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@requiemleons
i mistakenly called them by your name; i was let
down, it wasn’t the same.
haii :3 i am lorraine or kent. i use they/her– any but he pronouns. i am biromantic asexual. taken, dhmu, ilmgf ! 20 years old, MDNI, please, especially if my post is marked 18+. otherwise, i have no further issues with interactions on my blogs– just know i will not interact with you. i only speak english, and unfortunately, i often struggle with writing blocks (the devil couldn’t reach me so instead he gave me the talent and not the passion.) i am remaking my carrd, so sorry :(!
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this time, it can be different (1998 - 2028)
Synopsis: You show a older man the cure for loneliness!
Tags: DILF!Leon (re9 requiem) x fem!user, age gape (not specified but all legal), oral sex (m and f receiving), unprotected sex, backshots, light rough sex, creampie, Leon being Leon and more!
Note: Hey!!! Finally, a Leon DILF fic 🙏🏻 maybe a little long because I got a little too excited lmao, enjoy!!!
After Leon retired and left behind that crazy life fighting nuclear monsters, he thought he'd spend the rest of his days like a lonely dog whose senses had faded and who was no longer useful. So he retired honorably, left his old habits behind, and moved to a small town in the South, far from anything that might disrupt his new beginning.
Now the great Leon S. Kennedy lived alone in a small house with a small fence, trying to socialize with the neighbors. He was somewhat envious of seeing men his age with their families, enjoying the snow, and it seemed like they were laughing in his face. So he simply resigned himself to dying alone, so many years of serving the nation for nothing. Oh well, that's what he thought until he saw (or so he believed) an angel walk through the doors of the local bar where he drank his bitter coffee every morning.
Too young, he knew, but come on, how could he look away when she (wrapped in coats and a scarf to shield her face from the cold) sat down in the chair a short distance from him? Impossible.
"Too much sugar." he commented distractedly, in his best attempt at being sociable when he looked the way you put too much sugar in your coffee, which he saw you so kindly order from the waitress in the quiet bar.
"What are you? My father?" You replied with a smile, calmly, looking at him with eyes too bright for your own good. That's when everything clicked.
The casual morning encounters at the bar led to long conversations, and then there you were at his door with the apple pie you'd baked. Then cookies and tea, until you were spending more time at his house. It was all friendly, something Leon repeatedly assured himself was just your kindness because you felt pity for him.
But it wasn't long before you started making that eyes to him, leaning closer, and gazing at him with sparkling eyes as he recounted the most trivial things. Even though it was cold, you managed to wear a skirt with tights underneath, you played with your hair, and your cheeks warmed up whenever you managed to make him laugh. It definitely wasn't 'just kindness', and Leon's old instincts didn't fail him.
Light touches, lingering glances, and shy smiles led you to end up sucking his cock one winter afternoon in his living room, looking at him with eager eyes, hoping to squeeze that cock dry. Leon had never felt so guilty in his life, assuring you it would be the only time it would happen and that his loneliness was playing tricks on him.
But the next time, he was devouring your pussy like a desperate man on his table, his hands forcefully spreading your legs. Fuck, he was devouring you. His tongue was fucking you hard, sucking up every drop of your arousal.
"I'm just returning the favor, sweetheart." He murmured against the wet lips of your cunt, leaving careless kisses on your clit before sucking hard. This man definitely knew how to devour cunts. He did it with passion, with mastery.
When you came, he kissed your forehead and assured you that this time would definitely be the last and that he would never touch you again, afraid of corrupting you with his dirty hands. You just nodded, too dizzy and ecstatic from your orgasm. But come on, you didn't believe him, did you? Because once this man tasted your cunt, he wasn't going to let you go so easily.
You couldn't feign surprise when, as the days passed, on another of your daily visits, you ended up leaning back on the couch, your back arched, letting Leon fuck you hard from behind, almost repressed.
"Harder, harder—" You moaned, dirty demanding more as you pushed your ass back to meet his thrusts. Leon's experienced hands roamed over your hips until they shifted, one calloused hand moving to one of your breasts and the other sliding down to find your clit, giving it the attention it deserved.
"Damn, what a good pussy—" He murmured behind you, kissing your shoulders and neck while continuing to thrust his hard cock deep inside your walls, which seemed to be sucking him in even more. You were a greedy girl, he could tell.
The sound was obscene, he was fucking you raw, letting you feel every throbbing vein of his member. The tip of his cock reached perfect spots your fingers couldn't reach when you masturbated thinking about him, about this. And Leon was in fucking heaven, pressing his big chest, scarred like a map across his skin, against your back, forcing you to take him so deeply, every damn inch.
His hand left your breast and went for your jaw, forcing you to turn your face so he could crash his mouth to yours in a sloppy kiss where his tongue explored your mouth dirty, swallowing your moans and whimpers, too drunk with pleasure.
"Close? C-Close, baby?" He asked breathlessly, leaving sweet kisses along your sweaty cheek before gently but firmly pressing your head against the back of the couch, only to quicken his thrusts. He could feel your rubbery walls rhythmically squeezing his hard cock, slick with your wetness and his precum. And judging by the throbbing and the way his cock shaking inside you, he was close too.
"Come inside, come inside—please." You whined, clutching the shuddering back of the couch. You heard him curse at the way your walls tightened and how you came hard around his cock, your eyes rolling back.
The dirty words that spilled from your sweet lips seemed so tempting, and Leon was a weak man, just a man. So his hips shook slightly, and he leaned forward, pressing you into place and giving the last few thrusts to give you a big, thick load of his cum.
He moved his hips lazily for a few seconds before pulling you closer to his chest, careful not to fall on top of you. His back hurt slightly from the activity, but he could handle it for you.
"Damn girl, my knees are going to hurt later." was all he whispered breathlessly, his voice husky, as he held you a little tighter and kissed your temple, sweaty from the fucking this old man had just given you.
god, I need him!! I can make him happy ugh
Support is always welcome! ᡣ𐭩 (pleasee ignore any mistakes)
(💌) bye, bye!
if ANYTHING happens to him................
This game is stressing me tf out
our pookie（๑ > ᴗ < ๑）
the paper wouldn’t let me layer my pastels anymore, so I just painted over it…crisis averted
I bet his face gets so red when it's cold
alternate lighting
All I Wanna Do
leon kennedy x fem!reader
summary: an unavoidable trip to a nature resort has you discovering something new about yourself, all thanks to the handsome owner.
cw: nsfw (18+) - mdni!!, smut, fluff, older!leon, kissing, oral sex, masturbation, dry humping, p in v, spit kink, praise kink, daddy kink, age gap, aftercare
wc: 8.3k
a/n: been going feral over leon since the re9 trailer <3
also on ao3!
You couldn’t remember the last time it had been this cold.
A white puff of air forms from your lips as you stare out at your surroundings. Snow hadn’t fallen yet, but the grass under your feet was wet and slippery, half frozen over. A frown pulls at your lips as you stare out at the cabins, pulling your jacket around yourself tighter. Some of them were lit up, a couple lingering on the porch outside with their arms wrapped around each other.
Your frown deepens, bitterness seeping in and mixing with the chill of the air. This was meant to be your big break, your relaxing trip away from home. Only it wasn’t relaxing to be out in the middle of a forest freezing your ass off with a bunch of strangers for company. Not to mention, you weren’t meant to be here alone. The trip had been planned months ago, back when your boyfriend was kind and caring, and all that other bullshit he had managed to convince you into thinking he was before he had gone and ended up between the thighs of your supposed, and no longer, friend.
A groan escapes you when the memory comes back to mind, and you pat your cheek in an attempt to self-soothe. The booking deposit was non-refundable much to your dismay, and whilst you didn’t exactly want to be here, you’d been too busy wallowing in self-pity to badger an unassuming customer service rep who probably didn’t give a shit about all your woes.
So you’d shoved a few clothes into a duffel bag, along with a few other necessities and made the trip out here, into the freezing – and somewhat beautiful, you could at least admit – wilderness.
Your gaze flits back towards the couple, now entangled in a kiss, the thought of throwing a frozen rock at their heads briefly crossing your mind. Another white puff escapes. You really were pathetic.
You grumble to yourself as you haul your duffel bag to the large, warm-looking wood lodging situated a little way past the cabins, pushing through the doors to find yourself engulfed by heat. It soothes you a little as you poke your head around, examining the large space. There's a cozy fire going, a few tables set out in an open area, a kitchen set off to one side with staff milling around, most probably preparing for the dinner service.
“Hi,” you say tiredly as you trudge up to the receptionist, giving her a wane smile in an attempt to at least appear polite. “I’m here to check in.”
“Sure,” she chirps happily, clicking across the keyboard rapidly, “could I please get your name?”
You tell her, watching with slight bewilderment as her fingers fly over the keyboard again. She glances up at you, her head tilting to look behind you, her brows furrowed.
“I know it’s been booked for two people,” you interrupt. “But he won’t be making it today.” You glance towards a window, taking in the foggy darkness that was beginning to settle in. “Snowstorm,” you explain breezily, forcing a brighter smile onto your face, unsure of why you were trying to explain yourself. “He’s uh– stuck in a snowstorm.”
“Oh, that’s too–”
She’s interrupted by the sound of heavy footfalls, and you glance behind you to find a man trudging his way through the doors, an axe in hand. Serial killer, your tired, wretched mind conjures dramatically as you stand there, rooted to the spot.
“Leon!” the receptionist greets cheerily, smiling at the man as he rounds the reception desk.
He murmurs something you can’t quite catch, and you find yourself leaning forward, curiosity sparking through your veins as you let your gaze trail over his brown hair and broad shoulders.
When he turns to face you, you feel your breath catch. He’s older than you – you figure by the few streaks of graying hair – but he’s… handsome. His hair is a little long, hanging over an eye and you swallow when you spy the stubble covering his jaw. You would keep staring if you could, but he clears his throat and you snap out of your trance, thrusting your hand forward awkwardly.
Leon glances down at your hand, the corner of his mouth twitching with amusement before he takes your trembling hand in his.
Warm, you think dazedly as you introduce yourself, feeling his calloused skin against yours.
Warm, warm, warm–
You manage to let go before you latch on, watching with barely disguised curiosity as he disappears back out the doors.
“That’s Leon,” the receptionist explains as she hands the keys to your cabin. “He owns the place.”
“The entire place?” you ask, brows raising incredulously.
The receptionist nods enthusiastically. “Yeah! The forest is huge, a couple of acres, actually. He opened up the cabins after he stopped working for the government!” She winces when she realizes what she’s said, giving you a sheepish smile. “Sorry, I probably shouldn’t have told you that. I’m… technically not meant to know either.”
“I won’t tell anyone,” you reassure her.
She draws a path on a small map to your cabin and you give her a small smile before you leave, following the path.
The cabin is nice. The fireplace is already lit up, spare wood tucked neatly into a corner nearby. You hum to yourself as you unpack, pulling your jacket off once the warmth in the cabin becomes too much. Exhaustion pulls at your weary limbs, guiding you towards the large bed.
You realize it’s meant for two people when you lay down, curling onto your side to find the space next to you empty. You’re unable to stop yourself from wallowing in self-pity and sniffling, the sleeve of your shirt brushing across your cheeks to wipe your tears. You were meant to be over him, meant to have forgotten about the aching memories, but all it had taken was the size of the stupid bed to send you spiralling.
Wallowing a little more, you eventually drag yourself out of bed for dinner. To your disappointment, the man from earlier – Leon, is missing. You wouldn’t have minded staring at him a little more to ease your sadness, to let your gaze travel over him and figure out what secrets he was hiding.
When the night grows colder, you return to your cabin, shedding your worn clothes. A hot bath later, you burrow under the heap of blankets you’d been wise enough to bring with you, sprawling over the entirety of the bed.
It’s warm and cozy, and in the haze of sleep, you think of Leon’s hand.
–
The next morning – against better judgement – you decide to explore the forest.
Drowning in self-pity wasn’t exactly how you wanted to spend your days here, and you’d figured that the fresh air would do you some good. Your nose scrunches as you walk along the marked trail on the map, fingers tugging at your scarf to ward off the cold.
It was still misty when you had set out, the unforgiving chill biting at your skin. Your eyes squint as you stare down at the map, not quite sure which turn you had taken on the trail. Blinking confusedly, you play with the map, glancing around at the surrounding forest, the cabins and main lodging nowhere in sight.
You spin on your feet, sweat beginning to bead across your forehead. Fingers trembling, you glance up towards the sky only to see that it’s covered by the dense forest canopy.
“Fuck,” you breathe out, feeling your stomach churn. “Fuck, fuck, fuck–” you frantically yank your scarf from around your neck when your body blisters with heat.
You were lost.
And it was all his fault.
“I hope you’re happy!” you snap at the sky. “While you’re too busy fucking her, I’m lost in a fucking forest!” Another irritated shriek escapes. “I hate you! Fuck you, you cheating, vile excuse for a–”
Something crunches in the distance.
You stiffen, clamping your mouth shut. You’d seen one too many true crime documentaries to meet an untimely end in a forest in the middle of nowhere. The leaves crunch against the forest floor once more and you stumble backwards, bumping into something firm.
Head tilting back, all you need is a glimpse of shaggy hair for a scream to tear its way out of your throat. The man behind you sighs heavily, as though you’ve managed to inconvenience him somehow, his arm wrapping around your waist to hold you still as you thrash wildly like a fish out of water.
“Hey,” he murmurs, voice low, “stop screaming.”
“Fat fucking chance,” you screech, trying to claw at his arms. “I’m not fucking dying today, you creep!” Your voice is so shrill that it hurts your own ears. “Help! Let go of me, you fucking– Help!”
He grunts irritatedly, clamping his gloved hand over your mouth. Your eyes widen in panic, a muffled squeak escaping you when he turns you around to face him. Your cheeks flush hot with embarrassment when you see who it is.
Leon.
“You gonna stop screaming?” he asks, his grip on you loosening.
You nod rapidly, sucking in a sharp breath of crisp air when he removes his hand. Leon stares down at you, his brows raising and you clear your throat awkwardly, giving him an equally awkward smile.
“Just– um– just testing out the ol’ vocal cords.” You rub your throat.
“Right,” Leon says skeptically, his gaze flitting over you with mild interest. “The uh– not so dulcet tones of you being lost, is that right?”
You blink up at him, eyes narrowing when you spy a smile playing on his lips. “I have a nice voice!” you protest, stumbling after him when he starts walking back through the forest.
“Sure, sweetheart,” he rumbles, “you nearly took out my hearing with all that screeching.”
“That’s because I thought you were a serial killer,” you chirp, glancing around when he stops in a clearing, several wooden logs stacked into an orderly pile.
Leon glances at you, his brows raising. “Serial killer?” he echoes, reaching down to grasp the axe you had seen him with the day earlier.
“Case in point,” you say pointedly, gesturing towards him. “You have an axe and you own a huge forest, Leon. That’s like, textbook serial killer.”
You flinch when he brings his axe down, stepping back when stray pieces of wood fling about. Leon doesn’t say anything more, instead moving the wood unceremoniously. You decide not to interrupt, squirming on your feet as you watch him, strangely enamoured by the swing of his arms, the flex of his shoulders.
It’s hot, you decide, to watch Leon chop wood. There’s hair falling over his eyes messily, but he doesn’t push it away, instead bringing down the axe over and over again methodically. You bite back an indecent noise when he sheds his heavy jacket, the map in your hand crinkling as you ogle the outline of his broad shoulders and thick biceps through the fabric of his black shirt.
Leon grunts sporadically and you force yourself to look away towards the dark trees, squirming a little more when you feel how sticky your panties are.
“Remind me why you’re out here again?” Leon asks, drawing your attention back towards him as the axe comes down against the log, the wood splintering.
“Character building,” you reply vaguely, shrugging.
Leon lets out a low laugh – the kind that warms you – propping his axe up to run his hand through his hair. You swallow at the action, refusing to let your eyes drop anywhere lower than his stupidly handsome face.
“There are better places to do that,” he muses, his head tilting.
“Sure,” you shrug, kicking at a rock, “but maybe I like the great outdoors.”
Leon hums, stepping closer. “In the middle of winter?” he drawls, a smile pulling at his lips, the corners of his eyes crinkling. The sight is boyish enough to have your heart kicking up in a wild flutter.
“Especially in the middle of winter,” you shoot back, faltering under his line of questioning.
He smiles knowingly and you frown, distracted by the motion of him removing his gloves. You think you can see a few scars littered over his skin, your eyes finding his when you catch him staring down at you intently.
You decide to hold your tongue, lips pursing instead as you rock on your feet awkwardly.
“You’re nervous.”
“For good reason,” you scoff, “you might chop me up to bits with that axe of yours.”
“If I wanted to kill you, you would’ve already been dead, sweetheart,” Leon replies drily, his fingers flexing.
“Well, you–”
He interrupts you with a hush, Leon’s arm curling around your waist to pull you into him. You open your mouth to protest, but his hand is sliding over your mouth once more, his gaze directed towards the forest.
“Shhh,” he soothes, nodding towards a flash of gray. “Look.”
You have half a mind to ask him whether he’s insane, but the gray thing seems to grow larger until it finally appears through the thick foliage. Your breath catches when you see that it’s a wolf, its ears pricked up as it turns to look at you.
Leon hushes you once more when you whimper, his grip on you tightening. You can feel the warmth of his body seeping in through all the layers you’re wearing, lashes fluttering when his chin rests on your shoulder lightly. It’s difficult to keep your eyes on the wolf when all you can think about how nicely he fits against you, how nice it would to feel his weight against yours, his hips settling between your thighs–
You dispel the thoughts as quickly as they come, stumbling against him when the wolf pads closer, its head tilting in curiosity. The overwhelming and entirely stupid urge to reach out flares up inside of you, to coax it closer and let your fingers run through its soft fur.
“Pretty, isn’t she?” Leon murmurs, his hand stroking over your hip soothingly.
You manage a slow nod, sulkily wishing that he was talking about instead. Leon holds you against him for a few moments longer while the wolf examines its surroundings before it’s gone, padding back into the trees leisurely.
“You okay?” he breathes out, turning you to face him, his hands still on your hips.
“I– yes,” you sputter out, peering up at him. “You have wolves?”
Leon runs his hand through his hair. “They usually don’t get so close. You must’ve startled her earlier.”
“What?” you hiss, throwing your hands up. “It– it could’ve eaten me!”
“I highly doubt that,” he laughs softly, letting go of you to pull his jacket back on, his fingers wrapping around the handle of the axe. “Well… unless you taste good.”
You stare at him blankly, following the line of his broad shoulders when he starts to walk away. Not wanting to get lost for the second time today, you follow after him closely.
“Do you?” he asks, offering you his hand to help you climb over a large log.
“Do I what?”
“Taste good?”
Your breath catches in your throat, fingers tightening around his hand. His words leave your brain scrambled, so much so that you lose your footing, yelping as you lurch towards him. Leon grunts as you fall onto him, trying to grab ahold of you. It only causes you to flail more, both of you crashing down onto the fallen leaves covering the forest floor.
You blink down at him dazedly when you realize you’ve landed on top of him, fingers sliding over the back of his head when he groans.
“Sorry,” you wince, shifting in his lap as he sits up, your fingers rubbing at his scalp gently.
“It’s okay,” Leon rasps, his eyes squeezing shut in pain. “I shouldn’t have said that to you. I thought you uh–” he trails off, letting out a soft laugh, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. “I thought you might be into me,” Leon finishes, his eyes fluttering open to peer up at you, “guess I just read into it too much.”
“Oh,” you say, sounding shrill. “Oh! No– I mean–” you stumble over your words, feeling hot with embarrassment. “You didn’t read it into it,” you say finally when you get your brain back in working order.
Leon stares up at you, his brows raising. “I didn’t?”
“No,” you murmur, feeling shy under his intent gaze. “I– I am into you. It’s just… I’ve never been with someone that’s older.”
He nods, his fingers tracing over the curve of your cheek gently. You tremble when he leans in closer, his lips pressing against your cheek gently.
“That’s fair,” he whispers, “it’s a first for me too, being with someone younger.”
You give him a small smile, hands slipping up over his firm chest, arms wrapping around his neck. Leon leans closer, his fingers sliding over your jaw to gently grip your chin. You swallow nervously, gaze flitting from his eyes to his lips.
“You should probably know,” you whisper, pushing his hair out of his eyes. “My boyfriend cheated on me. It’s why I’m out here in the first place.”
“Not for character building?”
You laugh, shaking your head.
“Too bad,” Leon murmurs, cupping your cheek. “I was looking forward to your transformation.”
“Really?” you whisper when he draws you closer, breath hitching when his nose nudges against yours playfully.
“No,” he muses, kissing the corner of your mouth.
Your lips part, a retort sitting on the tip of your tongue, but Leon is surging forward, slotting his lips over yours. A soft gasp escapes you, eyes fluttering shut in surprise before your fingers tighten, drawing Leon closer.
He groans, the sound rumbling against your lips, his hands smoothing over your waist and along the length of your back. You’ve never been kissed in the way Leon does. It’s soft, insistent and wanting, his lips working against yours feverishly as though the next moment might be the last.
The scratch of his stubble against your chin and cheeks has you shivering and mewling, fingers slipping into his hair to tug at the soft strands. Leon jostles you in his lap, shifting you closer until he’s able to kiss you more firmly, his hand cupping your jaw to hold you in place.
You’re dazedly concerned about the fact that you’re making out with Leon with wolves around, but your concerns are soon forgotten as he licks into your mouth, tongue stroking against yours. Whining, you squirm closer, twitching in his lap when he sucks on your tongue lazily. Leon lets out a low, rasping laugh when he hears you, and you whine louder, toes curling in your socks as you pull at his hair harder, desperately wanting more.
He grins up at you when you pull away, eyes lit up with mirth. You let out a petulant huff, pulling his hand towards you again, making him cup your cheek. Nuzzling into the warmth of his calloused palm, you sigh, peering over at him.
“Did–” you sound embarrassingly breathless, “did you want to do more?”
Leon raises his brows, his thumb brushing over your cheek as he pulls you into another soft, slow kiss.
“Yeah,” he whispers, “is that okay?”
You nod, trying not to look too eager, but Leon must see the glint in your eyes because he’s standing up, pulling you to your feet. He says something about his cabin not being too far away, but you’re too busy lacing your fingers together, heart fluttering happily when you see how easily your hand fits against his.
Leon’s cabin is tucked away, past a line of heavily shrouded trees. The main lodging is visible when you step up onto the porch, leaning against the wooden railing as you rock up onto your toes to observe the sprawling expanse of land.
There’s a warmth pressing against your back from behind, arms wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. You sigh, head tilting as you bare your neck to Leon, your fingers tracing over his knuckles when he kisses your neck.
It’s hard to keep your eyes open when he pants into your ear softly, his stubble brushing against your skin as he drags his lips over the length of your neck.
“You like it?” he asks quietly, his chin settling on your shoulder as he looks out at the sweeping trees and dark, misty sky.
“It’s nice,” you murmur, reaching back to play with his hair, “a little dark, but… nice.”
“You flatter me,” Leon says drily, his teeth scraping over your neck in retaliation.
You gasp, fingers tightening around his forearms before he’s pulling you inside his cabin, letting you kick off your boots. He grunts when you push him against the closed door, going willingly when you yank him down using his jacket, moaning into your mouth as you kiss him eagerly.
He’s grabbing at every part of you he can, smiling against your lips when you whine as he grabs your ass, squeezing gently. You paw at his chest, arms slipping around his neck as he hefts you up into his arms, pressing you against a nearby wall as he kisses you.
“I– I wanna–” you whisper, squirming in his arms in an attempt to get him to put you down.
“Wanna do what, baby?” Leon murmurs, pressing closer, capturing your lips in another deep kiss, his hands squeezing at your thighs greedily.
Baby. You nearly swoon right then and there in his arms, the deep, rasping timbre of his voice almost enough to send you over the edge. You squirm a little more, returning his kisses with equal fervor until you manage to pull away with a whimper.
You blink up at him, swallowing harshly. “I wanna suck your cock,” you demand stubbornly.
“I–” Leon trails off, looking a little dazed. “I uh– wasn’t expecting that.”
But his grip on you falters all the same, his mouth opening and closing as he watches you settle onto your feet before you sink down onto your knees.
“Baby,” he tries again, his hand reaching out hesitantly, settling on the top of your head gently. “Are you sure? You don’t have to–”
“Leon,” you say, shifting on your knees to get a little more comfortable on the rug underneath you, “I want to.”
“Okay,” he breathes out, noddily jerkily. “Okay, sweetheart. It’s– fuck, it’s been a while so–”
You smile up at him, biting your lip. “I’ll be gentle, old man.”
“Don’t be a smartass,” Leon rolls his eyes, his fingers running through your hair before they splay out over your scalp.
Your eyes slip shut at the motion, leaning up into it as he strokes your hair lazily. It’s gentle, sweet, and you hazily realize that no one’s ever treated you like this – like you’re soft, like you matter.
Leon’s belt buckle clinks, and you lean forward unconsciously, eyes fluttering open lazily to watch him pull his trousers down. The outline of his half-hard cock sits prettily on his dark boxers, Leon’s hand drifting over it to squeeze gently before his hand settles back into your hair again.
You hum when Leon gasps, nuzzling into his clothed cock contentedly, rubbing your cheek along the thick length. It’s big, you can tell that much just from the outline, drool pooling on your tongue.
“Shit,” he breathes out, his hips bucking when you mouth at his boxers, sucking lazily through the fabric. “Baby, fuck–”
“Can I take it out?” you ask sweetly, your own hand slipping past the waistband of your pants and into your panties to stroke at your sticky folds. You’ve never felt so empty, the ache between your thighs making you rock your hips needily as you mouth at his hardening cock.
“Yeah,” Leon rasps, his darkened eyes watching you, “yeah, sweetheart, go ‘head. Take my cock out.”
You tug his boxers down, throat drying when you see his cock. It’s pretty, flushed dark at the tip, several veins running along the length. You bite back a moan when you see the pre-cum beading at the tip, tongue lolling just in time to catch a glob that falls. Leon mutters a low curse, his hand pressing against the back of your head.
“‘s pretty…,” you whisper, your hand wrapping around his cock, delighted by its thickness and heat, eyes dropping to take in his heavy balls. “‘s really pretty, Leon.”
“Hah– Thank– Thank you, baby.”
His politeness has heat flaring in your stomach, lips pressing against the head of his cock in a fleeting kiss. Leon groans as you kiss along the length of his cock, his fingers flexing against the wall, curling into a fist before long. You take him into your mouth, unable to hold off for much longer, moaning when you feel the weight of his cock on your tongue.
He tastes intoxicating, the silky skin of his cock sliding over your tongue as you wrap your lips around him daintily, letting your lashes flutter up at him.
“Fuck,” Leon says, his brows furrowing in need when you swirl your tongue around his cock, beginning to slurp. “Sweetheart, fuck– look so pretty down there taking my fat cock.”
You preen, batting your lashes up at him a little more, your fingers curling around his thighs greedily, nails digging into his skin. Leon’s hips rock forward when you suck, a hoarse moan escaping him as he watches you hollow your cheeks with wanton intent, his hand slamming against the wall when you begin to bob your head.
“Takin’ me so fuckin’ good,” he snarls, his head tipping forward, eyes squeezing shut.
You watch through the misty haze of lust, your fingers working against your aching clit, rubbing at the swollen bud rapidly as slick pools into your panties. The fabric is probably ruined by now, with how wet you are, a muffled mewl escaping you as you use your other hand to play with his balls. You massage them gently, squeezing and letting your thumb brush over his skin, gagging when Leon’s hips buck too far forward, burying his cock down your throat.
“Shit!” Leon gasps when he hears you, pulling back, pushing his hair out his eyes. “Baby, I’m sorry, you okay?”
“Yeah,” you mumble, cheeks flushed and eyes drooping. You lick your lips. “I– I can take it, Leon,” you say petulantly, leaning forward to nuzzle into his warm thigh, biting into him needily.
He huffs out a hoarse laugh, his fingers cupping your jaw to tilt your head before he’s lowering his head, kissing you sweetly. You whine, hugging his leg tighter with an arm while your fingers slip into your needy cunt, hips rising and falling as you fuck yourself on your hand.
“So pretty,” he whispers, his nose nudging against yours as he wraps his hand around his cock, stroking the length as he watches you writhe on the rug, his thumb brushing over your lower lip. “Can I try something, sweetheart?”
You nod, desperate for attention, for his touch. Leon’s thumb is sliding over your tongue, pressing down as you open your mouth wider, eager for his fat cock back in your mouth. But he doesn’t give you his cock. Instead, Leon’s lips purse, a soft noise leaving him as he spits down into your mouth.
It’s filthy, so terribly obscene and yet it makes your cunt throb harder, thighs squeezing together as violent need unravels through the crevices of your brain until you’re moaning and swallowing, tongue sticking out for more.
“Please,” you gasp, holding your mouth open, staring up into his eyes. “Please, Leon.”
“You’re driving me crazy,” he mutters, shaking his head as he watches you bounce on your knees, his thumb pressing down on the soft wetness of your tongue, hissing when your lips latch on unforgivingly, slurping at the digit. “Didn’t think you’d get me this fucking insane.”
You whine louder, a sliver of brattiness breaking through as you let go of his thumb in favor of lurching towards his thick cock again. You manage to get your lips around it, squirming closer until it’s half-way into your mouth, feeling the tip of it nudge against the back of your throat. You’d never taken it so deep, but you’re feeling stubborn and the uncharacteristic need to please has infiltrated your mind, setting your nerves alight.
“Sweetheart,” Leon grunts, muttering out a low curse when he watches you shift, settling on his boot. “Needy fuckin’ girl, huh? Okay, I’ll give you what you want, greedy little thing.”
His hand finds the back of your head, pressing gently as he urges you forward. You moan around him, hips rocking against his boot, holding him closer as it presses up right between your legs, giving you the friction you need, the relief you need.
“Good girl,” he whispers, letting his hips inch forward slowly. “Good fuckin’ girl.”
You whimper, hollowing your cheeks, trying to relax your throat as he strokes your hair. It’s a little uncomfortable, but Leon taps your nose and you mewl, managing to suck in a deep breath before letting you go lax as he pushes in deeper, just enough to feel your throat convulse around him.
Leon moans hoarsely, holding you there for a brief moment before he pulls his cock out of your mouth, brushing his thumb over your messy, spit-covered lips.
You blink up at him tearily, reaching for him when he leans down to kiss you, panting into his mouth.
“Leon,” you whimper, tears threatening to fall over your lash line at how good it feels to be here with him.
“I know, baby,” he croons, dipping his head to kiss your tears, trailing his lips over your cheeks. “You’re doing so good for me, sweetheart.” He kisses you once more, slow and gentle, letting his nose nudge against yours. “You wanna cum? Hm? Go ‘head and rub that needy little pussy all over my boot, baby, go on.”
You nod rapidly, kissing him eagerly as he cups your jaw, letting your hips roll once more, your fingers worming back into your panties to press against your swollen clit, circling the aching bud desperately. The coil in your stomach grows tighter with every kiss Leon gives you, every brush of his lips against your skin.
Through your hazy gaze, you can see him stroking his cock, pre-cum wetting his hands, the slick sounds emanating through the quiet, dark cabin. It’s a little difficult to get your fingers inside of you with how you’re settled on his boot, so you stick to rubbing your clit, grinding against his boot.
“Gonna cum,” you whisper dazedly, rocking harder, eyes rolling back when Leon’s hand slides over your throat, gently squeezing before he’s tipping your chin up so you can watch him fist his cock.
“Yeah?” Leon rasps, “just from grinding on my boot? You’re so dirty, baby.”
“‘m– ‘m not!” you protest, arching into him. “‘m not dirty!”
“No?” he coos condescendingly, licking into your mouth feverishly until he’s devouring your needy sounds, letting his tongue tangle with yours momentarily before he’s pulling back and spitting into your mouth. “But you’re gonna cum, sweetheart.”
It’s all too much for you. Leon’s hand on your hair, the low, rasping laugh that leaves him when you nuzzle into his thigh, the soft kiss that lands on your cheek.
You cum with a cry, shaking and shuddering and wanting, squirming towards his cock despite the violent twitches that rack through your body. Leon’s laugh is broken by a guttural groan when you suck his balls into your mouth, slurping and letting your tongue run over the hot skin.
“Fuck,” Leon snarls, his voice trembling as he strokes his cock faster, “fuck, baby– fuck!”
He grunts as he cums, hips jerking forward unevenly when you wrap your lips around the spurting head of his cock to swallow his cum down. You lap at the head, letting his heady cum pool on your tongue before you show him, batting your lashes up at him in a way you hope is pretty.
He sinks his teeth into his fist as he watches you swallow it down, fingers coming down to stroke over your throat gently before he kisses you, pulling you up onto shaky feet. You flush when Leon cups your cheeks, fingers trembling against his chest.
He smiles down at you, letting out a soft, disbelieving laugh. You smile back, unable to help yourself, leaning into him as he lets his head drop forward, resting on your shoulder.
“That was fun,” you say breathlessly, running your fingers through his hair.
“Fun,” Leon echoes, letting out a snort. “Sure, baby. Think you might’ve sucked my soul outta my cock.”
“Shut up!” you laugh, hitting his chest.
“What?” he grins, holding you in place as he peppers kisses all over your face making you laugh and squirm, his stubble scratching across your skin. “Gorgeous,” Leon whispers, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw. “You’re so gorgeous. My pretty baby.”
Your heart lurches in your chest, beginning to thud so violently you think it might somehow tear its way out of your chest and find its rightful home in Leon’s scarred hands. He kisses the tip of your nose and you shiver, voice soft when you speak.
“Thank you, daddy.”
You pause when you realize what you’ve said, eyes widening in mortification as Leon’s brows shoot up in surprise. Your mouth opens to apologize, to back-track, to say something to explain why the fucking word daddy has slipped out of all things, but your mind is utterly devoid of thoughts.
All you can manage is an incoherent gargle, the noise making you sound choked.
You’re half-expecting him to turn and pull away from you, but all Leon does is just… stare at you.
“I’m sorry,” you blurt out, “I don’t know where that came from.” You throw your hands up, growing panicked. “I mean, you were just kissing me and stroking my hair and I felt wanted and so fucking safe and I don’t fucking know why I–”
“Hey,” Leon’s voice is soft when he catches your hands, lacing his fingers through yours tightly. “It’s okay, sweetheart.”
“It is?”
“Yeah,” he nods, lifting your hands to brush his lips over your knuckles. “It’s just…,” his brows furrow, “not what I was expecting.”
Your eyes flutter shut when he kisses you, his hands slipping over your sides until he’s pulling you impossibly closer, deepening the kiss. You think there might be some sort of magic laced into the kisses with how they’re easing the tension in your shoulders, the anxiousness in you bleeding out with every press of his lips and stroke of his tongue.
Leon pulls away with a chaste peck, his forehead pressing against yours. His breath is hot as it fans across your face, and you lurch forward to steal another kiss from him. Leon catches you before you can, his thumb pressing against your lips.
“You want daddy to take care of you, baby?”
You blink up at him owlishly. The way he’s speaking to you – soft, low and deep – is rewiring the synapses in your brain, carving out a place just for Leon.
“Yes,” you whisper, head tilting to let Leon kiss your cheek. “Yes– yes, daddy.”
“Good girl,” he murmurs, his hands cupping your thighs as he lifts you up into your arms.
You’re too distracted by his mouth to notice that he’s carrying you to his bed, lashes fluttering as he lays you down. He leans back to shrug his jacket off and you’re doing the same, pulling at all the layers you’re wearing, discarding them hurriedly until you’re moving to tug your socks off.
“Leave ‘em on,” Leon says, pulling his shirt over his head. “They’re cute, baby.”
You’d disagree if you weren’t so distracted by his chest and abdomen. There’s a dusting of hair on his chest and you swallow, letting your gaze travel down over his muscled abdomen spattered with scars. You bite your lip, following the trail of coarse hair that lies below his navel, whimpering when you see his cock hard again.
Leon’s crawling over you, capturing your lips in another deep kiss, his hands brushing over your bare skin.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, staring down at you, “so fucking pretty for me, sweetheart.”
You mewl, fingers sliding through his hair as he mouths at your breasts, back arching when he sucks one into his mouth, his tongue swirling over your areola and flicking at your hardened nipples. If his cabin is cold, you don’t notice, not with the way he’s rubbing against you, the hot heat of his mouth making your eyes roll back as he tugs your nipple with his teeth.
“Daddy,” you whisper, bucking your hips, “daddy, please.”
“Use your words, baby,” Leon murmurs, switching breasts, kissing over the soft skin reverently, his hands squeezing at your thighs. “What do you want from daddy?”
“You!” you gasp desperately, tugging at his hair as he laves over your breast, sucking it into his mouth lazily before he’s letting it slip out of his mouth with a muted pop. “Want– want you to fuck me, daddy.”
“Yeah?” he says, hand sliding between your thighs to cup your pussy, his thumb sliding through your puffy folds to press against your aching clit. “Want daddy deep inside this pretty, little pussy?”
“Yes– ah– yes,” you whine, voice hoarse and broken, hands pawing at his broad shoulders as he slinks lower, head settling between your thighs.
A sharp squeal escapes you when Leon’s mouth latches onto you suddenly, his tongue gliding through your folds, lips sealing around your clit as he sucks it into his mouth. Your legs kick out, hands pushing at his head at the overwhelming sensation, but Leon doesn’t let up, wrapping his arms around your thighs, palms resting on your lower stomach to hold you in place.
You wail, toes curling as you thrash, back arching involuntarily when he fucks his tongue into your aching cunt. The motion has his stubble scraping deliciously along your skin – scratchy and rough.
“Daddy!” you squeal, “‘s too nghh– much!”
“You can take it, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice muffled by your pussy as he laps at your cunt, working his tongue into every now and then until you’re shaking and yanking at his hair desperately. “Be good for daddy.”
You whimper, nodding to yourself as you reach for his hand, heart fluttering when he gives it to you, letting you hold his hand tightly. Broken moans and gasps fill the air as he laps at your pussy, over the slick folds, drinking down the taste of you greedily. He groans into your pussy, the sound travelling through your sensitive flesh, making you twitch.
Leon’s tongue swirls over your clit, flicking against the sensitive bud until you’re squealing louder, your feet slipping over his broad back in an attempt for purchase, only to find none.
“Fuck me,” you say dazedly, pulling at his hair, pouting down at him. “I said– hah– I wanted you to fuck me, daddy.”
He huffs out a laugh, peppering your clit with soft kisses until you whine and squirm again.
“You’re being bratty, sweetheart,” Leon muses, letting his hips roll between your thighs, his fat, heavy cock dragging against your slick pussy. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, groaning when you slip your hand between your bodies, guiding his cock against your pussy.
“Sorry, daddy,” you mumble, not sounding very sorry at all as you let your thumb brush over the head of his cock, mewling happily when Leon whimpers, pre-cum dribbling from the tip of his cock and onto your clit, coating the swollen bud.
“I– fuck– I don’t have a condom on me,” he says, kissing your neck.
“You can pull out,” you offer, peering up at him when he reappears, an arm wrapping around his neck as you roll your hips, feeling the head of his cock nudge against your empty cunt. “Just want you inside, daddy. It aches.” You pout a little more.
“Yeah?” he murmurs, pushing your hand aside to grasp his cock, stroking it once before he presses it against your aching hole. “Okay, baby, take my fat fuckin’ cock then.”
Your eyes widen when his cock starts to push forward, scrabbling at his shoulders when you feel the stretch of his cock pressing inside.
“‘s big,” you whisper, staring up at him, gaze flitting about his face. “Daddy, ‘s too big.”
Leon smiles, his cheeks flushed prettily. “Thought you wanted me to fuck this sweet little cunt, sweetheart. Hm? Should daddy pull out and kiss you instead?”
“No!”
The refusal slips out of you quickly and Leon laughs when he sees the flare of panic in your eyes.
“Sorry, baby,” he says, kissing your cheek. “Daddy’s being mean.”
You pout, pulling him down for a bratty, sloppy kiss as Leon lets his cock sink into you deeper, feeding inch after inch into your until your pussy flutters around him, desperately trying to accommodate his size.
Leon lets you adjust for a moment before he’s drawing his hips back and snapping them forward. You gasp, the sharp noise ripped out of your throat as he watches you, brows knitted together as he fucks his cock into you, setting a pace that has you seeing stars already. He brushes your messy hair out of your face, hand settling on your hand as he drops his weight down onto you, pushing your legs up so that they wrap around him, your ankles locking together tightly.
There’s drool leaking from the side of your mouth, Leon’s tongue catching it as he feeds it back to you, spitting into your mouth filthily as you babble incoherently, eyes rolling back.
“Perfect fuckin’ pussy,” Leon growls, his hands squeezing your hips, so hard that you can feel the bruises beginning to bloom. “Good fucking girl, taking daddy’s cock like a goddamn champ.”
You preen at the praise, managing to draw a gasp out of Leon this time when your pussy clenches around his fat cock, his hips jerking forward when you claw down his back in delirium.
“Daddy– love daddy’s cock,” you slur, feeling his chest press against your breasts, the weight of him so comforting that you coo, legs tightening around him to hold him closer to feel his cock pounding into you with abandon, balls slapping against your ass. “Daddy– ah! daddy, daddy!”
“Daddy’s got you, baby. Doing so fucking good for me,” he snarls, mouth slotting over yours messily, his fingers moving to grip your ass to hike your hips up a little higher.
The new angle has him hitting deeper and you’re squealing, so loud that you think it might be enough to scare off the wolves outside. Leon groans and grunts, shifting his hips until he’s able to hit exactly where you need him, his fat, girthy cock carving its way through your pussy.
You can vaguely hear his bed creaking with every thrust, head tilting as Leon whispers sweet nothings into your ear, his fingers finding your clit. Every brush of his skin against yours has you crying out, the heat of your bodies becoming blistering.
“My perfect girl,” Leon whispers, his fingers splaying over your jaw as he watches your wanton expressions. “My pretty, perfect girl. All for me, hm? Tell me, baby, is this all for me? All for daddy?”
“Y– nghh– yes,” you whisper dazedly, feeling your body rock as he thrusts into you, driving his hips deeper and deeper. “All for you, daddy,” you tremble underneath him, “no one’s– ahh– no one’s ever made me feel this way.”
“Oh sweetheart,” Leon says, his brows furrowing as he watches you pucker up your lips for a kiss. He gives you what you want, letting his lips brush over yours, his hand tangling into your hair. “Tell me what you are then, pretty baby. Tell daddy what you are.”
You blink up at him, lower lip trembling for a moment before Leon kisses you again gently, his nose brushing against yours in silent encouragement.
“‘m daddy’s pretty, perfect girl,” you mumble out shyly, smiling faintly when he kisses your cheek.
“That’s right,” he soothes, brushing his fingers over your clit, beginning to rub faster, in tight, little circles. “Such a good girl for daddy, hm?”
You nod, giggling dazedly when he peppers your cheek with kisses, toes beginning to curl when he grinds his cock into you briefly before he’s fucking you again with long, deep strokes.
He’s moaning into your skin and you whine back, heels digging into his ass when he buries himself to the hilt in your fluttering pussy.
“Gonna cum, sweetheart,” Leon rasps, trying to pull back, his hands settling on your waist as he tries to detach from you. “C’mon baby, you gotta let daddy go.”
“N– no!” you protest, shaking your head at the thought of him wasting his cum when he could cum inside you. “Want it inside, daddy… want your cum inside,” you sound embarrassingly desperate. “Fill me up?” you try, “please?”
“Fuck,” he breathes out, running his hand through his hair as he glances down to where his cock is still buried inside of you.
You blink up at him, arching your back a little, squeezing your breasts before letting your hand drift between your thighs to rub at your clit.
“Please?” you whisper, your other hand reaching to scratch at his abdomen, grazing the coarse, dark hair below his navel. “Fill me up, daddy. ‘m so– so empty.”
“You’re a bad fucking influence,” Leon rumbles, grabbing your chin. “If you want daddy’s cum, you’re gonna have to take every fuckin’ drop.”
You smile at him hazily, lolling your tongue out playfully. Leon’s groaning and rolling his eyes, but he gives you what you want, spitting down into your mouth, letting his tongue glide over yours before he’s moving his hips again.
He seems to be close with the way he’s groaning into your ear, his movements stuttering with each consecutive thrust, fingers digging into your skin tightly. You kiss him sweetly.
“Cum, daddy,” you mewl, peering up into his eyes. “Wanna watch you cum, daddy.”
“Too fuckin’ good to me,” he rasps, his fingers playing with your clit.
Leon’s hips stutter forward one final time, a low whine leaving him as he cums, inching forward to bury his cock into you. You keen when you feel his cock throb, eyes rolling back when his hot, thick cum spills into you, your own thighs twitching as Leon rubs at your clit a little harder.
“Let go, baby,” he manages through rough pants, “cum on daddy’s cock, pretty girl.”
You cry out when he thrusts into you once more, clinging to him as your orgasm hits you, thighs shaking and body twitching as you cum. Leon kisses you lazily through it, his hands stroking over your sides as you ride it out, sagging against the sheets limply.
Leon pulls you into his side after he pulls out and you frown when you feel his cum beginning to leak out of you, pressing your thighs together stubbornly until the heady fog of lust fades and you realize that you’d let Leon cum inside of you.
You watch him when he leaves the bed, silently appreciating his broad back as he stokes the fire before disappearing through a door. He reappears, a warm, damp cloth in hand and clad in a pair of sweatpants and hoodie.
A yawn escapes you as he sits down on the bed, letting him clean you up with a kind of reverence that has your gaze clouding over again. Leon helps you get dressed, forgoing your panties as he helps you into a pair of his boxers, dressing you in his warm clothes, pulling you into his arms soon after.
“You okay?” he murmurs, kissing your cheek. “That was pretty intense.”
“Yeah,” you say, curling into him as he pulls the blankets up over you both. “But it felt good,” you flush a little, burying your face into his chest. “It felt good with you, Leon.”
He laughs, kissing your forehead, rubbing his hands over your back soothingly until you relax against him a little more and come out from where you’ve been hiding.
“Are you okay?” you ask, leaning into his palm when he cups your cheek. “I’m sorry if I was too much–”
“You weren’t,” Leon interrupts, tracing the curve of your cheek. “I told you, you’re perfect, baby. And yeah, I’m okay,” he grins down at you, “think you left a little ache in my joints though.”
You huff out a breath, trying to feign annoyance but he looks so boyish when he grins that you can’t help smiling back. You squirm closer, kissing his cheek before pecking his lips, nuzzling back into his warmth.
“So,” you begin, letting your hands slip under his hoodie to feel his bare skin, “what’s the story with the scars?”
“There’s a few,” he murmurs, nosing into your cheek, “all bad, I’m afraid.”
“Worse than serial killers?”
He snorts, hugging you closer. “Yeah baby, worse than serial killers.”
You bite your lip, eyes softened with affection. You kiss him again, your lips lingering against his like a promise.
“At least you’re here,” you murmur when you see the flicker of apprehension in his eyes. “Alive and warm and um… in the middle of a forest with a pack of wolves?”
Leon lets out a low laugh, his eyes boring into yours intently.
“And with you,” he adds quietly, holding you tighter.
“I’m here with you, sweetheart.”
Merry Christmas to You
RE9 Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader (one shot)
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, strangers to lovers, fast burn lol, age difference (not that it matters lmao), flirting, teasing, slight soft dom Leon, dirty talk, kissing, pet names, praise, slight degradation, pussy play, fingering, oral (f receiving), just the tip, protected to unprotected sex, breeding kink, multiple creampies
I’m dropping a little 5k+ meet-cute-hookup fic for Christmas 🤭 I hope you all enjoy! I wish you the Merriest of Christmases and the Happiest of New Years 💜 💜 😘
apologies for any mistakes and if it’s repetitive lol not proofread ✌️
Stepping into the lodge, your eyes take in all the woodsy Christmas decor. It’s kinda cute, you think—brows wrinkling when you catch sight of the fake light up noses on the mounted deer heads lining the wall. Well… maybe not that cute. Checking in with the bubbly woman manning the reception desk, you step away and head over to the elevator and stairwell.
A man bumps into you, thick bicep clipping your arm and making you stumble with your luggage.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!” He winces, reaching out to grasp your elbow. “I wasn’t paying attention.”
“It’s okay.” You turn to offer him a polite smile and are a little dumbfounded by how attractive this stranger looks.
He’s older than you, crows feet and wrinkles adorning his face with a five o’clock shadow across his jaw. A small, white scar kisses the apple of his right cheek, nearly shielded by the hair hanging down over his face. You catch a glimpse of a few silver hairs interspersed with the sandy strands.
He grins sheepishly, fine cheekbones drawing your eye. “I’d feel better if you let me buy you a drink in apology.”
You laugh. “Okay then, let me drop my bags off at my room, and I’ll meet you at the bar in twenty minutes?”
His brows raise in surprise but his grin widens, crows feet deepening. “Alright, sounds good. See you there.”
Giving you a nod, he walks off further into the lodge, leaving you near the elevators. You smile to yourself and take the first open lift, rolling your luggage in quickly before the doors shut. A giddy feeling of excitement bubbles in your chest like carbonation. It’s not like you to accept an invitation on such a whim, but it’s your vacation and you want to do something different. Something fun.
The elevator dings and you step out onto the second floor, wheeling your bag down the spacious hall to your room. Entering, you give it a quick glance, taking in the open space and soft bed in the center. The window across from the doorway lets in plenty of natural light, the setting sun painting the snow trailing outside the pane a buttery gold.
It doesn’t take you long to get settled in—all that needed to be done was place your toiletries in the bathroom and hang up your clothes in the little side closet. A cursory look at yourself in the mirror by the door shows a young woman dressed more for comfort than seduction. You smooth down some flyaway hairs and pop on some chapstick. Puckering your lips, you give yourself a silly kiss and laugh.
This holiday you’ve promised yourself to just enjoy yourself. No responsibilities, no worries, and no expectations. It’ll be tough to break your anxious mindset of overthinking every single thing—but having a drink with a handsome stranger is a great start. Double checking to make sure you have your phone, wallet, and room key, you lock your door behind you and head back downstairs to the bar.
The man from before catches your eye with a little hand gesture as soon as you step from the lobby into the restaurant. You wave back and make your way over to the booth he’s seated in, facing the entrance in an obvious way. It makes you feel warm, knowing he was waiting for you.
“Hi,” he greets you, standing up from his seat. “I thought I’d wait on you before ordering anything.”
“Oh, you didn’t have to, but thank you.”
As soon as you sit, a man bustles over to the table, quickly taking your orders and hustling over to the bar.
“He seems a bit frazzled,” you wonder out loud.
“Busy time of year I’m sure. I’m Leon, by the way,” the man holds out a hand.
Smiling, you introduce yourself and accept his handshake. The waiter places the drinks on the table and slips away to check on other guests.
“What brings you out here?” Leon picks up his lager and takes a generous sip.
You watch the tendons flex in his hand, noticing the calloused skin stretched across his knuckles.
“Vacation.” You mimic his movements and take a careful drink of your own hot cider. “What about you?”
“Same.” He gives you an easy grin. “Decided to skip out on the work and drama of the holidays.”
You laugh softly. “I totally get what you mean. It’s a bit of a relief to know I’m on my own time.”
“Exactly.”
You both fall into easy conversation, trading anecdotes on your lives that keeps the other amused. After explaining about your day job, you find out Leon works in the government sector—as a contractor of sorts. It’s simple and nice, and before either of you realize it, the bar is closing for the night.
The waiter stops by one last time with the check, and Leon waves away your efforts to pay for your drinks.
“Can’t let such a lovely lady foot the bill. Consider it a gift,” he teases.
That makes you laugh out loud, the warmth of his attention and the cider melding into a deliciously sweet glow. You feel a pang of sadness to think your time together is drawing to a close. Watching Leon sign his name on the receipt, you see him place his card back into his wallet and turn his attention back to you. He runs his hands through his hair, seemingly nervous for the first time since you’ve started talking.
“I know this sounds like a bad pick up line, but would you wanna meet up again? I’m here for the week, and it’d be nice to have company. You’re, uh, easy to talk to.” His lips quirk, giving him a nervous tilt to his mouth.
“Um, sure,” your voice cracks and you clear your throat—embarrassment creeping into your tone. “I’m having a good time with you, too.”
He smiles, a boyish grin that hints at what he looked like when he was younger. “Would you like to meet here for dinner tomorrow?”
“Sounds good,” you agree readily.
“It’s a date then,” he says, and it makes you feel toasty inside.
The walk to the elevator is chummy, with Leon telling you dad jokes that have no business being as funny as they are; you part ways once the lift stops on your floor, Leon giving you a little wave as you step off while he continues on to the third floor. Once you’re back inside your room, you quickly shower and change into your comfy Christmas pajama’s (Snoopy’s wearing little Santa hats). Shutting off the lights, you crawl into bed and fall asleep while staring at the snow falling outside the window.
The next couple of days pass by in a blur; you explore the little town a few miles away from the lodge, visiting the quaint shops and buying a couple of souvenirs for yourself. The evenings are spent with Leon, at the same booth where you introduced yourselves, talking and laughing and just enjoying each other’s company. It’s the best vacation you can remember taking in forever.
The morning of Christmas Eve dawns as bright as usual. You find yourself dressing warm for the short journey through the snow back into town—wanting to pick up a last minute gift for Leon. You saw it in the window on your walk back the other afternoon, and you just decided to bite the bullet and get it for him. If he doesn’t like it, you’ll keep it with your other souvenirs.
Stopping out front of the store, a pleased smile crosses your face. The etched bourbon glass still sits in the place you last saw it. It doesn’t take you long to make the purchase, but the storekeep ropes you into a conversation about Christmas movies and before you know it, the day has tipped over into a golden afternoon. Bidding the sweet elderly man goodbye, you start the frosty walk back up to the lodge.
The snow picks up on the last half of your trek, but luckily, you get to your room with plenty of time for you to change out of your damp clothes into something more comfortable. Grabbing Leon’s gift, you make your way down to the restaurant, nerves jittery. You catch his eye when entering the room, sending him a quick smile as you pick you way through the crowded space to reach the booth.
“Hi.” Leon moves to stand up, like he always does when you join him, but you quickly sit before he can do much more than twist his torso.
“Hi,” you reply, a little breathless. “Kinda packed out tonight, huh?”
“Think they’re doing a Christmas Eve party or something.” He glances around. “Heard a couple of people talking about it as they passed by.”
“Oh, okay.” You fidget in place before placing the gift bag in front of him on the table. “So, I hope it’s not weird of me, but I got you something.”
His eyes soften in a way that makes your heart trip over itself.
“You didn’t have to do that,” he murmurs. “But thanks. That’s really sweet of you.”
He pulls out the crinkled tissue paper and reaches into the bag. Pulling out the glass, he grins crookedly over at you before looking back down at his gift.
“I feel like you know me too well for such a short time,” he laughs, lifting the glass up to catch the light.
You practically beam at him, smile wide across your face. “You like it then?”
“Yes. I do.” He reaches across and takes one of your hands in his own, squeezing it gently.
A perky waitress deems that moment worthy of interrupting and steps up to the table to ask your orders. Since it’s Christmas Eve, you both decide on the special that she rattled off at the beginning. Once she leaves, Leon places his gift to the side and draws you into pleasant conversation.
The evening zips by and it seems like in just a blink, the restaurant is slowly clearing out leaving only small pockets of people a little more jovial than when they arrived. Leon helps you up from the booth, keeping his arm around you as he leads you both out into the lobby. He stops next to the Christmas tree on display. You take in the huge fir tree—lit with multicolored lights, silver tensil strung across its boughs with a brightly lit star topping it all off.
“Hey, uh, would you want to join me in my room?” You glance over at Leon and see him looking up at the tree. When you don’t reply he shifts his gaze to you. “Seems a shame to end the night already. And, I’ve got a killer mini bar—fully stocked.” He drags out the last words in a playful tone that has you giggling.
“Sure, that sounds nice.”
A boyish grin pulls the corners of his lips up and he chuckles happily. “Okay. Well, right this way, then.”
Moving his arm to link through yours, Leon guides you away from the tree and over to the elevators. A shy quiet surrounds the two of you, but it’s filled more with anticipation than any awkwardness. Arriving at the third floor, Leon walks you down to his room at the far end of the hallway. Swinging open the door, he allows you to enter first and then follows after.
“Your room has a fireplace?” You gasp out, surprised and delighted.
“Yeah, I splurged a little and upgraded my suite.” He runs his hand through his hair—a nervous tic that you’ve picked up on in the few days you’ve known him.
“I’m so jealous,” you rib, making your way to the couch near the fireplace.
“That was my plan all along,” he jokes back, placing your gift down on the dresser. “Want me to get a fire going?”
You bite your lip. “If you don’t mind? I don’t want to put you out or anything though.”
“I don’t mind. I wouldn’t have offered otherwise.”
You hum in want of a reply as he kneels next to the hearth and builds a fire. Once the kindling catches and a nice rosy flame flares up, he settles onto the couch next to you.
“This is nice,” you sigh, basking in the heat from the fire and the warm body next to you.
“You’re nice,” he murmurs near your ear, making you turn toward him.
His blue eyes seem darker than before and they drop down to your lips. He cups your jaw and brushes his thumb across your bottom lip. Butterflies take flight and your stomach swoops in nervous excitement.
“Can I kiss you?”
“Yes.”
Leon dips his head and brushes his mouth softly across yours. The rasp of his stubble makes your body tingle pleasantly. You chase after his lips and kiss him harder, mouth parting wetly with a sigh. His tongue glides across your bottom lip before slipping inside your mouth to swipe across your own. He continues to cup your face, but his free hand drops down to grip your waist. Your kisses get sloppier.. deeper.. wetter. Pressing the dough of your thighs together, you try to alleviate the ache in your clit.
Moaning, you twist to face him more easily and he pulls back with a chuckle.
“Hang on, sweetheart. I have an idea.”
He pulls you back to lay against his chest—between the spread vee of his legs—allowing you both to gaze into the crackling fire. Leon presses kisses against your neck, and it sends chills down your arms. His tongue licks the shell of your ear and trails down to your lobe, pulling the delicate skin into his mouth with soft suction. You whine and wiggle back against him, feeling his cock throb against your ass.
“Patience,” he croons. “Gonna get that pussy nice and wet before burying my face between your thighs.”
“Oh, god,” you gasp, sinking back against him until there’s no space left.
His hands move from lazily tracing patterns against your belly through your shirt to slipping down past the band of your comfy sweats and your panties. Leon’s hand cups your pussy, fingers lightly petting against your cunt lips.
“Oh, such a soft, warm, little pussy,” he rumbles. “Mmm, and she’s already wet for me.”
His fingers dip into your cunt and pull away to smear slick across your pussy lips. You squirm and he hums again, a reassuring note that has you settling down. His fingers trace the same nonsensical patterns against your slit from earlier, dragging the digits across the soft skin of your cunt. He pets your curls, gently tugging on your pubic hair until you squirm again. Chuckling, his fingers soothe against your mound, and then taps a staccato beat on your swollen clit.
“Let’s get these clothes off so I can see that lovely cunt.”
Your hole flutters around nothing as he kisses a spot right behind your ear. Lifting your hips up, he leans forward—chest staying pressed against your back—and helps you slip your clothes off until you’re bare from the waist down.
“Fuck me,” he whispers, dragging you back tighter against him, his arm a warm band underneath your breasts. He pets across your mound, teasing your curls. “Mmm, sweetheart, I could just…”
“Eat.” He lightly slaps your cunt and you whine.
“You.” Another slap to your wet slit.
“Up.” He lands one last slap to your pudgy bud, and your hips jump up into his hand.
“Leon,” you moan, hands fluttering at your side until you allow them to dig into his muscled forearm holding you in place.
“I know,” he simpers, fingers slowly circling your clit before slapping it with the pads of his first two fingers. “Who knew such a sweet girl had such a hungry little pussy.”
A high keening whine slips from your mouth, head falling back to rest against Leon’s shoulder. He chuckles, the sound reverberating through your back. His fingers spread your cunt lips, webs of slick shining in the firelight.
“She’s crying for me,” he muses, and it sends little bolts of arousal to pulse in your clit.
His fingers ghost across your leaking hole and you mewl. Chuckling at how needy you sound, he pinches your pussy lips before brushing a thumb across your pudgy bud. Your thighs shake with the effort to keep them open, body needing to move—wanting him to touch you more.
Leon’s palm presses down on the hood of your clit, dipping his middle and ring fingers into your hole. You buck up into his palm, panting at the pressure on your clit.
“You need it, don’t you?” He murmurs, fingers stroking your walls before curling and rubbing against the spongy spot at the front of your cunt.
“Yes, yes, yes,” you chant, eyelashes fluttering at the feeling of finally having something in you.
Scissoring his fingers inside your snug cunt, he slowly slides them in and out of your clenching hole. He pulls his fingers out to smear slick across your sensitive bundle of nerves before pressing them back inside. You lose yourself to the pressure of his fingers stretching your cunt until he finally pulls his hand completely away.
Bleary eyes take in the movement of his hand as it moves past your face—you then hear him suck his fingers. “Fuck, you taste good. Think it’s time I kiss that soft, pretty pussy.”
Shuffling you both around, he kneels on the rug in front of the couch with your legs splayed open in front of him.
“C’mon don’t be shy,” he teases, kissing your knee and helping you scoot down until your ass is on the edge of the cushion. “There we go, fuck, you look so good.”
His warm palms keep your thighs pressed open as he ducks his head down, licking a broad stripe up your pussy. Kissing across your cunt lips, he hums a pleased note. The dough of your thighs tremble underneath his hands as you moan over and over with every sloppy kiss and lick to your pussy. Tongue parting your slit, he teasingly presses the tip into your dripping hole. He changes course and runs the slick muscle up your slit before circling your pudgy bud.
“I was right,” he mutters, kissing your clit. “So fucking soft, got the most perfect little pussy.”
Another wave of arousal washes over you, slick leaking from your hole as he suckles your clit back into his hot mouth. Letting go of your swollen bud with a wet pop, he kisses your pussy all over, dragging his lips up and down your slit, running his nose across your puffy clit with every bob of his head. His scruff rubs against your soft cunt lips, in direct contrast to his hot tongue, making your body twitch.
As the seconds drag on into minutes, your body climbs closer and closer to orgasm. Leon’s strong, calloused hands squeeze the fat of your thighs and you mewl needily, your hands reaching down to tangle in his mussed hair. His tongue flutters inside your hole and you moan high in your throat, hips writhing against his hungry mouth. Pulling his lips away with a loud schlick, he sits back on his haunches, making your hands draw away, while his thumbs rub the skin of your thighs.
“W-Why did you stop?” Your breath gusts from your mouth, feeling on edge and unsatisfied. Your hole clenches around nothing, body tight with tension, hands now gripping the cushion on either side of your hips.
“Let’s move this to the bed. I’m ready to stuff your cute cunt, sweetheart.”
“Oh.”
He helps you to your feet, hands groping your ass and making you giggle a little deliriously. As you make your way over to the bed, Leon helps you slip off your top and bra leaving you totally nude. He nudges you up onto the soft sheets as he strips down to nothing and joins you. You take in his toned body, stomach a little soft but no less attractive. Scars crisscross his chest and ribs, your fingers twitching to trace them. His cock is so pretty, you think—flushed a rosy pink, his tip dripping and pearlescent in the light of the fire.
Leon boxes you under his body, cock leaving a sticky trail of precum along your inner thigh. Kissing you heatedly, he rocks his hips down to grind his dick against your wet pussy. You card your fingers through his hair, nails scratching his scalp and hearing a low rumble from his throat. His tongue slips past your lips to glide alongside yours, teasing you to kiss him harder.
Arching your back, you rub your body against his, nerves alight and tingling. He slowly grinds his hips against yours, smearing slick and precum between your thighs and all over his cock. You gasp and whine between his kisses, hands scrabbling against his neck and shoulders, trying to pull him even closer. His tip glides between your pussy lips and you both let out guttaral sounding moans.
“Hang on a sec,” he murmurs against your lips, slipping from the bed to rifle in his bag on the floor.
Rejoining you, you notice the shiny foil clasped in his hand.
“Wasn’t sure if you’d be into barebacking.” His words makes you smile up at him.
“Thanks.” You wrap your hand around the nape of his neck and pull him down for a kiss.
“Although,” he breathes out between kisses. “I definitely wouldn’t mind it. Would love to feel your hungry little pussy on my bare cock.”
You mewl into his mouth, back arching to press your tits against his chest. He shudders and thrusts his tongue into your mouth, moaning as he deepens the kiss. His beard is rough on your softer skin, but it only makes you wetter. One of his hands comes between your bodies to tug and pinch your nipples. More slick leaks from your pussy, dripping down onto the comforter.
Leon plays with your nipples until they ache in the best way, leaving your breasts feeling heavy and full.Finally pulling away from your mouth, he sits back enough to tear open the condom packet and slide it down his thick length. Leon grips the base of his dick and smacks it down on your pussy, right across your clit. Moaning, you roll your hips upward, wanting more.
“Ready?”
At your nod, he clicks his tongue. “Use your words, sweetheart. I need to hear it.”
“Please, Leon, I want your cock.”
“Good girl,” he croons, using his thumb to press the head of his cock down to your entrance.
He glides the tip of his cock in and out of your cunt, your hole clenching down on him with every teasing thrust.
“Should I drag it out? Hmm?” He ruts his cock back and forth, never slipping more than the tip into your pussy.
Groaning, he grips the base and guides his cock to smack your slit. Your neck lifts, angling so you can stare down your body at where he rubs his condom covered dick across the swell of your clit. Whining, you paw at his chest, nails scratching at his pecs.
“Leon, please, I want it, fill me up,” you beg, head falling down onto the bed. “Need you to fuck me.”
“Such a sweet girl,” he coos, notching his cock at your entrance. “Too bad you won’t let me raw your little hole, baby. It’d feel so good.”
Whimpering, you rock your hips up, aching to have him thrust into your fluttering cunt.
“Leon,” his name slips from a plaintive whine to a searing gasp as he sinks into your slick hole.
“Oh fuck, that’s it,” he groans, settling his hips against yours, cock buried to the hilt inside your silky pussy. “Gripping me so tight. You need this, don’t you, baby?”
“Uh huh,” you mumbled dazedly, pussy spread open by the thick length—stretching you deliciously. Your clit throbs and you realize that you’re moments away from climaxing. “Oh god, Leon, I think I’m g’nna cum.”
“Fuck yes,” he pants, fucking into you deeper and harder. “Cream all over my cock, let me feel this tight little cunt squeeze my dick.”
You’re sure you look like a fish out of water—mouth open and gasping for air—but you feel too good to care. Pussy clamping down on his cock, your back arches and you claw at his biceps, nails digging into the skin and leaving marks.
“Shit,” Leon lets out a choked laugh. “Strangling my cock—fucking hell.”
He stills, cock twitching and hard as he stays snug inside your pulsating cunt, letting you ride out the aftershocks of your orgasm before slowly pulling himself out. Leon pinches the tip of the condom and tugs it off, hissing as it wetly clings to his dick.
Your legs and arms flop onto the bedding, body a dichotomous mix of exhausted and wanting. He grins down at your hazy expression.
“Let me go grab another condom,” he says as he begins to climb out of bed.
“No,” you stumble over the word. “No, uh, I mean I’m fine without it. You can just pull out.”
His eyes widen, but the hungry look he levels at you only deepens as you speak.
“Yeah? I can fuck that sweet pussy raw?”
“Yeah,” you whisper, tugging him down on top of you. “I wanna feel you.”
He groans, rutting his cock against your sopping wet slit. “But I gotta pull out?”
You nod your head. “Uh huh.”
“But… don’t you wanna know what it’s like to have your hole bred? All that thick, sticky cum just filling you up. Bet you’d loved it, be a cum hungry slut after you got a taste.”
White hot heat spears itself through your core. You roll your hips harder against him, rubbing your clit against the underside of his drippy cock. “D-don’t say that.”
He coos, “I’m only teasing. I don’t mind to pull out.” He leans closer, voice dropping low. “But you can’t tell me it doesn’t make you wet to think about me creaming your soft little pussy.”
Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, you reach down to press his tip against your hole. “Fuck me, Leon.”
Slowly, he inches his cock inside your sopping wet cunt, groaning and mumbling under his breath until he’s fully seated inside you.
“It’s so—fuck, it’s so good,” he mutters, grinding his hips in half circles. “So much hotter and wetter than I thought. Feels so fucking good on my cock.”
Leon pushes up onto his palms, arms straining as he holds his weight above you and jerkily humps your pussy. His cock sinks into you again and again, rubbing against the spongy spot at the front of your cunt as his pelvis teasingly brushes across your swollen and slippery clit.
Whimpering, your hands grip at Leon’s shoulders to keep you grounded in the moment. With every pump of his hips, you feel yourself drawing closer and closer to another orgasm.
“I’m gonna cum again,” you mewl, wrapping your legs around his waist, needing him even deeper.
He licks into your mouth with a sharp moan before pulling away with a small bite to your bottom lip. “You’re so fucking tight.”
“Feels so good,” you pant.
“God, I’m about to lose it,” he groans, hips shifting into quick shallow thrusts that grinds against your g-spot perfectly. “Let go of me, sweetheart, so I can pull out.”
A thrill races down your spine and you tighten your legs where they’re still wrapped around his hips, ankles crossing against his ass.
“But I’m so close,” you mewl, arousal ramping up higher and higher.
“Baby, if you don’t move your legs you’re gonna make me cum inside your tight little hole,” he pants, pupils blown wide. A grin spreads across his face. “Unless… you want a fat load to drip out of this hot, wet pussy.”
Your cunt clenches around him and he laughs, making you whine needily.
“Oh fuck, you do. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to cum nice and deep.” He leans down to kiss your neck. “Gotta make sure I breed your sweet cunt the way she wants. She’s just begging for a creampie.”
Your nails scratch lines into his shoulders and he hisses in pleasure, hips pumping his cock faster into your squelching heat.
“What a dirty girl, not letting me pull out,” he simpers against your ear. “Trying to baby trap me, sweetheart? Make me knock you up.”
“Oh fuck, Leon, that’s,” you moan, not even able to finish your sentence. The thought of him knocking you up snaps that tight band of arousal in your belly and you cum hard.
Neither of you expect it, but it doesn’t stop Leon from fucking you rough and fast. He chases after his own climax, using your cunt to find his own release.
“God, that’s it, fuck, cumming cause you want me to stuff your soft, fat pussy? Fucking so hot,” he growls. “Yes, fucking milk me, milk my cock. Gonna breed you so deep, you’ll be dripping my cum for days.”
He mutters, incoherent to your buzzing ears, and sinks in as far as his cock can go—shooting rope after rope of his thick jizz into your spasming pussy. Moaning, he pulls you into a sloppy kiss. His tongue licks into your mouth as he spurts more cum into your sensitive pussy.
“Fuck, I can’t stop,” he whines, slowly rutting his dick into your messy cunt. “I’m gonna keep going til it stops, okay? Fuck, just lay back and take it.”
You nod, light headed and turned on. Leon keeps rocking his cock slowly into your cum filled pussy. The sound is obscene, but it only makes it hotter. He groans and hums against your lips, making out with you as he fucks his spend deeper into your used cunt. You’re not sure how much time passes, too cockdrunk and sated to care, before he’s spilling a second load into your pussy.
“Mmm, good girl, taking it so well,” he pants, voice wrecked. “Fuck, never came so much at one time. Got the perfect fucking pussy. God, just wanna keep stuffing you full of my cum. Would you like that? Wanna stay here and just let me use your soft cunt?”
Shuddering, you moan, “Yesss, god, that sounds so good.”
“I know,” he hums, kissing you again. “Just keep that hole dripping with cum the entire time you’re here.”
Nuzzling into your neck, he continues to drop little kisses all over your throat. Eventually, his cock softens, and he slips out of your wet heat with a sigh. He collapses down into the bed next to you melodramatically, and you giggle, rolling over to snuggle into his side.
“Wanna take a shower together?” He mumbles into the sheets.
“Sure,” you yawn, jaw cracking. “But maybe a quick catnap first?”
“Okay.” He pushes up from the mattress and climbs out of bed. “Let me grab a washcloth really quick.”
Disappearing into the emsuite bathroom, you hear the water running for a moment before he pads back into the room. Grabbing your thigh, he parts your legs and pauses for a second.
“That’s so fucking sexy.” He sucks his bottom into his mouth, eyes taking in the creamy mess between your thighs.
Feeling a little embarrassed, you try to close your legs at his heated gaze. The movement pulls Leon from his staring and he gently runs the warm, damp cloth across your puffy cunt and wet thighs.
“Sorry, got distracted,” he winks, a playful smile overtaking his face. “This okay?”
“Yeah, thanks.” You meet his smile with one of your own.
He walks back to the bathroom to toss the cloth into a hamper. Once he makes it back to the bed and you, he pulls you to his chest, dropping kisses across your cheeks and jaw.
“This is the best Christmas I could’ve asked for,” he mumbles against your temple, sleep slurring his voice.
“I was thinking the same thing,” you whisper, kissing his chin.
Leon hums and hugs you to him a little tighter. His slow even breaths lull you to sleep, a happy contentment filling your chest. The silly little refrain from a holiday poem is the last thought in your mind before falling asleep—Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.
i saw you’re back (welcome back!) and taking requests if you’re up for smut i’d love a little pussy inspection after bucky fills you up but if you prefer a non smut req maybe new year’s eve with bucky? anyways welcome back!!
a/n: oh, i don't know if i'd say that i'm back, i'm just here right now... also happy new years! i kinda combined the two ideas, hope it's okay, i just wrote it quickly tonight when i went to the bathroom and checked my phone, then just scribbled the fantasy down when i saw this in my inbox, so it's not edited or anything, so sorry if there are any mistakes.
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“Fuck…” Bucky grunted as he withdrew from your warm cunt.
You were still in a daze, panting, eyes closed and quivering in your bent-over position against the wide sink in the bathroom. The party that the pair of you had disappeared away from still roaring on outside the restroom, though as Bucky breathlessly sloped down to let his wide metal hand spread you apart to take in the way that his load now slowly leaked out of you, he was the only one to hear the countdown seeping through the door.
Briefly dipping down to plant a peck on the curve of your ass before your dress tumbled back down to cover you up, he ended the small kiss with a playful nibble before he straightened back up.
Ceasing your still melted frame, he gently scooped up your head and twisted your jaw back to him till his lips met yours halfway in a smouldering kiss.
“Happy New Year, sweetheart…” he echoed the booming voices that had erupted on the other side of the door, his nose softly nuzzling against your own.
© 2025 thyme-in-a-bubble
DINNER RESERVATION
[RE9!Older!Leon / Fem!Reader]
(Leon got a reservation at an exclusive, upscale restaurant. You make it a point to dress up for the occasion - Maybe a little too well.)
Word Count: ~ 5k Rating: E - porn very little plot, established relationship, age gap implied but not explicitly mentioned, fingering, vaginal sex, car sex Author’s Note: I am finally on year-end-vacay, yay! I paused my current WIP to write this and contribute my iteration of Requiem Leon and his Porsche after this great reveal at The Game Awards! Wrote and designed this in one sitting so please excuse some sloppy writing here and there 🫠 Otherwise, enjoy!
You felt like a foolish teenager, standing in front of the full-length mirror in your bedroom, hands scrunching your hair as you tried to simulate an updo. Indecisively, you pursed your lips, painted a deep, elegant shade of dark red – not only did the color suit the planned evening, the name had won you over just as much: Red Over Heels.
When you’d bought it, the name had almost convinced you more than the shade itself. You’d stood in the beauty boutique, quietly amused by the designation for a lipstick, before presenting it to your new boyfriend. First to draw his attention to the name – and only then to the color, which looked stunning on you. The lipstick had ended up in the shopping basket alongside a few other high-end products, paid for with a credit card that was, quite possibly, limitless. You earned your own money, and not a small amount – but the amounts he made were probably beyond anything you could even conceptualize. Seven figures, maybe.
That was probably why you’d gone all out tonight. Or maybe because a date night like this was rare. Full glam. The most expensive version of yourself. Your best makeup skills, your favorite dress, the sexiest lingerie you owned. You only hoped you looked as much like a million dollars as you felt. If only you could decide on a hairstyle.
You blew a raspberry and let your hair fall loose. Maybe just taming it a little would be enough. It would have to be enough. He surely liked you even without an elaborate hairstyle – the rest was elaborate enough already.
You were just putting on the final touch in the form of jewelry – also courtesy of him – when the doorbell rang. Both of you right on time, as you always seemed to manage.
“Coming!”
Still fastening your last earring, you hurried as fast as you could in your black heels, adorned with golden details, toward the apartment door. You opened it with a bright smile – only to be greeted not by his face, but by a bouquet of flowers. Your heart made a small, happy leap. You hadn’t been together all that long, but he clearly knew you well enough not to buy cliché roses. No – this was a bouquet of wildflowers, not too big, perfectly suited for your living room.
The bouquet shifted to the side, revealing a softly smiling Leon Kennedy – that endlessly attractive man who, through an almost impossible chain of events involving the White House, the FBI, bureaucracy, and finally, a question from Ingrid Hunnigan, had crossed your path and stayed there ever since.
You’d never thought that an agent his age – well-traveled without a doubt, and so easy on the eyes – wouldn’t be married with a family, or at least in a long-term relationship. In any case, you hadn't believed a word he said when he’d told you on your first date in an upscale wine bar that he was in his late forties. Born in 1977. You’d quickly swallowed your sip of wine just to ask, “Beg your pardon?” Not because he was too old for you – but because he was far too well-built, moved far too agilely.
You’d studied him more closely then: the broad shoulders beneath a long-sleeved, comfortable-looking cotton sweater, the way the fabric stretched lightly over his upper arms, hugging his body, his shape unmistakable – because it was hard to hide even under a sweater. The only thing that could have given away his age were the lines on his face, the darker skin beneath his rare blue eyes – like snow falling from the sky on a warm summer day.
“Deal breaker?” Leon had asked with a smirk into his wine glass.
You’d blinked, snapping yourself out of the spell of his appearance, and shaken your head a little too vehemently. “N-No. No!”
Quite the opposite – from that moment on, you’d needed more liquid courage, so you took another sip of wine and ordered a fresh glass. Leon had noticed, judging by the raised eyebrows and the self-satisfied grin forming on his face.
That night, both of you had thrown your good intentions of courtship out the window – and Leon had shown you exactly what a man his age had up his sleeve.
“Wow, those are beautiful,” you said now, accepting the wildflowers from him.
“They try,” Leon replied, “but they’re not as beautiful as you.”
He leaned casually against your doorframe, arms crossed. He, too, had dressed up – uncharacteristically so – wearing a tailored suit, his dark-blond hair neatly styled, his face clean-shaven. As so often, the clothes fit him perfectly: not too loose, not too tight, accentuating exactly the right parts of his body. He really didn’t look as old as he claimed to be. In his eyes sparkled a rare mix of affection and appreciation as he studied you in return.
“You look incredible.”
His gaze drifted over your lightly styled hair, your accentuated eyes, lingered for a few seconds on your lips before continuing – over the elegant sway of the off-the-shoulder black dress that reached just below your knees, the sheer black nylon on your legs – keen to figure out whether those were stockings, maybe even with lace – all the way down to your black heels. His lips parted slightly, a soft breath escaping them.
“Incredible…” he repeated, letting the word fade into the room.
“Likewise, Mr. Kennedy.”
Your sugar-sweet words were followed by a step forward and a gentle brush of your lips against his – the lipstick was expensive, but you weren’t quite sure how kiss-proof it was. Leon’s mouth curved even further into a satisfied smile. You couldn’t resist adding, “Better not get used to it”, with a mischievous glint.
“Ah,” Leon waved it off. His arms untangled themselves, fingers finding your chin to keep your eyes on him. “You know I much prefer you in my sweatpants. They suit you much better than me.” He seemed to understand your earlier gesture, planting a kiss on your cheek.
“They really do, don’t they?” you replied with a shy smile, turning away to quickly put the flowers in a vase. They smelled like meadow, fields, open land. “Do you want to come in for just a moment?” You opened a kitchen cabinet and produced a suitable vessel.
“Better we leave so we’re on time for our reservation,” came from the apartment door.
“Okay! Just a moment. Let me get my purse.” The flowers found their place on your kitchen counter between kitchen and living room. On your way to the door, you grabbed your clutch and a shawl for your shoulders. Leon’s hand settled between your shoulder blades as you walked down the hallway toward the elevator.
“How did you even manage to get such a last-minute reservation at such an exclusive restaurant?”
Ever the gentleman, Leon had opened the door to his Porsche – another clear hint at just how much he must earn – helping you into the passenger seat before the engine roared to life. Now you sat comfortably in the spacious, cozy car with its passenger console, tuning the radio.
“Had Hunnigan call for me.”
Your head snapped toward Leon, who was wearing a mischievous grin.
“You’re kidding?” Did government dispatchers make restaurant reservations now?
He chuckled softly. “Yeah, I’m kidding.”
You sighed and rolled your eyes playfully.
“Some guy on Hunnigan’s team couldn’t make his reservation and asked around if anyone wanted to take his place. She told me and… here we are.”
“Lucky coincidence, I’d say.” You sank deeper into the upholstery. You’d already looked at the menu beforehand and had deliberately not eaten much today – hopefully you wouldn’t order too much, given the prices.
Leon hummed in agreement. “You deserve a nice evening.” His right hand left the steering wheel and settled on your thigh, over the soft fabric of your dress. Your own hand covered his, skin rough and marked by years of service to his country. He’d have to tell you sometime what exactly it was he did. It had to be something important – Secret Service, probably. And likely not something he was even allowed to talk about.
“You do too,” you murmured. Leon traveled a lot. Was gone a lot. Sometimes you wouldn’t hear from him for days while he was away. Then he’d suddenly knock on your door as if nothing had happened, mumbling something about bad reception. But in the short time you’d spent together, you’d seen them – the cuts scattered across his body, fresh and old alike. His work was dangerous – and one day, he’d have to tell you about it.
His hand lay flat against you, moving in slow, calming circles over the fabric of your dress, messing it up where it rested. The silky material shifted back and forth, revealing more of the dark nylon, more of your leg. A change Leon could only feel – his eyes firmly fixed on the road.
“I’m already having a nice evening,” he chuckled. His hand traced wider paths over your dress, messing up the fabric even more as he subtly tried to feel what lay beneath. He thought he could make out the lace he was hoping for at your thigh, and drew in a heavier breath. “You look incredibly sexy in this.”
You watched his hand roam over an ever-growing stretch of your leg, and you’d be lying if the way he moved it wasn’t enticing – or if you hadn’t noticed the hunger behind it. It tugged at you, around you and inside you, and your hand slid off his, letting him have his way. Leon shifted in his seat noticeably.
“Thought you preferred me in your sweatpants?” you countered with a challenging grin he could only hear in your voice.
Another soft chuckle. “Doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate it when my girlfriend dresses up for me.”
“You can’t even see,” you teased, a soft giggle slipping out.
“Doesn’t matter,” came the retort. “I prefer to feel anyway. You know that.”
Oh yes, you knew. Leon was a man who acted on instinct. It was evident in the way he explored your needs instead of asking about them. It often felt like he interpreted every hitch of your breath, every ripple of goosebumps, every one of your touches perfectly – translating them into exactly what you needed in that moment: his tongue, his fingers, his cock. All of it delivered with such devotion and understanding of your body, as if you were the long-married wife he knew by heart.
And even now, you knew he noticed – the way his hand moved, the careful tug upward at the hem of your dress, made the heat rising inside you, your knees drifting apart without conscious thought. You knew he noticed… because that same hand slid from the fabric of your dress down onto your nylon stockings, just shy above your knee.
Tension built in your body as you braced your hands on either side of the wide seat, shifting in it, not quite sure where to put yourself.
“Eyes on the road, Leon…” You meant for the words to come out firm – he was still driving an expensive, fast car, after all – but they slipped from your lips more like a mumble as his fingers slowly but steadily glided under the hem of your dress and up your nylon-clad thigh.
“I have my eyes on the road, baby,” he assured you. And the way he said it – low and coaxing, paired with the pet name – lit a small fire inside you. You were torn between his calloused fingers, the tingling touches, and the fact that you were speeding down the highway. At least there wasn’t much traffic.
Leon’s fingers finally found what they were searching for, grazing the lace at the top of your stockings. He made an approving sound. Just a few inches higher, and he unexpectedly felt a clip. Another heavy breath escaped his lips.
“You’re wearing garters?”
You lifted your shoulders innocently. “Maybe.” All out meant all out.
The advantage of the situation was that you could watch him – while he couldn’t watch you. That’s why you saw how he adjusted himself in his seat just like you had, how his chest rose and fell a little more noticeably, how his hand gripped the steering wheel a few times. If that hadn’t already been proof enough that he was riling himself up, his next weighted words were: “God, you’re so hot.”
Pride bloomed inside you at how thoroughly you’d caught him off guard – usually, he was so composed, both in himself and in his touch. Maybe you should wear expensive lingerie for him more often. The cocky thought evaporated quickly, though, when Leon’s hand didn’t retreat but instead slid along the lace band to the inside of your thigh.
His fingers were so close to your panties now that you could feel their presence at your core. Your head tilted down, aligning your gaze with your lap – with where Leon’s hand was buried beneath your dress. Your breath rushed hot past your lips – damn it, you wanted him to touch you.
“What else does my hot girl have in store for me?”
Damn him. He knew exactly what he was doing.
He didn’t tease you. He never had been that kind of man. His fingers found the fabric of your panties and you gasped sharply. It throbbed between your legs, the pull growing firmer, more demanding, urging you to spread your legs wider for his exploring fingers.
“More lace,” Leon noted casually, masking the fact that his cock was pressing hard against the fabric of his suit pants – turned on beyond reason by your entire outfit, and this close to steering the Porsche off the highway and dragging you into the backseat. With his thumb, he applied gentle pressure to your clothed clit and was rewarded not only with a small, sweet sound slipping from your tongue, but also with the way your hips tilted forward, granting him even more access.
His hand cupped your pussy, prodding at the fabric at your entrance, feeling how much wetter you were getting – and with every passing second of this delicious torture (for him, probably even more than for you), it became harder for Leon to focus on the road.
He wasn’t done yet. He needed to feel you properly, no matter what it did to him. He had to ignore the hard-on straining in his pants, the demanding pull low in his belly, the light sheen of sweat forming in his palm from sheer effort to control. He could do this. Age came with patience, after all. Or so people claimed.
“Legs wide, baby,” he instructed softly, not yet satisfied with the position you’d taken – somewhere between lying and sitting, your legs spread only as far as the seat allowed.
You breathed heavily under his touch, your panties practically ruined for the rest of the evening, your body flooded with need – not quite how you’d imagined the night beginning.
“Wh–what if someone sees?” you asked between uneven breaths, your gaze flicking forward, eyeing the other cars on the highway.
Leon clicked his tongue. “You know the windows are tinted.”
Of course you knew. You’d just… forgotten, caught up in the embarrassment of the situation.
“No one can see. Now, legs wide.”
You did your best not to rub your head too hard against the seatback – you didn’t want to mess up your hair – as you braced yourself, shifted your weight, and carefully let your knee slide over the left edge of the seat toward the center console, hoping you wouldn’t accidentally hit any important buttons. Did this ridiculously expensive sports car have an eject button?
Your dress slipped down all on its own, the fabric pooling at your hips, and for a brief moment you felt far less glamorous than you had half an hour ago. But Leon let out a deep, appreciative sound from his throat, and all embarrassment vanished when his fingers moved from above the lace of your panties to the waistband – and underneath.
The moment his index finger brushed your clit with the lightest touch, electric currents shot through your body and straight between your legs.
“Fuck,” you breathed, unable to stop your head from knocking back against the headrest.
How did he do that? How did he make you ache for every touch, craving him the instant he so much as nudged you? Like wax in his hands, he always made you reach for him – even in a situation like this – the fact that you were in a moving vehicle barely registering anymore.
You’d actually planned all of this as a surprise for after dinner – the whole look, all of it – but now it was far too late for that, and you yearned for his touch.
“You can open them,” you sighed, while his finger traced lazy circles over your steadily swelling clit.
“Hm?” Leon asked, his gaze locked firmly on the road. At least he took the driving seriously.
Even though – for a man who preferred feeling – he’d very much like to see just how aroused you were from this little bit of touching. By now, he doubted he’d even make it to the restaurant.
“The –” you swallowed, “the panties. They have clips. Because of the garters.”
You nearly protested when the stimulation from his fingers stopped.
Leon shot you a brief, surprised glance. Just two seconds before his eyes returned to the road – but long enough to catch a glimpse of what you’d become. His cock twitched hard in his pants as the image burned itself into his retina: you draped across the seat, one leg spread as wide as possible for him, hands braced at your sides, glassy eyes fixed on him.
“You serious?” he asked, fingers probing the side of your underwear – only to find the clips you’d mentioned.
He chuckled, but the little surprise – you, laid out like a gift just waiting to be unwrapped – was almost too much. His cock was no longer merely suggesting anything.
It was demanding your pussy.
So much for wise patience.
“You really went all out,” Leon remarked, wasting no time freeing your heated core from the confines of lace underwear. The soaked fabric slid down your thighs. Leon grabbed the panties and pulled them out from beneath your dress.
“Well, look at that.” For a brief moment, he inspected the mechanics of the garment before slipping it into his pocket – which, for some reason, only turned you on more, already anticipating his touch returning. How far away was the restaurant, anyway?
Leon didn’t make you wait long. His hand slid right back between your legs. You drew in a sharp breath. His fingers, no longer restricted by fabric around your core, spread your lips, granting themselves better access to your hard, throbbing nub. A moan finally escaped you as he rolled his index finger firmly over you. Your hips lifted automatically into his touch, your body held up only by your hands braced against the seat.
“Leon…” you whimpered, his name followed by a soft “oh God” as he slid two fingers into you, coating them with your arousal. Your eyes fluttered shut, the sensation unbearably delicious.
Despite the task at hand – finding the next exit – and the unfortunate angle, Leon’s practiced precision led him straight to the spot inside your cunt that made you roll your hips into his hand, just as receptive to him as ever. You’d planned this whole evening, poor thing – and he couldn’t even keep his greedy fingers off you for two hours.
With his knuckles buried deep inside you, massaging your sweet spot and coaxing increasingly louder, shriller sounds from you, Leon finally hit the indicator and guided the car off onto a rest stop.
It probably shouldn’t have surprised him – he’d handled far more dangerous maneuvers with much heavier machinery – but still. As turned on as he was by you, with blood roaring in his ears and heat rushing through his body, it was impressive that he managed to park the car in a dark, unlit corner of the lot – all one-handed.
You only realized the car was slowing right before it came to a stop. Leon’s fingers had stripped you of any sense of reality – but when he withdrew them, leaving you with a strange emptiness, your eyes flew open in panicked belief that you’d arrived at the restaurant.
Mid-motion, pulling your dress back down, you quickly realized you were on a deserted rest stop. You gasped, disoriented, searching for something – anything – to ground yourself: the car door, the console, it didn’t matter.
“Wh–where are we?” you asked, confused, gently shaking your head to regain your composure.
Leon didn’t answer – you were smart enough to connect the dots yourself. Instead, he focused on pushing the driver’s seat as far back as possible, reclining it slightly, and undoing his belt.
You heard the mechanical whirr of the seat first, and as your attention drifted back to Leon – through a haze of lust – the metallic click of the buckle. The prospect of what he was offering sent another wave of tingling excitement through your body.
Wide-eyed and still a little breathless, you watched in the darkness as he freed his hard cock from his trousers. It practically sprang free, the tip coated in a glossy sheen of his own arousal, the shaft ready for you to just sit on it – sink down on it and fill yourself with the incredible feeling of him.
“Wanna hop on?” he asked, eyes hopeful as he looked at you. This hadn’t been your plan – he’d understand if you wanted to go to the restaurant and continue this later. Still, he was far too worked up not to at least try.
Luckily for both of you, you didn’t need to be asked twice. Carefully – so as not to kneel on your dress or hit any buttons – you climbed from your seat over the center console, straddling Leon’s lap. The black fabric spread over both of you, your heat and breath mingling together. The overwhelming urge to connect with him in every possible way gripped you fiercely – but you managed to resist at least one of them.
“Can’t ruin the make-up,” you breathed against his parted lips, right next to yours.
His mouth curved into a gentle grin. “Of course.” Instead of claiming your lips, Leon chose the next best alternative – tenderly nibbling at the skin of your neck while one hand slid beneath your dress and between you, guiding his cock into alignment with you. You let him catch your entrance and slowly sank down onto him. You fit together perfectly, and he’d prepared you so well that it only took a brief slide before his full length was buried inside you – a fact Leon responded to with a soft groan and a small love bite at the hollow of your neck.
He gathered the fabric of your long dress with both hands to give you the freedom of movement you needed, his lips never leaving whatever skin they could reach. Your hands found purchase on the seatback as your hips rolled forward, Leon’s tip gliding straight along the spot he’d teased and penetrated with his fingers earlier. You sighed, rolled your hips into him a second time, then a third – and Leon’s groans against your skin urged you to pick up the pace.
With every movement of your hips and every graze of his teeth, the pressure built – more heat, more boiling blood. You chased everything he had to offer, bouncing along his entire length, your breath soon ragged and uncoordinated from the effort and the stimulation of having sex in Leon’s Porsche, the rustling fabric quickly becoming more irritating than erotic.
Leon pulled back from your neck – from the feel of your pounding pulse – just to look at you. A sight for sore eyes: you, eyes closed, mouth open, riding him. Your sounds rang in his buzzing ears, your deliciously wet cunt wrapped around his cock feeling like a gift from the universe – or whatever higher power might exist – a reward for the life he’d lived so far.
“Wish I could suck on those tits,” he growled, the clothing a frustrating obstacle for him too.
“Wish you would fuck me,” you moaned back, your thighs straining against the restrictive situation you were in, your whole body desperate for release.
Leon grabbed your hips and forced you to slow your pace. He snorted, followed by a sympathetic sound.
“I spoil you too much.” A light kiss landed on your dark red lips. “I’ll fuck you later, princess. Promise.”
Really, it was his own fault. He loved fucking you – hard, deep, fast, slow, exactly how you needed it – until you forgot your own name and the two of you were slick with sweat, only to continue in the shower. In fact, he loved it so much that you’d never had to do the work yourself. He hadn’t thought about that when he started this little stunt. You needed some help.
“But right now,” he said, shifting his weight and sliding a hand between you, “I need you to be a good girl and get off like this. Right here, against my hand. Can you do that?”
You pouted – actually pouted – but you knew there was no other option in this car than to follow his instructions. So you nodded, grabbed his shoulders, and focused on moving precisely against his hand, his fingers finding your nub and pressing into you, moving with you.
You hadn’t expected it to work, but Leon surprised you once again, proving how well he knew you and just how expertly he could push you. With the new position – one hand on your clit, the other applying supportive pressure to your hip – your entire body relaxed, and the tension that had been scattered everywhere else pooled between your legs, sparking there.
There was less speed, less bouncing – more precision, more guidance from Leon’s skilled hands, the contrast of his calloused fingertips against your clit exactly what you needed alongside the slick heat of your shared connection.
At the first flutter of your walls, Leon groaned softly, satisfied. “There we go, baby. Take your time.”
If there was one thing he loved more than pounding into you, it was the feel of your clenching cunt around his cock – especially when you came and he got the best of both worlds. Fucking you senseless, buried deep in your pulsing pussy. Shit – this was the life. Just the thought sent a storm of searing fire through his body, his cock throbbing hard against your wonderfully spongy walls.
He helped guide your movements, his fingers taking thorough care of you, coaxing your pleasure to swell, your stomach to tighten, your skin to tingle. Your body bent forward, arching to where you needed his cock to hit, and Leon followed, his mouth returning to the tempting skin of your neck. He groaned against you, deep and rough every time your walls contracted and your hips stuttered.
You lost coordination the closer you came – still unbelievably so – to your orgasm, despite the rising high with the desperate wish for Leon to just take you already. And somehow, by whatever stroke of fate, Leon found some kind of leverage inside the Porsche to meet you halfway. His hips snapped against your ass and you fell forward with a sound somewhere between a yelp and a moan, crashing against his strong chest.
No wise patience here. He couldn’t stand making you do all the work anymore and simply found a way to press himself into you. Not the way he usually would – but enough to call it a fuck.
“Fuck, Leon,” you moaned into the back of the car.
Leon wrapped an arm around you, no longer caring about things like your styling, tangling his fingers into your hair and pulling just enough to make it sting. His hot, panting breath spilled into your ear as he pumped into you with every bit of leverage the Porsche’s interior would allow. Your entire lower half flushed against his, the stimulation of his pelvis against your clit making it draw tight, pleasantly – announcing your imminent climax between your blissed-out sounds.
“I can feel you,” Leon’s voice rushed through your head. “Come for me. Come with me.”
More deep moans slipped from your throat – and then, with the final throb of your clit and the clench of your walls, a tingling rush tore through your body. It gathered in your stomach, bridged between your legs, and exploded in a flood of fire and ecstasy. You found purchase on Leon’s shoulders as you cried out into the Porsche, your orgasm so welcome you didn’t care about the overstimulation – you just wanted Leon not to stop.
“Leon – fuck – yes – don’t stop,” the words tumbled out of your throat airily and straight into Leon’s ear, and he answered with more of the delicious torture of his cock.
“Kiss me, baby. Kiss me,” he demanded, grabbing a fistful of hair, guiding your head and pressing his lips to yours, completely unconcerned about the fate of your makeup – and you couldn’t and wouldn’t object. The feeling of his lips on yours, the way you could moan against them and feel his hot tongue in your mouth, topped everything else.
You moved on him completely automatically now, and as your walls contracted around him, your bodies connected everywhere, Leon groaned against your lips as the rush hit him too. A searing heat shot through his body and down his cock before he spilled inside you – the sensation of shooting into you perhaps the best thing of all. He savored it for as long as he could, lips still tender against yours, giving as many small thrusts as possible, stretching out every second he could steal just to have those few extra moments.
And even as both of your orgasms slowly ebbed, as you came down from the shared high, you lingered in the aftershocks – ragged breaths, the buzzing air around you, bodies spent and minds satisfied.
Leon’s beautiful blue eyes, barely visible in the darkness of the rest stop, looked at you with open affection, and you smiled back just as warmly. Gently – as if you hadn’t just tested the Porsche’s shock absorbers for durability – you stroked his cheek, earning a contented sound from him. He pressed a kiss into your palm.
“Okay,” you began once you’d regained at least some of your senses, “how do I look?”
He made a thoughtful sound, pursed his lips, and tilted your chin left and right with two fingers.
“Incredible,” he concluded with a smile and a wink. He reached to the right toward the console, produced a tissue, and offered it to you.
You did your best to catch his spend with it to avoid stains. As you awkwardly climbed back into your seat, you said with a grin, “You know that’s not what I meant.”
Once seated, you flipped the mirror down to inspect the damage.
“Oh, look at that!” you exclaimed, pleasantly surprised. “The lipstick is kiss-proof.”
End Note: Yes, I studied the 360° view of the Porsche Cayenne Turbo GT for this meticulously, lmao
Late Night Rendezvous
Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader
summary: Leon has been working double shifts lately and you miss him, so you decide to pay him a visit in the police station.
cw: 18+, nsfw, smut, dom!leon, degradation, spanking, unprotected sex, creampies.
a/n: seeing the resident evil requiem trailer on the game awards brought my obsession with Leon back to life so yeah, I had to write something.
"What are you wearing?"
"Uhm..." You gave Leon a puzzled look before looking down at your clothes. "A dress."
"It barely covers your ass. And those pantyhose..." His gaze traveled down your fishnet covered legs. "You might as well walk around naked."
You pouted and peered up at him through fluttering eyelids. "I thought you would like them."
"Like them?" Leon huffed and grabbed your wrist, pushing you down on his desk with your upper body pressed against the hard surface. You gasped at his forcefulness, stared back at him over your shoulder. A jolt of arousal surged through your pussy at the sight of his furious face and dark eyes glaring back at you.
"You walk around looking like a slut, for everyone to see you. Do you want everyone to lust over you? Hmh? To have you? fuck what's mine?"
He held you down with one hand on your lower back whilst the other yanked your dress up, only to see your ass covered in nothing but those fishnet pantyhose. He growled and slapped your ass once. Hard.
"Ah!" you cried out and whimpered at the flood of pleasure searing through your core at the stinging pain on your skin.
"Look at you. Not even wearing panties. Such a dirty, little whore you are."
He slapped you again and you moaned loudly with pleasure, mewling and writhing beneath him as your pussy throbbed with need to have him inside you.
Leon's dick was painfully hard at the sight of your ass clad in fishnet, like a gift for him to tear open. Fuck, he couldn't deny your ass looked delicious covered in fishnet, the way your pussy lips puffed out through the holes of the fishnet.
Fucking hell.
He fumbled with his pants, let them fall to his feet along with his underwear, his cock bouncing out, ready to delve into your pretty pussy.
He growled as he hooked his fingers into your fishnet stockings, tearing them open, exposing your ass and pussy to him.
"Leon!" you gasped in a mix of shock and lust as he destroyed your pantyhose, couldn't deny the fact that you fantasized about him doing this so many times.
"Shut up," Leon gritted and grabbed both your ass cheeks, spreading them apart as he plunged into your pussy in one, forceul thrust.
"Ffffuck!" you cried out, your back arching as his cock filled you up, stretched you out so perfectly.
"I'm gonna fuck you like the whore that you are," Leon snarled and started a bruising pace of fucking you. The desk rattled beneath his forceful thrusts and you held onto the edge for dear life, the sound of his hips slapping against your ass filling the room along with your lustful, breathy moans. Leon's hands gripped your ass tightly, roughly kneading the soft globes of your buttocks apart so he could see the tight stretch of your pretty pussy lips as he pounded into you over and over again.
"This ass is mine," Leon muttered and slapped your right buttock, making you moan through his thrusts. "This pussy is mine!" he growled and slammed into you even harder, his fingers digging into your ass.
"Y-Yes, Leon! I'm yours!" you gasped, pushing your ass back against him. Leon let out a shaky moan as he thrust into a final time, spilling his cum deep inside you, holding your ass firmly against his hips. You came with him, at the sensation of his cock throbbing and swelling inside you, your pussy clenching around his cock, your body trembling with pleasure.
Leon pulled out and spread your ass cheeks, watched with ragged breaths as his cum dribbled out of your pussy.
You looked at him over your shoulder, a satisfied smile on your lips.
"I told you, you would like them."
Leon chuckled and shook his head. "You naughty, little minx.”
— In With The Snowfall
Pairing: Leon S Kennedy x gn! reader
Summary: Leon's out of town and you can't sleep. You call him seeking comfort, but you're only met with dismissal. What now?
Word Count: 1k
CW: ambiguous relationship, insomnia/sleep issues, a little angst, comfort, Leon is emotionally stunted, written w/ post re4 leon in mind
froggi yaps -> pls forgive me if this sucks/leon is ooc, it's been SO long since i wrote about him but the re9 trailer got me so excited i couldn't resist <3
Leon rubs at his tired eyes and reaches for his vibrating phone. It’s dark, his dingy motel room cloaked in night. He squints at the glowing screen, frowning when he sees what time it is followed by your contact.
“Hello?”
Shaky breaths fill the line. “H-hi.”
He pauses, breath stilling in his body as he tries to discern whether you’re jogging, crying or just very, very drunk. A poorly muffled sob answers his burning question.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t—” More sobbing, muffled movement, the jingle of keys. “Did I wake you? I’m sorry if I woke you. This is silly. I-I should just—”
He sits up straight in his bed, turning on the lap next to his bed. The soft yellow light flickers to life, illuminating the grimy walls of his room.
His tone is harsher this time, urging. “What’s going on? Are you hurt?”
The line goes quiet, silence broken only by your uneasy breathing. When he lets his eyes close, Leon can almost picture you rubbing your hands over your face the way you always do when you’re frustrated. It would almost be endearing if his concern wasn’t eating him alive.
He says your name softly, edging out some of that urgency.
“I miss you,” you say. “I miss you so much. And I can’t sleep.”
Leon’s shoulders drop from his ears. “You miss me?”
You hum, the sound wet and punctuated by your sniffling.
“I’ll be back soon.”
He blinks, rubbing the ends of his hair between his fingers. He’s never been good with his words, or at least, words that mean something. He knows he should say something else but his head is all full with sleep and the words refuse to come.
There’s a sound of disappointment, followed by, “I know. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called.”
Leon opens his mouth to say something but then his phone is beeping, indicating you’ve hung up. He stares at the ‘Call Ended’ screen much longer than he should.
-
Sleep is even harder now, your bed doesn’t bring you comfort the way it does when Leon’s around. You’re not sure what you’d hoped to get by calling him, if maybe you thought just hearing his voice would soothe the ache in your chest.
It did the opposite, really. And though you know he was trying to reassure you, something in his tone was so dismissive it sent dread to the pit of your stomach.
You curl in on yourself, arms clenching your pillow like it’s the only thing keeping you afloat. You force yourself to take deep, slow breaths, and through your breathing, some of the pain begins to fade.
Your sleep comes sporadically, more small fits of unconsciousness than it is actual rest. You’ve tossed and turned so much that your sheets have become a tangled mess, keeping you confined to your bed like a prisoner.
Outside, snow has started to fall and the sky has turned white with its arrival. The light casts in your room, bright enough to have the backs of your eyes aching.
You roll over and just as you do, there’s a knock at your door.
Your heart jumps to your throat. It’s well into the night, encroaching more on daytime, and you’re entirely unsure who could be on the other side of that door.
You untangle yourself from the mess of sheets and slip your feet into your slippers, shuffling hesitantly out of your bedroom and down the hall. There’s another knock, more pressure behind it this time, and it successfully convinces you there must be some sort of police officer behind the door ready to give you some bad news.
You open the door without thinking and all the breath leaves your body at the sight of Leon. His hair is messy and littered with snowflakes, clearly combed with his fingers in a hurry, and his eyes are heavy with bags.
You stare. He stares back. Time around you seems to slow, the world stalling beneath your feet.
And then he kicks the door shut and closes the gap between the two of you, his body falling over yours. His arms lock around your waist, squishing your figure against his. The sleeves of his jacket are damp with the snow, melting against the warmth of your skin.
“I—” You bury your face into his chest and let his cologne wash over you, “you weren’t supposed to be back in town for another few days.”
He nods.
You pull away only slightly, the ironclad grip he has on you barely allowing for movement. You blink up at him, lips parted in surprise.
“You came back.”
“You couldn’t sleep,” he says. “I didn’t know how else to help, so…”
You press a warm kiss to his cheek. “How did you get here so fast?”
He smiles sheepishly, “don’t worry about that. Now,” he gestures down the hall, “let’s get you to bed, yeah?”
You let Leon lead you down the hall like he owns the place, masterfully dodging the pair of socks you’d kicked off and have yet to pick up on the way to your room.
He settles into your bed like it’s the most natural thing in the world. You’re slower to climb in next to him, hesitant to rest your head on his chest and your arm over his stomach.
He’s warm, his breaths steady and even and picking up for only a second when you first touch him. He pulls the blanket around the both of you, careful to tuck it under your arms just the way you like.
He kisses the top of your head. “Try and get some rest, yeah? Gonna have a long day tomorrow if you get no sleep.”
“Ugh, tomorrow.”
Leon chuckles softly, the sound growing butterflies in your stomach. Your eyes grow heavier, the sleep you’ve fought off for this long finally catching up to you. Leon traces circles over your back, the rhythmic beating of his heart lulling you to sleep.
Looking at your sleeping form, Leon’s not sure how he could ever leave again.
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Hear me out Cam girl x Leon smutty fic?
staring into the sun
leon kennedy x fem reader (type of leon is not specified, though implied to be older) wordcount: ~2.8k
this fic is nsfw, contains badly written sex, older man/younger woman, reader is hinted to be or have been in university before, leon may have slight stalking tendencies, and kinda sex under the influence?? they have drinks but they dont act out of their mind yknow??
leon’s a gooner. but only a gooner for you. or rather, MissDesireXx52 on his favourite websites. its not like he’d consider himself addicted, but the way you use your fingers to part open that perfect pussy, all in view for the camera.
he might be addicted.
he took it upon himself to become the first anonymous sugar daddy of yours, subscribing with the highest membership to your patreon, and in the rare cases you’d livestream, he’d be the top donator without fail.
no matter how much of his government paycheque he’d blow on you, a girl who he only knew virtually, he’d never admit that he felt some level of care, or even love for you.
it was upon complete accident that leon found your location. i mean, it was a new twitter update, supposedly leaking everyones locations on their profiles..! he just had to check yours…. just to be safe…
i mean, what if a pretty little thing like you was living in the slums? he’d never forgive himself for not donating that $100 that one time you were live…
plus, its not like you were very far from him anyways.. it was only a 5 hour drive.. and a $300 per night hotel…
he stayed for a week.
he originally told himself only three days, but time runs out fast when you’re looping blocks in the busiest city centre to try and find your beloved cam girl.
and finally, on a friday night, you sat at some shitty club’s bar in the basement of a hotel.
leon has been making regular rounds to every bar in town, especially after you made a remark in one of your videos saying “well i love sad, shitty bars! they’ve got a charm to them..”. it was like destiny, the old bell of the front door ringing as he stepped foot into the bar, boots squeaking against the freshly-finished hardwood.
you swirl the drink in your hand, some fruity cocktail in attempt to uplift your spirits. you blink sleepily, blush starting to fade away, fake eyelashes peeling at the corners, its been a long day. and so far, cam girl money has been used for rent, and drinks. no fun outfits, or new lingerie, or dumb stuffed animals. its been no fun, and all effort.
your gaze is almost locked in on your glass, until the leather barstool beside you squeaks with effort. the man beside you is tall, definitely not small, and smells of his own leather jacket and a cologne way out of your tax bracket.
as he orders a drink, he slides the gloves off of his hand, resting it on the counter. the calloused, veiny hands on this man oh my god. one glance at his side profile and you were set on getting a free drink, and in this mans pants.
meanwhile, leon knew exactly what he had walked into, and exactly what cards to play. he just couldn’t be happier that it laid itself out right in front of him.
he shifts his weight onto his left shoulder to face you, trying to silently get your attention. when your big eyelashes lift up, glancing at him, he knew the trap was set. with a slight curve of his lips, he spoke low, “i’m just visiting.. but do you know any good dinner places around here..?”
and bless your soul, you almost jumped at his voice so close to you. “ummm.. there isn’t much if you want something expensive.. i-i mean.. judging by your clothes..” he huffs, almost a laugh. “that doesn’t matter sweetheart. where are we trying to go?”
your eyebrows flit up, a bit surprised by his forwardness “you haven’t given me a name and you’re trying to get in my pants?” you scoff, turning back to order another drink for yourself.
leon has to take a breath, your bratty attitude coming as a surprise as you usually paint yourself as easy in your videos. “listen, the name’s leon. i want to take you out for dinner, not get in your pants.”
you look at him again, fully analyzing for any creepy weirdo murderer vibes, finding none. with a shrug you slide off your stool, motioning for him to follow.
hes quick to leave behind you, leaving a bill on the bar to cover both of your drinks. his steps are heavy compared to yours. he clears his throat, fighting to make pace with your walking. “so, this a nice place? or another beat down hotel?” you turn around to glare at him, walking beside him now. “no, id say its on the nicer side. hey… if you’re not from here… shouldn't you have a car to drive us in..? you tilt you head up at him, a playful challenge.
he huffs again “yeah, but don’t you think its more fun to walk? plus, i wanted to see more of the city.”
a total lie, he could probably map the whole thing out street by street based off of the rounds he’d make prior to finding you.
upon taking a seat, leons face goes flat. “you took me to a buffet..?” he laughs through his nose as you give him a defensive look “yeah.. i like eating here..”
you cross your arms, already preparing to take your plate over, when he leans over to place a gloveless hand on your arm. “listen. you’re a pretty girl. probably a smart one too. i’m paying, so pick something expensive. not your go-to when you’re running off of $5 bills and pocket change. got it?” you lean back in your seat, a bit startled from his stern tone, but nod anyways.
“i don’t really.. know anywhere that’s like, expensive or nice.. sorry.” he stands up before you, patting you on the shoulder and leading you out. “that’s alright angel, we can figure something out.”
but the concept of giving this man more trouble, even after going out of his way to pay for your drinks and offer you dinner, left a sour feeling in your stomach. you’d much rather be in a place of comfort, one that didn’t cost any money. you stop him just as you step outside. “hey leon.. i really don’t want to cause any more trouble for you.. and you haven’t killed me yet.. so would you rather come to my place? It isn’t fancy, or anything.. but its free and I know where it is..!”
you shoot him a small, hopeful smile. meanwhile, he’s celebrating in his head. he just wanted to hit this whole time.
he smiles back, although a lot less bright than yours, “sure. i'll drive us there.”
the drive was quiet, you oogling over his leather heated seats and dashboard lighting. this guy’s like,, really rich.
he chuckles at your amazed expression. “fancy enough for ya?” you nod quickly, “definitely..”
as per usual, you fumble with your keys as collide with your acrylic nails, two fingers shorter than the rest. leon watches you fumble intently, grabbing your wrist when he spots your two short finger nails. he just shakes his head and chuckles, releasing your wrist.
with a push, you open your apartment door, holding it open for leon. “i thought it was ladies first” he mumbles with a scoff, but walks inside regardless.
the apartment is messy. not dirty, just cluttered. pillows strewn in places they shouldn’t be, clothes over dining room chairs, the occasional vibrator remote on the coffee table. nothing out of the ordinary.
leon drapes his jacket over the end of your couch, sitting down with a slight groan of effort. you swiftly tidy the kitchen, calling out to leon “um… do you want tea..? coffee? cheap beer?” he yells back quickly “whatever you’re having. surprise me.”
bringing over two cans of beer, you settle beside leon, a bit too far for his liking, but perfect for your comfort. you raise your can, cracking the tab. “i guess if i’m drinking, i’m drinking.” he chuckles, rising a smile out of you.
2 beers and 1.5 cocktails in, the conversation flows smoothly. talking about your university career, and the mounds of student debt, and how you’d do just about anything for it to go away, and to no longer have it looming over your shoulder. then the conversation turns into jobs.
“yeah.. i guess i kinda do dirty work.. its weird..” leon laughs. “dirty work? as in crime scene clean up, or porn?” you groan at his lazy joke, “the latter leon, the latter.. and its not like i’m proud of it either.. i just need money. and on good days it delivers. but yknow, you can only cum so much in one day before it gets to be a chore..”
you laugh, poking him in the shoulder before standing up and grabbing the empty cans to discard. “you want another?” you glance over your shoulder at him. he shakes his head, voice rasped from alcohol “no.. c’mere. i think i have an idea.”
you snort, padding back over to the couch where you sit a little too close this time, right under where leons arm rests above the couch. he leans in closer to you, tired eyes zeroing into him. “listen. you’re young. you’ve got a hell of a lot to live for, and this porn thing isn’t sustainable. i wanna propose something; i"ll pay for your tuition, living costs, whatever, as long as i can give you an orgasm that doesn’t feel like a chore. deal?” he holds out his hand like he didn’t just offer your saving grace.
taking his hand into yours with a firm shake, you respond without a second doubt in your mind. “deal.”
to be fair, you would’ve made the deal even if he was ugly.. the whole attractive allure of leon just makes the deal a whole lot sweeter.
“then c’mere.” he pulls you closer, just enough for him to wrap an arm around your shoulders. the tension is too much, the alcohol and sex appeal making your blood run too hot. it doesn’t take much for you to lean closer, pushing your lips onto his in a surprisingly tender kiss. he always imagined you’d be a rough, messy kisser. but with a gentle hand on his chest, and soft lips licking and biting at his, you couldn’t be sweeter.
he prys you off of him gently, still panting. “sweet thing, where’s your bedroom?”
you waste no time, pulling him up by the arm (as best as you can) and dragging him down the hall into your room.
this time, his lips go after you first. Hot and sudden, lapping at the inside of your mouth before sealing it with a sweet kiss and moving down to suck at the soft underside of your jaw. you groan when he licks a strip up your pulse-point, sending shivers down your whole body.
your hands travel underneath his button-up, a bit too professional for the current situation. he scoffs against the skin of your neck, “you want this off baby?” you can only meekly nod as he unbuttons a few, then rips it off over his head. you follow suit, quickly sliding off whatever trashy, low-cut tank top you had on.
when leon finally gets his hands on those tits, the ones he could only imagine through a screen, he lets out a deep groan, of pleasure and relief. with one hand kneading your tits, his other travels down to unzip your jeans, pushing them past your hips and down to your ankles.
he pulls away from kissing at your collarbone to demand, “kick.” you kick as instructed, sending you jeans across the room into a shadow you don’t care to search.
you don’t even have to help him, you just stand there, sucking on his neck while he takes his slacks off, albeit slower than you’d like, but he has a bit of a distraction kissing up on him.
you let your hand travel down the plains of his chest, landing right on his clothed cock. with a gentle squeeze, he grunts, grabbing your wrist. “i said i’d make you cum, not the other way around.”
and without another word, he wraps his arms around you, taking you to the bed. you land with a soft “oof!” scooching up the cushions to give leon enough room to settle between your legs.
he lays a hand on one ankle, staring up at you, asking silent permission. you nod quickly, and he deftly hooks your panties down to your ankles, raising one to put it on his shoulder.
he wastes no time diving in, kissing up the crease of your inner thighs and pussy, until he lands a soft kiss right to your clit that already has you shaking. his tongue laps you up oh-so-nicely, as his nose bumps into your clit when he dips his tongue into you, eliciting a sharp moan from you.
it doesn’t take long until he’s brushing his stubble along with kissing your clit, murmuring against you “cum on my face for me baby..”
and you’re ruined. legs shaking, squeezing together, and almost crushing his head when he places a few final gentle kisses along your thighs.
he untangles your ankle from his shoulder, pressing open-mouthed kisses all the way up your stomach, tits, collarbone, and neck, until he reaches your mouth. he murmurs sweet nothings like “such a good girl for me..”, “so perfect baby, you did so well”, and “you’re such a pretty girl.. pretty pussy too..”.
shamelessly, you pull him down onto your mouth, hard. Mashing teeth and lips and tongue all in a messy, wet kiss. your arms loop around his neck, fingers tangling into his hair as you bring his lips up for a second, “i’m on the pill.” and just like that, he’s a starving man against your lips, hands squishing and prodding wherever he pleases before he takes a hand, cupping your pussy.
“you ready baby? you tell me if it hurts or if you need a break okay?” he gives you a stern look. you would’ve scoffed if he didn’t pull his boxers down, revealing his cock that was definitely a bit too much for you.
you swallow hard, placing a hand over his where its wrapped around the base, lining it up with your entrance.
leon places a soft kiss to your temple as he first pushes the tip in. another kiss when he gets a bit deeper, and a final kiss to your lips as he bottoms out. You let out a loud groan against his lips, the stretch almost overwhelming. he feels so much better than any bad dragon 11 inch dildo you get gifted from your amazon wishlist.
taking a few deep breaths, to recollect yourself, you press yourself down further, grinding against him. “you want me to start moving?” he murmurs, thumbs stroking either side of your hips. you nod, biting your lip as you prepare for the first thrust.
but you weren’t prepared at all. his first thrust pulled all the way out until just the tip remained, then slammed back in, almost knocking the air and braincells out of you.
you’re better prepared for the second thrust, just as powerful, but deeper. thrusts blend into one another as you moan and whimper and whine against leon’s lips, kissing him like a lifeline.
your acrylic nails dig into his back, leaving little crescents with every movement. he moves a hand up to smush your tits, kissing each nipple delicately, bringing them between his teeth with utmost care.
he shivers when you begin to whine, realizing that was your telltale that you’re close. he snakes a hand down to press against your clit, his thumb making little circles in tune with every thrust.
with a final whimper, your back arches and falls, cumming with a wave of ringing in your ears and dizziness.
you almost babble to yourself as he pushes a few more thrusts into you, cumming inside you with a hiss and a groan. its like he can’t get enough.
he can’t help but to push into you a few more times, plugging both of your cum into your pussy.
he collapses on top of you, supporting himself with his elbows. short of breath, you bring him into a kiss anyways, sweet but messy. with a grunt, he pulls out, rolling to the side of you.
even in your sleepy daze, you make effort to throw the covers over you, snuggling into them.
you mumble something along the lines of “that was the best sex i've ever had”, and “leon i think you broke me”.
he chuckles, then shushes you, getting under the covers and pressing a warm kiss to your temple as he draws you closer into his chest whispering sweet nothings.
most notably, he whispers “i'll take care of you”, making you mindlessly nod against his chest. he chuckles at your quick response. “yeah? you’d like that?”
you look up at him with a dazed smile and drooping eyelids, “yes, please…”
as your eyes close, he huffs a laugh again, pressing a warm palm between your shoulder blades.
“looks like I’m paying for your tuition then baby..”
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Leon meets his newborn. - 600 wc ficlet
It’s mesmerizing upon first glance.
Tightly swaddled into a thick blanket, a proper little bun holding her tiny body inside. He falters. Has to bite back tears from spilling like a fool in the maternity ward, not after you just cracked open your vag to push the thing— Correction, baby, out.
Plenty other women around the floor likely thrice deserving of letting out some sniffles over his grown ass. He’s a man. He’s a man. He’s a father.
When the nurse steps a millimetre closer, he thinks, by instinct, he’ll draw back. Trained like a dog to retreat at threats unless there’s a full holster at his hip, something to defend himself with. Yet, perhaps primal, he doesn’t. Just leans over enough he can look down at her. A shadow cast by his bangs hanging above her puffy, still pink face, making it, if possible, look even softer. Vulnerable. Reaches a finger, pinky, to her nose, feels her soft, whiny breath warm it. And now he’s the one trying to settle the thumping in his lungs.
Oh, the tears are surely coming without capability to stop at this point. His brows draw into creases, and his lips shake slightly. They don’t fall down (yet), maybe another primal bodily reaction to not disrupt her newborn slumber with some salty fat tears hitting her face. Lord knows that’d be annoying for anyone fresh outta comfy womb.
But his eyes uncontrollably water. His pinky brushes against the tip of her nose to cheek, back of his nail grazing tentatively over her features. He’s yet to see himself in them; she is, well, like a couple of minutes old after all. He can’t be expecting her to mirror his wrinkles and sharp jaw just yet. Keeps it laid at her cheek till he can compose himself to pull away and let the nurse do as she wills.
“She’s so soft,” he whispers to nobody, in thin air, just to himself. Before seeing you watching him, and stalking forward to unload his thoughts. “She’s so pretty, and soft.” He repeats.
“Mhm.” You lazily respond. The epidural keeping you drowsy and drunk, alongside the obvious strain of labour. “The you sorta pretty.”
“Eh.” He hums, looking back over his shoulder at the nurse handling her before back to you, “doesn’t really look like anyone right now. Just. A something.”
A bit too honest, but his brain catches up with his words shortly after. It’s an issue he’s yet to deal with in his near four decades of living, mouth's got a mind of its own. Too many indecent comments in situations they should not be uttered. Post-birth is definitely amongst them. He can confidently say he held back on popped pussy comments and jokes about plaga-birth when you were pushing, though, at least, if that’s worth anything. He thinks so, a pat on the back worthy.
You squint at him in small offence, though, thankfully, the drugs and exhaustion are enough to fade a proper response to it. “Not a thing, Leon. A baby.”
“Yeah, yeah no I didn’t mean it like that.” He placated. “Meant like, she’s real cute and soft and little and, and you know.”
You simply nod. Not bothering at this point, a hand limply lands on his cheek. The stubble pokes at your thumb warmly on him. He almost purrs against it, prior wet eyes relaxing and body unfurling from the land waves of emotions wrecking him moments ago. Calm overwhelms him at your tender touch. Which now, out of the blue, feels nearly maternal.
“Thank you.” He whispers with love-filled weight, “gave me so much to live for today.”
