LEAVING ME TO BLEED
best friend!leon x f!reader
word count: 1.6k
18+ MDNI. situationship kinda, one-sided pining, break ups, alot of angst/no comfort, fuckboy leon, love bombing(?), unprotected sex, p in v, fingering, praise, no aftercare. lmk if i missed anything.
leon had been through it again. another relationship gone bust. it left him restless, empty. it wasn't as though he expected much anyway, he was more than used to the disappointment by now. but that never made the sting of a broken heart any easier to bear. it gutted him every single time.
he'd been here countless times before, needing your warmth to heal him, your body to provide some temporary relief from his heartache.
on this particular occasion, he found himself knocking against your door.
there was a silence before it creaked open, and you stood there with your hair a mess and eyes heavy. it was late. he reeked alcohol. his eyes were puffy, red rimmed from all the sleepless nights.
“hey,” his eyes softened at the sight of your bleary gaze, an unspoken apology already lurking. his lips part slightly as he tries finding the words for what he wants to say, but nothing.
“leon?” you whispered back, rubbing at your eyes.
he abruptly pushes past the door and reaches out, cupping your face tenderly with his large hands before bringing his lips crashing down on yours. it was rough, hungry, a raw expression of his need.
your lips yielded softly to his onslaught, a faint groan escaping your throat as you melt under the intensity of his kiss.
“lee,” he could hear the sleep in your voice as you mumbled something about it being late.
“she.. she left me.” he rumbled, dampness of tears threatening to form in his eyes.
“help me feel better,” he choked out. “please.”
you tried to say something reasonable, something that might make him see the situation for what it was, but you’re silenced with another kiss, pressing you against the wall.
everything inside him demanded that he had you right there and then, and he was willing to do anything to make that happen. a groan rumbled from his chest as he wrenched himself away from the kiss, leaving you panting and breathless.
his eyes search yours for any sign of rejection or disgust, but he saw nothing of the sort. in fact, he saw something that made his heart ache just a bit more. he saw affection, longing, and a hint of lust that stirred inside him, it was intense, an itch that had to be scratched.
leon kissed your neck, his hands cupping your breasts through the sheer material of your shirt. he whispered something into your ear, so soft that you had to strain to hear it. it was a promise, an assurance that things will be different from now on. but you knew deep down that it was a ploy, a desperate attempt to make you give in to his demands.
and in that moment, your heart was too weak to resist him. you allowed him to strip away your resistance, let him drown in his desperation and need. but there was a soft, bitter realization that lingered in the back of your mind — he was but a man, a man who only sought you for comfort when he was hurting.
and you were just a woman, a woman who was always willing to provide that comfort, no matter how temporary, no matter how much it hurt when he left.
shivers raced down your spine as his rough hands caressed your skin, stripping you bare and letting your clothes drop in a messy heap on your bedroom floor. you could almost feel the desperation in the way he touched you, as though he'd never felt skin as soft and supple as yours. you sighed softly as he ran his fingers along your waist before tracing a line lower until he cupped your ass. his fingers flexed gently as he gave it a good squeeze, making you shiver.
he groaned against your neck. "you’re so pretty."
you didn’t respond, instead focusing on the way his rough palms felt against your skin. he cupped your face in one hand, tilting it upward for a searing kiss. you let him have it, kissing him back just as intensely, your body trembling slightly as desire began to build. you wrapped your arms around his neck, clinging to him like a lifeline as he devoured you with his mouth.
his lips left yours, trailing hot wet kisses down your jaw to your neck. his teeth sank into your skin gently, leaving faint marks.
his knee pries your legs apart, pressing down on the damp fabric of your panties. “so wet,” he hums against your skin. you whimper softly, burying your hands in his hair as he slipped your panties to the side and slid a finger inside you. your cunt began to pulse around him, your hips rocking slightly against his touch.
“lee, please,” you pant, hips shifting to accommodate the probing finger.
“please what? c’mon, tell me what you want”
“more,” he dips another finger inside you, drawing more soft moans from you as you arch into him.
leon continued to torment you with his fingers until you were moaning and writhing beneath him. you craved more, ached for him to fill you fully, to quench this insatiable desire that burned in the pit of your stomach.
“god, fuck me, please” the words slipped out of your mouth before you could stop them. it was a mistake, a raw, vulnerable plea that you now regretted. and as soon as the words left your lips, his fingers became relentless, thrusting inside you as his other hand gripped your hips.
“yeah? you want me to fuck you?” his breath was hot against your ear. he finally lifts himself from you, coming down to rip your panties off you.
you gasped at the sudden loss of clothing, feeling completely exposed as he loomed above you.
leon kicks off his jeans, releasing his engorged erection to your eager gaze. you wanted him inside you, needed him there to soothe the ache that was consuming you. leon spread your legs wider, running the head of his dick against your soaked entrance. you whimpered at the contact, reaching out to wrap a leg around his waist, pulling him closer.
“please, leon,” you whispered, arching upwards, begging for his cock.
he doesn’t allow you adjust, eagerly plunging into you. a low cry escapes your lips as your nerves were set alight with pleasure.
“so fucking tight,” he gritted out. "i’ve missed this."
his dick bottoms out inside you, making you gasp loudly. “i’ve missed you.” he whispered softly in your ear, and it almost seemed sincere. almost.
your eyes fluttered shut, you were too lost in the pleasure to form any words, but you managed a faint hum. his hips began to piston, driving himself deeper into your quivering sex. “don’t know why i even bother with other girls, i got my girl right here,”
“lee,” the whine slips your lips and your brows furrow.
he pulls nearly all the way out and then slams back inside, a deep groan leaving his chest.
"what? you're my girl, aren’t you?"
you gazed up with watery eyes and nod. a part of you wished that he would mean those words, that there could be something genuine between the two of you. but you knew that deep down, that was just wishful thinking.
sweat dripped down his face as he drove you higher, his fingers digging into your hips for leverage. in the back of your mind, a small voice warned you to be careful. what would happen once the high wore off? would he leave you lying here, all used up like before? hold you tight like he probably did with all is girlfriends after fucking them senseless?
you cry out softly, your hips bucking helplessly beneath him as you slowly come down from your peak, eyes half-lidded. he grunts as he pulls out, painting your stomach with thick ropes of his cum.
leon collapses beside you, breathing heavily. you could sense that he was already drifting off to sleep, his mind already occupied with his next mission, his next woman. you roll to your side, knowing that this was all you'd ever be to him — a warm body to quench his need when he was hurting. nothing more.
his arms creep around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. you let out a soft sigh, trying hard not to let the disappointment show as you burrow into his warmth.
he held you as he fell asleep, his body heavy with release and his breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps. you laid still in bed, tears stinging your eyes. the silence stretched on, filling the room with a heaviness that was hard to shake off. you deserved better than this. and you knew this.
a tiny part of you wished you could change things — you wished you could make him care, to treat you as more than just a convenient warm body. but as you stared into the dark ceiling, you realized that was a vain wish. leon kennedy would never change. he would always be the same man, broken and jaded.
you knew that once morning came, he would be gone, and the cycle would begin anew.
