Treat You Better
(Older Leon Kennedy x Female Reader)
A/N: Hey! This is my first entry to the 9 Days to Requiem Event by @rednnedy . I am so excited and I hope you all like it. Comments, likes, reblogs are always very appreciated. Sending you much love, Shell xo
Warnings: SMUT, MDNI, P in V, Oral (female receiving), unprotected Sex, Age Gap (Reader in her 30s)
Summary: You and your Ex break things off and you want nothing more than to leave the relationship behind. To your surprise, his older supervisor, Leon S. Kennedy, turns up at your doorstep when looking for your Ex. Turns out, your Exs Boss knows exactly how to treat you better.
The breakup with your ex hadn’t exactly been peaceful. You had both been unhappy for a long time, and the last few months had been filled with arguments and pointless accusations he had thrown at you.
All the while, you had been nothing but understanding and supportive from the very beginning. His job as an agent demanded a lot from him, you knew that. You had truly tried to support him as much as you possibly could. And how did he repay you?
With an affair. With some meaningless acquaintance he had picked up at a bar. On some mission where he should have been focusing on his job instead. He had already been close to losing that job several times, but luckily, that was no longer your problem.
You probably could have recognized the signs earlier, sure. But apparently, you had worn rose-colored glasses for far too long.
So your relationship ended with a bang. You threw your ex out of your shared apartment, fairly certain you’d receive a noise complaint soon. But at that moment, you couldn’t have cared less. Luckily, the apartment belonged to you, which at least made getting rid of him relatively easy.
Leon had tried several times that day to reach your ex, without success. Leon had never really liked him; he knew he simply wasn’t a good person. He had been close to firing him so many times, only to decide against it at the last second. At least as an agent, he did a halfway decent job, if you could even call it that.
After multiple unanswered calls, Leon decided to drive over to him directly after work and confront him.
“I’m really too old for this shit,” he muttered under his breath as he parked his car in front of your apartment building and pulled on his jacket.
Meanwhile, you were inside, packing up the rest of your ex’s belongings that he had forgotten earlier. Lost in your thoughts, you muttered angry things to yourself, and the more of his things you found, the angrier you became.
When the doorbell finally rang, you were certain you knew who it was. Or at least, you thought you did.
Still furious, you stormed toward the door.
“I’ll mail you your shit so I never have to see you again!” you yelled before even fully opening it. The rest of your words got stuck in your throat when you realized who was actually standing in front of you.
It was your Ex’s direct superior—Leon S. Kennedy. You had only seen him once briefly at a DSO event.
You had already found him very likable back then, though you hadn’t really interacted much. He was several years older than you, but you couldn’t deny that he was incredibly attractive.
He looked at you with a crooked smile, his arms loosely crossed over his chest.
“Well nice to meet you too,” he said sarcastically, extending his hand. The situation amused him more than he liked to admit.
Your face immediately turned red as a tomato, and you would have loved nothing more than to sink straight into the ground.
Embarrassed, you shook his hand.
“I’m so… so sorry. I thought you were… well, my now ex-boyfriend,” you admitted quietly.
He tilted his head slightly.
“Ex-boyfriend? Then… I suppose I won’t find him here,” he concluded, casting a brief glance inside.
“No. We… actually broke up this morning,” you muttered, looking down. Discussing something like that in front of your ex’s boss was not exactly easy.
“Hm. Well. I can’t blame you. I’ve always wondered how anyone could voluntarily put up with him,” he said dryly.
You looked up, surprised. You hadn’t expected such an honest reaction from him. At first glance, he always seemed professionally distant.
“Well, what can I say? You live and you learn,” you laughed without much emotion, shrugging your shoulders. “But why are you looking for him? Didn’t he show up for work?” you asked.
Leon scoffed lightly and shook his head.
“Didn’t show up and hasn’t answered any calls. So unless he’s dying somewhere, that’s a valid reason for termination,” he said.
“I wish I could help you, Mr. Kennedy, but I honestly have no idea where he is. And I don’t want to know, to be honest,” you explained.
“Call me Leon, and don’t worry. It’s not your problem anymore. I’ll find him,” he said calmly, nodding once. “I wish you all the best, you definitely deserve better,” he added before turning around to walk back to his car.
You didn’t know what made you say it. Before you had even fully thought it through, the words had already left your mouth.
“If you’d like… I could try? Maybe he’ll pick up if it’s me,” you offered.
Leon paused briefly and stopped walking.
“Hm. I doubt it, but I suppose it’s worth a try,” he muttered, turning back toward you.
“You can come in for a moment,” you offered, gesturing inside.
For a brief moment, he hesitated, wondering just how much of a boundary this already crossed. Because it definitely did. But his day had already been shitty enough so why not make it worse?
He followed you inside and watched you for a moment while you searched for your phone. He had only seen you once before and had barely paid attention. Not because you weren’t beautiful. God, you were. A sight for sore eyes, if he was being honest.
But he didn’t let his eyes wander to women who were taken. And honestly, he had never cared much about his colleagues’ private affairs.
Yet now he was standing here, once again wondering how someone like your ex had ever managed to land someone like you.
“He’s not picking up,” you muttered after a few attempts, sighing softly.
“Like I said, no problem. I’ll deal with it tomorrow,” he replied, draping his jacket over a chair.
You looked at each other for a few seconds until you nervously tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.
“So… would you maybe like something to drink?” you asked awkwardly, gesturing toward the bottle of wine sitting on the kitchen counter.
“This is a ridiculously expensive gift he once got from a friend,” you said with a small smirk, holding the bottle up for emphasis. “After all the crap he put me through, I’d say that’s the least I deserve.”
Leon grinned and let out a short breath through his nose. “How could I possibly turn down an offer like that?” he said.
A warm feeling spread through you at the mere thought of being alone with him, drinking wine.
“Come on, I’ll open it,” Leon said casually, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. For a moment, you found yourself staring at his arms, wondering whether he had always looked that damn toned or if you had just never noticed before.
“Uh…thanks. I’ll get the glasses,” you said quickly, tearing your gaze away. Of course Leon had noticed your look but he didn’t say anything. Not yet.
Later, you were sitting on the couch, each holding a glass of wine and being unmistakably too close to each other.
“So, if you don’t mind me asking: what was the final straw? Why did you break up with him?” Leon asked, looking at you directly.
You sighed softly and pulled your legs up for a more comfortable position.
“Well, he didn’t exactly treat me great in general. But the thing that finally pushed me over the edge was when I found out he was having an affair,” you muttered.
Leon raised an eyebrow.
“He cheated on you?” he pressed. His fingers tensed slightly at the thought that that idiot had actually had the nerve to betray you. He wasn’t exactly surprised but still irritated.
“Yeah. I guess he still has some growing up to do,” you said absentmindedly.
“Mhm. Honestly, I think he’ll stay an idiot forever. No matter how young or old he is,” Leon said matter-of-factly, which made you laugh unexpectedly. A real, genuine laugh.
Leon watched you, his eyes occasionally drifting down to your lips.
“I can’t argue with that,” you said honestly.
He smirked and took another sip of wine.
“Although I wouldn’t completely rule out that age comes with experience. Which can certainly help,” he added calmly, letting the words linger in the air.
You looked up at him.
“Then maybe I should look for someone older next time,” you whispered. The flush on your cheeks was no longer just from the wine. The more you drank and talked, the more the boundaries seemed to blur.
“You should,” he agreed, refilling your glass.
Your fingers brushed again, this time lingering longer than intended. Your knees, too, seemed to touch more and more often and no longer by accident.
“You deserve someone who treats you better,” he finally said. His voice suddenly sounded darker, calmer, even more than before. Your thoughts drifted in directions they definitely shouldn’t.
“And you think you know me well enough to decide what I deserve?” you asked quietly, a faint tremor in your voice.
“I’m good at reading people. Paying close attention. Comes with the job,” he said, leaning back slightly. His gaze drifted to the ceiling for a moment. His thoughts were circling. He found you attractive, but he barely knew you. He wanted you, but his moral compass was screaming no. He desired you, but then there was the age difference.
You watched him, unconsciously biting your lip.
“It didn’t seem like you paid much attention to me back then,” you said softly, and he looked at you again.
“That’s because you were taken,” he replied immediately. “That’s not who I am.”
You nodded, appreciating both his honesty and his principles.
“And now… is it different?” you asked expectantly, your pulse quickening with every second.
“Right now I’m trying very hard to be a responsible man who doesn’t take advantage of the unfortunate situation of his colleague’s breathtaking and much too young ex-girlfriend,” he said, breathing heavily as he set his glass down.
He wasn’t someone who allowed himself much. But right now, he wanted nothing more than to grant himself this small sin with you.
Your breath caught as you mirrored him, placing your glass on the table as well.
“It wouldn’t be taking advantage… if it’s coming from me too,” you began carefully. “And besides, I thought we agreed I needed someone older,” you added with a grin.
He looked at you in surprise, laughing genuinely.
“And in your mind, I’m that older man, hm?” he asked teasingly, slowly running his hand along your arm. Light enough to leave goosebumps behind.
“I could imagine worse options,” you teased back. Your eyes met again as his fingers continued to brush over your arm, as if carefully testing how serious you were.
“Is that so?”
“Yes… please,” you breathed.
“Then come here,” he murmured.
As if in a trance, you climbed onto his lap, completely electrified by the closeness. His hands immediately settled on your hips, pulling you closer.
“Are you really sure?” he asked once more, and you nodded instantly. Right now, there was nothing you wanted more than to be fucked by your Ex’s Boss.
His hand brushed along your cheek, his thumb grazing your lower lip.
“Do you want me to show you how you’re supposed to be treated?” he asked, that shameless grin returning to his lips.
When you nodded once more he pulled you in for a kiss. Your lips practically melted against each other, and you couldn’t suppress your first soft moan. His hands on you while he kissed you sent you straight into ecstasy.
His grip tightened as he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth.
You held onto his biceps and rolled your hips against him. You could already feel his erection pressing against you.
His lips left yours only to trail down along your neck, placing more kisses there.
“Seems like not everything about me is old, hm?” he teased with a grin against your skin.
“Oh, definitely not,” you smiled before slowly standing up. You reached for his hand and pulled him up with you. He understood immediately and followed without breaking contact.
Even on the way to your bedroom, his hands roamed over your body, exploring every cure. He pressed you against the wall once more, placing kisses along your neck that made you sigh instantly.
If he were being honest, he would have taken you right there. In fact, he would have loved to take you in every room, in every possible position. You were simply irresistible.
“Leon…,” you moaned as he freed you from your shirt, quickly followed by the rest of your clothes until you were standing in front of him in nothing but your underwear. Your back was pressed against his chest, so close that you could feel his breathing against your skin.
One of his hands palmed your breasts while the other slipped into your panties, dipping into your wetness.
“Mhm. I like the way you moan my name,” he breathed as he began circling your clit in slow movements.
Your hands braced themselves against the wall in front of you because your legs threatened to give out. Almost on their own, your hips started moving against his fingers, craving more friction.
“Leon, please…”
“Please what?” he murmured against your ear, pressing his erection firmly against your ass while his fingers continued to play with you.
“Please fuck me,” you moaned and that was all it took for him to lose control.
He guided you into the bedroom, where you sat down on the edge of the bed and watched as he started undressing for you. His erection was unmistakable now, straining against his pants.
“Enjoying the show, sweetheart?” he breathed as he stepped in front of you, completely naked.
Your eyes traveled hungrily over his defined, perfectly trained body. God, he looked almost unfairly good.
“Mhm,” you agreed, letting your hand wander down his abs until it reached his hard cock. Slowly at first, you wrapped your fingers around him and began to stroke him, looking up at him as you did.
“God, baby… yes,” he moaned through gritted teeth, enjoying the way your hands worked him and the way your bright eyes looked up at him. He enjoyed your touches a few more minutes until he couldn’t take it anymore and reached down to remove the rest of your underwear.
“Lay back for me,” he then said and gently pushed you back, admiring your bare form in front of him.
„You look so beautiful,“ he muttered, kissing his way down your body.
He knelt in front of you and lifted your legs over his shoulders. Your breath caught again, turned on by the way he looked at you.
He pulled you closer and began dragging his tongue over your folds. Slow and careful at first, until he figured out what you liked. Your moans filled the room as he kept licking you, gripping your thighs as they started to tremble.
You didn’t even know what you were moaning anymore or how many times you only knew how good it felt and how badly you wanted him. At some point, you noticed his hand sliding down his own body, stroking himself while he continued to lick you. It was one of the hottest things you had ever seen.
Licking you turned him on so much that he couldn’t stop himself from at least finding a little release.
“Please, Leon… please… I can’t take it anymore,” you pleaded, which made him grin.
“So needy,” he chuckled, glancing up at you.
He pushed you farther back onto the bed and positioned himself between your legs, looking straight into your eyes.
“If you beg that sweetly… I shouldn’t keep you waiting,” he teased quietly before leaning down to kiss you again.
At the same time, he began to slide into you slowly and carefully.
“Fuuuck,” he groaned as he felt how warm and tight you were around him.
Your arms wrapped around him immediately, as if you were afraid he might disappear.
“You’re huge,” you moaned as you felt him filling you completely. The stretch he was giving you was the best you ever felt.
He waited before he began to move, until the two of you found a steady rhythm together. Your legs wrapped around his hips, allowing you to feel him even deeper.
“God, you’re incredible,” Leon pressed out, burying his face against you, inhaling your sweet scent.
“I’m going to go a little faster… is that okay, baby?” he breathed heavily into your ear.
You nodded, no longer able to form any words.
„It’s okay. I’m here….I got you,“ he whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
He picked up the pace, thrusting into you over and over, hitting that perfect spot that made you see stars. Your fingers dug into his back as you felt him repeatedly brush against your G-spot, his pelvis grinding against your clit at the same time.
The tension in your lower abdomen kept building, and it was becoming more intense for Leon as well.
“God, I can feel how tight you’re getting,” he breathed when he felt your pussy clench around his cock, signaling how close you were.
“That’s it, babygirl. Just like that. Come on my cock. Come for me,” he pressed out, moving even faster.
“Oh God, Leon,” you cried out as your orgasm washed over you, your body clenching around him again and again. You were really seeing stars now, and it didn’t even take a full minute before Leon followed.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, baby yeah, come for me,” he groaned as he came inside you, filling you completely as he spilled into you.
He thrust into you a few more times, drawing out both of your climaxes until neither of you could take it anymore. He stayed above you for a few minutes, breathing heavily, resting his head against you while most of his weight was still supported by his arms.
You absentmindedly ran your hand along his back, sweaty, exhausted, but completely satisfied and happy.
“That’s how… a man should treat you,” he murmured after a while, looking down at you. His hair was tousled, his face relaxed.
“That was… a very impressive performance,” you laughed softly as he pulled out of you and lay down beside you.
“You’re welcome,” he grinned, pulling you against his chest. You were both completely worn out, covered in sweat, but neither of you made any move to get up. Right now, you just wanted to enjoy the closeness.
You rested your head on his chest and stayed like that until your eyes slowly grew heavy.
“Sleep, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere tonight,” he whispered into your ear before you drifted into a deep sleep.
The next morning, you woke up to the sound of the coffee machine. Still half asleep, you looked up and found the bed empty beside you. You smiled to yourself at the thought of last night. All your worries seemed forgotten.
Quickly, you threw on his shirt and a pair of shorts and hurried into the kitchen, where you found Leon standing there half naked, already holding out a cup of coffee for you.
“Morning,” he smiled, pulling you straight into him. He kissed you softly and smiled against your lips. “Cute how messy you look in the morning,” he teased in that rough voice of his.
You giggled softly and were just about to respond when you suddenly heard the sound of keys at the front door.
Your eyes widened. Oh God. You had completely forgotten that your ex still had his own key.
Leon looked at you questioningly but it was already too late.
Your ex walked in, staring at the two of you in shock. His jaw dropped, and for a few seconds, no one said a word. It felt like a scene straight out of a bad sketch.
You cleared your throat, about to say something, but Leon was faster.
“Well, there you are. Perfect. I couldn’t reach you yesterday, but I suppose I can go ahead and inform you—unofficially—that you’re fired,” Leon said smugly, taking a casual sip of his coffee as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders like it was the most natural thing in the world. He gave your shoulders a gentle squeeze.
You had to fight back a laugh as you looked up at him. No matter how crazy the situation was, you were enjoying it quite a lot.
Final Note: I hope you enjoyed it guys. I am so nervous to hear your opinions! Thank you so so much for reading! And thanks to Elsie for hosting the Event xo
