i need someone to crack my back rn but what if leon did that for you while fucking you 😳
cw: smut!! nsfw!!!!!! p in v, married, kinda morning/sleepy if u squint rlly hard, stress relief??, idek i wrote this half asleep so prolly buns, not proofread!!
just something SHORT and QUICK AND VERY SHORT to hopefully pull me out of my little writing slump… i THINK it worked we’re gonna find out soon…!!
work’s kinda been kicking your ass lately. late nights, glued to your desk and computer, living purely on deadline stress and an ungodly amount of caffeine. even your husband seems more relaxed than you, which is a miracle in and of itself right there.
today, you’re allowing yourself the morning off. sleep in, have a nice long shower. maybe have an actual meal!
…then you wake up. getting out of bed? climbing mount everest in heels would be easier. your back’s so stiff you’d think someone replaced your spinal cord with a damn rod.
you groan, squinting as you open your eyes. a loud groan apparently ‘cause it stirs leon too.
“morning, honey,” he mumbles in that rough morning voice, pressing himself up against you and kissing along your shoulder. he gets a whimper in response, which raises concern. “hey, are you okay?”
“everything hurts…” you complain, turning your face to bury your face in the pillow, managing to stretch an arm out before turning to stone once more. “feels like i got crushed by… a boulder. and then had to push it off of me and roll it up a hill.”
“that’s pretty specific, bunny,” he says into your hair. his hand rubs up and down your bare arm. “i told you you need to do some stretches. want me to help you?”
you hate when you’ve been proven wrong, even if they’re just trying to help, so you grumble and shake your head. leon sighs, giving your bicep a squeeze.
“baby, you’ll feel better. could make it fun,” he says with a smirk, pressing his cheek against yours. he knows it helps if he makes it easy for you to give a one word answer. “want me to fuck you into a nice stretch? make a noise for me if that sounds good.”
it takes you a minute, debating it. then you give a grumpy hum, keeping your eyes closed stubbornly. leon kisses your cheek and rolls you onto your tummy, pulling a whine from your mouth.
“there’s my girl,” he kisses your shoulder, tugging your bottoms and underwear off. his rough hands gently grab your hips, hoisting you up onto your knees. “tell me if ‘s too much, ‘kay?”
you nod against the pillow, your body already protesting. you wait patiently and grumpily until eventually he slides in, your tight, stressed hole hugging him tight.
“oh, been a while, huh? stupid job’s been keepin’ me from taking care of you,” he sighs, rubbing up and down your back, squeezing your neck a bit to hopefully make it feel less stiff. he lets you readjust to him before putting you in the right position, his hands guiding yours to where the mattress touches the head board, making your back arch real good. “that’s it. feel good?”
you nod weakly against the pillow, looking at him over your shoulder. you feel like you just got put in one of those things that stretch the candy out in the background of those ai reddit stories on tiktok.
it stings like hell after your back has been arches the opposite way, hunched over your computer for days, but very quickly bleeds into pleasure when leon pulls back and then pushes back into you.
“o-oh… shit…” you gasp against the pillow, gripping where he out your hands on the mattress.
when’s the last time you cried during sex? you have no idea, but whenever it was, you just broke your streak. the stretch combined with the tight slide of his cock in and out of your cunt is overwhelming, like getting high for the first time with wayyy too much weed.
“yeah? needed that, didn’t you sweetheart?” leon grunts, gripping your hips, pulling your ass back onto him, making sure you really feel that stretch. presses on your lower back every now and then to keep you arched, getting the best angle both for your sore muscles and your needy pussy.
once you’ve cum like that, your back arching so deliciously you wonder if it snapped in half and folded you upside down, he flips you over. only pulls out for a split second before sliding right back into you.
before you can ask, he shoves your knees up to your ears, straining way more muscles than it’s probably supposed to. you moan in pain and relief, your hand gripping the sheets desperately. “jesus christ, leon.”
“not even close to done yet, sweetie,” he smirks, pressing his body down on yours to keep you from squirming as he picks his pace back up. his lips find yours in the meantime, licking into your mouth and swallowing allll your cute sounds.
once your thighs are sore as hell and your pussy’s completely oversensitive, your husband shows you a small glimpse of merch, rubbing your sides and kissing all over your face. then he pulls on your limbs again, this time holding your arms behind your back while he fucks you prone bone.
“mmmmph… i feel like a rubber band,” you cry when it’s finally over and you’re stretched out and stuffed full with his cum. completely fucked out for at least a week as leon massages your poor muscles much more gently this time around. you feel exhausted, but at least it’s not from work anymore.
“yeah? you’re a cute rubber band, then.”
“that’s just weird, leon.”
“don’t tempt me. i’ll research more sex stretches.”
“nooo…!!” he knows that’s code for yessss!!
a/n: guys my notes are LOADED with fic ideas i genuinely just need to lock in and stop doomscrolling and playing roblox 😭😭😭😭😭 hopefully will write more soon but genuinely no promises IM TRYING
“she told you she celibate, she told me i can nail her shit.”
leon s. kennedy x fem!reader
cw: mdni ! smut, loud sex, kind of rough sex, riding, lowkey fwb, mating press, uhh jealousy if that counts, kissing, lots of pet names (girly, princess, i think i out sweetheart in there), NOT PROOFREAD!!
a/n: based off that one sound on tiktok bc i keep seeing edits 🥹 also high key reminds of heated rivalry “scott hunter is right next door…” LMFAO hope u enjoy!!
Leon hates these stupid work parties. Banquets that could’ve been an email, award ceremonies with medals and badges he would’ve preferred to see in the mail. It’s not like he’s antisocial, he likes to hang out with the people he works with, but a night in a stuffy suit and endless conversations is almost worse than a mission.
Don’t get him started on the plus one bullshit. He simply doesn't have time or patience for a partner, much less at these godforsaken events. He usually goes alone and regretfully suffers the teasing comments—“Oh, alone again Kennedy? No girlfriend this time?”
His only saving grace is you, another agent who he works with on his rare duo missions. You’re just about the only other single person in the entirety of the DSO—that’s what it feels like. Sometimes, you two will sit at events and roll your eyes at people showing off their partners. Then an awkward silence after of a silent agreement ‘cause you both know you’re just envious.
“Do you think we can call in sick?” Leon sighs as you both sit in your hotel room before you have to leave for an event. This ceremony thingy-bullshit is a bigger, more nationwide one that your boss sent you both to. One room, but two beds, at least. Cheapskates knew you didn’t have significant others and didn’t bother with privacy.
“I mean, prolly… but we lowkey might get flamed,” you reply. He leans against the doorway of the bathroom as he watches you do your makeup. The pretty, long dress you have on is a far cry from the tactical gear he usually pairs you with. Both looks are hot as hell, he definitely can’t deny that. He’ll just tuck that secret in his pocket for now.
“Well, hurry up. Maybe we can show up and leave as quick as possible,” he says as he checks his watch and pretends as if he didn’t just try to check you out. Not that it would be the first time.
Extremely unfortunately, you make it to the event, dreading every click of your heels against the marbled floors as you step inside. This one’s clearly expensive and fancy—that’s worse. The bar quickly becomes Leon’s victim. He lets you know he’ll get you a drink while you find them a spot at a table with an easy escape.
Well, he didn’t really expect to come back and find some guy hitting on you. He’s more curious than annoyed, but it’s there. This guy has the audacity to hit on a girl like you?
“Really? They flew you all the way out here, huh? So you’re pretty special,” this idiot smirks, thinking his blinding white teeth are gonna win you over. Leon can tell you’re irritated.
“Sure, you could say that,” you reply with pursed lips and your best disinterested voice. Your gaze shifts briefly to Leon standing behind him who looks amused. You’re only taking note of your drink that he’s holding.
“Well, special lady, would you maybe like to go to dinner with me somewhere more… private?” He lowers his tone leaning in a little, thinking he’s smooth as hell.
“Uh… no, y’know my schedule’s kinda full…” you shake your head, using that very obvious rejection tone. If he hasn’t taken the hint already, he has to take it now, right?
“Okay, no date. Maybe just uh… a night together?”
Nope. You were stupid to think a man would ever take a hint.
His tone makes it obvious what he’s asking, he wants his head under your dress. He says it like he knows you’ll say yes.
“Oh, I’m celibate, actually,” you smile tersely. He gives you a look as if he doesn’t believe you.
“Really? A pretty girl like you isn’t interested in sex?” He raises an eyebrow, taking a step closer as if that’s gonna fix your supposed virginity. “I find that hard to believe, sweetheart.”
“Ah, too bad. Really sucks when not every living female wants to fuck you, huh?” You can’t help but mock, returning the raised brow. “Afraid it’s just gonna be you and your fist tonight.”
He scoffs, trying not to look as offended as he clearly feels. He finally seems to take the hint. “God, some special lady you are,” he grumbles, pushing off the chair he was leaning on and giving you a look before disappearing.
“Celibate? Really?” Leon chuckles when he finally gets to talk to you again, holding out a glass of wine for you. He knows first hand that you're just about the opposite of celibate. You’ve been out drinking together multiple times… one thing leads to another.
“Just a white lie, cant hurt,” you shrug with equal amusement. You finally sit down at your carefully scouted table right next to the exit for a quick, uninterrupted escape.
The rest of the night is as boring as you expected, but a couple more glasses of wine gets you through it. The millisecond you receive your awards—some bullshit that you don’t even think needs to be awarded—you and Leon are out of there. You’ve never been more happy to see your hotel room.
Taking your time undressing and relaxing for a while, eventually you turn in for sleep. You’re even wearing your cute silky set, all curled up under the sheets. And clutching them tightly. It’s literally freezing.
“Mmh, Leon…” you mumble, trying desperately to warm yourself up. You look over your shoulder at his bare back turned to you on the other side of the room. When did he take his shirt off? “Are you awake?”
After hearing a quiet grunt, you continue. “Are you cold? I’m freezing.”
“No. ‘S hot as hell,” he grumbles. He waits for you to say something else, and just as he’s about to offer you all his sheets, he hears shuffling from your bed. A moment later, he feels the mattress dip behind him and turns over to see you kneeling on the bed and inviting yourself in.
“Y’don’t mind if we cuddle?” You murmur, slipping under the covers. He swallows as he sees your cute pajamas with the lace and he can already tell this isn’t gonna end with just cuddling. He wordlessly opens his arms up for you, wrapping them around you when you make yourself the little spoon.
He makes sure the sheets are pulled up over your shoulders, rubbing your arms and thighs underneath to try to warm you up. “Still cold?”
Well, not really. You're very hot now, actually, but you nod your head, mumbling yes.
“Want me to warm you up another way?” Leon offers, his voice quiet and rough in that way that sends a shiver down your spine. He rubs his nose against your neck, fingers brushing up under your shirt. How are you supposed to resist?
“Yeah,” you nod against the pillow, squirming slightly as he rubs your side—ticklish little thing. You help shift your legs as he pushes your shorts and panties down.
“There you go. I got you,” he murmurs, sliding his hand back up the inside of your thigh. He kisses the side of your neck as his fingers part your soft curls to get to your pussy. You can feel him smirk against your skin when he feels how wet you are.
“Doesn’t feel very cold to me,” his warm digits spread your slick around, finding your clit with ease and gently circling it with his middle finger. You whine quietly, hands grabbing his forearm that’s around your waist.
You’re snug but not tight around his fingers, easily dipping them in your wet cunt and spreading you open. He shifts, almost draping himself over you to “keep you warm” as he fingers your needy little pussy and gets you nice and ready for him.
“Oh, Leon, right there,” you whisper into the pillow as he makes sure the heel of his hand is rubbing against your clit as he adds a third finger. Your hips lightly rock against his palm, your brows pulled into that soft crease that makes you look fucking adorable.
“Look at you, going around telling people you’re abstinent and yet you’re crawling into my arms,” Leon teases gently, curling his fingers in a slow, languid way that makes your spine straighten and your breath catch.
Just as you’re mumbling about getting close and about to cum, he takes his hand away with a kiss to your shoulder beside the strap of your top. You whine, but he turns you around in his arms with one of those dumb smirks.
“C’mon, girly, you’re on top tonight. Show me how celibate you claim you are, hm?” He taunts, bringing you with him as he rolls into his back, big hands on your soft hips.
“Ugh, how did I let you talk me into this? Didn’t we say we’d stop after last time?” You complain as you settle your hands on his bare chest, your naked hips lazily grinding against the tent in his pajama pants.
“We both know we can’t stop. ‘Sides, I barely talked to you, just tried to warm you up,” he grunts as you start dry humping him, rough hands sliding down your scarred thighs. Rubs his thumbs over the small, raised lines before giving you a light slap on the ass.
“Get going, princess. You’re slow,” he says with fake impatience, staring up at you with that cheesy smirk. You roll your eyes but start to pull down his sweats and boxers anyway.
Your hips shift restlessly with need as you grip his hard cock, giving it a couple light strokes before positioning yourself above him. With your eyes on your movements, you hold him still as you slowly sink down on him with a low, gravelly moan.
“Mmh—fuck, there you go. Hug me so nice,” he sighs with a grunt of your name as he watches you. You sit there on his cock, looking up at him expectantly. This is usually the part where he takes over again and holds you hips while he thrusts up into you.
He simply returns the look. Asshole. What happened to chivalry?
You sigh dramatically, your knees on either side of his waist as you find leverage with your hands behind you on his hard, strong thighs. You don’t usually do this part.
You suck in a breath, lifting yourself up a bit, and then back down with a soft moan. Up and down, up and down, grinding softly against him and keeping eye contact.
But it’s just not the same! Even as you keep up a nice rhythm, your soft moans getting louder and your grip getting tighter, he’s not deep enough. Not hitting the spots he usually gets.
“Leon, c’mon… it’s better when you do it,” you sigh as your hands come back to the front, tracing his abs as you do your damn best riding his cock. He simply stares, amused as his hands rub up and down your thighs.
“…Leon,” you say more firmly this time, hoping you can chastise him into fucking you. It doesn’t work, and you’re getting impatient. You groan dramatically, circling your hips as you lock your eyes on his. “Leon, just fuck me already! Fuck me hard!”
He can’t help but laugh. It gets him going to see you all frustrated, as much as he hates it when you’re anything but happy. Anyway, who’s he to deny you? His hands slides up to your hips, pausing to grope your ass before firmly planting themselves above your thighs.
“Careful what you wish for,” he murmurs before lifting you up and then pulling you back down to meet his thrust. A moan slips from both of you this time as your fingers dig into his bare chest.
“Mmh, fuck yeah Leon,” you groan, leaning back so you can see his face a bit better. Not for long, ‘cause then he pounds into you hard enough to pull out a high-pitched whine and make you throw your head back with pleasure,
“God, fuckin’ love that, don’t you? You can’t even ride me properly. Always need my help,” he grunts as his hips jump to meet yours every single time. He always scolds you in that sickly sweet voice that has your pussy dripping.
“Oh—mph! Right there—yeah, nail my shit, just like that,” you say breathlessly, your head dropping to his chest as one of your hands snakes beneath you to find your clit. A half moan-half growl slips from your lips as your back arches deliciously, teetering right on the edge.
“Jesus, cumming already? Needed it bad, did you?” He murmurs as he trails gentle, contradicting kisses compared to his rough thrusts against your shoulder. “Come on, sweetheart. Cum on my cock.”
It’s hard to hear his words over the squeaking of the bed and your own moans. Almost forgot you were in a hotel—no, you definitely did forget. That’s not what’s crossing your mind right now, though. You’re too busy crossing the finish line. Moaning his name, your fingers still on your clit as i grinds up into you to help you ride it out.
“That’s it, girly. Good girl,” Leon mumbles in your ears, rolling your hips against his pelvis. Once he’s decided you've had enough rest, he gently manhandles you onto your back, quickly pushing your legs up and squishing your knees against your tits as he gets right back to work.
His hands grip the backs of your thighs, his fingertips denting into the plush skin as he pounds into your pussy. His voice leaves him in harsh grunts and satisfied groans, his gaze fixed on his cock coming in and out of your soft cunt.
“Y-Y’know… how much it pissed me off… when that guy was flirting with you?” Leon grunts through gritted teeth, almost like he was trying to keep it back.
“Fuck… yeah?” You question through your sex haze. You guys don’t really talk about other people, or your feelings. Especially not towards each other. So to have him essentially admit that he’s jealous.
“Yeah, princess. Couldn’t believe he thought he had a chance with… you,” his words come out a little slurred—he always talks too much when he gets close. You whine softly, the jealousy woven in his voice making your insides quiver.
His hands grip tighter on your thighs, not enough to bruise but definitely no less than firm. He leans over you a bit, putting a little more of his weight on top of you as he fucks you harder. He barely manages to remember he didn’t use a condom, whining pathetically as he uses all the forces of his self restraint to pull out.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck…” he whispers under his breath, one big hand pushing your thighs together as he strokes himself with the other. You make sure you’ve got a front row seat to see his brows furrowed and your name falling helplessly from his lips.
Leon moans your name, his head falling back as he finally pours his hot, sticky cum all over the backs of your thighs. Rope after rope lands on the soft flesh, making him moan a little more as he squeezes as much as he can out of the tip. You look so pretty like that, he’d take a picture if he knew you wouldn’t kill him.
“Oh god… so perfect, sweetie. Did so well,” he mumbles lazily stroking himself a little longer before letting go. He smears a bit of jizz across your skin before bringing his thumb up to your mouth, letting you lick it off.
It takes a moment to recover with his thighs feeling like they’re on fire, but eventually he pats your hip and gets up. He finds a small towel in the bathroom and runs it under warm water to come clean you up. Once you have everything you need, he puts your panties back on and double checks that you're nice and cozy as his little spoon after a very abstinent night.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
The light wakes you up in the morning, streaming in through the thin curtains. You grumble, waking up and shaking Leon’s shoulder awake soon after. He kisses you and says thanks for last night, before the two of you return to your “normal friendly mission partners” routine.
Just as Leon closes the door behind you, about to head out to go home, you glance over at the sound of the persom in the next room over leaving as well.
The last thing you expected was to lock eyes with the man who tried to hit on you at the event, looking tired as hell, as if he didn’t get any sleep.
“…you didn’t sound very celibate to me.”
a/n: hi hope u enjoyed!! any notes always super duper appreciated 🙌
summary: everything that happens between your mii and Leon’s mii on your island starts to happen irl… 👀
cw: uhhh nothing rlly its all fluff 🤷♀️ short and silly also not proofread
a/n: featuring things that have happened on my own island 😏 as you can see in the pictures above of my switch ☝️ with Kurtis Conner and Danny Gonzalez talking abt me on the left and Terri Joe falling in love with Weston Koury on the right. is my island goated or what
You haven’t put down your switch since you got the stupid game when it came out. The second you have free time, you’re opening up tomodachi life and seeing what your miis are doing. You even started bringing the damn thing to work and played it on your breaks.
That’s what you’re doing now, sitting in the break room with one of your coworkers on the age-old leather couch as she sits close to watch you play. Currently, you’re watching Dean Winchester try to confess his love for Fluttershy. He’s had a crush on her for what feels like months!
“No! Fluttershy just freaking fumbled… they would’ve been so cute,” you whine, watching as Dean falls to the ground with despair, a blue cloud of depression appearing around the mii after he was rejected. Millee, your friend, chuckles from beside you.
“I feel like she would…” she starts, but pauses as something catches her eye. Then she turns to you again, shaking you, clearly struck with an idea. “Oh my god, you should make Leon!”
Leon’s been your mini work crush since you started. The first time you met him, you fumbled over your words so bad, he gave you a genuine look of concern. Millee teases you about it all the time.
“Wait, you’re freaking smart. I can’t believe I haven’t done that already,” you giggle along with her, putting cheering Dean up to the side for now as you select the option to make a new mii.
The two of you spend like ten minutes making a character identical to Leon, debating on facial features. Once you get one that looks accurate enough, you add his traits and finish by placing his house right next to yours.
“Aw wait, he’s so cute,” you smile, petting the mii’s head and giving him an outfit. Millee makes a joke about drawing on his muscles with the creative features of the game and you laugh as you drag your freshly made Leon over to your own lookalike mii.
You watch eagerly as the two miis interact, then you get a “what’s going on with …?”. You and Millee pause your snickering as you watch the cutscene play out—Leon is speaking, and then it pans to your mii, who suddenly goes wide-eyed with pink cheeks. You just fell in love with Leon.
“What!” You exclaim as she says she thinks she’s in love with him. Millee can’t hold back her snickering as you look between her and the screen in shock. Turns out your mii is more accurate than you thought…
“What are you guys giggling about?”
The sudden voice snaps you out of your little bubble and you look up, not expecting to see… well, Leon. When the hell did he get here?
“Wh-what? Oh, uhm, we’re… playing a game,” you manage to get out with minor stuttering, suddenly not laughing at all. Millee, on the other hand, is barely keeping it in. Clearly amused, he approaches and glances down at your lap to see what you’re doing.
“The hell is that?” Stirring his coffee, he sits on your other side with an amused smile, much to your brain’s dismay and your heart’s pleasure. You look back down to see it’s still on the pink screen with your mii looking flustered, letting you choose whether or not she’ll have a crush on her new friend.
“It’s, uhm, a new game. Tomodachi life,” you say as you quickly allow your mii’s infatuation and immediately skip her lines and click away to another character before he can notice what you were doing. Millee’s still giggling beside you.
Leon leans in a little to watch you as you return to your earlier task of cheering Dean up. His brows furrow slightly as he watched you feed the mii and pet his head to make his sadness go down.
“So, what, they’re like your little pets?” He jokes, his eyes locking with yours briefly before returning to your switch. It’s odd, seeing you all professional in your pinstripe slacks and blouse while you’re playing some silly paradise game.
“Sure… something like that. You just, er, take care of them. And decorate your island,” you mumble shyly, shrugging. You don’t think you’ve ever been more embarrassed in your life. “Ah, look at the time! Should be getting back to work now.”
Millee barely contains herself as she watches you quickly shut off your switch and make a show of standing up and stretching. You say bye to Leon and she follows you out back to your desk where she teases you relentlessly.
Okay, the first time you brushed off as a coincidence, but this is just getting ridiculous. The closer your miis get on your island, the closer you get in real life.
One day you were playing, you hovered over your miis talking, and it said they were discussing the correlation between the pigeon pet between them and a rock album. Next day rolls around, you catch eye of a pigeon outside the window at work. Leon notices and comes up behind you, telling you the way its feathers stuck up on its head made it look like a rockstar. It was stupid. You blushed furiously.
Leon’s mii asks you to give him a new room when you’re playing on your break. When you pass by him later, he’s telling another coworker about how he finally got around to decorating his apartment since moving there months ago.
When your mii gets the hiccups, you drag Leon over to help her. What do you know, the next morning you try to keep your hiccups minimal at your desk, and when Leon pats you on the back, they go away!
When your miis finally become official friends while you’re playing in the morning before work, you don’t think anything of it. Stupid move on your part, because then you’re not prepared for when Leon calls you his friend to someone else at work.
And that’s only some of them. You don’t even like to talk about how you saw a cloud that looks like Leon, exactly like yourself in your game. This is so stupid. So. Freaking. Stupid.
“Millee, I swear, it’s driving me nuts. I almost wanna delete him off my island, but then he’d move away in real life!” You groan, on call with her while you sit in bed after a shower… playing tomodachi life. You’re trying to get Smiski and Saiki K to stop fighting.
Silence passes over the phone for a moment as you play your game and your friend does whatever she’s busy with tonight. Once your miis make up, you go to check on your other ones, and to your surprise, Leon has a pink bubble.
When you click on it to see what he’s thinking about, he tells you that he can’t get your mii off his mind. You giggle in surprise as you tell Millee about it, staring at the screen. Then you decide to tell him that “It must be love!”
The whole pink cutscene plays out. But you really brush it off this time, because why would Leon have a crush on you in real life? This is gonna be where all the weird shit ends. Now the two miis are crushing on each other, and you go on with taking care of your other residents.
The next day, Millee quietly watches both you and Leon. She doesn’t know if she believes you or not. Plus, she agrees with you—Leon doesn’t seem like the time to have any crushes at all.
So, imagine her surprise when she catches Leon watching you in the copy room. Whatever file he was looking for is momentarily forgotten as his eyes switch between your hands and your face.
At first it doesn’t quite click, but when he clears his throat and looks away with… blush on his cheeks? She definitely believes you now. Leon Kennedy totally has a crush on you!
The only problem is, you never notice. It’s obvious on your tomodachi island that you have a crush on each other, but you’re both much more subtle in reality. Millee just silently keeps track of it, lining up your island activities with what she sees.
Today, you sit in the break room, playing like usual. Currently putting off going back to work, you check on all your miis. “Nana you're supposed to move in with Hachi, not Twilight Sparkle,” you mumble, frustrated. Why can’t your miis ever do what you want them to?
You glance up as Millee sits next to you. You don’t say anything to each other as she watches you play, like always. Something catches your eye—Leon has another pink bubble.
“Uh oh,” you murmur jokingly, checking in to see what he wants. He tells you he’s ready to confess to your mii! You roll your eyes and go through with it, having him ask her out with a gift—a Sonny angel blind box. Millee, on the other hand, keeps note of that.
The both of you watch the scene okay out with giggles. Of course your mii accepted and the two are dating! It makes you a little happier than you’d like to admit. Then you go on with your day, thinking nothing of it.
After work, you talk with Millee in the parking lot, something you do when you get the chance to park close to each other. It’s casual, normal. At least until you spot Leon leaving work as well, and he’s… is he walking towards you? You share a look with your friend.
“Hey you two,” he says casually as he stops by you, and with the small smile he gives to you specifically, it doesn’t take long for your cheeks to turn pink. Millee takes a step back, as if to give you privacy—she knows what’s about to happen, and doesn’t waste any time pulling out her phone.
“Got any plans tonight?” Leon asks in this sweet voice, his voice a little softer than usual.
Your poor heart can’t handle this kind of treatment, thumping against your ribs as you shake your head. “No, just going home.”
He nods, and looks away for a moment. Then he pulls something out of his pocket and holds it out for you. “You like these weird baby things, don’t you? I got it for you.”
You blink, gaze shifting to the Sonny angel box in his hand, then his face, and back down. It hasn’t even connected in your head that this just happened on your tomodachi island.
“Really…? Thanks, Leon, you didn’t have to,” you say with a small smile, gratefully accepting the gift and turning it over in your hands. It’s the marine series, too, the one you’ve been wanting to get for a while.
“Well, comes at a price,” he says with this stupid cheeky smirk that makes your heart squeeze. You look up at him with an expectant look. “Now you have to go on a date with me.”
There’s a moment of silence between you. It feels like it’s been minutes—you’re stood there, frozen, completely surprised. Did he just ask you out? Did he just ask you out with a Sonny angel? Wait, did he just ask you out on a date?!
“I… uhm, yeah, I’d love to,” you barely manage to stammer out when you’ve regained coherency… for now. You lose it again later when you finally realize that he asked you the exact same way he did on your island.
Living the dream has a whole new meaning for you now.
a/n: so this was supposed to be WAY shorter guys I have no idea where that went wrong. anyway sorry if this is buns!! also i’m back from london so hopefully i can lock in and write like the 20 ideas i have written in my notes… expect from me soon!! ✌️
comments likes and reblogs always appreciated!! thanks for reading
headcannons of what Leon would do with different kinds of pets 🤔 I know I missed a lot of them obviously but I got really lazy 😔 also do NOT expect these to be accurate I’ve only ever had dogs so the other ones are prolly buns as freak!!!
only fluff no smut ✌️ he can be ur bf or just a friend it’s not specific 🤷♀️
🐕 dogs . . . . . . . .
Dogs are hard for Leon. If you had a bigger dog—especially a German shepherd or doberman—he can’t let his guard down. All he can see is those stupid zombie dogs that almost cost him his life. He’ll still be nice and love your dog, still take them on walks and play around with them, but he can’t stare at them for too long.
But if you have a little lap dog? Oh, you can’t pull him away. Every time he comes over he’ll pick up your dog and cuddle with them the whole time. If your dog is a little stupid looking, too, he’ll crush the poor thing with how tight he hugs them. You had him dogsit for you when you were on vacation with your family and came back at night to find him taking a nap with your puppy curled up in his arms. It was easily the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.
🐈 kitties . . . . . . . .
Leon loves cats. Period. He acts nonchalant, but when he sees one, he straightens up and tries to pretend he doesn’t wanna pick them up and cuddle them. He’s very respectful about animals and doesn’t try to smother them or force his love onto them. So, if the cat’s willing to come to him, he’s on cloud nine. Does all the rounds; behind the ear, under the chin, down the back and up the tail.
If you have a friendly cat, Leon can’t bring himself to leave them alone. You watch, amused, as he picks up the kitty and scratches their tummy. When you’re having a movie night, he puts your cat on his lap and strokes their soft fur the whole time while they nuzzle into his touch. He’s hardly paying attention to the movie because he’s watching the cat.
However, if your cat’s reserved, it’s a different story. He tries to be as welcoming as possible when he first meets them, crouching and offering his hand but your cat wanders away, uninterested. He tries every time he comes over. It’s not until one night that you’re studying together at your place, and your cat comes over and jumps right onto his lap. They knead his thighs before curling up for a nap as you both stare in awe, any hopes of studying gone with the wind. Leon acts calm and very slowly, very gently pets the cat, a deep pride and satisfaction settling in his chest. For such a strong agent, the thing that makes him finally complete is your kitty choosing him.
🐇 bunnies . . . . . . . .
(i’m not familiar with them so this might be buns 👀) When you first told Leon that you had a pet bunny, the last thing he expected when he met the rabbit was to absolutely adore them. He’s only really seen them on his occasional, more rural missions, so he didn’t care much for them until he got to pet yours. You take very good care of your bun, he could tell that much when he felt their soft fur. He’d even go as far to see the little furball is even cuter than you! When he’s at your place, he takes almost every chance he can get to play with your bunny. It’s mostly just him watching them hop around and their little nose twitch, but his hearts breaks a little every time he has to put them back in their enclosure.
🐹 hamsters . . . . . . . .
Similarly to bunnies, Leon didn’t expect to care much for your little hamster pet. His friends had hamsters, and he had to be there when the poor rodent died not even a year later. But his friends were dumb. You’re a pro. This hamster is living the best life they could possibly have—giant cage with lots of bedding and toys, yummy food, and 24/7 care from you. He can tell how much you love them, which maybe adds to why he oddly feels so paternal towards the tiny mammal. When you’re not around, he feeds the hamster extra just to watch their tiny cheeks get all puffed up as they shovel food into their mouth. “Woah bro, slow down. You’re gonna get fat eating like that…” he murmurs as he pours a little more food into the tiny bowl.
🦄 horses . . . . . . . .
You thought it would be funny to see how Leon does with your horses. And part of you just wanted to see if he’d make a good cowboy, hence making him wear old western clothes when you brought him along to the barn. He definitely looked way better than you expected him to, and unfortunately he noticed you trying to peek at him out of the corner of your eye. He focuses back on the horse though when you give him a light shove ‘cause his ego’s gotten too big to pay attention to your instructions on putting on the bridle. He’s ridden a horse before, so at least you’ve gotten that part down. You send him off, make him ride around the arena for a while. Most guys you know don’t care for their ponies much, but you're stood there wondering if you should just give your steed to the guy because he acts like they’re fucking tied at the soul. Even just five minutes up there, and you think he’s about to get married to your horse the way he’s praising them.
a/n: i was lowkey gonna add raccoons ‘cause they’re my favorite animals but then i got lazy 😬 anyway lmk if there’s any inaccuracies i should fix pls don’t be afraid to tell me I didn’t research anything at all!!
Special thanks to @theycallmedarling for proofreading and for fixing my awful English and for @loveiscosmicsin for the support and suggestions. Was inspired by @cryran88 's fic.
cw: nsfw, p in v sex, oral (f!receiving), safe sex, condom, one night stand, daddy kink (duh), leon is a big pervert but also a sweetheart, vacation, reader is a BIG cougar (or is it panther i don’t remember)
wc: 5.2k
a/n: cross posted from my ao3! thought everyone over here might like it 🤷🏼♀️ i have a couple more oneshots on there if u wanna check those out 😏 also the title is from the song by abba if u didn’t catch that… i always think of leon when i hear it LOL so i wrote this a while ago!!!
Leon sighs as he settles into a beach chair under an ironic red and white umbrella, an ice cold beer in his hand. After years of countless missions and work, the government finally, finally gave him a vacation! For a whole week! Lucky him!
He wasn’t quite sure where to go. Thought about seeing one of the many national parks he has free access to but never the time, or maybe visit Europe without worrying about a zombie on his back every second. Hunnigan suggested somewhere tropical, and with no other ideas, he splurged a bit with the excessive amount of money he doesn’t use and booked a flight to Hawaii. Can’t really get more tropical than that.
Didn’t have anyone to drag along with him either, so here is, watching the ocean by himself. The beach isn’t too crowded, at least. A couple kids playing in the water, a family a bit aways to his right and an old couple to his left. There’s a group of girls he can hear giggling nearby but doesn’t pay too much attention to it.
The most surprising part is that Leon actually feels relaxed. For once in his life, the DSO has promised not to call him no matter the emergency. He doesn’t really believe them, but the gentle lapping of the waves on the shore washes it away from his mind for a while. The beer helps too, but that’s a given.
He lets his thoughts wander for a while, rawdogging the view with not even a phone in his hand. Old fashioned, he’d say. After a couple hours, the beach gets a little more full and his beer is gone so he sighs and gets up. Groans quietly as he stretches and feels his joints pop.
Well, the sun’s setting now. No other idea of where to wander himself off to, he spots a beach bar and decides a fruity cocktail wouldn’t hurt.
Your older cousin is helping you get instagram pictures a bit aways from the bar, in her natural habitat getting your best angles as you pose in front of the sunset. Usually you’re very adamant on not taking pictures because you end up hating them all, but she insisted, and you’ve fawned over her perfectly aesthetic and cool photo dumps since you got the app in middle school.
“Oh, right there! If this isn’t your profile picture after…” she trails off as she locks in again. Your ‘right there’ pose is a look of shock thanks to the sexiest man you’ve ever seen alive that just walked past you. Older, taller, morally gray, not to mention the biggest god damn biceps you’ve ever seen. Daddiest of daddies. The same age as your own dad, if not older.
”God, you look so good in that bikini. Do you remember when our moms made us get those matching—what’s with that look on your face?” She follows your gaze, squinting before finally realizing it must be that guy who’s just sat at the bar. She knows you like older guys, and thus knows exactly what you’re thinking.
“Oh… okay, the other ones I could get behind because at least they were early thirties, but that one is at least 45!”
”Nat, look at his fucking biceps!” You whisper yell a her, taking your phone back as you finally snap out of your starstruckedness. Your eyes, however, are still staring at Leon, the way his muscles move under his skin when he hands his card to the bartender. You’re not the best at flirting, but you’d be an idiot not to try.
”Don’t do it…” Natalie warns, giving you a look as she sees your lips quirk up. You squint, waiting for him to turn… yes! No ring!
”It’s fine, he’ll probably turn me down anyway, I just wanna say hi,” you reply, glancing behind her at your other cousin who’s just returned from the bathroom. They both share a look and a sigh, knowing they’re not gonna be able to hold you back.
”Fine… but be careful, girlie. Give us a look and we’ll come save you,” your other cousin says, crossing his arms. You do a fist bump of victory, trying to brush your nerves off before approaching.
Leon thanks the bartender when he gets his drink, some fruity paradise bullshit with a stupid name that he knows he’ll probably order four more of. He’s having a grand old time in his own world, until he gets pulled out of it by someone sliding onto the stool next to him.
”Excuse me, mister, aren’t you too hot to be sitting here all by yourself?” You question with a sly smile, deliberately crossing one leg over the other and leaning against the bar in a way that subtly pushes up your chest. Leon looks immediately, and then curses himself for doing so. He's not a perv, you just caught him off guard! He swears!
”Oh, you think so? You’re pretty good at flattery, sweetheart,” he says, turning towards you. Somehow, getting hit on is just about the last thing he was expecting from this trip. Especially not by a younger girl. He thought he was long out of the game.
“Just calling it as I see it,” you hum, letting your eyes take the lead in imagining what’s under his shirt as you ‘absentmindedly’ trace the hem of your bikini top, teasing. You try to think of something your parents would ask for small talk. “You on, uh, a solo trip?”
”Sure,” he shrugs, not wanting to bore you with the details. It’s not something our twenty-something mind needs to worry about. He glances around, spotting several boys much closer to your own age. Taking off his sunglasses, he turns back to you. “What’s brought you next to me, hm? Takin’ pity on me?”
”I think it’s the other way around,” you reply with a short laugh, bouncing your foot that’s not supported, lightly brushing his leg.
“You want me to buy you a drink then? Is that it?” He questions, lips quirking up in a smirk. You falter slightly. You could say yes, but our cousins are watching, and if you drink something they’re definitely putting a stop to this. It’s so early to drop the bomb, though.
”Uh, I hate to say no, but… I’m not quite old enough to drink, mister,” you decline, shaking your head, looking a little more shy compared to your bold flirting. Leon blinks. He thought you were in your mid twenties, but you can’t even drink. Can you even drive?
”…no? You’re not 21?” He clarifies, brows furrowing now. He almost feels like he needs to push his drink away from your eyesight now. God, you’re so gonna get him in trouble. “How old are you then, cutie?”
Your hesitation is enough of an answer as it is, not to mention the way you glance away again. It’s cute, but hes way more focused on your response. You tap your nails on the bar. “I’m… almost 20.”
Almost 20. You’re 19, barely even legal. You’re literally less than half his age. He already felt like a creep, sitting next to you with grey streaks in his hair and a salt and pepper stubble. Now he feels like he needs to go turn himself in, get an ankle monitor too. That’s his brain telling him it’s the right thing to do, he's annoyed at his guts for not twisting with guilt. Not even a pinch.
“Jesus, girl. You’re just a baby,” Leon chuckles in disbelief, scratching his cheek. Why isn’t he turning you away? “I couldn’t take a chance on a chick like you.”
”No? But mister, I promise I know what I want,” you whine playfully, just playing it up for the fun of it now. You know you’re not getting in his pants, as much as you’d like to dive right in. “I’m not a kid.”
”Uh huh. Does your mother know that you’re out, honey?” He scoffs, but not meanly. What the hell kind of daddy issues have you got that pushed you to flirt with him? “You sure you don’t have a curfew?”
You're trying hard to keep up with the flirty game, but do you really stand a chance when he says those words to you? With that deep, rough voice of his and the crows feet at the corners of his eyes when he smirks at you? You could melt into his lap right now.
“I’m an adult, mom’s not in charge of me anymore,” you giggle, trying to play sly still. It’s like you’re playing in mom’s makeup, though, with the way your eyes are all sparkly and swirling with warmth as you stare up at him.
”I can chat with you, baby, since you think it’s so funny. But you should slow down,” Leon warns teasingly, still not sure why he hasn’t patted your head and told you to run along. He brushes some hair from your face. “Flirting with men twice your age is no way to go.”
”I’m just… making conversation,” you murmur, a little distracted by his touch even though his fingers never actually kiss your skin. If you’re being honest, this is the closest you’ve gotten to actually getting with an older man. “It’s called being polite, mister.”
”Call me Leon, sweetheart,” he says, shifting slightly when he feels the toe of your flip flop brush his calf again. You give him your own name in return, feeling your cheeks turn a bit pink for a reason you can’t quite identify.
”Leon,” you say in a lower, softer voice. You pause, glancing at your cousins and the lack of brightness in the sky. You turn back to him, your pretty lips giving him one of those smiles. He knows what that means
”Look, princess, you’re cute. I like your style. But you’re still just a teen, little girl,” he sighs, eyes betraying him and finding your lips as his hand comes up to hold your chin, thumb rubbing so gently at your jaw. You almost visibly melt at his touch, and do you even know that you're giving him puppy dog eyes right now?
Jesus, this is low, even for him.
”I think you would be better off with a boy your own age, cutie.”
”Well I think I would be better off spending the night with you,” you say quietly, your foot now deliberately rubbing up and down his leg. You’re stubborn, he’ll give you that.
”I’m really too old for you, miss. You’ll get me in trouble.” So why is he still here, letting you sit next to him?
“Please? You won’t even notice I’m there,” you plead, trying really hard now. You’ve never put so much effort into flirting before.
”That’s not true. I can’t keep my eyes off of you,” Leon admits as his thumb swipes over the corner of your mouth, becoming more and more bemused by your lips. When did you get so close, anyway?
”Just one night, mister,” you whisper, looking up at him with big doe eyes that you desperately hope are working as you turn your head slightly to press a kiss to the pad of his thumb. He sighs, brows furrowing as he watches you, conflicted. “No one has to know.”
“One night. Then you need to find a boy your own age,” he finally relents, kissing your cheek. He's on vacation, anyway, and you’re clearly not gonna give up. He’ll never see you again after this, and all will be well.
The second Leon closes the door behind him and provides you the privacy of the suite he spent a little extra money on, you eagerly reach for him, tugging him into a kiss. He lets out a small sigh against your lips, his hand that had been on the small of your back wrapping around your waist now.
”Someone’s impatient,” he murmurs, kissing you back and lightly biting your lower lip. You can feel your heart beating in your chest, your whole body thrumming with excitement.
His hand finds the back of your neck, tilting your head so he can slip his tongue in your mouth. You gasp softly, making his lips twitch into an almost smile. He figured you’d be at least a little inexperienced, but you’re a better kisser than he expected. Must be a natural.
Your arms wind around his neck as he picks you up, forcing a surprised noise out of you. God, you could tell he was strong, but he scoops you up like you’re nothing. It’s way hotter than it needs to be.
He sits on the edge of the bed with you in his lap, pulling you as close as he can. You literally fit into him, just like a puzzle piece. His hands wander your half naked body, leaving hot trails of pleasure that your skin doesn’t know how to react to. It’s never felt like this before.
“You’ve done this before, right?” Leon asks just in case, kissing along your jawline now and down your neck. He can feel you trying your best not to squirm, sensitive little thing.
”Uhm, only a couple times,” you reply, your legs squeezing his waist as you try to stay still. Were you always this restless? You don’t quite remember. “Is that bad?”
”No, princess. ‘S good,” he shakes his head, finding a sensitive spot on your neck just under your ear. His hands squeeze and rub your thighs, trying to get you to relax and not turn yourself to stone on his lap. “Relax, girl. I don’t mind if you squirm.”
You tilt your head to the side, biting your lip to at least muffle the little whimper crawling out of your throat. He's way better at giving you hickies than any of the boys you made out with in high school.
Leon pulls away after a moment, finger slipping under your bikini strap as he gives you a look. You don’t have to think before you nod. He pulls the string around your back and then the one around your neck, letting your top fall away.
You're pretty sure your brain loses a circuit when he licks his lips, staring right at your breasts. One arm stays around your waist, his free hand gently cupping one and kissing the soft skin. You're worried your nails might rip his shirt with the way your grip tightens when he starts laving at the nipple.
”Shit, haven’t gotten it up this quick in a while,” he grunts with a short chuckle, his hand coming down to your hip which is only just now making you realize you’ve been rocking your hips this whole time. Fucking dry humping him and you had no clue. The friction felt so good that you just didn’t even recognize it, but now there’s no mistaking the firm tent you're sitting on.
“Can I eat you, baby?” He asks in a raspy voice, looking up at you. A little breathless, you don’t respond for a moment, threading your fingers through his hair. Then you smile.
”You’re giving me puppy eyes,” you giggle, your gaze darting between his sharp blue eyes, the little sparkle in them as he gives you an expectant look. Like an old dog still begging for a treat. “Yeah, you can eat me… daddy.”
”Cheeky girl,” he groans, turning and laying you down on the bed. He’s been called that before but it’s different coming from you. He asks before taking off your bikini bottoms, smirking as he feels how wet they are.
”Good thing these are made to get wet, would’ve soaked them otherwise,” he teases, tossing them aside. Leon sighs as he finally spreads your legs and gets a good look at you.
“What’s that look for?” You ask, half joking and half worried something’s wrong. The answer you receive is a kiss to your clit and a broad stripe licked up your slit. Humming in pleasure, your hand finds his hair again, keeping him there.
Leon quite literally makes slurping noises as he laps up your slick, dipping his tongue in your hole when he’s licked your chubby lips clean. His rough stubble scratches your sensitive skin, making you shiver.
”God, you're… f-fuck—really good at that,” you moan softly, only able to keep your thighs open with the help of his hands keeping a nice hold on them. One of them leaves the plush skin to thumb little circles on your clit—didn’t take him long to find it, unlike last time you got laid…
He doesn’t pull back for a breath once, just keeps rubbing your clit and eating your pussy. Holds your ankle to the back of your thigh, lets out hums and moans of satisfaction especially when you tug on his hair a little. The incredibly lewd, wet sounds that would put a nun in a coma is something that you didn’t particularly expect to turn you on.
“Close? You’re quiverin’,” he mumbles against your chubby pussy lips, his tongue dipping inside your hole and licking up the walls of your cute cunt. Every ridge and crevice that he can reach doesn’t go unexplored by his tongue. Leon faintly hears you whine out a yes, too distracted otherwise.
Only takes a couple more circles on your clit before you're pulling harder on his hair and arching your back. Mumbling something about “Leon, Leon, daddy”—you're serious about it this time around, don’t even realize it’s slipped from your pretty lips. Your poor daddy issues cant help it.
”Uh huh, there you go, atta girl,” he rumbles, rubbing up and down your soft thighs to help you down.
You melt into the bed as he kisses up your belly and then your cheek, and you can smell your own scent on his mouth. Always makes you ick when it’s on your fingers, but somehow it’s hot on him.
”Ready for me or need another minute?” He asks gently, and you blink your hazy eyes to look up at him. Already going for round two like he didn’t just give you the best orgasm of your life. Hey, when did his clothes come off?
Your finger traces down his forearm to his own digits before you decide.
”Mmh, ready…” you murmur, almost feeling sleepy when his big hand rubs your side. You wake up when you hear something tear open, seeing him open a condom with his teeth. You feel yourself frown slightly.
You've always been very adamant on safe sex—God only knows what teenage boys carry. But you're on the pill, and he’s so hot and so sweet to you…
”Nnh, wait. ‘M on the pill,” you stop him before he can roll it on. You can see the gears turning in his head as he looks up at you.
”…It’s okay, sweetheart. Still shouldn’t risk it with a man you barely know,” he says, shaking his head as he tugs the latex down his length.
Damn it. Did he have to be hot and considerate?? Aren’t old men supposed to be perverts who would jump out of their pants the second a bit of cleavage is shown?? He’s middle aged and rough inside and out, shouldn’t he be refusing to do anything but raw skin to skin?!
Well, not like you’re gonna protest or anything, cant scare him away. Leon grunts as he leans over you again, one hand holding him up by your waist, the other rubbing his thumb up your slit to make sure you’re still wet. He hisses a breath through his teeth when he feels your warmth against his tip, guiding it up and down over your cunt.
”Ready, baby? You let me know if it hurts too much, yeah? Don’t wanna see your pretty face in pain,” he says gently, but you can feel the roughness in his voice down to your bones. One hand clutching the sheets and the other on his forearm you nod, eyes glancing between his and his cock in his hand.
He takes a deep breath, staring down at your entrance. He prods your hole with the pink head, his brain seeing through the sex fog to wonder if he’s really about to fuck a girl almost a third of his age. Doesn’t take long for the fog to cover back up as he puts the tip in, making you both moan.
”Yeah… relax for me, princess. I know, it’s a stretch, huh? It’s okay, I’m right here,” Leon doesn’t even know if you can hear him, you look so lost, but he says it anyway. “A little more—ngh, yeah, good girl. Doing so good. Gonna go slow for you, honey.”
Your poor little pussy, doesn’t know what to do with such a big cock! You try to relax as much as you can, but you’re already trying to squeeze him. For a second you think you might be inadvertently trying to push him out, but that’s cut off by your whine as your greedy little cunt sucks him right back in.
”Fuck. Almost there,” he sighs, hand leaving his dick to grab your thigh again, but he still watches. His sweet blue eyes flick back up to see your face, and he coos at your glossy eyes. “Oh, don’t cry baby. Daddy’s right here.”
The way his tone is just slightly mocking makes your body lubricate itself just enough to get him the rest of the way in, earning a groan from the both of you. A couple tears slip—happy tears you claim, you’re just a little overwhelmed.
For fucks sake, you're so pretty when you cry. Leon’s not sadistic but your watery, shiny eyes and the small little hiccup from your throat is just fucking adorable.
“Aw, sweet girl, it’s okay. ‘M right here. Just needed me to take care of you, hm? Needed it so bad,” he teases in a sweet tone as both of his hands rub up and down your thighs now, holding them up. Look so pretty like that. You sniffle and nod, then a moment later, tell him meekly that he can move.
He nods, grunting as he pulls back just a couple inches and then sinks right back in. God, your pussy doesn’t want him to leave. He starts a shallow, slow rhythm, building it up as you start to relax more and get used to the feeling of his sized cock filling you out.
“There we go. Takin’ me so good,” he grunts, fingers squeezing your thighs as he presses your knees a little further towards your chest. This way he can see the way your swollen little pussy sandwiches his cock.
“Really good, daddy,” you whine, squirming when he really grinds into you. Your hands reach up, grabbing onto his shoulders, trying to pull him closer.
Leon never exactly expected to be calling himself daddy to a barely legal girl, but here he is whispering, “good girl, love it when daddy fills you up, don’t ya?”
He has your legs hooked over his elbows, folding you as he presses weight on top of you. You just want him so close. He rests his head on your chest, letting out gruff sounds against your skin as he slides in and out of you.
”Shit, squeezin’ real tight there. Greedy little thing doesn’t like it when I leave,” he says mindlessly, not really sure if he’s talking to you or himself.
Your sweet little moans are music to his goddamn ears. You’re not crying anymore, but your eyes are still glossy and your breath gets a little hitch every now and then. It’s got him giving a little twitch inside you.
“Oh! Oh, Leon!” You gasp, squirming beneath him. He props himself up on his elbows, looking down at you as you tilt your head back into the pillows with a heavy breath. Must’ve hit that good spot, he realizes.
”Yeah? Right there, baby? Use your words,” he encourages softly with a grunt, picking the pace up a little. His hands are at the perfect angle to gently hold onto your biceps. His fingers almost wrap all the way around.
”N-ngh… uh-huh, right there daddy,” you whine, nails scratching up his back. He can hardly understand you, but he’s not gonna be mean, he gets the gist.
Leon grunts in approval, sitting up just slightly to let your legs fall back on the bed, but you choose to wrap them around his waist instead, plush thighs encasing his sides.
You feel so good—he can’t remember the last time he genuinely felt blissful during sex, but right now he’s completely lost in you. So pussy drunk, cant think of anything other than how beautiful you are and how good your sweet cunt is.
He keeps up the thrusts, letting out quiet grunts and groans when you squeeze him real good. Doesn’t notice how bad you’ve been whining until you're digging your heels into his lower back and clawing at his shoulders, babbling about being close.
”Oh, uh-huh. Gonna cum? Want daddy to let you cum?” He mumbles in your ear, his rough voice making you squirm as you nod eagerly.
“Wanna cum, wanna cum, wanna cum,” you ramble breathlessly, mewling when he starts rubbing at your clit. You’ve never sounded more pathetic in your life; not that it’s on your mind. Head’s too fuzzy for any kind of big girl thinking.
”Almost there, sweetheart—fuck—right there, I’m right there with you,” he whispers in your ear, looping his arm around your waist to hold onto you as he rubs your clit a little harder.
The little knot in your belly gets tighter tighter tighter until it finally snaps, your back arching up into him and hand desperately gripping onto him as you moan his name loudly, eyes rolling into the back of your head. You’ve never came that good.
”Shit—Jesus, there you go, such a good girl,” Leon sighs, his breath fanning your cheek as he rams into you harder and harder. With your pussy still squeezing him as he rides you through your orgasm, he gets one last firm thrust in before he stills, a gravely moan being muffled by your chest as he grinds his hips into yours.
Finally letting his muscles loosen, he lowers himself onto you as slowly as he can so he doesn’t crush you. Once he's got his head on your chest and his legs stretched out, you still seem comfy so he relaxes on top of you.
”Mmh… good girl,” he mumbles absentmindedly as he pets your side. He listens to your heartbeat start to slow down and your breathing even out, your body relaxing as well. You hum softly in reply, eyes half lidded as you smooth over the scratches you left on his skin, feeling a little bad about those.
”Sleepy?” You hear his gentle voice next to your ear, giving your hip a pat before rolling off of you, pulling out as well. His back aches a little and reminds him he’s definitely not young anymore, not like you are.
You nod, watching as he pulls the condom off. Leon spends a few minutes taking care of you, wiping you clean with a warm towel and getting you some cold water. Massages your achey thighs and kisses your tummy as he tugs your bikini bottoms back up your legs because you told him you don’t like to sleep naked. Pulls his shirt over your head for you as well.
“Damn, little lady,” he sighs when you cuddle up against his side, laying your head on his chest. His rough fingers start to detangle your messy hair. “Turning me into a spring chicken again.”
”Gross, don’t say that,” you mumble against his pec, your heavy eyes falling closed as his warm chuckle rings in your ears. He says something else that you don’t quite hear, too sleepy. A little longer and you're off to dreamland, thinking of the big arm wrapped around you and the scruffy stubble in your neck or between your thighs.
”Goodnight princess,” Leon whispers to you even if you don’t hear him. He rubs up and down your back for a little while before the post-sex sleepiness settles into his mind too.
You squint at the sudden light pooling into the room, rousing you awake. Takes your sleepy brain a little while, grasping remnants of sleep like a lost soul climbing out of hell. You finally let out a little sigh, sitting up. It’d be hard to miss the sleeping lump to your right.
A half a smile tugs at your lips at the sight of the red lines going down his muscular back. You can’t help yourself, reaching for your phone to take a picture of the almost cinematic scene before scrolling through your notifications. You check the time and see your cousin wants you back within the hour.
Reluctantly, you slip out of bed and slide on your flip flops, gathering your things. It’s a little chilly so you decide to keep his shirt, thinking Leon wouldn’t mind.
You really don’t wanna go, though… you had such a good night and he’s so nice and sweet. You debate for a while before leaning over him to give him a gentle kiss on the cheek, savoring the scratch of his stubble. With one last glance over your shoulder, you quietly slip out of the hotel room, leaving behind a night of memories.
It’s quite the slow day at work today, as always is mid-morning on a Monday in a coffee shop. It’s been a few weeks since you’ve gotten back from the best vacation of your life, and you’d be lying straight through your teeth if you said you hadn’t thought about your little summer fling every second since. You couldn’t get him out of your head for the life of you.
Messing around with your coworkers serves for a nice distraction though, laughing your ass off as one of them makes a mess everywhere. You almost don’t hear a customer come in if not for the annoying bell your manager insisted on putting on the door.
Leaving the mess to your friend, you warn her to be quiet despite your giggling as you turn around to the register. It’s a little messy, so you don’t quite look up yet as you greet the customer so you can shove some of the stuff aside.
”Hi, what can I get for you today?” You smile briefly up at the person as you're actively putting ingredients away and wiping some trash into the garbage.
”Hey, just a medium coffee. Black,” an oddly familiar voice says with a hint of amusement. Still not looking up, like an idiot, you nod as you select the options on the computer screen. You grab a cup and a sharpie next.
”Sure! What’s the name on that?”
”Leon.”
You look up, eyes wide.
Not just the vacation fling you thought he’d be after all.
a/n: hihihi hoped u liked it!!! this one is lowkey buns so im glad u made it through ✌️ also tysm for all the love and notes on my other fic i love u guys sm 😭 i haven’t been on tumblr very long but im feeling very loved here and will post more soon when im home from vacation!! love u guys 💗💗
“she told you she celibate, she told me i can nail her shit.”
leon s. kennedy x fem!reader
cw: mdni ! smut, loud sex, kind of rough sex, riding, lowkey fwb, mating press, uhh jealousy if that counts, kissing, lots of pet names (girly, princess, i think i out sweetheart in there), NOT PROOFREAD!!
a/n: based off that one sound on tiktok bc i keep seeing edits 🥹 also high key reminds of heated rivalry “scott hunter is right next door…” LMFAO hope u enjoy!!
Leon hates these stupid work parties. Banquets that could’ve been an email, award ceremonies with medals and badges he would’ve preferred to see in the mail. It’s not like he’s antisocial, he likes to hang out with the people he works with, but a night in a stuffy suit and endless conversations is almost worse than a mission.
Don’t get him started on the plus one bullshit. He simply doesn't have time or patience for a partner, much less at these godforsaken events. He usually goes alone and regretfully suffers the teasing comments—“Oh, alone again Kennedy? No girlfriend this time?”
His only saving grace is you, another agent who he works with on his rare duo missions. You’re just about the only other single person in the entirety of the DSO—that’s what it feels like. Sometimes, you two will sit at events and roll your eyes at people showing off their partners. Then an awkward silence after of a silent agreement ‘cause you both know you’re just envious.
“Do you think we can call in sick?” Leon sighs as you both sit in your hotel room before you have to leave for an event. This ceremony thingy-bullshit is a bigger, more nationwide one that your boss sent you both to. One room, but two beds, at least. Cheapskates knew you didn’t have significant others and didn’t bother with privacy.
“I mean, prolly… but we lowkey might get flamed,” you reply. He leans against the doorway of the bathroom as he watches you do your makeup. The pretty, long dress you have on is a far cry from the tactical gear he usually pairs you with. Both looks are hot as hell, he definitely can’t deny that. He’ll just tuck that secret in his pocket for now.
“Well, hurry up. Maybe we can show up and leave as quick as possible,” he says as he checks his watch and pretends as if he didn’t just try to check you out. Not that it would be the first time.
Extremely unfortunately, you make it to the event, dreading every click of your heels against the marbled floors as you step inside. This one’s clearly expensive and fancy—that’s worse. The bar quickly becomes Leon’s victim. He lets you know he’ll get you a drink while you find them a spot at a table with an easy escape.
Well, he didn’t really expect to come back and find some guy hitting on you. He’s more curious than annoyed, but it’s there. This guy has the audacity to hit on a girl like you?
“Really? They flew you all the way out here, huh? So you’re pretty special,” this idiot smirks, thinking his blinding white teeth are gonna win you over. Leon can tell you’re irritated.
“Sure, you could say that,” you reply with pursed lips and your best disinterested voice. Your gaze shifts briefly to Leon standing behind him who looks amused. You’re only taking note of your drink that he’s holding.
“Well, special lady, would you maybe like to go to dinner with me somewhere more… private?” He lowers his tone leaning in a little, thinking he’s smooth as hell.
“Uh… no, y’know my schedule’s kinda full…” you shake your head, using that very obvious rejection tone. If he hasn’t taken the hint already, he has to take it now, right?
“Okay, no date. Maybe just uh… a night together?”
Nope. You were stupid to think a man would ever take a hint.
His tone makes it obvious what he’s asking, he wants his head under your dress. He says it like he knows you’ll say yes.
“Oh, I’m celibate, actually,” you smile tersely. He gives you a look as if he doesn’t believe you.
“Really? A pretty girl like you isn’t interested in sex?” He raises an eyebrow, taking a step closer as if that’s gonna fix your supposed virginity. “I find that hard to believe, sweetheart.”
“Ah, too bad. Really sucks when not every living female wants to fuck you, huh?” You can’t help but mock, returning the raised brow. “Afraid it’s just gonna be you and your fist tonight.”
He scoffs, trying not to look as offended as he clearly feels. He finally seems to take the hint. “God, some special lady you are,” he grumbles, pushing off the chair he was leaning on and giving you a look before disappearing.
“Celibate? Really?” Leon chuckles when he finally gets to talk to you again, holding out a glass of wine for you. He knows first hand that you're just about the opposite of celibate. You’ve been out drinking together multiple times… one thing leads to another.
“Just a white lie, cant hurt,” you shrug with equal amusement. You finally sit down at your carefully scouted table right next to the exit for a quick, uninterrupted escape.
The rest of the night is as boring as you expected, but a couple more glasses of wine gets you through it. The millisecond you receive your awards—some bullshit that you don’t even think needs to be awarded—you and Leon are out of there. You’ve never been more happy to see your hotel room.
Taking your time undressing and relaxing for a while, eventually you turn in for sleep. You’re even wearing your cute silky set, all curled up under the sheets. And clutching them tightly. It’s literally freezing.
“Mmh, Leon…” you mumble, trying desperately to warm yourself up. You look over your shoulder at his bare back turned to you on the other side of the room. When did he take his shirt off? “Are you awake?”
After hearing a quiet grunt, you continue. “Are you cold? I’m freezing.”
“No. ‘S hot as hell,” he grumbles. He waits for you to say something else, and just as he’s about to offer you all his sheets, he hears shuffling from your bed. A moment later, he feels the mattress dip behind him and turns over to see you kneeling on the bed and inviting yourself in.
“Y’don’t mind if we cuddle?” You murmur, slipping under the covers. He swallows as he sees your cute pajamas with the lace and he can already tell this isn’t gonna end with just cuddling. He wordlessly opens his arms up for you, wrapping them around you when you make yourself the little spoon.
He makes sure the sheets are pulled up over your shoulders, rubbing your arms and thighs underneath to try to warm you up. “Still cold?”
Well, not really. You're very hot now, actually, but you nod your head, mumbling yes.
“Want me to warm you up another way?” Leon offers, his voice quiet and rough in that way that sends a shiver down your spine. He rubs his nose against your neck, fingers brushing up under your shirt. How are you supposed to resist?
“Yeah,” you nod against the pillow, squirming slightly as he rubs your side—ticklish little thing. You help shift your legs as he pushes your shorts and panties down.
“There you go. I got you,” he murmurs, sliding his hand back up the inside of your thigh. He kisses the side of your neck as his fingers part your soft curls to get to your pussy. You can feel him smirk against your skin when he feels how wet you are.
“Doesn’t feel very cold to me,” his warm digits spread your slick around, finding your clit with ease and gently circling it with his middle finger. You whine quietly, hands grabbing his forearm that’s around your waist.
You’re snug but not tight around his fingers, easily dipping them in your wet cunt and spreading you open. He shifts, almost draping himself over you to “keep you warm” as he fingers your needy little pussy and gets you nice and ready for him.
“Oh, Leon, right there,” you whisper into the pillow as he makes sure the heel of his hand is rubbing against your clit as he adds a third finger. Your hips lightly rock against his palm, your brows pulled into that soft crease that makes you look fucking adorable.
“Look at you, going around telling people you’re abstinent and yet you’re crawling into my arms,” Leon teases gently, curling his fingers in a slow, languid way that makes your spine straighten and your breath catch.
Just as you’re mumbling about getting close and about to cum, he takes his hand away with a kiss to your shoulder beside the strap of your top. You whine, but he turns you around in his arms with one of those dumb smirks.
“C’mon, girly, you’re on top tonight. Show me how celibate you claim you are, hm?” He taunts, bringing you with him as he rolls into his back, big hands on your soft hips.
“Ugh, how did I let you talk me into this? Didn’t we say we’d stop after last time?” You complain as you settle your hands on his bare chest, your naked hips lazily grinding against the tent in his pajama pants.
“We both know we can’t stop. ‘Sides, I barely talked to you, just tried to warm you up,” he grunts as you start dry humping him, rough hands sliding down your scarred thighs. Rubs his thumbs over the small, raised lines before giving you a light slap on the ass.
“Get going, princess. You’re slow,” he says with fake impatience, staring up at you with that cheesy smirk. You roll your eyes but start to pull down his sweats and boxers anyway.
Your hips shift restlessly with need as you grip his hard cock, giving it a couple light strokes before positioning yourself above him. With your eyes on your movements, you hold him still as you slowly sink down on him with a low, gravelly moan.
“Mmh—fuck, there you go. Hug me so nice,” he sighs with a grunt of your name as he watches you. You sit there on his cock, looking up at him expectantly. This is usually the part where he takes over again and holds you hips while he thrusts up into you.
He simply returns the look. Asshole. What happened to chivalry?
You sigh dramatically, your knees on either side of his waist as you find leverage with your hands behind you on his hard, strong thighs. You don’t usually do this part.
You suck in a breath, lifting yourself up a bit, and then back down with a soft moan. Up and down, up and down, grinding softly against him and keeping eye contact.
But it’s just not the same! Even as you keep up a nice rhythm, your soft moans getting louder and your grip getting tighter, he’s not deep enough. Not hitting the spots he usually gets.
“Leon, c’mon… it’s better when you do it,” you sigh as your hands come back to the front, tracing his abs as you do your damn best riding his cock. He simply stares, amused as his hands rub up and down your thighs.
“…Leon,” you say more firmly this time, hoping you can chastise him into fucking you. It doesn’t work, and you’re getting impatient. You groan dramatically, circling your hips as you lock your eyes on his. “Leon, just fuck me already! Fuck me hard!”
He can’t help but laugh. It gets him going to see you all frustrated, as much as he hates it when you’re anything but happy. Anyway, who’s he to deny you? His hands slides up to your hips, pausing to grope your ass before firmly planting themselves above your thighs.
“Careful what you wish for,” he murmurs before lifting you up and then pulling you back down to meet his thrust. A moan slips from both of you this time as your fingers dig into his bare chest.
“Mmh, fuck yeah Leon,” you groan, leaning back so you can see his face a bit better. Not for long, ‘cause then he pounds into you hard enough to pull out a high-pitched whine and make you throw your head back with pleasure,
“God, fuckin’ love that, don’t you? You can’t even ride me properly. Always need my help,” he grunts as his hips jump to meet yours every single time. He always scolds you in that sickly sweet voice that has your pussy dripping.
“Oh—mph! Right there—yeah, nail my shit, just like that,” you say breathlessly, your head dropping to his chest as one of your hands snakes beneath you to find your clit. A half moan-half growl slips from your lips as your back arches deliciously, teetering right on the edge.
“Jesus, cumming already? Needed it bad, did you?” He murmurs as he trails gentle, contradicting kisses compared to his rough thrusts against your shoulder. “Come on, sweetheart. Cum on my cock.”
It’s hard to hear his words over the squeaking of the bed and your own moans. Almost forgot you were in a hotel—no, you definitely did forget. That’s not what’s crossing your mind right now, though. You’re too busy crossing the finish line. Moaning his name, your fingers still on your clit as i grinds up into you to help you ride it out.
“That’s it, girly. Good girl,” Leon mumbles in your ears, rolling your hips against his pelvis. Once he’s decided you've had enough rest, he gently manhandles you onto your back, quickly pushing your legs up and squishing your knees against your tits as he gets right back to work.
His hands grip the backs of your thighs, his fingertips denting into the plush skin as he pounds into your pussy. His voice leaves him in harsh grunts and satisfied groans, his gaze fixed on his cock coming in and out of your soft cunt.
“Y-Y’know… how much it pissed me off… when that guy was flirting with you?” Leon grunts through gritted teeth, almost like he was trying to keep it back.
“Fuck… yeah?” You question through your sex haze. You guys don’t really talk about other people, or your feelings. Especially not towards each other. So to have him essentially admit that he’s jealous.
“Yeah, princess. Couldn’t believe he thought he had a chance with… you,” his words come out a little slurred—he always talks too much when he gets close. You whine softly, the jealousy woven in his voice making your insides quiver.
His hands grip tighter on your thighs, not enough to bruise but definitely no less than firm. He leans over you a bit, putting a little more of his weight on top of you as he fucks you harder. He barely manages to remember he didn’t use a condom, whining pathetically as he uses all the forces of his self restraint to pull out.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck…” he whispers under his breath, one big hand pushing your thighs together as he strokes himself with the other. You make sure you’ve got a front row seat to see his brows furrowed and your name falling helplessly from his lips.
Leon moans your name, his head falling back as he finally pours his hot, sticky cum all over the backs of your thighs. Rope after rope lands on the soft flesh, making him moan a little more as he squeezes as much as he can out of the tip. You look so pretty like that, he’d take a picture if he knew you wouldn’t kill him.
“Oh god… so perfect, sweetie. Did so well,” he mumbles lazily stroking himself a little longer before letting go. He smears a bit of jizz across your skin before bringing his thumb up to your mouth, letting you lick it off.
It takes a moment to recover with his thighs feeling like they’re on fire, but eventually he pats your hip and gets up. He finds a small towel in the bathroom and runs it under warm water to come clean you up. Once you have everything you need, he puts your panties back on and double checks that you're nice and cozy as his little spoon after a very abstinent night.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
The light wakes you up in the morning, streaming in through the thin curtains. You grumble, waking up and shaking Leon’s shoulder awake soon after. He kisses you and says thanks for last night, before the two of you return to your “normal friendly mission partners” routine.
Just as Leon closes the door behind you, about to head out to go home, you glance over at the sound of the persom in the next room over leaving as well.
The last thing you expected was to lock eyes with the man who tried to hit on you at the event, looking tired as hell, as if he didn’t get any sleep.
“…you didn’t sound very celibate to me.”
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