☁︎⋅ (18+) missionary with re9 leon (inspired by this)
“fuck, you feel good,” leon growled in your ear.
it was a long day and nothing made him feel better than having you spread out beneath him. his body towered yours, cock drilling into you mercilessly. his head was buried in your neck, groaning and whispering praises into your ear.
“god, I love your pussy. look at her, she’s creaming all over me,” he groaned.
you clenched at his words, making his hips stutter. your eyes peeked down between your bodies and watched as his cock slowly filled up your pussy, before sliding out again. his cock was drenched in your arousal, a white creamy ring forming at the base. your eyes rolled back at the sight.
“mmmh leon, you fill me up so good…I wanna cum…wanna cum all over your dick,” you mewled, hips thrusting up to meet his.
leon let out a cracked sigh, trying to hold himself back from cumming too soon. you can feel his labored breathing against your neck. he hooked your legs over his arms, allowing his cock to reach even deeper. you let out a squeal when his tip nudged against the spongey surface of your g-spot.
“play with your pussy, yeah? play with yourself while I make you cum,” he growled, his thrusts growing faster.
his teeth grazed your ear, tongue lolling out to lick it. your shaky hand reached down to rub your clit, just like he asked. “good girl, keep playing with it,” he praised. you whimpered and moaned, feeling a familiar coil build in your stomach.
“leon, I can’t- I’m gonna cum!” you squealed. your pussy gushed all over his cock, soaking his abdomen and the sheets beneath you. leon’s hips stuttered as his cum sputtered into you, filling you up nicely. his lips peppered kisses all over your face, praising you for how well you did.
when he pulled out, he watched as his cum slowly dripped out of you, mixing with your cum on the bed sheets. he groaned at the sight and couldn’t help but lean down between your legs. “let me clean you up, baby. you deserve it,” he murmured, licking a stripe up your slit. his tongue moved thoroughly in between your lips, sucking up any reminants of his cum.
“just relax for me, baby, I got you,” he said. his tongue dipped into your pussy, scooping up your mixed cum and swallowing it like a starved man. his hips slowly started thrusting into the mattress again, getting hard just from eating you out.
“leon…you’re gonna make me cum again,” you whined, hips twitching. your fingers reached down to card through his soft hair. his strong hands came up to hold your hips in place.
“it’s okay, you can cum,” he reassured. there was no more cum for him to lick up, just the dripping wetness you were gushing again.
you can feel your pussy throbbing, clenching around nothing as your orgasm washed over you again. you tried to shut your legs, but leon’s muscular arms kept them open. you can feel yourself slowly melting into the sheets, feeling well spent.
you write a breeding kink better than anyone i’ve ever seen in my life omg I want to launch myself into another dimension after reading leon & carlos in your RE men x you fic like ????!!! head EMPTY womb FULL TYSM !!!! (humbly requesting more breeding maybe with leon specifically if you can or want to please) thank u love u I hope u have a great night ❣️❣️
temptation. — LEON KENNEDY x YOU! — SMUT!
SUMMARY:
"should we have a baby, y/n?"
it's a question you never expected from leon. nevertheless your answer is . . .
PAIRING: LEON KENNEDY/you.
WORD COUNT:
TAGS: fem bodied reader, breeding kink duh, established relationship, unprotected sex, overstim, dumbification
A/N: not me pulling a stardew valley you're both so sweet its making me sick GET A ROOM!!
extra: you and leon after 9pm.
NSFW UNDER THE CUT!
"y, yes, nggggh . . y'feel so good . . "
your words continued to spur your fiancé on, his cock twitching in your pretty cunt while you bounce on his cock. "god, you're s, so . . wet," leon shuddered, carnal embrace urging goosebumps from his skin. he reaches up to grope your tits, feeling them jounce as you ride him; his leaking tip hitting all the right spots that made you scream.
sitting up, his lips latch on one of your nipples, a squeak echoing around the room as he tugged and teased it with his canines. leon seizes your waist, and forces you to keep still, forces you to feel all of his length, tip snugly pressed against your cervix.
"oh . . oh god,"
god, you feel so fucking full.
"mhh . . " leon whined against your nipple, gazing up and seeing how blissed out you were. he lets your bud slip from his mouth, trailing his kiss up, up your breast, collarbone, jaw, lips. "i love you, love you so much," leon whispered, tucking away sweat-soaked hair that stuck to your cheek. "i love you," you reply in between pants and gasps for air.
he kisses you like it's the first time, like he's starved. grunting against your lips as his tongue finds its way in your mouth. you don't mind how messy the kiss is, how spit's leaking from his mouth; you just wanted him. all of him.
leon takes you with him as he lays back down on the bed. he went from firmly holding your waist, to firmly wrapping his strong arms around your waist—and beginning to snap his hips up and thrusting into you. you moaned, holding on to his shoulders as he pounded you from below. much to his dismay, you pull away from the kiss because you can't—for the life of you—kiss him back properly.
"leoooon, oh my gooood," you cried, eyes rolling back from pleasure. "yeah? f, feel good, gorgeous?" he'd pepper your neck with open-mouthed kisses, feeling the rumbles of your cries against his lips. you're lucky he's blessed with almost endless stamina, hips barely feeling tired as he kept pummeling into you, kept shoving his cock deep into you, and him holding you in place just meant that you had to take every bit of it.
"m, mhm, mhm!" simple replies were enough for him, enough for him to speed up and kept rutting into you like a toy. his dark brows scrunched up—whimpers mingling in with yours. fuck, were you squirting? he could slide in and out of you so much faster now. his head was empty, only filled with making you feel good, fucking you the way you deserved.
loosening his hold around your waist, you squeaked when his calloused hands groped your ass, pushing you down against his cock and meeting each 'nd every one of his thrusts. "oh fuck—!" you cried, overwhelming pleasure pooling in your tummy. his thrusts made your toes curl, made your legs fucking weak.
"k, kiss—baby. want a kiss,"
it was the best leon could utter out in his haze, but you understood well enough; leaning down and capturing his lips for a sloppy kiss. he's not stopping—not ever—continuing to bounce you on his cock and continuing to fuck you hard and fast like nothing else mattered. more whines spill from leon's lips, and before both of you could even realize it, he's spurting thick ropes of semen into your fertile cunt. his hips keep bucking up into you, despite feeling overly sensitive and fatigued. he needed to fuck you 'n breed you. didn't matter if he was sore. he needed to get his pretty girl pregnant.
"l, leon—fuck!" you utter the moment you both part. your walls were pulsating so pathetically, and leon's just soooo fucking out of it—could barely fucking think. the way your cervix kissed his sensitive tip just made him sob and mewled, eyes rolled to the back of his head. he doesn't stop fucking you, though, riding his orgasm out with desperate, frenzied thrusts. and he didn't stop—not 'til his muscles burned, on the verge of cramping up.
"more," he whined. "need to fuck you more, please," he begs, slowly sliding out of you. you shuddered, feeling it slowly spill. his cock—covered in your cream and his cum—is still so clearly erect 'nd twitching for more. leon gently trades places with you, and you find yourself on all fours, face down & ass up.
you feel so exposed, so vulnerable—especially when leon's spreading your ass, baring that creampied cunt to him. fuck, you were still gaping 'n pulsating . . without any more warnings, he's back to shoving his cock in that tight pussy, rutting into you relentlessly over and over and over again.
"fuck—oh fuck, your cunt feels so goooood . . " he cried, running a hand over his sweaty, hazel locks. he can't stop, he doesn't want to stop. "fuck me harderrr, pleasepleasepleaseeee," you beg so desperately, and who's leon to resist. his thighs slap against the back of yours a little more harshly now, because he's eager to oblige your request. harder, you said.
now your legs are shaking, you're holding onto your sheets for dear life. your face keeps pushing into the pillow with every punishing snap of his hips. "god, i love you—i love you s, sooo muuch, fuck!" if leon didn't have his hands on you, you're sure you would have collapsed on the now-creaking bed.
a hand sneaks beneath your stomach, fingerpads drawing aimless circles on your clit. and you're still so so sensitive from your mutual orgasm, but so was he! he wasn't stopping for anything. "god, leoooon, you're gonna—gonna make me cum," especially when he brutally pounded you.
the absence of his hand on your waist feels so so cold, and you gasped when it finds its way on your hair, tugging 'til you were nicely arched for him. fuck, you were so pretty writhing and whimpering for him.
"you wanna g, get bred, baby?"
"yes! yesyesyesyes, pleaseeee,"
his balls are aching, aching to creampie you, aching to stuff your womb fucking full. your fiancé can't think properly, he's fucking drooling. it's muscle memory to rut into you, even if he feels the exhaustion running down his spine.
"'m gonna get you pregnant,"
he promises mindlessly, and you're no any better, cunt clenching around him like crazy. "gonna—oh f, fuuuck, you're—you're tightening up!" he sobbed. "knock me up, leon—♡!" he fucks you faster, with the best of his ability, couldn't fucking wait to cum in you a second time. but when he's hittin' all the right spots like that—you couldn't hold your nearing orgasm, body shaking as your legs finally gave out. leon's grip on your hair loosens, just so he can hold onto the headboard while he slammed his hips down on you.
it's messy, and leon could feel your cunt squirt with every push in of his cock, and you're jus' layin there, trembling with overwhelming pleasure. drooling, cockdrunk. just like how he wants you.
with a final thrust, he's filling your cunt again, stuffing that womb full of his cum. you could feel it leaking from your folds, fuuck, leon's cumming lots.
"oh, baby. y/n—," leon whimpers, hips stuttering as he tried to keep fucking you with lazy, tired thrusts. "love you, l, love your pussy," he whispered mindlessly, leaning down and pressing his lips on the back of your head. "i love you . . " leon whispered, fingerpads following the curve of your back. "i love you, " you mutter tiredly.
you giggle when leon starts to kiss along your shoulders and slowly, your neck 'nd up to your ear. "you'd be the greatest mom ever," he whispered. "i just know it. you take care of me so, so well, and our daughters even better," you tilt your head and meet his eyes, chuckling.
"daughters? with an s?" "i mean . . i guess we can have sons too," shifting beneath him, you both groan when his cock slips out from your gaping pussy. your sweat-covered frame's laying on your shared bed, giving you the opportunity to relax. leon's back to crushing you, flopping atop your body.
"i don't really care about gender." "you seriously don't care?" you could feel the rumble of his affirmative hum, and you giggle whilst gently drawing lines on his back.
"well, hey. hats off to you for not seeing gender."
"was that a reference from—nevermind. round three?"
end.
A/N: I STILL FEEL THIS ISN'T MY BEST WORK. i'm very sorry, i think i'm going through a super tough writer's block </3
“Of course, ma’am, we can have it delivered to you right away,” the girl on the phone chirped. “And what flavor would you prefer?”
Using her free hand, Ada pressed the elevator button. The metal doors slid shut and began the ascent up to her apartment.
“Red velvet,” Ada said. “With vanilla icing.”
On the other end of the phone, Ada heard the salesgirl wince.
“I’m so sorry, ma’am,” she said. “We just sold our last red velvet cake.”
The elevator dinged on Ada’s home floor and she stepped out. The shopping bag on her arm crinkled from the weight of the purchases. Ada let out a sigh. It was getting late in the evening, and every other cake shop in a responsible distance from her apartment was closed. Damn Sunday hours.
“We have plenty of other flavors to choose from,” the salegirl said, as if sensing Ada’s disapproval. “We have the classics like chocolate and vanilla. We also have marble, carrot, caramel. We just got this new mint and chocolate flavor that’s deli—“
“Thank you,” Ada said. “But I’ll pass.”
She hung up before the salesgirl had a chance to answer. As Ada turned the corner down the hall and reached for her keys in her coat pocket, she thought she saw something. A shadow flick around the corner at the end of the hall, the ruffle of footsteps on the carpeted floors.
She paused outside her apartment door. Her eyes darted down each hall, her ears perked for a sound. All she heard was the fluorescent lights that buzzed above the hallways. All she saw were rows of identical doors over a carpeted hall.
She’d just wrapped up a job a few nights ago. Clearly, her head was still in alert mode.
Ada stepped into her apartment and locked the door behind her. She leaned her back against the door and inhaled a deep breath through her nose. She dropped the grocery bag gently at her side, the wine bottle inside clinking against the floor.
“Quiet at last,” she mumbled.
Outside the windows, the sky was turning a deep evening blue. She had wine glasses to dust off and a bubble bath to fill.
~
It was a tradition that Ada had every year. On her birthday, she made sure she was home (wherever that was at any given time) and not on a mission. She would buy herself a bottle of red wine and a cake, light a few candles, and spend an evening by herself listening to her old record player.
It may have seemed like a lonely way to spend one’s birthday, but it worked for Ada. When one worked as an underworld agent, risking death or arrest with every job, a quiet evening in a safe apartment seemed like bliss. It was a simple pleasure that normal people, the ones who walked by Ada on the street every day, took for granted. Excitement wasn’t so novel when you lived a dangerous life. Peace and quiet felt like a luxury.
Ada long accepted that people like her were meant to remain alone. It was necessary for the job, and it’s not like she was much of a people person anyway. But despite this, there were some moments on her birthday nights when her home, different nearly every year for all her adult life, felt deadly silent. Silence like a long yawn from a large jaw. Cold and quiet as the grave.
And in the distance, she’d hear someone laugh. She’d hear the traffic of hundreds of cars carrying hundreds of people past her window. And suddenly, the world felt big and full of people, yet her room felt hostile and impossibly empty. Loneliness, the unspeakable truth she stomped down inside her under her boot, reared its head in moments like this.
Ada stared at the ceiling above her bathtub. Steam clouded the room until she felt like she was floating on a cloud, High in the sky, away from the blood and guns, the metal and lead. All her work felt distant, like white noise. She sunk down into the bathwater until it was up to her upper lip. The bubbles tickled at her lips like a kiss.
A kiss. Her lips warmed with the memory of the last time she kissed someone in a way that didn’t feel completely mechanical. The last time a kiss made her heart titter, when she felt a cheek on her palm, when she tasted his breath on his tongue…
Don’t, her brain whispered.
Ada quickly lifted herself up from the water. No, she couldn’t let that thought continue. She needed to stamp it out like a bug. But as she sat dripping in the tub, the feeling curled inside her. The peace and quiet of her apartment suddenly felt colder. She was alone, and she was never more hyperaware of it until that moment when the memory of a certain boy’s mouth brushed hers.
Or maybe she was just annoyed that the shop was out of red velvet. She chose to believe that.
~
By the time Ada stepped out of the bath, she felt lighter. The bathroom air was thick with steam and the scent of pink roses that rose from the candles. She wrapped herself in her favorite silky red bathrobe, blew out the candles, then stepped out into her living room. Night had fallen outside her window, turning the city into a sea of stars, and Ada uncorked the red wine bottle waiting for her on the kitchen counter.
Ada gazed out over the cityline from the floor-to-ceiling windows that lined her apartment wall. Only underworld money could afford a view like this. Luxury that could only come with a blood sacrifice. Money you couldn’t get with clean hands.
But tonight wasn’t about espionage. Tonight, Ada was going to sink into her lovely red carpet with a bottle and disappear into some boozy jazz. The record player on the end table crackled like tv static before singing out a lullaby. Ada’s eyes fluttered shut and she signed as the first sips of wine warmed into her blood stream.
Then, a knock on the door.
Ada’s eyes snapped open. The knock came again, and Ada groaned in annoyance. She’d canceled her cake order. She’d paid what she owed to the landlord. She didn’t play the music so loud that any neighbors could hear it. Who the hell was knocking at her door at this time of night?
Ada groaned to her feet and set her wine glass aside on the end table. She tightened the knot on her bathrobe and made her way to the door. Before she could touch the door knob, she glanced down at the house plant potted next to the door—and the pistol half-hidden in the black soil.
Better be just some annoying neighbor, Ada thought. I’m not working tonight.
She paused her fist on the knob and peeked through the peep hole. She tried to make out a shape of the fun house mirror colors. Pale hair, blue eyes, a brown jacket with a fur trim.
A brown jacket with a fur trim.
Ada’s heart ricocheted before dropping into her stomach. It had to be the wine getting to her head. It had been a while since she had a drink, and it clearly turned her into a lightweight. Because there was no way in hell that…
Ada opened the door to a slit.
“Leon?” she said.
The federal agent pursed his lips.
“Hey, Ada,” he said.
Ada wasn’t quite sure what to do. Part of her wanted to reach for the gun she kept by the door and point it at his pretty head. The other part of her wanted to pull him down into a kiss and see if he still tasted like he did in Raccoon City.
Ada pushed the door further open. Her eyes quickly assessed him up and down for weapons. She hadn’t expected him to come and find her. Last they spoke, he didn’t seem very interested in keeping her around.
“How’d you I was here?” she said. She raised an eyebrow. “I guess ‘separate ways’ didn’t include stalking, did it?”
Leon’s eyes were sharp, but a hint of a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“After you were so kind as to return this to me,” he said. He tugged the roll line of his aviator jacket. “I figured stalking was now on the table between us.”
Ada smirked.
“In my defense, for a federal agent,” she said. “You’re not hard to find.”
“I could say the same about an underworld spy.”
“I guess that makes us both reckless.”
Ada crossed her arms and leaned against the door frame. That’s when she noticed the plastic bag hanging from Leon’s right hand. She couldn’t quite make out what was inside, but based on the shape, it looked like a box.
She looked at Leon.
“Well, you’ve found me,” she said. Her hands itched and became very aware of the weapons she had hidden around the apartment behind her. “Here to finally arrest me?”
Her tone was teasing, but she felt the tightening in her body. The instinct to sprint, grab the closet gun or blade she could get, and incapacitate Leon long enough that she could get away.
Leon curled his fingers around the handle of the bag, making the plastic rustle.
“I considered it,” he admitted. He lifted the bag up. “But believe it or not, I’m not a complete asshole. I’m not a fan of arresting people on their birthdays.”
Ada froze.
“How did you…” she said.
But then she remembered that sound she heard arriving home. Feet shuffling on the hallway carpet, like someone heard her coming and ran off. She thought she was just being paranoid. But of course she wasn’t. She was a criminal hiding. If she sensed someone was looking for her, she was nearly always right. Her only mistake was not expecting…him.
“If you want to stay under the radar, it’s a good idea to not put all your calls on speaker,” Leon said. “Anyone walking around could hear you. And not just when you’re ordering cake.”
Leon reached into the plastic bag and pulled out a white box. There was no store label on it. No sticker advertising
“There are no bakeries open at this hour,” he said. “So I hope you don’t mind if I had to rush the process a little bit.”
He lifted the box lid to reveal a layered cake dressed in white frosting. Ada looked closer, and just under the ceiling, she saw crimson red crumbs.
Red velvet. With vanilla icing.
He overheard her talking on the phone. He deduced that she was ordering a birthday cake, rushed home, and made her one. Ada suddenly wanted to shut the door on her fingers to see if she’d fallen asleep in that bathtub.
But Leon was real and standing in front of her with a waiting look on his face. Ada looked at him and waited for the catch. For a team of agents to come rushing down the hallway with weapons and handcuffs. None. Just a handsome man and the cake order she didn’t get.
“That’s…” Ada said. “...unexpected.”
Leon shrugged and gave her a small smirk.
“I don’t have candles,” he said. “But I sing a mean ‘Happy Birthday.’”
A chuckle escaped Ada’s throat. She took the box carefully in her hands, her fingers brushing against his.
“Thank you,” she said. “This is…really sweet.”
Leon nodded and shoved his hands in his pockets.
“Happy Birthday,” he said. “No arrest today. Although, I wouldn’t stay in Washington, DC, for too long, or someone else might come find you. Someone who doesn’t respect birthdays as much as I do.” There was a glint of a smile that came and went on his face. “I’m sorry to show up suddenly. I’ll leave you alone.”
He turned and started heading down the hallway. Ada’s heart hitched in her chest, and before her smarter instincts could stop her, she called after him.
“Leon,” she said.
He paused and turned on his heels to face her again.
“No way I’m going finish this whole thing on my own before it goes bad,” Ada said. She licked her lips, like she knew she might regret this. “I’ve also got a bottle of red in here. If I try to drink it all tonight, I’ll be sick tomorrow.” She cocked her head to the door. “Wanna help me finish all this off?”
Leon looked at her for a moment. One foot down the hall, the other where he stood.
Then, he smirked.
“I could fit it into my schedule,” he said.
~
Leon sliced the cake onto two plates, while Ada found a second wine glass to fill. The two of them took a seat in the living room. Ada on the couch, and Leon settled into an overstuffed chair that Ada kept close to the fireplace.
The cake was deep, bloody red. Something about red velvet cake almost looked gory to Ada, like something in a cannibal’s kitchen. She took her fork, cut a bite from her slice, and brought it to her lips. A sigh immediately escaped her throat.
It was incredible. So much better than that stiff, hours-in-the-freezer taste that someone bakery cakes head. And no box mixed either. These were real, made-from-scratch ingredients. This was a cake made by someone working with their hands.
“I had to rush to grab everything from the convenience store around the block from my place,” Leon said. “If I had known earlier, I wouldn’t have had to work as fast.”
If it was a rush job, Ada couldn’t tell. She shoveled another bite into her mouth and let the warm flavor melt over her tongue. Never in a hundred years would she have expected that the guy who used submachine guns for a living was also a fantastic baker.
“It’s great,” she said.
Understatement. But she was too busy taking another bite to elaborate. She finished her slice in a minute while Leon ate his slowly. Scrutinizing every bite like he could taste everything he could have done better. For several minutes, the two of them sat, ate and drank in uncannily comfortable silence.
Ada licked up every crumb until her plate was blank. She set it down on the coffee table next to the remaining red velvet.
“You know your boss is going to be pissed if he finds out about this,” she said. She leaned back on the couch with her arms crossed. “You’ve found where a wanted felon is living, and you’re baking her a cake instead of putting her in a squad car. Not something that good little agent would do.”
Leon took a long sip of his wine, and Ada tried to not to stare at his lips on the glass rim.
“President Graham hasn’t had a bad thought about me in months since Baby Eagle came home,” he said. A small smirk. “I’m the reason his daughter isn’t sliced open on a sacrificial altar right now.” He shrugged and took another bite. “I’ll keep a secret if you will.”
Ada sat and stared at him for a moment. She watched the way his lips moved when he chewed. The movement of his Adam’s apple when he swallowed. The way he licked his lips and hummed against the taste. His tongue licked the red cake between the tongs of his fork and it sent a hot surge through Ada’s blood. The phantom memory of a six-year-old kiss buzzed on her mouth.
“Why are you here, Leon?” she said. “Back in Spain, it sounded like you didn’t want to see me again. That’s why I sent the jacket back to you in a box. I know you didn’t want to see me again.”
Leon paused the fork in his mouth. He slowly pulled it out from between his teeth and set it down on his plate. A hundred unreadable thoughts passed behind his eyes, and for several seconds he scanned each one, trying to find the right response.
“Can’t a guy do something nice?” he said.
“Guys don’t come knocking just to be ‘nice.’”
“You’re too cynical.”
“And you’re too cute to show up at a woman’s door with a cake and not expect her to want more from you.”
Ada’s eyes penetrated into Leon, like she could dig out whatever was going through his head. Leon tapped his fork against his plate.
“I guess I was just still hurt,” he said. He pursed his lips, like he wasn’t sure if he should say his next words. “I think a lot about Raccoon City.”
“Me too.”
“I still hate that you lied to me.”
“I hate I had to.” Ada pursed her lips. “I was there on a mission. I wasn’ t telling anyone the truth. And after you kept showing up, after you kept helping me despite everything I said and did…”
Ada bit down on her lower lip. She was never apologetic. Someone like her couldn’t be, could afford to be. But she remembered that rookie six years ago, like a baby bird she dropped from her hand, and looked at him sitting across from her with a dull in his blue eyes.
“I’m sorry,” Ada said. “If I had known I was going to meet you…I don’t know.”
She flicked her eyes from the floor to Leon. He wasn’t looking at her, only twisting his fork around in the crumbled remains of his cake.
“You know what’s funny,” he said. “Despite all of it, I got on a train heading out of the city…” he looked at her. “And I just missed you. And I don’t think I ever stopped.”
A sad sort of smile crossed his face. He chuckled and shook his head.
“It’s like I can’t let go of you,” he said. “I don’t know what happened between us back in Raccoon City but…I can’t shake it off. I guess…I came back because I wanted to. Like there’s just something left unfinished.”
Ada became very aware of the steady rhythm of her heart in her chest. She wanted to move closer to him, but the air between them felt fragile, like something could break any second. Leon brushed some red crumbs off his jacket.
“Where’d you find this, by the way?” he asked. “My jacket.”
Ada shrugged.
“They threw it on a pile in some basement,” Ada said. “Maybe they were planning to burn it. Use it to fuel one of their village square bonfires.”
“Hope not. This thing wasn’t cheap.”
Ada shrugged.
“After everything,” she said. “I figured I at least owed you that.”
Leon finished his last bite of cake and sent aside his plate and fork on the table. He wiped some red crumbs from his mouth with a napkin.
“I owe you something too,” he said. He stood up from the chair and sauntered over to the couch. “Something you left behind I’ve been meaning to give back to you.”
Ada smirked.
“And what could that be—”
Leon leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. Ada inhaled a sharp, surprised breath, then sunk into the kiss. She could still taste the residual red velvet on his tongue, and she moaned like she’d taken a bite. She pressed a hand to the back of his head and threaded her fingers in his pale hair.
Leon broke the kiss first.
“That kiss in Raccoon City,” he said. “I’ve been meaning to return the favor.”
His breath was hot on Ada’s lips. She looked at his mouth, at a smudge of red cake at the corner. She thumbed it away.
“You’re a messy eater,” she said.
Leon smirked.
“Guilty as charged,” he said.
Ada took the front of his shirt and pulled him down into another kiss. The two collapsed together down onto the couch, kissing and touching like they were hungry again. Ada had imagined her hands all over Leon before, but feeling him now with his full body weight on top of her was euphoric. He was sweet and warm and grunted as he kissed.
“Open your mouth,” Ada sighed.
Leon did as she said and Ada explored her tongue inside of him. He tasted like sugar and icing.
I could take a bite out of you, she thought. I could eat you alive.
Leon’s hand smoothed down her waist and through the folds of her robe. His fingers found her underwear, and he massaged her opening gently through the fabric. Ada broke the kiss as she sucked in a startled breath.
Leon gently pushed a finger inside and moaned against Ada’s neck.
“Already wet,” he mumbled.
Ada clasped a hand around Leon’s wrist, and moved his hand down the front of her panties. She moved his hand and fingers in a steady rhythm, massaging her clit and sending shivers of pleasure up her body. All the while he pressed thick kisses to her neck until her brain turned soupy.
Ada curled her free hand into Leon’s hair.
“Right there,” she sighed into his ear. “Keep going.”
Just touching her wetness made Leon’s blood surge. The smell she left on his fingers, the taste of her sweat, the sound of her voice in his ear. Suddenly, making Ada Wong come like a lightning bolt was the most deadly serious mission Leon had.
She was getting close. Leon could feel her closing tighter around his fingers, leaving them slick and shiny, and she clasped an arm around his shoulders. Her scent was overwhelming. He’d wanted to feel her press against him since that night in Raccoon City, feel her sweat mingle with his. But moreover, he wanted her legs wrapped around his head.
Leon slowed his fingers inside her. He pressed his lips to her and sunk his tongue against hers. Ada tugged
Leon broke the kiss and moved his lips to her cheek. Then to her jaw. Then slowly down her neck at an aching, savoring pace. He kissed down between her breasts, over the slither of flesh between the folds of her robe, then down, down, until Leon’s knees were on the carpet.
“Leon…” Ada mumbled.
She lifted her head and saw his pale blonde between her legs. Leon hooked his thumbs into the side seams of her underwear and looked at her.
“You mind if I…” he said.
Ada’s face was flushed her signature red and she was so turned on that her clit was throbbing. Tongue, cock, fingers, it didn’t matter to her. She’d been waiting over six years. She was going to fuck Leon Kennedy.
She pushed her fingers through his hair. He had the prettiest blue eyes. Even with all his rough edges, Ada could still see that rookie cop. Sweet and kind-hearted and just wanted to help. With a kiss that was shy and eager at once.
Ada curled her fingers in his hair, and pushed his red velvet mouth down between her thighs. Leon clasped her thighs in each of his hands. He pressed his lips just below her knee, and slowly kissed down her inner thigh. Ada’s breath hitched and all the blood rushed down her body. Leon’s whispered tickled her tender flesh and he licked between each kiss. Halfway down, he gently bit down on her thigh meat and sucked.
“Fuck,” Ada breathed.
Leon kissed and licked his way down until his tongue was at her folds. The smell made his mouth water. He made a sound between a groan and growl before he slipped into his tongue inside her. Ada sucked in a breath and arched her back.
“Leon,” she hissed.
His tongue was long and velvety and curled right around her clit. Ada’s eyes fluttered shut and dipped her head back onto the couch. She wanted to close her thighs around his head, but Leon clasped her open so he could taste deeper.
Leon was borderline hypnotized. He could have stayed on his knees for hours, tasting her hot fluids and listening to her moans and sighs. He smoothed a hand down her thigh, over his stomach, and between the folds of her bathrobe. He curled his hand over her breast and massaged it, and Ada’s breath hitched.
“Fuck…” Leon mumbled into her thighs. “I’ve missed you.”
Her voice sent hot goosebumps against Ada’s skin. Leon flicked and licked his tongue faster, aggressively and sloppily licking up every drop her body could give him. Ada’s sighs turned to moans one could hear through the wall. Her hips twitched and she bit hard down on her lips. All the while Leon kept his tongue moving and his hand rubbed her breast under the silk.
Ada pulled harder at his hair with both hands under Leon’s scalp seared with pain. But it only made him hungrier. Leon felt like a feral dog, starving and insatiable and at the mercy of a human hand. His knuckles paled, gripping her thighs and his tongue dripped as she gushed into his mouth.
Ada slammed a fist on the headboard of the couch.
“Fuck!” she yelped.
It was like a glass bottle shattered against a wall. Ada gripped Leon’s hair tight as she bucked her hips and skull-fucked him over the couch. Her skin shined with sweat and
Leon kept licking even once she was finished, like he didn’t want to waste a drop.When he did pull his tongue out, he lifted those pretty blue eyes up to look at her. His lips were shiny with her pleasure, blushing red and dripping.
“You okay?” he asked.
Ada couldn’t quite respond. Her sweaty chest rose and fell with each labored breath. Leon smoothed his hand around her waist from his chest to her lower back. The room felt balmy, warm and dark. Ada wanted to kiss him, look him in the eyes, but she couldn’t open her eyes. And after a few seconds in the dark, the lullaby of their breathing in her ears, Ada succumbed to the blackness.
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And then, bright white.
Ada awoke to a bright beam of sunlight right in her eyes. She squeezed her eyes shut and with a groan shifted onto her back. She was in her bed, arm from the morning sun that crept through the slit in the curtains.
As her senses came back to her, so did the memories of the night before. The sweetness of cake and the bitterness of wine on her tongue. Her freshly clean body wrapped in a red silk robe. A head of blonde hair pressed between her thighs.
Leon.
Ada sat up in bed and looked around. The space next to her on the mattress was empty and cold, and her whole apartment was quiet. But she still had the phantom memory of a tongue between her legs.
The thought crossed her mind: Did they fuck in the bedroom?
No. Leon wasn’t the type of asshole to have sex with a girl if she wasn’t lucid enough to remember it. The only thing Ada had missed was him lifting her up from the couch, carrying her into the bedroom, and tucking the silk duvet over her sleeping body.
Ada groaned and sat up in bed. Her body still felt warm and tingling all over, residual from last night’s pleasure. She could still taste red velvet in her mouth.
Then, her eyes caught something. A small, folded note on her nightstand. Ada plucked it up and opened it. It was a short, simple message, written in pen. Was it possible for someone’s handwriting to be “handsome”?
Ada held it up to the white light streaming between the window blinds.
Happy Birthday. And thanks for the jacket.
No name signed it off. No name needed. Ada held the note with both hands, and she swore she could still feel warmth where his fingers lingered.
She smiled, and kissed the note before pressing it to her chest.
Synopsis: He put a ring on your finger, now he wants to put a baby on you!
tags: Leon (DI) x Fem!reader, marital stuff, unprotected sex, mating press, creampie, overstimulation, pussy/tit slaps, wild Leon and more!
Leon got what he never imagined. A married life, and not just any married life, a perfect one by your side.
Every morning when he opened his eyes, it was like watching the gates of heaven open. You beside him, fast asleep, the ring he placed on your finger shining in the morning sun. Ah, life was good.
He was a married man now, and even though you thought he'd calm down, it just got worse. He was all over you, seven days a week. Were you shopping? He went with you. Did you get up to go to the bathroom in the night? He followed you around like a puppy. Making dinner? He cuddled you from behind.
But there was something on Leon's mind that made him restless. His eyes lingered on couples holding babies, he watched children playing in the park, and the last time he held your newborn nephew, a green light went off in his head.
He wanted a baby. A baby with you. And oh, he was really going to do it.
It started with subtle cues, like caressing your belly with his calloused hands or lingering in the baby clothes section. He was going crazy, he needed to tell you.
When you agreed, you practically saw stars burst out of his eyes, and he put on the goofiest smile you'd ever seen. He was living his dream. You chose him twice. As your husband, and now as the future father of your children.
And he didn't wait any longer to get down to business. He followed your fertile days like an obsessive and fucked you in strange positions that he said were more likely to get pregnant, placing you from surface to surface all over the house. You're sure your neighbors hate you two.
And tonight was no exception. You'd lost track of time, the two of you had been fucking like animals, and the bed creaked relentlessly, hitting the wall. You were drenched in sweat, your skin flushed, and Leon was still on top of you like a wild animal, growling and biting any area of your skin his lips could reach.
"Leon—!" You moaned, your voice hoarse from moaning nonstop for the last hour. Your body was practically bent in half, with Leon on top of you, sinking his still-fully-hard cock relentlessly into you.
"Sorry, baby... T-They say it's better this way—Ah, fuck." He groaned, sweat dripping under his bangs. His hands kept your legs pushed against your sensitive tits after he slapped and sucked them, babbling about how much he wanted to see them swell with milk. He had a big, nasty mouth.
The sound of his cum from previous loads flooded your senses with every hard thrust he gave you. He was going to pass out at any moment. But he wasn't going to stop, not now.
The image of you, swollen belly, carrying his child, and watching you shine clouded his mind. He was going to put a baby in you, he was going to fuck you until his balls were empty.
"God, baby—ah, such a good pussy." He groaned, panting with exertion and digging his fingers into your thighs to keep them wide open and pushed against your chest. He was dizzy, completely drunk.
"You're going to be such a cute mommy, I-I'm going to fill you—" His words made your sensitive pussy clench around him, still greedy for more. His balls slapped relentlessly against your ass, his moans as loud as yours, and his dick was the most furious red with sensitivity.
You felt an orgasm building again, a dull pleasure threatening to explode again.
"Are you close again? What a naughty pussy, baby." He teased, giving you that cocky grin as he ground you into the mattress, truly fucking you silly. You nodded, cumming around his cock, your eyes rolling back, trembling as the third orgasm of the night ripped through you without even warning.
"I'm going to fuck you every day, every fucking day—Ah, holy shit." He grunted, babbling promises nonstop. His hips began to buck, trying to maintain that strong rhythm and feeling his cum spurt out with every thrust. It was an obscene sight, completely mind-blowing.
"I'm going to cum baby, I'm going to cum, ah—god, please." He repeated over and over, frowning as he focused on your trembling walls sucking him hard. And with the most broken moan ever to leave his lips, he came so deep that you felt his tip hit your cervix.
Your brain was so melted that you barely noticed him pull out of you, freeing your trembling, aching legs from that raw mating pressure. Before you jumped slightly as you felt his fingers begin to rub your sensitive clit rapidly, hearing you let out a whimper of overwhelming pleasure.
"C-Come on girl, one more." he murmured, holding you open with his free hand. He gave your clit a break, lowering his wet fingers to your filled hole to rub his thick cum all over your quivering pussy.
And without warning, he just slapped your pussy. Smiling dizzily at the sight of you trembling on the ruined sheets. He slapped your wet pussy again. He was obsessed, he was going to ruin you before the sun even came up.
"I'm hard again, come on, babe... Don't close your eyes yet." He murmured with a small, husky laugh, feeling his dick twitch again. His hazy gaze moved up from where his fingers rubbed your core to your fucked-out expression.
Before you knew it, he was positioning his red, sensitive tip again. He wasn't going to stop until one of you passed out, or until he saw those two lines on the pregnancy test in a few days.
damn, this one was wild!! he is soo yum >.<
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