synopsis ; after spain, you had been giving nothing but your love to leon.
author’s note ! ; writing this while watching white fang bcs it’s SUCHH a good movie. anw, i want to pamper leon (and kiss him. do you see those lips of his?). i also feel bad i haven’t been uploading. one last also, i based this off of the way i used to kiss my ex lolzos
// wc 0.7 , super fluffy , fem!reader (you’re the wife) slightly suggestive and descends to implied smut lol , leon is yearning again , could be the aftermath of this , envisioned this w re4r leon
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THE FIRST THING HE ALWAYS DID when he came home was to check if his wedding ring was still there. due to an incident 2 years ago where he thought he lost it and kept searching for it everywhere, even go a point of going back to the mission location just to find it…
…but in reality, the ring was wedged in his glove.
he got a new pair after. :)
"hey, sweetheart. welcome back home." you greeted him with a smile upon hearing the door click. "where’s your jacket?" you asked, looking around. "ah… lost it." he muttered shyly. it wasn’t the first time he lost a jacket. "dear me. did you eat dinner?" leon nodded. he was kind of sad that he didn’t eat your homemade dinner, but he knew you’d treat him tomorrow.
you were about to leave when he grabbed you by the waist again, hiding his face in your neck. "leon?" you whispered, but he shushed you. "hold on, i missed you…"
you are not gonna leave for a while.
he suddenly carried you, his arms under your knees. you suddenly yelped at the sudden loss of gravity and placed your arms around his neck. "leon, where are we going?!" but he brushed your question off. "don’t worry about it."
he settles himself on the couch. he tried to look innocent looking at you, but you knew him enough to know there was more to it. "leon, i don’t like that look on your face." you laughed and cupped his cheek. he was looking at you with so much love. his eyes soften and look at you half lidded, and it speaks volumes. "ha, what look?" he asked, playing dumb. he was leaning in closer until his nose reached your neck again.
"you smell good." he commented. "thank you. i bought it yesterday, i thought you’d like it." you smiled and placed your hand on the back of his head, stroking his dirty blond hair. he sighed and held you even tighter, arms snaking your waist until it’s impossible for you to escape. "mm, you should think about me more often…" he said, nipping your skin. "i do think about you all the time." you told him, cupping his cheek with your other hand. he looks up at you as soon as the contact happens, eyes uncharacteristically wide with limerence. "good. i should be the one occupying your thoughts." he smirked.
then it was silent. leon begged for more of your touch by bunting against your shoulder like a stupid cat. you chuckled at his behaviour. "you’re cute." you said, and kissed his temple. he got up from your shoulder and looked at you.
you can tell he wanted to kiss you. his eyes, though half lidded and tired, are pleading for permission.
"it’s cute that you always ask." you smiled and cupped both his cheeks, kissing him softly. his eyes fluttered close, trying to relish the feeling of your lips.
leon loved to drown in your soft love and touches. he was always so touch deprived, but he would never admit such a thing. he never felt so happy being alive to experience love with you.
leon deepened the kiss, his tongue gently prodding your lips open, and you obliged. his hand reached the back of your head and pushed it, and you instinctively placed one of your hands on his neck, feeling every mole, every soft ripple, his adam’s apple, anything to ground you. he groaned at the feeling and kissed you even faster.
you could feel him smiling in the kiss. it was a cute habit he did.
you’re the first to pull away, feeling a bit out of breath. he huffed in disappointment, he was trying hard to fight back a pout. you smiled and kissed his nose. "missed me that much?" you teased. "of course i did." he admitted with a smirk. his hands were wandering all over your body, resting on your thigh, squeezing it to feel the soft flesh. his thumb crossed dangerously on your inner thigh.
he laid on your chest again, wanting to hear your heartbeat. "you want to do a lot of things at once. calm down." you told him, but he chuckled at your scolding. "i’ve been gone for days. there is so much i want to do with you." there’s a suggestive tone under all that yearning.
you sighed and placed your hands under his compression shirt, feeling his scarred skin. his breath hitched, but he’s looking at you with so much trust, waiting to be loved.
cw: slight angst, babytrapping, manipulation, mentions of pregnancy. // alt title: “american wedding.”
synopsis: after leon broke the news he’d be leaving your hometown to follow his officer dreams, you choose a last resort to make sure he stays with you instead.
You never envisioned yourself as a young bride. You always wanted to get married though, to have a big fairytale wedding. To have a handsome prince come sweep you off your feet. You were halfway there, even if it didn’t happen as conventionally as most marriages do. It wasn’t pretty like the movies. You’d found yourself your prince. Your soon-to-be husband. You didn’t have to kiss any frogs to find him either!
Leon Kennedy. You’d known him since you were teenagers — swiftly falling into a messy relationship neither of you could find your way out of. Now in your early 20’s, it seemed your boyfriend had big dreams. (bigger than you ever did.)
He had dreams of becoming a police officer. He was going to make something of himself. Be somebody, join the field and help people. You were more than proud of him. More than happy to see him be so passionate about something. That is until he announced he was leaving. You were nothing short of devastated. Leaving? Leaving you?
Leon couldn’t do that to you. Not when you’d finally found someone who loved you for who you were. Things made sense with Leon. Everything made sense. You couldn’t fathom not having him just down the block. Not having him wake up next to you? He you assured that he'd stay in touch. He'd call you daily, write letters, anything you wanted. When you could afford it, you could come with him! Right?
You couldn’t let him go that easily. Every way he said it just sounded like abandonment to you. To leaving. You’d be left alone in your hometown without him. You had to do something. When Leon told you, you’d gone and had a bridezilla-level breakdown. Leaving you? He’d scramble to assure you he wasn’t “leaving you.” He hugged you, kissed your face and told you all the sickly sweet promises he couldn’t keep. That’s where it started. You had to do something.
You’d seen all the movies. Juno, Baby Mama, and all the Teen Mom reality TV. In your case, this baby wasn’t a part of your fairytale ending. It was your way to keep the love of your life tied to you. He always would be, one way or another. What made men stay? Not many things, you feared. But a good man like Leon? He was different. He’d never do anything to hurt you or betray you, lie to you. Unlike yourself.
A baby. That’s what would make him stay. The right person will stay.. Maybe with a little push.
You scribbled that part out of your journal entry, bent over your childhood dresser in a thrifted wedding gown. (even had your mom alter the dress.) It was everything you’d never dreamed of. You wanted a big wedding with a ballgown, lavish jewelry and expensive flowers. But you don’t always get what you want. You flipped the pages back, pretty-press on nails tracing the gel-pen words.
Scribbles about how you stopped taking your birth control. You felt a bit bad, knowing you’d lied. You’d blatantly schemed. You knew that lying and going behind your lover's back was no way to build a healthy marriage. But you were never the conventional type. Your eyes glanced up to the mirror beside your dresser. You did your own makeup and curled your own hair. You looked pretty. Like you were going to prom. Not getting married. Your wedding day should’ve been something beautiful.
It was a shotgun wedding, to put it plain and simple. Your wedding night should’ve been the night he gave you that baby. Not before. Leon was hesitant though. You knew it wasn’t part of his plan. (or yours.)
Everything changed the day you handed him the test and pointed out the pink lines. He looked like you’d told him bad news. It was like someone had passed away. Bad news. A baby? Leon was excited to be a father. But now? It wasn’t the right time. Marriage? He’d planned on saving up for your wedding in a couple of years. He’d have a secure job and an apartment, then he’d give you the wedding and life you deserved! But you had him in a tight spot. Exactly where you wanted him. You knew it was wrong. A good part of you knew this was a recipe for .. you paused, scribbling out the words: unhappiness.
That’s exactly what you were setting yourself up for. It was your wedding day! The happiest day of your life. Only, it wasn’t. If anything, this was the biggest mistake you’d ever made. A few knocks on the door stopped your melodramatic journal session.
“How’s my lovely bride doing?”
You dropped your pen and sighed. Bride! The words were so sweet. It made your stomach churn. Or maybe it was morning sickness. “Soon to be. We aren’t married yet, Leon.” You corrected, hearing the door open. “Hey! You aren’t supposed to see the bride before the wedding!” You went to grab the doorknob but paused. “It’s .. bad luck.”
“Bad luck?” You heard him repeat on the other side of the door. Leon sounded amused. So full of life, unlike you. “That’s just an old wives tail.” Always quick to reassure you. You sighed, shaking your head. “What do you want, soon-to-be husband?” You asked, unable to fight the smile on your lips. Husband. You couldn’t believe the words that had come out of your lined lips. Husband.
You heard Leon laugh. “I just wanted to see my beautiful wife. Is that such bad luck?” He asked, leaning his forehead against the door. You knew he was pouting. The poor boy just wanted to see his pretty wife. You knew these were still unconventional circumstances. It was all unconventional, you knew both knew that.
Leon wanted to wait to get married. He was saving up to give you the wedding you deserved. Not a wedding at the chapel with what was left of his college fund. But you were pregnant.
A baby, his baby.
“Come on. Let me see you.” He tried the doorknob. “It’ll only be a second.”
“A second?” You scoffed, giving him space to open the door.
“Uh-huh.”
“Just a second. You get one second.” You stifled a laugh, opening the door for him. You stepped back, taking in the sight of Leon. Your soon-to-be husband. He had on the same black tux he’d rented for prom and a boyish smile that always melted your heart. “Wow..” Leon reached out to you, hands carefully brushing up your arms to rest on your elbows. He was almost at a loss for words. You smiled, face flushing red.
“Look at you.” He pulled you closer, his hands resting on your hips. “You look beautiful.” He whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “Don’t, don’t mess up my makeup.” You whined, pushing him away with a laugh. “Oh-? I’m not allowed to love on my wife?” Leon kissed you again, making quite the show of it.
You laughed, unable to resist his charms. “Soon-to-be!” You corrected between giggles. “Mm. ‘can’t believe it.” He spoke against your lips. “Me neither.” You deadpanned but still gave a smile. “How’s .. How are you feeling?” He asked, thumb brushing over your belly. The reason you were even getting married. “Good.” You placed your hand over his on your stomach.
“I’m so happy, Leon.” You smiled up at him. “You’ve made me the happiest girl in the world. Just by being mine..” You squeezed his hand. Yours. You saw his smile. Genuine and kind — but you could tell he wasn’t ready. At 21, Leon planned on moving away to chase his dreams of being an officer. In time, you could come with him and build a life. Maybe this was bad luck.
“That’s sweet.” He kissed you again, pouring all that puppy love into it. Kissed you like he could never get enough.
“Mhm .. Leon. I think your second is up.” You smiled against his lips. “Baby,” Leon reluctantly pulled away, hands resting on your hips. “You look so pretty. I love you, you know I do.” He rested his forehead against yours and gave you another gentle kiss. “I know you do.” You whisper back, feeling a surge of emotions. Love. Leon loved you, and you loved him. You wouldn’t be there if he didn’t love you.
“Cars waiting,” Leon spoke up, leaning back to see your pretty face. “I would’ve gotten you a limousine but-" He shrugged, at a loss. “Don’t start with me.” You laughed, slipping past him to check yourself out in the mirror. You knew he was honest though. If he could’ve afforded it, you would’ve had the wedding of your dreams.
“I’m missing my earring!” You hissed, looking around the dresser for it. “I’m gonna search the bathroom, maybe it fell off in the sink. Can you check in here?” You turned to Leon, biting your lip. “Calm down, I’m sure we’ll find it.” He rubbed your shoulders. “Go check the bathroom, I’ll check in here.” You nodded, heading off for the bathroom.
Leon scanned your dresser, cluttered with makeup and jewelry. “Feels like I’m playing eye spy.” He mumbled, pausing once he spotted a small journal. A diary. Your diary. He knew it was an invasion of privacy to read someone’s diary. To snoop in what wasn’t his. But you were getting married. What was yours was his now. Wasn’t it?
“Let’s see what you’ve been hiding, Mrs. Kennedy.” He laughed to himself, flipping through the pages. It was all written in colorful gel-pen. Cute. But nothing about what he was reading made him feel warm inside.
Leon’s smile dropped, the corners quivering as he muttered the words to himself. The diary entries. You wrote about how you stopped taking your birth control, assured him he and how happy you were that he was staying. How you’d .. planned this.
“I didn’t see myself becoming a bride so young. This is a recipe for unhappiness...” He read aloud, that part scribbled out.
“Leon? Have you found it yet?” You asked from the bathroom. Voice tight and fearful. Just like your writing was. He set the diary down, hands trembling. The truth was out. You lied to him — This wasn’t an accident at all.
“Leon!” You poked your head out, a pout on your glossy pink lips. He was quick to act natural, fixing his tie when you shouted at him. He looked like he was about to cry. Like a scolded puppy. “Did you find it?” You asked, hands on your hips. He looked back to the dresser, picking up the first earring he saw. They all looked the same to him anyway.
“This what you were looking for?” He put on his bravest face, presenting it to you. “You found it!” You let out a breath of relief, grabbing it from him. “Aw, Leon.. You’re a lifesaver.” You smushed a kiss on his cheek and hugged him tight. Women..
He rubbed your back, feeling the bare skin from your wedding dress. “I like your dress.” He thought out loud. “It’s beautiful.” Leon kissed the top of your head and rested his chin on it. “Even more beautiful with you in it.” He held you close, arms tightening around your back. It was true. You were a beautiful bride. One that had gone to drastic measures to get him to stay.
“You mean that?” You asked voice muffled against his broad chest. “Do I .. Are you serious?” He pulled you away, holding your cheeks in his hands. You looked pretty, so pretty. “Yes. Yes.” He nodded, his eyes as glassy as yours were. “You’re breathtaking. The dress ..” He pulled away, scoping it out “It could use a little work.” He teased, squishing your cheek a bit. “Oh, shut up. It’s the only decent one they had. I can’t help it I..” You trailed off, playful smile dropping.
“You look pretty. Really.” Leon took the missing earring from your fingers and fumbled to put it in for you. “You do too.” You whispered, looking up at him. The look of love. Love? He knew you weren’t happy about being pregnant. Knew you lied about being on the pill to what .. baby trap him? He would’ve waited for you, he had your lives planned out. There wasn’t anything he could do about it now, but go up from here.
“I look pretty?” Leon asked, trying to stay lighthearted. “Gee, thanks.”
“Leon.” You rolled your eyes, bumping him with your hips to move away from the mirror. He caught a good look at your reflection. At the both of you. A nice looking couple. You looked together. Husband and wife. You .. He couldn’t hate you. He couldn’t hold it against you. Not for long, at least.
“Awww, look at us.” You gushed, squishing Leon’s cheeks. “Mr. and Mrs. Kennedy.” You grinned. Yet it didn’t quite meet your eyes. Before your soon-to-be husband could say anything, a horn interrupted this bittersweet moment. “That’s our cue.” Leon kissed your fingers and took your hand. He cleared his throat, giving your reflections one last glance.
“What are you two lovebirds up to? You know it’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding!” You heard your mother-in-law outside. Oh, the woman you’d be living next door to.
Bad luck? Maybe that’s what this was.
“Ugh. Do I have to call her mom?” You asked, rolling your eyes as you took Leon’s hand. He didn’t answer that silly question. He simply followed behind you like an obedient puppy. People did say he followed you like one. He loved you like a dog, and you’d betray him like a man.
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The car ride was tense, you sat thigh-to-thigh with Leon, holding his hand tight. You gave him a smile. “You okay?” You asked, shifting in the backseat to see him better. “You’re not getting cold feet, are you?” You frowned.
“No. No, It’s not that.” He looked away, squeezing your hand. “Then what is it? Leon.. If you’re not ready-"
“I am.” He cut you off. “I promise. You’ve made me the happiest man alive. Don’t doubt that.” He brought your hand up to his lips. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.” His voice trembled as if holding much more back. You both knew the truth.
“Look at that. We made it in one piece.” Leon smirked, nodding as the car pulled up to the chapel. It was better than the courthouse. You deserved better than this though. As you checked your makeup in the window reflection, he was starting to think maybe he deserved better as well.
“Ready?” You turned to him, reaching out to fix his tie. “You look so nervous.” You met Leon’s eyes. Baby blues once full of so life now seemed .. empty. It was almost as if you were going to a funeral, not his own wedding. “I’m not nervous.” He held your hands on his tux. “I’m just .. “ He searched your face. Pretty, you looked so pretty. Pretty as the day he met you.
“Excited.”
“Excited is one way to put it.” You gave his lips a peck. Leon closed his eyes, even chased after that kiss — before you pulled away. “We should go. Don’t want anyone to think I’m the one who got cold feet.” You tease. You reach to open the door, but he stopped you. “Hold on. I’ll get it.” He patted your thigh. Glamorous, but not what you deserved.
“Hmm,” You smiled and sat still. “What a gentleman.” Leon was a gentleman, in all the ways you could ask for. He was polite, considerate, and putty in your hands. He smiled at your words, giving your thigh a squeeze before circling the car. He stepped out and looked over at the Chapel. A wedding. His wedding.
He opened the car door and took your hand. God, you looked beautiful. “Forgetting something?” He looked you over, feeling that something was missing.
“Oh! My veil!” You nodded, turning around to search the backseat. “I can’t believe I almost forgot that. I would’ve like, called the whole thing off without it.” You joked, retrieving it off the floor of the car. “Okay.” You held it out, letting Leon take it from you. “Let me.” He shook it off, turning you around by the shoulders. “Thanks. My sweet husband..” You tease, looking back at him. “Not yet. Remember?” He repeated your earlier quip. You weren’t married, not yet. You still had to sign those papers, Mrs. Kennedy in fancy cursive.
“Almost husband. Soon to be.. Jesus, I can’t believe it.” You held your stomach, taking deep breaths. “Neither can I. Trust me.” He fastened the veil into your hair. “I’m really happy, Leon. I just..” You reached back to make sure it was in nicely. “Is something wrong?” He kept his hands on your shoulders as you turned to face him. Poor thing — He looked at you like you’d broken his heart. In a way, you had.
“Never mind.” You shook your head. “I don’t want to ruin our special day with my .. emotions.” You waved your hand and touched up your false lashes as if on the verge of tears. “Hey, hey ..” Leon took your hands. “You’re not ruining anything. You hear me? We’re doing this together... Because we love another.” He smiled.
“Cmon. We’ve got a wedding to attend.” He kissed your forehead and led you towards the Chapel. “It’s my wedding. I could be late if I wanted to.” You tease, elbowing his stomach. Made him scoff softly. “I’d rather not be late to my own wedding.” He led you inside, slipping through the back to avoid the guests.
You followed him, hand in hand as you rethought your vows in your head. The same ones you wrote in your diary at home. All those pretty words couldn’t save either of you now. “Hey, Leon?” You turned back to him, leaning back against a stained-glass window. “Do you remember when we met?” You ask, running your fingers over his knuckles.
Leon’s once troubled expression softened. “Of course I do..” He took your dolled-up face in his hands. “I remember it being like this. Running around like we’d get caught together.” He was smiling again, the same boyish grin you fell in love with. “You’re just as beautiful as the day we met.” He pressed a soft kiss to your lips and smiled.
“If not prettier,” Leon mumbled between kisses, arms wrapping around your back. He held you tight, close. If he kissed you long enough, maybe things would be the way they used to be. You were once teenagers in fumbling love, twisted in bedsheets, (how you get here..) and now, what awaited you? Motherhood? An unhappy marriage?
You pulled away at the sound of a worn-out piano. No doubt used for spur-of-the-moment weddings like your own. “Guess that’s our cue.” You whispered, resting your hands on his over your cheeks. Maybe you were doomed from the start. At least you’d be together. Misery loves company after all. “Think of all the time we’ll have together. All the memories we’ll make..” You sighed wistfully as if those days were already long gone.
“I love you.” You say once more, voice quiet. As if it was sacred—like you weren’t about to tie yourself to the boy you loved forever. You knew Leon would never leave you. No matter what you did to him. No matter how much you lied or betrayed him - He’d be the one person left at your feet.
“Love you too.” Leon let you go, resting his hand on your belly. You could pass off as bloated, nobody would expect a thing, but you knew they did. Most 21-year-olds were busy chasing a career, not putting a ring on it before your second trimester. “And .. I hope it’s a girl.” He whispered, sounded happy. Even if it’s not what he wanted—not like this. In years time, he’d love to be a father. “Mhm. Maybe she’ll get your pretty eyes.” You rest your hand over his. Palms sweaty — hands trembling.
A daughter. A pretty little baby .. a baby. Maybe he could save her from turning out like you. Jesus, he was in deep. Kiss Racoon City goodbye.
“Cmon. The guests are going to think we eloped.” He took your hand, leading the two of you off to the altar. A small venue, almost suffocating.
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You stood at the altar, taking his shaking hands in yours.
“Do you take __ As your lawfully wedded wife?” The priest asked Leon, who blinked back tears at the sight of your face. Or maybe it wasn’t that at all.
Hours ago, he was more than happy to marry you. Now? It was as if reality was setting in. An uncertain future — one he had naively planned out for the both of you. He parted his lips to speak — almost hesitant. You both knew he wouldn’t do that to you.
“I do.”
You felt the tension leave your body, everything else drowned out by your heartbeat — everything but your husband’s trembling breath. Your pretty face was stained with mascara tears, sealing your vows with a kiss. Maybe it wasn’t pretty like the movies — but it was yours.
Whatever was to come, at least you wouldn’t be alone — you’d suffer each other together.
No matter which way you slice it, Leon's relationship with his family is almost certainly tragic.
Either he had to watch his parents be murdered in front of him as a child and he nearly died too (if we go with the OG lore), or his parents saw the news reports of Raccoon City-- the city their son went to-- getting blown off the map and likely didn't have contact with him for a while so they probably assumed he had been killed. And then once he finally was able to get in contact with them, they probably don't get to see him often and don't get to know much about what he does but they know the government is throwing him into horrific situations he may never survive. So they'll never know if they'll get to see him again or talk to him again.
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; all illicit affairs must come to an end. whether fizzled out in the quiet hours of the night, or burning out bright in a final burst of affection - it all had an end, even if you wished it did not have to
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; harsh language ; mentions of misogyny ; cheating (?) ; smut ; unprotected p in v ; fingering ; oral (fem!rec) ; soft sex ; body worship ; (leon dropping the L word in missionary im sorry) ; use of ‘my lady’ ; heavy angst ; super sad ending
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 6.69k
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬; I came up with this at 1am after playing re4r all day. I also feel like shit, so this is kind of a fever dream. a fever dream I think about so much. also, this may be the cheesiest but most beautiful thing I’ve ever written. also, imagine the ‘hero’ costume from re4r for this. bye :) this is hella angsty, im so sorry guys
𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠; illicit affairs by taylor swift
Everything had an end eventually — a fact no amount of hope or belief could ever change, could ever reverse. And the most beautiful things always had the most tragic endings. Isn’t that always how things go? Clandestine meetings and moonlit nights always fade to remorseful memories reflected in the warm morning sun. For most anyway. But never for you.
It was not known to either you nor Leon how this affair even began. You were his charge — he was your loyal knight. Princess to the nation, that’s what you were. A jewel that must be guarded with the upmost respect and dedication. And who was better for the job than the most driven and willing knight in your father’s arms?
His name was Leon Kennedy — the last of his family line. An orphan from a young age who was driven to be a protector, a helper, a hero. And he hadn’t imagined it would end up here, that he would be gifted with the honor of protecting you.
The only child of the royal family, and a daughter no less. No, you were not expected to rule on your own once you came of age or your father passed — whichever came first. You would ascend the throne and rule only for appearances. It was likely you’d be excluded from politics. You were expected to continue the bloodline and rule alongside your pre-chosen husband, whom wasn’t your husband yet, but you had really decidedly despised.
The man was not unkind, was not impolite. He was good, he was agreeable. He was boring. He didn’t know you. What literature you enjoyed, what your preferred weather was, your most anticipated events of the year. He was clueless and made no extra effort to know any of those details.
But Leon knew these things. Not only because it was, well, his job to know. Simply because he liked to know. It was common knowledge the knight was quiet, he wasn’t one for small talk with anyone, even his fellow soldiers. A man of serious, and composed disposition with a set of his face to make most men back away in reconsideration. He made the occasional quip or comment that would immediately send your gloved hand over your mouth to suppress a laugh. Leon could always make you laugh. And how you found him funny was beyond him.
You, however, were the absolute picture of perfection — with your pressed clothes, well-mannered words, educated conversation. Not only did these aspects made you perfect in Leon’s eyes, you were also breathtakingly beautiful. Anything you did was perfect in its own way of the accord that it was done by your hands. Somehow in the years that you’d been Leon’s charge, you had managed to entrance him, body and soul.
It was not lost on either one of you how wrong this relationship between you had become. It went from simple conversation while walking through the gardens, to whispers under sheets in the middle of the night. Not only would this affair cause Leon to lose his job and his noble title, but it could lead you to never see him again. The only hell you could ever imagine. However, it was unbeknownst to you how you became so attached to your protector. It wasn’t just that he protected you, both physically and verbally. But he healed you, one small piece at a time.
And you had done the same for him. He was a tortured soul — only those blind to the simplest things could not see it. No one quite knew what it was the knight had experienced in his life to make him so melancholic, so hard on the outside. But, it didn’t matter to you. All that mattered to you was the fact that you could know him. You could see underneath that. You could see he was kind, loyal. And there was no man better for you than he.
It was wildly unfortunate, the state of your title versus his. Leon was a knight — born of a noble family yes, but not noble enough to marry a princess. Much less the crown princess. No matter how good a man, how much love he had for you, how much you had for him; it was useless as you were expected to marry a prince. And nothing could ever change the fact that Leon was not good enough for you. And he knew it. Which was what prompted the conversation on a moonlight night so similar to many you had shared before.
“What on earth do you mean, not good enough for me?” You questioned, your voice scornful and hurt by even the notion of Leon’s accusation.
“I mean, I am not a prince.” Leon explained simply, his eyes not meeting yours as you stood in the wide expanse of your bedchambers.
“What does that matter?” You shook your head, arms folded over your chest, arms pricked with goose flesh from the cool of the night air. “I do not need a prince.”
“Trust me, my lady, it matters.” Leon murmured, his voice soft and full of contempt for what could only be himself.
“Not to me, it doesn’t.” You disagreed, shaking your head again, eyes full of hurt that he could even imagine he was not important enough to be with you. In secret or otherwise.
If you’d had your way, you would have married Leon moons ago. But it was Leon’s stoicism and restraint that convinced you not to publicly approach your father with the begging of a union between the two of you. Leon would not have it. He could not subject you to the life of a knight’s wife. Taken from every luxury you knew, every opportunity available. Not for him. For he was not worth it, in his eyes.
Your eyes studied the knight for a long few moments — the curve his jaw, the slope of his nose, the blue of his eyes, all things you’d committed to memory over the years. And in those silent, heavy seconds, a heavy dread filled your chest. You shook your head again, eyes wide and brows furrowed.
“Do you mean to leave me?” Your voice was small, a whisper that was so broken and vulnerable it made Leon’s heart clench.
“Of course not, my lady. I do not intend to leave you.” He said firmly, denying your accusation. However, his words held a lingering meaning you could not decipher.
“However…?” You encouraged him to continue, for you knew he was not finished speaking.
Leon was silent for a few moment longer, painfully silent. Like he was attempting to word his explanation in a way that would not hurt you. His eyes finally met yours in the candlelit comfort of your rooms. “Your husband may not want me to stay.”
The quietness and raw vulnerability in his voice shocked you. He had only ever used such a tone a few times. Normally after a long stretch of physical intimacy. Bare, sweaty skin sticking to yours under the cool relief of your sheets. Your fingers would graze over his skin, tracing each scar or imperfection of his body. Hard earned muscle, undeserved harm. Only in those moments would he ever speak in such a way. As if he was baring his very soul, only for you and moon to hear.
“Fuck my husband!” You spat, your brows pulled together in growing frustration with your knight. Did he not understand you cared little for what your future husband wanted? That all you cared for was what Leon wanted? “He is not my husband yet.”
Leon gave a heavy sigh — he was used to your strong personality that only gave face behind closed doors. Usually only to him. While he usually found it humorous when you used such coarse words, tonight he did not. He was tired. Physically and emotionally.
He mumbled your name, an attempt to get you to listen as he closed his eyes for a moment. Despite not being able to see the emotion in his eyes, you could see the raw vulnerability and emotion in his face. The exhaustion. This was not a conversation like any you’d had before. He was quite serious this time.
You stepped closer to him, your eyes searching his features for any sign of what he was actually thinking. Yes, you could see the exhaustion, but you could never read his thoughts as you so wished you could. He was usually such a closed book. Your hand came to rest on his arm — fingers coming into contact with the rough leathers of his uniform. Your eyes peered up to meet his.
“Leon, I care not what he thinks.” You said in a softer tone, words gentler than your previous exclaimation. “I do not want you to leave me.”
Leon exhaled heavily, your touch doing so little to comfort him. Which was unusual as he always found the upmost of comfort in your touch. He was far more troubled by this than you’d previously imagined. His silence terrified you, perplexed you.
“I do not wish to leave you,” he began, his words gruff and far more emotional than you ever could have fathomed for him. He was not an openly emotional man — he was guarded and stoic. “I could not stand to exist without you.”
Those words were as close to a confession of love you’d ever gotten from him. Yes, he often told you of his care for you. How honored he was to care for you. How he would never abandon you. But, those words of not standing to exist without you? It was such a heavy confession. One that weighed on your heart.
You were never one to shy away from your love for him. It was mere months after you’d first become his charge that you realized you had fallen so deeply and completely for him. A world shifting type of devotion only found in romance novels and tales of conquerors and their wives. A devotion you never began to entertain that you could have for someone yourself. But Leon was the object of your devotion. The sole performer in your dreams and imaginings of the perfect future. The center of your heart.
And it had been you who said the three coveted words of love a few months after your first night spent with him. Whispered in a windy night where rain pattered against the windows of your bedchamber. You’d thought he had been fast asleep in your arms, his face pressed to your chest as his body weighed down atop your own. It was only the small smile that flickered across his lips that made you realize he heard and understood your confession. Though he’d never returned the phrase.
In an attempt to balm the absence of his own confession to you, a thousand assumptions and excuses were made in your head for him. Perhaps he was afraid to say it, or he felt that if he did you would change your mind, maybe he was protecting himself. And each one was wrong. For it was not out of self preservation that he never said those three words. Not for his own sake, or out of fear. He never said them because he did not want to hurt you. For if he ever left, he could not take the words back.
“Neither could I.” You whispered, stepping closer, bolder with your touch as your hand skimmed down his arm and closed around his own gloved hand.
It was volatile, to feel such a thing. To say such a thing. Unhealthy, possibly. But it was not out of possessiveness you felt that way. Not out of jealousy or envy. But of pure, unadulterated love. Your world would continue to spin, but it would be duller, less beautiful without him. And it seemed he felt the same in terms of your presence in his life. In your opinion, that was such a beautiful thing to feel. The type of devotion that if the object of it was gone, the world would dim.
“I am not enough, though.” He shook his head, a strand of blond hair falling across his forehead. You reached up and brushed it away with gentle intent.
“You are. For me, you are more than enough.” The words spilled from your lips. Again and again you’d told him so. But he never seemed able to believe you.
“We cannot marry, I am not enough to marry you.” He pushed, obviously deep in a pit of self-hatred tonight. He was not hearing your words. They did nothing to heal or steel him.
“I care not of marriage. Only of being with you.” You attempted to reason, voice gentle as your fingers threaded through his, eyes pleading. “Do not leave me.”
It hurt Leon, how small and almost pitiful your voice was as you requested him to stay. And how he wanted to. However, there was the problem of your future husband. The man arranged to marry you and take residence as king consort in the palace. It was likely your future husband may excuse Leon of his duties. With your argument, that event was unlikely though. You’d fight like hell to keep him by your side. Even if it raised questions.
“Leon,” you whispered, stepping closer, eyes sad and full of determination to get him to listen to you. “Please, understand me. I-I will not allow this happen.”
He knew that, of course he did. How could you allow such a thing? To be separated would be hell for you both. You trusted no one with your life or heart the way you did him. And he trusted no one with his own damaged and irreparable soul but you. It was a curse, your love. A true curse that you were both made to suffer for gladly. You would suffer for nothing or no one else.
Leon did not speak for a long moment, his eyes not meeting yours. His quiet contemplation terrified you a little, it made you question what it was that he was thinking. Your eyes searched his face, trying to find anything. Eventually, your hand — soft and gentle compared to his calloused and worn ones — came up to cradle his cheek. Almost out of pure muscle memory, he leaned into the touch. His eyes closed, his brow finally relaxing as he allowed you to just touch him.
“You are more than enough for me.” You whispered, reiterating the words so that maybe he’d eventually believe them himself. But you knew your knight, he was not so forgiving of himself as you were.
The silence that stretched along your bedchambers was thick. It was heavy with the emotion and the reality of your station. The growing understanding that soon enough, you would not be his any longer. You would belong to another man. And he could no longer have you. That these illicit affairs could no longer continue on. And it deeply pained the pair of you.
“I do not wish to leave you, my lady.” He whispered, eyes still closed so you could not read the emotion in them. Always the windows to his very soul.
“And you will not.” You said, shaking your head. The pad of your thumb traced gentle patterers on the skin of his cheekbone, a comforting gesture he so loved and cherished.
When Leon finally opened his eyes — the icy blue of them meeting your own in the dim candlelight of your rooms — you could see the raw emotion in them. You felt a pang in your chest at the way he looked at you. Always full of reverence, his gaze was. When he would look upon you, it would be of love and respect. Of devotion. In public or in private.
It seemed tonight that words would not soothe him. Would not convince him of the high position he held in your heart. So, it must be a physical reassurance you had to initiate to make him believe.
The room was quiet — the only sounds were that of the crackling hearth across the room — as you inched forward, hand still cradling his cheek. You reached up, pressing your lips to his in a gentle, soft kiss. It seemed that was exactly what he needed. Because he almost melted into it. His hand came up to cradle the nape of your neck, keeping your mouth connected to his.
Your other hand came up to cradle his other cheek, his face in your hands. And you held his face with such delicacy, as if he were a piece of precious porcelain so easily broken. His opposite hand found gentle purchase on your hip, thumb sliding sweet circles along your hipbone.
The kiss continued, a gentle and slow sort of gesture. His tongue swiped along the seam of your lips, your mouth parting with no hesitation to allow him to deepen the kiss. It was slow, reverent, erotic in the most beautiful way. He kissed you like it was the last time he ever would. Like you were a breath of air after being submerged underwater for so long.
You didn’t stop him as he guided you back toward your bed; where you’d spent so many nights with him. It was only when you were a manner of inches away from the bed that he pulled away. His lips were prettily pink and kiss bitten. His own face flushed with the heat of the moment. His thumb continued his gentle stroking of your hip, his other still threaded through your hair and cupping the back of your neck. His eyes met yours.
“Prove to me you’ll never leave.” You whispered, voice a little hoarse from the act of kissing him for such long moments that it left you nearly breathless. Your own face was warm, lips shimmering and kiss bitten.
Your hands remained on his face, his own coming to wrap around your wrists. He leaned forward, eyes closing once more as he rested his forehead against yours. The room was thick with the tension between you. And it only proved to thicken as his hands trailed down your arms, coming to stop at your waist to untie the silken robe you wore over your nightgown. He was gentle and slow to push the fabric off your body, your arms falling to your sides as he finally leaned back, his eyes locked on yours again.
The silken fabric pooled at your feet as the cool air of the night pricked at your skin, nipples pebbled against the thin material your nightgown. Leon was quick to discard whatever accessories that adorned his uniform that were unnecessary. He pulled off his gloves, tossing them aside as he stepped out of his boots. As he did so, you helped him by unbuckling the sheath of his sword belt, along with beginning to untie the leathers of his doublet and jacket.
None of the process was rushed, it was not quick or sloppy for an incessant need to simply feel one another. It was done in the silence of the room, the gentle tasks of simply being vulnerable and bare to each other. This was not simply lust, but an act of reverence. The desire to feel each other and be understood and loved in the rawest form.
The leathers of his doublet fell to the floor soon, leaving him in the cotton white of his shirt and the brown leather pants he wore underneath his uniform. His hands — now bare to truly feel your skin — found gentle purchase at your hips, slowly sliding up to bunch the fabric of your nightgown up around your waist. It was soft, the action of his exposing you to him.
You rocked up onto your toes, mouth chasing his again as his fingers looped into the hem of your underwear. He was gentle as he pulled down the fabric — which was already damp from the passion of the kiss you’d shared — your arms coming up to wrap around his shoulders and hold him close to you.
A sharp gasp fell from your lips as his hand ghosted over the skin between your legs, the warmth and wetness causing a small hiss of disbelief to leave his own mouth. God, you were perfect. Always so pliant and sweet with him. Always so easy to please.
Your mouth on his stilled as you felt his fingers gathering your slick, spreading it before his finger began to trace tight circles around your clit. Small whines echoed from your mouth as he worked the bundled nerves with practiced ease and deftness. You were always reduced to shambles around him, a simple touch making you whimper. He knew you so well. Just what make you squirm, what made you cry his name.
It wasn’t long before the movement was replaced by his finger prodded at your entrance. Slick and warm as he pushed his finger into you, your walls clenching around him. He was quick to establish a pace, the heel of his hand bumping against your clit as he pumped his finger in and out of your cunt.
Your breaths were short, face buried in his neck as he worked his finger in you. “Feels s’good.” Your words were mumbled together against his neck as he held you to his chest. You could never really form words when he touched you.
He hummed, feeling the way you were already beginning to feel weak. Leon leaned you back, your back against the plush of your bed. He added a second finger, causing you to let out a noise that you’d be so embarrassed of if not for the pleasure you felt in the moment. His knee rested on the bed, keeping himself upright and over you so he could see every expression you made.
The building of a tightness in your belly was quick, a sign of your growing release. He could tell — he could always tell — by your noises and how your hips moved in time with his fingers curling inside you. And when he pulled his fingers out, you actually whined. The feeling of such emptiness made your eyes open.
Only to see him kneel down on the floor in front of the bed. His large hands gripped your hips, jerking you forward until your ass almost hung off the side of the bed. Your eyes went wide as you realized what he intended to do.
Leon pressed sweet, gentle kisses to your inner thighs, mapping out a trail of warm kisses toward your core. He stopped when he reached your center, his eyes meeting yours as he licked up a stripe along your center. Your head fell back against the mattress at the sensation.
His method was a mixture of open mouthed kisses and licks against your clit. Swirling his tongue in a way that had your thighs shaking and your mouth open in pleasure. His hands gripped your thighs hard enough to leave marks, the potential of bruises to bloom in their place in the morning. It wasn’t too long before his tongue found its way to your entrance. The feeling of his tongue prodding into you made your back arch off the bed, your fingers fisted in his hair as your release approached.
It wasn’t rushed, he wanted to savor you. To taste you and remember it. The feeling of you on his tongue, the warmth and the way you enveloped him. He wanted to remember it, just in case this was the last time. That was why he took his time. But, even with his savoring the moments, you could feel the coil in your belly.
Your words were jumbled together, nonsensical as you let out whines. “Leon, m’close. Please.” Though you weren’t sure why you were saying please, what you had to beg for. He wasn’t cruel, he always let you come.
He hummed against you, a nonverbal encouragement. And with that encouragement, you came undone on his tongue. The sounds that fell from your lips were downright sinful as he drank all you had to offer. Not wasting a single drop as he coaxed you through your high. As you began to come down from it, he slowed his movements, thumbs stroking along the junction of your thighs as he lifted his head.
The sight alone of Leon with his face shimmering with a mixture of your slick and release as enough to make you lightheaded. He was always beautiful to you, but now? He was breathtaking. Always the beautiful boy. You smiled in a dreamy haze as he climbed up onto your bed, his hands caging your face as you looked up at him. How in heaven’s name could you ever love anyone else?
Your hands came up to cup his cheeks, thumbs sliding sweet, slow patterned along his cheekbones. He leaned into your touch, his hands returning to your hips. He pulled the fabric of your nightgown up further, stopping just below your ribs. He opened his eyes, looking down at you.
“May I?” He asked with a sincere and gentle whisper. Always the gentleman. He’d seen you in the lewdest of positions and yet he always asked to see you bare. And you hardly ever denied.
So of course when you nodded with a soft smile, he pushed the nightgown fully up and tugged it over your head, tossing the fabric to the ground. Usually, you would be so weary to be laid bare to someone. But his eyes only tracked along your body in means of devotion. Like it was the most sacred and holy thing in the world. Like you were carved from marble. His large palms coasted up the warm planes of your torso, fingers digging softly into the plush flesh of your hips and stomach. His lips found yours again.
You’d die if you could never kiss him again. His soft lips that always made you simply melt beneath him. He was sweet, something so precious and uniquely Leon. His mouth pressed against yours, to the corners of your lips then down, down, down your neck and collarbone until the reached the valley of your breasts. Taking his time. Worshipping you. Committing your body and the way you felt to memory.
There would likely be marks left on your chest and collarbone by morning — and usually he was so careful to leave them only in places he could see — but you could hardly care tonight. This was different. You could feel yourself growing desperate for him. Soft hands gripped his shoulders, coasting up to grasp his face and pull him up to kiss your lips again. Your fingers were quick and intentional and you tugged the hem of his undershirt from the waistband of his pants. Tugging the white fabric over his head and allowing it to fall to the floor, your hands wandered along the bare, sculpted planes of his chest.
Leon seemed to get the message, breaking your kiss only to pull back momentarily to discard his pants. Your legs parted immediately, making room for him to position himself between them. Your arms wrapped around his neck again, like you couldn’t seem to keep your hands to yourself tonight. Like you had to hold him. Not that Leon minded. His eyes locked on yours — baby blues that put even the deepest and most beautiful oceans to shame. You could see it all in them.
It was horribly obvious he was painstakingly hard. Ready for you as you were for him. He shifted his hips, pumping his cock a few times before lining up to your entrance. This act tonight was so reverent he never broke eye contact as he pushed into you, slowly, inch by inch. Your mouth fell open, breaths mingling with his as your noses brushed. Always the stretch, but it was a stretch so divine you dreamed about it. An exhale fell from both your lips as he finally buried himself to the hilt, his forehead resting against yours.
Leon was taking his time with you tonight, slow and sweet. Which was why he took his time in pulling out and then pushing back in. Steady and long strokes that had your head reeling. God, he felt incredible. Though he’d argue and say it was you who felt so good. His thrusts were slow and intentional, his forehead resting on yours as his hands gripped the flesh of your hips. He didn’t think he could ever get used to someone as he had you.
To him, it was ridiculous how your body, the dips and curves, your skin, was like a goddamn work of art. Leon had never previously considered himself a man of faith, but right now he could have sworn he was in the presence of something holy. His calloused hands gripped your skin, his breath mixing with yours as he moved in and out of you. He’d never felt such need to revere someone. To worship and devote himself. But to you, he would.
The room was swiftly growing thick with the smell and heat of sex, the air filled with the sounds of your mixed pants and skin on skin. His lips found yours again, swallowing each moan and whimper and noise you had to offer. Committing each one to memory, for those sweet sounds were all because of him. Your heart raced, skin hot and slick with sweat. The sounds that fell from your lips flowed freely into the night air again as he peppered kisses along your jaw and down your neck. He picked up the pace slightly, the tip of his cock prodding at the sweet spot inside of you that made you see stars.
He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his eyes closed, and his hands a bruising grip on your hips. His movements became punctuated as he felt your hips canting up against his as you chased your released. The tightening coil in your belly had you all but babbling and whining and begging for it.
“God, Leon, please,” you whined, breathless and so pathetic. Your arms tightened around his shoulders, nails digging into the skin on his back. You whispered sad ‘pleases’ over and over, mingled with his name. His name on your lips like a fucking prayer.
He kept his moments intentional and steady as you begged, cunt clenching around him as you finally came. He relished in the sounds that fell from your lips, back and hips arching up, chest pressed against his as he fucked you through your orgasm. Steady and slow. Your walls spasmed and clenched around his cock, encouraging his own release.
It wasn’t long after you came down from your high — which left your head reeling and your heart racing — that he felt his own approaching. His thrusts became sloppy, his hips bumping against yours over and over as he chased his high. Little groans and grunts fell from his mouth, muffled by his face burrowed in the crook of your neck. Despite the slight overstimulation you felt growing, your hands were planted flat on his back, pressing kisses to his temples in encouragement.
“God, I love you. I fucking love you,” he whispered, words frantic and punctuated by each thrust of his hips.
He’d never said that. He had never said ‘I love you’. Not while buried deep inside you, not in the slow moments of after intimacy, not in the light of day. He’d never said it. And the words slipping from his lips surprised you. But the shock was overtaken as he came, grunting into your neck, his grip on your hips tight as he filled you. His hips pushed into yours sharply, riding out his orgasm until he fell almost boneless atop you.
It was in those quiet moments post-come haze that you both realized what he’d said. Leon had not intended for those words to slip — even if he had been feeling them longer than you had. He always hesitated in wanting to say them for the sake of your heart. He did not want to tell you the extent of his love for you only to have to leave one day. To abandon you with the knowledge of his love and no longer be able to feel it.
The silence which filled your bedchambers was thick – the smell of the crackling hearth mixed with the heavy stench of sex. Your breaths were ragged and in time with Leon’s, his body weight heavy on your chest, his breaths coating the crook of your neck. Neither of you knew what to say. What even was there to say? He just told you he loved you. For the first time. While buried inside you. If it had been anyone else in the world, you would have assumed they said it in the heat of the moment. Those words reserved for your pussy, your breasts, your body. Not you. But no. Not Leon. Your Leon meant them for you.
Your hands ran up and down his back sweetly, slowly, reverently. To soothe him, to reassure him you were here, you were not leaving, and you felt the same. A heavy exhale fell from your lips, still pressed to his temple. Your eyes fluttered closed, throat closing with emotions you only ever felt so strongly when it came to him.
“And I love you,” your words were whispered, almost silent and drowned out by the sounds of the fire in the hearth and the whistling of wind outside your windows. Leon’s body sagged further into yours, almost like it was the deepest relief to hear you say those words. To confirm and agree you felt the same emotion he did.
“I will not leave you, my lady.” Leon whispered, his hands coasting up your hips and sides to scoop under you, holding you as if you may slip away if he dared to even breathe. “Never of my own choice. I will fight for you, even if you do not wish me to.”
Your chest clenched at his confession. One he had whispered and declared against your skin many times. But it was never any less heavy. Never any less true. Never any less raw. Your arms tightened around him, hands pressing into his back. Almost as if you wanted to crawl inside his skin and live there with him for the rest of your days.
“I know you will not.” You whispered, lips moving against his skin, pressing gentle and soft starlight kisses to his hairline. “I will fight for you. I will fight for us.”
Illicit affairs must always come to an end. Even if you wish for them to stay, fight for them to last. A knight cannot marry the crown princess. The crown princess cannot abandon her duties for her knight. You both knew this to be true, even if you spent hours and days and weeks and months and years denying it to yourselves.
It was mere months after his only confession of love to you that you married that dreadfully dull prince. Kneeling on the altar of the holy cathedral, body lost in gauzy white lace and the finest of silk. Your beautiful face was enshrouded by a carefully hand woven lace veil, shielding the world and your now-husband from the tears that tracked relentlessly down your scorching hot cheeks. You did not want to wear this dress. White was not reserved for you. Your gloved hand was encapsulated in the prince’s own gloved hand, his touch soft but not the touch you longed for.
You could see him in the corner of your vision: your dutiful knight. Kneeling on one of his own knees, body enclosed by ceremonial armor, hand resting on the sword at his side. His own beautiful face – the one you had spent years memorizing and tracing and kissing – was shrouded by his helmet. Only a cross-shaped sliver down the middle was there for him to see.
For you to see the tears that streamed down his own face as he watched his princess marry another man. He would be there, fighting for you, protecting you, guarding you against anyone or anything that could cause even the slightest harm to you.
But you were no longer his. Or perhaps, you never were.
For RE Summer Event - July 18th, Summer Camp. See the prompts, or participate in the event HERE.
Summary: 4.3K words. After getting called in for a last minute position as a counselor at a near-by summer camp, you meet someone unexpected. Surprisingly, you start to form a relationship with with another member of staff.
Themes: Soft Smut, Slow Burn, Teasing, Oral Sex, Penetration, Friends to Lovers, Accidental Clothes Swap, Before Raccoon City AU!
Author Note: Hello everyone!! This is my first real fic on here. I want to preference... I AM NOT A WRITER! I just write for fun. My main focus is art, so I apologize if this is bad or has spelling/grammar mistakes. Obviously this is for the RE Summer event I am hosting! I was going to draw for this one, I even had the sketch done and began coloring it, but I had some stuff come up. My dogs got kennel cough :( so I have been dealing with that. Anyway, enjoy!
Gentle rain pelted your windshield, and the AC slightly started to fog around the windows of your car as you drove through the twisty mountain roads in the country. You flicked the windshield wiper speed up a notch, giving you only a smaller visibility of the outstretched road in front of you, but it would do. The radio hummed low, fading in and out of static and cheesy pop songs. You let out a sigh, and tightened your grip on the leather steering wheel. The last thing you wanted to do to start your summer, was spend it in the woods, surrounded by a bunch of screaming, bratty children. However, you made this choice.
Only a few weeks prior, you got a call from small summer camp about an hours drive away from your home town. You had completely forgotten you had applied for the position of camp counselor, but no one would blame you. That was three years ago, when you were a sophomore in high school. You had never heard back, and moved on with your life. So it took you off guard when you received a random call, desperately pleading for you to attend.
“You start in three weeks! Be sure to get there the evening prior. We need all the help we can get!” The chirpy voice on the other line spoke, before a click of the phone hanging up, leaving you baffled. The staff mentioned they had a late cancellation, and were going through old records and found your application. Of course they had asked if you wanted to attend, but the way they phrased it made it hard for you to say no. The camp was down on their luck this summer, counselors dropping out left and right. Of course you didn’t blame them. It was the hottest summer on record after all. Who would want to spend it watching kids have fun while you clean up after them? You certainly didn’t.
Except all that didn’t matter now. You took the job, and you were only 10 minutes away from arriving. When you pulled down the crunchy gravel road, the camp was exactly as you’d expect. Old, retro, perhaps haunted. None of this struck you as odd, but what did was the handsome man that waved you down as you arrive, his appearance completely contrast to the rest of the camp. When you stepped out of the vehicle, he greeted you with a goofy smile, his blue eyes soft and welcoming. He introduced himself as Leon, another counselor here who seemed way too egar to be spending the next three weeks being stuck here.
He showed you to your cabin, shared with the other three female counselors on staff. The men’s cabin of course was next door, but that was for the best you assumed. “It’s no Ritz…” You paused, biting you bottom lip. “But it will do.” You shrugged, tossing your bag down next to an empty bed with a thud. Leon raised an eye brow at you, it was clear he spotted your hesitation. The heat was already settling in, even during the evening hours. Leon ran a hand through his sweaty damp hair, and chuckled.
“You must be one of the extras they called in.” He said with a smirk, leaning against the doorway of the rustic cabin. You whipped around, your annoyed look only growing.
“I suppose.” You mumbled, kneeling beside your bag on the floor, rummaging through your belongings for a hair tie. He shook his head in amusement, the soft light of the setting sun entering the cracks of the cabin illuminating a soft golden glow.
“Let’s go Rookie.” He uttered, his playful smile only growing wider. The glint in his eyes made you annoyed, but also eased your mind. “We have orientation.” He waited patiently for you to stand up, the creak of the ancient wooden floor under your feet acting as a goodbye as you made your way to the door. He walked beside you to the orientation, making small talk along the way. He informed you how he had worked here for the past three summers, his plans to go to the police academy in the fall and the plans for the next three weeks. It honestly surprised you he could fit all that in during the short walk to the large meeting hall the orientation was held in.
When the both of you arrived, Leon introduced you to the rest of the staff. It was slightly embarrassing, it seemed everyone was just waiting for you to begin. With the others, it was evident they were slightly annoyed with you, but with Leon he did a great job making you feel comfortable upon arrival. It made sense to you now why they sent him to greet you. The rest of the night went by quickly, schedules and assignments passed out to each counselor. You couldn’t help but feel out of place slightly, the black sheep of the group. Most of the counselors had either worked previous summers, or had already made friends. You couldn’t help but notice that Leon was definitely the fan favorite, the other three girls swarming around him. You couldn’t blame them, he was undeniably handsome, but if your past experiences told you anything, this meant trouble.
Throughout the night, Leon made constant glances at you, despite the undying attention he was receiving from the others. Perhaps he was just being nice, making sure you were settling in ok, but something about his demeanor seemed different. You decided the best course of action was to try and stay out of the way of the others, and stick to yourself. After all, you really didn’t want to be here anyway. When the nightly orientation ended, you had a feeling this was going to be a long three weeks.
You had been right about that. The campers arrived the following day like a pack of wild wildebeests, rowdy and rambunctious, the beating summer heat only amplifying them. The first few days were chaotic to say the least. Campers fighting, childish injuries, food fights and of course children who were homesick. The whole thing felt like a manic fever dream you couldn’t wake up from. You didn’t see much of Leon these first few days, just occasional glances. You were mainly partnered with the female staff. It was clear for each one of them they didn’t like you very much. When partners were assigned in the morning, they’d almost always sigh to see your name printed next to theirs on the daily schedule. You weren’t sure why they disliked you. Perhaps it was that you mainly kept to yourself. Perhaps it was because they were getting separated from their friends for the day. Or maybe it was because they saw the way Leon looked at you.
On the fifth day, the heat at reached an all time peak. They weren’t kidding when they said this would be the hottest summer on record. The shift was grueling as well, leaving you no room for relaxation. The sticky sweat that coasted your skin made you extremely uncomfortable, your skin slightly burnt from the lack of sunscreen. When the evening finally rolled around, and the campers had settled, you figured you needed a shower. A cold one. The faint sound of children laughing and soft crickets filled your ears as you stepped into the communal showers. You slumped the shower bag off your shoulder onto the floor, and slipped out of your damp clothes. You turned the knob to the shower on, stepping into the icy water, closing the thin curtain behind you.
As the cool droplets pelted your skin, you let out a sigh. You began your shower routine, exhausted from the day. You didn’t even notice when someone else entered the showers, turning on the shower head beside you in the next stall. You let out a soft sigh, one of pleasure, and other of discomfort as you drenched yourself in the Arctic feeling water. Cold showers are literally the best and worst feeling a person could experience. Once you decide you had enough, you gently turned off the water, hearing the pitter patter of the shower leaking onto the old tile floor.
You stepped out, wrapping your towel around your chest as you did so. You let out a sleepy yawn, rubbing your eyes to keep yourself awake. You plopped down next to your bag in the floor and lazily sorted through it. You grabbed the first thing you could find, your t-shirt, and threw it over you. You started to rummage around for your underwear, digging deeper and deeper into the bag. It wasn’t until you reached the bottom your fingers traced over a hard item. You pulled the item up past the various layers of clothing to examine it. It took you a moment to realize what exactly you were holding, but as soon as you did, your heart sank. Your fingers traced over a name tag that read ‘Leon S. Kennedy.’
Before you had time to fully process this realization, the shower that was humming suddenly turned off. Your eyes flickered to your bag, which lay next to Leons, almost identical. Almost in slow motion, you watched as a toned arm reached out from behind the thin shower curtain that lay before you, clumsily grabbing the towel that hung on the hook outside of the stall. In a panic, you dropped the name tag atop his bag, trying to reorganize the best you could. Your stood up once you felt satisfied with your work with the time constraint put on you. You whipped around, trying to find something, anything to make yourself look busy, like you weren’t just digging through his bag. You cringed when you heard the sound of the shower curtain sliding open behind you, the metal rings clinking together. ‘Fuck’ you thought as you watched Leon step out of the shower.
He was shirtless, hair messy, with a white towel draped loosely around his waist, like at any moment it could come undone and fall to the dirty bathroom floor. Water droplets still remained on his toned chest, something you tried desperately not to stare at. Your mouth hung open, as if to say something, but the words got stuck in your throat as you finally made eye contact with him. His bright blue eyes seemed to peer straight through you, something that made your face instantly heat up.
“Oh hey.” He said softly, seemingly unbothered by the entire situation. He shook his blonde locks like a dog to get rid of excess water, leaving his hair now only slightly damp, perfect and fluffy.
“Uh hi.” You responded. You watched him as he went over to his bag, and began to rummage through it. Your heart sank in your chest, hoping he wouldn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. He paused for a moment, before turning back to face you. You watched as he eyed you up and down, calculated. He pointed at you and spoke “Is that my shirt?” Pure embarrassment flooded over you. You looked down at the garment. Of course it was his. You hadn’t even notice that it draped past your thighs, hanging loosely above your knees. Before you could speak a word, he bursted out into a chuckle.
“You know Rookie, if you wanted it so bad, you could have at least asked.” He stood up, making his way to you.
“I promise it’s not what it looks like.” You waved your hands in protest, your whole face red at this point. You took a step back, your back finding the cool tiled wall of the communal shower room. Leon didn’t stop however, walking towards you with a playful look on his face.
“Sureeee” he teased, before coming only mere inches in front of you. He towered over you, his arm resting on the wall behind you. He leaned in really close, the look on his face becoming more teasing than playful. He smirked, meeting your eyes. In a sudden shift of tone, he pulled away, chuckling slightly. “I’m just kidding.” He smirked, but something in his tone gave way that maybe he wasn’t. You took a deep breath in, then out, trying to process this entire situation. He smiled softly, before turning around to dig back through his bag.
“Look, I’m so sorry.” You pleaded out of embarrassment, finally able to find some type of words, even if they weren’t much of anything. “I think I accidentally got our bags mixed up…” You said softly, rubbing your arm sheepishly. He waved a hand above his head.
“Don’t worry about it. I figured. I’m just teasing.” He stood up, his arms now full of a bundle of clothes. “I got extras anyway.” He smiled softly. You scurried to your bag, an attempt to find the rest of your clothes. You were having a conversation with this man without pants after all.
“I’m gonna change really quick then I will give you your shirt back.” You spoke softly, relieved to be actually digging through your bag this time. He shook his head.
“Nah.” He spoke as he threw on another loose fitting tee over his head, fitting him much better than it did on you. “Keep it. You look good in it.” He smirked. You could feel your face heating up. Did he just flirt with you? However, he didn’t say ‘just kidding’ this time. You kept waiting for him to, but he never did. He just crossed his arms, smirking down at you. “Hurry up and change. Let me walk you back.”
The walk back was quiet. The sun had long set, and only the sound of the woods remained. He walked close beside you, but it was hard to make out his features in the dark. You still wore his shirt, something that was too cozy to take off. The stars were the only light that illuminated your path, and you couldn’t help but look in awe as they glistened.
“I like you.” He finally spoke, voice low. “I know you don’t want to be here but, I think your nice. Real.” He didn’t stop facing forward. You didn’t know how to respond, so you just let him keep talking. “I want to get to know you better… If that’s ok?” He finally asked, as you spotted the counselors cabins a few feet in front of you. You thought for a moment. Leon was the only one here who was actually kind to you, and made you feel comfortable, despite your gut telling you to stay away.
“I’d like that.” You said softly, before he walked you up the creaky steps of your cabin. He smiled, and without another word, slipped back into the darkness of the night.
The next few weeks went by much better than the previous few days. After your embarrassing encounter in the showers, Leon made an effort to see and talk to you more. He sat next to you during lunch hours, tried to assist you with campers when he noticed you needed a hand, and the two of you were even assigned as partners for one activity. The more you talked to Leon, the more you realized he was a kind guy. He was funny, soft and sweet. That drew you more to him. The other counselors of course noticed, and resented you for it. Unlike before, this didn’t bother you. Leon had told you why he liked you, because you were ‘real’. Whatever that meant. It didn’t matter, it just felt nice to be around him.
The night before camp ended, you found yourself actually sad of it coming to an end. This was something you didn’t think would be possible. The first week was hell for you. Loud kids, snobby counselors and intense heat. With Leon though, you’d actually miss spending time with him. He greeted you at your cabin door, unexpected of course, a goofy smile plastered on his face. He was always full of surprises, something you came to admire about him the past few weeks.
“Up for a swim?” He asked, illuminated only by the porch light on the rickety cabin.
“This late?” You asked, peering your head back inside, noticing the disapproving glances given to you by your other female counselors. “Isn’t it a little dark?”
“Sure, but c’mon!” He spoke softly. “It’s not like we can go swimming in the day with the kids. Plus, it’s a full moon. We can actually see.” He pleaded with excitement. “I promise I won’t let you drown.” He smirked. You couldn’t help but smile back. How could you say no when he looked like that?
“One moment. Let me grab my suit.” You replied back softly, a little hesitant. He smiled widely in anticipation. He took you down to the brach, completely abandoned by anyone at this hour. The lake was cool as you dipped your feet in, but that didn’t stop Leon. You watched him as he striped his shirt, tossing it aside on the sandy beach. He ran towards the water, just excited to be with you. You followed suit, swimming out to him. You were neck deep when you arrived to him.
“I’m not a strong swimmer you know.” You teased, admiring his features under the soft glow of the moonlight.
“I got you.” He said, before pulling you close to him. You let out a yelp, and instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. He smirked, lifting you steady around him. “You ok?” I asked softly, genuine concern on his face. You nodded sheepishly. Unlike before, you weren’t embarrassed in this moment. Everything felt right. He couldn’t help himself, leaning in closer. “Can I… Kiss you?” He muttered, keeping a steady grip on your thighs as he held you in place.
Instead of answering, you responded by leaning in and planting your lips on his softly. His breath hitched when you kissed him, but pulled you in deeper, moaning softly into your mouth. He let his tongue slide inside your cheek, exploring and daring. He let one of his hands fall from your thigh, reaching up and grabbing your breast softly. Now, you were the one moaning. He continued to kiss with with passion as he fondled you, almost like he’d been waiting for this moment. Surprisingly, he was the first to break this kiss.
“This m’okay?” He asked, planting kissed down your jaw, meeting your neck. You mustered a ‘uh, huh’ as he mapped your body with kisses, wet and sloppy. He knew what he wanted in the way he touched you, his fingers feeling like fire.
“Leon I want more…” You spoke gently, your hands finding his hair. He didn’t waste any time. He scooped you up, and began walking you to shore. Even in the moonlight, you could see his hard cock strained against his swim trunks. He laid you down on the sandy beach, towering over you. Giving you what you asked for, he began kissing you hungrily. He started with your breasts, pulling your top to the side so he could suck on them. He held one breast in place, dancing his tongue around your nipple as his other hand slowly traced down your stomach.
You couldn’t help but let out a lustful moan as his hand found the waist band of your swim bottoms, slipping down further. “Thats it sweetheart…” He hummed inbetween long sloppy sucks on your nipple. “Just relax, I got you…” You arched your back when he slid his fingers inside you. You were already wet, which made his cock ache even further. He began moving in and out of you, starting with his pointer and middle finger. Once he heard your delightful cries, he gently added his index, driving them deeper inside you.
“Fuck…” He mumbled beneath his breath as he watched your face contort with pleasure. Before you could bring yourself to cum, he slipped his finger outside of you. With a sense of urgency, he slid himself downward, and met face to face with your aching pussy. “This ok?” He asked gently, but you could tell there was a hint of desperation in his voice. All you could do was mutter a ‘yes’, as his finger tips gently traced your inner thigh.
He took the invitation, slowly nuzzling his nose into your desperate pussy. He let out a grunt of pleasure, sending chills down your spine. The sand beneath you felt coarse against your skin, completely contrast to the warm he was giving you. He started slow, with one long lick, meeting your clit as he pulled away for a moment. “God damn…” He huffed, his hot heavy breath against your thigh. “You taste so good…” He uttered, before returning his tongue to your clit gently, moving in precise circular motions. You grabbed a handful of his soft blonde hair as the moonlight illuminated his delicate skin.
You could feel the heat building within you as he began to lazily suck on your clit, adding extra stimulation by returning a finger inside you. You could feel yourself getting dizzy with pleasure as he ate you out. His wet tongue doing magic around your clit, drawing sharp pulses that made your body shudder.
“D-don’t stop…” You muttered, feeling yourself getting close to climax. He took this literally, and increased his pace. What was once gentle and delicate work with his tongue, became desperate and hungry as he increased his pace. You started to feel your pussy clench around his fingers as he buried his face in you, the bridge of his nose digging into you. Every nerve within in you buzzed with anticipation of your climax, which happened quickly and powerfully. Your body melted into him as you finally came, the grip on his hair loosening. He slowed down his pace, now only sucking gently on your sensitive clit. His hands rested on your hips, and he pulled himself up, resting his face on your inner thigh. Your clit throbbed from your orgasm as his hot breath coating it.
He only gave you a moment to recover, before digging his grip into your hips, pulling you down across the sand closer to him. He didn’t ask for permission this time, just began removing your swim bottoms entirely. You watched as he kneeled infront of you, slipping his swim trunks down around his thighs. His hard cock sprang free, twitching at the sight of you laid in front of him. His red tip was already dripping with precum, a desperate plea to be inside you. You felt a fire in your stomach as he removed one hand from your hip, bringing it to his mouth and spitting into his palm. Not that he needed it. He ran his strong hand over his hungry cock, letting out an involuntary grunt as he did so. He stroked himself only a few times, before positioning himself to enter your aching pussy. He didn’t say anything, but gave you one final look of desperation to make sure you were ok with everything. When you didn’t push him away or protest, he got to work.
He pushed himself inside you gently, your walls clenching around him. He placed one hand in the soft sand to hold himself upright while one hand gripped your hip to keep you steady. He pushed himself all the way in, slamming the tip of his cock into your walls. You let out a yelp of pleasure, as you felt him slide in and out of you.
“God… Leon…” You choked out, crumbling beneath him. His thrusts were slow, but deliberate. You blocked out all sounds, and focused in on his grunts as he proceeded to slam into with a hunger you’d never had before. His grip on your hip tightened, as he slowly increased his pace.
“You feel so fuckin’ good.” He mumbled, his voice heavy with lust. You could feel his cock twitch inside you as he breathed heavy. With every movement, your pussy stretched open further for him, but remained tight against him. “Needed this…” He moaned out, his pace becoming increasingly faster. His eyes locked with yours, wild with desire but also something deeper. It was something undeniable, unspoken. He refused to look away, even as his hips snapped harder into you. Your hand found his shoulder, pulling him closer to you. You kissed him hungrily, biting his bottom lip gently. He moaned into your mouth, his toned chest meeting with yours.
“Close Sweetheart…” He whimpered, his cock driving deeper and deeper into you. You could feel his cock hardening with anticipation, sending shivers down your spine and bringing you closer to your own climax. His thrusts became sloppier as he became closer, his kisses deepening. You could feel that familiar fire inside you growing stronger with every thrust. As his rhythm stuttered, you felt your walls flutter around him. You cried out his name, your voice catching in your throat as your orgasm came like a tidal wave. The world began to spin around you, and he groaned deep and desperate.
“Fuck-Baby…” he choked out one final time, before losing himself in you. He buried his cock deep inside you a final time before finally releasing. His body trembled above you as he spilled his warmth in you. He buried his head in the crook of your neck, his cock twitching, gently gushing the rest of his seed inside you. For a moment, the both of you laid there, the world blurred from pleasure you both were experiencing. The sound of the gentle lake spilling onto the shoreline finally came back into focus, only leaving serine quiet around you.
His body was heavy against you. He lifted his hands to your face, still shaking slightly. He cupped your cheeks, planting lazy kisses across your cheek, jaw and collar bone. He stroked your cheek gently with his coarse thumb, admiring your beauty. Then, that goofy smirk came back to him.
“You coming back next summer?” He chuckled, his eyes staring deep into yours.
“Only if you’ll be here.”
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Desc: Spoiled city girl gets sent to her grandparents farm for the summer because her parents think she’s gotten too spoiled. While there she meets leon, the hot farm worker. Basically he gets fed up of her attitude and punishes her, then they low-key fall in love.
WC: 5k
Mentions of: Spanking, light bondage, edging, NSWF, leon is just mean, brat taming, overstimulation, degradation if you squint, oral (fem receiving) ,(princess, honey, brat, baby, doll).
If there was one thing you knew, it was that you did not belong on a farm.
The moment you stepped off the bus into the dry, sunbaked driveway of your grandparents' property, you could already feel your phone signal dropping. Your Louis Vuitton duffle bag thudded into the dirt, instantly scuffed. A chicken ran across the path, squawking at nothing in particular.
Your parents had sent you here as punishment.
One too many late nights, too many bad grades, and too many social media scandals. "You need grounding," your mom had said. "Real life. A place with no filters and no WiFi." Your grandparents greeted you warmly, but all you could think about was the sticky heat and the endless silence. Then came the next blow.
"We've got a helper around here - works full-time on the farm," your grandpa said. "You'll be seeing plenty of him."
As if on cue, you saw a boy walk by. Dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, broad shoulders, but your eyes were immediately drawn to his muscles. And damn was he hot. He barely spared you a glance when he walked past with a bucket of feed and muttered, "Try not to get in the way, city girl."
But before you could utter a word, he was already gone, leaving only the smell of hay and the sting of being underestimated.
The first few days were torture. Leon was everywhere - tossing bales of hay like it was nothing, fixing fences, riding the tractor - and each time he saw you, it was another jab.
"You're gonna break a nail, princess."
"You sure that's how you hold a shovel?"
“You're wearing perfume around the goats? Seriously?”
You hated him. And worse, you hated that he was kind of...ridiculous. Like, ridiculously attractive. Underneath the attitude and sweat, there was something sharp in his eyes. Smart. Sad, maybe.
Something you couldn't figure out.
Over the next few days, you started to learn more about him. He was mean. He gave you the worst chores: cleaning stalls, shoveling up dirt, and throwing bales of hay that were way too heavy for you. And he just would not back down, the more you pushed him and gave him attitude, the worse things got. You swore he took pleasure in watching you suffer. Milking a cow? Disaster. Feeding the chickens? They chased you. Cleaning stalls? Nearly passed out.
“You gonna cry every time you break a nail?” He asked you, tossing you a pair of work gloves as you two picked tomatoes.
Frustrated with him and this whole situation, you threw the gloves back at him. “You know what? Maybe I will!”
“Good. Maybe that’ll water the crops.” Is all he said, then returning to throw fresh tomatoes into a basket.
You groaned loudly, stomping your foot on the ground and just storming away. You didn't get peace for very long because before you knew it, there was a strong hand wrapped around your arm, dragging you back. You didn't even have to look to know who it was.
“You’ve got two choices,” He started, practically pushing you back to the small field of vegetables. “Finish picking the veggies, or go hungry.”
You scoffed and crossed your arms, waiting for him to smile or say anything else. He didn't. “You're serious.”
“Dead.”
One particular morning, the croak of the rooster woke you up, despite not wanting to get up, you knew you had to. Getting ready went by in a blur, and before you knew it, you were out in the blazing sun, watching Leon pick weeds and listen to him bark orders.
"You're here to work," he stated bluntly, his voice gravelly and authoritative. "Not to play at being some city girl trying to keep her hands clean. So get up and help."
"Fine then, I'll keep the animals entertained." You huffed, walking yourself over to the cute baby lambs. Cooing at them and petting their soft fur. The animals here made being forced to stay on this farm slightly bearable.
Leon watched you walk away, his expression remaining stern as ever. But he couldn't deny a slight hint of annoyance as you moved towards the sheep. "Alright, cut that out. You can play with the lambs later. Come back here and help me with these weeds."
"Yeah, why don't you make me." You mumbled under your breath, running your fingers through their fur. You were not meant for this work! And picking weeds, like that, would get your hands all dirty, and you would probably break some nails!
Leon heard your remark, and it clearly didn't sit well with him. He set down the shovel and slowly stalked towards you, his footsteps measured and deliberate. "You really want to test me?" he said, his voice lower now. "Because I assure you, I have no problem in making you do something you don't want to. I don't abide by brattism."
Scrunching your face up, you threw your arms to your sides. He was undeniably attractive but also a little scary. I bet he didn't even know you had almost half a million social media followers. Still, you didn't even want to be here. Yes, having a super hot guy around was nice, but he was super annoying and mean. “I'm not touching that.”
Leon's patience was starting to wear thin. He had been dealing with your attitude all day, and he wasn’t going to let more of it slide. His eyes locked on yours, intense and unyielding. “I’ll say this once more,” he said, his voice like gravel. “Cut the attitude, quit messing with the lambs, and come help me with the weeds. Now.”
Crossing your arms, you had finally had it. “No! You can not tell me what to do, and I'm done listening to you!” You shouted at him because who was he to tell you what to do? Did he even know who you were? Oh, you would show him.
But before you could get another word in or come up with any kind of plan, he had his hand wrapped around your arm, dragging you forward. Leon's patience had run out. “You don’t get to refuse,” he said, his tone low and dangerously quiet. “I'm the one giving these orders, and if you don't follow them, I’ll make sure you do.” Without waiting for a response, his hand shot out and smacked your ass.
You squeaked and gasped after feeling his hand on your ass. Your cheeks burned a dark red, and you quickly turned back around. You have never been spanked before, and were a little flustered. “Y-you did not just do that! That’s assault, I'm calling my lawyer!”
Leon let out a short scoff, the corners of his lips quirking upwards into a smirk. “Oh really?” he said, his voice holding a hint of amusement. “You think your city lawyer can do anything out here in the countryside? You’re on my turf now, honey.”
He stepped even closer, towering over you. His hands now rested on his hips, and his expression held a hint of challenge. “And out here, things work a little differently. We don’t call it assault. We call it discipline.”
“T-that’s not..” You fumbled over your words, your arms hanging loosely by your sides. “You can’t do that.”
Leon chuckled, clearly enjoying this turn of events. “Can’t I?” he said, his mocking expression growing. “Watch me.”
With a swift motion, he grabbed your arm once more and yanked it up behind your back. This unexpected action pulled your body right against him, pressing you into his solid frame. He leaned down, his mouth hovering close to your ear. “I think you need to learn a little lesson about respect,” he murmured. “And I’m more than happy to teach it to you.”
You inhaled sharply and furrowed your brows. Beyond embarrassed at this point, your parents never disciplined you. More or less spanked you. “You..don’t know who I am..”
Leon chuckled again, clearly enjoying your struggle. “Oh, I know exactly who you are, princess,” he replied, the word 'princess' rolling off his tongue with clear sarcasm. “You’re some city girl who thinks she knows better. Well, let me tell you, you have a lot to learn about life out here in the country.”
He released your arm, but quickly slid his hand down to your ass, giving it another firm smack. “And I think you’ve had about enough sass for one day. Time for a change of attitude.” He murmured, pushing you down until your chest was pressed against some stacked hay bales. Ass in the air, he gripped the waistband of your pants. “Let’s see how long that attitude lasts after this.”
You let out a small scream, panic started settling in when you realized your position right now. “No! Wait, you can’t do that you-!” You started to say, squirming because how dare he!? Were you a little turned on from this…yes, but that's not the point!
“I can, and I will,” Leon responded, his voice firm as yanked your pants down with no regard for your say in the matter. He pushed his hand against your lower back, keeping your squirming minimal. His palm connected with your ass with a sharp smack, the sting immediately registering.
“This is your first real lesson. Learn and adjust your attitude, or this is going to continue happening. Am I clear?” Without pausing, he landed two more hard slaps in quick succession, each one making contact with the same spot on your left cheek. “You’re here to work and learn, not sass. Got it?”
You whimpered and squirmed, not liking the stinging sensation with every hit delivered. Slowly nodding, too embarrassed to do anything else.
He just smirked when he saw you acting all submissive and embarrassed, leaning closer, he delivered another few smacks to each cheek. “Not so mouthy now, are you? Maybe that's where you've been going wrong, you just needed someone to tell you who's in charge. Someone to put you in your place when you think you're in charge.”
His voice was deep and firm, with a hint of mockery in it if you listened closely. With each hit made, you wince and squirm, each mocking word he said made your face turn redder, and all you could do was just take it. He was just so masculine, so naturally dominant and authoritative. You have never had anyone take charge of you like this before, mainly because that's just not how things worked back in the city.
He rubbed his hand over your reddening skin before delivering another smack. “Oh, you like this, huh? You like how I handle you, the way I dont put up with your bullshit, bet you never had a city boy do this.”
You did like it. Of course, you would never admit it, but the way he just manhandled you around made your heart flutter. A small part of you liked how he wasn't scared of you, how he didn't put up with your attitude, or how rough he was. Everyone usually just put up with your bratty attitude and sassy remarks, but he didn't. You liked that.
Yeah, he knew you liked this, he could tell from the moment he met you that you liked him. The way your cheeks flushed, and you refused to make eye contact with him. He noticed the subtle way your thighs would rub together when watching him throw bales of hay. If he looked closely, he could see the way your nipples hardened underneath your little tank top when he ordered you to do something. You were such a virgin. So much sass and attitude just to cover up the fact you're an inexperienced brat. He couldn't wait to get rid of that attitude and make you completely submissive to him.
He smacked your ass a few more times before rubbing the tender skin again and speaking to you sternly. “I know you're used to getting what you want in the city, but that's not how things work here. So you can start by apologizing.”
“Sorry..” You mumbled, it was a weak apology with no real meaning behind it. The only things you could feel was the stinging pain from your ass and the humiliation bubbling up.
Cute. He liked how your voice wavered, and a small smirk played on his lips. But that answer wasn't satisfactory, so he delivered another hard swat to your tender skin. “Try again. Apologize again, and this time, mean it.” He snarled, his voice low.
“M’sorry!” You repeated in a much whinier tone, tears threatening to form in your eyes because he just kept going. It hurt badly, his hands were so big and rough, showing no mercy to your soft skin.
He didn't say anything for a few moments but seemed to accept your answer, pulling you up by the back of your shirt and holding you by your waist. His grip tightened, and he abruptly jerked you forward, earning a small gasp from you, which was quickly silenced when his lips crashed against yours. Your heart pounded in your chest as your eyes squeezed together. To be honest, you weren't the best kisser. But it wasn't your fault…believe it or not, you had little to no romantic relationship experience.
You were a shitty kisser. Clearly, no one had taught you how to kiss, and he was more than willing to fix that. He pulled away from you and gripped the back of your head, staring down at you for a moment before pulling away. "Go grab another shovel from the shed." He snapped, his voice returning to his usual cold tone. "Then get to work, you've got weeds that need clearing."
"Huh.." Was all you could get out, your head spinning and brain still a little fuzzy from everything that just happened.
"Move it, city brat. Those weeds aint gonna clear themselves." He paused, his boots crunching over the gravel as he made his way to the door. "And fix those shorts before I have to fix 'em for you."
You couldn't get a word in before the barn door slammed shut, standing in complete silence for a few seconds before slowly tugging your shorts back up. Was he really just going to leave you here? After everything that just happened and made you work? Apparently, he was because he didn't say anything but kept walking away.
After a few moments, you emerged from the shed, dragging a shovel behind you slowly. It was much hotter out here than it was inside the barn, and it just made you more upset and confused about this whole situation. And boy, was the pain starting to settle in. But - god, the view of Leon throwing fresh bales of hay across the field made it all worth it. The way his sleeves strained against his muscles as he threw hay like it was nothing. He briefly glanced over at you, his shirt damp with sweat, stretched across his broad shoulders. He paused for a moment to watch your less-than-graceful way of using the shovel, but said nothing and continued to throw hay bales.
It was hot, and you'd been at it forever, so you decided to take a little break. Finding a nice shaded area underneath a tree to lounge at and play on your phone. Not that there was much to do on it since there was like no reception, but it was better than just sitting and doing nothing. It was a little uncomfortable to sit though, so you kept shifting, trying to find a position that minimized the pain you felt.
Unfortunately, it didn't take long before he happened to notice you. And Leon Kennedy hated a quitter.
Stomping towards you, jaw clenched as his eyes narrowed. “Up.” He said, kicking your ankle with his boot. “You think you get to relax? That lazy attitude of yours is exactly why you're here.”
“I'm taking a break.” Is all you said, moving slightly from the kick he delivered and bringing your knees to your chest.
Brat. He leaned down, crouching onto your level and snatching your phone from your hands. “Your break is over, up now.”
When you felt your phone being ripped from your hands, you immediately shot up, glaring at him and standing up. He stood right up with you, tucking your phone in his back pocket and staring down at you expectantly. He was tired of your attitude, the disrespect, and sass, and was going to put an end to this.
You pretty much did as you were told for the rest of the day. Not wanting to risk getting spanked again. There was a small hint of satisfaction watching you finally comply. He didn't say anything, but was just making sure you were following directions. You weren't that bad when you were quiet. The next few days, he would find any reason to touch you. A brush against you, a gentle hand on your shoulder, a nudge, or even a small touch to your waist. You were an attractive girl, he wouldn't deny that. You just had a terrible attitude problem. He could fix that.
One particular night, all the chores around the farm were finished, and he leisurely walked over to you. Taking a seat beside you, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you into him. “What’re you doing up so late?”
When you felt his warm arm wrapped around you, you leaned into him. Sighing softly and looking up at the sun beginning to set. “Watching the sun..” You mumbled, looking up at him. He was being uncharacteristically…nice? Usually, he would just push you away or demand you to do more work, but it was kind of nice. Cuddling with him, being wrapped up in his strong, warm arms.
“You did a lot better today.” He said quietly, his gaze fixed on the horizon. “Still got a mouth on you though.”
“Everyone has a mouth.” You responded in a slightly cheeky tone, tilting your head up to take a few glances at him.
He whipped his head down at you, raising an eyebrow at your sassy tone. A scoff escaped his lips as he leaned slightly closer to you. “That's exactly the attitude I'm talking about, you can't go ten minutes without acting up, can you?”
“I'm not acting up, I'm just sitting here.” You said in a huff, though you weren't actually annoyed at him.
“Yeah sure, just sitting there with that attitude of yours.” He muttered, rolling his eyes and staring at you. “Let me tell you something, attitude gets you in trouble. You'd better keep that smart tongue to yourself if you know what's good for you. Got it?”
“Yeah, whatever..” You mumbled that last part, hoping he wouldn't hear it. Of course, he did, though, because he suddenly grabbed your wrist tightly, pulling you against him.
“What did I just say?” He said, his voice low and sharp, his eyes locking on yours. He pulled you up to your feet, then pulled you into him again. He was tired of your bratty attitude. “I don't like that tone.”
There was nothing you could do to stop him from manhandling you to your feet, but feeling his warm, muscular chest against your back was a nice feeling. Unfortunately, that wasn't enough to stop you from stomping your foot on his, which you immediately regretted when you felt him tighten his grip and heard his grunt in pain.
“So you wanna play like that, huh? Alright, I can get rough, too.” He basically growled in your ear, dragging you to the barn with no regard for your protests or half-hearted apologies. It didn't even hurt that bad, but it all came down to the principle of things; he didn't want you thinking it was okay to just stomp on or hit people whenever you didn't get your way. When he finally got to the barn, he wasted no time shoving you against the wall and pinning your arms to your chest with one hand.
All you could feel was his hand roaming your body, his heavy breathing as he squeezed your wrists together. “We're gonna put an end to that little attitude right now.” He muttered, his free hand groping your breast through your shirt. Pinching your nipple hard enough to make you whimper.
“Stop it..” You muttered weakly, but you didn't actually want him to stop. The way he was touching you and looking at you just made the heat inside of you grow. It was turning you on, big time.
His lips just curled into a slow, sensual smile, nuzzling his face against her neck and pressing light kisses to her skin as his hand continued to move down her body. “Stop? Stop what, this?” He asked, a sarcastic tone creeping up in his voice. Pulling away briefly just to slowly undo his belt, taking the leather and wrapping it around your wrists. He grabbed your bound wrists and hooked them to a saddle mount that was above your head.
Now that your arms were successfully restrained, he placed more open-mouth kisses on your neck. He held your waist in one hand, the other was slowly sliding down your shorts. Not bothering to take them off all the way, he yanked your shorts down to your ankles. Took a moment to admire the view of your soaked through panties and your embarrassed like state before tugging your panties down too.
He ran his finger through your folds and chuckled. “All this for me?” He asked lowly, bringing his finger up to rub your clit in small soft circles.
You let out a small whimper and a tiny little moan when he started rubbing you, shifting in place, and closing your eyes because it felt so good, but it was so embarrassing. You were so caught up in your feelings about this, you hadn't even realized he had sunk to his knees until you felt his tongue against your thighs.
He held your waist, tilting his head up and pushing his tongue against your folds. He suddenly moved his tongue up to your clit and flicked it, moving his tounge back and forth. This caused a very loud, very unexpected moan to rip through your body. Arching your back up and tugging on your arms, desperately trying to free them, but it was no use. He smirked against you, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucked hard, moving one hand to your thigh and gripping it tightly.
Your body jerked forward when he started sucking, letting out a few high pitched whines and moans. It was honestly a little embarrassing how close you already were, opening your eyes slightly to see his blonde hair, which you wished you could grab. Continuing to pant and shift your hips against his face, you started to moan about how close you were, which was a mistake.
As soon as he heard you were going to cum, he pulled away. Looking up at your confused and frustrated expression, and stood back up. “You didn't really think you were going to get what you wanted after the way you've been acting, did you?” He asked mockingly and actually started to laugh at you.
You fell back against the wall, your face burning red in a mix of how humiliating this is and how good it felt. “Please..” You mumbled, looking up at him with a pleadeful expression hoping he would take pity on you and just let you cum. But this was just the beginning.
Honestly, you had lost count of how many times he brought you to the edge, then just stopped. But you were defiently feeling sorry now, feeling his fingers play with your sensitive clit just made you moan louder, you felt so weak, and it didnt help he was mocking you the whole time.
“You're so sensitive, do you get like this for all the city boys back home?”
“You wont cum till I say so, and right now your not even close.”
“You're not used to not getting what you want, are you? Well, that's too bad.”
Your mind was all foggy, and your whole body felt hot and tingly. You were so close again, but you knew what was going to happen, so it was hard to stay hopeful. “I'm not begging.” You managed to speak between whimpers and choked out moans. But you had standards, even though he had reduced you to a whiny mess, you refused to beg.
“Oh, you will.” He retorted, pressing his thumb harder against your clit and moving it in faster tight circles. His touch became more direct, his finger moving more intensely. He was trying to break you. His smile only widened at the sound of your moans, making him even more determined. He was starting to put the puzzle pieces together, though, the way you were acting and responding to him.
“Are you a virgin?”
When you heard him ask that, you froze. Yeah, you were, but how did he know? Naturally, you didn't say anything, but squeezed your thighs together because you were close. A small part of you was hoping he couldn't tell, and maybe you could sneak an orgasm past him. But all your hope was crushed when you felt his fingers leave you again. Stomping your foot on the floor, you let out a frustrated groan and slowly lifted your head to meet his gaze. Damn did he look hot right now. You really didn't want to beg him…but what other choice did you have?
So you let out the smallest, “Please..” and you should have known that would never be acceptable because he delivered a sharp smack to your ass drawing a whimper from your lips. You weren't entirely sure how to react; no one's ever done this to you before. No one cared to correct your behaviour or teach you manners, so this was all new.
“Please, Leon.” You continued to mumble, your legs trembling slightly and your arms starting to ache from being held above your head for so long. It was your fault, though; you could have ended this a long time ago if you would just swallow your pride and beg. It was harder than it sounded.
He grabbed your jaw and forced you to look at him, his tone demanding and harsh as he asked. “Please, what?’
“You know what!” You exclaimed, squirming again and only being able to look at him for a few seconds before having to look away.
He chuckled at your whine, his grip firm and inescapable. “Oh, I know what. But I want to hear you say it. I want you to beg. You’re not getting anything unless you beg for it.”
His hand moved between your thighs again and began stroking you softly, teasingly. “Come on, baby. Just say the words. You’ll feel much better after.”
You let out another whine when he started to play with your sensitive bundle of nerves again. Arching your back up from the wall for the millionth time, determined to get what you want this time. “I wanna..just…”
He chuckled at the sound of your struggling little gasps, the way you squirmed against him. “You want what?” he teased. “Use your words, honey.”
“Wanna cum.” You finally admitted, your voice was low and quiet because you didn’t want to be admitting this. But there was no other way, he wasn’t going to give in to puppy dog eyes or pouty lips.
He let out a low, gruff noise at your admission, giving your clit a pinch. “There it is,” he murmured, his tone rougher, more dangerous. “You’re a good girl when you do what you’re told.”
He leaned down, his mouth close to your ear, his breath hot on your skin. “And now you’re going to say it again, and keep saying it until I’m satisfied.”
“What!?” You exclaimed, yelping at the sudden pinch, unable to tell if it felt good or not. “But that’s not fair, you didn’t-“ You tried to say, but cut yourself off with a small moan.
“Fairs got nothing to do with it, you asked for this. You asked to be punished.” His finger moved a little faster, then pulled away again. Causing you to let out another frustrated groan and squirm helplessly. Leaving you unsatisfied and wanting. You started to rub your thighs a little, since you couldn't use your hands.
“Ah ah.” He warned, grabbing your thighs and ripping them apart. “Stop that.” He brought his fingers back down and started to rub at your poor clit again. He was driving you insane.
Swallowing your pride, you closed your eyes as another small cry of pleasure left your lips. “Please! Please just let me cum!” You finally cried, beyond frustrated and humiliated at this point, but you couldn't take being denied anymore.
He let out a deep, satisfied groan when you spoke and started to move his fingers faster. “There you go, that's what I want to hear, good girl.”
“Please please please please…” You continued to mumble under your breath, feeling the tension in your body, and you knew you were close. You just didn't want him to stop again. Arching your back off the wall, not even caring about your ego anymore, and letting out a few small, whiny moans.
He could practically see all the signs of your impending orgasm. Flushed cheeks, your little breathy pants, small moans, and he wanted to hold you there for a moment. “You're so close, keep going.”
Your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks, a wave of relief and pleasure washed over your body at once, and you could feel all the tension leave your body. Letting out small whimpers as your thighs trembled. He kept rubbing you through your orgasm, and he didn’t plan on stopping at one.
Your breath was coming out in short gasps, watching him lick his fingers clean you expected him to free you. He didn't; instead, he moved his head back between your thighs and started to lap at your folds. Not giving you a scond to recover as his tongue moved across your overstimulated pussy, cleaning up all your cum.
Your eyes rolled back, and your mouth hung open in pleasure. You were so sensitive, and he was still going! But you didn't have much energy left to beg him to stop, so all you could do was lean against the wall for support as your legs trembled.
He closed his eyes and wrapped his lips around your clit again and started to gently suck while his tongue flicked back and forth. Moving his ring and index finger down and pushing them inside your cunt. This drew a mewl from your lips and left you to rock your hips against his face.
“Leon…” You spoke, voice weak as another few moans left your lips.
He continued to pump his fingers in and out of you as he briefly pulled away to talk. “I'm not done with you yet, not even close. Your going to cum for me again, over and over until your whole body is shaking. And then,” He spoke, curling his fingers to hit that spot inside you that makes your whole body tingle. “You're gonna beg me to stop, I'm gonna break you, doll.”
Fuck he did break you. By the time he was done you were in tears, you couldnt even count the number of times he forced your body to cum, pushing you to your limits until you literally could not take anymore. You don't really remember much of what happened after that, just remember waking up inside. Opening your eyes slowly, you turned your head to the side and saw a pair of strong arms wrapped around you.
Oh, he must have carried you inside. You must have passed out then, you couldn't help but cringe and die a little inside when you remembered everything that just happened. Well, you certainly wouldn't be giving him anymore attitude, that's for sure. But for now, you were just enjoying the calm, cuddled up in his arms. Maybe farm life wasn't so bad after all.
(SO SORRY FOR THR ABRUPT ENDIND BUT I DIDNT REALLY KNOW HOW TO END IT. I’ve also been debating making a part two where they actually like do it but idk guys is that to much. 😭)
Desc: Spoiled city girl gets sent to her grandparents farm for the summer because her parents think she’s gotten too spoiled. While there she meets leon, the hot farm worker. Basically he gets fed up of her attitude and punishes her, then they low-key fall in love.
WC: 5k
Mentions of: Spanking, light bondage, edging, NSWF, leon is just mean, brat taming, overstimulation, degradation if you squint, oral (fem receiving) ,(princess, honey, brat, baby, doll).
If there was one thing you knew, it was that you did not belong on a farm.
The moment you stepped off the bus into the dry, sunbaked driveway of your grandparents' property, you could already feel your phone signal dropping. Your Louis Vuitton duffle bag thudded into the dirt, instantly scuffed. A chicken ran across the path, squawking at nothing in particular.
Your parents had sent you here as punishment.
One too many late nights, too many bad grades, and too many social media scandals. "You need grounding," your mom had said. "Real life. A place with no filters and no WiFi." Your grandparents greeted you warmly, but all you could think about was the sticky heat and the endless silence. Then came the next blow.
"We've got a helper around here - works full-time on the farm," your grandpa said. "You'll be seeing plenty of him."
As if on cue, you saw a boy walk by. Dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, broad shoulders, but your eyes were immediately drawn to his muscles. And damn was he hot. He barely spared you a glance when he walked past with a bucket of feed and muttered, "Try not to get in the way, city girl."
But before you could utter a word, he was already gone, leaving only the smell of hay and the sting of being underestimated.
The first few days were torture. Leon was everywhere - tossing bales of hay like it was nothing, fixing fences, riding the tractor - and each time he saw you, it was another jab.
"You're gonna break a nail, princess."
"You sure that's how you hold a shovel?"
“You're wearing perfume around the goats? Seriously?”
You hated him. And worse, you hated that he was kind of...ridiculous. Like, ridiculously attractive. Underneath the attitude and sweat, there was something sharp in his eyes. Smart. Sad, maybe.
Something you couldn't figure out.
Over the next few days, you started to learn more about him. He was mean. He gave you the worst chores: cleaning stalls, shoveling up dirt, and throwing bales of hay that were way too heavy for you. And he just would not back down, the more you pushed him and gave him attitude, the worse things got. You swore he took pleasure in watching you suffer. Milking a cow? Disaster. Feeding the chickens? They chased you. Cleaning stalls? Nearly passed out.
“You gonna cry every time you break a nail?” He asked you, tossing you a pair of work gloves as you two picked tomatoes.
Frustrated with him and this whole situation, you threw the gloves back at him. “You know what? Maybe I will!”
“Good. Maybe that’ll water the crops.” Is all he said, then returning to throw fresh tomatoes into a basket.
You groaned loudly, stomping your foot on the ground and just storming away. You didn't get peace for very long because before you knew it, there was a strong hand wrapped around your arm, dragging you back. You didn't even have to look to know who it was.
“You’ve got two choices,” He started, practically pushing you back to the small field of vegetables. “Finish picking the veggies, or go hungry.”
You scoffed and crossed your arms, waiting for him to smile or say anything else. He didn't. “You're serious.”
“Dead.”
One particular morning, the croak of the rooster woke you up, despite not wanting to get up, you knew you had to. Getting ready went by in a blur, and before you knew it, you were out in the blazing sun, watching Leon pick weeds and listen to him bark orders.
"You're here to work," he stated bluntly, his voice gravelly and authoritative. "Not to play at being some city girl trying to keep her hands clean. So get up and help."
"Fine then, I'll keep the animals entertained." You huffed, walking yourself over to the cute baby lambs. Cooing at them and petting their soft fur. The animals here made being forced to stay on this farm slightly bearable.
Leon watched you walk away, his expression remaining stern as ever. But he couldn't deny a slight hint of annoyance as you moved towards the sheep. "Alright, cut that out. You can play with the lambs later. Come back here and help me with these weeds."
"Yeah, why don't you make me." You mumbled under your breath, running your fingers through their fur. You were not meant for this work! And picking weeds, like that, would get your hands all dirty, and you would probably break some nails!
Leon heard your remark, and it clearly didn't sit well with him. He set down the shovel and slowly stalked towards you, his footsteps measured and deliberate. "You really want to test me?" he said, his voice lower now. "Because I assure you, I have no problem in making you do something you don't want to. I don't abide by brattism."
Scrunching your face up, you threw your arms to your sides. He was undeniably attractive but also a little scary. I bet he didn't even know you had almost half a million social media followers. Still, you didn't even want to be here. Yes, having a super hot guy around was nice, but he was super annoying and mean. “I'm not touching that.”
Leon's patience was starting to wear thin. He had been dealing with your attitude all day, and he wasn’t going to let more of it slide. His eyes locked on yours, intense and unyielding. “I’ll say this once more,” he said, his voice like gravel. “Cut the attitude, quit messing with the lambs, and come help me with the weeds. Now.”
Crossing your arms, you had finally had it. “No! You can not tell me what to do, and I'm done listening to you!” You shouted at him because who was he to tell you what to do? Did he even know who you were? Oh, you would show him.
But before you could get another word in or come up with any kind of plan, he had his hand wrapped around your arm, dragging you forward. Leon's patience had run out. “You don’t get to refuse,” he said, his tone low and dangerously quiet. “I'm the one giving these orders, and if you don't follow them, I’ll make sure you do.” Without waiting for a response, his hand shot out and smacked your ass.
You squeaked and gasped after feeling his hand on your ass. Your cheeks burned a dark red, and you quickly turned back around. You have never been spanked before, and were a little flustered. “Y-you did not just do that! That’s assault, I'm calling my lawyer!”
Leon let out a short scoff, the corners of his lips quirking upwards into a smirk. “Oh really?” he said, his voice holding a hint of amusement. “You think your city lawyer can do anything out here in the countryside? You’re on my turf now, honey.”
He stepped even closer, towering over you. His hands now rested on his hips, and his expression held a hint of challenge. “And out here, things work a little differently. We don’t call it assault. We call it discipline.”
“T-that’s not..” You fumbled over your words, your arms hanging loosely by your sides. “You can’t do that.”
Leon chuckled, clearly enjoying this turn of events. “Can’t I?” he said, his mocking expression growing. “Watch me.”
With a swift motion, he grabbed your arm once more and yanked it up behind your back. This unexpected action pulled your body right against him, pressing you into his solid frame. He leaned down, his mouth hovering close to your ear. “I think you need to learn a little lesson about respect,” he murmured. “And I’m more than happy to teach it to you.”
You inhaled sharply and furrowed your brows. Beyond embarrassed at this point, your parents never disciplined you. More or less spanked you. “You..don’t know who I am..”
Leon chuckled again, clearly enjoying your struggle. “Oh, I know exactly who you are, princess,” he replied, the word 'princess' rolling off his tongue with clear sarcasm. “You’re some city girl who thinks she knows better. Well, let me tell you, you have a lot to learn about life out here in the country.”
He released your arm, but quickly slid his hand down to your ass, giving it another firm smack. “And I think you’ve had about enough sass for one day. Time for a change of attitude.” He murmured, pushing you down until your chest was pressed against some stacked hay bales. Ass in the air, he gripped the waistband of your pants. “Let’s see how long that attitude lasts after this.”
You let out a small scream, panic started settling in when you realized your position right now. “No! Wait, you can’t do that you-!” You started to say, squirming because how dare he!? Were you a little turned on from this…yes, but that's not the point!
“I can, and I will,” Leon responded, his voice firm as yanked your pants down with no regard for your say in the matter. He pushed his hand against your lower back, keeping your squirming minimal. His palm connected with your ass with a sharp smack, the sting immediately registering.
“This is your first real lesson. Learn and adjust your attitude, or this is going to continue happening. Am I clear?” Without pausing, he landed two more hard slaps in quick succession, each one making contact with the same spot on your left cheek. “You’re here to work and learn, not sass. Got it?”
You whimpered and squirmed, not liking the stinging sensation with every hit delivered. Slowly nodding, too embarrassed to do anything else.
He just smirked when he saw you acting all submissive and embarrassed, leaning closer, he delivered another few smacks to each cheek. “Not so mouthy now, are you? Maybe that's where you've been going wrong, you just needed someone to tell you who's in charge. Someone to put you in your place when you think you're in charge.”
His voice was deep and firm, with a hint of mockery in it if you listened closely. With each hit made, you wince and squirm, each mocking word he said made your face turn redder, and all you could do was just take it. He was just so masculine, so naturally dominant and authoritative. You have never had anyone take charge of you like this before, mainly because that's just not how things worked back in the city.
He rubbed his hand over your reddening skin before delivering another smack. “Oh, you like this, huh? You like how I handle you, the way I dont put up with your bullshit, bet you never had a city boy do this.”
You did like it. Of course, you would never admit it, but the way he just manhandled you around made your heart flutter. A small part of you liked how he wasn't scared of you, how he didn't put up with your attitude, or how rough he was. Everyone usually just put up with your bratty attitude and sassy remarks, but he didn't. You liked that.
Yeah, he knew you liked this, he could tell from the moment he met you that you liked him. The way your cheeks flushed, and you refused to make eye contact with him. He noticed the subtle way your thighs would rub together when watching him throw bales of hay. If he looked closely, he could see the way your nipples hardened underneath your little tank top when he ordered you to do something. You were such a virgin. So much sass and attitude just to cover up the fact you're an inexperienced brat. He couldn't wait to get rid of that attitude and make you completely submissive to him.
He smacked your ass a few more times before rubbing the tender skin again and speaking to you sternly. “I know you're used to getting what you want in the city, but that's not how things work here. So you can start by apologizing.”
“Sorry..” You mumbled, it was a weak apology with no real meaning behind it. The only things you could feel was the stinging pain from your ass and the humiliation bubbling up.
Cute. He liked how your voice wavered, and a small smirk played on his lips. But that answer wasn't satisfactory, so he delivered another hard swat to your tender skin. “Try again. Apologize again, and this time, mean it.” He snarled, his voice low.
“M’sorry!” You repeated in a much whinier tone, tears threatening to form in your eyes because he just kept going. It hurt badly, his hands were so big and rough, showing no mercy to your soft skin.
He didn't say anything for a few moments but seemed to accept your answer, pulling you up by the back of your shirt and holding you by your waist. His grip tightened, and he abruptly jerked you forward, earning a small gasp from you, which was quickly silenced when his lips crashed against yours. Your heart pounded in your chest as your eyes squeezed together. To be honest, you weren't the best kisser. But it wasn't your fault…believe it or not, you had little to no romantic relationship experience.
You were a shitty kisser. Clearly, no one had taught you how to kiss, and he was more than willing to fix that. He pulled away from you and gripped the back of your head, staring down at you for a moment before pulling away. "Go grab another shovel from the shed." He snapped, his voice returning to his usual cold tone. "Then get to work, you've got weeds that need clearing."
"Huh.." Was all you could get out, your head spinning and brain still a little fuzzy from everything that just happened.
"Move it, city brat. Those weeds aint gonna clear themselves." He paused, his boots crunching over the gravel as he made his way to the door. "And fix those shorts before I have to fix 'em for you."
You couldn't get a word in before the barn door slammed shut, standing in complete silence for a few seconds before slowly tugging your shorts back up. Was he really just going to leave you here? After everything that just happened and made you work? Apparently, he was because he didn't say anything but kept walking away.
After a few moments, you emerged from the shed, dragging a shovel behind you slowly. It was much hotter out here than it was inside the barn, and it just made you more upset and confused about this whole situation. And boy, was the pain starting to settle in. But - god, the view of Leon throwing fresh bales of hay across the field made it all worth it. The way his sleeves strained against his muscles as he threw hay like it was nothing. He briefly glanced over at you, his shirt damp with sweat, stretched across his broad shoulders. He paused for a moment to watch your less-than-graceful way of using the shovel, but said nothing and continued to throw hay bales.
It was hot, and you'd been at it forever, so you decided to take a little break. Finding a nice shaded area underneath a tree to lounge at and play on your phone. Not that there was much to do on it since there was like no reception, but it was better than just sitting and doing nothing. It was a little uncomfortable to sit though, so you kept shifting, trying to find a position that minimized the pain you felt.
Unfortunately, it didn't take long before he happened to notice you. And Leon Kennedy hated a quitter.
Stomping towards you, jaw clenched as his eyes narrowed. “Up.” He said, kicking your ankle with his boot. “You think you get to relax? That lazy attitude of yours is exactly why you're here.”
“I'm taking a break.” Is all you said, moving slightly from the kick he delivered and bringing your knees to your chest.
Brat. He leaned down, crouching onto your level and snatching your phone from your hands. “Your break is over, up now.”
When you felt your phone being ripped from your hands, you immediately shot up, glaring at him and standing up. He stood right up with you, tucking your phone in his back pocket and staring down at you expectantly. He was tired of your attitude, the disrespect, and sass, and was going to put an end to this.
You pretty much did as you were told for the rest of the day. Not wanting to risk getting spanked again. There was a small hint of satisfaction watching you finally comply. He didn't say anything, but was just making sure you were following directions. You weren't that bad when you were quiet. The next few days, he would find any reason to touch you. A brush against you, a gentle hand on your shoulder, a nudge, or even a small touch to your waist. You were an attractive girl, he wouldn't deny that. You just had a terrible attitude problem. He could fix that.
One particular night, all the chores around the farm were finished, and he leisurely walked over to you. Taking a seat beside you, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you into him. “What’re you doing up so late?”
When you felt his warm arm wrapped around you, you leaned into him. Sighing softly and looking up at the sun beginning to set. “Watching the sun..” You mumbled, looking up at him. He was being uncharacteristically…nice? Usually, he would just push you away or demand you to do more work, but it was kind of nice. Cuddling with him, being wrapped up in his strong, warm arms.
“You did a lot better today.” He said quietly, his gaze fixed on the horizon. “Still got a mouth on you though.”
“Everyone has a mouth.” You responded in a slightly cheeky tone, tilting your head up to take a few glances at him.
He whipped his head down at you, raising an eyebrow at your sassy tone. A scoff escaped his lips as he leaned slightly closer to you. “That's exactly the attitude I'm talking about, you can't go ten minutes without acting up, can you?”
“I'm not acting up, I'm just sitting here.” You said in a huff, though you weren't actually annoyed at him.
“Yeah sure, just sitting there with that attitude of yours.” He muttered, rolling his eyes and staring at you. “Let me tell you something, attitude gets you in trouble. You'd better keep that smart tongue to yourself if you know what's good for you. Got it?”
“Yeah, whatever..” You mumbled that last part, hoping he wouldn't hear it. Of course, he did, though, because he suddenly grabbed your wrist tightly, pulling you against him.
“What did I just say?” He said, his voice low and sharp, his eyes locking on yours. He pulled you up to your feet, then pulled you into him again. He was tired of your bratty attitude. “I don't like that tone.”
There was nothing you could do to stop him from manhandling you to your feet, but feeling his warm, muscular chest against your back was a nice feeling. Unfortunately, that wasn't enough to stop you from stomping your foot on his, which you immediately regretted when you felt him tighten his grip and heard his grunt in pain.
“So you wanna play like that, huh? Alright, I can get rough, too.” He basically growled in your ear, dragging you to the barn with no regard for your protests or half-hearted apologies. It didn't even hurt that bad, but it all came down to the principle of things; he didn't want you thinking it was okay to just stomp on or hit people whenever you didn't get your way. When he finally got to the barn, he wasted no time shoving you against the wall and pinning your arms to your chest with one hand.
All you could feel was his hand roaming your body, his heavy breathing as he squeezed your wrists together. “We're gonna put an end to that little attitude right now.” He muttered, his free hand groping your breast through your shirt. Pinching your nipple hard enough to make you whimper.
“Stop it..” You muttered weakly, but you didn't actually want him to stop. The way he was touching you and looking at you just made the heat inside of you grow. It was turning you on, big time.
His lips just curled into a slow, sensual smile, nuzzling his face against her neck and pressing light kisses to her skin as his hand continued to move down her body. “Stop? Stop what, this?” He asked, a sarcastic tone creeping up in his voice. Pulling away briefly just to slowly undo his belt, taking the leather and wrapping it around your wrists. He grabbed your bound wrists and hooked them to a saddle mount that was above your head.
Now that your arms were successfully restrained, he placed more open-mouth kisses on your neck. He held your waist in one hand, the other was slowly sliding down your shorts. Not bothering to take them off all the way, he yanked your shorts down to your ankles. Took a moment to admire the view of your soaked through panties and your embarrassed like state before tugging your panties down too.
He ran his finger through your folds and chuckled. “All this for me?” He asked lowly, bringing his finger up to rub your clit in small soft circles.
You let out a small whimper and a tiny little moan when he started rubbing you, shifting in place, and closing your eyes because it felt so good, but it was so embarrassing. You were so caught up in your feelings about this, you hadn't even realized he had sunk to his knees until you felt his tongue against your thighs.
He held your waist, tilting his head up and pushing his tongue against your folds. He suddenly moved his tongue up to your clit and flicked it, moving his tounge back and forth. This caused a very loud, very unexpected moan to rip through your body. Arching your back up and tugging on your arms, desperately trying to free them, but it was no use. He smirked against you, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucked hard, moving one hand to your thigh and gripping it tightly.
Your body jerked forward when he started sucking, letting out a few high pitched whines and moans. It was honestly a little embarrassing how close you already were, opening your eyes slightly to see his blonde hair, which you wished you could grab. Continuing to pant and shift your hips against his face, you started to moan about how close you were, which was a mistake.
As soon as he heard you were going to cum, he pulled away. Looking up at your confused and frustrated expression, and stood back up. “You didn't really think you were going to get what you wanted after the way you've been acting, did you?” He asked mockingly and actually started to laugh at you.
You fell back against the wall, your face burning red in a mix of how humiliating this is and how good it felt. “Please..” You mumbled, looking up at him with a pleadeful expression hoping he would take pity on you and just let you cum. But this was just the beginning.
Honestly, you had lost count of how many times he brought you to the edge, then just stopped. But you were defiently feeling sorry now, feeling his fingers play with your sensitive clit just made you moan louder, you felt so weak, and it didnt help he was mocking you the whole time.
“You're so sensitive, do you get like this for all the city boys back home?”
“You wont cum till I say so, and right now your not even close.”
“You're not used to not getting what you want, are you? Well, that's too bad.”
Your mind was all foggy, and your whole body felt hot and tingly. You were so close again, but you knew what was going to happen, so it was hard to stay hopeful. “I'm not begging.” You managed to speak between whimpers and choked out moans. But you had standards, even though he had reduced you to a whiny mess, you refused to beg.
“Oh, you will.” He retorted, pressing his thumb harder against your clit and moving it in faster tight circles. His touch became more direct, his finger moving more intensely. He was trying to break you. His smile only widened at the sound of your moans, making him even more determined. He was starting to put the puzzle pieces together, though, the way you were acting and responding to him.
“Are you a virgin?”
When you heard him ask that, you froze. Yeah, you were, but how did he know? Naturally, you didn't say anything, but squeezed your thighs together because you were close. A small part of you was hoping he couldn't tell, and maybe you could sneak an orgasm past him. But all your hope was crushed when you felt his fingers leave you again. Stomping your foot on the floor, you let out a frustrated groan and slowly lifted your head to meet his gaze. Damn did he look hot right now. You really didn't want to beg him…but what other choice did you have?
So you let out the smallest, “Please..” and you should have known that would never be acceptable because he delivered a sharp smack to your ass drawing a whimper from your lips. You weren't entirely sure how to react; no one's ever done this to you before. No one cared to correct your behaviour or teach you manners, so this was all new.
“Please, Leon.” You continued to mumble, your legs trembling slightly and your arms starting to ache from being held above your head for so long. It was your fault, though; you could have ended this a long time ago if you would just swallow your pride and beg. It was harder than it sounded.
He grabbed your jaw and forced you to look at him, his tone demanding and harsh as he asked. “Please, what?’
“You know what!” You exclaimed, squirming again and only being able to look at him for a few seconds before having to look away.
He chuckled at your whine, his grip firm and inescapable. “Oh, I know what. But I want to hear you say it. I want you to beg. You’re not getting anything unless you beg for it.”
His hand moved between your thighs again and began stroking you softly, teasingly. “Come on, baby. Just say the words. You’ll feel much better after.”
You let out another whine when he started to play with your sensitive bundle of nerves again. Arching your back up from the wall for the millionth time, determined to get what you want this time. “I wanna..just…”
He chuckled at the sound of your struggling little gasps, the way you squirmed against him. “You want what?” he teased. “Use your words, honey.”
“Wanna cum.” You finally admitted, your voice was low and quiet because you didn’t want to be admitting this. But there was no other way, he wasn’t going to give in to puppy dog eyes or pouty lips.
He let out a low, gruff noise at your admission, giving your clit a pinch. “There it is,” he murmured, his tone rougher, more dangerous. “You’re a good girl when you do what you’re told.”
He leaned down, his mouth close to your ear, his breath hot on your skin. “And now you’re going to say it again, and keep saying it until I’m satisfied.”
“What!?” You exclaimed, yelping at the sudden pinch, unable to tell if it felt good or not. “But that’s not fair, you didn’t-“ You tried to say, but cut yourself off with a small moan.
“Fairs got nothing to do with it, you asked for this. You asked to be punished.” His finger moved a little faster, then pulled away again. Causing you to let out another frustrated groan and squirm helplessly. Leaving you unsatisfied and wanting. You started to rub your thighs a little, since you couldn't use your hands.
“Ah ah.” He warned, grabbing your thighs and ripping them apart. “Stop that.” He brought his fingers back down and started to rub at your poor clit again. He was driving you insane.
Swallowing your pride, you closed your eyes as another small cry of pleasure left your lips. “Please! Please just let me cum!” You finally cried, beyond frustrated and humiliated at this point, but you couldn't take being denied anymore.
He let out a deep, satisfied groan when you spoke and started to move his fingers faster. “There you go, that's what I want to hear, good girl.”
“Please please please please…” You continued to mumble under your breath, feeling the tension in your body, and you knew you were close. You just didn't want him to stop again. Arching your back off the wall, not even caring about your ego anymore, and letting out a few small, whiny moans.
He could practically see all the signs of your impending orgasm. Flushed cheeks, your little breathy pants, small moans, and he wanted to hold you there for a moment. “You're so close, keep going.”
Your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks, a wave of relief and pleasure washed over your body at once, and you could feel all the tension leave your body. Letting out small whimpers as your thighs trembled. He kept rubbing you through your orgasm, and he didn’t plan on stopping at one.
Your breath was coming out in short gasps, watching him lick his fingers clean you expected him to free you. He didn't; instead, he moved his head back between your thighs and started to lap at your folds. Not giving you a scond to recover as his tongue moved across your overstimulated pussy, cleaning up all your cum.
Your eyes rolled back, and your mouth hung open in pleasure. You were so sensitive, and he was still going! But you didn't have much energy left to beg him to stop, so all you could do was lean against the wall for support as your legs trembled.
He closed his eyes and wrapped his lips around your clit again and started to gently suck while his tongue flicked back and forth. Moving his ring and index finger down and pushing them inside your cunt. This drew a mewl from your lips and left you to rock your hips against his face.
“Leon…” You spoke, voice weak as another few moans left your lips.
He continued to pump his fingers in and out of you as he briefly pulled away to talk. “I'm not done with you yet, not even close. Your going to cum for me again, over and over until your whole body is shaking. And then,” He spoke, curling his fingers to hit that spot inside you that makes your whole body tingle. “You're gonna beg me to stop, I'm gonna break you, doll.”
Fuck he did break you. By the time he was done you were in tears, you couldnt even count the number of times he forced your body to cum, pushing you to your limits until you literally could not take anymore. You don't really remember much of what happened after that, just remember waking up inside. Opening your eyes slowly, you turned your head to the side and saw a pair of strong arms wrapped around you.
Oh, he must have carried you inside. You must have passed out then, you couldn't help but cringe and die a little inside when you remembered everything that just happened. Well, you certainly wouldn't be giving him anymore attitude, that's for sure. But for now, you were just enjoying the calm, cuddled up in his arms. Maybe farm life wasn't so bad after all.
(SO SORRY FOR THR ABRUPT ENDIND BUT I DIDNT REALLY KNOW HOW TO END IT. I’ve also been debating making a part two where they actually like do it but idk guys is that to much. 😭)
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