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...needеd a fix of you, not just one kiss from you. i needed more .ᐟ
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type of pictures husband!leon s kennedy sends you while he's at the office doing paperwork (please send one back, preferably something that will make him race home)
💌 tags: [ 1.4k wc ] reader is called 'sweetheart'. implied age gap (leon kennedy's controversially young gf??). MDNI. pwp—plot what plot, porn without plot. making out. oral sex!reader-receiving. riding leon kennedy's face (i know we all see that nose ridge he has).
💭 lotus thoughts: i just finished playing RE9, i want that man to come home and i will jump his bones. he is sooooo fine oh my god. this is my first time writing smut with no build up, leon kennedy lvrs, i hope you enjoy!
the moment leon comes home, you're surprised to see he's no longer groaning up the stairs. matter of fact, you're actually much more surprised at how... younger? he looks.
you're about to ask him how his mission went when he drops his duffel bag and quickly closes the distance between you. snaking his hand behind your neck to pull in you in for a heated kiss.
the way he practically inhales you makes your head spin and you make an embarrassing sound when his tongue laves over your lower lips. poking, prodding, asking for permission.
you open your mouth anyway with a gasp when you feel his other hand slide down your waist to cup your ass. his tongue exploring the cavern of your mouth as he squeezes, feeling your skin spill in between his fingers.
his hands all over your body combined with the way he sounds euphoric—sighing and groaning—from just touching and kissing makes your eyes roll back and head feel light and you know its because your lungs need to breathe.
leon seems to think otherwise.
usually he's the one to pull away, reminding you of his age, but right now? it seems like he can devour your lips for hours.
not a bad thing, a welcome change, really... but you do need to breathe, too...
regrettably, your palms slide up his chest, feeling a pleased sound from him as his hold on the back of your neck tightenes and he deepens the kiss.
your eyes can barely stay open, feeling even more light-headed than before, fingers scrunching up his shirt as you try to push him away.
"lee—" you try to tell him as his kisses are still relentless, "can't—leon- mhh, wait... need'ta—hnn—breathe...!"
he backs up—a string of saliva still connecting the two of you—as the both of you puff out hot air, trying to catch your breaths.
"sorry, sweetheart," he murmurs as his hand slides up from the back of your neck to cup your face, tucking a hair behind your ear with his thumb—his other hand sliding back up to your waist as his breathing starting to even out, "got a little carried away there."
you swallow, seeing the look in his eyes—he looks like he wants to eat you up and knows that you know he wants to.
"don't worry about it," you whisper—throat dry—as you peer up into him through your lashes.
he leans down to press another kiss onto your lips.
then another.
and another.
and again, with his kisses now trailing down the slope of your neck. you sigh and tilt your head up for more access as he sucks on a healing bruise he made before he left for his mission, hands roaming around your torso.
then he stops.
and when you look down, you find that he's already staring back at you.
"you wanna try something out with me?"
and that's how you end up in the bedroom, your lover lying down as you're straddling his face, his arms around your thighs.
"are you sure, lee? i might suffocate you..." you ask, nervously brushing his bangs back to reveal his forehead. you've... never sat on leon's face before, scared that he might pass out.
instead, you feel a his breath on your cunt as he scoffs and rolls his eyes.
"forget breathing, if you don't sit on my face and let me eat you out i might actually die."
and with that, leon pulls down your weight with no abandon and starts eating you out. his tongue circles around your folds, easing you into it as your clit bumps into his nose.
your hand grabs onto the bedframe as the other threads through his hair and he groans, feeling the vibration of his voice where you need it most.
"lee—! oh my god..." you whimper out as you buck into his face, the bundle of nerves being nudged by the tip of his nose.
leon pulls you closer by your thighs as he swirls his tongue around your hole and finally—slowly—slides it in.
the feeling of his warm muscle in you makes you bite your lip—eyes closed and head thrown back—unsuccessfully keeping your from making a sound as you pull on his hair.
"fuck.. leon, faster, please," you whisper out the last part and he makes a sound against you, but complied all the same.
his tongue works faster—going in and out and in and out of your leaking cunt. your whines getting pitchier and higher as he goes faster—his hands rocking you towards his face through the hold he has on your thighs.
your eyes roll back when he buries his tongue deeper—your clit rubbing against his nose harder.
soon enough, he doesn't even have to rock you back and forth anymore, your hips working all on their own to ride his face and you gasp as his tongue curls inside you— dragging itself through your ridges—the coil in your stomach tightening everytime you feel his skin on your nub.
"leon, 'm cumming," you gasp, eyes barely open when you tilt your head to see him—only to almost cum at the sight.
his eyes are half lidded, looking fucked out as if he were the one getting head right now. you make something between a moan and a whimper as you read the look on his face—as if he's egging you on, telling you "go on, sweetheart, ride my face, i wanna feel you cum all over my face."
your hips move faster and his tongue works deeper and you swear you see stars when he tilts his head up in rhythm, stimulating your clit as he does so.
"lee—fuck, leooh- oh god, oh my go—cummi-i'm cumming—oh!"
your back bows and he has to use your thighs to pull you back to his mouth when you lift up—cumming embarrassingly loud as you look into his eyes, like he's challenging you to try and pry yourself off of him.
his hands snake up to your bare waist as he continues to rock you back and forth, helping your ride out your orgasm.
as the waves of your high ebb out, huffing and trying to catch your breath as you come down from it, you brush strands of leon's hair away from his forehead.
you whimper from overstimulation when he curls his tongue in you like he's trying to get every last drop of your slick, before pulling it out and circling your clit lazily.
"e-enough, lee, i need to—" you take a breath, "need to breathe..."
he gives your clit a kiss as he lets you go, your sides feeling sore—you're sure that his fingerprints will leave a mark on your skin the next morning—as you dismount from his face and fall right beside him, his chest rising up and down as he's now the one to catch his breath.
it takes him a few moments, but eventually he sits up and gazes at you. leon's face is shiny with your cum and yet he just looks like he won the lottery.
but despite the mind-blowing orgasm you just had fron riding his face, you wonder where the hell did he get this stamina from, because it definitely wasn't like this before he left for his mission.
"you're thinking too loud," he tells you, leans down, and gives you a kiss, letting you taste yourself on his lips.
he runs his hand up and down your side, trying to massage you knowing his grip had been a bit tighter than he wanted.
"was jus' thinking of your face," you say instead.
"oh yeah?"
you nod, giving him another peck on the lips, "i was gonna say you look like the cat that got the cream, but i think it was a little too on the nose."
leon smirks, "you like riding this nose," he says as he skims said nose on your cheek before giving it a kiss.
"oh, shut it!"
he laughs and tucks his face under the crook of your neck, placing a few kisses there. the stubble on his chin tickles you and it makes you giggle.
"lee! it tickles!"
that makes him laugh, too, letting you feel the rumble of his chest as he does so.
"y'think you can be up for round two?"
girl you are so fucked—in the literal sense—with this newfound stamina of his.
💭 lotus thoughts: girl i need this man so bad.
@ LOTUSLOVES EST 2026. do not steal, plagiarize, modify, repost, translate, commercialize, or use/feed my work for AI. sleep with one eye open if you do these things 💕.
💌 tags: [ 1.4k wc ] reader is called 'sweetheart'. implied age gap (leon kennedy's controversially young gf??). MDNI. pwp—plot what plot, porn without plot. making out. oral sex!reader-receiving. riding leon kennedy's face (i know we all see that nose ridge he has).
💭 lotus thoughts: i just finished playing RE9, i want that man to come home and i will jump his bones. he is sooooo fine oh my god. this is my first time writing smut with no build up, leon kennedy lvrs, i hope you enjoy!
the moment leon comes home, you're surprised to see he's no longer groaning up the stairs. matter of fact, you're actually much more surprised at how... younger? he looks.
you're about to ask him how his mission went when he drops his duffel bag and quickly closes the distance between you. snaking his hand behind your neck to pull in you in for a heated kiss.
the way he practically inhales you makes your head spin and you make an embarrassing sound when his tongue laves over your lower lips. poking, prodding, asking for permission.
you open your mouth anyway with a gasp when you feel his other hand slide down your waist to cup your ass. his tongue exploring the cavern of your mouth as he squeezes, feeling your skin spill in between his fingers.
his hands all over your body combined with the way he sounds euphoric—sighing and groaning—from just touching and kissing makes your eyes roll back and head feel light and you know its because your lungs need to breathe.
leon seems to think otherwise.
usually he's the one to pull away, reminding you of his age, but right now? it seems like he can devour your lips for hours.
not a bad thing, a welcome change, really... but you do need to breathe, too...
regrettably, your palms slide up his chest, feeling a pleased sound from him as his hold on the back of your neck tightenes and he deepens the kiss.
your eyes can barely stay open, feeling even more light-headed than before, fingers scrunching up his shirt as you try to push him away.
"lee—" you try to tell him as his kisses are still relentless, "can't—leon- mhh, wait... need'ta—hnn—breathe...!"
he backs up—a string of saliva still connecting the two of you—as the both of you puff out hot air, trying to catch your breaths.
"sorry, sweetheart," he murmurs as his hand slides up from the back of your neck to cup your face, tucking a hair behind your ear with his thumb—his other hand sliding back up to your waist as his breathing starting to even out, "got a little carried away there."
you swallow, seeing the look in his eyes—he looks like he wants to eat you up and knows that you know he wants to.
"don't worry about it," you whisper—throat dry—as you peer up into him through your lashes.
he leans down to press another kiss onto your lips.
then another.
and another.
and again, with his kisses now trailing down the slope of your neck. you sigh and tilt your head up for more access as he sucks on a healing bruise he made before he left for his mission, hands roaming around your torso.
then he stops.
and when you look down, you find that he's already staring back at you.
"you wanna try something out with me?"
and that's how you end up in the bedroom, your lover lying down as you're straddling his face, his arms around your thighs.
"are you sure, lee? i might suffocate you..." you ask, nervously brushing his bangs back to reveal his forehead. you've... never sat on leon's face before, scared that he might pass out.
instead, you feel a his breath on your cunt as he scoffs and rolls his eyes.
"forget breathing, if you don't sit on my face and let me eat you out i might actually die."
and with that, leon pulls down your weight with no abandon and starts eating you out. his tongue circles around your folds, easing you into it as your clit bumps into his nose.
your hand grabs onto the bedframe as the other threads through his hair and he groans, feeling the vibration of his voice where you need it most.
"lee—! oh my god..." you whimper out as you buck into his face, the bundle of nerves being nudged by the tip of his nose.
leon pulls you closer by your thighs as he swirls his tongue around your hole and finally—slowly—slides it in.
the feeling of his warm muscle in you makes you bite your lip—eyes closed and head thrown back—unsuccessfully keeping your from making a sound as you pull on his hair.
"fuck.. leon, faster, please," you whisper out the last part and he makes a sound against you, but complied all the same.
his tongue works faster—going in and out and in and out of your leaking cunt. your whines getting pitchier and higher as he goes faster—his hands rocking you towards his face through the hold he has on your thighs.
your eyes roll back when he buries his tongue deeper—your clit rubbing against his nose harder.
soon enough, he doesn't even have to rock you back and forth anymore, your hips working all on their own to ride his face and you gasp as his tongue curls inside you— dragging itself through your ridges—the coil in your stomach tightening everytime you feel his skin on your nub.
"leon, 'm cumming," you gasp, eyes barely open when you tilt your head to see him—only to almost cum at the sight.
his eyes are half lidded, looking fucked out as if he were the one getting head right now. you make something between a moan and a whimper as you read the look on his face—as if he's egging you on, telling you "go on, sweetheart, ride my face, i wanna feel you cum all over my face."
your hips move faster and his tongue works deeper and you swear you see stars when he tilts his head up in rhythm, stimulating your clit as he does so.
"lee—fuck, leooh- oh god, oh my go—cummi-i'm cumming—oh!"
your back bows and he has to use your thighs to pull you back to his mouth when you lift up—cumming embarrassingly loud as you look into his eyes, like he's challenging you to try and pry yourself off of him.
his hands snake up to your bare waist as he continues to rock you back and forth, helping your ride out your orgasm.
as the waves of your high ebb out, huffing and trying to catch your breath as you come down from it, you brush strands of leon's hair away from his forehead.
you whimper from overstimulation when he curls his tongue in you like he's trying to get every last drop of your slick, before pulling it out and circling your clit lazily.
"e-enough, lee, i need to—" you take a breath, "need to breathe..."
he gives your clit a kiss as he lets you go, your sides feeling sore—you're sure that his fingerprints will leave a mark on your skin the next morning—as you dismount from his face and fall right beside him, his chest rising up and down as he's now the one to catch his breath.
it takes him a few moments, but eventually he sits up and gazes at you. leon's face is shiny with your cum and yet he just looks like he won the lottery.
but despite the mind-blowing orgasm you just had fron riding his face, you wonder where the hell did he get this stamina from, because it definitely wasn't like this before he left for his mission.
"you're thinking too loud," he tells you, leans down, and gives you a kiss, letting you taste yourself on his lips.
he runs his hand up and down your side, trying to massage you knowing his grip had been a bit tighter than he wanted.
"was jus' thinking of your face," you say instead.
"oh yeah?"
you nod, giving him another peck on the lips, "i was gonna say you look like the cat that got the cream, but i think it was a little too on the nose."
leon smirks, "you like riding this nose," he says as he skims said nose on your cheek before giving it a kiss.
"oh, shut it!"
he laughs and tucks his face under the crook of your neck, placing a few kisses there. the stubble on his chin tickles you and it makes you giggle.
"lee! it tickles!"
that makes him laugh, too, letting you feel the rumble of his chest as he does so.
"y'think you can be up for round two?"
girl you are so fucked—in the literal sense—with this newfound stamina of his.
💭 lotus thoughts: girl i need this man so bad.
@ LOTUSLOVES EST 2026. do not steal, plagiarize, modify, repost, translate, commercialize, or use/feed my work for AI. sleep with one eye open if you do these things 💕.
