It's a messy kiss, one that barley makes it pass the entry way of his apartment. The moment the door shut behind you, his large and warm body had you pinned up against the wall, nearly knocking down pictures. Your hands ravage every inch of him starting at the dark locks of hair, down his neck then his stomach, until finally you palm his cock over his pants.
His teeth dig deep into your bottom lip, so fierce it draws blood. Not a lot but enough for him to lick up, the copper taste exploding on his tongue. Megumi is taller than you, him needing to lower his head to capture your lips in a kiss when you start to pull away, needing a breath.
"No," he sucks on your lip, pulling you back. "Need more."
Every stroke of his tongue over yours is another stroke of his cock against your cunt, hot and throbbing. Your panties are soaked underneath your jeans, and you want nothing more than for Megumi to rip the clothes off of you. But he doesn't. He doesn't want to stop kissing you.
Teeth are clattering together, tongues shoved so far down each other's throats, and saliva coating your lips. Yes, it's messy but also hot, so fucking hot. Megumi's soft whimpers which you swallow as he continues to hump you against the wall.
Your fingers hook into the belt loops of his jeans, helping guide his strokes, as it's your turn to nip and suck on his bottom lip. Megumi's hair is a mess from you running your fingers through them, pulling at the strands until he hissed into your mouth.
"Megumi," you pant after finally breaking away from his ravenous kiss. "I need a second."
His eyes are dark, not an ounce of light inside of them, as he stars at your kiss swollen lips.
"Times up," was all the warning you had before his mouth was back on yours, attacking more feverishly than before.
Every roll of his hips against yours made Megumi whine louder, his body beginning to tense up. The familiar ache at the base of his spine burned like an inferno as he chased the feeling, wanting it to wrap around him and burn him alive.
"Shit," he muttered against your lips. "Ah-fuck."
Megumi was close to losing composure, ready to feel the warmth spread all through him, but he needed to control himself. He needed to try and keep quiet, not to wake his roommate Yuji. The last thing Megumi wanted was for Yuji to see this, how pathetic he was about to become just from kissing you.
But all it took was for your tongue licking at his bottom lip to send Megumi over the edge. With a grunt, his hips stuttered against you as he spilled inside the cotton of his boxers, his warm breath against your lips.
I was writing this and originally I was going to make it much longer with a lot more explicit romance maybe smut in the second half, but after I wrote this much I didn't wanna keep it as a WIP so I can focus on Flight Risk. I'll post this and if enough people want a second part then I'll write one if not then it can stay a standalone :>
Post-RE4R Leon x Mercenary!Reader
You're on a job when you find something that belongs to one of your colleagues. You hope she doesn't mind sharing for a bit. Mostly just flirting and teasing.
wc: 3.2k
dividers by @viviansturns
You watched the blonde man creep forward through the thin slits in the wall, his face obscured by the metal. You followed alongside, parallel but hidden, carefully matching your steps to his to obscure the sound. He was approaching the same door you were trying to get through, and you were hoping to watch him go through it and just copy what he did. Sure, you had several of the access key cards, but they weren’t labeled correctly and if you could avoid setting off all of the building’s alarms, you’d certainly prefer it.
The man stopped mid step, glancing around, his gaze lingering on the wall separating you. You groaned internally. He was definitely hearing your footsteps, even if they were landing at the same time as his. Curse the echo of metal reverberation. You prayed he would ignore the sound and just keep going.
He started walking again, and you grinned, taking the small victory and waiting for a moment to start walking again in hopes of lulling him into a sense of security.
After a few steps, you picked up again, and immediately he paused, his head whipping around for the source of the noise.
Shit. He definitely knew you were there.
Then, his body stilled, and he said something that surprised you.
“Ada?” He asked, his voice kept low, though that didn’t stop it from bouncing through the empty hallways.
Ahhhhhhhh. The smile returned to your face. You had heard of this man.
Well, better to reveal yourself and see what information you could get out of him rather than stoke paranoia that could come back to bite you later.
“Not quite.” You said, unable to hide the smug playfulness in your voice, and unlatched the nearest panel in the wall of the hidden shaft. It swung open and you hopped down easily, landing softly on your feet, about seven meters away from him.
His brows furrowed when he saw you and he raised his gun. “Who the hell are you?”
Okay, sheesh. Not the most polite greeting you’d ever gotten. Not the least, either, but that was neither here nor there. You raised your hands up in a show of peace.
“I’m one of Ms. Wong’s… contemporaries. Colleagues, if we’re being generous.”
He didn’t lower the gun. Rude. His rapport with her was apparently not actually enough to “Is she here?” He asked. Your lips quirked up at the question, but you fought them down.
You slowly started to walk towards him, swaying slightly as you went. You were hoping that if he decided to shoot it would make the bullet land somewhat off center, but you were 99% sure it looked like some kind of seductive sex kitten thing. Whatever. Maybe it would add to the mystique.
“No, she’s not here. I just said calling us colleagues would be generous and you think we’re coworkers?” You laughed. “We’re in the same industry, that’s all. Seen occasionally in the same circles.”
He narrowed his eyes. “You’re a mercenary.”
You threw one of your hands to your chest in mock offense. He was five meters away now. “Gosh, such a harsh word.” You let out a theatrical sigh. “Correct, though.”
He was about to say something, but you let a Cheshire grin curl back up your face and said, “I’ve heard of you.”
His shoulders ever so slightly tensed further and the gun lowered just a fraction of an inch. Oh, this was fun. Maybe you should get your own D.S.O agent to have a psychosexual cat and mouse game with, seeing as this one was taken.
He scoffed. “Oh yeah? Ada talk about me a lot?”
“Maybe.” You said. “I wouldn’t air out one of my colleagues like that. Whether she has or has not referred to you as,” Your eyes narrowed as you held him in suspense for a moment, delight still clear on your face. Four meters. “A good boy shall remain completely under wraps.”
A muscle in his neck flexed as you spoke, and it was all you could do to keep your grin from growing even wider. If he properly realized how much you were enjoying this, he’d be out of the moment. Might actually decide to fire.
“She’s got a funny way of looking at things.” Was all he said, and he didn’t move. You sent a silent prayer of thanks to Ada Wong. Whatever relationship she had with this man that made him freeze up and focus on any mention of her, you were grateful for whatever it was as long as it kept him still. Three meters.
“Maybe so. She’s damn good at her job though.” Another theatrical sigh. “An inspiration to all of us in the industry, truly. I could learn a lot from her.” Two and a half meters. You could see now that his finger wasn’t resting on the trigger, instead hovering just below the guard. You were always glad to see a man with good trigger discipline— hopefully this time it would give you the upper hand.
Another scoff. “Oh yeah? Like what? You both seem to have the whole coming out of nowhere to make my day way more complicated thing down.” Two meters. Interesting that he didn’t say ruin his day. Whatever was going on there, you really were dying to know more.
“Like where she got that cool grappling hook thing! It does seem awfully convenient, you must have thought so at some point.” A meter and a half. Your heart was starting to race and you struggled to keep your movements casual, playful. Do nothing to set him off.
“What, you’ve been barred access from Mercs R Us? Do they not take kindly to rats in their walls?” One meter. Your blood was pumping hard enough that you almost didn’t take offense to being called a rat.
It was your turn to scoff. “Please, with all the shit that thing has survived it’s definitely not fair to call it a toy. At least say it came from Home Depot.”
You took one final step closer, bringing his gun into range, the barrel hovering right above your chest. It was now or never.
In one fluid motion you brought your right hand up and slammed it into his arms, grabbing his own right forearm, sliding your grip up until it knocked the gun out of his grip, and twisting it around until he was forced to turn away from you. With your left hand you pulled a knife out of a harness on your leg and prepared to pass it to your right hand. When his back was turned you lifted your left leg up and forced your knee into it, knocking him forward, and you let your body fall with him, angling yourself so that when you both hit the ground, you’d be straddling his back and pressing his other arm into the floor with the leg that had hit him.
As you fell, you swapped what was in your hands so your left was holding his arm up and your knife was in your right, and just at the moment of impact you brought it up to his neck, pressing the blade ever so lightly into his skin. Just enough so as not to draw blood.
“For shame, Agent Kennedy. Aren’t you the one who told Ada that knives are better for close encounters?”
He grunted. “And here I thought we were having such a lovely chat.”
“You know I thought so too, aside from the gun being pointed at me.” His arm was wiggling under your leg. He was preparing some maneuver to try and get free.
You swallowed. You could kick his gun further away and leap up to escape, but where would you go? He’d already seen you come out of the maintenance shaft so it wasn’t exactly a surprise anymore. You’d been hoping his relationship with Ada would make him a little more friendly to your ilk, but so far that had not panned out. Would he actually try and follow you?
His face was pressed into the floor, his eyes drifting from the knife to your face, seemingly also feeling less friendly now that there was a weapon pointed at him. “So what now? You gonna slit my throat and let me rot rather than let me destroy the sample? Have fun telling Ada about that one.”
There was the information you were looking for. You didn’t bother hiding it as your whole face lit up like a Christmas tree in delight. Your grip slackened for just a moment as it did, and he took the opportunity to shove you off his back and dive for his gun. You didn’t bother countering, and when he swept his pistol sights back up at you from where he was crouched on the floor, you saw the surprise on his face when he finally registered your expression.
“You’re here to destroy the sample.” You said, half statement half question. You started tossing your knife back and forth between your hands, the tension having mostly drained out of you.
When he didn’t correct you, you paused the tossing and pointed the knife back towards yourself. “I’m here to destroy the sample. We want the same thing. That makes us allies.” You took a moment to look pointedly at his gun. “If you’ll lower that damn gun.”
There was a moment of hesitation, but he finally did as you asked, and you breathed a sigh of relief before standing up.
He kept his eyes trained on you as he did the same, suspicion still evident in his gaze. “You’re not here to steal it for some mysterious benefactor?”
“My benefactor wants that sample wiped off the face of the Earth. I was worried you were here to deliver it to the US Government. Who don’t seem to be nearly as good of benefactors, by the way, seeing as they didn’t give you building blueprints.” You said as you walked back to where you’d stepped out of the wall, taking a moment to raise the bottom latch and close the panel. Once you did, it blended seamlessly into the wall as if it had never opened at all. Better not to leave a trail if you can help it.
Leon was brushing himself off as you walked back over.
“What the hell is that tunnel anyway?” “Officially, it’s a maintenance tunnel so that janitors and other personnel can transport machinery across the subdivisions they’re in for repair without blocking up the hallways in case of emergency.” You replied, falling into step beside him as you made your way to the large door at the end of the hall, together now.
“And unofficially?” He asked.
“Unofficially, they’re for moving around things that the more ethically minded members of staff would not be especially pleased to see at their workplace.” You sighed. “They’re only connected within their own subdivision of the building though. Any time there’s a big door like that,” You pointed to the one ahead, a large set of metal double doors that took up the whole hallway, a small card reader at the center the only sign that they weren’t completely impenetrable. “They don’t go through. So we still need a way past the doors.”
The two of you paused as you got up to said door, and you looked up at him. “Any ideas?”
“I was kinda hoping you had one.” He said, slowly slotting his gun into its holster as he went to take a closer look.
You sighed. “Well technically I do.” You said, and pulled out the ring of keycards from the pocket on your leg harness. All of them were badly scuffed, some with readable employee IDs and some without, as well as a small hole punched in the bottom corner that the identifying bar didn’t run through. You spread them out from each other so he could inspect them.
“I have key cards with access to all of the different subdivisions. I just don’t know which is which and we only get two wrong tries before the building’s alarms go off.”
He studied them for a moment, his eyes slightly narrowed as he took in every detail. The expression made warmth flood through your chest and down through your stomach.
After a moment, he picked up one of the cards, holding it almost delicately between his thumb and forefinger. “This one.”
“How do you know?”
“I read an email back in another other room from a guy who spilled ink all over himself right before having to go meet his boss in access level three. Broke a printer cartridge. See this line?” He raised his other hand to point out what you had assumed was just another black scuff mark. “That’s not dirt. That’s ink on the edge a curved finger.” To prove his point, he licked his thumb and went to rub at it slightly. Sure enough, the ink smeared across the white plastic card.
You plucked it back out of his fingers and swiped it down the key card reader. Sure enough, the reader blinked green, and the giant doors began to heave open. You put the card ring back in your pocket and started through the doors before turning back to him with a small smirk.
“We make a great team, you and I.”
He rolled his eyes, but you could see the corners of his mouth tilting slightly upwards.
It only took him a second to fall into step beside you, and you couldn’t help but admire him out of the corner of your eye. The way he walked always at the ready, his eyes scanning for danger. With his attention on searching for potential threats, you didn’t bother trying to hide how you let your gaze linger on his arms and the way his compression shirt outlined every contour.
You’d been letting it linger so long, in fact, that you almost didn’t notice when he stopped walking.
You glanced up. He was looking at one of the many closed doors along the corridor, his brow furrowed. The next of the main security doors was just a straight shot ahead, so you’d been planning to go straight there, but apparently he had other plans.
You raised your eyebrows at him, waiting for an explanation.
He glanced back at you for just a second. “I think it’s the managing scientist’s office. We might be able to find something inside to place the different employee numbers on the cards to who they belong to and how much access they have.”
You took another look at the door and spied the same thing he had: an ink stained hand print on the door handle, and you couldn’t help but think that it was terribly convenient that the thing distracting you was paying so much attention.
You smiled again, your face still full of mischief. “Well then, what are we waiting for?”
He started for the door, and you let him get a few steps in front of you before discreetly taking out your current phone. You angled it up so that when you took a picture of him, his hair was cleanly within frame before taking a few steps to catch up and follow him into the room.
Ada’s was one of a very short list of numbers you had saved to this phone, and you were especially glad for that now. Originally, you’d exchanged numbers to send jobs each other’s way that you couldn’t take yourselves for whatever reason, but that was at least eight shitty pre-paid burners ago. You were pretty sure she wouldn’t be too annoyed that you were contacting her for non-work reasons when you texted her the picture and a short message.
I think I found something of yours on the job. Hope you don’t mind sharing~
You didn’t expect, however, the near instant reply, much less what it actually said.
Go wild.
You couldn’t stop the almost scandalized grin that crept onto your face as you slid your phone back away. Wow, she really had you down. Were you that predictable?
You were about to turn your focus back to the job at hand, when there was another buzz in your pocket.
Just don’t break him.
You couldn’t help the scoff that came out of your mouth as you read it, and Leon turned back to you as you returned your phone to its place.
“What’s that about?” He asked, eyes still scanning the large wooden desk for anything that might jump out as useful.
You were still grinning in disbelief. “Nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about.”
All he gave you in response was a halfhearted grunt as he kept combing through the papers, now having resorted to actually picking them up and shuffling through them, but you could see the tips of his ears had turned slightly pink from where they poked through his curtains of hair. “This guy really needs to organize his desk.”
“Somehow I don’t think that was the first thing on his mind when the building evacuated.” You said as you walked up, putting your fingers on his shoulder and trailing them along his back as you slunk around to his other side and sat down in the office chair. “Besides, we don’t need to worry about all that.”
He stiffened under your touch, and as your fingers slid down his arm and off at his wrist, you just barely caught the feeling of his pulse beginning to quicken. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Cute.
You pulled a thumb drive out of your harness’s pocket. “Just that I have a better point of access.”
He shook his head as you turned to the computer and plugged it in. Within moments, it was unlocked and you had free rein over the account. “You really have all the tools you could need, huh?”
You shot him another playful smirk. “Perks of the job.”
He huffed, a slight smile on his lips, as you opened the file explorer. “You and I seem to have very different jobs.”
Your eyes flickered towards him just for a second. “I could give you a recommendation if you’re looking to make a career change.” You said, voice lilting as you teased him.
It was his turn to smirk. “Sorry, not interested. I think this one’s got a much better long-term benefits package.”
You sighed dramatically. “What a shame. Your talents are being wasted.” Having pulled up the employee roster, you turned to look straight into his eyes. “Personally, I would love to see how you do in another position.”
He looked away, his jaw clenching up before he spoke. “Just get out the damn cards.” He said, and you could see his ears were now burning.
Cute.
You laughed and did as he asked, hitting CTRL+F and starting to type in the first ID number. “Can you get me a marker or something? It just needs to show up on the cards.”
He sighed, and his shoulders seemed to relax as he was given a distraction and the tension faded.
You couldn’t help but wonder just how much you could wind him up further.
I hope you all liked it!! It's mostly just building tension but it's fun to write and I like trying to come up with lines that feel like they work with Leon's like goofy and odd humor, I hope I did him justice.
All writing is my own. Do not repost, reupload, or feed into generative AI of any kind.
synopsis: you were at market buying groceries to cook dinner for you boyfriend. everything was going great until you saw certain silver haired man on top of mediterranean olive haired girl kissing
a/n: i know hanare did not wore any lipstick but still bare with me
it was almost dark. kakashi was just hoping you wouldn't notice anything. by the time he returned, the lights were already off, which was a relief. he made his way through living room tiptoeing, looking for any sign of you when
"hatake kakashi-kun"
he was startled. he turned around slowly to face you. you were sitting on the couch, slowly lighting a candle -a scene straight out of murder mystery movie- which made him more terrified.
"yes ma'am!", he came to attention position, heartbeat increaseing it's pace
"how was your day? anything special?", your voice was calm. way too calm.
"everything was n-normal. nothing special, n-no-nothing at all"
"oh, i see. nothing, right?"
"yes. a-ahh i am all dirty. i think will shower now", he made his way towards bedroom
"then what's red stain doing on your mask around your lips. if i remember correctly, it was not there this morning. moreover i don't have that shade of lipstick"
kakashi froze midstep. his heart pounding hard against his rib. he looked at you, who still calm, now looking deep into his visible eye, making him gulp hard
"w-wait. i can explain"
"go on. explain. i am listening"
"i-naruto. i was told to investigate her. i didn't notice naruto, sasuke and sakura were spying on me until they suddenly fell off the tree and you know what", his voice turned into barely a whisper at the end
"so you are telling me, the copy ninja who also happened to be a jōnin, couldn't sense his lovely students following him 'until they suddenly fell from tree' and causing him to fall on top of the girl he was investigating, and kiss. very believable", you stood up and made your way towards the door
"where are you going?"
"oh me? i am going to guy-kun since he is more aware of his surrounding and at least knows to keep distance between him and some girl who he is told to investigate. i guess i will just kiss him from now on",
you were about to reach the door handle when kakashi came inbetween you and door. there was mixture sadness and something unexplainable in his eye
"please. don't go. i know i messed up and i am really sorry. i will do anything to make it upto you, just don't leave.", he dropped his head on your shoulder, he can't stop the hint of jealousy in his voice, "and don't kiss guy. he is just overly motivated fool. don't ever kiss anyone else beside me"
you sigh and let out a airy laugh
"i won't. i was just messing around with you. i know how hard you work to keep peace in this village. it's just that i felt betrayed when you kissed that girl. i was mad at you at first but then again i thought i should listen to your part of story before getting mad. you were wearing the mask anyways"
kakashi raised his head up from your shoulder. he was really moved until
"about those kids", you rolled up your imaginary sleeve up with murderous aura around you, "i will make sure to teach them a lesson tomorrow."
kakashi let out a quiet chuckle. you gave a peck on his cheek before going to the kitchen
"and about that, kakashi-kun"
"hmm. what is it?"
he made his way towards the couch, taking out his icha icha paradise
"you know that i am still mad at you, right? so you are sleeping on the couch tonight"
was running around outside with my kitty and a bunch of crows were cawing nearby so i did my best crow impression towards them and???? like a HUGE FLOCK (like think around a HUNDRED of em) came flying and sat around us???circling the area n shit??and started cawing up a storm??? I'm genuinely wondering if i yelled a slur in crow lingo by accident. or maybe a verbal gang sign????? they left after like 20 mins of shouting lmao????
YOU KNOW WHAT... I DON'T NEED HIM CARNALLY... I NEED HIM LOVINGLY. SOFTLY. HAPPY. I NEED HIM DOMESTICALLY IN MY HOME, WHERE I CAN SHOWER HIM IN ADORATION.
finn came over after work yesterday. we sat at the kitchen table for three hours drinking mexico city mules and assorted howdy dews and talking about rare spices, hidden nests, the thermodynamics of steam, streptococcal manifestations, and other imaginary constructs. it was a nice afternoon
