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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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
summary: to your chagrin, you get partnered with an irritating DSO agent who happens to take an interest in the case you're working on.
cw: nsfw (18+) - mdni!!, smut, re9!leon, fbi!reader, age gap, kissing, vaginal fingering, oral sex, blow job, p in v, spanking, choking, finger sucking, brat taming, praise kink
wc: 10k
a/n: obsession's gotten so bad i started having dreams about him <3
also on ao3!
There’s a man sitting at your desk.
You’d arrived at work a little before 9, steaming cup of coffee in hand and a stack of case files tucked under your arm haphazardly. It was only until you’d heard the curious, hushed whispers that you’d realized your desk was currently taken, occupied by an unfamiliar man clad in a leather jacket.
Were you being relocated? Promoted? Demoted?
A barrage of thoughts flits through your mind as you approach your desk slowly, mentally preparing yourself to give the man a piece of your mind. The man doesn’t even flinch when the case files drop onto your desk loudly, your coffee cup following soon after as you set it down roughly before crossing your arms over your chest.
“Can I help you?”
His head tilts towards you, shaggy hair shifting as his gaze travels over you with interest. You stare back at him blankly, brows furrowing when you take in the scruffy stubble covering his jaw and the weathered look to his skin. He had to be at least twice your age, but even you could admit the man was stupidly handsome. You’re only left with more questions than you started with as you continue to stare at him, feeling bewildered. The flex of his gloved fingers catch in your periphery, distracting you as you glance down to find him piecing together a disassembled gun with practiced ease, the parts set out neatly on your desk.
His voice is gruff when he speaks. “You’re younger than I expected.”
“You… were expecting me?” you ask, irritation seeping into your voice, patience growing thin. “Who the fuck are you?”
The man’s brows raise at your blunt question, fingers still moving deftly, his eyes flickering with mirth.
“You know, the FBI promised me a warm welcome,” he says, the chair swiveling as he turns to face you fully. “Can’t exactly say you’re delivering on that promise.”
“Yeah well, I didn’t make any promises,” you retort, giving him a tight smile, watching as he leans forward, sliding his newly assembled gun back into its holster. “Besides, you still haven’t answered my question.”
He sighs, leaning forward, his arm outstretched as he offers you his hand. “Leon–”
He’s interrupted by the Unit Chief calling out your name. Your eyes narrow when you see the case file in his hands, glancing back at Leon before you leave him, stepping inside the Unit Chief’s office, the door clicking shut behind you.
“We’ve got two new bodies,” he says, handing you the case file. “Unsub’s been crossing jurisdictions and the local police department is… well, concerned to say the least. Think you can handle it?”
You nod, flicking through the pages, nose scrunching when you see the images of the crime scene – each more grisly than the last. Mutilated bodies, blood smeared across the walls, messily carved symbols etched into the wooden door of the victims’ home.
“Seems ritualistic,” you murmur, reading through the reports. You glance up at him, clutching the case file to your chest protectively. “You’re letting me take this alone? I’m flattered.”
“Ah,” the Unit Chief shakes his head, nodding towards Leon. “Not exactly.”
“What?” you scoff, looking at Leon who gives you a smile and waves through the glass. You glare at him, yanking the blinds shut. “The old man?” you hiss, “he’ll only slow me down.”
The Unit Chief sighs, taking a seat in his chair. “That man is Leon Kennedy. DSO. It’s only a precaution. He’s more experienced than any team we could put together and after what happened with Agent Ashcroft, the FBI is trying to be more… mindful.”
“Ashcroft?” you echo, remembering the Rhodes Hill incident. “That’s– that’s because they sent an analyst into the field of all things. She must’ve been terrified. I’m a field agent, I can handle myself.”
“Agent Kennedy took an interest in the case,” he replies, hands clasping together. “If there’s bioterrorism involved, he’ll be useful. If there isn’t, use him as an idea board. The Unit Chief peers up at you, his expression stern. “My decision is final.”
Your jaw works irritatedly before you huff out a heavy breath, nodding reluctantly. “Yes, sir.”
Despite your sour mood and the urge to slam the door shut, you carefully close it, making your way back to Leon. You drag a spare chair towards your desk, sinking down onto it. Leon shakes his head when you offer him the case file.
“I’ve already read it.”
“Huh,” you stare at him, lips pursing while your eyes squint in recognition. “Leon Scott Kennedy,” you drawl, jabbing your finger at him, “you’re the Raccoon City cop. I’ve heard stories about you. Shouldn’t you be…” you gesture to him pointedly, “retired?”
“Ouch,” Leon says, his hand moving to press against his chest as he feigns being hurt. “You really don’t want me here, do you?”
“All I know is that you’re some big-shot DSO agent that I don’t need on my case, Leon,” you shoot back, flipping open the file to read the autopsy reports more thoroughly.
“The first case you’ve ever been in charge of,” Leon muses, his leather gloves creaking softly as he picks up a stray pen, putting it back into its place. “I’m impressed. Not everyone gets to be a lead on a case like this. Then again, you’re pretty good at this kinda thing.”
Was he buttering you up? He had to be. You don’t bother looking up as you mark a few things of interest off on the report.
“Thank you,” you murmur, scrawling a few notes down on a notepad before you pause, head turning to find him watching you carefully. “How did you know that?” you ask, a hint of suspicion in your voice, “we’ve never met before.”
Leon shifts, grunting softly as he tries to get more comfortable in your chair. “I took the liberty of reading your file,” he replies flippantly, his expression darkening as he tries to work the chair’s jammed lever. “Fuckin’ chair… how do you sit in this all day?”
“I don’t sit all day!” you snap, “and you read my file? I don’t care if you have the fucking clearance, you can’t just–”
You’re interrupted by a loud snap, teeth gritting together when you realize he’s pushed the lever too hard – or perhaps, underestimated his own strength – the lever cleanly detached and now clutched in Leon’s gloved hand.
“Sorry ‘bout that,” he murmurs, setting the lever down on your desk, patting it awkwardly. “I’ll buy you a new chair.”
You have half a mind to reach over and strangle him. You even consider doing it, until he grumbles under his breath and shrugs off that jacket of his, your murderous intent forgotten as soon as you catch sight of his thick biceps. With those things, Leon could probably strangle you and have no problem doing it.
The sheer size of him renders you incapable of tearing your gaze away, your stare settled firmly on his shoulders, arms and chest – every part of him unfairly thick and muscular – his skin-tight shirt leaving you barely conscious of the way your throat was beginning to dry up.
Your newly broken chair creaks once more under Leon’s weight, the sound piercing through the haze of your shameless staring. You blink uncertainly, taking another lingering peek at his biceps while he’s too busy trying to get comfortable.
“We’d better get going,” you announce, grabbing the file before standing up abruptly. “The local PD is probably waiting for us.”
“We can take my car,” Leon says as he follows you into the elevator.
“I’m not in the habit of getting into cars with strange men,” you say testily, pressing a button before turning to face him.
“And I’m not in the habit of babysitting FBI agents,” Leon drawls, leaning against the wall of the elevator, his arms crossing over his chest.
The movement makes his shirt stretch tighter if anything, the fabric clinging to his broad forearms stubbornly, his watch glinting softly in the lighting. Your head tilts, eyes narrowing with irritation when you register his insult.
“No one asked you to babysit,” you say, shaking your head. “I have a gun,” you take it out of the holster attached to your hip, pointing it at him, “and I’m smart. I’ll have this case wrapped up in a day or two, so stay the fuck outta my way.”
A smile pulls at his lips, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he lifts his hands in mock-surrender. The amusement in his eyes makes him look a little younger, your heart fluttering with delight for a moment before you tamp it down violently.
When the elevator comes to a stop, Leon takes your bag before you can protest, his gloved fingers brushing yours briefly. You step after him, brows raising with begrudging respect when you see his car. Big-shot DSO agent, your mind supplies as he puts your bag into the backseat, gesturing for you to get in. You sigh heavily, opening your mouth to argue but Leon’s already disappeared inside his car, the engine rumbling to life. Muttering a curse under your breath, you get in his car, pulling the door shut firmly.
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“What do you mean there’s only one room available?”
“What’s there to understand?” Leon asks, dangling the singular key in front of your face. “Rooms are all booked out. They’re celebrating some special harvest festival according to the receptionist.”
“Harvest festival?” you echo, peering up at him. “You gotta be fucking kidding me. That’s like the perfect cover for our unsub.”
“I would help,” he murmurs, nudging your shoulder gently to get you to step aside, “but you wanted me to, what was it?” you roll your eyes when he snaps his fingers, pretending to think. “Ah yes, stay the fuck outta your way.”
You snatch the key hanging from Leon’s finger, ignoring his aggrieved sigh as you push past him and stomp back down the stairs to the reception, ready to demand another room. All the receptionist does is give you an apologetic smile and offer you a discount. You swallow your pride as you trudge back up the stairs, doing your best to avoid Leon’s eyes when you find him leaning beside the room’s door, his brows raising amusedly.
“I don’t want to hear it,” you mutter, slotting the key into the lock.
Leon shrugs non-committally. “I wasn’t going to say anything.”
The door is heavy as you push it open, Leon’s hand moving to keep it open for you as you step inside. You fumble in the darkness for the light switch at the same time Leon does, his strong, calloused fingers brushing over yours. It’s enough to have an unwanted shiver running down your spine, warmth blooming in your chest and a flush settling high on your cheeks despite your stubborn annoyance with him.
“Fuck me.”
You follow his gaze when he swears, taking in the lit room. There’s a shitty couch in one corner, a tiny area with a coffee machine and table, and… a bed.
“Okay,” you say slowly, staring at the one, pitiful bed you had been afforded. “Great! So I think you should go and chew out the receptionist.”
“I’m not doing that,” Leon scoffs, bending down to take off his boots, his gun clattering against the table as he sets it down. “I can take the couch.”
You look back at the couch, brows furrowing. “That’s really nice of you and all, Leon,” you begin, stepping further inside the small room, “but I don’t think you’re exactly going to fit.”
“You care about me or something?” he drawls, looking over at you with a smile as he opens his duffle bag to pull out a towel and a set of clothes.
“Get over yourself. I’m just worried about your…” you gesture towards him vaguely, “potentially geriatric bones.”
Leon chokes on a laugh, his brows shooting up. “Geriatric? I’m 49. My bones are in perfect working order.”
“Right, nevermind. You did break my chair.”
“I did you a favor,” he retorts, slinging the towel around the back of his neck. “It was a hunk of junk.”
“It was in perfect working condition!” you scoff, crossing your arms over your chest.
“Do you always defend inanimate objects with such passion?” Leon muses, stepping closer until he’s only a few inches away, head cocking to the side.
“When they’re close to my heart, yes.”
“A chair is close to your heart?”
You decide to double down. “Yes, Leon.”
“Huh,” he nods slowly, clicking his tongue. “You got attachment issues?”
“Did my file not tell you that?” you smile up at him snarkily.
Leon grins, shaking his head. “I’m afraid I skipped over your psych eval.”
He turns, disappearing into the bathroom. You glare at the door and huff out a sigh, removing your shoes before grabbing the case file and flopping down on the bed tiredly. You flick through the pages absentmindedly, settling on the symbols carved onto the door. You hadn’t seen anything remotely like it before and the database search you’d done earlier in the car had come up empty.
“Fuck,” you mutter under your breath, glancing towards the bathroom.
You’d exhausted all your options save for one. A reluctant groan leaves you as you stand, approaching the bathroom, leaning against the doorframe.
“Hey, Leon?” you call out when you hear the spray of water come to a stop. “I… might have been a little difficult earlier,” your voice sounds strained, “but if you could maybe take another look at the file, then I would… you know, probably appreciate it or whatever.” You swallow, face twisting with discomfort. “Please?”
Leon laughs, the rich, deep sound seeping through the crevices. “Don’t hurt yourself,” he says, sounding entirely too entertained by your attempt to ask him for help. “I’ll take a look for you.”
You frown at the door, jolting when it swings open suddenly. A few wisps of steam escape, and you blink owlishly, finding yourself face-to-face with his bare chest. It’s hard to keep your gaze from wandering over his exposed skin, a light dusting of hair covering his chest coupled with a few scars. A strange, gurgling noise escapes you when he shifts back to grab his towel, his broad, muscled back now visible to you. You sway, moving to grip the doorframe, knees feeling weak.
“You okay?” Leon murmurs, glancing over at you as he ruffles his damp hair, brows furrowing.
“Yes!”
Your voice is shrill, pitching up awkwardly until you clear your throat and give him an equally awkward smile.
“Perfectly fine,” you clarify, this time sounding breathless as you try and fail to not look down, inhaling sharply when you see his defined abdomen and the dark, coarse hair below his navel, disappearing into the waistband of his sweatpants.
“It’s just that you look…” you trail off, fingers itching to reach out and squeeze and touch. Hot. Attractive. Fuckable. Really fucking fuckable for a 49-year-old man. “Like shit,” you settle on, the words tumbling out of you in a strained manner as you force yourself to meet his eyes. “You– you look like shit, Leon.” You pat his shoulder jerkily. “Unfortunately.”
“Right, sure,” he says, his head tilting as he stares down at you, unconvinced. “You really know how to flatter a man.”
“I’m charming like that,” you say, hands clasping behind your back.
Leon hums, and you stare back up at him, gaze flitting away for one moment to get a glimpse of his left hand. No ring. Perfect. You pinch yourself as soon as the thought comes.
“You gonna let me out?”
“What?”
When Leon gestures towards you, you realize you’re still standing in front of him, blocking the way out. You move to the side sheepishly, pushing the case file into his chest quickly before locking yourself in the bathroom.
You let out an embarrassed groan once you’re in the shower, burying your face into your hands. What the fuck was wrong with you? There was no way that all it took was some dorky, attractive, older man to have you feeling out of sorts. A dull ache flares between your thighs at the thought of Leon, fingers sneaking past your folds to rub at your traitorously swollen clit. It doesn’t take much, just the image of his body pressed against yours, his arms wrapped around you, mouth pressed against your ear while he grunts–
You cum with a muffled whine. Scrubbing the rest of your mortification off of your skin with soap, you dry off, slipping into a pair of sleep shorts and a hoodie. You pad out of the bathroom to find Leon sitting at the table – thankfully with a shirt on – a few containers of food littered across its surface while he’s hunched over his laptop.
“Hey,” he greets when he sees you, gaze travelling over you briefly before turning his laptop towards you. “I had a look. Your guy might be part of a cult,” Leon brings up another image, showing it to you, “they’re not the exact same, but similar enough. Might be worth looking into.”
“Cult? That’s fun,” you murmur, dropping into the chair beside him, watching as he runs his hair through his hair. “Thank you for taking a look, and the food.”
His brows raise. “Those might be the most sincere words to come out of you today.”
“Shut up,” you say, although a small smile pulls at your lips.
Dinner is quick as you both make a plan for tomorrow – visit the local PD, check out the crime scene and investigate a few related areas of interest. Leon settles down on the couch soon after, adjusting his pillow a few times before grunting as he tries to get comfortable. You were right, he doesn’t fit. He looks so awfully crammed, knees bent and back hunched at an awkward angle that even you feel bad about it.
“Leon,” you say exasperatedly, “we can both fit on the bed. That can’t be good for your back.”
“This is fine,” he replies stubbornly, shifting onto his back uncomfortably, arm hanging off the edge. “I’ve slept in worse places.”
“I can’t deal with you complaining about your back tomorrow,” you say, gesturing towards the bed. You lay down, squirming to the side to make space. “See? You can have the other side.”
“You sure your boyfriend won’t mind?”
“What?” you ask confusedly, sitting up on your elbows. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”
Leon grunts as he gets to his feet, dropping down onto the bed without further protests. It’s a tight fit, but you both manage, a sliver of space left between your bodies. You stare up at the ceiling, lips pursing, feeling antsy.
“Did you…” you glance over at him, feeling entirely too bold for your own good, “did you ask because you were interested?”
He stares back, brows raising. “Interested in what?”
“In what?” you repeat irritably, “are you seriously playing dumb?”
Leon smiles back at you, shrugging lazily. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Maybe if you clarified what it was you wanted from me–”
“I don’t want anything from you!” you sputter, flushing hot. The bed creaks as you flop onto your side, facing away from him. “You’re old and weird and infuriating and–”
“I feel like you’re avoiding my better qualities.”
“Fuck you.”
“Yeah, I know you want to, baby.”
It’s a miracle your neck doesn’t snap with how fast you turn to look at him.
“May I remind you that this,” you gesture between your bodies wildly, “is a professional relationship?”
“Yeah?” Leon murmurs, raising his brows, “is that why you got off in the shower? Rubbed one out to make yourself feel better ‘bout liking me?” He looks unfazed when your jaw slackens, tapping the wall behind his head. “Thin walls.”
“That is none of your business.” You lean closer, eyes narrowing in an attempt to hide your growing embarrassment. “HR is going to have a fucking field day with you.”
You flop back onto your side, trying to put some distance between you, but there’s such a little space on the bed that you end up half-dangling over the edge. Leon doesn’t say anything, the silence between you thick and stretching on uncomfortably until you sit up, turning to face him.
He stares back at you, the bed creaking softly as he shifts, folding an arm under his head. His shirt stretches tight, thick bicep flexed and the sight is enough to make you lose your last nerve.
Your hand cups his jaw, head dipping to press a kiss to his lips. It’s meant to be quick, fleeting, to get whatever the fuck you have bottled up inside of you. Leon doesn’t seem to agree as he returns your kiss roughly, stubble scratching against your skin, his hand moving to cup the back of your head, blocking your escape.
“Where’re you going?” he murmurs, lips brushing over yours.
“This–” you whine softly when he kisses the underside of your jaw, fingers tightening into his shirt. “This is a bad idea.”
“I happen to be full of those.”
“You’re so fucking corny,” you groan, mouth dropping open as he trails kisses along your jaw lazily.
His lips are soft, calloused fingers massaging your scalp whilst an arm slides around your waist to pull you into his side. Another whine escapes you, head tipping towards him as his hand wanders under the hem of your hoodie, hot skin drifting over your waist and higher, his thumb grazing the curve of your breast.
“And you’re a fucking brat,” Leon says, watching your expressions closely as you whine and pant, pulling him towards you for another kiss, arms wrapping around his neck tightly.
He groans into your mouth, lips slotting over yours feverishly, his hand squeezing at the back of your neck. You squirm, throwing your leg over his hip, mewling when he licks into your mouth. Leon’s a good kisser, you think dazedly as his tongue strokes against yours in a filthy motion that has heat blistering in your stomach. His hand moves, circling around the front of your throat, squeezing gently.
You blink up at him hazily when he pulls away, lips slick with spit and pupils blown out. A smile spreads across your lips as you arch into him, hands sliding up over his strong forearm, fingers wrapping around his wrist.
“You can squeeze harder,” you whisper, pressing his fingers into your skin harder, gasping when he grants your request, eyes rolling back as the pressure around your throat constricts.
“That’s a little fucked up, baby,” Leon breathes out, watching as you writhe and suck in a ragged breath, his brows furrowing.
His brows raise when you glare at him, leaning over you to let his nose nudge against yours, kissing you gently before he tightens his grip a little more, drawing out a choked noise from you. There’s a heady fog settling over your mind the more he keeps you from barely breathing, something slow and syrupy creeping into the crevices of your brain as he presses a kiss to your cheek. He’s letting go before long though, brushing the pad of his thumb over your lips roughly.
“I can handle it,” you mumble hoarsely, head tipping as he massages your throat, huffing out a breath when he laughs against your cheek.
“Yeah?” Leon rasps, his gaze darkening when you suck his thumb into your mouth, tongue swirling around the digit needily, head lifting as you feign bobbing your head. “What, you want me to put you in your place or something? Is that what you need?”
The idea is appealing. You’ve been strung tight for months, between work and the never-ending cases that were stacking up on your desk, you hadn’t exactly gotten much time to yourself, to wind-down from the constant wear and tear brought about by the commitments demanded from you by the FBI.
“Maybe,” you say slowly, looking away. “I don’t know. I guess I just want some… attention or whatever.”
“From me?” Leon says, his fingers sliding over your jaw to guide your gaze back to him. “Your way of asking for attention is acting bratty?”
“I don’t know!” you sputter, pushing at his chest, feeling shy.
“Oh, that’s cute,” he coos, smiling down at you. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll give you all the attention you fuckin’ need.”
You squeak when he moves suddenly, sitting up before he’s dragging you towards him, maneuvering you until you're bent over his lap. A whimper is punched out of you when he squeezes the fat of your ass through your shorts, lashes fluttering when each consecutive grope grows rougher until it stings lightly.
“Guess if you’re into choking, you should be into something like this,” Leon murmurs thoughtfully, squeezing your ass greedily. “‘s been a while since I’ve done this with someone.”
“Since you’ve– ah– groped someone?” you ask, hips wiggling when his touches disappear, ass lifting involuntarily to chase after his touch.
“Kissed, touched,” he sucks in a sharp breath, “groped… fucked.”
You glance at him over your shoulder, brows raising curiously. “Can you still get it up?”
A sharp yelp escapes you when his hand comes down on your ass, hard and punishing. It stings, the pain spreading out over your ass unforgivingly. You try and glare at him but his hand is coming down again, landing another heavy spank to your other ass cheek.
“It was just a question!” you protest, squeaking when he spanks you again and again, eyes squeezing shut as the red-hot pain spreads over your ass, the ache in your pussy beginning to burrow deeper.
“I know,” Leon murmurs, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your shorts. “Do you want me to stop?”
You pout into the sheets, voice quiet. “No.”
He huffs out a soft laugh, tapping your hip. You lift them, letting him tug your shorts down, mewling softly when he squeezes your ass, his fingers dipping past your panties, stretching them before letting them snap back against your skin.
“Cute panties,” he says, his hand rubbing over your stinging ass, fingers sneaking between your thighs, brushing over the drenched, ruined fabric. “Too bad you’ve made them all messy, baby. So fucking wet for me. You like my hand on your ass?”
“Yes,” you grumble, glaring at the wall. “Stop asking stupid questions, you jerk.”
You jolt when he spanks you, letting out an agitated breath when his hand palms over ass before coming down again in several repeated motions. A whimper escapes you when pleasure bleeds through your body, teeth sinking into your lower lip when the pace of Leon’s slaps quicken. It hurts but feels so good all the same, your thighs trying to squeeze together with how uncomfortably wet your pussy is becoming.
“Don’t– fuck! Don’t stop,” you mewl, arching your back, tears prickling at your eyes. “Leon– please ah–”
“Please?” Leon echoes, “look at that, you’re back to being polite. Good fuckin’ girl.”
You whine in agreement, nodding dazedly as you look back at him, unfocused eyes finding his lopsided smile, heart fluttering in your chest. You reach back for him, hand fighting his shirt, lips parting, eyes slipping shut when he leans towards you, head dropping to kiss you deeply, his fingers squeezing at your ass gently.
“You gonna stop being a brat? Hm? You wanna be my good girl, baby?” Leon rasps against your lips, stealing another soft kiss, his hands still palming at the blistering flesh of your ass, squeezing every now and again to force a pitiful whine out of you. He clicks his tongue when you slur, nose nudging against yours gently. “I asked you a question, sweetheart. Use your words for me.”
“Yes,” you manage out, pushing your ass back into his greedy, awaiting palm, a few stray tears dripping down your cheeks. “‘m gonna be– nghh– ‘m gonna be your good girl, Leon.”
“Yeah?” he breathes out, voice sounding rough as his thumb strokes over your cheek, wiping away the tears. “My sweet, pretty girl.”
“It– it hurts,” you babble, jerking in his lap when he rains an unsuspecting slap down onto your ass, teary eyes rolling back when his fingers slip between your thighs suddenly, rubbing at your swollen, aching clit through the dampened fabric of your panties. “Leon– ah fuck!”
“I know it does,” he soothes, pressing harder against your clit until your legs kick up, “but you asked for this, baby. Remember? You came up to me all pretty and said you wanted attention.”
“Stop being mean,” you hiccup, leaning into his palm when he offers it to you, nuzzling into the warm, rough skin.
“Mean?” Leon whispers, “‘m taking care of you, sweetheart.” He hums as he wipes away the saliva beading at the corner of your mouth, spreading it over your lips before his thumb presses down more firmly, a grunt of satisfaction leaving him when your lips part obediently. “There you go,” he breathes out, “suck on my thumb while I play with this needy, little pussy, baby.”
You whine, fingers clinging to his wrist as you suck lazily, tongue swirling around his thumb. His fingers rub against your wet panties, drawing out a soft mewl from you as he pets your clothed pussy.
“You can take them off,” you mumble around his thumb, biting gently before sucking again, happy to have your mouth occupied. “Want you to touch me.”
“I kinda like ‘em on,” Leon murmurs, his fingers grabbing at your thighs before they move, slipping past the waistband. “Besides, I can touch you like this.”
Your eyes flutter shut when his fingers glide through your sticky, puffy folds, breath hitching while Leon groans when he feels your wet pussy. His fingers are thicker than yours, slipping over the soft skin before the calloused pads find your clit. Your thighs twitch, toes curling when he starts to rub your clit using slow, measured circles.
“Is this how you do it?” he asks, leaning down to kiss your cheek. “Did you play with your clit til you came in the shower?”
“Mhm,” you nod, peering up at him, lashes fluttering. You lap at his thumb, tongue flicking against the tip playfully, letting him watch.
“Fuck,” Leon rumbles, his thumb brushing over your bottom teeth before rubbing against your tongue. “So fuckin’ gorgeous, sweetheart. Look at you.”
You smile, lips wrapping back around his thumb soon after, eyes rolling back when his fingers leave your clit to play with your fluttering hole. A long whine leaves you when he circles your hole teasingly, the tip of a finger pressing in briefly before he draws them back out to rub at your clit.
“Put ‘em in,” you mewl, hips beginning to roll against his hand, one of your hands squirming underneath you to try and move his wrist. “Leon,” you grumble, pulling his thumb out of your mouth when he tries to press against your tongue again. “Put ‘em in.”
“What happened to being polite?” he muses, dipping his finger in again and then pulling it out.
“If you put ‘em in, I’ll be polite,” you reply, blinking up at him sweetly, a smug smile on your face.
Leon laughs, watching as your mouth drops open when he finally inches one finger inside of your clenching pussy, beginning to slowly fuck it in and out of you.
“Go on then,” he coaxes, “beg all pretty for me, sweetheart. Tell me what you want.”
“P– nghh– please fuck me with your fingers,” you whimper, fingers moving to rub at your throbbing clit. “Please, Leon? Want– fuck– want another finger.”
He doesn’t make you beg any further, sinking another finger into you. You shove your face into the sheets, hips wiggling back to meet the thrust of his fingers, your fingers quickening their pace against your clit.
“Taking me so good,” Leon murmurs, using his other hand to spread you open. You flush, feeling entirely too exposed as he stares down at your pussy stretching around his fingers. “Pretty fuckin’ pussy just sucking my fingers in.”
Your walls flutter around his fingers at that, hand reaching out for him blindly, fingers managing to curl into his shirt. You yank him down, mumbling something incoherent around his lips before dragging him down further, lips pressing against his. You moan into his mouth when he starts thrusting his fingers in and out of you harder, curling them just right.
“Leon,” you pant against his mouth, biting his lower lip before tugging it. Leon groans, his fingers scissoring before you moan again, lapping at his lips. His eyes roll back when your lips find his neck, head tipping to bare more of it to you until you manage to move, crawling up onto his lap, his fingers slipping out of you momentarily.
His back hits the bed when you push at his chest, his fingers finding your pussy again, thumb rubbing at your clit while his fingers sink back inside. You shove your face into the crook of his neck, breathing him in with a mewl, pawing at his firm chest as you let your hips drop, fucking yourself on his fingers.
“You gonna do that on my cock?” Leon moans, his fingers tangling in your hair when you kiss his neck feverishly, teeth scraping against his throat, the action enough to draw a hoarse growl from him. “Gonna ride my cock like you’re riding my fingers, gorgeous?”
“Yeah,” you murmur against his neck, latching onto his skin and sucking, all with the intent of leaving a mark of your own, like he had done on your ass. “Wanna– ahhh– wanna ride your cock, Leon.”
“Fuck,” he mutters, an arm clamping around your waist to hold you flush against him, his thumb pressing against your clit harder, the lewd noises of your pussy growing louder with every snap of his wrist. “You’re gonna drive me fucking insane.”
You smile against his throat, kissing the underside of his jaw when his throat bobs uncertainly.
“We haven’t even fucked yet,” you whisper, fingers slipping into his hair, pulling at the strands to make him expose his neck further, drawing out a pretty whine from his lips. “Think you can handle me?”
Your smile fades when his fingers pull out of you suddenly, a sharp yelp leaving you when he grabs your hips and manhandles you onto your stomach, the fabric of your panties tearing loudly as he rips them off of you and pulls your ass into the air.
“Those were comfy!” you protest, glaring at him. “Leon?” you jolt when he slaps your ass hard, pulling your asscheeks apart. “Leon, wait– ah fuck!”
You squeal when he buries his face between your thighs, lurching forward unsteadily on your knees, hands grabbing out for the pillows. He’s ruthless, tongue gliding through your warm folds, drinking down your slick with a rough growl, his hands squeezing at your hips, tugging you back onto his mouth when you try and squirm away. The stubble on his cheeks and jaw isn’t helping, scratching against your skin deliciously as he nips and spits onto your cunt.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” he snaps lowly, biting punishingly into your thigh when you try kicking at his chest. “Huh?”
“I didn’t–” your leg jerks when Leon bites the back of your thigh, fingers curling into the pillows tightly when he bites the fat of your ass soon after, tongue laving over the bite.
“You didn’t what?” Leon asks, thumb finding your swollen bud, his tongue drifting over the inner crease of your thigh, barely shy of your aching pussy. “You didn’t mean it, is that it, baby?” he drawls, wet fingers rubbing over your pussy.
“Yes!” you choke out, hand slapping against the pillow when he sucks your clit into his mouth lazily, his nose pressing into your pussy, rough hands massaging your ass. “I– nghhhh– I didn’t mean it, Leon.”
“Oh, I think you did,” he sighs heavily, feigning disappointment. He clicks his tongue condescendingly. “I thought you were being my sweet girl, but turns out you’ve just got one hell of a mean streak. Just can’t help being a bit bratty, can you, pretty baby?”
“I’m not a brat,” you wail, shoving your face into the pillows the same time he presses his face into your pussy.
You don’t think anyone’s touched you like this before, let alone used their mouth like this. Leon’s strong, his hands clamping down onto you to keep you in place as he flicks his tongue over your clit, teeth scraping over the sensitive bud. You drool messily, whimpering and whining as he laps at your cunt, his tongue prodding against your hole.
“Oh fuck,” you whisper, glancing behind you, eyes wide to find Leon looking at you hungrily, his gaze dark and feral. You swallow nervously, thighs twitching when he kisses the curve of your ass. “Leon, Leon– oh fuck!”
A squeal escapes you when he presses his tongue into your clenching cunt, eyes squeezing shut so tightly that you feel dizzy, hips pressing back needily to meet the movements of his tongue. He fucks it into you, head tilting as he holds you against his mouth, a hand moving under your hoodie to stroke over the length of your back.
You arch, mewling, hips swaying dazedly as he caresses your pussy with his tongue. A soft, ragged moan leaves you when his mouth moves, returning to your clit, toes curling when he presses his fingers back into you.
“You sound so pretty falling apart on my tongue,” Leon murmurs, rubbing his tongue over your clit with a groan, his fingers crooking inside of you. “You gonna cum, baby? Pretty pussy’s clenching around my fingers.”
“Nghhh–” you slur into the pillows, trying and failing to keep your eyes open, your lids drooping shut when his fingers press against that spot inside of you, his fingers rubbing over it with just the right amount of pressure.
His stubble brushes against the backs of your thighs, lips soft as he trails hot kisses all over your skin. Your hips jerk when he fucks his fingers into you harder and faster, the pressure in your lower stomach growing greater. When his mouth latches back onto you, you moan loudly, knees beginning to buckle.
“Fuck! ‘m gonna cum– ‘m gonna fucking cum, Leon,” you whine, hugging the pillow to your chest, a sharp breath of air leaving you.
“Cum then, sweetheart,” he whispers, “be a good girl and cum for me.”
You cry out when he sucks harder on your clit, his face pressing harder into you, nose buried into your pussy. Leon groans loudly, the vibration shooting up through you, making your pussy clench around his fingers tightly. Your body trembles, knees giving out finally when his tongue flicks at your clit, another moan tearing its way out of your throat as you cum.
“That’s it,” Leon snarls, managing to hold you up despite your arms feeling rubber. “Cum just like that. Good girl. Good fuckin’ girl.”
You whimper, still twitching as he laps at your cunt gently, tongue sweeping over your folds as he slurps down your slick, his thumb rubbing against your clit to draw out the final waves of your orgasm while his fingers slow their pace inside of you before pulling out completely.
Leon’s body is hot when he hovers above you, his hands brushing away the sweaty hair clinging to your skin, head dipping to press soft kisses to your cheek, his stubble oddly soothing as it rubs along your skin.
“You okay?” he asks softly, hands drifting down over your back, squeezing your waist soothingly, hands petting at your still reddened and slightly bruised ass. “I guess I’ve been a little pent up.”
“A little?” you murmur, fingers sliding into his hair when he kisses your neck. “I think you’re more than a little pent up, Leon.”
He grunts in agreement, dropping another kiss to your neck before laying down on his back, letting out a heavy breath.
“I haven’t exactly had time to relax,” he sighs, “too many fucking responsibilities ever since Raccoon City.”
You hum, sitting up, arms still a little wobbly. Leon watches you, his eyes tracking your every movement. You smile at him, eyes twinkling, fingers hooking into the hem of your hoodie before you pull it up over your head, tossing it to the side. He sucks in a sharp breath when he sees your breasts, hand reaching out before he pauses mid-reach. You take his hand, pulling it toward your breast, smile growing wider when he squeezes.
“Are my tits helping you relax?” you ask innocently, hands landing on his chest as you swing a leg over his hip, straddling him.
“Guess so,” Leon says, his other hand joining the fray, squeezing your untouched breast. “Pretty fuckin’ tits, sweetheart.”
Your eyes flutter shut as you let him play with your tits, distracted momentarily by the way his fingers move – pinching and tugging, thumb sweeping over your hardened nipples. It’s when you shift on his lap that you become aware of how hard his cock is, hips rolling against the clothed length.
“To answer your question,” he murmurs, tracing the curve of your breast, gently cupping one in his hand, thumb stroking over the soft flesh. “I can, in fact, still get it up.”
You snort, unable to stop the laugh that bubbles out of you. Leon grins back, his head tilting as he peers up at you, hands sliding down over your sides to grab your waist.
“I didn’t doubt you for a second,” you breathe out, voice laced with amusement, your hands beginning to pull at his shirt. He helps you, lifting his arms so that you’re able to pull it up over his head easily. “You do look pretty good for a 49-year-old.”
You lean forward, kissing him gently before you trail kisses down his neck and over his chest, lips brushing over his thick pecs. Leon sighs, his eyes slipping shut, a hand cupping the back of your head as you continue to lay his skin with kisses. You kiss his scars tentatively, squirming lower to kiss his abdomen, tongue darting out to trace the defined ridges of his abdomen.
“You tryna make me cum?” Leon rasps, half-lidded eyes watching you as you bite at his side playfully.
“That is a priority, yes,” you say, following the trail of coarse hair that lies under his navel and the thick bulge laying further down.
His hands in your hair tighten when you nuzzle into his sweatpants, nose brushing against the fabric. When you breathe in, you can smell him, all heady and musky and arousal is seeping into your bones once more, mouth sucking at his clothed cock.
“As much fuck– I would like that,” he grumbles, hips bucking when you mouth at him again, spit dampening his sweatpants, “I’ll cum if you put your mouth on me, baby.”
“Just one suck,” you mumble stubbornly, pulling his sweatpants and boxers down.
Your eyes widen when his cock bobs heavily, struggling with its own weight. You swallow, blinking dazedly as you take in the length and the thickness and the heavy balls that sit underneath. The tip is flushed angrily, darkened and dripping with globs of pre-cum that don’t seem to stop, his cock twitching when you lean towards it slowly.
“It’s big,” you whisper, glancing up at Leon before your eyes find his cock again, pussy beginning to throb as you imagine the stretch. “Really fucking big. You’re– you’re that hard for me?”
Leon grunts, his hand wrapping around his cock, giving it a quick pump. “Yeah, just for you, sweet girl.” He pumps it again, holding his cock towards you. “You said you wanted a taste, go ‘head, pretty baby.”
You don’t need any further invitation, licking your lips hungrily, tongue lolling out. You drag your tongue along the hot length of his cock, feeling the smooth skin and saltiness of his pre-cum. Leon groans, his hips bucking again, another glob of pre-cum dribbling out. You lean forward just in time, catching it on your tongue before your lips wrap around his thick cock.
“Fuck– fuck, baby,” Leon moans, twitching underneath you as you bob your head, beginning to suck. “Your mouth– hah– fuckkk.”
You peer up at him, eyes glittering as you let your tongue swirl around the head before you pull off, pressing a wet, sticky kiss to the tip of his cock.
“Don’t do that,” he mutters hoarsely, shaking his head, “don’t fucking kiss my cock like you’re fucking in love with it.”
You do it again, brows raising when his cock twitches, looking over to find his hand clenched into the sheets, knuckles nearly white.
“I think you like it,” you tease, moving to wrap your hand around his cock, stroking it slowly. “And… I think your cock likes it too.”
“Fuck me,” he growls, head tipping back when you take his cock back into your mouth, sucking and slurping lewdly. He groans and grunts through it, eyes peeling open to watch you swallow around his cock, your pupils blown wide with lust.
When his head lolls to the side, you take your chance, head dipping before he can stop you to suck one of his balls into your mouth. He tastes so dizzyingly nice, spit beginning to leak from the corners of your mouth. Leon’s cock kicks and you land one last kiss to the tip before he’s pulling you up towards him, muffling your whine with a messy kiss.
“Wanna ride it,” you mumble against his lips, worming closer, breasts squishing up against his firm chest.
Leon doesn’t answer, too busy tipping your head up by your chin to kiss you again, stealing your breath. You paw at his chest, fingers finally latching onto his thick biceps. Squeezing, you moan into his mouth when his tongue strokes against yours, arms wrapping around his neck as he pulls back up onto his lap.
Your hips roll, bare pussy gliding along the length of his cock, the tip catching on your newly swollen clit, making you twitch. He refuses to let up with the kisses, groaning into your mouth when you pull at his hair, feverishly swallowing up every little noise that bleeds from your throat.
“Yeah?” he breathes out finally, head tipping back for a moment as he catches his breath, calloused hands squeezing at your hips. “You wanna bounce on it? Hm? This needy pussy of yours need a fat cock to keep it happy, baby?”
“Mhm,” you nod, biting your lip, arousal blistering over your skin, lust beginning to cloud your thoughts once more. You press closer, lips brushing against his ear as though telling him a secret. “It needs your fat cock, Leon.”
“C’mere,” he mutters roughly, moving you up onto your knees, hand grasping the base of his cock to hold it steady for you. “Sink down on it, sweetheart.”
You shift, lowering yourself slowly, letting out a muffled gasp when you start to take his cock, the head of it already beginning to stretch out your pussy as it bullies its way past your entrance.
“‘s just so fucking thick,” you moan softly, peering up at him.
Leon hums, his thumb stroking over your lower lip while his other hand strokes over your hip soothingly.
“You got it, baby,” he smiles, dropping a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “You took my fingers and my mouth so fucking good. Only got a few inches left, yeah?”
Your brows furrow as you bite your lip harder, gasping when you finally take all of him, pussy fluttering around his cock wildly in an attempt to adjust to his sheer size. You feel so full, so much so that you think you can feel him in your stomach.
“Good fuckin’ girl,” Leon whispers, his arms wrapping around your waist as he leans against the headboard of the bed. “Take what you need from me, sweetheart. ‘s all yours.”
“Leon,” you mewl, dragging out the syllables of his name, whimpering against his mouth when he kisses your cheek. “I… I can’t,” you say, flushing hot, “it’s too big, I don’t–”
“Good girls don’t give up,” he breathes out, hands moving to squeeze at your waist, “not to mention you were so headstrong earlier. Where’s that attitude now, baby?”
“You fucked it outta me,” you retort poutily, shoving your face into the crook of his neck.
“And to think you said I was old and weird– shit, baby–”
You relish in the loud, guttural groan he lets out when the walls of your pussy squeeze around him. Nuzzling closer, you kiss the spot under his ear before your hips move, rocking and rolling in a lazy rhythm as you get used to his size.
“I’m not giving up,” you murmur, glancing up at him as he watches you, head tipping back when his hand moves up over your breasts, slipping between them to wrap around your throat.
“Atta girl.”
Leon squeezes and you moan, grabbing his wrist as your knees dig into the bedding, hips beginning to rise and fall. He pulls you into a sloppy kiss, growling into your mouth, panting as his tongue slips over yours messily, his thumb prying your mouth open. You pant, tongue lolling out as you ride his cock, the bed creaking from your motions as you fuck yourself on his cock needily.
“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” Leon rasps, watching you with dark eyes, his hair messy and hanging over one side of his face. “So fuckin’ gorgeous, sweetheart.”
You smile at him dopily, breath slowing when his hand tightens, starting to cut off your intake of oxygen. His nose nudges against yours, breath hot as he kisses you, lips working against yours eagerly until his grip loosens, letting you suck in a breath.
“You trust me that much?” Leon asks, smiling back at you with a feral look in his eyes when your hand wraps around his throat. “You think that’s a good idea, sweetheart? You wanna choke me out while you ride my cock?”
“Oh, you can take it,” you whisper, tightening your grip. Your movements don’t slow, thighs smacking against his as you bounce on his lap, your hand landing on his shoulder for leverage as you drop yourself down on his cock harder, setting a firmer rhythm. “Heard you– ahh– kicked ass back at Rhodes Hill.”
He grins, eyes glinting, a ragged noise leaving him when you pant into his mouth, licking at his lips.
“Yeah, I still hah– got it,” Leon muses, hands squeezing at your ass.
Your brows furrow when his grip tightens, a moan punched out of you when he grips your hips starting to lift you, using you as he fucks you on his cock.
“That’s it,” he drawls, controlling the rhythm and you, his forehead pressing against yours as he jerks you up and down his thick, throbbing cock. “Take my fat fuckin’ cock, baby. Cute, little pussy’s just swallowing me up.”
You whimper, hand sliding to cup the nape of his neck, your bodies moving together as his cock carves its way through your pussy, nestling against that spot before it glides out and drives back in. His chest is pressed against yours, firm muscle pressed against your soft breasts, the coarse thatch of hair at the base of his cock rubbing along your clit.
“Harder,” you whisper, eyes finding his, hips starting to sway back to meet his thrusts when he plants his feet into the bed, knees bending as he fucks his cock up into you. “Want it– nghh– harder, Leon.”
“That might strain my joints, baby,” he says softly, smiling up at you when you huff out an annoyed breath. “What? You were concerned about my bones.”
“Fuck your bones,” you groan, pushing at his chest, squirming off of his lap onto your hands and knees, ass swaying up into the air. You look back at him over your shoulder, hand worming between your thighs to spread yourself open for him, wet, dripping pussy all on display for him. “‘m so empty,” you whisper, voice lilting. “Fill me up?” You bat your lashes, “please?”
Leon mutters a low curse, his chest heaving as he rises up onto his knees, using your ankle to pull you toward him, his hand stroking his cock with uneven motions, knuckles tightening when he sees the slick webbing between your puffy folds and clinging to your thighs.
You’re half-expecting some witty remark, but all Leon does is brush a rough kiss to your shoulder, grunting into your ear before he’s notching the head of his cock against your aching pussy and driving his cock into you.
“Too– fuck! Too fast!” you squeal when he starts thrusting hard and fast, the bed beginning to rock with every snap of his hips.
“But you said you were empty,” Leon rumbles into your ear, “‘m just filling up this needy, pretty fucking cunt for you, sweetheart. So stop squirming,” his hand clamps down on your hips, “and fucking take it.”
You wail into the room, thrashing under him when his hips smack into your ass, balls slapping against your throbbing clit, the lewd noises echoing through the small space. He draws moan after moan out of you, his cock pounding into your pussy unforgivingly. You think you can feel it in your throat, his fat cock sliding through your gripping, fluttering walls.
Leon’s body is draping over your back, his mouth settling right next to your ear as he grunts and groans. Your toes curl, back arching when he pushes down on the small of your back, his breathing ragged as he grinds his impossibly thick cock into you.
“Fuck,” you mewl, spying his flexed bicep near your head, drool pooling into your mouth. Your head tilts as the muscle bulges, all inhibitions lost when you follow the line of his arm to stare hazily at his veiny forearm. You lean towards his bicep, teeth sinking into the thick muscle with a moan.
Leon’s breath hitches, his hips stuttering for a moment when he realizes you’ve bit him before his thrusts start up again, his hot, heavy cock pounding back into your needy pussy. You lick his bicep, tongue laving over his warm skin, eyes rolling back when his arm moves, wrapping around your throat, his bicep pressed up against the side of your neck.
“You keep– fuck– staring at my arms, sweetheart,” Leon rasps, grinning against your cheek when you let out a choked moan, his breath cut off by a low moan of his own. “Is this what you need? A strong arm wrapped around your throat, fat cock pounding into your needy cunt and sweet, little kisses?” He punctuates his question by kissing your temple.
“I– nghhh– need you,” you whine, feeling dazed as he drops his weight onto you a little more, enough so that you can feel every inch of him against your back.
You can’t really do anything but take it, his skin slapping against yours and breath rough in your ear. When his fingers move, finding your clit to rub the swollen bud, you whimper, clutching the sheets, nails raking against the fabric as the string of pleasure draws tighter.
“‘m gonna cum,” you say hoarsely, cunt clenching around his cock desperately. “Leon– Leon, Leon, Leon!”
“‘m right here, baby,” Leon whispers, kissing your cheek, “taking my cock so well. Doing so– fuck– good for me, yeah? Cum whenever you want, sweet girl, I’ve got you.”
Your body jerks when his fingers rub against your clit faster, a ragged scream erupting from you as you cum violently. Leon swears, his grip on you faltering, the arm on your throat drawing away as you twitch on his cock, grasping at the sheets, at the pillows until Leon offers you his hand.
Your fingers lace together with his and you squeeze tightly, gasping uncontrollably until his mouth finds yours, capturing your lips in a kiss. You whimper into his mouth, knees weak and thighs tired, your death-grip on his hand loosening when he soothes you with soft kisses. Your pussy clenches and Leon groans into your mouth, his hips jerking forward unevenly.
“‘m gonna cum too, pretty baby,” he grunts, fingers pushing at your ass gently, hips beginning to pull away. “Greedy, little pussy’s clenching around me too tight, I can’t–”
“Inside,” you mumble, letting your hips sway back tiredly, trying to swallow down the length of his cock. “Cum inside.”
“That’s– shittt– a bad idea, baby,” Leon groans, his head dropping forward to rest against your shoulder as his hips rock into you, pace stuttering.
You can feel his cock throb and twitch, a soft mewl escaping you. “You said you were full of bad ideas.”
Leon lets out a startled laugh, his breath coming out in short, choppy bursts. “I did– hahhh– I did say that. Take my cum then, sweetheart, gonna flood this perfect fuckin’ cunt with cum.”
He grips your hips, thrusting forward with a hard drive of his cock. Leon swears under his breath, his hips jerking into your ass as he cums, cock kicking and throbbing as hot, thick cum floods your pussy.
You let out a contented noise when he moans into your ear, low and guttural, the sound making you feel warm. His softening cock slips out after a few moments and Leon pulls himself away from you, the bed protesting under the weight of you both. You curl up into his side, head dropping over his chest, eyes drooping when you feel the steady beat of his heart.
Leon’s hand settles on your head, stroking over your hair lazily as he pants, chest rising and falling.
“Do you feel relaxed?” you murmur, peering up at him with a sleepy smile.
“I feel fucked out,” Leon mutters, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheek, rubbing at the spot of drool that had pooled at the corner of your mouth. “You did a number on me, sweetheart.”
“I aim to please.”
He laughs, hauling you closer and you smile, kissing the underside of his jaw. “You went above and beyond, I can tell you that much.”
You snort, arms wrapping around his neck. “Am I gonna get that in writing?”
“I’ll think about it,” Leon murmurs, his fingers slipping under your chin to tip your head, lips pressing against yours. You hum into the kiss, fingers tangling in his soft hair, a quiet noise leaving you as he squeezes your ass.
When Leon pulls away, you chase after his lips, eyes fluttering shut when he returns your kiss just as eagerly, your thigh hooking over his hip, brows furrowing when you feel his cock against your thigh.
You look down, cheeks flushing when you find his spent cock beginning to harden, the fat length bobbing gently as it fills out.
“Already?” you murmur, sighing softly when he leaves stubbly kisses along your jaw.
“What can I say?” Leon whispers, his hips bucking when your hand wraps around his hardening cock. “You uh… bring out the best in me, I guess.”
You raise your brows, unable to stop the wide smile that spreads across your face. “Your best attribute is your cock? That’s a little disappointing.”
He grins, groaning when you kiss his pec.
“You didn’t seem to think it was disappointing when I fucked you with it.”
“It is nice,” you acquiesce, head tipping back as he leans into you, trailing hot kisses down your neck, his hips beginning to rock lazily, meeting the strokes of your hand.
“I do have other nice, non-sexual attributes,” Leon says, his hand cupping your cheek, thumb stroking over your skin gently. There’s a light flush settled on his cheeks and he clears his throat, sucking in a soft breath when you squeeze his cock. “Maybe you’d like to find out sometime?”
Your smile softens, affection beginning to creep in through the cracks of your ribs. Leaning forward, you kiss him gently.
warnings ; age gap ( leon’s 51, readers in her 20’s ), dirty talk, dirty talk of age gap, unprotected sex, creampie, slight hair pulling, praising, breeding kink undertone, slight aftercare
your bent over the counter, skirt flipped up, panties shoved to the side. his pants are half way down his thighs, zipper down just enough so thick cock is already out and leaking. he’s staring down at where your pussy’s swallowing him, jaw clenched.
“fuck…look at that,” he mutters, voice wrecked. “so pretty baby… such a pretty little pussy.” you whimper, pushing back, nails scraping the counter. “leon—harder, please” he snaps his hips forward, thrusting in deep, makes your whole body jolt. “shouldn’t even be inside you. too fucking young for me to be ruining this pretty little cunt.”
you moan louder, clenching around him on purpose. “i love it, when you fuck me like i’m your dirty secret”
he groans, one hand threading through your hair from behind, pulling your head back so you’re arched perfect into him. “yeah? like knowing i’m old enough to be your dad while i’m balls-deep in you? like knowing i’m corrupting you every time i cum inside?”
“yes, fuck yes—” you’re babbling now, thighs shaking. “your so much older, your cock’s so big, it stretches me so good, makes me feel so small”. he speeds up, pounding you stupid, your whole body shaking. with every thrust.
“should be ashamed of myself. fucking a girl half my age like this. but you keep begging for it and squeezing me like you want me to breed you.” you cry out, pushing your hips back harder. “do it, fill me up please…” he moans low, hips snapping non stop till he cums hard with a choked “fuck—baby”. he pumps you full, hips jerking as he empties inside you. you cum right after, pussy milking him dry till your legs give out.
he stays buried inside you, his heavy breath on your neck. his cock twitches inside you one last time before he pulls out of your fluttering pussy. his thick cum drips out almost immediately, running down the counter. he almost lets out a moan as he watches and reaches out to push it back in your pussy. you lay there whimpering and dreading to have to clean up the sticky mess.
