okay i know i literally disappeared after posting one fic but i'm also in a different fandom (my main one) so i've been more active there aaand i have a writer's block rn so 😞
warnings: 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓! ⋆ professor!leon ⋆ raw 𖬺𖬺 older ⋆ pure filth ⋆ age gap ⋆ riding him in his chair + railing you on his desk ⋆ leon is kinda mean ⋆ semi-public sex ⋆ bigdick!leon ⋆ pet names ⋆ dumbification ⋆ praise + more. «𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝»
word count: 𝟏.𝟑 𝐤
author’s note: hiii this is my first time writing for leon so idk if this is any good but i’ve recently gotten back into re after requiem came out and since i became a writer like a year and a half ago i decided to make a resident evil (leon biased) blog^^ i don’t know how active i’ll be here but please send in smut fic ideas!! i was gonna make this longer but felt like it was gonna take too long so i cut it short at the end.
keep in mind: english is not my first language!
summary: getting private lessons from your favorite professor because you’re failing his classes on purpose.
ⓘ credit to professor!leon goes to the individual who created him first!! 𖬺𖬺 leon is 49 in this ’cause this takes place in the present :)
Leon sighs heavily as he watches you bat your lashes at him, seated across from him in his office. He’d called you in here to discuss how much your performance in class has plummeted lately.
“Mr. Kennedy, I just think...” You trail off, smiling as you lean slightly closer to the desk, your voice becoming more low and sultry. “You should give me a more hands-on lesson.” Your eyes trail over his features, watching his expression shift slightly. “I’m more of a visual learner, you know?”
“Haahh... Visual learner?” He lets out a small, short laugh that sounds more like a deep exhale, looking amused and frustrated all at once. “Right. Let’s say you are—And how do you expect me to give you a visual demonstration of advanced calculus, sweetheart?”
The way he said the endearment, with the slightest hint of sarcasm, has you shifting in your seat, a heat beginning to burn deep in your core. Like it always does when you interact with him. Which is probably why you haven’t been paying much attention to the subject at hand.
And God, he’s so sexy without even trying.
His glasses lay on the desk beside his laptop, his collar opened and tie loosened, his hair slightly messier than usual like he’d been running his fingers through it all day. He looks tired; The kind of tired that makes you want to pamper him and take care of his needs.
Your eyes trail down to his hands, resting by his laptop, no ring in sight. He’s not married, never has been, and he says he’s too busy with his responsibilities as a college professor to really date seriously, let alone marry, whenever someone asks.
But the fact that he’s single at 49—despite being so good looking—baffles you. Women throw themselves at him, discreetly or not. You’ve seen it first-hand, how the professors, old and young, flirt with him. And you’ve seen how he doesn’t really encourage it.
Even so, you won’t give up.
“But, prof, I can memorize it all if you just help me focus...” You try to reason with him, batting your lashes, smiling flirtatiously. And it seems to be working in your favor, judging by the way his jaw muscles flex beneath his skin, looking more worked up than you’d ever seen him.
Maybe it’s the fact that it’s just the two of you alone in his office, the door closed, the glow of the setting sun draping the space between you in warmth and setting an intimate mood. Or maybe, just maybe, he’s done pretending like you don’t get under his skin—like you don’t make him feel things he was so sure he wouldn’t feel again.
And somehow, he finally agrees to your dumb proposal that could cost him his job and reputation if he gets caught in the middle of it.
But the thrill of it sparks something feral within him.
Your breath hitches as you bounce on your professor’s dick, long and meaty, with prominent veins you swear you can feel whenever you slow down just enough. Leon’s hands on your hips keeps you from stopping fully, though, making sure you’re still riding him as you try to give the correct answer to his questions.
But it feels impossible to speak, let alone think.
He’s so big and going so deep that your poor mind is completely blank, unable to remember how to solve the easiest problems. It’s like you’ve gone dumb. And Leon? He seems to be enjoying it thoroughly despite his otherwise stoic face, his strict expression broken only by the hint of pleasure etched onto it.
“Can’t even solve an easy fucking problem,” he mocks as he pulls your hips down, watching your lips part as a desperate, choked moan claws out of your throat. “And you said you were a "visual learner who needed a hands-on kinda lesson"... Where’s that now, huh?”
You try to speak, but all that comes out are a few pleas bleeding into moans and whimpers as you grip onto his shoulders, unable to even look at him. Humiliation burns through you, making your face feel like it’s on fire, but what can you even say? It’s true that you’ve gone completely stupid.
The position you both are in—you straddling his lap, facing him—makes you feel too exposed. He can see every shift in your expression, every roll of your eyes, every time your breath hitches deep in your chest, and every time your bottom lip gets stuck between your teeth in a poor attempt to muffle your sounds.
“Look at me,” he demands, voice all low and gruff as he bounces you on his lap, his biceps and forearms bulging intimidatingly. His eyes narrow slightly when you lock eyes with him for what felt like a millisecond before looking away, your pussy squeezing him tighter from the sight of him.
“Ah, ah,” he tuts, “you said you can do this, so look at me.”
You bite back a whimper as you look into his eyes again, your inner walls clenching around him so tightly it makes him hiss, his hips stuttering against yours. The eye contact is too much. It feels like he’s looking right into you, making this feel so much more intense.
“Thaat’s right... Good girl,” Leon murmurs, a faint smirk tugging at the ends of his lips, as his grip on your hips grow tighter, fingers digging into your flesh. And before you can even catch your breath, you feel him shift in his seat before thrusting up into your sharply.
Your whole body jolts as white-hot pleasure shoots through your nerves, making you gasp and moan, eyes wide, jaw slack. “P-prof--” You gasp, clinging to him as he wraps his arms around your waist, hips smacking against yours with wet smacks that seem to echo in the now dark space of his office.
You definitely didn’t expect this.
Your moans are right beside his ear, so desperate, and you try to silence them by biting your lips—but obviously, that doesn’t do much. Your muffled moans sends shivers down his spine, making him groan, his arms tightening around you. He needs to see you. But the darkness doesn’t allow him.
Leon slows down slightly, panting softly as he reaches for the switch of the desk lamp he has on one edge of the desk in front of you two. The lamp gives a dim glow to the entire room, making it more intimate but also letting him see you.
“Hold on,” he commands softly, but doesn’t wait for you to comply before he’s lifting you up with him without even pulling out. You barely have any time to react before you feel the hard surface of his desk beneath you, your legs being set onto his shoulders, the position letting him sink deeper.
Leon can finally see your expression clearly—and he almost loses it at the sight of you so undone, his cock throbbing inside your warmth. His lips part as he watches your chest heave, your brows knitted together. Then, his eyes trail down, to where he can see your puffy cunt stretched around his thickness.
“Look at you...” He breathes out, as he pulls back slowly before pushing back in again, letting you feel every ridge and vein—every thick inch. He watches your eyes roll back when he shifts his hips while pushing inside, hitting a spot that makes your brain short-circuit with pleasure.
And, as the mean man he is, he speeds up, making sure to hit that spongy spot inside you. Your noises of pleasure only fuels his desire to fuck you harder. He doesn’t even care if you’re being too loud, it’s not like he cared in the first place, anyway.
Neither you or Leon even remember why this all started in the first place, pleasure clouding both of your minds. All Leon wants right now is to see you fall apart on his dick, and hear those sweet sounds you’re unable to stop making.
Hiii hello, I have had this idea for so long and I hope you don't mind!!!
For a smut prompt, it is a little bit angsty. Leon is in this new relationship with a younger lady, (re6 Leon and like reader is like mid 20s) and he's scared to be phyeical with his girlfriend he's been with for 4 months. He wants her to be home with him and wants her to move in but yet she's upset when he doesn't make a move further than light making out. So finally one when they are about to go to bed and were chilling out on the couch, she kisses him, gets in his lap, but he pushes her away and tries to ignore it. But he's so scared to make any regrets, till finally she makes her move again, and he finally breaks and they have heated passionate sex.
hi! thank you for the request<3 i'll get to it soon, i promise, i'm just a little slow when it comes to writing rn :)
hiii !! i'm new here so idk if anyone will see this but i'd really appreciate it if someone sends in smut fic ideas for leon, because i genuinely have nothing atm and i wanna write for him^^
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