More than Friends → Leon S. Kennedy
Friends with benefits was his idea, he made the rules and you obliged. It was a safety measure so no one’s feelings could be too involved, resulting in hurt feelings. He had everything he could want from this arrangement which means he should be happy. He is happy, right?? FWB!Leon Kennedy x f!reader tags: no outbreak au. yearning leon. alcohol consumption. little sprinkle of angst. fluff. smut, mdni - fingering, unprotected sex!! w/c: 6.9k a/n: song reference (loosely) for this is heartbeat by childish gambino. this took so long and it’s not my best work, i feel terrible pls don’t beat me up 😭
Leon distinctly remembered what falling in love with you felt like. It was like falling asleep for him, he wasn’t sure what was happening as it happened & when he did, he welcomed it. It was slow, like dipping his toes in freezing cold water. He made sure he backed up slowly, questioning himself before running full force and taking a free fall into the abyss that was you. The whistling of him falling, the cool air gliding across his skin was incomparable to anything that he’d imagined. And most of all, this fall did not come with a parachute or safe landing.
Leon watched you as you slept, head in his lap as he sat upright on the couch you shared with him, blanket lazily hanging at your waist and the edge of the couch. You looked… peaceful. He admired the way your still face looked, your eyelashes casted a shadow across your cheekbones, eyelashes that you’d told him you hated — he didn’t understand why girls were obsessed with that kind of thing, your lashes were full and suited your beautiful face well.
‘Was this considered a loophole to the no sleepover rule?’ he thought to himself. The blue-eyed man was right to enforce that rule because had he seen you look this effortlessly gorgeous before, he’d have fallen for you sooner. Though, the boundary was set to prevent pillow talking, mostly on his end.
His eyes flickered back to his TV before scanning the room. Jill and Claire shared the pullout couch, Claire had all the blankets however, it appeared that Jill didn’t want any of the blankets anyway. Chris was on the other couch, it definitely wasn’t big enough to fit him entirely. Chris faced the cushion, sleeping on his side and had one arm thrown over the back.
The credits of Return of the Jedi roll on the screen as all of Leon’s friends crash in his living room. The Star Wars marathon was Claire’s idea — everyone had to be working on May 4th, so the following weekend sufficed. Leon’s place was the roomiest, probably the coziest too seeing as it was the designated hangout spot.
Truth be told, Leon was trying his best to avoid you. He’d take extra shifts at the police department just to tell you that Marvin was working him to the bone. He’d tell you he couldn’t come over because he was working on a case that was taking up a lot of his time and when you offered to come over with takeout, well… He sure as hell found an excuse as to why that could happen either.
Leon’s back was pressed tightly against the couch. He had one arm on the arm rest and the other reached over the back of the couch, mostly to avoid touching you — he’d done enough of that. This was the closest he’d been to you in weeks and he definitely missed it. He missed your smell, he missed the feeling of your soft skin, he missed the way your smaller frame fit against his. And as if on cue, you shuffled in your sleep, you stretched your arms up and out, your hands brushing against his forearm that sat on the armrest. He held his breath as your fingers tickled his skin as you continued to try and get more comfortable.
As if slowly regaining consciousness, your hand wrapped around his wrist pulling it towards the top of your head. Leon’s fingers went to work, gently combing his fingers through your hair. Your fingers lingered on his skin, thumbs dragging back and forth on his wrist. It was almost as if it was soothing you. Leon’s other hand cupped yours, rubbing small circles into your skin; he could hear your breathing falter for a moment before evening out once more. A delightful hum escaped your chest and you were fast asleep again. Your skin was soft against his calloused hands, something that made him treat you like you were delicate, one of the more precious things in his life.
What were you doing to him? He was putting his walls up brick by brick with so much confidence, trying to shut you out & he immediately melted into your hands like putty. He was surprised you weren't upset with him avoiding you, though you couldn't prove he was avoiding you on purpose. Leon was a busy man, you couldn't be mad at that. His work was important and so was yours, you didn't know any better that anything was wrong. You were friends above all else, you'd trusted him to tell you if you'd done something to upset him.
Once he was sure you were fast asleep, he lifted your head gently and slipped out from under you. He tugged one of the shitty decorative pillows that was propped against the wall above the pullout couch and placed it under your head before straightening out the blanket over your sleeping body. He took one last look at your pretty face before retreating into his room.
The next morning was filled with clamor. Leon made his way back towards the living room where the sound of commotion was coming from. Chris, Jill, and Claire were up conversing about how fun the movie night had been and how they needed to rewatch the last half again. Chris had voted against it, noting that the movie was already long as it was. The smell of coffee filled Leon's senses, it wasn't like he used his own coffee maker anyway. It was Christmas gift from Claire months prior, specifically for these morning after it felt like.
"Sleeping beauty's awake," Chris had commented, nodded his head toward the tousled-haired man before them. "Y/N had to leave early, something about work... But she picked up breakfast." Chris held up the small pink box of assorted breakfast pastries you'd dropped off in a rush. Leon looked over to the living room that was now tidied up, the blanket you'd been using folded nicely on top of the couch you'd shared with him.
Leon couldn't deny the twinge of disappointment that crept up. Yeah, sure, he was avoiding you, but he was actually looking forward to see you after weeks of rain checking and deliberately making plans around the time you'd routinely see him. Perhaps you did catch on to him not wanting to see you. Well, it wasn't like he didn't want to see you, it was... complicated to say the least.
The following few days were just as boring as the past couple of weeks. At least when you were around you could make his days brighter - the wilted plants in his apartment would stand tall as you passed by, flowers could illuminate in vibrancy they didn't first have. This day in particular was gloomier than the others, dark clouds slowly drew in.
A knock on Leon's door caused him to quickly tug a shirt over his head, hair messy and wet fresh from the shower. He doesn't check his peephole, expecting it to be his neighbor asking for a favor or something. He doesn't expect to see your beautiful, bare face shoving passed him not waiting for a greeting.
"Hey, I know we didn't really have plans for tonight and I wasn't even sure if you did, but Claire mentioned to me you seemed down today so I brought dinner if that's okay," you rambled as you set the takeout bag on his counter, already rummaging through his cupboard for plates. Leon doesn't utter a word as he shuts the door behind you, though he does take note of the wet droplets trailing behind you from the rain.
Leon treaded behind you, ushering you to shrug off your jacket as you put together your plates. He pulled your hair from under the jacket, his fingers dragging along the nape of your neck, bundling your hair together to the back of your head as he peeled your jacket away.
“I also got you some of your favorite hot cocoa,” you pulled out a metal tin from your local candy shop. The gummy candies were lousy and stale half the time, but the chocolates were delightful. You’d gifted Leon an assorted tin of hot chocolate powder, he liked them all but his favorite was the white chocolate hot chocolate with bits of candy cane bits. “I tried to steam you up some milk before you woke up Saturday morning, but you were all out.” a chore Leon had neglected as he threw himself deeper into work, he’d been missing his hot cocoa.
“You are too good to me,” Leon thought out loud. You looked over your shoulder shooting him a pointed glance. You were close friends before this arrangement progressed, so of course you knew the little things that would cheer him up. And after a few weeks of not seeing you, god, was it surreal that you were right here in front of him.
After dinner, Leon helped you with the dishes. From the second you arrived to post dinner, you could tell the light in his eyes returned. He seemed more present, he smiled more often. He’d even asked you to stay longer, heating up some milk for the both of you so you could crack open his new tin of hot cocoa, which he did not forget to thank you for.
It was all coming full circle — how caring and thoughtful you were when it came to him. How you could be gentle when it came to talking to him and quickly switching to being harsh when he wasn’t taking care of himself. Leon could listen to you for ages as you talked about your job; You’d worked with kids, wanting to make a pivotal difference in the youth. He liked seeing you light up and talk more with your hands when it came to things you were passionate about.
After a while, silence filled the air as you began to touch on the lack of his presence contributing to some of your blue days. And as much as Leon wanted to speak up and confess to you that everyday without you has been doom, gloom, and despair… he couldn’t bring himself to.
“I’m sorry,” Leon apologized, looking down at his hands.
“You don’t have to be sorry, work’s been-“
“It wasn’t really work - I mean, it was, but only because I wanted it to be.” this was the first time Leon was nervous about anything when it came to you. You slightly furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.
“You don’t have to explain yourself to me…” you sat back on the other side of the couch. The glaring differences in positioning from now to a few nights ago was as clear as day, although maybe not today day. Despite being right there on the other side of the couch from him, you couldn’t have felt more farther apart. And maybe it was because he’d just confirmed the shaking thoughts you were overthinking but pushed aside. Leon had been avoiding you. “I mean, we’re friends, so your honesty is the only thing you owe me. But that’s about it.”
Friends.
“We’re a little bit more than friends.” Leon dryly laughed, to who? He wasn’t even sure himself. Nervous laughter maybe. Whatever it was, it was the wrong time to laugh.
“Oh okay so, you clearly have something you want to say, so go on and say it. You’ve had three weeks to figure out how to put it into words, so go ahead.” a bit defensive, a bit confrontational - of course you would be. He’d just laughed in your face after ignoring you for weeks without telling you.
This time an uncomfortable silence enveloped you. You couldn’t even look at Leon. And Leon couldn’t take his eyes off you. Actually, his eyes hadn’t left you at all tonight.
“I don’t have anything to say, I’m sorry for laughing.” Leon knew it was a lousy cop out. For someone who’s normally direct and honest, this was awfully cowardly of him. And you knew him well enough to know he was hiding.
You looked towards him and he remembered why he wouldn’t allow himself to be vulnerable around you. Your eyes pierced right through the brick wall he’d been putting up. Your eyes scanned every inch of his face and goddamn did your stare haunt him. Pushing your tongue to the inside of your cheek, you let out a laugh, nodding to yourself.
“Right, well, if you don’t want to be honest, then I think our arrangement is done.” you spoke clearly, so there was no room for interpretation. “I’ll hold my end of the deal just fine,” the rule you’d been referring to echoed in Leon’s head. If either party ended the agreement, things would go back to normal - as if nothing happened. No feelings attached meant neither of you could have negative feelings about it ending. Though Leon’s not kept most of the promises he made you keep.
1) Always be honest, if either of you weren’t feeling the arrangement anymore, say something.
2) No romantic feelings.
3) No sleepovers.
4) No talking about the arrangement to your mutual friends.
5) Normalcy would follow once the arrangement ended.
5.5) Any breach of rules would result in the end of the terms.
In hindsight, the arrangement benefited him more than it did you. But you liked knowing that you could relieve some stress for him, like a good friend would. Everyone liked being that friend that could be relied on. So in a way, knowing you were helping Leon manage stress, it benefited you too.
You stood, grabbing tour mug from the side table and quickly sped to the kitchen. You’d made sure to snatch your jacket from the closet. Leon’s inside screamed at him to say something to you, admit that the rules were stupid he was stupid. You managed to pause at the front door after slipping your shoes back on, looking over your shoulder at him. Almost as if you were waiting for him to stop you or chase after you. And just like that you were gone.
It took a few minutes of silence, minus the pitter patter from the rain, to consume him before Leon landed his fist on the table with a shout. “Damn it!” running his hands through his hair, he sighed heavily, throwing his head back on the couch. His heart ached watching you walk out on him. Leon pictured himself grabbing your hand before you even stood up completely, telling you that he didn’t want it to end.
Okay, so Leon didn't retain any of the rules he'd set. He thought after everything was over, he wouldn't have any worries about having to talk to anyone about the way your relationship had developed with him. He couldn't promise anything once he'd drank a few. To be fair, Chris had never seen him like this either - not even when Leon had first joined the force and was still mourning his last relationship. Chris almost didn't know how to react. Leon being an emotional drunk was not something Chris thought he'd ever witness; Normally Leon would just sit in his corner, wallowing in his own self pity.
"What was I supposed to do?" Leon could feel the buzz feeling on top of his skin. He would laugh at you when you'd tell him you were 'LED light humming', words you'd used to describe the feeling of the alcohol creeping in. He remembered the way you getting him to chuckle, or even smile would release days of stress from work. You were such a beam of light for him and without you, his days had just been color-less. Exactly like the day you'd left him.
"You should have been honest. You were so scared you were gonna lose her and look where that got you. You lost her anyway." Chris gestured for the bartender for the cut off while Leon wasn't looking. Chris also couldn't believe you and Leon got on like that. Apparently Chris was bad at picking up on stuff like that considering Jill and Claire were hiding in plain sight in front of his eyes. If anything, Chris thought he had a better shot at you than with Leon - but who was he to judge? Leon had disguised his attraction to you as friendship pretty well.
"Ugh, you're right. I'm a fool," Leon planted his palm over his face, rubbing it as he shook his head. He'd never felt this empty before. You were the most exciting thing of his life and the lack of you was causing him to feel some sort of withdrawal symptoms. He grabbed his glass of what he thought was more of his special juice, only he hadn't realized he had finished his drink and Chris poured some water into his empty glass. He sipped on it, not even realizing the vast difference in taste. "You don't think it's too late to say something, do you?"
"Like tonight?" Chris almost choked on his water before checking his watch. "Leon, it's midnight, I would highly advise against doing something stupid this late. And while you're drunk."
"So you do think it's stupid," Leon cried out, overdramatically. Chris almost laughed at the sight he was seeing. Who the hell was this? Chris was glad he was forcing water down this poor blonde man's throat.
"No, Leon, I don' think it's stupid that you want to try and reconcile." Chris sighed. He could never get used to being the babysitter when it came to going out for drinks with Leon. Or with Claire and Jill - well actually, since they'd gotten their own place together, they've been a lot better at taking care of each other and not needing him to. "I do think it's stupid for you to want to do it drunk this late at night."
"So, tomorrow?"
"I mean, do you know what you want to say?" Chris pressed, cocking an eyebrow up.
"I never know what I wanna say when it comes to her. Have you seen the way she stares you down? It truly intimidates me to the point where I feel speechless." Leon downed his water while Chris puffed out air from his cheeks, nodding his head at Leon's statement. He'd been on the other side of you peering into the depths of his mind when he and Claire tried to pull a prank on you. Your stare was enough for Chris to immediately fold and confess that it was Claire's idea and he wanted no part of it.
"Yeah, she's intense." Chris noted that it was something you and Leon had in common.
"I think I'm gonna call it here." Leon lightly shook his empty glass. "I'll get a cab home and maybe I can think of what I want to say to her tomorrow." Leon slapped a few bills on the table to cover his and Chris' tab. Chris stood as well, getting ready to turn out for the night. Chris thanked Leon and told him to call him when he got home, as long as he didn't pass out.
Who told Leon he was good at following commands? He might be good at it at work, but he was not good at following through on his own words. And sometimes Chris. This clearly was one of those times. Leon doesn't even remember telling the cab driver your address or stumbling up the stairs the led to your door. He let out breath of air he was holding as his fist lightly drummed against your front door. He could hear the mechanical lock move around and he froze as the door slowly swung open, your sleepy eyes peeking at the other end, not expecting company.
"Leon," you murmured. You hadn't realized you were out of breath yourself. It almost overwhelmed you, feeling breathless but your nostrils being attacked by his cologne and alcohol. "Hi, what are you doing here?" you blinked a few times, letting your pupils getting used to be awake.
"I'm sorry, I don't even know how I ended up here." Leon was a drunk slurring mess, stammering trying to come up with any sort of explanation as to why you should give him any time of day, or night. Seeing him like this was enough for you to step to the side and let him in. Leon shut the door behind him as you sauntered to your kitchen to pour him a glass of water.
"You're not leaving til you sober up," you handed him the glass. "You're welcome to crash on the couch or whatever." You sleepily rubbed your face and retreated to your bedroom. Leon took a few sips of his water, taking off his shoes at the door.
He wasn't sure if it was the liquid courage or his sheer desperation, maybe both, but somehow he ended up in your room, setting the glass down on the nightstand. He kicked his jeans off, for more sleeping comfort. He slipped in next to you, gently so you wouldn't wake up. It was hard for you not to notice the bed dipping right beside you. Your soft gasp caused Leon to pause momentarily, you stirred a little bit before settling on your side, facing him. Once he'd pulled the covers over him, you'd unintentionally scooted closer to him, a little shiver escaping your lips. He was like a human oven, you'd always told him that.
Leon woke up right beside you, laying on his stomach with his arm stretched out over you. You were on your back, head tilted slightly towards him. His hand rested in the cusp of your neck with his thumb grazing against your jaw. He admired your resting, sleeping face. You lips were lightly pouted, lips he missed kissing.
This was exactly why sleepovers were prohibited. If he wasn't in love with you before, just watching you sleep would have made him fall in love. You were effortlessly beautiful.
"You know if you keep staring at me like that, I might have to file a report with my friend who's a cop." you sleepily mumbled. Leon pulled his arm away, not realizing you were awake. He almost missed your joke and gave you a grin.
"Your friend who's also a little more than a friend?" Leon pressed. He wasn't sure what possessed him to say that.
"Mmmm, no I was actually talking about my friend Chris." you cleared you throat, opening your eyes. "Besides, we're not 'a little more than friends' anymore." you gave him a pointed look. It took a moment for Leon to acknowledge the throbbing pain at his temple, he shut his eyes letting out a groan. "You need fluids, I refilled your water while you were sleeping." which was probably how you'd seen him sleeping beside you.
Leon lazily rolled over in your bed, gripping his head. He took a sip of the water; he knew he needed it, but he wasn't feeling too thirsty upon waking up. Still leaning on his forearm, he took a look over at you. You'd pulled your arm up over your eyes, probably to block out the sun that was peeking through your curtains.
"Can we talk?" Leon asked you softly. He tried to ignore looking at your lips, but it was hard for him to ignore when you were pressing them together so tightly. He couldn't see your eyes, so he didn't have anything else to focus on. He had to admit that his feelings were a little hurt when they turned into a frown when you uncovered your eyes to look at him. He had some audacity.
"Now you wanna talk?" you scoffed, sitting up right against the headboard. You crossed your arms over your chest, head pointed forward unable to look at him. "You didn't wanna talk when you were teehee'ing at me in my face?"
"I wasn't laughing at you," Leon protested. You inhaled deeply through your nose, tonguing the space between the top of your teeth and your lip. Reluctantly, you averted your eyes to Leon, finally allowing yourself to feel vulnerable. It killed Leon to see your eyes gloss up, he knew you were trying to be strong. "I think you misinterpreted what I was going for, which-" Leon cut himself off, rubbing his hand over his face with a grimace. "It doesn't matter. What matters is I didn't properly communicate to you and I hurt you."
"If you didn't want to hook up anymore, why didn't you just say it? Instead of pushing me away and making me break it all off?" you huffed.
Truth be told, you could have done without hooking up the whole time. It wasn't like you didn't want it either, of course you did. Leon was an attractive friend of yours and if it was mutually beneficial, why not? Complicated feelings and labels weren't something Leon wanted to put too much time into finalizing, especially with the stress of work. You can enjoyed his company more than anything and you viewed the physical activities that came along with it just as much as you viewed movie night, nonchalant and nothing to be made a big deal.
“I wasn’t trying to- or I guess maybe I was… But not for the reason you think.” Leon sighed, turning onto his side to face you, head still on the pillow with his blonde locks tousled everywhere. You adjusted in bed, placing your head back on your pillow, turning to face Leon as you gave him the space to speak freely. Leon opened his mouth to speak but you reached your hand up to push some of the hair from his face, leaving him silenced as he leaned into your touch.
As you tucked his hair over his ear, Leon did not hesitate to place his hand over yours. You were surprised when he didn’t peel your hand away from him. He held his hand over yours to keep your hand there. This type of touch felt more intimate than you had ever been with him. your fingers grazed into his scalp and his breath shuttered as he slightly turned his head to press a kiss to your palm. This time, Leon didn’t miss the blush that creeped up onto your cheeks.
“I pushed you away because I didn’t want the arrangement we had anymore,” Leon’s thumb lightly ghosted over the back of your hand. You could feel the corner of his lips move against your palm. “I realized I liked your company more than I would have liked and I found myself thinking about you even when we weren’t together… I wanted more than hooking up with you.”
“That is so selfish of you, Leon Scott Kennedy,” you laughed to yourself, scooting closer to him. Leon groaned at his whole government name being dropped, it didn’t stop him from draping his arm around your waist. “You ignored me for weeks because you liked me?” something like that.
“Yeah, I know, not my proudest moment.” Leon mentally facepalmed.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because,” Leon sighed. “We’re both so busy with work, and I wasn’t even sure if you felt the same way. I also wasn’t sure if I wanted to shift everything from casual to serious. But l guess since I’m telling you, I am open to trying something serious.” he gave you a hopeful look and you couldn’t help but give him a small smile. With the hand that rested on the side of his face, your thumb found his lip. His eyes didn’t leave yours as he feathered gentle kisses onto your thumb. He could guess that because you were allowing him to feel up on you that the feelings were mutual.
Leon tugged you closer, closing the gap in between you two, capturing your lips with his in the process. Your lips were just was soft as he remembered. Your body molded into his like it was meant for him. Leon’s hand pressed to the back of your waist as he rolled over on top of you, keeping his lips firmly on yours. Your hands found his back, the pads of your fingertips pressed into the muscles through his shirt. Leon nipped at your bottom lip, gently sinking his teeth in, earning a mewl from you. He didn’t waste time gripping the bottom of your shirt, pulling your shirt off. He lets out a satisfied hum at your bare chest.
Leon’s lips found solace on your neck, inhaling the scent of you and his favorite perfume he loved on you. He let out a loud exhale against your skin, the vibrations against your neck making you giggle. Please god, if he could hear this melodic sound for the rest of his life, let him be the reason for it.
"You miss me? Hm?" Leon continued his attack on your lips, hands groping all over your body, squeezing where he knew you liked. He could feel your skin heat up as he tongued over your lips forcefully. Your fingers found his hair again; he bit and you yanked, causing a throaty groan. Leon could feel his self control dwindling and you always know how to make it worse for him.
“Of course I missed you,” you said truthfully, out of breath because Leon could not keep his mouth or hands to himself.
Leon lets out a grunt at your answer, hands groping your chest. His thumb feathered over nipples, sending a buzzing sensation straight down to your core. Leon had some sort of sixth sense for how your body reacted to him, fingers hooking around your pajama shorts and giving them a tug, helping you shimmy out of them, leaving you in just your underwear.
“She miss me too?” Leon doesn’t wait for a response, his fingers slipping into your panties, earning a gasp of surprise. His two fingers dip in between your folds, causing you to let out a strangled moan. He spreaded your slick wetness along your folds, dragging his fingers up to prod at your sensitive bud. He’s watching you attentively, like he’s studying your every move because your his dinner. Or breakfast. His mouth waters as your jaw falls slack, a sigh of relief leaving your mouth. His eyes meet yours and he can’t believe how gorgeous you look. Hooded, blown out pupils with swollen, puffy lips because of him.
His middle and ring finger pushed pass your entrance, your breath gets caught in your throat, your hand immediately flying to grip his wrist. Leon abruptly halted his actions.
“You okay baby?” he asked sweetly, getting ready to remove his fingers from your pooling heat.
“Yeah, feels good.” you almost moan out, a blush scattered across your face. The sound of how fucked out your voice sounded caused his cock to twitch in his briefs.
“I’ve hardly touched you,” Leon hummed, continuing pushing his fingers in you. He noted how your walls seemed to invite him in, your wetness suctioning him in. “She’s so greedy, you really missed me didn’t you?” you clenched around him, earning a dry chuckle. You hand moved up from his wrist to his bicep, giving it a squeeze which he flexed in response.
Leon is unforgiving with his pace, his fingers plunging into you like he was trying to pull your release from your body as fast as he could. Every time you’d attempted to breathe normally, his fingers would fuck your breath away. You propped one of your legs up, foot on the bed, allowing him an alternative angle. Your moans bounced off the walls, fingertips digging into his biceps. You wetness was seeping into your sheets and Leon was just coaxing your sweet pussy to cry even more as his thumb finds your clit, rubbing circles. Your back arched slightly, adjusting the angle of your hips and the tip of his fingers brush along the spongey sweet spot that loved Leon. Once your nails dug into his skin and sound of your moans grew more high pitched, he knew he’d hit the jackpot. He’d curled his fingers upward so hitting that spot was guaranteed. You cried out, your free hand coming up to cup your breast, playing with your nipples.
“Leon, please,” you whimpered. Heat pooled at the bottom of your stomach, burning with a firey passion and he knew it. He could feel your walls starting to spasm around his fingers, if they tightened even more, they’d keep him from moving his fingers.
“What baby? What is it you want?” Leon cooed, pouting his lips at you.
“Gonna cum. Wan’kiss,” you jutted your chin forward, to which he responded to by closing the gap and pressing his lips to yours. You hand found his jaw, thumb rubbing at the prickly stubble. Your release rippled through you like a tidal wave, taking the breath from your lungs as you pulled away from Leon’s lips to cry. Leon hummed in delight, kissing all over your face.
“You’re so pretty,” he murmured against the skin on your cheek. “Such a pretty girl.” he waited until you were done panting to pull his fingers from you, you shuttered at the sudden emptiness. Leon brought his fingers to his mouth, licking his fingers clean. “Better than I remembered.” Leon gripped the bottom of your chin, bringing your lips to his again, so you could get a taste of yourself. He pushed his tongue into your mouth to share more of yourself with you.
Your hands wandered on his back, slipping under his shirt. Your fingertips grazed at his skin over every crevice of his back muscles. Your eagerness only fuels Leon further, encouraging him to pull away to tug off his shirt, tossing it to the floor next to his jeans. Leon jumped out of your bed, grabbing your ankle and yanking you to the edge of the bed. Leon kicked his briefs to the side, his cock springing up. Veins ran alongside every side of his pretty cock and he couldn’t wait to bury himself in you. Your hands found their way around his length, giving him a few pumps, causing his breath to hitch in his throat.
Leon split your legs, spreading them apart by nudging himself in between your knees. He gently pushed you back onto your back and you propped yourself up onto your elbows, watching as Leon gave himself a few strokes lining himself up at your entrance. He ran his tip along your folds, collecting your prior mess. He continued his teasing, nuzzling the underside of his cock in between your folds, thumb pressing him tight against you, moving his hips back and forth to drag his length along your wetness making a filthy ‘shlick’ sound. His reddened, swollen tip managed to brush under the hood of your clit earning a mewl from you. Once Leon was satisfied with the coating on his cock, he prodded his tip passed the threshold of your tightness. He inhaled sharply, feeling your warmth enveloping him.
As he slowly inched himself into you, he leaned over you, planting his hands on either side of you. A throating moan rumbled from his chest as bottomed out into you and you could only gasp at how full you felt, your eyes prickled with tears at the stretch. It had only been a few weeks and your body had missed him so much. It felt even better for Leon, he could feel your spongey walls hugging every inch of him as a homecoming greeting, missing his cock’s regular appearance.
“Fuuuck,” Leon’s head hung over yours, eyes shut tight as he felt your heat throb. He came to a pause, letting you adjust to his length. If your pussy had a heartbeat, he could definitely feel it; she was giving his squeezes like she never wanted him to leave again. Leon drew his hips back before slowly pushing them forward, starting off with an excruciatingly leisure pace. You could feel every vein on his cock, throbbing with excitement.
“Leon,” you gasped out, your elbows giving out allowing you to fall back onto your bed His hand gripped the top of your thigh, keeping them pulled apart as his thumb rubbed lazily onto your sensitive bud. His pace picks up a bit when your walls flutter around him, wanting to make them clamp around him the way you did his fingers. Your slippery walls made it so easy for him to move in and out of you. You run your hands up his torso, the palm of your hand brushing along his sculpted abs, fingertips along the underside of his pectoral muscle.
Leon lets go of your thigh to fling your leg over his forearm as he pistons his hips into yours. He slightly hoists your hips upward, the new angle punches the air from your lungs, you feel the tip of his cock tickling your cervix. Maybe he did want to split you in two.
“Fuck, it’s like you were made just for me.” Leon grunted, slamming into you at an unrelenting speed. His other hand comes up to caress your face, admiring your pretty fucked out face under him. “You’re mine, say it.”
“I’m yours Leon.” and for him, this hits better than being inside you feels. Well, maybe they’re tied. His eyes roll to the back of his head at your words.
“Again,” he harshly slammed his hips harder, earning a yelp from you.
“I’m yours.” you cried out. For the second time this morning, Leon had found his way back to your g-spot. The sounds that were filling your room was obscene, the wet ‘thlap’ from your wetness spilling out and his balls slapping against your ass. “Oh my god.” you breathed out, gripping the sheets underneath you.
The fire in the pit of your stomach reignites and licks at every nook and cranny of your insides. Leon pounds you with precision, like he’s coaxing you to cum again. Your cunt grips him like vice and he knows he isn’t going to last much longer, and he knows catching you up won’t be a problem with the way tears brim your eyes out of pleasure.
“Baby, haaah,” Leon panted, his hips stuttered for a moment. “You’re the most precious thing t’me, fuck.” the fire in your stomach swallowed you whole and you’re coming violently on Leon’s cock, your pussy squeezing and pulsating around him, strangling his cock damn near. Leon’s jaw falls slack and his eyes flutter, he struggles to keep his eyes on you, wanting to watch you come down from your high. His strikes him abruptly and you are the only thing on his mind. “Fuck, Iloveyou.” Leon confesses as his release washes over him, cock twitching as he leaned over to rest his head on your sweat-covered skin. His vision blurred and he realizes he’s crying.
His heart is pounding in his ears and his breathing settles as he slowly recovers from his orgasm. What the hell was that? Leon realizes that you’re playing with his hair as his panting slowly regulates into normal breathing. He’s still buried to the hilt and can feel your walls flutter every now and then causing him to wince with sensitivity.
“You okay?” you asked. Leon settled his head in the crevice of your neck, pressing a kiss there as your hand ventured to his back, lightly drawing pictures. Your bodies were still connected, which he fully intended on carrying you to your bathtub, just needed a little nap.
“Mhm,” he hummed against your skin. Leon slightly pulled back to look at you.
“Holy shit, are you crying, are you sure okay?” one hand remained on his back and the other cupped his cheek, wiping away the remaining tears. Leon turned his head to kiss the palm of your hand, nodding his head at you.
“Yeah, I’m okay. Just felt good, s’all.” Leon shuts his eyes in the palm of your hand as you continue your mural on his back. He’s never cried from sex before, he’s heard sex felt better with someone you loved. Now, he could be a vouch for it.
“You meant what you said, right?”
“Which part?” Leon mumbled against your hand.
“That you love me.” Leon’s eyes shoot open at your words and they meet yours instantly. Baby blues that have seen better days and always seem tired, no matter how much sleep he gets. But they seem brighter around you.
“Of course, I meant it.” Leon says softly. “All of it, I meant all of it.”
“Will you tell me again?” you asked shyly, a blush rising to your cheeks. Leon can’t help but crack a smile. He does prop himself up on his elbow as he takes a good look at you.
“I love you.” Leon says confidently this time, brushing the hair that was sticking to your face out of the way. “Now, what do you think about a little bubble bath together?” Leon straightens his back before slowly pulling his softening cock out of you. His eyes close for a moment, wincing at the sudden pressure leaving you.
Leon didn’t expect you to say it back nor would he ever force you to. He didn’t see his words as something you needed to say in return. He was happy just being with you and he knew you well enough to know that even if you didn’t love him back yet, things wouldn’t change. You wanted him as much as he wanted you and that was enough for him.
a/n pt 2: thank u for reading, i hope u enjoyed. have a lovely day/night, don't forget to drink water and take ur vitamins