MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. EVER. 25 years old. Formerly @pomegranate-red I currently write for RDR 1 and 2, MGS, Resident Evil, Silent Hill, and DC. Maybe some other miscellaneous characters from other fandoms.
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summary: Leon with a secret nsfw twitter account that you follow not knowing it's him. Too bad you're about to find out it's him at your dad's barbeque party. Oh yeah, Your dad and Leon are besties, nothing will go wrong, surely :)
word count: 4.5k, two parts! part 1
tags: p in v, dirty talk, no plot only smut, age difference, no use of y/n, cum, general filth, fingering, a bit of thigh riding, condoms, unprotected sex
a/n: The second part is real!!! as always this is also on my ao3. MDNI THIS FIC ISN'T FOR YOU IT'S EXPLICIT. credits for the picture to the owner (if you know who they are lmk!)
Your dad had insisted that Leon stay over after the drinks he claimed he had and initially he pretended to be shy about it but eventually Leon agreed and looked at you with a small smile. It was late and everyone was slowly going to bed. You lingered for a few seconds along with Leon and when everyone was further away you wrapped your arm around his bicep to keep him from moving.
“I haven’t forgotten about my promise, I’ll make sure you cum on my cock tonight” Leon whispered and squeezed your shoulder as if that was meant to seal his promise. He had spoken in a similar manner before but this time you drew in a soft breath at the promise
And this is how you found yourself on the living room, sat on Leon’s lap with your back pressed against his chest, your knees folded to your chest while Leon’s hand was supporting you from under your knee and his fingers were on your bare pussy. He wasn’t doing too much with it, he really seemed to be in a trance, he was using his two middle fingers to just tap at your clit and occasionally slap your pussy. You were whimpering and trying to do anything to get him to give you more. This wasn’t enough to get you to finish and you were desperate after he got you close twice but denied you your release.
“God, look at how pretty and puffy she is for me” Leon said moving a little so he could look at your core as he rested his chin on your shoulder.
“Basically begging for my attention with how she’s crying for it” He continued and instead of tapping your clit he rubbed slow and torturous circles over it before moving his middle finger to your entrance and he rubbed circles over it too, a few times it felt like he was finally going to push and finally give you a well deserved orgasm but he instead moved them back to your clit making you whine again.
“Do you think she’s ready for my cock baby?” Leon asked and you nodded, looking down at his fingers again when he circled your clit again. You nodded frantically and Leon nodded along with you and hummed on your neck as he reached to place a soft bite on it.
He moved both of you until you were lying bellow him, legs still close to your chest as he ran his finger though your folds while he was pushing his own pants off. He eventually freed himself from the confinement of his boxers and rested his cock on your pussy, allowing his tip to hit your clit, the action sent a jolt on your spine and you had to try and stop your back from arching into him. Leon moved around until he was comfortably between your legs and then took his cock in his hand and pumped it once or twice before tapping it directly on your clit a few times, you shook again but this time you groaned and grabbed his hand as you propped yourself up using your other hand.
“Leon, I swear to god if you don’t fuck me right now, I will push you down on this couch and use you like a dildo” You threatened and Leon laughed as he leaned down and kissed you, pushing you back down. You heard the sound of a package opening and broke the kiss just enough to watch Leon roll a condom over his length.
“First of all, don’t threaten me with a good time” Leon said and actually sounded breathless this time, like holding himself back was taking all of his strength.
“Secondly, be patient, I don’t want to hurt you” He said and kissed you once more before leaning back and pushing his hips close enough that his length was resting on your lower abdomen, you noticed his cock twitch.
He sighed and leaned down again to kiss you and rub your clit as he began to line himself up with your cunt that was gushing and begging for it. He began pushing the tip in and it made you groan and push your own hips away. Leon paused for a moment before readjusting his grip on your hips and began trying to push his tip in once more.
He managed to get it in just barely before you began whining and he looked down and groaned, he reached and rubbed some soothing circles on your clit. The sight of your cunt stretched so far from just his tip drove Leon wild, he really just wanted to give one push and bottom out and fuck you deep and hard into next week but he had to go slow this time. You experimentally pushed your hips closer to his trying to take more of his length but hissed when you felt the stretch and stopped.
“I know baby” Leon cooed and leaned down to place a kiss to your cheek. He pushed a little more causing your hands to fly up to his back.
“We’re almost there, you’re so good to me” Leon continued, it was a lie you weren’t even a third way there but he just wanted to encourage you. He pushed a little more with each minute that passed and every now and then pulled back and trust again to get you used to the movement.
On the last thrust back Leon got a little carried away making you moan out a little louder as your muscles tensed up. He forced himself to sit still inside you and took a few deep breaths. Your muscles still weren’t letting up even after a few seconds prompting Leon to begin rubbing soothing circles on your thighs.
“I’m sorry, I know it hurts, but we’re so close, I’ll bottom out soon and then I can properly fuck my pretty baby” He said and you whined at the nickname and he didn’t miss how it made you wetter.
“Do it in one go” You whispered making Leon look at you and then down, maybe he shouldn’t have lied, there was still more than half of his length that you hadn’t taken yet.
“I don’t think that’s a smart idea” Leon tried but his argument was weak and when you whined and pouted at him all of his resolve faded immediately.
He told you to get ready and leaned down to kiss you so he could swallow up any loud moans that were about to come out. He took a deep breath as he held your hip down and then gave one push and found himself balls deep inside your now impossibly full cunt. You weren’t expecting there to be that much left and your fingers dug into his back and your eyes rolled to the back of your head before you shut them tightly. Leon soon broke the kiss when you weren’t making too much noise and kissed along your neck as he gave you time to adjust.
“So good for me, took me so well” He finally said when you began trying to move your hips on your own, this time Leon held you still as he pushed himself off of you and again looked at where your bodies met. He felt his own cock react to the sight.
You felt his member twitch inside you and you whined, you really were trying to move your hips to give Leon and yourself any kind of friction, Leon was breathing heavily with his fingers pushing into the skin of your hips like he was trying to hold himself back. The stretch practically burned and your cunt was still fluttering and trying to adjust to the length but it really felt the exact same. Leon softly placed his thumb on your clit and moved it slowly, on instinct you placed your hands around his own, it all felt too much and you had to make sure to breathe and try and keep your muscles from tensing up.
Very soon Leon let out a small moan when your walls around him tightened involuntarily and it kicked him into action, he finally tore his eyes away from the sight of your pussy and looked at your face as he leaned forward again but was slowly pushing his hips back. You drew in a breath and prepared yourself for more movement and you were correct Leon pushed his cock back inside with a small and slow thrust. Leon was resting his head on the crook of your neck and you felt his breath on your skin as well as his hair that was falling in front of his face.
He kept up his short and slow thrusts and each time he pushed a little further out and then back in, he kept muttering praise and kept rubbing your clit. Each time it really felt like the stretched stopped feeling so impossible and you were slowly getting used to it. Leon was trying his damn best to go slow but you both knew he was fighting a losing battle, his cock was twitching and he was shaking each time he slowly pushed his dick inside you again.
“Leon, fuck me properly” You had enough of his teasing and his slowness and you were about half certain he really wouldn’t hurt you. When he didn’t immediately respond you took one of your hands and tangled it in his hair, lifting his head up gently. For the first time you noticed his blue eyes truly clouded over with lust and he looked at you like you were his next meal.
“This is properly baby” He countered, even he didn’t sound like he believed it. You groaned and tightened your walls around him making a moan leave his lips and he hid his face again on your neck and took a few breaths.
“You’ll never fuck the attitude out of me with this pace” You muttered and Leon went completely still, it was almost eerie when you finally realized how much he was shaking before that. He moved a little so he could look into your eyes, the movement alone felt like it pushed his tip even further inside you.
Leon gave you one kiss and you felt his take his cock out all the way, leaving just the tip in before he slammed it all the way back it. You broke the kiss just enough to let out the loudest moan you’ve ever produced while your fingernails pressed into Leon’s back again, your briefly registered that you were probably scratching him but you couldn’t care less. Leon tried deepening the kiss to quiet you down but it didn’t really work.
“You’re a very bad girl” Leon mumbled against your lips and adjusted again, pushing your legs even closer to your chest. You were practically folded in half by that point. You had half a thought to question his declaration but it disappeared the moment Leon began pulling his cock out again.
He slammed into you again and this time it was hard enough that your mouth simply hung open and your eyes rolled back. He repeated the same thing again and this time the moan wasn’t caught in your throat only Leon didn’t even try to keep you quiet, he just grunted and moaned as he leaned in close, his hair brushing against your face.
“Being all loud and I’m not even properly fucking you yet” He teased and pushed himself off of you, giving you a full view of is torso and his tattoo, he adjusted his grip on your hips again and rolled his hips into yours a few times, you whimpered shook and mewled every time.
“If you keep being loud we’ll get caught you know” He kept up his teasing as he began moving his hips back and forth in a slow and rhythmic pace that was slowly picking up, you reached a shaking hand in between your bodies to play with your clit as you really tried to keep quiet.
“And not just by your daddy, the whole neighborhood is going to know what we’re doing” Leon kept going, not missing how his comments seemed to be turning you on even more, he let go of one of your hips, leaving you to flex the muscle to support it on your own as his thumb reached your lips and hooked it to your bottom teeth pulling your jaw down just far enough that it allowed him to slip his finger in for you to suck, well he mostly pushed down on your tongue on his own, your mouth was too busy hanging half open with barely concealed moans.
“Fuck, unless you want that” He continued and finally angled his hips in a way that hit a perfect spot inside you, it made your back arch off the couch. Leon was getting breathless by the effort he was putting in not to finish immediately at the sight of you arching your back.
“Is that what you want hm? For the whole neighborhood to know how good my cock is making you feel? That it’s all yours and no one else gets to have it?” Leon kept talking as he was speeding up his thrusts, the whole room filled with the lewd sounds of skin slapping and your moans mixed together, he was hitting the exact same spot over and over and you found a pace that matched his for your fingers and nodded along at his words and mumbled mine back at him.
Leon kept up his thrusting and encouraged you to moan out his name, you experimentally said it once and the way it rolled off your tongue so easily and how Leon moaned at the sound of it only pushed to keep doing it. It didn’t take long for your own orgasm to start building up and you tried to warn Leon but the words would come out, you could barely even get his name out properly and Leon felt you tighten around him. He nodded and felt his own orgasm approaching, his thrusts getting sloppier for a second before he willed himself to wait and let you finish first.
Leon kept encouraging you to show everyone how good it felt and when he called you baby one last time you finally let go and arched your back impossibly high while short and incomplete moans left your mouth, you could only mumble please in between your moans Leon nodded and kept going, he didn’t trust himself enough to speak and instead opted to keep his moans low and as quiet as he could.
It felt like your own orgasm was still going and just when you thought it was over Leon finally allowed himself to let go, he slumped forward and caught himself before completely smothering you and his thrusts were quick short and deep and his breath was ragged and more moans were escaping from his lips. His hips were pushing further into you like he was trying to reach even deeper than humanly possible and he was resting his forehead against yours.
He softly pulled out a few seconds later, pulling another whimper from you from the loss of contact and from the loss of the stretch. You watched as Leon was still trying to catch his breath but he slowly removed the full condom and tied a little knot at the end. You looked at the condom thinking his cum was supposed to be inside you. You were thinking you were doing a good job in hiding your thoughts but apparently you had a very visible pout on your face. Leon reached over and rubbed his thumb on your cheek softly.
“I’m just putting this away, I’m not letting you off that easily” Leon said and kissed your temple before he got up and found a small dust bin he had nearby and tossed the condom in there.
“Just how prepared were you?” You laughed softly as Leon climbed back on the couch and pulled you into his lap
“I’m always prepared” Leon answered and he didn’t even pretend to hide that his eyes roamed down to your lips and then your neck. He reached and ran a singular finger up and down your throat.
“What are going to do about your moaning baby?”Leon asked softly, he moved his finger away and instead ran his thumb across your bottom lip. You opened your mouth and took his finger in and began sucking it.
“I thought you liked it when I moaned your name” You answered and Leon hummed with a smile.
“I do, I just don’t think that getting caught is a good idea” He said and took his thumb out of your mouth and instead held your waist. You leaned down and placed a kiss right on his jaw, he leaned his head back and let you have your fun.
“If it were up to me you’d be moaning as loud as you wanted to” He said and you kept kissing him as he sighed.
“Invite me over to your house then” You said against his skin and he moved his hands to your ass and squeezed it.
“Oh I will, but for now, try to keep quiet for me” Leon said and pressed you further into his crotch, he was slowly getting harder and you felt the same need to have Leon all to yourself.
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You had lost count of all the orgasms Leon had given you and you were getting to the point where all you could think of was him and his cock inside you. You were both coming down from another round and you had tears in your eyes from the overstimulation he had just made you go through. Leon pulled out and once again tied a knot and lifted you up, this time handing you a glass of water he must have magically produced. You shook your head and instead sat on his thigh and placed your hands on his upper thigh to steady yourself before Leon stopped you softly.
“Leon” Your own voice was barely above a whisper, tired after all the moaning but it didn’t hide the need in your voice. You creeped your hand towards his crotch before he stopped you again, an apologetic look in his eyes.
“I’d love to, but I’m out of condoms sweetheart” He said and you whined.
“I don’t care, go raw” You repeated and ground your naked crotch on his thigh again
“Oh jesus” Leon said and ran a hand through his hair you didn’t miss the fact that his cock reacted to your words. He had his eyes closed as if looking at you was going to weaken his resolve. You tested Leon’s patience once more and leaned in close while grinding down again and softly moaned.
“We’ll be safe, you can pull out right before you finish” You whispered against Leon’s lips and he sighed as he moved his hands to your hips and helped your grinding.
“We both know you won’t let me do that” Leon said softly, he was right, but you hoped he’d fall for it anyway. He softly squeezed your hips as he turned his gaze downwards at his thigh that was slowly getting covered in your wetness.
“You can have this, but you’re not getting more” Leon finally relented and tried to compromise, you thought about it for a second, your sleepiness and previous orgasms getting to you. You nodded slowly and moved your hips again as Leon nodded again and praised you.
Your movements felt tired and slow and Leon was doing nothing to speed you up no matter how much you pawed at his hands and kissed his neck. He was still looking down and was scrunching his nose, deeply concentrated. You took one of Leon’s hands and placed it on your chest which earned you a small moan from the man under you as he felt how hard your nipples were. Leon soon placed his hand back to your hip and just as you were about to pout he replaced his hand on your tit with his mouth and he began sucking and looking up at you, your hands went to his hair and the sight alone made your back arch into him and your hips speed up.
You were soon met with a realization, you were too wet and Leon’s thigh, although hot and good, simply wasn’t enough. You looked down at your crotch grinding on his thigh and whined. Leon hummed around your nipple and sped you up and pressed his leg further up into you, you moaned but needed more. You felt a slow and torturous buildup inside you but it was just out of reach and the more you tried to reach the further away it seemed. You let out a pained whine and leaned down to lean on Leon, taking your breast out of his mouth.
You softly whispered Leon’s name into his skin and a small shiver ran up to him each time you did, you wanted to respect his decision, you really did but trying once again wasn’t going to kill you.
You called out his name again, a little louder this time and brought your hips to a halt.
“I thought I told you what you’re getting baby” Leon mumbled and softly squeezed your hips, you hid your face into him and whined.
“I need it” You mumbled and hid your face further into him while he let out a small chuckle.
“So I really did fuck the attitude out of you huh” Leon said and you could hear him smile from the way he spoke. He pulled you away from his body and took a good look at your face.
“Oh, my baby’s all fucked out and still thinks she can take it” He mumbled and pressed a soft kiss into your nose.
“I can Leon, I won’t break. I need you to give it to me” You protested, probably louder than you should have and Leon smiled.
“I admire your confidence” He said and you felt warm at the praise.
“Then let me try it, I promise I’ll let you pull out” You tried again and reached down to stroke Leon’s length, you were surprised to find him half hard.
“You’re not worried about me molding your pussy to the shape of my cock?” Leon taunted ans brought a hand to your chin to kiss you. You knew that logically that’s not possible but his tone made it sound so real and natural and for a second that’s exactly what you wanted, you shook your head no.
“Are you sure? no one else is going to be able to satisfy you” He continued and lifted your hips so that you were rested just right above his tip, you took the chance to rub his tip on your dripping wet cunt, Leon let out an almost vulgar moan at the contact.
“It’ll only be me who will be able to get you off” Leon said and was supposed to sound like a teasing warning but he sounded breathless as he had grown fully hard.
You decided he had teased you enough and you slowly sank down into his length, you moaned out at the stretch again and this time also the direct contact. It felt a lot different that when Leon used a condom and you found yourself wishing he hadn’t used one in the beginning. You reached all the way down in somewhat ease and a string of curses fell from Leon’s mouth the second you did. His hands stayed on your hips and slowly he began bouncing you on his cock.
You tried to match his rhythm but you felt too overwhelmed, everything felt too much and the orgasm that was out of reach just before seemed to be getting closer and closer now. You wanted to reach between your own bodies and when you did you found that your clit was so sensitive from being played with you could barely touch it you sobbed at the sensitivity and slumped forward, Leon moved one of his hands from your hip to your waist and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
“Too much” You whined and Leon trusted up to you a little faster making you let out more moans.
“I thought you needed it” Leon said and kept increasing his pace, you moaned more as he hit the spot inside you again and again.
“Besides you say too much, but she’s gripping me like a vice and crying for it” Leon grunted and you shivered at the words.
“Fuck, I won’t last long baby, please tell me you’re close” Leon said and you nodded, already feeling your orgasm drawing near but having no words left to warn Leon.
Leon kept praising you as he fucked up into you and watched his cock slide in and out of you covered in a mix of his precum and your own wetness. Your own moans became slightly higher in pitch when you were getting closer, you were tightening around Leon even more and he resorted to begging you to finish. When you finally let go your mouth simply hung open as you saw literal flashes of light across your eyes that you could only describe as stars from how hard you were cumming around Leon’s cock. Your grip on his had gotten so impossibly tight and your legs were firmly set on either side. Leon couldn’t hold back any longer and the sight alone allowed Leon to finally release his own cum inside you. Feeling Leon’s cum inside you nearly made you cum again instantly and you continued trying to get more of it until Leon pushed you all the way down to stop you.
Leon looked like he had just a marathon, he had actual sweat on his skin and it was making his hair stick to his sides a little, you brushed them away although you were sure you weren’t in a much better state, he had his eyes closed and for a few seconds you were worried he fell asleep.
He slowly opened his eyes back up and placed a hand on your waist and helped you up before he reached for a tower and wiped you down.
“Did you plan for this?” You asked in a somewhat surprised tone and Leon shook his head.
“No, I just know you” He said and helped you stand on your feet as he got up too and used the same towel to hastily clean himself up too.
“So I planned ahead” Leon answered and gave you a smirk and you covered your face in shyness, he really did pay attention to all your requests that you sent him.
“Next time, I’ll be more unpredictable” you finally said and let out a small giggle and Leon followed.
“Next time, we’ll be at my place” Leon added and kissed your forehead, it was a very soft gesture, you felt warm.
“Now please drink the glass of water I gave you earlier and go get some sleep, I’ll clean up” Leon added and you nodded, you really had no more attitude left in you so you took the water finished it in one go and gave Leon a quick kiss on his cheek before going upstairs to lie in your bed.
You could only look forward to your next encounter with Leon.
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summary: Leon with a secret nsfw twitter account that you follow not knowing it's him. Too bad you're about to find out it's him at your dad's barbeque party.
Oh yeah, Your dad and Leon are besties, nothing will go wrong, surely :)
word count: 5.7k, two parts! part 2
tags: mentions of alcohol, dirty talk, no plot only smut, age difference, no use of y/n, cum, general filth, fingering and a little bit or oral (f receiving)
a/n: all i have been able to think about is dbf!Leon bending me over, SOMEONE SEND HELP. as always this is also on my ao3. MDNI THIS FIC ISN'T FOR YOU IT'S EXPLICIT. I'm currently skimming through the second part to check for typos, it should be up very soon! credits for the picture to the owner (if you know who they are lmk!)
It was a rare occasion for your dad to host a barbeque party, but it was his birthday today and he wanted to make it special, so he got up early and began making preparations. From the moment you woke up you were basically given some cleaning tools and were told to clean up th kitchen, the house had to be spotless for the guests. The first one to arrive way to early was Leon, your dad’s best friend, they’ve known each other for years and you’ve spent countless evening at his place watching a movie when your parents wanted to go outside. You started avoiding him when you hit puberty though because you realized you began to actually like him and sadly for you, those feelings never went away and you were always reminded of them when you two interacted.
You waved and called out to him when your dad frowned a little and reminded you that you should be calling him by his last name, you blushed a little and looked up at Leon was giving you a small smile. Your dad walked away and motioned at Leon to follow him.
“Don’t listen to your dad sweetheart” Leon said in a hushed voice before he left and walked to the backyard where they were setting up the barbeque. You stood on the doorway and straight up ogled at Leon’s biceps before for a few minutes before you left and went back to your cleaning duties.
Soon you were done and decided to check if your favorite twitter account had posted anything. You had recently become very interested in a certain nsfw account on twitter, mostly because account’s owner had a very similar build to Leon’s and you could have easily pictured him if it weren’t for the tattoo the internet stranger had, it was a simple symbol right on the v line above his waistband. The good thing about this account is that they were taking requests, you were sure he had many but you tried asking once and found out that it was completed within an hour, there was also a lovely gif that matched the request. It was a simple one at first but you once tried to make it a little more specific by requesting something to be written with a dad’s best friend, that post was completed within minutes and the account even sent you a link to the post.
You barely even remember the content of it but you remembered it made your knees buckle and you had to cover your mouth in pure shock at how spot on it was. You used to frequently go back to it and reread it while you were having some alone time. The main drawback is that you always thought of Leon when you did and you eventually forced yourself to stop. You went back to checking your phone and then noticed there was one new post about a barbeque party and about the girl in the post wearing a pretty sundress.
The only thing you could think of was Leon’s hand sliding up your dress and-
“Honey, can you come here?” Your dad’s voice interrupted your thoughts and you sighed and walked outside when you were told to go into the shed and find more coal and also a small foldable wooden table.
You nodded before quickly texting the account on twitter with a new idea you came up with and walked away. You could have sworn you heard Leon’s phone buzz as you left but paid no mind to it.
Finding the table was easy enough what was very hard was grabbing the coal that sat on the top shelf without a ladder. You tried everything to reach it, you stretched as much as you could and then even tried stacking multiple object together to use as stepping stools, nothing worked and you almost fell once or twice. You sighed and angrily stared at the object on the top shelf as if you were trying to pressure it to come down on it’s own and maybe apologize on the way down.
You rolled your eyes and walked away, swung the door open and took a step before you bumped into Leon who thankfully grabbed you by your biceps before you fully lost your balance. He lightly held on to you until he was sure you wouldn’t fall again.
“Easy there, don’t want an accident happening at a party” He laughed a little and nodded towards you, a silent question to ask if you were okay, you nodded back a little too quickly. He kept his eyes on you as if he’s checking to see if you’re really alright, the only thing it really did though was give you goosebumps.
“Actually, Leon, you can help me, I can’t really reach the coal” You admitted and Leon seemed to snap out of whatever thoughts he was having and he gave you a cheesy one liner before he walked inside the shed with you.
“Well, you’re nothing if not resourceful” Leon remarked at all the cluttered items that were clearly put together as a makeshift ladder. It sounded like he meant it as praise which made you feel a little fuzzy. You quickly checked your phone and noticed the request you sent had been read and felt a rush of excitement for the upcoming post.
“Well I tried staring it down until it came down themselves and you wouldn’t believe it, but it didn’t work” You answered with a small laugh and earned yourself a chuckle from him. As he moved away some boxes so he could have better accesses to the shelves.
“Well this coal is being very bad if it doesn’t listen to a pretty girl like you” He said as he reached up to reach them himself, making his shirt ride up and that’s when you noticed it and let out a small gasp.
That was the same tattoo the guy from twitter had, it was the exact same down to every single detail, you would know, you’ve spent the longest time studying it. Leon immediately stopped what he was doing and was paying attention to you, he had a questioning look in his face and you moved your lips but no sound came out. You were unsure if he did it on purpose of or it was purely an accident but now you were wondering if he knew he was taking requests from his best friend’s fucking daughter. You felt a blush creep up your cheeks.
“Everything okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost sweetheart” Leon said softly, he actually sounded concerned and stopped trying to reach for the bag and turned his body towards you, your eyes were glued to his now covered abdomen and you were sure it looked like you were staring at his crotch but you couldn’t even dare look up at his face, not when your brain was busy thinking back to all the requests and fantasies you sent him that were all about him, if he pieced the clues together he could figure it out so easily and then you’d be screwed.
Leon, upon not receiving an answer took a step closer to you and placed a hand on your shoulder, giving you what was supposed to be a reassuring squeeze, you only thought of him squeezing your shoulder like that while he’s bent you over somewhere, you shook your head and forced yourself to look up at him with a small and sweet smile
“I just thought I saw a spider that’s all” You finally spoke and it was the worst excuse you could come up with, Leon frowned but pretended to buy into it and looked around to confirm for any spiders, his hand never leaving your shoulder as he turned his head left and right before moving away and continuing his reaching for the bag of coal, revealing his tattoo to you once more. You thought you could faint upon seeing it again.
“There we go, now we should have no more bad and mean coal” He said as he gave the bag to you and his fingers brushed your bicep and you felt your blush deepen.
“I think we should teach them a lesson” You said almost too awkwardly but you were testing the waters, and Leon took the bait when you noticed him smile faintly.
“Oh yeah? What do you suggest?” Leon asked, his voice dropping a little, he knew what it meant and now you were unsure of what to do with this new information. On the other hand he could simply be playing along for the fun of it and it could mean nothing, besides his tone still sounded playful enough.
“I don’t know, why don’t you tell me what happens to bad bags of coal” You answered and Leon took a step closer, he was close but he was also far enough so that if you got caught it wouldn’t look too suspicious. He simply stared at your for a moment and scanned your features as if he was trying to remember them for later.
“Wouldn’t you like to know” He finally answered a way that was clearly teasing and his voice along sent shivers down your spine and as if he knew exactly what to do with you and how to push your buttons.
And he did know. You had spent a significant amount of time explaining what turned you on in great detail and he always found a way to find more things with his lewd posts. He probably knew you better than any of your previous boyfriends.
“Now go be a good girl and take these to your dad for me, yeah?” Leon finally said and he didn’t miss how your thighs clenched together at the praise. You nodded not trusting your voice enough and turned to outside after swallowing down your words. You were burning up with a need for him to know that you know and your curiosity was slowly getting the better of you, what if he already knew and was simply indulging your wishes? You had to make sure to avoid him for the rest of the day.
You placed the bag of coal down and went back inside a little too quickly and began working on making two different kinds of sangrias, everyone usually loved your recipe and it had become a staple at every barbeque. You were quietly working away, trying to distract yourself when you felt someone’s chest right behind you and even leaning towards you to let you feel it better, it had to be Leon, you mentally cursed at him and his workout routine.
“Need any help, sweetheart?” Leon asked and it sounded friendly enough, he usually reserved sweetheart for when you two were alone, you took in a shaky breath and turned around. Leon was closer than you expected which forced you to look up to him. You nodded again and pointed to a small pile of strawberries. He nodded and got to work.
“So, how are you with social media?” You asked trying to make the question sound innocent and you saw him shrug as his hair fell forward, covering his face. You wished you could avoid the subject but Leon was working through the strawberries quite fast and you spoke without thinking, feeling like your time to ask was running out.
“Not particularly great, why?” He asked frowning and not looking at up you, it was a full lie, you both knew that.
“I know about your twitter account” You said before you could stop yourself while turning your body towards him, he stopped turned to look at you with his head tilted to the side, he had a faint smile again as if he had planned the whole thing and you simply walked right into his trap. You really wanted to have broached this with more tact but really that wasn’t you, if something was on your mind you immediately said it.
“I know” He answered and you felt another blush creep up on your face, you tried to look away but Leon placed a hand on your chin to prevent you from doing so. You opened and closed your mouth a few times searching for a response. You knew there was a possibility but you didn’t know that he knew.
“How?” You managed to let out and tried to make it sound like you weren’t at all affected by his grip on your chin. He eased it a little when he thought you wouldn’t try to run away.
“Well, it really wasn’t hard to look at your account and look at your pinned selfie sweetheart” He said tightening his grip a little, not letting you look away and you cursed yourself. You closed your eyes for a moment and took a deep breath.
“So you knew and didn’t block my account and not only that, you made countless posts about fucking your best friend’s daughter, pervert” You tried to shoot back and got closer to Leon, pressing your chest right up against his, he looked down at it before looking back up to your face before he smiled sweetly at you.
“You call me a pervert but you’re the one sending me those ideas baby” Leon said in a lower tone and then leaned down and brushed his lips over yours, you tried closing the gap but you were held in place. His other hand sneaked it’s way to your waist to keep you steadier and you let out a small gasp.
“So who’s the real pervert here?” He questioned and he was right, he destroyed your one line of defense with just a simple observation, you contemplated kicking his shin and running away.
“I wonder what you do with those posts I make for you” He said and went back to cutting up strawberries like he didn’t just admit to doing it on purpose, your body felt frozen in place.
“You know exactly what I do with those” You answered and went back to cutting an orange.
“I don’t”
“Yeah right”
“Admit it or no more posts for you” Leon said not even looking up from his cutting board but the threat made you gasp and turn to look at him wide eyed.
“You wouldn’t”
“Would” He replied and turned to you with a smile that made you realize he enjoyed this.
“You can’t, you like the attention” You said crossing your arms over your big t-shirt, it was mostly a bluff on your end, you were sure he’d follow through with what he said he’d do. Instead of Leon looking annoyed his gaze softened, he knew exactly what you meant and he knew you were too shy to even utter the words out loud, he really thought it was all so adorable.
“Aw, is my baby too shy to tell me she fucks herself silly to my posts?” He teased and the words went straight to your core, you clenched your thighs together and took in a shaky breath before steadying yourself to answer.
“You wish” You said even if you both knew his statement was true, you took a step closer and idly played with the hem of his shirt. Leon sighed and looked away for a brief moment, trying to compose himself.
“Keep being a brat and I’ll fuck the attitude right out of you” Leon said and it sounded like a promise, you wondered If he intended on keeping it.
“Go ahead, I dare you even” You knew you were only digging your grave deeper but you were determined to see how far Leon would take it. Leon finally closed the gap between you too and leaned down just enough so that he could bite your bottom lip and then he moved to kiss your jaw.
“You’re in over your head sweetheart” He warned and you shook your head.
“That would be you, Leon, I know exactly what I’m doing” You answered and he laughed before quickly stepping away when he heard the sliding door and your dad appeared again reminding you to get ready. You were pouting at the loss of contact with Leon who simply had gone back to cutting up more fruit like nothing had happened.
“Do as you’re told sweetheart” Leon said in a hushed tone again and you groaned and left.
Needless to say you spent the entire day teasing Leon as much as you could, you rubbed up against him at every opportunity and talked back to him over the silliest things, at one point you even pretended there was no space and chose to pass right next to him and specifically rubbed your ass against his jeans, Leon gave you a few warning looks every once in a while and each time you simply stuck your tongue out at him. As the night was slowly approaching and most of the guests were leaving you became bolder and even sat next to him for a while and crept up your hand up his thigh before leaving again. You could have sworn you heard Leon sigh after clicking his tongue as you walked away, a victorious smile plastered itself on your face. Your final move though came when there were very few people left, you went upstairs to the bathroom closed the door behind you, took out your phone and positioned yourself just enough to show your chest and snapped a picture. You messaged it to Leon on his actual number and simply told him he has 30 seconds to get to the bathroom upstairs. You left the app and immediately started a timer.
You sighed when you paused the timer at 30 seconds and even counted an extra two seconds in your head before you walked out of the bathroom and were immediately met with Leon who stopped himself in time and didn’t bump into you this time. You stuck your tongue out at him again and smiled
“Time’s up, no treat for you, sorry” you said and kept up the smile, Leon placed his hands on his hips and looked down at you.
“Go inside please” Leon said in a very sweet tone it almost made you want to listen. But you crossed your arms and shook your head.
“Make me”
“As you wish” He said and placed a hand around your waist, keeping you in place before opening the door to the bathroom again and pulling you inside as he set you on top of the counter and he locked the door behind him before he turned his attention to you and placed his hands on the counter on either side of your thighs.
“You’ve been a fucking brat and a tease” He stated and you could do nothing more than nod.
“You knew exactly what it would do to me” he continued and his other hand slid up your thigh slowly, you subconsciously spread your legs further hoping he’d come closer but he had his head bowed and was looking at his hand that was slowly sliding your dress up.
“You started it” You said with a small pout.
“Did I now?” Leon looking up at you again, you were unsure if he was expecting an answer but you thought you would defend yourself once again.
“You’re the one you kept making these posts knowing I was the one who was asking for them” You said and held your breath when Leon hand reached your upper thigh but stopped right before he could touch your clothed core. Leon hummed and gave a quick kiss to your jaw.
“I never said I didn’t enjoy your thoughts” Leon mumbled into your neck as he finally pressed his fingers against your clit making you gasp. You were unsure what to do with your hands so you wrapped one of them around his hand between your legs and the other flew to his shoulder.
“She’s so wet for me I can feel it through your panties baby” Leon said and it made you let out a soft whine while you pushed your core closer to his fingers.
“I bet you’ve been thinking about this all day” he said drawing out the all while pressing his fingers harder against your clit making you bite your lip to stifle a soft moan.
“Fuck, you’ve been a teasing brat because you wanted this exact thing to happen, you wanted me bending you over right on this counter and making you take my cock in your pretty cunt until you can’t think straight” he kept going and then hummed along your neck before biting down and pressing into your clit again, you just shivered at his words and his lips, your mind already clouded with lust.
Leon began pressing further into your clit making you let out a soft moan, and he then slid you off the counter and indeed bent you over it while sliding your panties off and helping you kick them out, he then pressed his fingers on your clit again and watched your reaction through the mirror, the contact simply made your mouth hang open and your eyes flutter shut, In turn Leon praised you and moved his finger up and down your folds, coating his fingers in your wetness before he experimentally slid his middle finger in making you moan.
“Fuck Leon” You said and he smiled as he leaned in and placed a kiss on your shoulder before biting down, making another soft moan escape from your lips, he quickly licked the spot he just bit and whispered soothing words to you as he slowly began moving his finger in and out of your core. You were so turned on at that point and your mind was rushing with all the possibilities that could happen you really began feeling lightheaded.
“Don’t worry baby, I’m right here” he said and began pumping his finger in and out of your aching pussy faster making you push your hips back in a silent plea for more.
“God you’re so wet and tight for me baby, all for me” Leon muttered as he slowly slid in his ring finger along with his middle one and slowly began moving them inside you, searching for the spot that would make you squirm.
It didn’t take long for him to find it and he began repeatedly hitting the same spot over and over making your brain feel fuzzy and you decided that sneaking a hand in between your own folds to rub at your own clit wouldn’t be a big deal. Leon noticed and sped up his movement with his fingers he kept muttering praise about you and kept remarking how wet you were for him.
“You’re taking my fingers so well, god, she’s practically begging me to give her more” Leon muttered as you noticed him looking down through the mirror, you didn’t know who he was saying this more for but it didn’t stop your cunt from reacting to his words.
It didn’t take long for the all too familiar pressure to begin building inside you and you began tightening every muscle while you tried to warn Leon, he nodded still looking at you through the mirror and just as you were about to finish on his fingers and get exactly what you wanted Leon withdrew his fingers completely and took your own hand away from your clit, the loss of contact made you whine and you tried pushing your hips back trying to find anything. Leon stayed very still and was looking down at your cunt that was practically begging him to shove his fingers or anything back in.
“Not much of an attitude now, huh?” Leon asked as he was looking at you silently beg for more.
“Leon” You whined and pushed your hips back again, hoping he’ll give in
“Aww, poor baby is all whiny and needy just from my fingers” Leon said in a soothing voice before he brought you back up to kiss you. He was pushing you against the counter which you were thankful for as your legs didn’t feel steady, you placed your hands on his ass and pushed him even closer to you earning yourself a small groan from him.
“Eager to continue huh” You commented when you felt Leon’s hard on through his pants and he sighed when you pressed your hips closer to him.
“Your pretty pussy got me worked up baby” He answered and you gasped a little as he bent you down again and unzipped his pants and you felt his cock practically slap your ass as it sprung free from it’s confinement. You turned to look at it and gasped again when you saw it using your last remaining sane thoughts to realize you felt completely unprepared for it.
“Leon wait” You said and he stopped all movement and allowed you to turn around and truly take a look at the thing between his legs, he was stood very still as you looked down and slowly back up, suddenly doubt was creeping up in your mind.
“What’s wrong sweetheart?” Leon asked, he still sounded like the concerned friend you’ve always known and that gave you immense comfort, you looked up at him with a small pout.
“I, uhm, I just don’t think it’ll, you know” You sounded incredibly awkward and the longer you tried to explain it the more you had to avoid Leon’s gaze, he thankfully soon realized what you were talking about and let out a small chuckle.
“Aw, my baby is a little scared. Don’t worry it’s not that big, I’ll make it fit” Leon said and kissed your temple, the action was very soothing and his words made you feel like you were on fire, fuck you wanted it, you really did.
“Leon, I haven’t” You started and he frowned in confusion.
“Done it, with anyone” you added and then Leon looked down as a realization dawned on him, he really might be too big for your first. He leaned and pressed his forehead against yours, he seemed so incredibly calm but you were just anxious.
“You might be right sweetheart, it’s just not going to fit right now” He said slowly and kissed along your jawline, making you sigh.
“I’m sorry if-” You began saying before Leon promptly pressed his lips against yours to stop your sentence midway.
“Just because I said not right now, doesn’t mean not ever baby” He said breaking the kiss before leaning down to bite your bottom lip.
“I just need” he started and kissed further down your neck until he reached the top of your breasts and he took out the sundress with a sigh, as if it was personally offending him that it was on the way. He resumed his kissing between your chest and bit down on the soft flesh once or twice.
“A little extra time to get you ready for it, that’s all” He continued softly and he knelt further down and placed his lips on your knee before looking up at you. You nodded and gripped the counter as you pushed yourself closer to the edge of it, giving Leon more room to work with.
He wasted no time and kissed all the way up your thigh while adjusting your legs so they were resting on his shoulders while never taking his eyes off of you. He stopped about midway and bit down on your inner thigh and sucked on the spot just enough that you were sure it would leave a mark. He kept doing the same after every few kisses and you were getting whinier and more impatient by the second. Leon softly squeezed your thigh reassuringly that he would get to it.
When he eventually reached your clit he chose to blow a little air on it first, making you try and push your hips closer to his lips, only to find out they were firmly held in place. Leon was dead set on enjoying you at his pace and he was going to make sure he savored every second of it.
When he did eventually wrap his lips around you clit and sucked you had to quickly cover your own mouth, your other hand went to his hair and your grip tightened on his head the harder he sucked. He groaned a little as he felt your hand tug at him not being able to decide if you wanted him closer or further away. The vibration made your legs shave and a jolt run through your spine. Leon soon stopped his sucking and instead pressed his tongue as flatly as he could against your entrance and licked all the way up your folds until he reached your clit when he circled it a bit with his tongue before he began sucking again.
“Sit still baby, I don’t want to bruise you by holding you too tightly” He mumbled against your core and the vibration was enough to make you shake again and Leon had to tighten his grip again to keep you in place, at that point you didn’t care how many bruises he left with you just needed him to keep doing whatever he’s doing.
“I don’t fucking care, just keep going” you answered and Leon chuckled before he went back to sucking on your clit.
You were basically a mess by that point and you felt the same pressure as before building in your lower stomach. Your legs were tightening around Leon’s head who didn’t seem to mind the added pressure and you could only moan out his name in warning of your imminent orgasm. This time instead of pulling away he kept going and if anything it felt like he was increasing his efforts.
That’s when a knock came at the door making both of you stop. Leon slowly detached himself from your sopping wet cunt and you noticed his lips and chin were basically absolutely drenched, you shivered at his state and had to cover your mouth to keep quiet.
“It’s occupied” Leon finally spoke when there was a second knock at the door and he slowly spun you around, trapping you between his body and the counter as his fingers slid down and found your aching cunt once more.
“Oh, hey, I’ve been looking everywhere for you” Your dad’s voice came through the other end of the door making you widen your eyes, you met Leon’s eyes through the mirror and he seemed to be looking very cool and collected, if not a little mischievous as he slid in his fingers inside again, your hand went to hold his that was between your legs.
“Yeah man, I’ve been in the bathroom, not really feeling well” Leon answered and pressed you further into the counter as he picked up his pace, you took his free hand that was resting on your waist and began bring it further up and closer to your mouth, not trusting yourself to stay quiet. Leon took the hint and placed it firmly on your mouth muffling any moans that could escape from your throat.
“Oh, why? What happened?” Your dad asked full of curiosity and you really wanted to groan and tell him to stop being so curious but instead you felt nervousness as you felt your orgasm building up again, way too fast to ignore. Leon felt it too by the way you tightened your cunt around his fingers and he looked at you through the mirror. He mouthed wait but did nothing to slow down his own fingers.
“I just think I had too much to drink, I’ll be fine in a sec” Leon said and you heard your dad hum outside, your legs were starting to shake and feeling Leon’s hard on pressing against your ass wasn’t helping your situation, your head was falling back on Leon’s shoulder who brought you back up and mouthed wait again.
“Alright man, by the way, have you seen my daughter anywhere?” He asked and you mewled into Leon’s hand, cunt impossibly tight around his fingers as you were doing your best to hold back your own orgasm.
“No, not really. I’m sure she’ll turn up somewhere” Leon said and made the mistake of breathing down your neck as he finished his sentence which gave you the final push you needed to release your orgasm around his fingers. Leon muttered a soft curse under his breath as he kept up his pace but tightened the grip over your mouth to cover your moans that were only getting louder.
It really felt like your orgasm had been ripped out of you and all you could do was shake and tighten every muscle you could, you half realized you were gripping Leon’s hands a little too tightly and were probably leaving some marks behind. It really felt like it was going on forever as your body was trying to slump forward but Leon was holding you up but all you were focusing on were Leon’s hands on your body and his lips around your ear as they were gently shushing and reassuring you.
Leon slowly released his hand from your mouth letting you catch your breath and finally allowing you to slump forward and rest the side of your head on the cool counter as he followed along with his own body and kissed your temple as he slowly removed his fingers making you let out another small whine.
“You’re lucky I covered your mouth” Leon said in between kisses as he moved to your shoulder. You could only nod in response.
“Aw, I haven’t even made you cum on my cock and you’re already so out of it” Leon taunted in a very sweet tone and you really really wanted to have a smartass response but you came up with nothing.
“Now, go outside and show yourself before our absence gets too suspicious” Leon said and playfully smacked your ass as you lifted yourself off the counter and began fixing your dress before turning to Leon, lingering for a second and pointed to his chin reminding him he should clean up.
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You had been married for almost three years, three years of living on the edge because of Leon’s stupid job.
That was what you repeated to yourself every time he sent you a text saying, 'I have to stay late at the office, I love you,' or 'An issue just came up, I have to leave on a mission, I’ll keep you posted.' You were sick of the little missions and the overtime, but above all, you were sick of the fear. Because unlike other wives, you didn’t believe your husband was in a boring business meeting; you knew perfectly well what the word "mission" meant in the DSO.
Leon had a job that was crucial to the world, and you were deeply proud of his bravery, but you hated waiting for entire weeks with your heart in your throat, consumed by anxiety, only for him to come back so broken and traumatized that he didn't even want to talk. And when he did seek your touch, you were so angry about the suffering his absence caused you that you simply ignored him.
You stared at the blinking cursor on your laptop screen, but the accumulated rage and fear wouldn't dissipate. The house felt too big, too cold, like a hospital waiting room. You looked at the clock on the kitchen counter: two-thirty in the morning. Another night where the meal you had painstakingly prepared had gone cold on the counter, covered by a piece of aluminum foil that seemed to mock your silent agony.
You got up from your chair, ready to turn off all the lights and go to bed to sleep alone, trying to convince yourself that the fact that two plainclothes agents hadn't knocked on your door meant he was still alive. But just as your hand brushed the hallway switch, the subtle yet unmistakable sound of a key turning in the lock froze you in place.
The front door opened slowly, letting out a slight creak.
Leon shuffled inside. He wasn't wearing a uniform, but his dark leather jacket seemed to weigh a ton on his shoulders, and his duffel bag hung loosely from his right hand. His blonde hair was messy and slightly damp from the rain outside, and when the dim light of the hallway illuminated his face, your stomach dropped completely. He had deep, dark circles carved beneath those blue eyes that usually overflowed with confidence. He looked like a man who had just returned from hell itself. And you knew that was exactly where he had come from.
Seeing you standing there in the middle of the hallway, Leon stopped. He dropped the bag onto the floor with a dull thud and sighed—a raspy sound that came from the deepest part of his chest, heavy with a exhaustion that went far beyond the physical.
—You're still awake —he said, and his voice sounded more broken, rough, and cracked than usual.
—Someone has to be in this house —you replied, crossing your arms and keeping your voice as icy as you could, even though inside you were collapsing from pure relief—. I thought extraction was on Tuesday, Leon. Today is Thursday. Three whole days without a single sign of life. Do you have any idea what goes through my head every time the hours pass and the agency gives me no information?
Leon closed the door behind him and leaned against it, letting his head fall back against the wood. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, exhausted. He had just come from an infected nest in the middle of nowhere, his ribs bruised from the impact of a mutated creature, and the horror of having had to activate a purge protocol still fresh on his retinas. Unlike before, he didn't have to invent a lie about canceled flights or board meetings; he knew you understood the weight of the silence perfectly well.
—I'm sorry —he whispered, opening his eyes to look at you. There was a silent plea in his gaze, a vulnerability so dense it hurt—. The containment got complicated. The area was cut off, and we lost communications before the chopper arrived. I had no way to bypass the radio protocol, I swear.
—It always gets complicated, Leon! —you exploded, taking a step back, shaking your head as tears of frustration and pent-up terror welled in your eyes—. I'm sick of it. I'm sick of being the one left behind, waiting to see if my husband returns whole, infected, or in a body bag. I can't keep living with this knot in my throat every time you leave. I feel like I'm married to a man who already has one foot in the grave. If saving the world from biological destruction matters so much to you, maybe you should permanently move into the DSO barracks and stop giving me hope.
Your words, born from the sheer panic of losing him, sounded cruel in the silence of the early morning. You watched his jaw tighten noticeably and pain cross his blue eyes. Leon took a step toward you, reaching out a gloved-less hand, showing the rough, strong skin of his fingers, scarred from handling weapons.
—Don't say that. Please —he pleaded, his voice trembling with a note of genuine desperation. The indefatigable agent seemed to be on the verge of collapsing right in front of you—. I know the hell I put you through. I know that knowing the truth makes it a thousand times worse for you... but I swear on my life that the only thing that keeps me sane down there, the only thing that pushes me to keep shooting and stay alive, is knowing that you are here, in this apartment, waiting for me. You are my only reality, not the monsters.
—Well, your reality is costing you your mental health! —you snapped, turning around to head to the bedroom. You didn't want to soften so quickly. You didn't want the relief of seeing him alive to erase the trauma of having presumed him dead for the last seventy-two hours.
But Leon didn't let you escape. With two quick strides, he closed the distance. His large, warm hand caught your wrist with a desperate firmness, as if you were the only anchor keeping him from being swept away by the current of his own ghosts. He pulled you against his body and, before you could protest or strike his injured chest, his arms wrapped completely around you, trapping you against him in a suffocating embrace.
—Let me go, Leon —you growled, trying to break free, though your own body sabotaged your words by pressing closer to him—. Let me go. I'm angry with you. I am terrified with you.
—Just a second —he begged against your ear, and you felt his ragged breath hit your neck. The heat radiating from him was suffocating, mixed with the smell of leather from his jacket,
the night rain, and that subtle trace of gunpowder that always seemed burned into his skin—. Just let me feel that I made it. Let me feel that I'm home. I'm begging you.
His body trembled slightly against yours. It wasn't from the cold; it was the adrenaline crash, the post-traumatic stress of someone who had just dodged death once again. Noticing that shudder in his broad shoulders, your resistance broke completely. Your arms slowly slid up to rest on his back, clinging to him with the same force. You felt the heavy fabric of his jacket and pressed yourself against his chest, confirming with your own body that his heart was still beating, that he was alive and whole.
Leon hid his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply, filling his lungs with you. To him, you were cleanliness, purity, and peace in a world rotted by bioterrorism.
You spent several minutes like that, in the middle of the hallway, barely swaying in a silent embrace that consumed the anger and the fear.
—I haven't slept at all since Tuesday —Leon whispered, his voice muffled against your skin—. I only had your face in my mind. I had to come back.
—You're an idiot —you said, pulling back a little to look at his face. You caressed his cheek, feeling the several days' stubble—. You're wrecked, Leon. Let me see where you're hurt. I saw how you moved when you came in.
He offered a bitter smile—one of those half-smiles so characteristic of him—though his eyes remained fixed on yours with a consuming intensity.
—We'll worry about my ribs later —he replied in a low voice. His eyes immediately drifted down to your lips, and the atmosphere in the hallway shifted instantly. The pain and exhaustion gave way to a thick, burning electric current that ignited your own pulse—. Right now, I need something else to know I'm still alive.
Because you knew perfectly well what he faced, you understood that look. You knew that after witnessing horror, Leon developed an almost primal, hungry, and desperate need to touch human skin, to reclaim life through sex, to immerse himself in you until the images of the mission were erased. It was his way of purging the darkness.
Leon caught your face between his large hands. His palms were warm, a bit rough from training, and he forced you to look straight at him.
—I missed you to the point of going crazy —he said, and before you could say anything, his lips slammed against yours.
The kiss was desperate, hungry, devoid of any gentleness. Leon kissed you as if he were drowning and your lips were the only pure air left on the planet. His tongue forced its way in urgently, tasting you with a possessiveness that made you let out a weak whimper of pure need. He grabbed your waist tightly, lifting you slightly off the floor to press you completely against his body, making you feel the rigidity of his chest against yours.
The fear you had felt instantly transformed into a voracious, thick desire. Your hands moved up to his neck, tangling in his blonde hair, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss, responding with the same needy intensity. You knew how close he had come to not returning, and that thought made you want him with a savage force.
Without breaking the kiss, Leon began to walk backward, dragging you with him toward the master bedroom. His heavy boots echoed on the hardwood floor, a rhythmic sound that set the pace for your shared urgency. He tripped slightly on the corner of the dresser, but he didn't even flinch; his attention was entirely concentrated on your mouth, on your whimpers, on your hands that were now desperately trying to strip him of his leather jacket.
When you entered the bedroom, illuminated only by the silver moonlight filtering through the window, Leon gently pushed you onto the bed. The mattress sank under your combined weight as he quickly positioned himself between your legs, trapping you with his towering frame.
He broke away for a second to pull off his jacket, tossing it to the floor without even looking where it landed. Underneath, he wore a tight black thermal shirt that perfectly accentuated his broad shoulders and the muscles of his arms. As he turned back to you, you clearly saw the massive, dark bruise covering the side of his torso, the battle scar from his last mission. You tried to touch it with concern, but Leon quickly caught your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours and pinning them firmly to the pillows on either side of your head.
—Don't look at that right now —he whispered, his breath hitched, lowering his head to kiss your jaw, your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin right where it met your shoulder, making you arch your back with a shiver—. Look at me. Tell me you're mine. I need to hear it, you need to remind me after this week.
—I'm yours, Leon —you moaned, tilting your head to give him more access, feeling his hot lips mercilessly marking your skin—. I'm always yours, but be careful with your ribs…
—Fuck the ribs —he growled, and that hint of military roughness turned you on completely.
Those words seemed to break the last vestige of control he had left. He released your hands only to slide his underneath your shirt, yanking it over your head and tossing it somewhere.
His hot palms came into direct contact with the bare skin of your ribs and waist, squeezing with an urgency that ripped a loud gasp from you. His fingers dug into your hips, making it clear there would be no slow foreplay; he needed the impact of your body to erase the horror of the DSO.
Leon moved down your body, kissing your stomach, unbuttoning your pants with hands clumsy from haste, stripping you of them and your underwear until you were completely exposed beneath the moonlight. He quickly shed his own clothes, staying mostly in the shadows, not caring that you saw the old scars and the new combat marks. You knew the story behind each one; you knew the price his body paid for his work. You only wanted to see his eyes, and those blue eyes shone with an almost dangerous steadiness, heavy with absolute possessiveness.
He positioned himself between your thighs again, opening them gently but with a determination that admitted no argument. His hands returned to your hips, holding you firmly, lifting your body slightly toward him to align you perfectly.
—Look into my eyes —he ordered you in a raspy, low, authoritative voice—the same tone he used when a situation required absolute control. He took your chin with two fingers to ensure you didn't look away—. Don't close your eyes. I want you to see that I am alive. That I am here inside you, that we won again.
And then, he thrust inside you in a single, deep, firm, and overwhelming motion.
A muffled cry caught in your throat at the intensity of the penetration, but Leon caught it immediately, sealing his lips against yours as he began to move inside you. The rhythm was intense from the very first second—a heavy, needy, and possessive cadence that offered no respite. Each of his thrusts was an absolute reclamation, a way to purge the death he had seen and replace it with your warmth, with your life. Because you knew what he was doing, you understood that this force wasn't a lack of love, but an excess of desperation to cling to existence.
Your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, wanting to pull him closer, eliminating any trace of distance or air between the two of you. You felt the sweat begin to glisten on his forehead, the friction of his chest against yours, and the sound of your ragged breathing filling the quiet room.
Leon didn't take his eyes off you for a single second. His blue gaze was an anchor keeping you both tethered to life as pleasure began to cloud your minds. His hands shifted, moving up to your neck, caressing your jawline with his thumbs, and then one of them moved down to entwine with yours against the mattress again, squeezing your fingers tightly each time he buried himself deeper inside you.
—You are my only sanctuary —you heard him whisper against your ear, his voice so low, rough, and dirty that it sent a shockwave down your spine—. Only you. It doesn't matter how many monsters I have to shoot out there... I always come back to you. You're the only clean thing I have left, the only thing worth coming back alive for from those piece-of-shit missions.
That dirty language, that raw confession he only showed between the sheets when the
weight of knowing the truth crushed you both, finally shattered all your emotional defenses. You forgot the anger from the hours of anguish, you forgot the nights staring at the phone waiting for a call from the agency, you forgot the resentment. In that moment, held by his strong arms and his desperation, nothing existed but the scorching heat of his body and the certainty that your husband was still alive and belonged to you.
The pace became even faster and more urgent. Leon gritted his teeth, ignoring the pain in his bruised ribs, the muscles in his shoulders and arms taut as piano wires as he accelerated his thrusts. You felt the climax just around the corner, a wave of internal heat threatening to make you lose consciousness. Your fingers dug tightly into the flesh of his back, accidentally scratching his skin, but he didn't seem to care in the slightest; on the contrary, he let out a low, almost animalistic growl and drove in even deeper, forcing you to arch your back completely under his weight.
Your body contracted violently around his in a shattering climax that left you completely breathless, floating in the dimness of the room. A second later, with a raspy, muffled groan that echoed loudly in your ear, Leon tensed completely over you, burying himself one last time to the hilt before releasing his full weight, finally surrendering to the orgasm he had been chasing ever since the mission went sideways.
He collapsed gently onto your chest, managing his weight so as not to hurt you, his breath wheezing and his heart beating a mile a minute against your ribs. Your bodies were drenched in sweat, joined in the middle of the unmade bed, surrounded by the peaceful silence of the night that he fought so hard to protect from the rest of the biological threats.
Several minutes passed where the only sound was the two of you trying to catch your breath. Leon didn't move from his position; he kept his head hidden in your neck, basking in the warmth, the residual spasms of your body, and the endorphin rush that finally managed to turn off the danger alarms in his military brain.
Slowly, he slid to one side, but he didn't allow you to move even an inch away. He stretched his long arm out to slide it under your head, pulling you into his side, forcing you to rest your cheek against his still damp, warm chest. With his other hand, he pulled the top sheet up to cover you both, shielding you from the early morning chill that was starting to seep through the window.
Your fingers, still trembling from the intensity of what had just happened, rested on his bare torso, right next to the bruise. You felt the steady, strong, and rhythmic beat of his heart beneath your palm. Your mind, now cooler and clearer, weighed the reality of your marriage once more.
—Leon —you said in a low voice, breaking the silence of the room.
—Mmm? —he replied with his eyes closed, running his hand through your hair with slow, soft, relaxed movements—the sweet Leon that only you knew.
—I know how important your work at the DSO is. I know you save lives and that you're the best agent they have... but the fact that I know what you're facing is killing me inside. Those seventy-two hours of radio silence... I really thought that this time you had turned into one of them or that they had left you in some abandoned lab. You can't do this to me again. The next time you leave, demand that they keep me informed, or I swear I'm going to show up at the agency headquarters and make a scene.
Leon stopped his hand in your hair for a second that felt eternal. He opened his eyes and stared at the dark ceiling, swallowing hard in silence. He knew perfectly well the psychological hell it was for you to know the truth; to know that monsters existed and that your husband fought them with his bare hands. But he looked at your tired face, your soft skin under the moonlight, and he knew he could never leave this job, but he could never leave you either. You were the only thing that reminded him why humanity was worth saving.
—You're right —he said, and this time his voice regained that soft edge, the tone of the man who loved you above any duty—. I'll talk to Hunnigan and my direct superiors. I'll demand an emergency channel or a direct notification protocol for you. If they want me to keep being their best piece on the board, they're going to have to take care of my wife. I promise you.
—Are you really going to do it? —you looked up at him, searching for his gaze in the dim light, wanting to make sure it wasn't just a promise to placate you after sex.
Leon leaned over you and gave you a short, tender kiss on the lips—an absolute contrast to the passionate violence of a few minutes prior.
—Really. I can't do my job right if I know you're at home dying of terror because of me. I need you whole, because you're the one who cleans the darkness out of my head when I come back.
You knew your life would never be entirely normal, that there would always be classified missions and biohazards lurking in the shadows, but in that moment, held by his strong arms, feeling the beat of his heart, and hearing his sincere promise, you decided to leave the fear behind for the night. You snuggled closer against his injured side, seeking his warmth, finally closing your eyes, carried away by exhaustion and the peace of having him back.
Leon stayed awake a little longer, watching over your sleep in the darkness of the room, making sure your breathing was calm and steady. For a few hours, the viruses, the labs, and the global conspiracies didn't matter. There was only you, his accomplice and his wife sleeping deeply in the only real and safe refuge he had left in the world.
sum; leon and his wife, who he just missed so goddamn much and couldn't properly love because of the T-Virus, so now it's his job to remind her what she does to him
content; unprotected sex, multiple rounds, creampie, kinda gross cum stuff, cum eating, spit & cum swapping with a kiss (just learned its called snowballing, thanks to the person in my comments who told me 🧡 LMAO), oral (f!receiving), overstimulation, squirting,
wc; 1.2k
a/n; oh how I yearn for re9!leon 😩 he's so sexy. this was honestly just a reason to get nasty and push myself to be more comfortable with being actually a little gross in my writing... pls tell me if this is too much. im afraid guys 😓
You forgot how you had gotten here—all bent in half and sobbing for him to slow down as he shoved your face into the pillows. One second, he was pulling you close and telling you about Elpis and how he's okay and how badly he missed you, the next he's got you completely lost with pleasure, his cum pumping into you for the second time tonight as your cunt practically choked his cock, having reached your third orgasm of the night.
He pulled out, only to roll you onto your back and push your legs up. You didn't even get a warning as his cock slipped back into you, resuming the brutal, rhythmic thrusts that were made easier by the nasty amount of cum and slick that were seeping out of your walls.
"Fuuck," he hissed, head falling back slightly. "Bet this pussy missed me, too, huh? Gonna make up for all the nights I missed. All the nights I left you frustrated 'cause I couldn't touch you right.. 'm gonna make up for it all night, baby. Promise." He panted, one hand coming down to your clit to lightly smack at the throbbing bud. Your thighs tried to squeeze shut, but he kept them open with one hand and his body in the way.
"Lee!" You cried, body twitching and shaking almost violently.
"Come on, don't tell me you can't take it. You've been perfectly healthy this whole time. You can't take cock like you used to?" He taunted, watching the embarrassment bloom on your cheeks.
"N-no, 's not that—fuck!—I just—" You gasped, back arching as his fingers began to strum steadily, harshly against your clit.
"You what? Poor baby can't even speak. Pussy's too busy swallowing my fuckin' cock. You gonna cry for my cock? Gonna cry while you cum?" He purred, his words harsh but sugar coated in his tone. You looked up at him, a whimper squeaking out before your head threw back again, eyes rolling back and crossing like some dirty porno from Leon's dreams when he was a rookie. He growled, hissing slightly with restraint.
"Ho—ooh, oh, shit!" You squealed, hands pawing and pushing and scratching at his chest and shoulders as you felt your orgasm approaching rapidly.
"Do it. Let me know I'm doing good. Didn't lose my spark, did I? I still know how to make my wife dumb for my dick, yeah?" Despite the dirty words, you detected a subtle and actual need for the reassurance. Given how long it'd been since you two were able to have normal penetrative sex, he had to make sure he still had his 'special touch' as he called it.
"Fuck! Fuck, 'm cumming!" You sobbed, body practically shrinking into the bed below as your entire body quivered and let loose, warmth gushing around his cock. He could feel your hole fluttering and pulsing, and his orgasm followed quickly. For the third time, a heavy load of cum spilled into you, his fat, hard tip kissing your cervix and pumping right against the limit. He panted. Finally, he showed some kind of shaking. His arms shook as he held himself above you, his breath hitching and faltering momentarily.
"'M sorry," he huffed, pulling back again, only to push his cock in once more. You whimpered, reaching desperately to grab at his wrist as he tapped and pinched lightly at your clit, eliciting a sound that approached a scream due to pure overstimulation.
"Leee," you sobbed, eyes rolling back. He halted for a moment, only to lift your legs over his shoulders. Your ankles linked together behind his head, and you yelped as his hands smacked against your thighs to hold you in place as he pumped his cock back and forth, heavy and mean with fat balls slapping against your ass.
"One more." He panted. "Fuck, just one more. One more, and I'll be all done. Just gotta make sure I make up for my fuck-ups." His fingertips dug into your thighs as he looked down at you, taking in the dazed, dumb, desperate look on your face. You were approaching your fifth orgasm—nearly four on his cock, the first one having been on his thick fingers. Despite the overwhelming sensations, pussy beyond raw, clit throbbing and twitching with every thrust, head lulled off to the side as you struggled to keep your eyes open even as his cock punched moans and mewls from your throat, your body jolting and jiggling with the thrusts.
With how overstimulated you were, how sensitive your body was, and the lack of breaks, it didn't take long to be on the brink of your orgasm again. A small, worried sob trickled from your throat, and Leon brought one hand to make you look at him.
"Lee, 's weird," you whined. "I-it feels funny again." You warned. Leon knew what that meant, and although he knew it embarrassed you, he had to push for it. He had to get you there. He had to finally earn his reward—with rapid strums of your clit, mean thrusts of his cock hitting your cervix, and mixing with the dirty words he let out, his reward came moments later.
Your vision blanked out and all you felt was full body tingling and warmth between your legs, liquid splattering back onto you as you finally squirted—the clear liquid spurting strong from your cunt and hitting his abdomen, dripping down his torso, another scream-like sound ripping from you as you pawed and tried desperately to grab onto him. He fucked you through it until the thick stream fell into a trickle as his own orgasm hit again. He rolled his eyes back, his final load less powerful but still enough to make you squirm.
Once your vision came back, your body relaxed, Leon eased your body down, shifting you so that you didn't lay in the mess you two had made. He pulled out, watching the nasty mess seep out, slipping down as your pussy pushed it out in thick globs. Your hole temporarily gaped from how long the penetration went on, and he didn't pass up the chance to lower himself as he held your hips up away from the mess. You didn't even notice him lowering until his lips were on your cunt, making you jolt and try to run from the sensation.
"'M cleaning my mess." He muttered, holding you in place as he used his tongue to clean you up. He knew it was beyond lewd, beyond gross, but he'd never be ashamed to admit that he liked to clean up the nasty mess that he'd make—a mix of your arousal and his cum, salty, almost tangy, and warm on his tongue. He kept true to his word—he didn't try to mess with your clit, ensuring his nose didn't nudge it, only licking up and suckling lightly to clean up the mess. At the end, he lapped at your folds and held some of the mess in his mouth before he crawled up your body and grabbed your face, leaning in for a kiss.
You whimpered, brows furrowing as you felt the swapping of spit, cum, and your own taste. It was nasty, but it made you quiver, your pussy twitching at the sensation. If you hadn't already cum five times, he would've easily gone again just to get rid of that twitching.
"I missed you." He panted, shifting off to the side as he pulled you to lay on top of him.
"Missed you, Lee." You breathed, quiet and shaky as you fell into his embrace.
Summary: On a mission in the Arklay Mountains, Leon comes across a bioweapon that spews a different kind of virus. Time is of the essence when it comes to administering the antidote.
Tags/Warnings: Fem! reader, explicit smut, sex pollen so dub-con just in case.
Note: I have a few requests left that I am working on, but I needed a break. Haven't written smut in a long time, and I am a sucker for sex pollen, so let's go commit elder abuse ig.
Leon Kennedy fucking hated his job sometimes. To some extent, he always has. It’s unforgiving, thankless work he does, and he feels like he’s on the precipice of officially being too old for this shit.
He was especially irked over his current predicament. He and a newer agent had been deployed to the Arklay Mountains, the very region that had drawn him to Raccoon City nearly thirty years ago. The DSO had caught wind of suspicious activity, strange energy readings, and surveillance footage pointing to someone poking their head into Umbrellas' past. Naturally, they had sent the resident Raccoon City expert to investigate.
He had found evidence of an underground lab—one Umbrella had long ago left abandoned. He’s searching for something, anything, that will provide insight into what could warrant someone rummaging through abandoned research that was decades old.
The old linoleum flooring squeaks under the rubber of his sole as Leon rummages through yellowing papers.
“Find anything?” Your voice calls out from the next room. Leon glances your way, a small smile tugging at his lips. You’re a pretty young thing, and competent enough at your job that Leon, for once, hadn't minded much when they’d assigned you as his partner. Through the years, he’s grown hesitant about having to work with others; he always has a habit of getting too attached, only to lose them in the end. Leon can’t stomach the thought of losing you. The mere thought is enough to make him queasy.
“Not yet,” he calls back. The lights flicker ominously, and Leon hovers a hand over his pistol, dropping the papers as he cautiously examines the room. There’s a sour sweetness in the air, his nose crinkling at the smell as he moves deeper into the lab. The walls are cracked and crumbling as he examines the space. Vines have begun to sprawl over the rubble, thick and covered in thorns. Leon pauses, examining the plants. It shouldn’t be too out of the ordinary, after all, this place was long ago abandoned and far away enough from the missile strike that perhaps whatever radiation or destruction took the city didn’t fully reach this far in the mountain. Still, Leon thinks he’s seen these vines before. His flashlight follows the thickest vine; perhaps it’s just a trick of the light, but it almost looks like it’s pulsating, breathing even. The beam of his light slowly ascends upwards, the vines twisting and vibrating with life.
In the corner of the room, there is a flower. It’s fleshy and pink and dripping. Leon cringes at the sight, tilting his head as he examines it. His gut is screaming at him to run, and he’s learned before that plants in Umbrella labs tend to be bad news. He takes a cautious step backwards, his boot squeaking against the floor. The flower growls, shuddering as the petals bunch up, pulsating.
“That can’t be good,” Leon huffs. He raises his pistol to fire when the flower lets out a wheeze, gas slowly pouring out into the room. Leon can’t escape it, can’t hold his breath. It’s hot and heavy against him and seeps into every orifice.
As the perfumey gas lingers in the air, Leon coughs, the sickly sweet scent invading his nose and burning his nasal cavity. It smelled like musk and rose and chemicals, and the second he registered the smell, he could feel something in him heat up. It starts as a spark in the pit of his stomach, one that causes him to hunch over with a groan. The spark then sinks lower and lower, and it feels like his center of gravity is off as the heat takes hold of his groin. A bead of sweat forms on his brow as the spark grows hotter. He stumbles back into the light, coughing and wheezing.
Leon sees you through the glass window, and you finally notice him, hunched over and sputtering. You're quick to sprint over, banging on the glass as your muffled voice calls to him. You try the door, which is conveniently jammed. He raises a gloved hand, a placating gesture as he tries to stand up straight. A hiss leaves his mouth as the movement plucks a string within him, his insides coiling in tightness as he makes his way to the door. Leon isn’t stupid; he has an educated guess on whatever the gas he just inhaled was, lord only knows that was probably the least fucked up of all the Umbrella experiments he’s learned of through the years.
Leoon has to slam his shoulder into the wood to get it to budge. He stumbles out with a cough, and you're there to catch him. His massive body slumps against yours as he tries to steady himself, the blood from his head rushing south as he grunts at the feeling.
“Oh my god, Leon, are you okay?” you ask, concern in your tone. Leon knows he must look like shit, but he can’t help but give a thumbs up.
“Feel like a million bucks,” he rasped, using your shoulder as he wearily stands straight. His eyes meet yours, and he feels his face flush and his mind grow heady as he looks at you. For a brief moment, he allows himself the selfish desire of admiring your beauty, a desire he’s had since you joined the D.S.O.
He tries to squash down that thought. He’s grown good at ignoring his wants over the years.
“Jesus, you’re burning up,” you gasp, leading him away from the lab. “Let’s find a place where you can sit down and rest for a second.”
Leon lets you take the lead as he limps alongside you. His core feels like it’s on fire, and every movement he makes only stokes the flames inside him. He has to bite his tongue to avoid whimpering, feeling lightheaded. You lead him down to an old break room, securing the old metal door behind you as you help lower Leon onto a ripped plush chair.
“What the hell happened?” You demand.
“Some plant had taken over the lab, released some gas,” Leon groaned. He watches as the color slowly drains from your face.
“A plant–what did it look like?”
“I don’t know, lots of thick vines with thorns, a gross pink flower at the top,” he shrugs, face scrunching up with a hiss as the movement sets off a wave of overwhelming sensation over him.
“Oh God,” you mutter, pulling out the files you had discovered, rummaging through them frantically.
“What? What did you find?” Leon asks, looking up at you. He can smell you from here; he’s never noticed how sweet you smell.
“Well…” your voice trails off.
“Just rip the band-aid off and tell me the bad news, kid,” Leon huffed, feeling the heat wash over him in a nauseating manner. It was like his entire insides were on fire, twisting and turning within him. He was losing the ability to think clearly, and it took more and more energy not just to salivate at the thought of ripping your clothes off.
“Um, well–” you hesitated, shuffling the papers in your hand as you gulped and nervously glanced up at him. His eyes narrow at you as you try to steady your nervous breathing.
“It’s not just a bioweapon,” you start. “It looks like they were researching and testing behavioral override responses—removing inhibition, forcing biological drive into—” Your voice stutters at the last sentence, as if you were embarrassed. Cute.
Leon lets out a long breath, shoulders slumping in defeat. “Yeah–” he cuts in. “I get the gist.” He rubs a hand over his face, wiping away the sweat. “Great, does it mention if it's temporary?” Leon sighs.
“It can be,” you all but whisper.
“You’re killing me here, kid,” Leon groans. The heat is becoming unbearable, and he can feel the perspiration on the back of his neck, rolling down his back.
“It says if the subject follows through with the act of intercourse, the aphrodisiac will wear off and the subject will return to normal once achieving climax…” You trail off again, and Leon thinks you’ll be the death of him.
“If the act is not followed through with, the subject will soon suffer cardiac arrest due to lack of release, according to nine out of ten test trials.”
Perfect, well, isn’t that just great? Damn near thirty years of his life dedicated to fighting bioterrorism, and he’s going to die from not getting his rocks off. Pathetic.
“Of all the traps they could’ve left behind…Just put a bullet in my head, why don’t ya?” he groans, his head falling back as he pants softly. His mouth feels dry, and his clothing feels tighter than normal. Silence falls over the room, and Leon closes his eyes as he tries to think of how to fix this, how to calm down. It’s not the first time he’s been infected with something, but regardless, you should get out before he snaps.
“I could help,” he hears you say.
Well, that was unexpected. Leon raises his head, long strands of hair sticking to his damp forehead.
“What?” is all he manages to say.
“I’m not going to let you die, not when the remedy is so easy.” Easy, right? It wasn’t like this was his perverted dream come true. He’d rather have taken you the way you deserved to be taken. It had always been his hypothetical plan to wine and dine you all the way to his house, where he’d throw you on his silken sheets and have you gripping his comforter and screaming his name while he showed you how a real man treats a lady.
You take a step towards him, cautious at first, a hand outstretched as you reach for his shoulder. His hand caught your wrist, holding it gently as he let out an uneasy exhale.
“Are you sure?” he asks, voice thick as he tries to swallow his excitement.
“I’m sure,” you whisper softly.
His heart skips a beat at your softly spoken confirmation. “Sit on my lap,” he orders. He tries to make his voice steady and strong, but it comes out as more of a whimper. Nonetheless, you obey, shedding your jacket as you slowly slide onto his lap. He hums in the back of his throat, hips bucking up at the sensation of weight against him. The mere pressure of your body alone is already making his head spin.
His mouth is on yours in an instant, his large hand cups the side of your face as he all but melts against your warm lips. He thinks you taste like sugar as his other hand slides up the curves of your body, starting from your waist to the underside of your breasts. You lean into the kiss, relaxing as his fingers slowly slide back down as they worm their way under your shirt. Your skin is soft and warm, and touching your flesh sends tiny electric shocks through his fingertips. Leon lets himself be greedy as his hands tug your shirt upwards, grunting as you pull away from the kiss to work the shirt over your head.
“Loose this too,” he mutters, tugging at the band of your bra. You just smile at his quiet neediness and toss it over your head as well, leaving your torso bare for him. Leon exhales in pleasure as he tries to savor the sight of you.
“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, his hand roaming from the softness of your stomach up to the swell of your breast, pinching at your nipple as you squirm on his lap. The slight friction feels delicious, and Leon can’t help but grin like a wolf. He leans forward and takes a bud in his mouth, tongue swirling around it as he places a hand on the small of your back, keeping you pressed against him as he toys with your breasts. You moan and writhe slightly, the friction picking up as you grind against him.
“Leon,” you sigh, your fingers entangled in his hair as you tug on his strands, nails scraping against his scalp. Leon hums in satisfaction and pulls away with a wet pop from your breast, the stubble on his chin scraping at your clavicle as he presses hot, open-mouthed kisses to your neck.
“I’ve wanted this for a while,” he admits into your skin, undoing the buckle of your tactical belt, discarding it on the floor. He pops the top button of your pants open and taps your thighs.
“Take them off,” he grunts, working off his own belt and unzipping his pants. He tugs down his boxers just enough to free his cock, immediately fisting the enlarged length, precum dribbling from the tip as he watches you longingly as you strip the remainder of your clothes off. He pumps himself, feeling the heat scorch his insides as he pants softly, hips bucking upwards to meet his hand.
“Come on and ride me, gorgeous,” he groans. Par the drug-induced haze and life-threatening time crunch he’s under, Leon thinks he’s died and gone to heaven as you straddle him and slowly sink your tight, warm pussy down on his cock, impaling yourself with a moan as you slowly take him all.
“Fuck–” Leon chokes out, feeling himself lose all sense of sanity as you begin to bounce. Your hips rock against his as you drag yourself up and down on him. It’s warm and wet, and he wishes he could savor the feeling of your slick folds gripping him tight, sucking him deeper into your cavern. But Leon is a selfish man, and he needs more. A few more teasing bucks from you, and Leon has had enough. He grips your waist and looks up at you with blurry vision as his hips buck upwards, a cry leaving your lips as he fills you up. Again, his cock slides out only to buck back into you with vigor, setting a punishing pace as he feels himself get lost in you.
“Such a good girl for me,” he rasps, watching with a blissed-out expression as you moan and writhe on his cock. It’s the most beautiful sight, watching you unfold, and Leon hopes in the back of his mind you’ll let him do this again. Your trembling, he can feel your pussy spasm around him as short little gasps leave your mouth.
“Please,” you whine, and Leon has to give you what you need as well. His thumb presses against your lip in a silent demand, and you obey without hesitation, parting your lips and sucking on the thick digit eagerly. Leon grunts in approval, pulling it from your mouth and pressing the slick finger against your swollen clit, rubbing it with fervor as he watches you come undone against him. He can feel the slickness coat his dick as you arch your back, eyes rolled into the back of your head. He’s proud of you, really. He just isn’t finished with you yet.
A quick smack to the ass has you yelping as his pace slows down.
“Up,” he orders, his voice coming out strangled. “I want you on all fours.” He sucks in a breath as you slide off of him, mouth salivating as he catches sight of your pussy all covered in slick. He’ll have to discover what you taste like later.
He eyes you hungrily as you kneel on a dusty couch, lowering yourself as he commanded you to. His body feels like it will burst into flames as he pushes himself from the chair, his cock throbbing as he kneels behind you. He can practically hear your heart racing as he presses you down, shifting your weight onto your elbows as you prop your ass in the air for him.
He licks his lips, his hand trailing up your spine as he notches the tip of his cock at your abused entrance. The feeling of this alone has you squirming in desire. “So needy for me,” he slurs, filling you up with a single thrust. You cry out, and Leon can’t help but shudder at the sound of your sinful-sounding moans. The way you're thrusting against his cock has him wondering if you got a whiff of the aphrodisiac, or maybe you're just drunk off his cock. Either way, he’s more than glad to give you what you want and more than happy to take what he needs. His muscular body dwarves you as he leans over you, rutting into your wet heat. His bicep wraps around your throat, two fingers worm their way into the inside of your mouth, hooking onto your cheek as you all but drool around him.
“This pussy’s fucking mine,” he rasps, his breath hot against your ear, hips thrusting faster as the heat spurred him on. He can feel his groin grow tighter, and the fire is ablaze inside him. “Can’t believe I waited – ah fuck – this long to try it.”
You're all but a babbling mess underneath him. Whining and twitching against his thick cock. Leon thinks it’s cute, the way you come undone so easily around him. Your pussy clenches around him just right, and he can finally feel the knot of heat inside him snap. His hips stutter, his arms tightening around you as he fills you up. A low guttural groan leaves his lips as he finally stills inside you. His cock twitches, the final remnants of his seed leaking from him as he slowly pulls out from you. His cock, finally softening, and the heat that raged as an inferno inside him has subsided.
Leon was fine. Well, he was actually much better than fine; he felt better than he had in a long time. He slowly moves off of you, gritting his teeth as he slides down next to you on the couch. You sink against the cushions, too tired to care about the filth. You weakly turn your head to the side, eyes heavy from exhaustion, as you smile at him.
“Think it’s out of your system?” you ask. Leon exhales a chuckle, his lips forming a smirk.
“If that didn’t get it out of my system, I don’t know what else would. If you’re concerned for my well-being, we could always go again,” he suggests. Now it’s your turn to chuckle.
“Ask me again tomorrow, any more right now, and I might break,” she says.
“Tomorrow? My, aren’t you presumptuous?” he teased. He leans over and kisses the side of your temple.
“Maybe someplace more romantic than a haunted lab?” He suggests. “Unless you're into that.”
You roll your eyes at him and smile. “Oh, Agent Kennedy, are you going to take me on a date?”
“And so much more,” he promises.
After he helps you back into your clothes, the two of you make your way to the surface, where the sun has started to set, casting rays of orange and violet across the desolate Arklay Mountains. Leon glances over at you as you bark your coordinates into the radio, ordering the extraction team to hurry up. Even after everything that had happened, you still sounded composed and in control.
For a long time, Leon had convinced himself that wanting things was dangerous. Every time he'd let himself care, the universe had found a way to rip it away from him. It was easier not to hope. Easier not to ask for more.
You finish your transmission and look over at him.
"What?" you ask, catching him staring.
Leon just smiles, “You’re cute when you're bossy.”
You snort a laugh, shoving his shoulder slightly. “And you’re a pervert.”
Leon laughs along, trailing beside you as the evening sun sets. Maybe wanting things wasn't such a bad idea after all.
summary: leon would not describe himself as good or kind, and he's cut open and bleeding at your feet, but you know he can be gentle | leon kennedy x f!reader
word count: 6.2k
warnings: a sickening amount of yearning, leon taking care of you, seriously this guy is down bad, leon being self deprecating, alternating povs, acts of service as a love language, mentions of injuries, sherry birkin appearance /// 18+ MDNI, SMUT!!!, unprotected piv, oral (f receiving), creampie by technicality, trust me there's plot, this is LOVE MAKING at its core
notes: re9 gave me the leon bug BAD. personally, I wrote this with DI!leon in mind but re9!leon also works here bc that old man's still got it | ao3
“That was stupid,” Leon says, hauling you into him. The words aren’t unkind, but they’re not gentle either. You stumble against him.
“Have I been known to be anything else?” you ask. He grunts. “Besides, I’ve got you to take care of me,”
He doesn’t respond. He finds a quiet spot, a reclusive corner where he can assess the damage. There’s a wicked gash along your side, cutting from near your navel up towards your ribs. It makes your vision tunnel when you finally lay eyes on it. You hadn’t known how bad it was. His fingertips are gentle around the surrounding skin.
“You’re lucky evac is two minutes out,” he says. His voice is hushed, like he’s telling you a secret. Maybe he is.
“Yeah?” you ask, a breathy noise that you’re not certain you could recreate. The sound is deep, rooted in desperation and blood loss. Leon’s eyes flick up at you from where he’s crouched, icy gaze cutting through his lashes. He looks pretty like this, bent low in front of you, looking at you with something you can’t place. It makes you shiver.
“You’re losing blood,” he says. You nod.
“Gonna give me yours?” you tease. Your vision tunnels a bit, and you slump forward. Leon catches you, pulling you flush against him. He smells like sweat and cedar and smoke, something that nearly lulls you into sleep. You hear a distant rumble as the building continues to crumble.
He helps you out of the derelict building. You’re barely even walking, just sort of stumbling beside him as he carries most of your weight, and you feel strangely guilty for making him do all the work. The helicopter’s blades never slow as it touches the ground. Leon helps you into your seat, guiding you gently. He’s soft as he slides the headphones over your ears, even going as far as to smooth a piece of hair out of your eyes. You can hardly keep them open.
“Stay with me,” he murmurs. It feels like a promise. “Can’t have you dying on me, now,”
“That would ruin your whole week,” you say, trying to smile. It’s a weak attempt at a joke, and he knows it. You can see tension make its home under Leon’s skin. It rears its head with every pull of muscle, every furrowed brow.
“We’ll be home soon,” he says. You nod. You’re not sure if he’s reassuring you or himself.
When you do finally land, you’re pulled away from him for medical attention. You fight as best as you can, attempting to sit in on the briefing, but Leon levels you with a gaze you’ve never seen him wear, and you accept defeat. There’s two medics standing idly in the room, and they turn to see you hobble in, eyes widening.
“What the hell happened?” one of them asks. You shrug, sitting down on the bed.
“Caught something sharp,” you say. They lift your shirt, which is in ribbons. A shock of pain rips through you, and you stifle a groan.
They work quickly, giving you a tetanus shot. You wince as the needle sinks beneath your skin. The pain only adds to the rest of it searing through your muscles. Now that you’re sitting, adrenaline having dissipated, everything hurts. The gash oozes blood, which makes you feel dizzy. Your back hurts, your legs hurt, your side hurts. Every time they touch you, you suck in a breath.
Finally, you’re stitched up. They tell you to take it easy for a week, shove pain meds into your hands, and send you out the door. Leon leans against the opposite wall, watching his boots. He looks tired, run down. He’s covered in dirt. Black streaks smear across his cheeks, his biceps. His hair falls like a golden frame over his eyes. You sigh.
He looks up then, watching you. He scans over your body, checking for any lingering injuries the medics managed to miss. You offer him a weak smile.
“No hospital?” he asks, pushing off the wall to meet you where you stand. His steps are heavy, tired. You shake your head. “Good. Let’s get you home,”
You follow him out of the building. It’s winding turns and desolate hallways until fresh air smacks you in the face. You take a deep breath, trying to let the residuals of the mission fall off of you. Leon’s car faces you, a beat up old Buick–he refuses to get anything newer–and it stares at you like it knows something you don’t. You fit easily into the passenger seat, like you were made for it. You lean back against the headrest. You feel suddenly exhausted, like a two ton weight rests in your chest. You just want to sleep. The drive to your apartment isn’t long, and you’re counting down the seconds until you’ll be able to slip into the shower and let the day wash down your back.
Leon helps you upstairs. You try to protest, tell him that the elevator isn’t going to exert you any more than the walk to the building itself, but he refuses to listen. He follows silently behind you until you reach your door. He’s like a shadow as you enter the apartment, still bathed in the darkness of night. You hate to do it, but you turn on the light, flooding the room and making you wince. Leon holds your arm to keep you steady as you toe off your shoes.
“You don’t have to babysit me, you know,” you say, not looking at him. “This isn’t the first time I’ve been hurt,”
He doesn’t say anything for a long, pregnant moment. But then, “I would like it to be the last, preferably,”
You huff a weak laugh, something hoarse and weary. “You and me both, partner,”
He follows you from room to room, picking things up as you drop them. Your right arm is effectively useless because any movement on that side sends shockwaves of pain through your entire body. You sigh heavily, fighting back tears. Leon stands in the threshold of your bathroom, holding your bundle of clothes and hairbrush. He looks at you with something you can’t identify–not quite pity, but something adjacent. He looks so pretty, so collected, even in his dirty state. You clutch your side.
“I can take it from here,” you say, breathless. “I’ll see you in a week,”
Leon stares at you. His fingers fidget with the hem of your sleep shorts. He opens his mouth to say something, then shuts it again. Then, “Do you want help?”
You blink at him. You hadn’t considered he’d be willing to help you. You hadn’t thought so far ahead as to know what you’d do to get out of your clothes.
With a breath, you say, “Yes, please,”
He nods wordlessly. Your clothes find their home as a heap on the sink counter. He pats the top of it once as if casting a spell to make them stay put. He turns to you then. He’s broad, forces you to dial in on him. His hands linger at his sides like he doesn’t know what to do with them.
You lift your left arm above your head, a silent encouragement to get him to touch you. His hands fall on you like a caress. Gently, he lifts your shirt up. His knuckles brush against your side, making your breathing hitch. He’s not watching you, fully focused on his task, but you can’t look away from him. He looks so focused, like one wrong move would paralyze you. He catches one end of the shirt in your armpit, pulling the other side out so you can slip your arm through. He helps ease your head through the collar, then pulls it off entirely via your other arm. He breathes in heavily through his nose at the expanse of skin he’s revealed. Then he takes a step back. You swallow thickly.
“I need…” you mumble, brain rotting inside your skull. “I can’t reach-”
“I got it,” he says. The words sound broken on his tongue.
You spin for him, presenting the clasp of your bra. You purse your lips when his warm hands make contact with the smooth skin on your back. He makes surprisingly quick work of it. Within seconds, you feel it loosening around your ribs, a small blessing. You breathe out something heady and heavy.
“I’ll be out there if you need anything,” Leon says. He leaves little room for argument by bustling out of the room as quickly as he can. You blink.
The shower water is hot on your skin, but it feels good. You can feel the tension slipping down your shoulders in rivulets. Somehow, you manage to wash yourself one handed, which you feel mildly proud of. The steam loosens you. It’s only when you step out of the water that you remember that you have to put a shirt on.
You struggle for what feels like hours. Every movement pulls on your stitches. You’re near tears when you finally call out for Leon.
“Yeah?” he asks, cracking the bathroom door. You sniffle.
“I can’t…” you say, taking a breath to recollect yourself. “I can’t get my shirt on,”
“I’ll help,” he says. His voice is so soft, so intimate. He enters quietly, staring at anything that isn’t you.
The shirt looks miniscule in his hands. Carefully, almost reverently, he eases the collar over your head. His gaze still lingers just past your shoulder. You frown. You slip your good arm through the sleeve.
Leon finally looks at you. You nod, letting him know it’s okay to put his hands on you. You see the turmoil in his eyes, the need for consent.
“You can touch me,” you say, voice barely above a whisper. He nods once.
He grips the hem of the shirt, pulling as far down as the fabric will let him. Then, softly, he helps guide your arm through the sleeve. His fingers brush against you again, just along the curve of your breast, but the touch is electric, crackling with something unsaid. The moment is so intimate, so personal, you could burst into tears. Then the shirt is fully on your body. You wonder if Leon can hear your heart hammering against your chest. If he can, he doesn’t acknowledge it.
“Thanks,” you say, breathless. He nods. “I can handle the rest,”
“You sure?” he asks. There’s no suggestion in his tone, and that almost makes it worse. You breathe heavily through your nose, nodding.
He stands there as you fumble with your hairbrush. Your lips are pursed as you stare at yourself in the mirror. You’re barely halfway through the tangled strands before he stops you.
“Let me help,” he says–no begs. You glance at his reflection. He looks as wrecked as you feel. He worries his bottom lip between his teeth, gaze unblinking as he waits for you.
“Okay,” you say softly, voice hollow and breathy as you pass him the hairbrush.
He’s gentle as he works the brush through your hair. His gaze remains focused on the wet strands, but yours is on him. His brow furrows slightly, that bottom lip pulled snugly between his teeth as he pulls on a particularly tough tangle. His eyes look so blue in the yellowing light above the mirror. The care he takes with you is enough to make you sick. His hands are frustratingly warm as they bump against the back of your neck. He never once pulls or yanks, never scrapes the bristles against your skin, never gets frustrated. He works until it is done, unwaveringly, and you didn’t expect anything less. The moment is so soft, so delicate, you’re afraid that something might break when you pull away.
“I think I got it,” he says, soft as a whisper against you. You nod.
“Thank you,” you say. You stay idle for a moment, just watching him. He looks so unsure.
You think, in another lifetime, miles and miles away from here, that you could’ve loved him. He’s funny when he wants to be, charming in a boyish sort of way. You count on him, but he doesn’t let it get to him. He gives because he thinks it a privilege that you let him. You reach up to wipe away some of the dirt still smudged on his face. He stiffens beneath your fingertips, not prepared for such affectionate contact.
He swallows thickly. You remove your hand, and you see him relax just a fraction.
“Do you need any more help?” he asks in an almost broken way. You shake your head. “I’ll see you later, then?”
“Yeah,”
He ducks his chin at you, then shuffles out of the bathroom. You hear the front door open and click shut a moment later, leaving you alone in your apartment.
...
Leon is not sure that he would describe himself as kind or good. But on his drive home, as he thinks about your withered form presented to him in the dim light of your bathroom, looking up at him through your lashes like he was something holy, he starts to think that that doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter if he is kind or good because you kept looking at him like he was all you ever needed. He can still feel your skin against his fingers, sending shivers down his spine.
He’d frozen up. He knows that he probably looked ridiculous, like a flushed school boy who had just stumbled into the girl’s locker room by accident. Your skin had been so soft. The expanse of flesh he’d discovered beneath your tattered shirt lives in his brain as he shuffles into his apartment. The space is dark and empty. He has very few personal items, unlike you. His space looks abandoned, which he guesses it usually is. He really only uses this place to sleep and eat sometimes.
He crashes onto his couch, still unshowered and unclean. He just needs a moment, he tells himself. Just one moment, to collect the memories of you like precious items to set on his vacant shelves. The way you shivered against him when he brushed your side, the way you watched him, doe eyed, in the mirror as he brushed your hair, the humidity of the room clinging to you; they all go, framed and perfect, on shelves in his mind. He breathes out, something heavy and soft all at once.
He’s unfamiliar with this feeling. He doesn’t know how to embrace it, so he decides that he shouldn’t. He’s not sure he deserves something as sweet and gentle as you. You’re better than him, in almost every way. You don’t let the job wear you down, you take pride in what you do. You tease him. The mercy and compassion you give him are foreign in his brain. And he feels so selfish for accepting every last scrap. He eats up the way you look at him, the way you laugh at his weak attempts at jokes, the way you worry after him even with a ten inch gash on your side that very easily could’ve gutted you. He is gluttonous and greedy and selfish. You are consuming him, and he is letting you. He shouldn’t. He shouldn’t let you plague him this way. He knows that it could all too soon be ripped away from him, but in this moment, in the dim light cast by the moon streaming through his curtains, he doesn’t care. A shudder rakes through his body, from head to toe.
It would be all too easy to blame you. He could curse you for whatever spell you’ve cast to make him stupid in this way. But he knows the fault is his and his alone. It’s his fault that he mistakes your casual compassion for anything more. It’s his fault that he devours whatever good comes his way, just to corrupt and blacken it. And he doesn’t want to do that to you. He doesn’t want to see where this will end, even if he has before and knows it as intimately as he knows every other aspect of death and decay.
He tips his head back against the couch. There’s a crack in his popcorn ceiling, cutting through the expanse of white like a vein.
He knows he’s cut open and bleeding at your feet. He’s wounded in a way that doesn’t make sense. He doesn’t want you to help him. Not because he doesn’t ache to feel your gentle hands smooth over his scarred flesh, working out the evil with every electrifying touch, but because he does, and that would make you the universe’s top priority.
He is cursed, a bad day after a worse one. And he knows that if he were to let you have him the way he wants, you’d become cursed too. Cursed with him and his aches and pains, his scars and bruises, his anger and resentment.
When he settles beneath the sheets that night, he dreams of you. He dreams of your soft skin against him, your laughter, your easy smiles. He dreams of the life he could have were it not for his exceedingly awful luck.
He could save you. He could prevent you from ever coming nearer. But that somehow feels like a worse, more torturous ending. And he is nothing if not selfish.
...
The next time you see Leon, it’s nearly a week later. The swelling on your side has gone down and most of the pain has subsided, but it’s still tense and unforgiving, especially so early in the morning. There’s little light coming through the curtains thanks to the steady stream of rain pelting the earth.
His hair is soggy, casting thick shadows over the high points of his face. There’s crystal droplets on the shoulders of his jacket, ones you want to reach out to shake off, but you refrain. He smiles at you, that gentle half smile he only ever wears when he’s half exhausted.
“Came to check on you,” he says softly, words turned plush on the corners of his lips. You smile.
“Unfortunately, I’ve succumbed to sepsis. You’re seeing a ghost,” you joke. He rolls his eyes and pushes past you into the apartment.
He shakes off like a dog as he hangs his coat on the hook. A few rogue water droplets smatter your face. You take a moment to observe him. The lines of his body are rigid like there’s something pulling him taught. For a moment, you ache to reach out and smooth your palms over his muscles, to help him relieve some of that tension. You wonder if that’s something that would be okay, if he would welcome your touch. There is a line that stands between you, and you’re not sure which side of it you reside on.
“Anything interesting happen in the week that I’ve been gone?” you ask, leaning against the back of the couch.
Leon hums, pursing his lips as he thinks back on the last few days. “There’s a new coffee machine in the break room,”
You huff a laugh. “Can’t wait to try that baby out,”
Silence stretches thick between you, like a rope that’s been left out in the rain. You watch him move with careful precision, finding where would be the best place to exist within. You wonder why he never seems to relax, even in your space. You wonder if he knows how much you care. Subconsciously, you run the pads of your fingers over your injury. It’s a rough stretch of skin now, bubbled with scar and scab. You frown.
“Does it hurt?” he asks, suddenly standing again to get to your side. He catches your wrist where it hovers near the tear.
You shrug. “Only when I think about it,”
He purses his lips and emits a low hum, giving you a once over. “Have a fever at all?”
You shake your head. He nods, once and curt, before dropping your wrist and stepping away from you.
“Do you need any help?” Leon asks, avoiding your gaze by scanning around the room. “Any chores that have been neglected? Any errands I can run for you?”
You feel the corner of your mouth tick up in a small smile. Shaking your head, you say, “No, Leon. I’ve been able to manage on my own,”
“I know,” he says. He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, gnawing on the soft flesh there in thought. Then, soft as a whisper, he says, “I was worried about you,”
You feel your heart catch in your throat. You think back to the way he looked at you that night, like you were broken before him and he couldn’t do anything to fix you. You think about how gentle he was with you, how careful he was like you were bursting at the seams. You see his cheeks turn a tinge of pink as the silence stretches thick between you. You reach out, placing a flat palm against his chest. There’s no sound in the apartment, just the rain outside and your own heavy breathing.
“You don’t need to worry about me, Leon,” you say, just as soft. “I know you’ll always take care of me,”
He swallows, something heavy and unsaid, and nods. “I will,”
It feels like a promise. It feels like a vow.
With an intake of breath, you say, “Anything on our docket?”
Leon purses his lips. “Not on yours,” he says. You frown. “You’re on light duty for a while,”
You twist your face up in a nasty expression, which makes Leon smile a fraction. “I don’t like that,”
“That’s what I figured you’d say,” he says. He moves around you to finally sit down. You’re almost surprised as he gets comfortable on your couch. You move to join him. “I tried to tell Hunnigan you wouldn’t go down easy,”
“I can’t imagine I have much choice,” you say, grumbling. “Did they say for how long?”
Leon shakes his head. “Could be a while,”
You groan.
“Hey,” he says, gently. “You took a hard hit. It’s either office duty or a grave,”
You scowl at him, and he flashes you a smile. “Promise me you won’t get yourself killed while I’m gone,”
He makes a motion over his chest. Cross my heart.
The next week, Leon is shipped out to God knows where. They won’t tell you, probably afraid you’d commandeer a craft to chase after him. You’re checking in with Hunnigan by the hour, who tells you you’re being paranoid. How can you not be? He’s out there, alone, doing something, something dangerous, and you’re stuck writing reports and drinking watered down coffee from the new machine in the break room. He could be hurt, he could be dead, and you would never know the difference. It makes you sick, it makes you scared.
“Separation anxiety?” Sherry asks, taking a seat beside you. You’re staring at a monitor, feeling like your eyes are melting out of your head.
“Shut up,” you retort, making her laugh. “I just worry about him,”
“Y’know, I think I had this exact conversation with him a couple weeks ago,” Sherry says, grinning at you. You scowl at her. “You two act like if you’re not attached at the hip, you’re basically dead,”
“That’s what it feels like,” you murmur. You sigh. “You don’t get it,”
“Maybe not,” Sherry says, shrugging. “But I do know what it’s like to feel,”
You blink at her. “Don’t you have somewhere else to go be annoying?”
Sherry jabs a finger into your side, making you yelp. “Don’t be mean to me just because you’re grumpy,”
You huff.
You are not grumpy.
...
Leon feels half dead on his feet as he trudges up the stairs of your apartment building. He’s been gone almost two weeks, with little to no contact with you. It feels like it’s killing him. He feels like it’s sucking out his will to live. He just wants to see you.
He knocks gently on your door. It’s late, just past midnight, but he knows you’re still awake, always the night owl. You open it a second later, wearing a shirt three sizes too big and an old pair of sweatpants; he thinks you’ve never looked more beautiful. You give him a once over, scanning him for injuries, and when you don’t appear to find any, you crash into him. He lets out an oomph as his arms settle around your waist. You smell like home, and he feels his heart crack open a little.
“Worried about you,” you whisper into his shoulder. He holds you a little tighter.
“Not over yet,” he says, and you pull away, squinting at him. He shrugs his jacket off to reveal a nasty cut along his bicep. He smiles sheepishly at you.
You sigh, and it’s like the greatest symphony ever written. “Grab a seat at the table. I’ll patch you up,”
His pain ebbs as he sits. You return to him moments later with a first aid kit and a scowl. Your soft hands against his skin are what keep him tethered to the earth. Pain threatens to eat at his muscles and sinew, to consume him. But you’re gentle, easing through it like a softbed creek, curving over already smooth stones.
“Did you even try to get out of the way?” you murmur. You don’t look at him, but he’s watching you. He sees the twitch at the corner of your mouth as you clean the wound, the pull of your brows in concentration. You look so beautiful like this, like a pink sunrise, a reminder that good is out there.
“Sort of,” he mumbles back. You frown at him. “I didn’t really have time,”
You hum. Once the wound is thoroughly disinfected, you prime the needle for stitches.
“This will hurt,” you say, sinking the steel beneath his flesh. He doesn’t react. You make quick work of the area, making sure to tape over it to protect the stitches. When he’s all patched up, you pat his other arm, saying, “Try to make time so that this doesn’t happen again,”
He nods, watching you. You’re a breath away, inspecting him for any other injuries he may be sequestering. He reaches up hesitantly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. He feels giddy at the way your eyes widen.
“Pretty,” he says, so softly he’s not even sure you hear it. He wonders if he’s concealing the deep, desperate love he has for you, or if he’s bearing it all with his gaze. At this point, he’s not sure he cares.
“Flattery will get you nowhere, Kennedy,” you say, smiling at him. “I’m still mad at you,”
Soft as a whisper, he says, “I think I can handle that,”
Without much further thought, Leon closes the gap. You let out a little squeak when his mouth meets yours, but you almost melt into him. He’s so relieved that he could cry. Your hands find purchase along the curve of his jaw, his own grasping at the loose fabric of your shirt. You sigh sweetly into him, coating his nerves in a saccharine so destabilizing he can’t help but return it. When you fall into his lap, parting your lips and winding your arms around him, he’s afraid he’s died and gone to Heaven. And when your tongue finally meets his, he groans, something deep and guttural and unbecoming.
You pull away, a string of saliva hanging from your kiss bitten lips. You rest your forehead against his. His every perception centers on you; your hands on his chest, your nose bumping his as your chest heaves, your smell, the skin of your neck, open and exposed for him. He wants you, needs you like you’re the only thing that can save him. And when you kiss him again, a fire burns anew in his chest. Your hands are everywhere; his arms, his shoulders, his chest, and they find a home winding into his hair. A gentle tug against his scalp has his hands tightening their grip on your hips, begging you to still.
“Leon,” you murmur against his mouth, heady and soft all at once.
“I’m here,” he says, and he means it. He has never been more present. And then he’s standing, lifting you with him to place you back on the floor. You stare at him, pupils blown wide, gnawing on your bottom lip.
He pulls you flush against him because he can’t help himself. He is nothing if not selfish, nothing if not gluttonous and greedy, and now that you’ve given him this small victory, he wants to see if he can keep winning you. He sees the quiet desperation in the deep color of your eyes, the way you’re watching him with your full, rapt attention.
“You can touch me,” you say, voice low and barely audible. He wants to eat you alive.
He wastes little time after that, mouth crashing against yours with renewed energy. His heart swells in his chest when you cling to him all the same. Your fingers dig into the tops of his shoulders. He taps his fingers once against your thigh, signaling you to jump. He catches you, carries you close against him until you’re laid out against the sheets. He doesn’t stray far, following you into the linen, soft and sweet.
He watches you for a moment, taking it all in. You’re smiling at him, grinning really as he hovers above you. You brush your fingers against his cheek, smoothing away whatever doubt may be lingering. He ducks his head, pressing feather light kisses to the column of your throat, making your breath hitch there. He doesn’t get far, not when you pull his mouth back to yours, grasping at his shirt in an effort to rid him of it. Leon is a compliant man, flashing you a grin as he pulls back to yank it off. He wonders if your cheeks warm like his, if you can hear the hard hammer of his heart in his chest.
...
Leon is all rigid muscle, sinew pulled tight and corded along his arms, the plans of his stomach, his shoulders. You feel almost animalistic, feral. You run flat palms over him, feeling him twitch and tremor under your touch.
“Pretty,” you say, soft as a whisper. He huffs a laugh.
You push him back slightly, only giving yourself enough room to sit forward to pull off your own shirt. You watch him swallow thickly as it gets discarded somewhere across the room. His hands are soft, gentle against the revealed skin as he kisses you again. Feather light touches across your waist, your stomach. Rough and callused palms against your breast, thumb finding your nipple. You arch into him at the contact, tightening your grip on his shoulders.
You’re aching, cut open and bleeding. His hands leave goosebumps and fire in their wake as he lays you back against the sheets, tracing his lips down your torso, stopping at the waistband of your pants. He looks up at you, chest heaving. You nod, a gentle duck of your chin. Your breath catches in your throat as he slowly–painstakingly slowly–tugs your pants down. He lets his hands wander over your exposed thighs, hopefully ignoring your choice of underwear. Light touches against your hips cause them to fall open. You wonder if you look as vulnerable as you feel. He presses the gentlest kisses to the insides of your thighs, head bouncing between them.
“I’ll take care of you,” he says, a mumble against your skin. It sends shivers down your spine.
When he presses an open mouth kiss to the apex of your thighs, you think you black out for a second. A breathy gasp echoes off the walls. He tugs your underwear out of the way to flatten his tongue against you. The sound you make is unbecoming, head dropping back against the pillows. He wastes little time, sucking and kissing and licking as he finds his rhythm, finds what you like, what makes you the loudest. He eats you out like it’s a game, like he’s determined to get the highest score. Your vision is nearly white, fingers buried in his hair. When you tug on it a bit, he groans, deep and sultry, sending shocks to your brain.
Your thighs begin to shake when he pulls your clit between his teeth, a breathy moan escaping you. He locks an arm across your hips to keep you in place. You’re shamelessly grinding against his face, chasing release. You keen high and whiny as he slides two fingers into you.
“C’mon, sweetheart,” he says, low and heavy. “Make a mess on me,”
He curls his fingers against you. The stretch and tempo and timbre of his voice were nearly enough to send you over the edge, but what does you in is seeing him lean back to watch you, stubble brushing the inside of your thigh. You clench around his fingers as you come, writhing and panting like an animal. You watch him lick his fingers clean before you’re clawing for him, pulling his mouth back up to yours. You groan as you taste yourself on his tongue. Your fingers fumble with the clasp on his belt, fighting to free him of it. You feel him chuckle against you as he reaches down to help you. He pulls away a bit to shuck off his trousers.
Your mouth waters when his cock springs free from his boxers, thick and flushed and dripping. Instinctively you reach for it, but he stalls you, gently grasping your wrist. You frown up at him.
“Won’t last very long,” he says by way of explanation.
“Next time, then,” you say, chest heaving. He grins at you, climbing over you again.
His kisses are addictive, you decide. You’re not sure how you ever went without them. They’re all consuming, send you spinning. You’re flat on your back again, pulling him as close as you can, running your hands down the expanse of his chest. He lines himself up with your entrance, gently pushing himself inside. The stretch is devastating. You break the spell of his kiss to gasp, jaw slack. His chest heaves as he buries himself in you, arms flexing on either side of your head. He stalls once he’s fully seated inside you. You smooth his hair away from his face, thumb swiping against his cheekbone. You feel so full; of him, of want, of love.
“You okay?” he asks, voice hoarse and heavy. You grin at him.
“Never been better,” you say.
You lock your legs around his waist, begging him to stay close to you. He drops his head, turning into your palm more as he begins to slowly pull out of you. The drag of him against your walls has you keening. He almost pulls out fully before pushing back in, setting a languid pace that has you boneless. One hand smooths up your side, cupping your breast. You pull him back down to you, mouth meeting his in a devastating kiss. He sighs heavy against your lips, a whimper so delicious it has you rolling your hips just to hear it again. He moves to bury his face in your neck, pressing gentle kisses to the skin there.
“So pretty,” he mumbles. You sigh. “Like you were made for me,”
The praise has you scratching your nails lightly down his back, earning you another pretty noise. His thrusts pick up their pace but never lose their softness. He ruts into you like a man consumed, mumbling against your sweat slick skin.
“Dreamed of this,” he says. His hands wander over you, fingertips gentle against your injury. “Dreamed of you. My pretty girl,”
There’s a pressure building in your stomach, a coil wound tight, threatening to burst every time he opens his mouth.
“Yours,” you say. “Always have been,”
His thrusts turn shallow, deep. He says, “Doin’ so good, fuckin’ perfect,”
You clench around him, huffing a breathy moan. “Leon,”
“I’m here,” he says. “I’m right here,”
His thumb finds your clit, and you’re seeing stars. White hot pleasure radiates throughout your body, threatening to consume you. He picks up the pace, chasing his own release. He thrusts one, two, three more times before he’s groaning in your ear and filling you up. He collapses against you, chest heaving and panting. Your fingers wind into his hair, toying with the ends. Every now and then you feel him press kisses to the column of your throat.
“Leon,” you whisper. He hums. “I think your stitches split,”
He laughs then, a bright, airy sound that splits your chest open with want. He pulls back to look at you, and you note the way his eyes brim with adoration. You feel suddenly shy.
“You gonna patch me back up?” he asks, soft against you. You grin.
“Yeah,” you say, brushing the hair out of his eyes. “I will,”
𝟏𝟖+ 𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢 | he sends you a voice message while he’s away.
“hey sweet thing. missing ya’.”
his voice erupted, you could only hear the sound of his breathing, imagining the slow rise and fall of his chest.
“how have you been, mm? eating well? hydrating? you best be taking care of yourself while ’m gone.” he laughed, that squeaky one where you could tell his throat was tight from holding something in.
“wish you could feel how much i’m missing you.” you heard his breath shake at the last syllable, then the tell-tale sound of his zipper slipping down rang out. a loud zzziipp like he wasn’t even trying to hide it.
a moment of silence then a harsh hiss came from his side as he wrapped a hand around his aching member, stroking it to full mast. “shit baby, i’m so hard just thinkin’ about you.” he groaned, then a rustle of clothes came as he shoved his pants down to his ankles.
he shifted his phone so that it was placed right beneath his cock, you could hear it slap against his phone screen, hot and heavy. “listen to it. listen to what you do to me.” he panted, beginning to pump himself, every tug of his length drawing a throaty sigh from him.
“wish you were here. y’know, sucking me off.” he paused to breath, stifling a whine as he imagined the scene in his head. “gosh, you’d look so pretty, mouth full of me. choking on me.” he continued.
“or you could just sit on it. let me hump you ‘til you pass out, all dumbed out on my dick.” he rasped, voice dropping a milky octave. you could hear him spit down on his cock, smearing the glob of saliva over his length.
“if you were here, i’d bend you right over this desk and fuck—” he sped up his strokes, you could tell he was close with how whiny he got. “i’d do so much to you darling, but you’re just not here. and it’s killing me.”
“miss you, so fuckin’ bad.” his voice cracked, you could hear the lewd fap-fap-fap of him fisting his cock ruthlessly, teetering on the edge of release.
“bet you’re touching yourself too, huh?” you could hear his smirk through the phone, “bet you’re getting off at seeing me so desperate and needy. you’re evil.” he grunted.
“shit, i’m close.” he cursed through gritted teeth, you could hear his chair creak under his weight as he pumped his cock, chasing his orgasm.
“this one’s for you.” he panted, the sounds of his fist becoming slicker. after a couple more strokes, he came all over himself with a muffled groan, making a mess everywhere.
“it’s so much.” he grumbled, already regretting what he did knowing he would have to get up and clean off. “and i blame it on you.” he chuckled, you could hear him tucking himself back into his pants.
“anyway. i’ll be back soon. love you, byee.” he spoke before blowing an obnoxious kiss to the phone and cutting the voice message.
💭 thinking about waking up next to re9!Leon who’s a little needy ᝰ.ᐟ 18+ it’s gets a little slutty at the end my bad
The bedroom is cool, quiet, save for your soft breaths and the faint chittering of birds outside— it’s peaceful, and Leon, being the first to wake as always, lies there to simply bask in it. He’s pressed right up behind you, one arm tucked under your pillow and the other draped around your waist, his hand tucked under your sleep-shirt because this man lives for skin-on-skin contact.
He’s so in-tune with your body, he could feel you start to wake even before those eyes of yours begin to flutter open, and he takes that as an invitation to snuggle in closer, pressing a smiley-kiss to your shoulder as you begin to stir.
“There she is… sleeping beauty,” He hums affectionately from behind you, his voice all rough with sleep, chest rumbling against your back, dragging you to the land of the living.
“Mfm… s’too early,” your sleepy murmur gets a chuckle from him, the sound muffled into your skin.
“It’s almost twelve pm, baby.”
You whine in disagreement, “But it’s a Sunday and we’ve got nothing to do.”
He shushes you, hand slides from under your shirt to caress the curve of your hip soothingly as his mouth moves across your shoulder carefully in feather-light pecks.
“M’not saying you gotta get up yet, baby. Come on, turn around, let me see you.”
A smile tugs at the corners of your lips, and you shuffle, turning around to look up at him— all sleep soft and warm, the early-afternoon sun catching in your eyes. He reaches his hand out, his fingertips grazing across your face, pushing your tussled hair back so he can get a good, long look at you, and he smiles, rare and private, only for your eyes.
“Morning, gorgeous,” he whispers quietly, leaning in to brush a kiss to the corner of your mouth.
You hum, curling your arms around his broad shoulders to keep him close as he peppers open-mouthed kisses along the curve of your jaw, his nose bumping against your cheek. “Good morning, handsome,” you reply lazily, his stubble tickling your soft skin, purposely rubbing the rough hairs against the side of your face just to hear you laugh.
“Thought you were gonna go to the gym today?” you ask almost teasingly, slipping your fingers through his hair.
He groans into your neck at the reminder, his body melting in your arms, seeking your warmth out like a sunbathing cat, “That was the plan, yeah… then I woke up, and you were all soft and warm, clinging to me nd’I couldn’t leave you like that.”
It’s almost the exact same excuse he had used yesterday, but you weren’t going to complain, not when he’s all over you and pinning you against the soft mattress, bare-chested and spoiling you with kisses.
“Unless you want me to leave, hmm?— scared I’ll let myself go, baby?” He chuckles, running his knuckles along your cheek as your hands run down his chest, fingers catching the coarse hairs that pepper his skin.
“You’re ridiculous. Obviously, I want you here.” You murmur, tilting your head to kiss him properly, deeply, his lips slotting against yours perfectly.
“Oh, obviously, is it? ” he echoes smugly, grinning against your mouth as he pushes your shirt up to your collarbones, “This is better than lifting weights anyway,” he murmurs, kissing down your neck and over the swell of your breasts— your breath catching at the feeling.
“Well, that’s not much of a competition.”
Your fingers run through his hair and he makes a low gravelly noise, leaning into your hands. “You’re right, it’s not even close— god you’re so fucking warm.” He sighs, looking up at you through his lashes with a faint grin, blue eyes glinting—he was definitely scheming.
“Gonna let me love on you a little before we get up, yeah?” He smiles against your sternum, his voice all tender yet rough with want because god you look and feel amazing like this. “Make you come on my tongue first, then fuck you, nice and slow— make breakfast after?”
“Mm, Jesus… Leon…” his name falls from your lips, broken and whiny, desperate, and he coos in response, a hushed ‘I know baby’ before capturing your nipple into his wet mouth— his tongue flicking over the hardened peak as his hand cups your other boob.
He shifts against you, slotting himself snug between your legs. You wrap your thighs around him, a whimper catching in your throat when he grinds his hard-on against your clothed pussy, arching into him for more, wetness already collecting in your panties.
“I’ll handle it… you just relax f’me, baby.” He promises, kissing his way down your tummy whilst his fingers pinch at your nipples— his free hand tugging your panties down.
Lazy Sundays were the closest thing to heaven.
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Warnings: SMUT, MDNI, fingering, P in V, unprotected sex, slightly soft dom Leon, later soft dom reader, oral (male receiving) , cowgirl position, good girl as a pet name, FLUFF
A/N: Hello Sweethearts! Part 3 of Forever Night Stand is here, yay! This story already feels like my baby and the fact that you still support and read it makes me so incredibly happy. Whenever I see a comment or message in my inbox from you it somehow makes my day a little brighter. I hope this story and especially this chapter will have the same effect on you. We are starting off strong with some (actually a lot) smut (hehe) and then we will explore their dynamic a little more. I am dying to know what you think, so don’t hold back 🥰 Enjoy! So much love to every single one of you, Shell xo
Part 1 I Part 2
“Down the hallway, second door to the right,” you whispered against his lips, not wanting to let go just yet. You wanted to keep this moment forever, burn it into your brain, and replay it at every possible daytime.
The effect he had on you should be studied, because no man in your entire life had been able to make you feel the way Leon did.
You continued kissing him more desperately, clinging onto his shirt as if he'd disappear if you'd let him go. Simultaneously, your hips started moving against his thigh, which gave you just the right amount of friction against your core.
You could feel his grin against your swollen lips.
“I love how needy you are." He pressed his thigh a little higher against you, the fabric of his jeans deliciously rubbing against the thin layer of your pants.
Your hands drifted down to between his legs, your gaze fixated on his, watching as his eyes grew darker. In an instant, his lips were on yours again.
“I love how hard you are,” you murmured teasingly, massaging the growing bulge in his pants.
“All for you, sweetheart, all for you," Leon hissed when you applied more pressure on his thick member, feeling him through his jeans.
Your lips never lost contact; everything happened with your lips still melting against each other, messy and wet and just the way you needed it.
You felt your clit becoming more sensitive as he suddenly started flexing his thigh, allowing you even more friction.
“Leon,” you moaned into his mouth. You felt his cock twitch slightly in your hand, earning another growl from him. As much as you loved riding his thigh and soaking your panties in the meantime, it simply wasn’t enough. You needed all of him and more.
As if he could hear your thoughts, he finally stood up, with you still being wrapped around him.
“Hold on tight."
As you held onto him while he carried you to the bedroom, you started peppering kisses along his jaw and neck, feeling a slight shiver coming from him.
Once he opened the door, you were met with the cool air from your bedroom, only the city lights lighting up the small space.
It was just like that nightbut with a different setting and set with a mood that felt more intimate, more familiar.
You heard a low chuckle coming from him as he set you down onto your bed. With a frown, you followed his gaze and looked behind you, spotting the plush monkey that was sitting between one of the pillows. By now you were ready to die from embarrassment. Way to ruin the mood.
“Cute,” Leon said somewhat amused, eyeing the plushie.
“Gift from Nellie,” you explained awkwardly, putting it quickly on one of the nightstands.
“We don’t want to traumatize this little monkey, hm?” He grinned, turning it around so it wasn’t facing you anymore.
You chuckled, noticing how unperfect this whole situation seemed to be.
Now that you were thinking about it, nothing about you felt perfect at the moment. Your hair was still covered in flour, your underwear was completely unmatched and something you'd pulled out of your drawer this morning. Your shirt was like two sizes too big.
Comically, this seemed to be even worse than the outfit from your first night together. You made a mental note to yourself to at least once seduce him in something sexy. Just for the surprise.
“Sorry for ruining the mood,” you said sheepishly. “I wasn't really prepared for…that,” you said awkwardly, gesturing to the room and then to yourself.
He looked back at you and gently pushed you down onto your bed. Taking your hand in his, he placed it on his still fully erect cock. You could feel him throbbing through his pants.
“Does this feel to you like you ruined the mood?” he asked, applying more pressure as in urging you to keep touching him.
You bit your lip, taking the hint and palming him some more while he was half leaning above you.
“You are fucking amazing,” he groaned, one of his hands brushing a few hair strands from your face. “And unbelievably hot. Even with the whole baking stuff in your hair,” he chuckled.
You smiled at his words, pulling him down to you to start kissing him again.
Clothes were hastily discarded and thrown far away, where they couldn't distract you anymore.
“You've been turning me on these past weeks,” he mumbled, groaning when you started to slip your hand inside his boxer briefs. He felt just as big as you'd remembered him. Thick, warm, and begging to be touched.
He kissed his way down your neck again simultaneously.
"Every time we are together, I can’t concentrate. I can't fucking focus because of you."
You whimpered when you heard his words, your panties already clinging to your wet folds. The whole time you've been thinking that you were the only one who was yearning for him, and now hearing that he'd been feeling the same sent shivers over your whole body.
“You like hearing that? What you do to me?” His hands fumbled with your bra clasps, hurriedly opening them to finally free your breasts.
"Yeah." You nodded, looking up at him with flushed cheeks and a slightly pretentious smile. Yes, maybe it did boost your ego a tiny little bit.
“Mhm. That's what I thought,” he hissed, his eyes darkening as they took in the sight of your breasts, nipples perked, just waiting to be touched by his calloused hands.
“Such perfect tits,” he mumbled appreciatively. Your eyes fluttered close as soon as his fingers came in contact, massaging the soft flesh and playing with your nipples teasingly. The second he pinched one of them, it sent a jolt of pleasure through your body.
"Leon-"
“I know what else you like, sweetheart."
Expectantly, you looked up, gazing into his deep blue eyes, which had turned a few shades darker than usual.
“I know you like being called a good girl,” he hummed, the hand that was playing with your tits before, drifting down between your legs to brush over the damp fabric of your panties. And it was true. The first time he’d done that, you’d learned something new about yourself.
You’d never expected to be into that kind of pet name, but after hearing these words roll off of Leon’s tongue, that perception had quickly changed.
“So be a good girl and tell me what you want,” he hummed, rubbing your clit through your panties.
“I want you,” you whimpered impatiently.
“Not enough”
“I want you inside me."
Your hips were desperately writhing against his hand, a pathetic try at getting more pleasure from him.
"Fuck, baby,” he mumbled before pushing your panties down, throwing them to the rest of the clothes. He wasted no time and started circling your clit with his thumb, causing you to moan loudly. His fingers wandered lower to your entrance, right where your arousal was already leaking out of you, all because of him.
“Dripping for me,” he praised, his thick cock twitching in his boxers upon feeling your wetness coating his fingers.
He let his fingers slide inside you, first one, then two.
“Leon-“ Your voice broke, overwhelmed by the feeling of his thick fingers filling your tight hole.
He angled his fingers perfectly, finding the spongy spot inside you that made you see stars. You moved against his fingers, riding them and meeting his thrusts. You looked down, completely mesmerized by the way his veins in his arms were pulsing and his muscles were flexing from fucking his fingers into you.
“Yes, ride my fingers. Get off on my fingers."
His voice sounded darker than before but still so gentle, a mixture only he could pull off.
You clung to his arms as he kept his fingers pumping in and out of you; at the same time, he started sucking on your tits, letting his tongue swirl around your fully erect nubs.
“Oh god. Fuck. Yes!"
He watched you while still making out with your tits, his cock meanwhile painfully throbbing against his boxers. It was too much. Almost.
When you started feeling your walls tightening around his fingers and a coil forming deep inside your lower abdomen, you knew you were getting close to cumming.
“I-think I-“
“I know. I feel it,” he groaned, switching to your other breasts as he kept thrusting his fingers against the same spot over and over again. “Let go, don’t hold back. Let me hear your sweet sounds,” he said, his voice muffled from sucking on your tits.
After a few more pumps your walls started tightening around him, sending a wave of pulsations through your core. You cried out from the intensity and held onto his massive arms while his fingers fucked you through it. He helped you ride it out, never stopping his movements, only slowing them down gradually.
“That’s a good girl right there." He looked down at his fingers that were now drenched from you. “God you’re so hot,” he mumbled as he carefully pulled his fingers out of you.
“That was….wow,” you admitted, looking at him in a complete daze.
He smiled, kissing your head lovingly.
“And only the beginning”
You watched him for a few seconds, coming down from your high and enjoying the short intimate moment, before you got up and pressed your hands to his chest, making him lie down on his back.
“My turn now,” you said seductively. You were enjoying the power switch for a moment. Of course you had enjoyed him being the one in control, but you wanted to try out one of your dirty daydreams, and that specific one included sucking on his delicious-looking cock. “I wanna suck you off,” you continued, speaking your dirty thoughts freely.
He raised his eyebrows, a slight smirk playing on the corner of his mouth.
“There’s that filthy mouth I missed."
As you positioned yourself between his legs, you started palming him through his boxers again. You could hear him hiss, his hips bucking into your hand. He looked down at you as his head rested slightly against the headboard. Suddenly another idea crossed your mind.
“Tell me what you want,” you whispered, almost biting your lip in the process because you needed time to adjust to your new “role”
A flicker of surprise crossed his features but was soon replaced by a rather lustful expression.
“Are we switching roles now?” He teased through gritted teeth, suppressing the groan that was threatening to spill from his lips.
You withdrew your fingers teasingly, tilting your head slightly.
“Tell me what you want,” you repeated.
“You,” he grunted, his cock twitching at your sudden bold behavior.
“Not enough” You started enjoying this more than you originally thought.
He looked at you through half-lidded eyes, sweat already forming on his forehead.
“I want your mouth wrapped around my cock."
With a smile playing on your lips, you reached for his boxers and pulled them down, freeing his erect member. It sprang free, the tip already red and glistening with a few drops of precum.
Leon watched you intently, impatiently waiting for your next move.
You slowly dragged your tongue along his shaft, bottom to top, placing a kiss on the tip once you reached it.
“Mhm such a tease,” he mumbled, watching as you played with his desperately hard member.
You grinned, doing it all over again until he started bucking his hips again, trying to get closer to your throat. “Baby…fuck. Please suck my cock already,” he groaned, brows furrowed.
You'd never imagined Leon Kennedy would beg for anything, not even getting his cock sucked, but here you were, pleasantly surprised.
You opened your mouth, wrapping your swollen lips around him, and started by swirling your tongue around the tip. You could already taste the first drops of precum, a musky and slightly salty taste on your tongue.
You then started bobbing your head up and down, occasionally hollowing your cheeks out for a more intense feeling.
He watched you in awe, his cock twitching in your mouth whenever you closed your mouth completely on him.
“Fuuuuck-“
His eyes fluttered close for a few seconds, while one of his hands came down to grab a fistful of your hair. He wasn't rough, wasn't pushing you down or anything. It was as if he was trying to guide you gently.
You picked up the pace, going deeper until he reached the back of your throat, convulsing around him and swallowing him whole.
“Just like that. "Goddamn, look at you,” he sighed, keeping his hands tightly in your hair as you continued bobbing your head up and down his shaft.
You rested your hands on his massive thighs, feeling them flex and tense under your touch.
“Looking so good with my cock in your mouth."
His words caused you to moan around him, sending vibrations through his whole body.
Every now and then you tried to relax your jaw, taking him as deep as you could. The grunting and groaning coming from him sounded like music to your ears and only motivated you further to take him even deeper.
“You are so perfect. So fu- goddman perfect with your mouth around me. Should've done this sooner. Should've just fucked your mouth in my office or in one of the private training rooms. Would've looked so good taking my cock there, kneeling in front of me."
You almost whined hearing his words. It was an unrealistic fantasy, and you knew he didn't really mean it, but here in the privacy of your home, sharing these filthy thoughts privately, it was the hottest thing you could’ve imagined.
Your pussy clenched at his words, clit throbbing and begging to be touched again.
You started hollowing out your cheeks again, drooling all over him with a few drops landing on your tits.
“Babe- I think- you need to-“ He hissed, voice strained and brows furrowed.
You could sense he was getting close. You could feel it in the way his veins throbbed in your mouth, as well as his thighs and lower abdomen tensing the more you took of him.
With a slight pop, you released him, strings of saliva clinging onto his throbbing cock, as well as your mouth.
“Hell…” He muttered while catching his breath, his eyes glossy and still half closed. He must have been really on the brink of cumming.
You smiled mischieviously, starting to crawl towards him and sitting yourself on his lower body, his erection pressing impatiently at your entrance.
You looked down at him, taking in the sight of his blissed-out face. He looked beautiful like that. No frowning, no worrying, no contemplating. He was completely at your mercy, and you enjoyed every minute of it.
“I wanna ride you,” you said as you placed your hands on his chest.
“Take a seat, pretty girl,” he hummed with an anticipating smile on his lips. Your body immediately reacted to his words, your clit throbbing in anticipation while still being sensitive from your earlier high.
You slowly let yourself sink down onto him while your hand helped guide his thick shaft inside your tight hole. You were slick with arousal, making it easy for him to fully penetrate you.
“Fuuuck-“ you both cursed in unison. Your tightness embraces his cock fully, your walls already starting to flutter simply from the feeling of him splitting you open.
It felt too good, somehow even better than the first time, but maybe that was just the endorphins talking.
He gripped your hips tightly, not guiding you just yet, just holding and supporting you.
“You’re so big,” you whimpered as you took in the feeling of the stretch. It felt breathtaking, even more intense than you’d imagined.
“Take your time; don’t rush. I am right there with you,” he whispered. Your walls clamped down onto him upon hearing his tender words. The mixture between him being dominant and still so caring at the same time made it even hotter.
You nodded, experimentally starting to roll your hips in a forward motion.
“Oh-,” you breathed, feeling your clit brush against his pelvis in a perfect angle with every roll of your hips.
“Just like that. Jesus….you are so tight,” he rasped, biting back a moan when he felt you starting to bounce on him.
You found the perfect rhythm, allowing him to fill you deeper until he hit the perfect angle inside you. By now you were so wet and aroused, every bounce started making obscene sounds from you fucking him.
“Leon-“
You closed your eyes shut, your movements never faltering as you kept moving up and down his shaft, feeling yourself becoming tighter with every stroke.
He was completely mesmerized by the sight of you riding him, your bouncing tits, and your beautiful face contorted in pleasure from you fucking yourself senseless on his dick.
“Looking so good for me. Riding my cock like a goddess. Fuck, don’t stop, baby. Don’t stop,” he grunted. His hands found their way to your ass, giving it a gentle slap before squeezing it roughly.
You rode him faster, changing the angle just slightly so your clit was brushing against him again. By then your arousal was dripping out of you, making a mess on his whole lower body and thighs. You didn’t care in your current state. You were too cockdrunk to form coherent sentences anymore.
“I- I’m so close again,” you mewled, your hands almost painfully grasping at his chest. Leon groaned, not caring about the pain you were inflicting on him; the pleasure your pussy was providing him was much stronger.
You felt your legs starting to get weak once the pleasure was pooling in your lower belly. The coil that had started to build was ready to snap open, bringing you over the edge.
“Let me help you, yeah?” He huffed, and before you knew it, he started thrusting upwards, hitting your cervix.
“Oh…god please don’t stop,” you whined, tears starting to form at the corners of your eyes as he started thrusting harder and deeper, just the way you needed it. He managed to hit that spot again and again, better than you’d done it before when you fucked him.
“Shit…you’re getting so tight. Cum on my cock, baby girl. Cream all over it, do it,” he urged, pressing his lips together when he felt your walls clenching around him violently.
Your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave, your walls pulsing and fluttering around him. For a few seconds your mind went blank, and all you could see were stars.
You cried out his name as you came, thankful he kept thrusting into you to prolong your pleasure.
When you started practically milking him, he couldn't hold back any longer. He let out a low and deep growl as he spilled everything inside you, his cum shooting out in hot, thick ropes.
“Fuckfuckfuck-“ He grunted, pulling you down so he could hold you closer while he fucked into you, nuzzling his face in your neck.
He held you close, panting heavily in your ear as he kept thrusting lazily, slow and ragged.
You let yourself sink against him. Your thighs were still shaking from the position, and your walls started sending the occasional aftershocks through you.
“You were amazing,” he whispered in your ear, hands starting to stroke gently along your warm back.
“The feeling is mutual,” you giggled, still out of breath and slightly overwhelmed by the intensity.
After a few more moments, you gently got off him, lying down next to him.
“C’mere,” he sighed, his breathing still uneven. He looked even more attractive like this. A sweaty forehead, flushed cheeks, and the tousled hair that looked so much softer in the dimmed bedroom lighting.
You snuggled up against him, resting your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. He laid his arm around your hip, drawing lazy circles on it. For a while, you just stayed like that. No talking, no noises except your panting and the raindrops that started dripping against your window. You hadn’t even realized that it had started raining.
“Is everything okay?” He asked, breaking the silence.
“Yes, perfect,” you hummed, feeling the tiredness overflow your body and mind.
He looked down at you and watched your face intently before placing several soft kisses on your head and temple.
You felt so utterly loved and cared for that you were sure your heart was about to jump out of your chest.
You both decided you were in desperate need of a shower, so after spending a few more minutes in the intimate haze, you hopped into the shower and cleaned yourselves off from everything.
Afterwards you slipped on some loose pajamas, watching as Leon lay back in your bed, his upper body resting against the headboard. He looked relaxed, peaceful, and still so goddamn handsome you just wanted to scream from joy.
He smirked when he saw you climbing back onto the bed. Instead of just lying down next to him, you decided to climb between his legs and let your back rest against his chest.
He pulled you tightly against him until your head rested against his shoulders.
“I liked seeing you like this. Taking control and everything,” he mumbled.
“Oh yeah? Maybe I should do that more often then."
“You should,” he hummed in agreement.
You turned your face slightly to face him, your lips almost brushing against each other.
“Should we…talk about this? About…us?” you whispered.
“Let’s talk tomorrow. Tonight I just want to…enjoy this. As long as I can,” he mumbled, kissing you again. And you didn’t complain.
“Good idea,” you agreed, cuddling yourself back to him and enjoying the intimate moment.
The next morning you were awoken by the sound of the coffee machine. It took you a few seconds to take in your surroundings. You were in your own bed, your blanket draped over your body, and the first few rays of morning light were shining through the windows.
For a split of a second you worried you’d overslept until you realized it was Sunday. Thank God.
Your body was aching and still feeling sore from your late-night activities. However, you wouldn't want to trade that feeling for anything in the world. Because it reminded you of him. And the incredible feeling only he was able to give you.
You carefully slipped out of your bed and padded into the kitchen, seeing Leon preparing coffee for the both of you.
“I see you are comfortable in my kitchen already,” you smiled, walking over to him.
"Let's say I know my way around after the baking lesson with Nellie,” he grinned.
You slowly wrapped your arms around him, almost nervously, as if you were afraid someone would wake you up at any moment, pulling you out of a wonderful dream.
He gently laid his free arm around you and kissed you on the top of your head. He stayed there for a moment, inhaling your scent.
“I missed this,” he mumbled appreciatingly, his voice still a little rough from sleep.
“What?” You asked, looking up, while still being wrapped around him.
“This. I mean…having you by my side. Not just as my partner at work,” he said.
Your heart swelled at his words.
“I missed this too,” you answered quietly, averting your eyes. “I honestly thought this night…would have been a one-night stand thing,” you admitted, feeling the insecurities come flooding back.
“Well, we kind of destroyed the definition of a one-night stand with last night,” he smirked, handing you a cup of hot, steaming coffee.
“Kind of, yeah."
“Besides. I…as I told you…for me this was more than just…sex,” he continued, sipping on his coffee. His words came out in fragments, as if he wasn’t sure how to word it correctly. And you felt the same. What was this even? A relationship? An affair? Friends with benefits?
You secretly hoped for the first option.
“You were pretty good at hiding it,” you mumbled, playing with the cup in your hand.
“Comes with the job, I guess,” he said, reaching out to cup your face. “But that doesn’t mean I didn't care. I….just want to protect you. And your job,” he explained.
You nodded, smiling when his hand brushed your cheeks.
“I know you worked hard for it, and if people find out…they will talk. You know how they are. I don't want that for you,” he said eventually.
You nodded in agreement. You had seen this countless times before, and the last thing you wanted was to be branded as your superior’s affair or that you slept your way up to the top.
“So, what is the plan?” You asked quietly, looking down at the cup as if the hot liquid could give you a magic answer.
“The only thing I can suggest to you is that we are together. Really together. But in secret,” he sighed, making you look back up at him again.
“I know that’s not what you deserve. You deserve more, way more,” he laughed humorlessly. “But at the moment that’s all I can offer. For the sake of both our jobs,” he said, his brows furrowing.
You watched him for a few moments, contemplating the options in your head.
“I would understand if you said no,” he said calmly.
“And then what? We already figured out we can’t…keep our hands off of each other,” you chuckled.
“I can’t argue with that." He joined in your laughter, giving you a peck on the lips.
“So I guess…that’s what it is then." You nodded awkwardly. You wanted to be with him; you already knew that, so if your relationship had to be in secret, then so it was.
“Do you want me to officially ask you to be my girlfriend, or should we skip that?” He teased, leaning back against the kitchen counter.
You laughed, a wicked grin appearing on your lips.
“Mhm….yes. Please ask me. Like we’re in high school again,” you giggled, placing the cup on the counter to wait for his next move.
He nodded in defeat, as if he’d expected you to say this. Slowly, he came closer and stood in front of you, taking your hand in his.
“So, will you be my secret girlfriend and partner in crime?” He cheesily asked, adding a dramatic tone to his voice.
You immediately started laughing. This was so out of character for him.
“Yes, Leon. "Yes, I will,” you smiled, watching him bend down to you to kiss you again. And again. And again.
A secret relationship wasn't something you'd wished for, especially not at your age, but being together with him in secret was still better than not being with him at all.
Surely, it would have been nice to make it official. You wouldn't have to worry about the way you looked at each other or fearing your other coworkers might sense something.
Still, you managed to make it work.
It became a quiet, intimate, and illicit routine between the two of you.
Leon was less distant at work but never touchy or flashy in the way he was treating you.
Whenever other people were in the room, you kept a professional distance, but in these tiny moments in between, you shared your clandestine way of communicating.
His hand more than once brushed yours under the table during a meeting. Especially when he felt you getting nervous or enraged, this was his silent way of telling you that he was there. Not just as a colleague, but as your partner as well.
On other occasions it happened that you exchanged knowing glances or even a smirk. It was your way of telling the other that you both were thinking the same.
When he was feeling extra risky, he even pulled you into secret rooms, hallways, or his office. Years of experience working as a DSO agent had taught him a lot. That also included a detailed floor plan of the DSO building and information on where the cameras were and weren't located.
Unlike in your fantasies, you hadn’t used this chance to get risky, but to share small intimate moments like kisses or hushed whispers in which you told each other how much you meant to one another.
Well, and then there was Nathan. You had ignored his “appointment” and simply deleted it from your calendar, but you didn't want to simply ghost him. Besides, it would have made things more awkward, considering that you were still working together very closely.
So, a few days later after finishing your work, you decided to visit him in his office and tell him that you're not interested. Easy as that.
It was already late in the evening, the busy crowd from the midday work hours long gone. You waited a few seconds before knocking on his door.
“Come in!”
As you entered, you spotted Nathan being busy working on what looked like five screens simultaneously. The headset was loosely hanging around his neck, his fingers swiftly drumming on the keyboard.
“What can I-“ Nathan stopped mid-sentence as he turned around. His face lit up almost instantly when he saw you standing in his office.
“Hey! Now that's a great late-night visit; take a seat,” he said enthusiastically, pulling out the chair for you. You almost felt bad when you saw his puppy-like eyes staring at you.
“Thanks,” you smiled somewhat painfully, sitting down next to him.
“Want me to grab you a drink? Tea? Coffee?”
He smiled, gesturing toward the door.
“No, no. Thank you. I actually have to leave in a few. I just wanted to talk to you,” you explained gently.
He nodded. “Yeah, sure,” he said. “Go on."
You cleared your throat, feeling your mouth going dry. This was way easier when you'd planned it out in your head.
“About your appointment… the coffee date," you started.
"Oh, that, yes. I am sorry if that came off…weird. I know it was a little straightforward, and I figured that I went a little too far when I saw you deleting it,” he said quickly, scratching the back of his neck that started turning red. Probably from embarrassment.
You smiled warmly. “I was a little surprised, yes. But that's not… why I deleted it,” you said. “I am in a relationship, so I am off the market,” you finally said.
“And I don't think my boyfriend would like it very much if I was going on a date with another man,” you added with a wink, trying to lighten the mood a tiny little bit.
It felt exciting to officially call Leon your boyfriend, even if no one knew that you were actually referring to him. It was enough to make you feel tingly and warm.
He looked at you surprised.
“Oh I…I didn‘t know. I thought you were single because you never mentioned anyone. I mean not that you have to, of course! I just…sorry I wouldn't have asked if I knew you were taken.”
He was almost tumbling over his words, speaking way too fast for his own good. By now the redness from his neck had spread to his cheeks. Suddenly he looked almost innocent to you.
“No, it's all good! I am not mad at you or anything. I just wanted to come clear and not just…ghost you or anything,” you laughed quietly.
“I appreciate that! And again…sorry for making things awkward for you,” he said apologetically.
You both looked down and stayed quiet for a few moments.
“I hope this doesn't change anything between us. We are still friends and partners, right?” he asked, looking up again.
“Sure! You're not getting rid of me that easily,” you teased.
He nodded with a smile, trying to hide the fact that he'd actually hoped for something more than just friendship.
“Great. I will uh…text you tomorrow the newest info for your devices and upcoming missions,” he said eventually.
“Sounds perfect. Thank you”
You stood up again, taking your bag and swinging it over your shoulder. “Then I guess I'll see you tomorrow?”
“Yes. See you tomorrow. Have a good night,” he smiled.
“You too!”
Before you could reach the door, he called after you.
“Oh and….is your boyfriend also an agent? Do I know him maybe?” he asked, completely oblivious.
You closed your eyes, breathing through your nose.
Now don't say anything stupid.
“No! He is actually doing something very different than me. Which is quite refreshing,” you said with a forced smile as you turned around to face him.
He nodded. “Oh I believe."
God he was looking at you like a puppy again. Maybe that was why you stupidly decided to say the next words.
“He is a chef!”
You had no idea why exactly you felt the need to give your secret boyfriend a new profession, but here you were.
“Wow! Lucky you. Always getting the best meals,” he chuckled.
You prayed he wouldn't ask you where he worked because you definitely didn't know enough restaurants around here to come up with a name.
“Yes! Absolutely," you giggled, relieved that he actually bought your fake story. You ultimately said your goodbyes to each other, and then you finally made your way to the upper offices.
The second you got to the upper floors, you felt a flutter in your stomach, like a kid on Christmas. The same feeling you always felt when knowing you would see him again.
It was getting close to midnight, so by now the only office that was occupied was Leon’s. You could see the faint light shining through the door.
After hearing a quiet "Come in" you entered the large room. Leon was sitting in front of his laptop, his tired features being lit by the screen lights and his office lamp that was standing on his desk. He looked deep in thought, typing away on the keyboard with his reading glasses resting on the bridge of his nose.
When you’d found out he needed reading glasses, you’d initially teased him about it, but in reality, it suited him incredibly well.
The first buttons of his shirt were open, the sleeves rolled up. He looked like the most handsome man on the planet. Your man, to be exact.
“And? How did coffee boy react to the news?” He asked dryly, his eyes not averting from the screen in front of him. He was probably trying to act like he didn’t care, but you knew he was dying to know.
You laughed quietly, shaking your head as you approached his desk, sitting down on the edge with one leg propped up.
“Don't call him that,” you chuckled. „He is a good guy.”
Leon huffed, still looking at the monitor in front of him. “Yeah, that move could have gotten him fired. Quite unprofessional, to be honest,” he muttered.
You had to hold back your laugh. Seeing him getting jealous was actually kind of attractive. The way he was trying to act unbothered and totally calm. Lucky for you, you could read him better by now, seeing right through his facade.
"Yeah, right. Almost as unprofessional as starting a secret relationship with your assigned junior agent, hm?” you noted, pressing your lips together to stop yourself from grinning. How much you loved the little banter between the both of you.
Leon finally looked up, wearing a stern look on his face.
“That's something entirely different.”
“It is not. And you know that,” you giggled, crossing your arms in front of your chest, still halfway sitting on his desk.
“Always talking back to me,” he said, shaking his head at you.
“I thought you liked that."
He took off his glasses, set them down on the desk, and leaned back against the chair. His hand squeezed the bridge of his nose, followed by a deep sigh.
"Yeah, I do,” he mumbled. “Can't deny that."
Once he looked up at you again, he extended his hands out for you, inviting you to sit on his lap.
“What if someone comes in?” You asked hesitantly.
“Everyone already left. Besides, there are cameras down the hallway I can check,” he explained, watching you as you sat down on him and straddled his lap.
You nodded, pulling your arms around his neck and giving him a soft peck on the lips.
“There’s something else I need to tell you,” you said.
Leon looked up at you expectantly.
“Tell me,” he said, gently brushing over your back.
“Nate believes that…my boyfriend is a chef,” you muttered, almost cringing at your own words.
“He what?”
“I’m sorry, but he asked if my boyfriend was also an agent, so I panicked, and then I tried to think of another profession, and I thought about our first night. I remembered making jokes that you were a food critic and well….I kind of made you a chef, I guess,” you explained, looking down with a sheepish smile.
It took him a few seconds to take that in. “You…really need to work on your improvising,” he laughed, pulling you closer so you could lay your head on his chest, which you gladly did.
“I know,” you groaned, burying your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the familiar scent.
“Well, I have to tell you something too,” he said after a while.
“Is it a new mission?” You asked. You weren’t really sure; it was just a guess, basically, but you could sense something was up.
“Yeah. You and me. We will leave in three days for a mission in Mexico,” he explained. "I'll tell you all the details tomorrow in the briefing, but I wanted you to know."
“Mexico? How does that involve us?”
“Something about an abandoned laboratory from a well-known…company. As I said, more details tomorrow,” he said. “But maybe something positive. It’s close to the beach, so you could see it as a romantic getaway,” he teased.
“Romantic getaway? With us fighting against BOWs and fearing for our lives?" You asked sarcastically, a grin plastered on your face.
“Let’s hope it won’t be that extreme,” he muttered, brushing your cheek lovingly. "It would be nice if we didn’t have to fear for our lives for once."
“How boring,” you joked, kissing him one last time before getting up.
“Ready to go h…” You stopped yourself before you could finish the sentence. Normally your days always ended the same. At his apartment, cuddled together in his bed. It was not like you moved in already, but sometimes it sure felt like it.
“Home?” He grinned as he heard your lousy attempt at trying to swallow the word.
“I mean…at your place,” you corrected yourself awkwardly.
He closed his laptop, shutting everything down, and then came over to you to kiss you on the forehead.
“You can call it home, sweetheart. It isour home. At least that is how I see it,” he said.
You didn’t know what to say; you were simply too stunned.
“Now c’mon. I need a good round of sleep. Besides, we need to pack for the mission. And the beach,” he winked, walking over to the door.
“You coming?" He asked, turning around to see your still stunned-looking face.
“On my way,” you smiled, following him swiftly.
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This is my second time writing for Leon pls be easy on me :,(
Pairing: (R9!)Leon Kennedy x fem!Reader
Summary: Leon feels so good after Elpis cured him of his disease. He's gonna show you just how good.
Wordcount: 2.1k
Warnings/tags: Porn with little plot, smut, shameless sex, sloppy n wet, filthy smut, unsafe sex, making out, breeding kink, breeding, pussy pronouns, dirty talk, creampies, pet names, whiny!Leon, oral sex, pussy eating, slight aftercare, crying, english is not my first language, not proof read
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You had not expected Leons arrival today, much less did you expect him to show up instantly pouncing on you, and with no disease marks scarring his skin anymore.
In the needy haze of his lips crashing onto yours he muttered a half-assed explaination as to what happened- mentioning some hospital and elpis, whatever the hell that was. But how could you really care if your husband was desperately trying to fuse himself to you like back in your wedding night?
It had been such a long time since you and Leon had sex. Actual, satisfying sex. Due to his disease, he had been in pain, feeling insecure of the marks spreading more and more over his skin every day, and often just fell asleep before you could try anything. Sometimes the DSO whisked him away for weeks on end, leaving you alone with your fingers, though without your husband here you didn't even feel like masturbating.
"God, I missed you, baby" he groaned deeply in his throat, a sound of pure, unadulterated need that vibrated against your lips, his tongue sweeping into your mouth to taste you with a desperation that left you feeling lightheaded.
Your breath hitched into his mouth, his tongue tangling with yours. Your heart was hammering against your ribs as his hand slid down your body and hauled you up against him.
Your hands lifted to his chest to steady yourself and then you felt it, the hard ridge of his cock pressing through his trousers against your clothed pussy, the bulge straining the fabric. You gasped "Leon..." you had almost forgotten the last time he sported a boner like this, as the disease had stolen his stamina and his libido, but now he was hard as a rock and ready to fuck your brains out- it made your pussy gush just thinking about it.
He threw you onto your shared bed and stripped you with frantic pulls that almost ripped the garments apart, his fingers trembling from the sheer amount of desire he felt. He revealed your drenched panties and let out a shaky, needy whine. "Fuck, you're soaked already" his breath puffed hot against your covered pussy, and before you could respond, he licked a broad stripe over your panties.
Your gasp of pleasure was short lived as it turned into one of shock when you heard fabric tearing, Leons teeth sinking into the elastic to bite and rip it off of you. "Leon!" was all you managed to squeak because this- this was so hot.
"Sorry baby, gonna get you new ones" he sighed, burying himself between your legs. "Maybe not, like you better this way" he muttered, his words already slurred as he lost himself in your scent. You were dripping against his face, obscenely so, but how could you help yourself? You had been needy for your husband for months, you didn't even think you would last long like this.
Leon pulled back just enough to admire your cunt, your pussy lips slick and sticky with your arousal, parting to him like a rose that was in desperate need to be devoured.
His thumb found your clit "Look at this needy little clit" he groaned, rubbing you in slow circles. You whined above him, your pussy clenching around nothing. "Fuck, you're leaking even more now, feels that good? Has your pussy missed me this much, baby?" his words felt almost taunting, but his eyes were wide with actual pity.
You only nodded dumbly, your eyes wet with tears threatening to spill over if he didn't fill you up the next second.
His brows lifted softly in pity, kissing the inside of your thigh as an apology "Oh baby, im so sorry. I'll never leave you needy again. Gonna make you feel so good, I promise" he whispered, licking the arousal that had smeared on your thighs, and despite his own desperation, his tongue found your clit and swirled around the sensitive nub, while his fingers slid deep into your drenched hole.
You cried out, your fingers digging into his strong shoulders, your hips bucking upward against his face. You were so wet that every movement created a loud, squelching sound, the friction of his fingers thrusting in and out of you making you mewl.
Leon cursed lowly into your pussy as he felt your swollen, hot walls wrap around his digits, slimy and pulsing in need. He could only imagine how sensitive you must have felt. He looked up at you, his brows furrowed and his nose crinkled in that specific, beautiful way when he was overwhelmed by pleasure and need, his mouth hanging open as he watched you writher under his tongue.
"Please! Please...Leon..." you almost hiccuped, your thighs quivering around his head. You needed him now, right now, you felt like you were dying without him.
He stopped his hips that had unconciously humped the matress below while tasting you "Yes, sweet girl. Give me a second, shhh" he cooed to you as he watched fat tears roll over your rosy cheeks. God, he was about to cry himself, the need in him clawing out of his chest. He didn't made you wait any longer after he practically ripped his own clothes off and gripped your thighs, pulling your pussy flush against his core.
His cock throbbed helplessly against your cunt, and you desperately wriggled against it. He lined himself up with your hole, finally, and buried himself to the hilt with one slow thrust to savor the feeling of your walls opening up to swallow him.
The sensation was overwhelming. You whined so loud your neighbors probably knew Leon was finally back, your back arching as he invaded your pussy with little resitance. Leon let out a loud, guttural moan, his face twisting in a mask of pure ecstasy as he slipped right into your cunt, his veined cock sliding easily inside.
"Fuck...you feel even better than I remember" he whimpered, the sound almost whiny in its desperation. He started to move, and the pace was relentless.
Plap, plap, plap
The sound of his pelvis slamming against your soaking wet folds filled the room, a wet, fleshy slapping that had him groaning, your arousal smearing all over his abdomen. The suction of your pussy dragged him in almost automatically, your cunt so drenched that it drooled onto the sheets.
Leon cursed under his breath as he looked down at himself, your juices splashing up his abs with every plunge, watching where his dick disappeared inside you over and over, your slick coating him in a high, glossy finish. The harder he pounded you, the creamier and whiter your arousal became "God, she's practically sucking me in, creamin' all over me. Needed her man real bad, huh?" he panted with a soft smirk, sweat beading down his chest. He had gotten soft in all the right places, so his pecs jiggled with every thrust. You only whined in response.
As he pumped away like a man gone mad, his thumb found your clit again, grinding into the swollen flesh with a steady, punishing pressure that had your legs shaking. The coil in your belly tightened impossibly further, the dual assault on your body making you see stars. You wrapped your legs around his waist as if on instinct, locking your ankles behind his back, anchoring him to you so he couldn't possibly pull out. It was like all your brain function had been reduced to this, the air in the room so humid it was suffocating you.
Just this simple action of trapping him with your legs had something shortcircut in Leons brain and he leaned forward, his large arms on either side of your head, caging you in, your face gently squished by his biceps.
His mouth was opened in a moan, drooling into your mouth. He looked like he was desperately trying to hold himself back, even when his hips continued to fall into you with a wet plap, over and over. "Shit- baby, if you keep this up, m'gonna cum inside you"
The thought instantly made your pussy flutter violently around him, a clear, physical invitation. You moaned his name, a broken and desperate sound, begging him for more, clawing at his muscular back to keep him pressed to you.
He responded with a resolve-breaking groan, his head falling forward between his shoulders with a disbelieving laugh when he felt your feet dig even harder into the dimples on his back. "You really want to make me a daddy, huh? Should I make you a pretty mommy? Nice 'n swollen with my kid?" he rasped, his damp hair tickling your face.
You nodded throughout his words, desperately so, trying to form a coherent thought "Yes! Yes yes yes, please, Leon- fill me up!" you wailed, like you would face eternal torture if he didn't fill you to the brim right now. You clung to him like a koala, your hands grabbing onto anything they could reach, anchoring themselves into the sweaty dips of his muscles.
"That's it, hold onto me" he panted, his dusted chest sliding against your tits with every thrust, sweat dripping from his brow. "Don't let me go, baby. Gonna hold you tight."
He cradled your head in his arms and lost all control. His rhythmic pace accelerated, his thrusts becoming shorter, faster and more violent, the tip of his cock abusing your cervix. He was fucking you with a desperation that bordered on aggression, your bodies shining with sweat, the smell of sex and musk filling the air. His mouth hung over yours, slack, your tongues lazily tangling as he leaned down to dip it into your mouth, his bottom lip slick with drool.
"Baby...im about to cum. Let me cum inside, yeah? Yes baby, just open up f'me" his voice grew thinner, his cock throbbing heavily in your cunt as his orgasm approached.
You felt your own climax building, a tidal wave of pleasure that started in your core and crashed downward. Your orgasm made you scream from the sheer force of it rocking your body, your pussy spasming and milking Leons cock, not wanting to let go of him. You wailed helplessly in his arms, biting into his shoulder from the overstimulation.
Leons face scrunched up in that beautiful, pained expression of bliss as he felt you cum around him. He let out a loud, unrestrained shout, his body stiffening as he deliverd one final hard thrust, burying himself as deep as humanly possible.
He groaned- a long, shaking sound as he erupted inside you. You could feel the hot, thick ropes of his cum hitting your cervix, filling your womb, bubbling out around his shaft while he softly rocked his hips to keep it where it belonged. He didn't immediately pull away, he stayed buried inside you instead, both of you trying to catch your breath.
Your whole body was buzzing and shivering, even Leons arms were trembling softly, his forhead pressed to yours, his soft lips kissing away some stray tears on your cheeks.
"You were so good for me, such a good girl" he whispered then, gently pulling out of you to not overwhelm you, his cum spilling from your gaping cunt. You hissed as something hot leaked out of you, but your head was still too far up in the clouds for you to care. Both of you should have hit the showers, but you couldn't bring yourself to move. Leon tried his best to clean you up just a little, opening the window so the cool night air would dry off your sweat.
He slipped into the sheets behind you, pulling you close to him by the tummy, his lips quickly finding your neck to kiss. His slow breathing made shivers run over your arms, you just loved hearing him exhale a little heavier.
You snuggled up to him, just now realising that Leon, your Leon was finally home and would stay for a while. You had to fear for his life every mission, but he had made it. That he was miraculously cured was just a bonus. You gently played with his hand where he wore his wedding ring, interlacing your fingers together. "What do you think about a relaxing bath tomorrow, mhm?" he muttered against your shoulder, his middle finger tracing patterns over your exposed belly.
"Bubble bath" you yawned sleepily, softly stretching out in his arms before you settled heavier for sleep. He smiled gently.
"Bubble bath it is"
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ugh i feel like this was super bad and that i could have done better honestly
Like- it's just so out of character for Leon to talk a whole lot, but i really want him to grunt all these filthy things into my ear ughhh how do I make it sound in character
Yeah this is not my best piece, but you guys can have it anyways
Tags: RE2!Leon x Fem!Reader, no apocalypse AU, smut, loss of virginity (Leon), mentions of public sex (blowjobs), masturbation (male), fingering (f), cowgirl position, unprotected sex, creampie, and more!
Note: Hey!! It's me again, and I've finally brought y'all something from our beloved rookie Leon. I missed y'all so much, i hope u like it! >.<
Leon sometimes felt like a bit of a failure. I mean, he wasn't that bad. He'd managed to graduate from the academy, landed a job at the R.P.D. station, and his superiors were so kind to him that he finally felt like he belonged somewhere. Until those conversations came along.
He always felt that pang of jealousy when he heard his colleagues talking about celebrating their anniversaries or how their beautiful girlfriends welcomed them home with open arms after long days at work. And all he got was a secondhand bed in his tiny rented apartment.
The truth was, Leon Virgin Kennedy had never touched a woman. Not even in his teens. He'd never gotten beyond an awkward, tongue-tied kiss at some drive-in theater in his hometown because the girls quickly lost interest when they noticed Leon's shaky hands.
And now there wasn't much time for dates. His behavior was too clumsy for flirting, and he wasn't one of those tough guys who attracted girls easily. He just sucked. He sucked, until he met you. Ah, God had finally answered his prayers because you'd agreed to go out with him after his attempt at flirting in the station's copy room.
"Are you, uh—are you free Friday night?" The words had slipped out with a hint of confidence, despite his hand slipping on a stack of photocopies. You laughed, of course, but agreed. Leon was going to have his first date since arriving in Raccoon City (loser).
The night had passed easily with silly conversation and easy laughter, ending with both of you sitting in his Jeep eating ice cream after a cheesy horror movie. After that, you gave him a good, wet make-out session in the back of his truck. The date ended with a sweet wave from your door, and Leon went home with a painful erection, pink cheeks, and swollen lips.
But you didn't stop there; you were on a mission to ruin him. You'd steal glances at him whenever you crossed paths at work, shamelessly rub your ass against him as you walked past, and he'd fall for it every single time because he had to run to the station bathroom with an erection in his blue uniform pants.
You even gave him a blowjob in the station bathroom. His first blowjob, at his damn workplace. Poor Leon came too fast, one hand tangled in your hair and his free hand to his lips so as not to attract the attention of his coworkers. After that, he walked around with unfocused eyes, as if he'd been high for the rest of the day.
He felt like a horny teenager again, unable to control the thing inside his pants and desperately jacking off after every date, thinking about your lips around him. And finally, the day came when you decided to take pity on this man. After a date at his apartment, few glasses of wine, and a delicious dinner, you decided to pounce on him. He simply thanked heaven that you made the first move, because he could barely maintain eye contact. But there was no time to think when he had you on top of him, moaning softly against his mouth.
You both stumbled into Leon's room and collapsed onto the small bed, which creaked a little too loudly. Your fingers tangled tightly in his hair, arching your back beneath him in anticipation as you felt him settle between your legs. Your clothes quickly became just a pile on his bedroom floor. His sweaty hands didn't know where to begin, so he chose to touch your tits first, feeling his fingers tremble against the tender flesh as he timidly squeezed them.
Then you guided one of his hands to your pussy, letting him feel the wetness blossoming between your open legs. He looked at you in surprise, as if he couldn't believe you were like this for him. After showing him how to touch you properly with his fingers, how you liked it, and what rhythm, you pushed him down so he was lying back. You climbed on top of him, stifling a giggle at the sight of his eyes wide with anticipation and his eager hands exploring your sides.
"You're...woah—perfect." he whispered with devotion, reverently caressing your thighs. He gazed at you as if the stars hung before him, his eyes shining beneath those thick lashes. He swallowed loudly as he watched you take him in your hand and guide him to your entrance, rubbing the tip first between your wet folds. He could feel the tip becoming completely wet with your arousal.
The mere provocation made his eyes close and he let out a low, almost trembling moan as he reflexively lifted his hips. From this angle, you could see his Adam's apple swaying and his arms, large from workouts, tensing as he gripped your hips tighter. He had no idea how incredibly sexy he looked like this.
With a smooth motion, the tip of his cock slid easily inside your hot walls, which swallowed it with equal eagerness. "Oh, hooly shit—" He groaned, his mouth opening at the sensation, his gaze fixed on where his cock was slowly disappearing inside you. His body trembled slightly with pleasure as the thick head of his cock reached its deepness point inside you.
His fingers dug into your hips, unsure whether to pull you closer or further away for the hot sensation of your walls tightening around him, letting him feel how wet you were, practically dripping all around him. His lips moved, but no words came out. He was already fucked just by being inside you.
You started to move, rubbing against him and teasing him before giving him what he really wanted. Although he was already breathing heavily, his cheeks flushed pink and his hair plastered to his sweaty forehead, as if he'd run a marathon. But he was just trying not to come too quickly.
"You feel like fucking heaven, I swear..." he whispered as his pretty face crinkled in a grimace of pure pleasure as he felt you begin to bounce on him. You leaned back, placing your hands on his thighs as you continued to ride him slowly, letting him see how his cock was buried to the last inch inside you and how your breasts swayed.
His thumb moved closer to gently lift the hood of your clit, beginning to make slow, careless circles as you rubbed against him, making you moan and throw your head back in pleasure.
When the friction wasn't enough, you leaned forward to place your hands on his chest and begin to ride him for real. You rode up and down every inch of his member, letting him see how wet you were getting him before he thrust deep inside you again. Having him inside felt so good that, combined with the way your clit was rubbing against his pelvis, you started to feel like you could come in record time.
"Wait, slower—" he whimpered, a real whimper, as his impotent hips lifted to chase your greedy pussy. "I'm gonna come, please…" He whined again, as if he were about to cry. His balls were full and tight, ready to empty at any moment. He was so adorable trying to hold on for a few more seconds, but the wet squelching of your pussy and your sweet moans weren't helping at all.
"it's okay, I want it inside—Give it to me." You murmured, your voice heavy with need and your face hot from bouncing on his cock as if you wanted to squeeze out every last drop of semen he had. All he could do was chase your lips, trying to kiss and hold you as he came completely, his hips contracting to push until every inch was inside, his balls buried deep. The sensation of his cock throbbing and shuddering inside you triggered your own orgasm, making you come around him with a small, muffled sob.
His moans were muffled in your mouth as he tried to hold you still, feeling you tremble from the aftershocks of your orgasm and catch your breath after filling you completely, feeling his hot load begin to overflow even with him still inside.
"I think I died and this is heaven." he whispered breathlessly, drenched in sweat, holding you tightly in his arms and inhaling your tousled hair, as if he needed you like he needed air. And maybe he did, because this man was already addicted and he wasn't going to let you go soon.
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SUMMARY: While he was able to get over the initial fever, Leon’s still struggling with the effects of las plagas. Mainly, he’s become more possessive. Poor Luis has no idea what he’s set you up for when he makes you laugh in front of him.
CONTENT: 18+ mdni!! re4r!leon - whiny sub leon has left the chat btw. pussy eating, thigh-riding. pet names, praise kink; leon uses those big beautiful arms to his advantage. jealousy, possessiveness. also more canon divergence (like really there’s no plot lol).
WC: 1.4k (faith tries to keep a fic under 1k: impossible challenge)
NOTES: originally zombieboy was gonna be a standalone, but a couple people asked for a part two so ofc i gotta deliver! also i love leon’s emo ass haircut, but i was def thinking of the slicked-back mod while writing this. (both of these fics can be read separate or together btw.)
part one
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“—I just didn’t think his joke was that funny, ‘is all.” His voice is gruff against you. A low vibration that has your back arching and your jaw going slack.
“Fuck, Leon, just-just let it go.”
He lets out a disapproving hum and you buck at the sensation. Leon’s hands, which were basically glued to your hips at this point, roughly force your pelvis down.
“What’d I tell you about moving.”
He pulls back from you, raising his face until you meet each other’s eyes. In the dim light, most of his face is hidden in shadows—except for his eyes, and the now-glossy curve of his nose.
The sight alone nearly makes you come.
“It’s not a big deal. Okay? I-I didn’t even—“
He cuts you off by attaching himself back to your mound. Slowly, with an open mouth and a curious tongue, he makes out with your pussy. You remind yourself to breathe the more he explores.
“Might not be a big deal to you, but it is to me,” he growls.
Leon has you caged between him and the crate he laid you out on only moments earlier. He uses his upper body to his advantage: firm hands travel across whatever skin he had freed; large arms keep your thighs locked around his head; and his shoulders took on more weight so that he could hold you down.
With a glance around the room—the only movement you’re allowed, unless you want him to stop entirely—you’re able to see the evidence of your take down.
The door, which led to a sleeping Ashley and Luis just a couple feet beyond, had been tightly shut. Leon had locked the rusted iron hinge, though you didn’t really know how much you could trust it, considering it was a flimsy thing—worn down with age to the point you could likely pluck it straight out of the wood.
Then there were Leon’s gloves—laid neatly out on a smaller crate right next to your crumpled up pants and underwear, still together after having been removed with one determined swoop.
His gloves had been the first to come off. The second he got you alone, he was tugging them off. Your pants had taken a bit longer after that, but certainly not for a lack of Leon trying.
You had tried to resist him. Really. It wasn’t the time or the place to be doing this—doing anything that wasn’t finding a way out of that decrepit basement. You’d told him that too. Reminded him of responsibilities and circumstance.
But as Leon had pointed out, you apparently brought this on yourself.
All because you fucking laughed.
When the four of you had first got to the cellar, it was dark and dank and you had to pretty much feel your way through. Until Luis with his pocket lighter found a few lanterns scattered about. He lit them all, and with a lopsided grin said, “let’s see if this lightens the mood”.
Sure, it was dumb. The kind of dumb you’d normally roll your eyes at or disregard completely.
But you were tired. You’d been on your feet for nearly twelve hours, you were starving and ornery, and you reeked of sweat and damp earth.
So when Luis looked to the rest of you for approval, you couldn’t help but laugh. A genuine, full-bodied laugh.
Perhaps it was because no one else had, or maybe there was already salt in a wound you just didn’t know about. For whatever the reason, when your eyes found Leon’s moments later, you weren’t met with soft relief or the laziness of mutual exhaustion.
Fixed on both you and Luis was an intensity you hadn’t really seen before.
Not during any mission. Not even when Leon lay burning up beneath you.
You hadn’t given it much thought at the time. But now as you lie beneath him—with his tongue prodding your entrance and his nose firm to your clit—that’s all you can think about.
Especially since that intensity returned tenfold, with Leon watching you from his spot between your legs.
Your hips fail you again, flinching on their own accord just because you looked at him.
Immediately you whine, shaking your head as you rush through apologies. Anything so that he could keep keying you higher.
Unfortunately, Leon was quicker than you.
With the back of his hand he wipes at his mouth, spreading your slick all over the faint stubble that had started to grow along his jaw.
“Leon, fuck, I’m sorry.”
Your hips still keep bucking into the air—desperate for whatever friction you can hold onto that will throw you over that ledge. “Leon…”
“Poor baby,” he murmurs. “Bet you wanna come, huh? Bet it would feel so, so good.”
You nod along and you know it’s exaggerated. You know you look as wrecked as you feel.
“Please, please, I wanna come.”
At first, you think (or at least hope) he would put you out of your misery, bury his face back into you and finish what he started. But then he stands up.
He towers over your sprawled-out body, shoulders loose and chest heaving. There’s an orange glow cast over him—it catches the creases of his shirt and the curve of his bicep. Faintly, you also trace the outline of his growing erection.
He looks beautiful. So unbelievably sexy, it’s honestly painful.
Swallowing hard, you sit up on your arms. “Want you,” you purr.
You try batting your eyes and rolling your hips, too. Anything to entice him to go back to what he was doing or to just fuck you already.
Leon’s eyes are dark as they rake over your half-nude body. “Want you in me, Leon. Now. Please.”
His jaw stiffens, and just when you think you’ve broken him, he’s turning away. You scramble to sit up fully. When he turns back to face you, you see that he’s looping his fingers through your underwear.
“Lift your legs.”
You shake your head. “No, no, c’mon—“
Annoyed, Leon hooks an arm beneath your ankles and lifts them for you. Midair, he begins pulling your underwear up your legs.
“Fuck you,” you groan.
“You’re lucky I love that mouth, baby,” Leon mumbles, letting go of the fabric with a snap to your hip.
Leon pauses, taking a second to look down at you and cradle your face with loving hands. “If you want to come you’re gonna have to work for it.” With a forceful knee, he parts your legs and pushes firm into you. “You’re gonna have to do it yourself, pretty girl.”
Dumbfounded, you blink. “You’re joking.”
Leon shrugs, smirking. “Like I said: ride my thigh, or we’re headed back. Take it or leave it.”
For a moment, you feign indecision. It’s entirely for your own ego—to prove to yourself you’re aren’t that desperate.
But Leon—knowing exactly what he’s fucking doing—takes hold of your hips and slowly rocks them against his leg.
It’s horrific, truly, with how unfair he’s being. How much of a fucking tease. Because the movement isn’t much, but it instantly kindles the restless embers in your belly.
Hesitantly, you move your hips; testing out the feeling until it feels right. And, oh, it does.
His thigh is big. Thick, wide muscle; strong against your soft core. It doesn’t take long for you to pick up a rhythm that has sweat beading down your neck.
“Oh.” You let out a gasp when Leon flexes.
Bracing yourself on the edge of the crate, you move your hips higher only to drag them back down. You do that a few more times—over and over, until your underwear is soaked through, clinging to your folds and to the rough material of his pants.
Leon watches on, eyes half-lidded and dopey. “Fuck, look at you. Look at the fucking mess you’re making. My pretty girl.”
You pick up the pace, fully rutting against his thigh until your body starts to shake from the effort.
“You close?” Leon asks. You nod rapidly, eyes screwed shut in concentration.
You feel the pads of Leon’s fingers come back up to your hips then. He matches your speed, helping you along as your breath quickens.
“Doing so good for me, baby. …Promise I’ll fuck you proper when we get home, don’t worry.” Leon’s voice drops, a husky whisper that has you biting down hard on your lip.
“Shit, I’m gonna come.”
“Uh huh. Gonna come on my thigh? Go on, baby, it’s okay.” Leon flexes his thigh once more and your body shudders.
Like lava, warmth spills into your veins. You come with a low moan, all contented and molten. Leon helps you through your orgasm with a steady pace, enough to coax you through the ebb and flow until your hips stop.
Panting, you bury your face in his stomach as you slowly come to. Leon strokes the back of your head, silent but sure.
SUMMARY: As Leon starts to feel the initial effects of las plagas, Luis fills you in on a little secret about the disease that could potentially help out your partner.
CONTENT: 18+, mdni - porn with plot!! this is my version of the classic sex pollen fic; i wouldn’t say this is dub-con cause they both give explicit consent but maybe(?). re4r!leon, him and reader switch, lots of whining and whimpering (cause i say so); unprotected piv (reader rides him), overstimulation, multiple orgasms (it’s a lot), creampie, handjobs, titty-fixation (leon’s obsessed); mutual pining/sex with feelings ofc (they’re down bad for each other fr), love confessions; mentions of some narrative violence; leon is infected with las plagas (and it is not at all canon accurate, but it’s for the plot!), if you’re catching my drift…
WORD COUNT: 3.8k (oops)
NOTES: listen, I’m sure there’s a million fics out there based on this concept, but honestly what’s one more? this idea has literally been plaguing (lol) me for days so here y’all go.
part two
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There was something wrong with Leon.
Like, really, really wrong.
He looked sick. Much paler than he usually was.
His eyes appeared glassy—freakishly so, in a way you’d never really seen before. Lifeless and grey; there but not.
You knew something was off the moment you rescued him and Luis from the dingy basement of that house.
At first, you told yourself it was nothing.
But then, while walking to the safe house, Leon had nearly collapsed. Suddenly he was holding his head, stumbling over his words, blinking aimlessly at his surroundings like he didn’t recognize them.
Then nothing became something.
You ended having to help him walk the rest of the way back to your scouted house. You shouldered the responsibility without question, of course.
He was your partner of nearly six years, ordinarily your closest friend, and in all, someone you loved intensely.
But you were still on edge.
Each snap of a twig sent your head on a swivel. Each time Leon’s boot caught a rogue tree root, you’d choke on your own breath.
Luis would call back to the both of you occasionally. You still weren’t entirely sure if it was an act of sincerity, of checking in, or if he was prodding for an escape.
But really it didn’t matter. Luis was the last of your problems.
Leon was sweating like crazy. It practically poured from his hair line. When you first noticed, you also saw the way his eyes threatened to roll back.
“Hey, hey, hey.” You were quick to tap his cheek. “Hey, don’t do that, okay? You’re gonna hurt yourself.”
Leon’s mangled groan made you wince.
“Just a few more feet. Just a few more feet then you can lie down, okay?”
Part of you expected him to collapse right there.
He didn’t—thankfully—but he was still sweating, he was still pale, and he was starting to look like death.
“Come on, Leon, just a little more,” you mumbled.
Suddenly, the man in question was burying his face into your hair. You felt the bridge of his nose scale the tip of your ear, and the curve of your skull.
“Leon—“
“You smell good. …‘S so unfair.”
You were struggling to hold him up at that point. “Leon, honey—please, work with me here.”
It wasn’t until you were standing on the back porch of the house, that Luis finally decided to help you out.
You had watched, rather helplessly, as Luis carried Leon to the far back room. You didn’t have the heart to follow either of them in. You just sat out on that porch for an hour or so, frozen, with tears in your eyes.
That was last night.
Now, as the dawning sun began to crest over the horizon, you were terrified of what would come next.
“What did they do to him?”
You look to your right, at the slumped over man. Luis had woken up only moments earlier, having yet to rub away the sleep from his eyes.
“¿Cómo?”
You huff. “What’s wrong with him?”
“Ah. Las plagas,” Luis yawns.
“What?”
Luis stands up and stretches. Faintly, you hear the popping of joints. The man then follows your stare to the door in front of you.
Turning back to you, he lets out another yawn. “It’s a…a virus. Some kind of disease that’s meant to make you do whatever they want.”
Just when you’re about to interrogate him further, you hear a loud groan echo from the room. Immediately, you sit up, while Luis shifts nervously on his feet.
When the quiet returns, you clear your throat. “Luis, I need you to be honest with me right now…”
Luis has slunk back to the wall. His eyes narrow on you for a moment before quickly looking away.
“Is Leon going to be okay?”
Luis sniffles. He wipes at his nose while looking down at his feet. “…Eventually, if we get our hands on my cure.”
“But not now,” you confirm.
The man shrugs. “It’s different for everybody. There’s really no telling how he’ll react.”
More noises come from behind the closed door then. One in particular makes your blood run cold.
It’s fairly muffled, but you’re still able to pick up on what sounds like the whine of an injured dog.
Then there’s a bang. A loud, abrupt thud to the door itself.
Your body works faster than your brain, legs carrying you to the door before you could even think twice.
Luis though is closer to the door than you are. Stepping in front of you, he raises his arm to block you. When you step forward anyway, Luis pushes back. “Stay put.”
You almost bite back. Almost.
Of all people, it isn’t Luis’ place to tell you what to fucking do, and it sure as hell isn’t his job to protect you against your partner. But for once, you opt to bite your tongue and listen.
Slowly, Luis pries open the door.
You try to look over his shoulder, but Luis is quick. Quick to slip into the room and close the door. Quick enough to know he should hold onto the doorknob so that you couldn’t open it.
“Luis.” You try the handle again, to no avail.
Still no response.
But you do hear voices.
There’s the melodic, almost spindly voice of Luis. It’s much louder and more pronounced, a little distracting as you try to listen closer. Eventually you hear a hushed tone—Leon’s. His voice is dull, imperceptible even, until it turns into sharp groans.
“Luis!”
The door suddenly pops open, and Luis slips back through before closing it again.
“Luis, what the fuck is going on? You better start talking or I swear—“
The man pushes past you, crossing the small kitchen to the back door.
You stare at him in disbelief and in restraint.
“Luis—“
“Señora, relax.” With an open palm he gestures vaguely to the closed door. “Your boyfriend is going to be alright. He just has the ‘fever’.”
Your mind blanks, tongue preemptively tying itself up in knots. “Boyf—what? No, Leon is not my boyfriend.”
Luis laughs, almost maniacally. “That’s what you’re focused on?” If you weren’t so stunned, you probably would’ve pummelled him into the floorboard.
You roll your shoulders and strain as if it’ll completely reset the conversation. “Luis, what do you mean by ‘fever’? …Is-is Leon going to…”
“Oh, no, no. Not from this, at least.”
Another pained sound echoes. Your fingers twitch at your side.
“So, it’s like the flu? Leon’s just sick?”
Luis shakes his head, and you deflate a little. “The ‘fever’ is just what we call it. Mainly refers to…to the increased body temperature, the…” he abandons the thought with a smirk. “It won’t kill him, but it’ll feel like hell for the next few hours if he doesn’t take care of it.”
You mull over his words carefully. “Okay, so, how do we take care of it then?”
“Love and attention—that’s the only way to fix it.” Luis then steps onto the porch, shooting you one last look over his shoulder. “I’m going to find us all something to eat. I should be back in a few hours.”
And with that he’s gone, off to god-knows-where.
Though, at the moment, that hardly matters. Because with Luis gone, you’re free to look after him.
As softly as you could manage, you knock on the door. “Leon.” Silence. “Leon, are you okay?”
This time, there’s a reply. It comes out choked and sounds a lot like a version of your name.
The door creaks on its hinges as you force it open. Instantly, you’re hit with stale air, and dust, and the harrowing sight of Leon curling in on himself.
“Leon…?”
A mop of mussed-up blonde hair slowly rises from the floor. Through the fallen strands, you find a familiar pair of eyes. In a way, he looked much more alive than he did yesterday. But your relief was only momentary. It didn’t take long to notice the web of black veins mapping out his face.
Leon groans again, flopping forward and on his side.
Despite how sick you felt, you made your way to him anyway. With a careful hand, you reach for his face.
The second the tips of your fingers graze his cheek, Leon flinches. He sits up quickly, backing into the wall, with his eyes closed and his teeth clamped down on his lip.
“Don’t-don’t touch me, please.” Hesitantly, you let your hand fall back into your lap.
You take a moment to regain your composure. “Luis says that you’re gonna be okay. Eventually. Um…apparently this is just—“
“A fever,” Leon mumbles. “Yeah, he told me.”
You nod, mainly to yourself.
At his request, you keep your distance, but you can’t help your wandering eyes.
There’s an arm strewn tightly across his stomach, holding onto his shirt like a lifeline. At his side, his other hand flexes. His knees are bent, pressed close to the rest of him as he continues to shrink in on himself.
You shift uncomfortably.
“Is there anything I can do?” Leon shakes his head. With a frown, you inch toward him. “Leon—“
“Please,” Leon groans your name. “I just need to wait it out. Just-I’ll be okay. Just please leave.”
“You don’t have to do this alone. I’m here for you, okay? Please, Leon, just let me help.”
Whatever you were maybe expecting to come next, it certainly wasn’t the sight before you.
Leon’s limbs unfurl as he tries for a new position to wilt into. And there, right between his splayed legs, you see a pronounced bulge. So stiff, it looks painful.
You don’t notice Leon’s eyes open, or how they find you: frozen, eyes wide and fixed on his erection.
You gape like a fish. “Leon…”
The man in question immediately shakes his head. “I’m sorry. I-I’m so sorry, this…” he looks up to ceiling, blinking and worrying his lip. His chest expands with a shake. “Luis said that…that this was normal. Sort of. That it’s just the virus reacting to me.” He forces a laugh. “Just my luck, right?”
Your thighs press together on their accord, and for the first time since you rescued him, you force yourself to look away. A certain kind of heat has started to creep up your neck.
Here’s your partner confiding in you about the incredible pain he’s experiencing and all you can focus on is the size of him.
You feel horrible. Gross. Perverted.
You then hear Luis words in your head like some sick call-and-response: “love and attention—that’s how you fix it.”
The words, and their premonitory meaning, finally settle within you. They pull on your lungs, and the cavity behind your ribs.
With the sharp press of your nails to your palm, you take a breath and ignore the flutter in the pit of your stomach.
“Leon…” The man sighs again. Carefully, you inch closer to him. “Luis told me how we can make you feel better.”
He grits his teeth. “I know. He told me that, too.”
You swallow hard. “Leon, I…if you want, I can help you.”
He gulps and shakes his head. “I can’t ask that of you.”
“You wouldn’t be,” you say. “I’m offering, Leon. You’re my partner, a-and this is what we do—we help each other.”
Leon sits up a bit more, facing you almost directly. “I can’t ask this of you because this isn’t how I wanted it to go.”
“Well, obviously,” you almost laugh. “This isn’t, you know, an ideal situation—“
“No.”
That single word sends a rush of blood down to your cunt. You try to be subtle when you shift, not wanting to draw attention to yourself.
“When I…when I was going to tell you about how I feel…about you, I wanted it to be—I don’t know—romantic? Definitely not like this.” He chuckles around the words like they’re a loose canon in his mouth. And perhaps they are.
His eyes flicker with something unknown—something wilder and unkempt.
It makes you want to take a risk.
“Leon, I want to help. I wanna make you feel better…” the words die in your throat, but you know he understands. “But I need you to be sure.”
Of this, you mean. Of me.
Leon doesn’t say anything for a moment. Instead he just stares. His eyes trail over your face, they drag down your body, then back up to your mouth. His chest heaves. On his thigh, his hand is balled into a fist, white-knuckling the fabric.
Whatever little composure he had been holding onto unravels then.
“Fuck, —, I need you. I need you more than anything. …And that’s not the disease talking, either. I want you all the time.”
When you touch him, he flinches again. Except this time he doesn’t retreat.
Rather, he melts. He melts and molds and he pushes his cheek into your palm with his eyes screwed shut. He hums, and you feel its vibration throughout every part of you.
It’s a shock to your system that makes you clench around nothing.
You remember then to pace yourself. You both have time.
Moving your hands to his face, you start to inspect him. “Shit, you’re burning up, Leon.”
“Mhm, just—agh—just my love for you.” Another cramp rolls through him, but he manages to still offer a smile. For you.
“I think that might be the disease talking,” you tease before pressing your mouth to his.
Leon immediately whines. Upright on his knees, he leans over you, hands sliding up your bare arms, over your shoulders and settling on the junction of your jaw. He pushes forward with the kiss, nearly knocking you backward.
“Sorry,” he mumbles. He’s sheepish now, all rosy-cheeked and doe-eyed, much like how he was when you first met some years ago. You smile into the kiss, keeping still while he chases your lips.
He’s incessant with it. He’s all tongue and teeth, already panting into you. You let him have his way, until he breaks free and starts to mouth at your pulse.
“Leon,” you sigh. “Leon, stop.”
With a firm hand to his chest, you try to hold him still, to get him to look at you. His bruised lips are wet—spit-covered and plump. He blinks quickly at you, like the refocusing of a camera lens.
“It’s not about me, Leon. This is about you. About making you feel good.”
You sit up to meet him, carding your fingers through his hair. With the new angle, you start your assault on his neck. You don’t really kiss him—moreso just drag your lips against the thick cords of his neck. When you reach the spot just below his ear, he huffs and nearly sinks back to the ground. Ever the observant one, you choose to suck at the skin there.
“Baby—“
His hands—erratic and hot-to-the-touch—grab onto whatever they can. Your shoulders, your waist. It’s as if he can’t makeup his mind. It’s only when you slightly stumble into his lap, when he grabs onto the beltloop of your pants to stabilize you both, does he finally settle. With one hand curving around the meat of your hip, another reaches up beneath the loose fabric of your shirt, until he’s lifting your breast out of the cup of your bra and palming it.
He’s spurred on by your sighs. The sound, which makes his cock twitch, has him further kneading the flesh and kissing the top of your head. Your mouth moves down to his collarbone, exploring, tasting, and learning every inch of his skin.
“Fuck, —.” His breath is hot on your scalp. “Shit, you’re—fuck—you’re something.”
You take the chance then to start working away at his clothes. Nimble fingers make quick work of his shirt, untucking it from his pants and lifting it up and over his head.
Gently, you rake your nails across his skin. You just can’t help but touch him. Everything from the swell of his shoulders and biceps, to the soft lines of muscle along his lower abdomen.
As you move lower, Leon’s grip on your body tightens.
Against your lower stomach, you feel the hard press of his bulge—over and over again. He holds you in place while he searches for friction. Into your shoulder, he groans.
“Fuck, baby. Shit, I’m sorry. I-I needa—“
Climbing onto his lap, you grab his waist and push his hips into yours. “‘S okay. It’s okay, honey, just let go.”
Almost immediately, Leon comes. The whole thing is over quickly, with hardly any recovery time on his part—an effect, you assume, of the ‘fever’.
He stays close to you; grinding and squeezing, panting into the side of your face. “Please, —.”
You lean back as much as Leon’s frenzied hands will let you, until you’re able to snake your hands down to his belt. Once the buckle is undone, you’re tugging down the zipper. Leon lifts his hips for you as you remove his pants and the stained fabric of his boxers. “Leon,” you kiss him again. “Lay down for me, honey.”
He does as you ask—almost embarrassingly fast.
Shuffling down his body, you come face-to-face with his cock. He’s so very hard, leaking and flushed an angry red.
Sitting comfortably on his thighs, you roll your shoulders back and find Leon’s eyes. Instinctively, you reach to slick his hair back off of his forehead. You want to see all of him. Selfishly, you need to see him fall apart. Leon takes your hand in his, lacing your fingers together and mouthing at your knuckles.
“You’re sure about this?”
Leon nods quickly. “Need you. How-however you want, please, just, fuck, please.”
With your other free hand, you stroke his hip—at the indent that runs along his pelvis and down to the tuft of hair trailing to his base.
That’s how you start with him. Experimental.
It doesn’t take long for Leon to start bucking up into your closed fist. You spit, and with a slow, purposeful pump, spread your saliva all over his cock. One particular tug has his head falling back to the floor. The valley of his chest on full display, falling quickly as you continue to work him.
Leon comes again with a low whine. The sound has your head spinning, and slick pooling between your thighs.
While Leon comes to, you quickly discard of whatever clothes you had left on, chucking them to the corner across the room.
“You’re so beautiful,” Leon says wistfully.
Despite having just jerked him off, his words are what turn you shy. Averting your gaze, you focus on lowering yourself back into his lap.
“I mean it.” Leon sits up, hands snaking behind your back. He pulls you to him and mouths at your chest. “You’re gorgeous.”
In a moment of clarity, you grow curious, and press the back of your hand to his forehead.
“You’re still super hot, baby.”
Leon bites at the side of your breast. “I’m glad you think so.”
Your groan isn’t the sexy kind. “That’s not what I meant.”
Between your breasts, Leon looks up at you. “I know. Think I have an idea about what could help though.”
You kiss him deeply. With one hand you tug on his hair, exposing more of himself to you, and with the other you take a hold of his cock and start to drag it between your folds.
Leon whimpers—fucking whimpers—and ducks his head to look down to where your bodies meet.
He steadies himself as he lines up with your entrance. You hold your breath as his head catches against your walls, inch by inch, until he’s fully seated inside you.
Leon shakes beneath you. Knowing, but breathless, you simply give him a nod before you start to move.
With your knees to the floor, bracketing his hips, and his already-convulsing body, you slowly lift your hips, up and forward, then all the way back down until his pelvis is flush against yours.
Your hips roll, over and over, testing the waters—the speed, the angle—until finally, with your back slightly arched, you feel him notch deliciously against the spot inside you that makes your toes curl.
This time you’re the one panting. Breaths that only become more ragged as you chase the feeling.
At that point, Leon was practically apart of you. Combined sweat glued you to each other; the firm grip of his hands nothing more than an aid for your hips, and a lifeline for him.
A tangible, tactile reminder that you weren’t a hallucination. You were very much real, and you were very much there.
There with him, making the prettiest sounds he’s ever fucking heard.
Leon tried to speak—he wanted to. He needed to tell you again just how beautiful you were. How pretty your pussy was, how much he appreciated you, loved you, how he was convinced you were made for him.
But he couldn’t.
The disease had already made his mind a little fuzzy, but you had completely melted it to nothing. All that existed was the feeling of you.
Wrapping both arms around your waist, Leon continued to mouth at your chest. He felt his hips start to move on their own—a little absently, mind you—and you reacted instantly.
You let out a cry, and held on tighter to the broad expanse of Leon’s shoulders. Taking the opportunity, he started to fuck up into you with short, rapid thrusts.
“You feel so-fuck. You’re so good for me. So, so good for me.”
The sound of his thighs meeting your ass, your gasps and his moans, had consumed all of the air in that little cabin.
You were starting to lose control—both of you were—as the coil in your belly wound tighter and tighter. No longer were you focused on maintaining a rhythm. As your legs began to give out, Leon sat you down onto him as far as he could, before lying back down. With you caged to his chest, he planted his feet and began to pistol into you.
“Umphf! Leo-oh, fuck.”
Your jaw had fallen slack against his shoulder, eyes glazing over. Your heart hammered in time with the weeping throb of his cock.
Leon held his open-mouth to the side of your face. “Need you to come for me, baby. Wanna feel you cum on my cock. Please. Please, need to feel you.”
Each plea of his was accentuated with a breathy whine to the shell of your ear—a promise only for you.
That alone was enough to send you over the edge.
The coil had snapped, leaving you to shudder helplessly against him. With your senses completely shot, you weren’t sure when exactly Leon announced his third and final orgasm of the night.
You only knew it happened really when the space between your hips grew wonderfully warm. Leon had slowed to a stop, too—completely spent, and heaving.
Out of the corner of your eye, you watched as the inky veins along his cheek slowly began to lighten. Some of them even had completely disappeared.
You knew deep down he wasn’t cured for good—that was still another bridge you’d have to cross.
Someday, but not right now.
Today, for the first time in a long time, you both were allowed to rest.
This is my second time writing for Leon pls be easy on me :,(
Pairing: (R9!)Leon Kennedy x fem!Reader
Summary: Leon feels so good after Elpis cured him of his disease. He's gonna show you just how good.
Wordcount: 2.1k
Warnings/tags: Porn with little plot, smut, shameless sex, sloppy n wet, filthy smut, unsafe sex, making out, breeding kink, breeding, pussy pronouns, dirty talk, creampies, pet names, whiny!Leon, oral sex, pussy eating, slight aftercare, crying, english is not my first language, not proof read
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You had not expected Leons arrival today, much less did you expect him to show up instantly pouncing on you, and with no disease marks scarring his skin anymore.
In the needy haze of his lips crashing onto yours he muttered a half-assed explaination as to what happened- mentioning some hospital and elpis, whatever the hell that was. But how could you really care if your husband was desperately trying to fuse himself to you like back in your wedding night?
It had been such a long time since you and Leon had sex. Actual, satisfying sex. Due to his disease, he had been in pain, feeling insecure of the marks spreading more and more over his skin every day, and often just fell asleep before you could try anything. Sometimes the DSO whisked him away for weeks on end, leaving you alone with your fingers, though without your husband here you didn't even feel like masturbating.
"God, I missed you, baby" he groaned deeply in his throat, a sound of pure, unadulterated need that vibrated against your lips, his tongue sweeping into your mouth to taste you with a desperation that left you feeling lightheaded.
Your breath hitched into his mouth, his tongue tangling with yours. Your heart was hammering against your ribs as his hand slid down your body and hauled you up against him.
Your hands lifted to his chest to steady yourself and then you felt it, the hard ridge of his cock pressing through his trousers against your clothed pussy, the bulge straining the fabric. You gasped "Leon..." you had almost forgotten the last time he sported a boner like this, as the disease had stolen his stamina and his libido, but now he was hard as a rock and ready to fuck your brains out- it made your pussy gush just thinking about it.
He threw you onto your shared bed and stripped you with frantic pulls that almost ripped the garments apart, his fingers trembling from the sheer amount of desire he felt. He revealed your drenched panties and let out a shaky, needy whine. "Fuck, you're soaked already" his breath puffed hot against your covered pussy, and before you could respond, he licked a broad stripe over your panties.
Your gasp of pleasure was short lived as it turned into one of shock when you heard fabric tearing, Leons teeth sinking into the elastic to bite and rip it off of you. "Leon!" was all you managed to squeak because this- this was so hot.
"Sorry baby, gonna get you new ones" he sighed, burying himself between your legs. "Maybe not, like you better this way" he muttered, his words already slurred as he lost himself in your scent. You were dripping against his face, obscenely so, but how could you help yourself? You had been needy for your husband for months, you didn't even think you would last long like this.
Leon pulled back just enough to admire your cunt, your pussy lips slick and sticky with your arousal, parting to him like a rose that was in desperate need to be devoured.
His thumb found your clit "Look at this needy little clit" he groaned, rubbing you in slow circles. You whined above him, your pussy clenching around nothing. "Fuck, you're leaking even more now, feels that good? Has your pussy missed me this much, baby?" his words felt almost taunting, but his eyes were wide with actual pity.
You only nodded dumbly, your eyes wet with tears threatening to spill over if he didn't fill you up the next second.
His brows lifted softly in pity, kissing the inside of your thigh as an apology "Oh baby, im so sorry. I'll never leave you needy again. Gonna make you feel so good, I promise" he whispered, licking the arousal that had smeared on your thighs, and despite his own desperation, his tongue found your clit and swirled around the sensitive nub, while his fingers slid deep into your drenched hole.
You cried out, your fingers digging into his strong shoulders, your hips bucking upward against his face. You were so wet that every movement created a loud, squelching sound, the friction of his fingers thrusting in and out of you making you mewl.
Leon cursed lowly into your pussy as he felt your swollen, hot walls wrap around his digits, slimy and pulsing in need. He could only imagine how sensitive you must have felt. He looked up at you, his brows furrowed and his nose crinkled in that specific, beautiful way when he was overwhelmed by pleasure and need, his mouth hanging open as he watched you writher under his tongue.
"Please! Please...Leon..." you almost hiccuped, your thighs quivering around his head. You needed him now, right now, you felt like you were dying without him.
He stopped his hips that had unconciously humped the matress below while tasting you "Yes, sweet girl. Give me a second, shhh" he cooed to you as he watched fat tears roll over your rosy cheeks. God, he was about to cry himself, the need in him clawing out of his chest. He didn't made you wait any longer after he practically ripped his own clothes off and gripped your thighs, pulling your pussy flush against his core.
His cock throbbed helplessly against your cunt, and you desperately wriggled against it. He lined himself up with your hole, finally, and buried himself to the hilt with one slow thrust to savor the feeling of your walls opening up to swallow him.
The sensation was overwhelming. You whined so loud your neighbors probably knew Leon was finally back, your back arching as he invaded your pussy with little resitance. Leon let out a loud, guttural moan, his face twisting in a mask of pure ecstasy as he slipped right into your cunt, his veined cock sliding easily inside.
"Fuck...you feel even better than I remember" he whimpered, the sound almost whiny in its desperation. He started to move, and the pace was relentless.
Plap, plap, plap
The sound of his pelvis slamming against your soaking wet folds filled the room, a wet, fleshy slapping that had him groaning, your arousal smearing all over his abdomen. The suction of your pussy dragged him in almost automatically, your cunt so drenched that it drooled onto the sheets.
Leon cursed under his breath as he looked down at himself, your juices splashing up his abs with every plunge, watching where his dick disappeared inside you over and over, your slick coating him in a high, glossy finish. The harder he pounded you, the creamier and whiter your arousal became "God, she's practically sucking me in, creamin' all over me. Needed her man real bad, huh?" he panted with a soft smirk, sweat beading down his chest. He had gotten soft in all the right places, so his pecs jiggled with every thrust. You only whined in response.
As he pumped away like a man gone mad, his thumb found your clit again, grinding into the swollen flesh with a steady, punishing pressure that had your legs shaking. The coil in your belly tightened impossibly further, the dual assault on your body making you see stars. You wrapped your legs around his waist as if on instinct, locking your ankles behind his back, anchoring him to you so he couldn't possibly pull out. It was like all your brain function had been reduced to this, the air in the room so humid it was suffocating you.
Just this simple action of trapping him with your legs had something shortcircut in Leons brain and he leaned forward, his large arms on either side of your head, caging you in, your face gently squished by his biceps.
His mouth was opened in a moan, drooling into your mouth. He looked like he was desperately trying to hold himself back, even when his hips continued to fall into you with a wet plap, over and over. "Shit- baby, if you keep this up, m'gonna cum inside you"
The thought instantly made your pussy flutter violently around him, a clear, physical invitation. You moaned his name, a broken and desperate sound, begging him for more, clawing at his muscular back to keep him pressed to you.
He responded with a resolve-breaking groan, his head falling forward between his shoulders with a disbelieving laugh when he felt your feet dig even harder into the dimples on his back. "You really want to make me a daddy, huh? Should I make you a pretty mommy? Nice 'n swollen with my kid?" he rasped, his damp hair tickling your face.
You nodded throughout his words, desperately so, trying to form a coherent thought "Yes! Yes yes yes, please, Leon- fill me up!" you wailed, like you would face eternal torture if he didn't fill you to the brim right now. You clung to him like a koala, your hands grabbing onto anything they could reach, anchoring themselves into the sweaty dips of his muscles.
"That's it, hold onto me" he panted, his dusted chest sliding against your tits with every thrust, sweat dripping from his brow. "Don't let me go, baby. Gonna hold you tight."
He cradled your head in his arms and lost all control. His rhythmic pace accelerated, his thrusts becoming shorter, faster and more violent, the tip of his cock abusing your cervix. He was fucking you with a desperation that bordered on aggression, your bodies shining with sweat, the smell of sex and musk filling the air. His mouth hung over yours, slack, your tongues lazily tangling as he leaned down to dip it into your mouth, his bottom lip slick with drool.
"Baby...im about to cum. Let me cum inside, yeah? Yes baby, just open up f'me" his voice grew thinner, his cock throbbing heavily in your cunt as his orgasm approached.
You felt your own climax building, a tidal wave of pleasure that started in your core and crashed downward. Your orgasm made you scream from the sheer force of it rocking your body, your pussy spasming and milking Leons cock, not wanting to let go of him. You wailed helplessly in his arms, biting into his shoulder from the overstimulation.
Leons face scrunched up in that beautiful, pained expression of bliss as he felt you cum around him. He let out a loud, unrestrained shout, his body stiffening as he deliverd one final hard thrust, burying himself as deep as humanly possible.
He groaned- a long, shaking sound as he erupted inside you. You could feel the hot, thick ropes of his cum hitting your cervix, filling your womb, bubbling out around his shaft while he softly rocked his hips to keep it where it belonged. He didn't immediately pull away, he stayed buried inside you instead, both of you trying to catch your breath.
Your whole body was buzzing and shivering, even Leons arms were trembling softly, his forhead pressed to yours, his soft lips kissing away some stray tears on your cheeks.
"You were so good for me, such a good girl" he whispered then, gently pulling out of you to not overwhelm you, his cum spilling from your gaping cunt. You hissed as something hot leaked out of you, but your head was still too far up in the clouds for you to care. Both of you should have hit the showers, but you couldn't bring yourself to move. Leon tried his best to clean you up just a little, opening the window so the cool night air would dry off your sweat.
He slipped into the sheets behind you, pulling you close to him by the tummy, his lips quickly finding your neck to kiss. His slow breathing made shivers run over your arms, you just loved hearing him exhale a little heavier.
You snuggled up to him, just now realising that Leon, your Leon was finally home and would stay for a while. You had to fear for his life every mission, but he had made it. That he was miraculously cured was just a bonus. You gently played with his hand where he wore his wedding ring, interlacing your fingers together. "What do you think about a relaxing bath tomorrow, mhm?" he muttered against your shoulder, his middle finger tracing patterns over your exposed belly.
"Bubble bath" you yawned sleepily, softly stretching out in his arms before you settled heavier for sleep. He smiled gently.
"Bubble bath it is"
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ugh i feel like this was super bad and that i could have done better honestly
Like- it's just so out of character for Leon to talk a whole lot, but i really want him to grunt all these filthy things into my ear ughhh how do I make it sound in character
Yeah this is not my best piece, but you guys can have it anyways
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