A/N- Hello everyone! I'm deeply sorry for being late. Vacation got the best of me and I was (still am) slacking so hard right now but you're all waiting for a smut so here you go! I kinda rushed it to be honest and I know it's not going to be the best smut you'll ever read BUT it's my first time writing smut soo yayy! I hope you like it and don't forget to leave comments and give me feedbacks 🙂💜
Warnings- Smut! MDNI! +18, tigh riding, no foreplay?, aftercare, feels of aftershock, sex without lube, softdom!leon, praise kink.
The clock read 12:43 AM. You were curled up on the couch, lights low, the faint hum of the TV playing a rerun of some show neither of you watched. A cup of chamomile tea sat cold beside you. You hadn’t touched it in an hour. Not since the last time you checked your phone for any message, any update. Still nothing.
Then the door finally opened.
You were on your feet before you could think. Leon stepped inside, shoulders heavy under his black jacket, hair sticking to his forehead, the weight of a mission lingering on every inch of his body. His blue eyes found you instantly. And softened.
He didn’t speak right away. He just stood there, breathing in the sight of you — small in his oversized flannel, barefoot, eyes red from waiting. You closed the distance first, hands curling around the back of his neck.
“You’re home,” you whispered.
“I’m home,” he murmured back, voice rough and low.
He kissed your hair, your temple, your cheek, before you finally pulled back and wrinkled your nose. “Leon… you smell.”
That made him huff a tired laugh. “That bad, huh?”
“Go shower,” you said, nudging him toward the bathroom. “I’ll wait.”
He didn’t take long, but every second felt stretched thin. The sound of running water was oddly comforting. When he returned, steam trailed behind him, his chest damp and pink from the heat. His hair was messy, curling slightly at the ends, his body wrapped in nothing but a towel low on his hips.
He looked like a dream — exhausted, but clean, real, yours.
“Still waiting for me?” he asked, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.
You nodded, eyes lingering on the droplets trailing down his chest. “Always.”
Leon came to you slowly. The towel slipped to the floor before he even reached you. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close, skin-on-skin, his body warm and damp against yours.
You reached for the buttons on your flannel, but Leon stopped you. “Let me.”
He undid each one with deliberate slowness, exposing more of your bare skin with every pass. No bra, no underwear. You hadn’t been wearing anything beneath it. His eyes darkened.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “You were just sitting there like this?”
You smiled and nodded.
He growled low and kissed you hard, backing you toward the couch, hands never leaving your skin. You dropped back into the cushions, and he followed you down, slotting his hips between your thighs.
“Need you,” he said, voice rough. “Been thinking about this since I left.”
You guided him in, no resistance, just slick warmth and the sigh of relief that left both of your lips as he filled you.
Leon moved slow, deep, deliberate. He wasn’t trying to fuck the pain away. He was savoring you, grounding himself in every kiss, every touch, every breathless moan you made. You clung to him, legs wrapped around his waist, nails in his back.
“That’s it,” he whispered. “Take me. Let me feel you.”
Your orgasm built slowly, coiling in your stomach, heat pulsing behind your eyes. He whispered to you the whole time, telling you how beautiful you were, how perfect, how tight you felt, how much he missed you.
When you finally came, it was sharp and silent, your body seizing around him, head thrown back, lips parted. Leon held on as you broke, kissing your shoulder, your throat, your jaw. He followed you moments later with a deep groan, burying himself inside you.
You laid together tangled on the couch, your body still twitching from the aftershocks. One leg was draped over his, and Leon felt the slight pulse of your hips shifting.
“Still shaking,” he murmured, brushing sweat-damp hair from your face. “You need to ride it out, huh?”
You nodded, barely able to speak. He guided you, gently shifting your hips until you were straddling one of his thighs, bare skin against bare skin.
“Use me,” he whispered. “Come on, baby. Just let it out.”
You moved slowly, grinding against the solid muscle of his thigh, slick and sensitive, trembling as the last waves passed through you. Leon held you steady, kissing your cheek, his hand splayed on your lower back.
“That’s it… Good girl.”
When it was over, you collapsed onto his chest, breath ragged. He held you close, wrapping both arms around you, rubbing small circles into your back.
“I’ll always come back to you,” he whispered.
You believed him.
And in that moment, you didn’t need anything else.
Heard that you finally are living on the devil’s side of things. Weed helps a lot of people. How are you feelin now? Been in your system for a couple hours at least.
"Hungry," he purrs before gripping Leon's tie and pulling him into a kiss. "Can we go get food? Do you want food? How about some chocolate covered pretzels?"
Leon S. Kennedy here. I spend whatever free time I have here. Seems I’m liked extensively in ways I couldn’t imagine on this app. Hunnigan showed me how to open up an ask box? Says people can ask me things, so if you’re curious of anything do send away.
