Very specific but would love to read a pwp x reader kinda based on the rescue scene in the good RE9 ending, where Leon and reader have been on the mission together, there’s been a lot of angst and yearning between them, they finally defeated the monster together, but now they’re trapped and there’s no way out, so they finally have a go at each other and give it their all… and maybe they get almost discovered by the rescue team😂
the way I had the EXACT same thought when I got to that part in the game. I had a rly hard time writing it tho for some reason. guess I felt kinda blocked that day. so it's not proofread much, just want to post it and I can beef it up later if I feel
seven minutes in hell
wc: 4k ✦ re9!Leon Kennedy/cisfem!reader
tags: reader in grace's role, smut, fluff, yearning, comfort sex, p in v, mating press, creampie, foreplay, almost caught, doin it in the dark, reader age not mentioned
This was it. Everything had cut to black. The last thing you’d ever see was the face of a man who was a stranger just a few hours ago.
How quickly that had changed. How quickly everything changed.
When you first crossed paths with Leon, he was firm and stable despite the sickly marks that seeped into his cracked skin like black ink. His presence seemed to scream that you could lean on him, that he’d see you through, and that he would protect you.
It helped that his strong arms seemed so inviting too, for sure.
Then, just an hour ago, he had slipped in and out of death's grasp as the signs of his illness spread to cover him, as if they were in sync with the world falling apart around you.
Then you released Elpis. The cure. But then the facility fell apart and plunged you into darkness.
Your own wounds were all internal, for the most part. You began your investigation feeling like an uncertain woman, and now you felt like a scared little girl.
Like the scared little girl you failed to save today. Like the man sitting beside you, whom you’d healed just in time to sentence him to a slower, less merciful death. No one was coming to save you.
You’d allegedly released hope. Where did that hope go? It was anywhere but here.
Your voice came out as a trembling squeak. “Was it all for nothing?” it asked.
“No.” His answer rang out certain and clear. “It wasn’t.”
You swallowed hard. Your eyes started to water and your lower lip quivered. It was difficult to remain strong or to believe him, no matter how much you wanted to, when you were surrounded by an unending void with literally no way out.
But in your weakness, there was still one thing you could hold onto: the man who saw you through it all without a second thought. And you needed him more than ever as your thoughts of hopelessness threatened to overtake you.
“Will… will you hold me?”
You couldn’t see him, but you heard the rubble underneath him as he shuffled closer to pull you to his chest. Warm and secure, it wasn’t a bad last thing on earth to feel. Much the opposite, actually. In truth, you’d been dying for it.
Leon Kennedy, a perfect stranger, an obelisk of hope in the ruins all around. A source of creature comfort after a day of hell on earth. A beautiful face and chiseled arms who saw through you from the start, or at least it felt like he did. Each time that you locked eyes, no matter how brief it was— always cut short by the throes of chaos— it knocked the air out of your lungs. Like you knew him long before, or maybe in a prior life.
You wondered if you lived through this, if there could be something more there. But now you were sure you’d never know. All you’d ever have is this moment wrapped inside his arms, and how ever many more you were granted as the both of you slowly starved.
Maybe you were just traumatized, but you were dying for more.
Your head rose and fell along with his breathing where it rested on his chest. You pressed further into him, your hands holding tight to his shirt to keep him close, like if you let go he’d drift off into space and leave you here alone. His own hands were wrapped around your back, his thumbs soothing up and down your sides, his chin on the top of your head as you both nestled in.
“C’mere,” he muttered as he leaned back, taking you with him as he lay back on a broken piece of concrete. “I’m right here, sweetheart. I won’t let you go.”
You let your legs tangle together as you lay half on top of him, not an ounce of trepidation in the way you both settled in. You thought for a moment that cuddling with someone you barely knew should’ve felt awkward. He just didn’t feel strange at all after all you’ve been through together. Not after the countless times both of you nearly died in each other’s arms already.
“I wish I could’ve done more,” you said.
You felt him shake his head. “You have nothing to be sorry for. You know, you sound like me twenty-some years ago.”
Your heart cracked open as he ran through the tale. He didn’t give too many details, but you clung to every word, as if knowing how he became the man before you was sacred information, like it said you’d be okay if you did escape and your life went on.
He even managed to make you laugh as he described aiming for the tyrant’s head and shooting his hat off instead. He laughed too and something warmed, like you were the only person who’d managed to see the humor in things that were normal for him. Impossible things were normal to you too now, even if they shouldn’t have been.
The laughter died, and it hung in the air for a moment before he spoke.
“I wish we’d met before.”
Your heart clenched as you bathed in the words and your hands held his shirt a little tighter. His fingers flexed into your sides in return, and you decided to take the chance.
You pursed your lips as you looked ahead at the big nothing around you, and then you tilted your head up at him. You wished so badly that you could see him, but maybe it was a good thing you couldn’t. Then you’d never have to see the rejection that might come next.
“Will you kiss me?”
It came out so quietly, for a moment you thought he didn’t hear you. Then suddenly, he moved.
He braced himself on his forearms as a calloused hand navigated to your face in the dark. It traced up your ribs, across your collarbones, then up your neck and to your chin, where his thumb landed on your lower lip and ever so softly pulled down.
Your eyes were wide as you felt him breathing through his nose, your only signal that he was so close.
Slowly, he leaned in until your lips were pressed to his.
You held your breath at the contact and wrapped your hand around his wrist to keep him holding your face. When you exhaled long and deep, and only a little unevenly, he seemed to do the same, and then you melted together at once.
With your eyes closed, you weren’t enveloped in darkness anymore; you were enveloped only in him. The traces of his cologne that were masked by the balmy scent of his skin, red-blooded body heat that simmered under his shirt, and stubble that grazed your cheeks. All of him was warm and firm and safe.
Without even thinking, you deepened the kiss, and you were equally surprised at yourself and at him for pressing in. Hands started grabbing each other tighter and your teeth skimmed against his as they sought their way further inside, until he was devouring you in a measured makeout that dripped with pure desire.
He leaned further over you as he did, cradling the back of your head as he guided you to the floor until he was the one now sprawled over you. You held softly onto his neck just to feel his pulse and it thudded nearly in time with yours.
The lightest touch over your breast was what finally pulled your lips apart as the sensation made you gasp. You could feel his hesitation as he hovered.
“Sorry, I got carried away,” he said through a low laugh that sounded just as breathless as you felt.
You grabbed him by the shoulders before he could pull away. He froze, and time seemed to still.
“No,” you interjected. “Please.”
Your eyes adjusted to the dark just enough to see him shake his head and smirk before he went back on you with renewal.
It turned into something more full and desperate as he let his body weight cover you, which you immediately arched to meet. Your breath seized as his hips ground into your center, and a low groan reverberated in his throat through your kiss. He brought a hand under your knee to bring you into it as he rocked into you again with slow, deep friction through the fabric of your jeans, twitching as the seam of yours ground into your clothed clit.
He detached his mouth from yours just to trail it down your neck. You tilted your head back to welcome his wet kisses against your pulse point that traveled down to your collarbones. He thrust his hips shallowly again as he began to hold your breast through your shirt, a shaky exhale leaving him as his digits kneaded in.
“Wish that I… could do this right.”
He sounded somewhat pained. You knew just what he meant. An unforgiving metal floor and a concrete pillow weren’t included in your fantasies about him, either. A mattress would be far better than fucking on your deathbed. But given the situation, you weren’t exactly feeling picky.
Still, it warmed your heart somewhat to know he felt it too, had thought about this before in all the stolen moments of the day. You had no doubt about that; his stiff, large bulge rutting against your zipper was proof enough.
But it left you with a question that you whispered into his hair:
“How would you… do it right, then?”
He chuckled darkly as his hand ducked under the hem of your shirt.
“Baby, you have no idea…”
You gasped as his calloused fingertips skimmed the soft skin of your stomach until they pulled down at your bra.
“I’d take my sweet time with you. Take you to dinner, get you all wound up while I drove you back to mine…”
Your hands tightened in his hair as he pinched your nipple, his breath fanning over it as he lowered his head to lick, making your toes curl and your breath hitch.
“Sit you down on my lap and tease these pretty tits, finger you under whatever dress you wore until you begged me to finally fuck you…”
You lifted your hips as he started fumbling with your zipper, urging him to pull them down until they bunched above your knees. He sucked your hardened nipple into his mouth as he thumbed your weeping cunt over your cotton underwear, biting the nub of your nipple as you twitched into his touch.
“Make you cum over and over until I finally take you to bed. Make you scream my name into my pillow while you take it… fuck, I wish… wish we could’ve…”
You yank him by the hair until you’re tongue deep in each other’s faces again. You didn’t need to hear the quiet part spoken aloud, you needed to feel it on your skin.
He took the hint. You heard a thread or two snap as he yanked your underwear down to join your pants around your knees, the action naturally putting your thighs against your chest as you moved to help him.
The darkness made the anticipation soar. You only knew half of what he was doing based on where his hands were. You could only make assumptions about what he might do next. It made everything feel sudden.
His tongue delved roughly between your lower lips. You choked and gasped and twitched.
Somehow, even in the dark, he quickly found your clit.
His hands pushed your thighs further into your chest as you keened into it. The way he ate you was delicious. Rough tongue against your silky cunt, your knees held together by your bunched-up jeans, while he lapped and sucked at your clit and entrance crudely. You panted as the pleasure built, a quiet sound, much quieter than the embarrassingly wet squelches his mouth made that echoed in this large underground space.
You wanted to pull his hair, but your own legs were in the way. Your palms braced against the ground instead. You couldn’t even move enough to arch into it properly, you just had to lie there and take. Not that you were complaining.
One of his hands left you. A clink of a belt buckle, a shuffle of cloth. You imagined that he was pulling out his cock.
That made you surprised all over again when a finger plunged inside.
He indelicately worked it in, guided towards your entrance only in relativity to his tongue which suckled sharply on your clit, pushing the digit forward until it gave way. With how wet you were, it didn’t take much, but it was nonetheless explosive.
He didn’t thrust it much, didn’t have to. Surely he could tell by the way you tightened around it, started chanting his name, and the dull sound of your fingernails against the floor that you were close. It felt brighter and brighter until it hit you with blinding force.
His quick licks turned to long laps as it collected around his finger which he now dragged in and out, coaxing you through it at a slow but thirsty pace.
“That’s it, baby, cum for me. God, you taste so sweet.”
Your moans were shuddering things as your face twisted in pleasure, head rising just to fall back down again as the ecstasy coursed through you in tidal waves. So intense that you were barely aware of him shifting until you felt the fat tip of his cock prodding against your heat.
“O-oh, fuck.”
A candid reaction of surprise at your first taste of his size while you were still mid orgasm.
He dragged it up and down your folds slowly, wetting it as he did. He groaned as he felt your puffy cunt around him, your position making your vulva envelop it.
He shuffled on his knees to bring him closer as he notched against your hole. You held your breath and he held the underside of your knee. And then it entered inch by inch.
The slow, sweet drag of friction as he pushed inside was enough to make your minds swim. In this position, it was such a squeeze. You were certain you could feel him bulging within your stomach against the tops of your mid-thighs.
He grunted as he bottomed out, pushing your legs tighter against your chest as he gripped them with both hands again, keeping you fixed in place around him, and then a gravelly, euphoric sigh as he drew out and plunged in again.
“Fuuuck, sweetheart, you feel… oh my god.”
You could feel your wetness clinging to him already, smearing against your ass as his navel met it. Surely there was a thick layer of cream decorating the base of his cock and growing with each long drag in and out.
You held onto his wrists as the speed steadily increased. He put more of his weight down onto you as he did, leaning over you as wet smacks of his hips began to fill the air.
It was impossibly intense. Emotions were already running high, and deprived of your sense of sight, all you could do was feel him. His rough pants came from a foot or so above you, give or take, and his hands were warm where they dug into your kneepits. His girth stretched you perfectly full, your velvet walls gripped to suck him in, and his tip nudged against your sweet spot every time he bottomed out. It felt rough and smooth all at once. It felt impossibly good.
You mewled and tried to arch into it as your pleasure began to mount again. You were all that flooded his senses, too, and he didn’t miss a single cue. His thumb suddenly dragged circles around your clit, and you held onto his arms tight to brace against the intensity.
“Leon, Leon, I– you’re– I’m not gonna–”
“C’mon, you can give me another. Shit, I can feel it, babygirl. Oh, that’s right, that’s it…”
A moan tore from your throat as you all but writhed under his grip as another release ripped through you. Just as you thought it’d peaked, his thumb pressed further against your clit, and you jolted with a cry as it grew to an impossible feeling. You whined his name shamelessly as it became too much, and he only let up when you started jolting violently with every rub.
He’d fucked you harder through it, and you hadn’t even noticed until your orgasm began subsiding. Your teeth buzzed and our limbs felt weak as you floated in the feeling. Everything was more deliberate, more slick, and you felt like your insides had molded in the exact shape of him as he pounded firmly inside again and again.
The air was pushed from your lungs as he lowered further down. Your hips sored from the stretch, and he was somehow even deeper inside at the new angle. Your chin tilted up when you felt his hair brush against your face, and clumsily, he found you in a kiss that dripped with passion.
His hips hammered against you more shallowly, more unsteadily, as your tongue danced languidly around his. He grunted in his throat as he pistoned into you like he intended to push you through the floor with the dull power of each thrust. You grabbed him by the face, fingers gripping the hair at his temples as you deepened the kiss, a wordless encouragement of what you knew he was quickly approaching.
He broke the kiss, both your lips plump and glossed with the other’s spit. You knew what he broke apart to say, so you spoke before he did.
“Inside. Cum inside me, Leon. Please.”
Leon completely buckled from the words and became a complete mess of moans as he wrapped his mind around it, a weak sound coming from his lips as his eyes rolled back into his head. Never did he think you’d let him do that, he wasn’t sure it was even a good idea, but then again you both would die here, consequences didn’t exist, and god the way you’d asked for it—
A rough and loud moan ripped out of his throat as his movements stammered to plunge all the way in. He all but collapsed on top of you as he ground against your cervix with every shaky thrust, his cum burying and filling against the deepest parts of you, pooling hot and thick around his cock as it twitched inside you with each rope of cum.
Your eyes widened as you felt it, and even in the dark, your vision filled with stars.
His forehead was damp with sweat where it rested against the crook of your neck, and you smoothed his hair soothingly as you felt him come down with each weak twitch of his softening cock inside you.
As much as you’d like to stay like that forever, you pushed your legs against him; your folded-in-half position with his body weight on you felt less than comfortable now that you weren’t distracted from the stretch.
He tilted his head up to kiss your chin before he pushed off of you with a groan. He pulled out slowly, then all at once, warm trickles of cum escaping from where he once plugged. He muttered a shaky swear under his breath, and then you heard soft shuffling as he dressed himself again.
Before you could move, he reached blindly for you in the dark until his hands found your ass. He smoothed circles into it as you sighed and relaxed, letting yourself come back down to earth slowly. His fingers rubbed closer until he found your center, and you inhaled as he pushed a thumb inside your weeping cunt, feeling it in lieu of getting to watch it leak.
You reached a hand out until it landed on his forearm, humming softly as his thumb soothed away at your sore entrance. He kept it there as he lowered himself to lay on his side next to you, kissing your cheek to find your face. You curled into his chest and ran your hands gently through his hair.
“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” he muttered.
Your nose brushed against his as you chuckled. “You can’t even see me, Leon.”
“Don’t need to.”
You moaned lightly as he cupped your weeping cunt, the heat emanating from his hand soothing as he leaned in for a gentle kiss.
Your eyes shot open as you heard a click, and you were met by Leon’s own eyes opened wide.
Visible. Well-lit. You weren’t in the dark anymore.
Oh, shit.
He scrambled to his knees to kneel in front of you and shield you from the sudden fluorescent floodlight that filled the underground room, both of your hands rushing to yank your pants back over your hips. Your heart pounded in your ears as you fumbled with the zipper and watched him turn around, silhouetted by the bright lights as he raised his arm to shield his eyes as he looked for the source of it.
You roughly smoothed over your hair and tugged down your shirt as you sat up. He faced you again with a quickened look of concern as ropes lowered down and distant voices were heard from above.
“You okay?”
The question was much more about your decency than your overall well-being as he checked over you, both of you worried about the potential that you’d been seen.
“Y-yeah, I’m fine, what’s going on?”
You peered over his shoulder to see tactically clad figures sliding down the ropes and landing on the steel floor with solid feet, shouting orders to each other that echoed too much to understand. Your heart rate increased with every step they took as they scanned around. You wondered if they’d seen you and if they were rescuers or enemies. Which would be more mortifying?
Leon spoke coolly as one of the men approached where he shielded your anxious form. “Let’s find out.”
The soldier sauntered over. “Leon S. Kennedy?”
“Depends who’s asking.”
“I have a message from Captain Redfield.”
Your eyes darted between them until Leon looked back at you and smiled. Standing up, he offered you his hand.
“They’re friends. Let’s get out of here.”
Your thoughts raced a mile a minute as you wrapped your head around it.
You’d been rescued. You wouldn’t die here.
You nearly cried with relief as you took Leon’s hand and stumbled on your shaky legs, him steadying you with a hand on your hip.
“I got you, you alright? How are your legs working?”
You shot him a look to find him biting back a smug grin. You sighed and rolled your eyes.
“Depends on if you’re offering to carry me.”
Without a second thought, he scooped you off your feet. You giggled in surprise as you wrapped your arms around his neck and settled into being held like a bride, your heart filling with all the hope you thought you’d lost with each step Leon took towards the source of the light.
You looked up at him, and your heart filled with something even sweeter than hope as you took in his weathered yet happy expression. God, he really was handsome. But you had two important questions.
“Do you think they saw us?” you whispered.
He shook his head. “I don’t think so. If they did, they’d never say it. I wouldn’t worry about it.”
You bit your lip as you mustered your courage to ask the next one.
“Did you mean what you said? When we were… you know…”
“About taking you out to dinner?” He gazed down at you in his arms. “Absolutely.”
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