach the very end when the splitting headache you're experiencing goes from throbbing to pounding. You can barely hear yourself think through the pain.
Outside, Leon punches the man so hard he sees double. “Fucking open it!”
The guard brings a hand to his bleeding lip, and in a trembling voice shakes his head in desolation. “I told you, man… The badges don't w—Argh!”
He’s interrupted by a bullet to the thigh, the agent’s furious scowl wild like that of a feral animal in a cage as he glares at him. “I will rip your fucking guts out if you don't open it,” he seethes.
But even as he grips his gun tight enough the stock indents his palm, ready to inflict more harm to force the man to comply, Leon knows his attempts are futile. So when the guard just cowers in fear, shielding his face with trembling arms, he simply grabs him by the hair and slams his head hard enough against the unbudging door that he passes out.
Never has he acted so unnecessarily violent towards anyone, but he’s certain he has officially lost all mental capacity of rationale and logical thinking.
With the bloodied man’s body limp on the floor, all that is left to do is watch you again through the window, resting his forehead against the screen as all hope drains out of him.
You’re throwing up the little contents of your stomach on the floor on all fours, dry heaving and quivering as the last remnants of strength leave you. You try to get back to the keyboard, but fall face first on the tile, your arms giving out from under you.
Leon feels his own knees buckle, but he holds himself up—he won't look away. He wants to watch you until the very end since his company is all he can offer you through the cruelly resolute steel separating you.
After years of vowing he will do everything he can to keep you safe, he has failed miserably. This is the price to pay for holding something precious in his life. He should've known. You were never meant to be tainted by his proximity. He ruins everything he touches, and now you will be added to the ever growing pile of skeletons in his closet. Hurt, destroyed, desecrated, and left to die in a puddle of vomit.
Maybe he never should've returned with ice cream that day.
He can still remember it like it just happened, when the emergency services came to your front porch. He had stayed by your side as you sobbed, a hand on your shoulder because that was the only way he knew how to support the poor teenager whose zombie father he just put down.
Your cries wouldn't stop no matter what measly words of reassurance he gave, but you still sat by him, unmoving even as first responders showed up.
When an FBI agent asked you to get into the ambulance so they could take you for a checkup, you shook your head, then scooted closer to him to his great surprise.
Leon never saw himself as someone who could provide comfort. The last time he had to give a pep talk was an awkward attempt with Ashley Graham, the president’s daughter he was tasked to save. It worked well enough it got her to calm down, but he still cringed at himself later for not doing better.
And yet, his lame “you’re gonna be okay” seemed to be all you needed to hear, because no matter who they brought to talk to you, you stuck to him and even reached for his sleeve when he was about to move away.
“Do you want me to ride the ambulance with you?” he asked quietly as he used his body to shield you from the view of the hazmat suits collecting your father’s corpse.
“Yes,” you responded in a quiet whisper, the first word you ever uttered to him.
And just like that, he was sitting beside you in the vehicle five minutes later, while EMTs checked your vitals and any signs of injury. He heard your name when the workers asked for it, repeating it in his head, and he remembers you stealing a glance his way that would have made him smile if not for the terribly sad situation.
“I’m Leon Kennedy,” he murmured softly while your temperature was being checked. “I’m, uh… a special agent.”
He distinctly remembers the twinkle in your eye from his introduction.
When you arrived at the hospital, he couldn't go in with you past the intake point, but he made sure to repeatedly tell the staff you weren't infected. He’d know—it’s his job to deal with the flesh-eating kind.
“Are you, um… Are you going to be here when I finish?” you asked in a tiny voice when the nurses began guiding you away.
Leon felt his heart squeeze in that moment, and that's when he knew he would do anything he could to help you. “Yeah, I’ll be here... Promise.”
It was never part of the plan. It wasn't part of his job either. But an hour later, when you were done with medical checks and being escorted around by a fed, he showed back up.
Your eyes lit up when you saw him despite the weariness of your features, even more so when you noticed the two ice cream cones he held in hand.
“I heard the place across the street has decent stuff,” he muttered awkwardly, looking down at the sticky cream dripping down his knuckles and questioning his stupid choice of treat. “I didn't know what flavor you like, so… I got two.”
A ghost of a smile spread on your lips at the sight of the mess he was making on the bleach-smelling floor tiles. Then, with a tentative hand, you reached to grab the cone that looked the most enticing.
“Thank you… Leon,” you whispered gratefully. From that day onwards, vanilla with rainbow sprinkles became your favorite.
Through the fog of unconsciousness, a tiny voice in your head asks you to get up. You try to listen to it, but find the task impossible. It gets louder, “you’re so close,” it says in an echoey yell, and you recognize its smooth timber, but your brain is too messed up to think of who it belongs to.
When it shouts one more time, you finally manage to raise a shaky arm, your vision entirely blurry and spotted in black when your hand thuds lifelessly on the keyboard and makes it clatter to the floor beside you.
There, with your cheek pressed to the cold tile, you can see the single final step towards hope. If you can just reach far enough, you can press the ‘enter’ key, and it will be okay. You think. You hope.
At least, that's what he said.
A pathetic gasp leaves your saliva leaking mouth when your spasming palm slides across the floor. And then, with a final shuddering breath, your index presses the button weakly.
You can barely hear a muffled robotic voice echoing around you, but the blinking red lights turn into a steady white, and you finally let yourself close your eyes when you realize… You did it. You saved Leon.
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