"Can i take a bite?"
Summary: What if Leon S. Kennedy’s biceps looked way too tasty like tasty enough to genuinely bite? And more importantly… would Leon actually let you do it?
genre : comedic banter, funny banter, flirt, romance? idk, fluff?
wc: 1.6 k
The apartment was quiet except for the faint clicking of keys from Leon's laptop, the occasional creak of his chair whenever he shifted in it, and the tired sighs escaping him every few minutes.
Which was exactly why–you should have been focused on literally anything else. Like your own work.
Instead, you were staring at Leon’s arms.
Okay, to be precise, his biceps.
Again.
Your eyes drifted there every ten minutes like some kind of cursed routine. At this point, you could practically feel yourself drooling.
Which honestly made you feel absolutely pathetic, but you couldn’t help it. Instead, you licked your lips like a complete menace, a small sly smile slowly spreading across your face as your gaze drifted right back toward Leon’s arms again..
It wasn’t really your fault though, because they genuinely looked… yummy.
You shook your head once, maybe twice, trying to shake off the thought, but the sleeves of his black compression shirt were rolled up just enough to expose his forearms, veins shifting every time he typed something, and honestly? It was becoming a real problem for you to hold yourself back.
Leon had been stressed for days. Missions, reports, calls from HQ at ungodly hours. You knew he was exhausted, and you really didn’t want to push him further into that dark abyss hole. But unfortunately for him, exhaustion apparently made his biceps look even better.
It was completely unfair and wasn't your fault.
But you were trying to act normal about it. You really were. But every single time he reached for his coffee mug, your eyes followed the movement like a magnet.
At one point, you actually caught yourself leaning slightly across the couch just to get a better look.
Then suddenly,
“Okay,” Leon’s voice interrupted your thoughts without warning, making you nearly choke on your own saliva. “Out with it.”
You blinked innocently. “What?”
His ocean-blue eyes finally lifted from the laptop and landed directly on you. “You’ve been staring at me for the past hour.”
“I am not.”
“You absolutely are.”
“I was thinking.”
“About what?”
“Your arms,” you blurted out before your brain could stop you.
Leon stopped typing immediately, and now his full attention was entirely on you. Which honestly made the situation ten times worse.
“What about them?” he asked, standing up from his chair before finally stepping closer to you.
“Nothing,” you answered quickly.
What you actually wanted to say was: I want to bite them.
“You want to touch them?” he asked seriously, and the seriousness in his tone made you laugh loudly.
“No, absolutely not,” you replied quickly.
You just wanted to bite them, you think to yourself.
“You are not subtle, you know that?”
You crossed your arms defensively. “Maybe I’m just, like, concerned.”
“Concerned,” Leon repeated flatly.
“Yes.”
“About my biceps?”
“Exactly.”
“They are so big, what if they actually explode?” you blurted out quickly, staring at Leon like a deer caught in headlights after realizing you had said that out loud.
“Explode?” he repeated, and then a tired laugh escaped him, the kind that made the corners of his eyes crinkle despite how exhausted he looked.
“Yes,” you said immediately, doubling down instead of saving yourself. “Like one day you flex too hard and suddenly, boom. Property damage.”
Leon blinked a few times, like he genuinely could not believe what had just come out of your mouth, before staring at you with the most exhausted expression imaginable. “You know, most people worry about my job being dangerous.”
“Well I am worried about your arms becoming a national threat.”
“That’s not a thing.”
“It absolutely is.”
He rubbed a hand over his face, already regretting every decision that had somehow led him here. “You’ve been sitting there silently for an hour and this is what was happening inside your head?”
“You should be grateful I’m sharing my thoughts with you.”
“I really shouldn’t.”
You pointed dramatically at his arm. “Look at that! That should not legally exist.”
Leon glanced down at his own bicep like he was seeing it for the first time. “It’s literally just an arm.”
“It’s NOT just an arm.”
“It is attached to my body in a very normal way.”
“That sounds exactly like something a man with huge biceps would say.”
Leon barked out another laugh at that, shaking his head. “You are insane.”
“Yes, insanely in love with you.”
His laughter softened instantly at that, “…What?” Leon asked, sounding genuinely confused by what you had just said.
“Pretend I didn’t just say that,” you muttered quietly, suddenly finding the couch cushions very interesting.
Leon stared at you for a second longer before the corners of his mouth slowly lifted again. “If it makes you feel any better,” he said softly, “I’m insanely in love with you too.”
Your heart immediately started beating violently against your ribs at the confession, warm panic flooding through your chest all at once.
And just then, completely against your own will, your eyes drifted right back toward his arm again before you could stop yourself.
Leon noticed instantly.
“…Seriously?” he asked in disbelief. “God,” he muttered, staring at you now like he was witnessing a train wreck happen in real time. “You ACTUALLY want to touch them, don’t you?”
“I mean… not really?”
“Liar.”
Leon laughed louder this time. “You are unbelievable.”
“This is your fault.”
“My fault?”
“Yes. Why are they built like that?”
“I literally cannot control that.”
“Well, do something about it!”
“What am I supposed to do? Remove them?” Leon joked.
You squinted suspiciously at him.
Leon narrowed his eyes right back. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“…No reason.”
“That was the face of someone having a bad idea.”
“It’s not a bad idea.”
“It’s absolutely a bad idea.”
Without warning, you grabbed Leon's hand and pulled him down beside you on the couch, and despite the fact that he could have very easily resisted, he just let it happen, following your pull without a single complaint.
Leon immediately pointed at you accusingly. “No.”
“You don’t even know what I’m gonna say.”
“I know exactly what you’re gonna say.”
“…Can I take a bite out of your arms?” you finally asked.
Complete silence. Leon stared at you like this was the most absurd thing he had ever heard in his life, because he might have expected anything.. But this?
He definitely did not.
“You want to do what?”
“Just once.”
“You are insane.”
“They just look very biteable!”
“That is not a sentence a normal person says out loud!”
You were laughing now while Leon dramatically rubbed both hands down his face. “I fight bio-weapons for a living,” he muttered tiredly. “And somehow this is still the weirdest situation I’ve ever been in.”
“Please?”
“No.”
“Leon.”
“No.”
“Leon.”
“No.”
You gasped dramatically. “Cruel.”
Leon tried to stay serious. He genuinely did. But then he looked at your ridiculously hopeful face, those beautiful innocent eyes, and visibly lost the battle. A long-suffering sigh escaped him. “…One bite.”
Your eyes lit up instantly. “I can?!?”
“One,” he warned, holding up a finger. “And if you break my skin, I’m going to bite back.”
“That’s fair, but I don’t have biceps,” you argued while dramatically flexing your arms in front of his face.
He laughed at that, and in that exact moment, before he could rethink his decision you grabbed his arm carefully and finally—
Chomp.
You bit it hard.
Leon froze completely like he didn’t even register the pain at first, which immediately made you glance up at him too. Then, very, very slowly, he looked down at you still attached to his bicep with the most offended expression imaginable.
“…Did you just fucking moan?!”
You immediately let go, horrified. “I DID NOT.”
“You absolutely did.”
“Fine! In my defense, they were tasty!”
“That is somehow worse!”
You finally pulled away from his biceps and collapsed into laughter against him while, your head resting on his shoulder, while Leon stared at you for another second before bursting into laughter too.
But even then, his other arm was wrapped automatically around your waist, pulling you closer against his side like it was pure instinct.
“…Worth it?” he asked tiredly.
You grinned against his shoulder. “Absolutely.”
“Now can I get back to work?” Leon asked, already sounding exhausted by your existence.
“You may not,” you replied immediately, holding his arms around you possessively.
Leon then let out a long, dramatic sigh like he was truly suffering, but despite all the complaining, he made absolutely no effort to escape your grip.
Instead, Leon simply settled even closer to you, gently pulling you tighter against his side before looking down at you and pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head, making you smile wider than you ever did.
“Fine.” He murmur softly, and finally lets himself melt into you.
