infinite darkness leon is my favorite leon !!! i have a huge poster of him in my room LOL and i used to have an album of just edits on him on my phone, it was well over 500 videos 😭
but here’s a little blurb for you … it might be a little ooc so sorry.. i tried
Jealous EX-BF Leon Kennedy Headcanons
ID!LEON KENNEDY x fem!reader
— nsfw content
summary; having leon kennedy as your ex-boyfriend!! who’s get jealous and is lowkey toxic
warnings; toxic but not abusive, clingy and possessive leon, he’s an idiot, unhealthy coping mechanisms, cunningilious, p in v
imagine…
Having Leon Kennedy as your ex-boyfriend, especially during the Infinite Darkness Era.
You’d never leave his mind, and he’d be constantly beating himself up for losing you. The break up was definitely not mutual, you had ended things because he simply never had time for you. Leon did not take this lightly.
He was head over heels for you, in-love with the warmth and love you gave him. When you left him, everything in his life felt like it was falling apart.
His drinking habits only got worse. He’d drink himself unconscious every night, he’d go on field missions hung-over, he’d have a bitchy attitude and he would definitely try to hit on girls with his usual ‘Wanna grab dinner?’.
In the rare occurrence that one would say yes, he’d take them out, reluctantly, and literally just talk about you the whole time. Your favorite things, how he missed your scent, even asking if he could stalk your instagram through his dates phone. You had him blocked on Instagram. Luckily, he had your handle memorized.
imagine..
Leon sending flowers to your apartment every weekend, along with a note begging you to text him. He may be obnoxious, but he doesn’t to completely overstep your boundaries and cause a restraining order, so he hasn’t shown up to your apartment himself yet. He wants a chance in your futures
Meanwhile, Claire is exhausted from having Leon cry on her shoulder every other day. She gets dinner with him out of pity, not trusting him by himself. She feels pity for both of you.
She understands your side, knowing how you must feel having a partner who never had time for you.
And she understands Leon, knowing how much he loves you. All she can do is watch from the sidelines, help Leon home when he’s black out drunk, and make sure he doesn’t kill himself.
imagine…
Leon stalking you, parked down the street from your place when he sees you step out, looking so pretty and cleaned up. His heart skips several beats and he straightens in his seat, eyes glued to every step you took. You had him memorized.
He quickly ducks down underneath his steering wheel when you look around your street. Once he’s sure he’s in the clear, he peeks back up, watching as you climb in your car and drive off.
‘Following you was definitely overstepping a boundary’, he thought.
Fuck it.
imagine…
Leon parking outside the bar you had walked into, a million thought running through his head. Were you meeting up with someone? Were you already over him? It had barely been a month!
He’s slow and steady as he walks in, keeping himself in the shadows of the bar. He’s gone through too many stealth missions to fail now.
His eyes watch as you sit down at the bar, wearing that pretty dress, lip gloss on your soft lips. The same lips he used to kiss stupidly every night.
He tries to act casual, sitting in a back booth, ordering a few drinks because why not, he’s already here, and watching you intently. He would know if you were here to meet up with a guy.
And to his relief, one of your friends walks up to you and settles down on the stool next to yours. His shoulder inflate and slump in relief, leaning back in the booth. He drinks up his whiskey as he watches you, suddenly feeling a lot lighter.
And of course, your friend looks around boredly, glancing in his direction and makes direct eye contact with him. Obviously, your friend recognizes him and immediately nudges you, pointing in his direction. His heart drops and he starts coughing violently on his drink, looking away and trying to hide his face.
Your head whips around, jaw dropping at the sight of him sitting in a booth towards the back of the bar. This place was nowhere near his side of the town, and you swore saw his car earlier outside your street. You grab your purse, huffing at your friend to wait behind as you march over to Leon.
imagine…
Leon being dragged outside the bar by you, explaining himself hurriedly, embarrassed and flustered by being caught. He didn’t wanna be perceived as a creep, it was only just a coincidence!
“This bar is an hour away from your place, Leon.” You glare, crossing your arms as you look up at the sheepish man, who was fidgeting with his leather jacket. His heart was beating fast, it’s been a month since he last talked to you. Seen your pretty face from so up close.
“I was just driving around, honey. You know how I get when I see new bars— gotta try them out.” He shrugs, trying to appear casual. He coughs awkwardly. Your eye twitches in annoyance.
“Don’t honey me—“ You snap, before sighing and softening your gaze when you see the hurt visible on his expression. “Leon, I broke up with you for a reason. Our schedules.. We barely had time for each other.” You frown.
Leon’s heart aches as he steps closer, his warm hand taking yours as he pleads. “Baby, please. I’ll change my schedule. Make Hunnigan give me less missions. This has been the worst damn month of my life.” His puppy eyes were working, because he could see your shoulders starting to slump in defeat. He steps closer, your back hitting the wall with a soft thud.
“Please. I’ll be the best boyfriend ever. You mean the world to me.”
imagine…
After almost an hour of bantering and pleading with him outside, you finally cave, letting him take you back to his apartment on the other side of town. He was gonna show you everything you had been missing.
He’s all over you the second you step inside his place, hands on your curves, lips against yours, picking you up and throwing you on his bed. It’s a big mess, he’s in a daze. He finally has you back, and he wasn’t gonna let you go ever again.
“You’re mine,” He gasps against your tummy, kissing down your thighs and pressing his head between, hot breath washing over your flimsy panties. Your hips buck at the contact, a small yelp leaving you. “Leon, s-slow d-down— I’m not going anywhere,” You whine softly.
“Not anymore,” He growls, pulling your panties down. He positions your thighs over his shoulders, diving down to lap at your cunt, no manners. He had missed the taste of you. Missed the squish of your soft thighs against the side of his face, trapping him in as you helplessly squirmed underneath his tongue.
imagine…
Leon finally pulling away after almost thirty minutes of lapping at your cunt, having licked you clean. You were trembling and shaken up, fingers aimlessly pawing at the sheets underneath your body. He hums softly and crawls over you, kissing your forehead down to your chin, rubbing his nose against your cheek and smiling.
“You still with me?” His hand pulses your thigh up against your chest, positioning himself between them. He watches your facial expression closely as he unzips his pants, finally freeing his cock, which was very painfully hard.
“Mmmm,” You grunt weakly, panting for air, chest heaving from the several intense orgasm. You were a mess, hair tangled, mascara ruined with streaks on your flushed cheeks, dress bunched all the way up around your skirt. You looked gorgeous, and he promised himself he’d never let you leave him again.
“You’re not going anywhere,” He whispers, hovering over you and slowly lowering himself until he laid against your soft body, cock rubbing against your folds. “You’re all mine, you hear me? Gonna be the mother of my kids.” His voice is low and raspy, making you shiver as he presses his thick head against your hole.
A shaky gasp leaves you as he slowly pushes in, hands holding yours down at each side of you, fingers intertwining. He watches closely, eyes dazed, lips parting as a low groan leaves him. Feeling your warm cunt swallow him, take him deep; he missed you so god damn much.
A slow breath leaves him. He leans down, pressing his forehead flush against yours, maintaining eye contact with your wobbly gaze.
“I’m gonna fuck every thought of another man out of this tight pussy.” He mutters darkly, shifting deeper. Your soft cry makes him hungrier, the dark parts of him aching to hold you down and fuck you till you were sobbing. “You know the safe word.” He grunts, pulling back and snapping his hips back forward. Your squeaks and desperate moans fill the room.
CW: SMUT MDNI, Office Au!! Age gap established, Power imbalance, Boss/Assistant trope, masturbation, Sub dom dynamics (Leon is subbing but he helps you dom him a bit so I think that comes under it?), Praise Kink, Leon being a a tiny bit manipulative (Relax guys, it won't be that bad), Oral (F! receiving), fingering.
A/N: So, I wrote this cause one of my moots @writingwisterias sent me this ask in the morning xD. And tbh it's not her fault I started this whole thing & I don't regret it lol. I wrote this fic in a few hours so maybe it's still a bit okayish? If you find some grammar mistakes? No you didn't 👀. Btw I'm sorry in advance if any of you find the pacing fast.
Lil tags: @lulualuana @fawnsflowerbed @miss-oranje-disco-dancer (i think you will all like it Or maybe not)
Summary: You walked in on your boss in a compromising position. Now what was going to happen to you?
WC: 4.3K
He thinks you're a sexy assistant of his with a waist he would love to grab & plow you from behind. Yeah he felt he was a pervert for imagining that. Plus everyone has office crushes or something these days.
There was no harm if he didn't do anything about it.
There's always been tensions between you two. But after years of working at corporate he had learned to hide his expressions well, You? Not so much. He could tell that even the simplest touch could make you fluster.
So he makes sure to touch you every now and then to see you fluster just a tiny bit. His hand drops to the small of your waist as he pushes you gently aside to get to the coffee pot in the break room, or squeezing your elbow as he thanks you for a job well done, brushing his hand against yours as he reaches for a pen to sign a few documents.
And it works and it makes his day a bit better knowing he still got it to make a young girl fluster.
You however, take subtle revenge in your own ways. Popping open a button or two when you go into his office to drop a few files on his desk, maybe dropping something on the floor to bend to pick it up, using a straw to drink something whenever you can. To show how well you can suck...the drinks of course but his imagination runs wild just enough.
Just a few tricks and he's flustered as well, he hides it well from his face...but his pants don't. He had to assume you liked him just enough too but he didn't have it in him to commit an HR violation by asking you out.
So after one day of rough meeting with the superiors, you could tell he wasn't in the mood. You tried bringing him coffee, talking to him sweetly. But instead, it worked opposite, a big frown on his face as he asks you to get out of his office. How rude, you were just being nice to the old man, guess it doesn't count these days.
But you couldn't be more wrong because things worked even if you didn't mean them to. After that rough meeting, you acting so sweet and helpful to cheer him up ended up short circuiting his brain. His pretty as a doll, half his age who could possibly be thought as his hypothetical daughter's age. Being all so caring to him and his grumpy old self. Maybe if he did have a daughter your age he could stop himself for what he was about to do next in his office.
He hurriedly closes the door or he thinks he did. He doesn't care right now, all he needs is something to help him relax from that shitty meeting besides he made sure you wouldn't enter.
He sits & leans back on his chair, taking out the emergency tissue box he always had. Spreading his legs wide and closing his eyes as he unzips his pants, pulling down his briefs just enough. Groaning as he starts to jerk off his semi hard cock, his head going to his usual fantasy of you as he works his dick…
Your face buried in the pillows as he grabs onto your waist and continues to fuck you from behind. He'd like to think you'd be into that, maybe he'd have teased you about fucking your boss for some promotion, maybe he'd have called you a few things in bed to see how you'd have reacted. He'd like to think, he was still good enough in bed to get you to moan for him…
Or if he was too tired for sex, maybe you both would be here in his office, you on his office desk with his face buried in between your legs, eating you out like a monster. Oh god, he would love to taste you, feeling your lovely hands tug his hair as you ride his face. God, it was too good...He was so close now... Just a little...
"Sir, I'm sorry to disturb you but Hunnigan is asking, Oh!—”
What? The fuck where that came from in his fantasy?
He opens his eyes back up and freezes as he realizes you were standing in his office, face red as a tomato and mouth agape from the sight of him pleasuring himself.
His eyes widen as he scrambles to think what to do in this situation. He could just apologize to you and hope to all the gods that you don't report this to HR. Or… maybe… he could be a tad bit manipulative? And smart with it.
He calms himself down and looks in your eyes as he slowly fixes himself, hoping you take it all in…unzipping his pants as he does, and taking out a few tissues as he wipes his hands clean. And throws the tissues in the trash.
He looks back at her with a smug smile. “...You needed help with something?”
You stare at him in shock as you try to calm yourself from what you just say. “Uhh… no…No help…umm…”
He raises an eyebrow and says. “No?”
You nervously grip the file that was in your hands and brush your hair away from your face. “Yeah… no… I can just say Hunnigan to call later—”
“No, tell me, what does she need…?” his voice slowly turns low as he gets off his chair and slowly stalks towards you, with his hands in his pockets.
His words obviously were not directed at Hunnigan right now and seeing you realize that was…fun.
Your eyes widen as a deer caught in headlights as you scramble for an excuse to leave. You turn around, grip the door handle, getting it to open. “It's totally fine, Sir! I will just tell her to bother you some other time—”
But he catches up to you & places his hand on the door to prevent it from opening. He crowds your space. He could smell your soft perfume up so close, Vanilla, he guesses in his head.
He waits for you to turn and face him, when you do, he lowers his voice further. “She can…bother…me anytime…” His hand slowly comes up to gently brush your hair aside & tuck it behind your ear. As his eyes flick back to yours as he asks. “Tell me… what she needs?”
Your breathing was heavier, you hoped this was just some wet dream instead that you could wake up from. Walking in on your boss like that, the one who you were crushing on for so many months & now he was close enough to kiss you if you asked…
But you really shouldn't. You should run at the chance.
So you take a slow deep breath and slowly bring the file between you both that was getting assaulted by your tight grip for so long. And as calmly as possible reply. “She…wanted you to sign a few places here.”
Leon looks in your eyes for quite some time and then slowly takes the file from your hands. He stands back up straighter, creating some space between you two, slipping back into his usual work mode. He opens the file, takes out a small pen from his pants pocket as he signs where it was necessary. And hands it back to you.
You slowly take the file from him and weakly force the words out. “Can I…go?”
Leon takes a deep breath as he steps further back to let you leave.
You nod, grateful to escape this tension. You open the door to leave when his voice floats to your ears.
“Knock, next time you come in, sweetheart…” His tone was full of taunt.
You don't bother looking back or replying. And simply leave.
He takes a deep breath when you leave, now he is convinced that you won't tell anyone. Although he is still frustrated that he didn't get to cum & that he's gonna have a bad case of blue balls now.
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After an hour or so, he manages to leave his office and go to your desk that was just outside his, to check on you.
You looked like you were having a bit of a tough time with the work. It was only fair as a good boss he helped you out of course.
He slowly walks to your desk and gently knocks on the wood to get your attention. “Need some ‘help’?” His voice is smooth.
You look up to him and immediately freeze in your work. “Oh…Sir… uhh… no I'm all good actually. Just a few typo mistakes you know how it is.” And chuckle nervously.
He smiles all too innocently at your discomfort and teases. “Oh? Sorry for ‘walking’ in & ‘disturbing’ you for that…I'm sure you can handle yourself.”
You look back at his smug face and could feel your anger rising along with your some more arousing thoughts.
God, he was so smug, why was he so smug? You could go to HR any moment. Why was he testing you like this? And God, you didn't know whether to slap the shit out of him or tug at his tie to kiss him and make out in the entire office & give him a real scandal to worry about.
You still can't get that image out of your head. His head thrown back, his hands eagerly working on his dick, eyes shut & chasing his relief, maybe he didn't realize it but you heard him whimpering your name too. And after that little stunt in his office you can't even forget it even if you tried.
As you were debating whether to slap or kiss him in the middle of work. Someone else came to your desk to drop a file.
“What are you guys talking about?” Dave asked. He was also one of your older coworkers but he was a sweet guy with a family of his own.
Leon turns to him and his eyes flicker with mischief as he sees the opportunity. “Oh nothing, just sharing stories of the dangers of someone walking in at the wrong time at a workplace. Like so much is going on all the time…And walking in at the wrong time can make things…explode.”
Dave chuckles and smiles. “Oh yeah, you don't have to tell me. At my last job, I walked in on my boss having a full blown argument on a call once.”
Leon's eyes flick to you, mischief alive in his eyes. “Hmm… just a call, huh?” And smirks at you. You glare at him, wanting to kill him for this.
Dave doesn't notice it and keeps on going. “Yeah, it didn't go well for me. He started blowing on me for not knocking instead!”
Leon smirks down at you as he says. “I mean he did have a point on knocking…”
Dave nods. “Yeah, but I did knock, but yeah I guess I should have waited for him to yell ‘Come in' before going in.” He laughs and says. “Never gonna make that mistake again.”
Your face grows more red as he continues to talk. Leon and you both in a little bit of a staring contest of your own, knowing he was clearly winning. You turn away and smile at Dave. “Thanks Dave. Hey, I'd love to chat more with you. But you know these files…”
Dave raises his hand in mock surrender. “Oh sure sure. Keep going.. Will talk later.” As he walks away.
Leon gives you a smug smile and deadpans. “See, even Dave had to learn the hard way to always knock when you go to see the boss.”
You glare at him and give him a tight smile. “I understand, Sir…” You clear your throat and get up from your chair. “I'm going to go to the archives, to get a few things… if that's all.”
You don't wait for his answer as you walk down the Hall to get to the archives. It was just a small old office filled with old file cabinets but everyone went there to either hookup or cry about their life.
You don't focus on anything else as you open the door to the archives and get inside. You lean back against the door to take a few breaths in and sigh. Still feeling your cheeks heat up whenever you remember it, him teasing you like this. God, you should go to HR and be done with it.
But you couldn't & right now you really shouldn't explore the ‘why, you won't go to HR about this major thing’ so it was best to bury yourself in work.
You walk further in the office to look around, trying to distract yourself, seeing if there was actually something useful.
As soon as you started to look around. You could hear someone else also coming in the archives and locking the door behind them.
“Hey don't lock—” You turn to face the person who did and freeze in your spot, feeling your cheeks heat up again.
Leon simply raises his hands in surrender as he says. “Relax, I just want to talk.”
You flush more as you cross your arms and look at him. “I… don't know what you are talking about.” You rub your hand behind your neck and look away from him.
Leon rolls his eyes and walks over to you. “Oh come on…”
You take a step back and say. “I don't want to.”
“Well we have to.”
You scoff and exasperatedly wave your hands around. “Why? I'm trying to forget about it!”
Leon shakes his head and scoffs. “Yeah, doing a marvelous job at it, by the way.” As he eyes you up and down seeing the nervous wreck you were.
“Hey! You're in no position to judge me. I can go to HR anytime you know.”
Leon raises an eyebrow and smirks at you. “Right…if you were going to, you'd have done so by now.”
He was right but you don't want to admit it. “That's…doesn't make sense… maybe I'm waiting for the right time to say to them.”
Leon scoffs and asks. “Right time? What does that mean?”
You shrug and frustratedly cross your arms and glare at him. “I don't know, I will go to HR when I think it's right and when I'm ready to talk about it.”
Leon looks at you with a curious expression, his lips slowly turning into a smirk as he realizes. And slowly starts to walk towards you again. “Ahh… Blackmail. I'm impressed.”
Your eyes widen as you start to step back. “No that's not, Uff—” Your back hits one of the cabinets, curse you, stupid small archive room.
Leon shakes his head as he crowds your space and leans down to face you. “Oh, that's exactly what you meant. I have to say, never thought a sweet & cunning girl like you could be so… ruthless. Blackmailing your boss?” His voice lowers as he whispers. “I have to say it does turn me on…” And smirks at you.
He could see his words starting to have an effect on both of you, your face flushing red, the tension between you two feeling more thick.
He continues to talk. “Because let's be honest, you're not as innocent as you make yourself out to be…I know all your little tricks to tease me.”
“That's insane… I never did any of that.”
He chuckles, very amused by your defiance even though you clearly wanted him. He gently brushes his knuckles over your cheek and whispers. “If you're blackmailing me… do it properly…”
Your breath hitches at his words, wanting to get the words out but you can't.
Leon sees how you were hesitating, you clearly wanted to go further, he just had to give you a little push. He continues. “I will do anything…for you to not go to HR.” He leans in whispers teasingly in your ear. “You want to see me begging on my knees for you to not tell others what you saw in the office? Begging & apologizing to you…so hard that you see stars?”
Heat pools between your legs, your eyes widening briefly at the offer, you knew what he was saying. And well, the door was locked this time. So no harm, right?
You clear your throat and take a deep breath. Ready to play his little game. “Get on your knees and beg.”
His grin widen at your order and gently brushes his finger on your soft lips. “Atta girl…” And slowly leans in to kiss you. His stubble prick your soft skin as he kisses you, when he doesn't feel you respond to his kiss, he starts to pull away, fearing he did too much.
But you grab him by his collar and pull him back to you, kissing him back harder. “I didn’t tell you to stop.” And bite down on his lower lip that makes him groan a bit too loudly.
Leon could cum from that moment alone, with the way you were putting him in his place, god this was even better than his fantasies. “Yes ma'am.” And kisses you back eagerly, bringing his knee between your legs and moving your hips so you could grind against them. “Use me, baby.”
You moan against his lips and wrap your arms against him and eagerly grind for him. Feeling blissful and too out of it as you do. And you both barely started.
His hands eagerly roam over your body as his tongue dances with yours, the kisses turning and sloppy and hotter.
You pull away to undress him but he stops your movements. You scrunch your face up and frown. “What… let me…”
He shakes his head and pushes your hands away from his clothes and whispers in between the kisses. “This is about you…and me just begging… and making up to you…So, let me… you just tell me what to do.”
You couldn't believe this was actually happening, were you going to control your boss? While he's ‘begging’, this is definitely some poor wet dream you are having right now. And God you never wanted to wake up if this was actually a dream.
Leon closes his eyes and starts kissing down your neck, no hickies there, since you are all still at work. His hands slowly move down to your hips, gently caressing them through the pencil skirt you were wearing, feeling you up. He bites on your earlobe. “Relax… no one's gonna know… it's not everyday your boss wants to beg for you.”
Your breath hitches as you close your eyes and slowly start to relax further in his grip. “Okay…”
He pecks your lips when you so obediently start to relax for him. “Good girl…so perfect. Go on, tell me what to do.”
You mumble out. “Get on your knees…”
He clicks his tongue and kisses your collarbone. “Try it again.”
You take a deep breath and say it more firmly. “Get on your knees and beg me, so you don't get fired for jerking off in front of your assistant.”
He smirks against your neck & slowly pulls away and looks in your eyes, the desire in his eyes mirrors yours and he couldn't help but thank all his lucky stars in that moment. He continues to look in your eyes as he slowly gets down on his knees for you.
He smirks at the tiny gasp you let out at the sight but doesn't comment on it, he's just gonna remember it for life. He slowly slowly lifts one of your legs on his shoulder and gently caresses the skin, massaging it almost.
He looks back in your eyes for a moment then turns his head just enough to plant a kiss just above your ankle and whispers. “I'm sorry you had to see that in the office.”
He drops another a bit higher. “Sorry, that I was jerking myself thinking about you…”
Another one on your calves. “Sorry, that I always think about you when I jerk off…”
Another one under your knee. “Sorry, that I'm such a pervert when it comes to you but I can't stop it.”
Your breathing was heavier, this was unreal, you can't help but continue watching him as he places those kisses so sweetly, you could stay like this forever.
His hands then slide up your hips to bunch up your skirt as he continues kissing up your thigh, mumbling incoherently now, kisses growing desperate. “Sorry, I always hoped that this… would happen…” And gently bites down on your upper thigh, making you gasp in surprise.
He doesn't waste time asking for permission and buries his face in between your legs, his nose bumping to your panties. His both hands grip your hips as he takes deep breath, your arousal feeling up his senses and he never felt more hungry for anything in his life. “Baby you smell even better than I imagined.” He flattens his tongue and tries to taste you through the fabric, groaning when he finally gets the taste. “Mm, we should always do this…” and plants a kiss over it.
Your face burns red from either embarrassment or how hot this situation actually was. No man ever enjoyed being between your legs this much as he was. And it made you feel embarrassed with how much he was praising you. “You're liking that too much…”
Leon huffs out a laugh, his hands gently rubbing the smooth expanse of your hips as he looks up at you. “Just trying to do my job well. You're still blackmailing me, so I have to beg really well now.”
He says this much and starts to make out with your pussy through your panties. That makes your groan, god he was so filthy with it. His tongue rubbing your slit and thanks to how wet you were, the fabric was now sticking to your folds like a second skin.
You couldn't handle his teasing. Your fingers lace through his dark hair and tug at it harshly. “Take it off, and do it properly.”
Another harsh tug to his hair makes him whine. He nods and mumbles “Yes, ma'am.”
His hands eagerly tug down your fabric and immediately pocketing it in his back pocket, exposing your glistening cunt. He stares at it dazedly and buries his face immediately and starts to eat you out like a dying man in thirst of water.
You couldn't control your moans even if you wanted to. Your hands grips his shoulders tightly as he eats you desperately but with tact. His nose bumping your clit as his tongue slips inside to taste you, his stubble prick your sensitive skin but that only heightens the sensations if anything. He grips your hips in a tight vice grip when he feels you shifting your hips. He was gonna beg on his terms.
He was playing with your cunt, alternating his motions. Spelling out his name with his tongue in between your legs and then sucking harshly on your clit. He was also noting what type of noises you were making when he did some move with his tongue. Doing the things you like again and again to get you to cry out for him.
You were a mess, it was almost embarrassing if it wasn't that much hotter with how much his tongue had you in control. You were already so close to your impending orgasm. The band in your stomach threatening to snap any moment.
You try moving your hips away to delay it but he was having none of it. Instead he doubles down and tightens his grip over your hips and pulls away from your cunt just enough to slide two of his fingers inside your pussy without warning and starts to suck on your clit harshly. Making you moan louder than before, god he was so ruthless.
He pulls away again just to see how your hips eagerly grinded on his fingers. “God, look at your pussy, sucking my fingers in… poor her, she barely got attention did she?” He shakes his head, feigning disappointment. “Good thing, I'm here…”
Your legs tremble gripping the cabinets with all your strength, your hands whitening from the tight grip as you start to get close. You open your eyes briefly and mumble out. “I'm so close…”
Leon kisses your clit and says. “Let go of yourself for me, baby.” And curls his fingers just right to get you to cum for him.
There was no stopping after that, your orgasm crashes down on you like a wrecking ball. Biting down on your lips not to scream his name too loud since you were all still in the office.
He replaces his fingers with his mouth and helps you ride your high, lapping up everything your pussy was giving to him. He only stops when you whimper from the overstimulation and tries to push his head away.
After a moment he pulls away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and sucking on his fingers to get the last of your sweet elixir.
Once he is done, he stands back up pulling you in his arms with a gentle grip and kissing you slowly. You melt in his arms, whining softly when you taste yourself on his tongue but he holds onto you tightly and pulls down your skirt & smoothes it. He pulls away briefly and gently brushes the tears away from your eyes. You didn't even realize you were crying because of your high.
He helps you fix yourself and then fixes himself. And then pulls you in his arms & gently peppers soft kisses over your face. You try to make sense of what happened between you two.
But one thing was sure, there was no turning back.
I'm sure I could have smoothened this all out better but tbh I was too eager to write this out. I'm sorry guys if the pacing wasn't that well. But I also wrote it in a few hours. So if it's possible go easy on me🙏
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Hello! I’m obsessed with your re2!Leon hcs they’re so sweet it genuinely makes my day to reread them every so often! I was wondering if you would like to write a drabble or hcs (chef’s pick) for either re4r or infinite darkness Leon with a resigned-on-relationships reader who’s never been in one or ever even been kissed due to life, college, and career (military, dso agent?) taking up too much time already, so Leon teaches her all that she missed out on? Or how would their first kiss go? If anything from this strikes your fancy and gives you the creative bug, I’d love it with all my heart!
content: fluff + mentions of alcohol!
a/n: hi anon, thank you for your request! i'm sorry it took me so long to get to it :-( i have been a busy gal hehe but i hope you enjoy this! if you guys enjoy this, i miiiight make another part hehe let me know!
you and leon first met at the dso's office, as coworkers, but your relationship progressed into a friendship and the two of you accompanied each other on intel missions frequently. leon usually goes alone because of his extensive experience, but he convinces hunnigan he needs your help (which she doesn’t buy, of course).
he leaves a cup of coffee for you on the desk in your office whenever he knows both of you are in the office on the same day. leon always leaves it with a handwritten message on a post it.
have a good day today! :)
(most of the notes say this because he can’t come up with anything better no matter how many times he tries and he always ends up with about 15 crumpled up post its in his pocket)
you save the notes anyway on a neat little stack on your desk. you started to develop a little crush on him, but never acted on it because you didn’t know if he felt the same way. maybe he was just trying to be nice to you because he wanted you to do something for him. or maybe he was just being a good friend. either way, you were as friendly as possible to him.
this really frustrated the hell out of leon because no matter what, he could never get you to flirt back with him. he’s never really actually been rejected, so this throws him for a bit of a loop and on the drive to work, all he can think about is new ways to flirt with you. you’re one of the most intelligent people he knows, especially at work, so it confuses him when you don’t pick up on the hints he’s throwing.
however, he quite enjoys this game of cat and mouse. it's amusing to him and he considers it a little bit of a challenge. leon likes the anxiety of it all; not knowing if you like him back or if you’re toying with him. you never flat out rejected him, but also never made any advances of your own, so he liked the guessing game. leon finds himself stopping by the office more often than he used to, just so he can see you.
maybe today I should bring her lunch during her break. or should I ask her out to lunch? well, Leon, have you ever considered the fact that she maybe doesn’t like you? you freaking prick. wait, no, but she laughed at my joke the other day… hmm…
one day he gives up and asks your guys’ coworker (who’s also your friend) about you. eventually he finds out about your previous lack of interest in romantic relationships because you were prioritizing your career and he finds himself admiring you for it. after all, the main reason why he started liking you was because of how focused and serious you were about your occupation. you were selfless and loyal, committed to serving the community and contributing to the greater good.
upon hearing this, leon immediately decides to stop throwing you hints. he doesn’t want to confuse you and realizes he should probably just be straightforward about his feelings for you.
the next day, you walk into your office to find leon already standing there with a fresh cup of coffee for you in his hands. he writes a note, asking you out to a wine bar. after a lot of thinking, he decides that dinner might be too intimidating and wants to be able to talk to you more and get to know you better, so a wine bar was the perfect option.
his heart just about bursts out of his chest when you read the note and accept his invitation for a couple of drinks. it makes his palms a little clammy when he notices your cheeks redden.
leon is obviously a law-abiding citizen, but he’d be lying if he said he was going the speed limit on the way home. in his defense, he wanted the evening to be perfect for you. he stops by a florist and gets a small bouquet of beautiful, fresh lilies -- just right for a first date.
when he gets home, he freshens up and practices his smile in the mirror, except it makes him cringe and he gives himself the ick. he decides he’ll just trust his gut and his charm.
he finishes getting ready way too early and sits on his couch, turning his tv on for the first time in months because he’s not sure what to do with his free time while he waits for the clock to tick faster.
eventually, he gets tired of waiting and drives to your place, arriving 40 minutes too early. leon parks outside your place and just sits in his car with the bouquet on his lap, practicing what he’s going to say to you. leon wants to be nonchalant because he doesn’t want to freak you out and scare you away, but he also wants you to feel special.
you look exquisite. no, no, that’s too formal. gorgeous? maybe too eager. beautiful? I think that’s the best fit. or is it too forward? who cares? actually, I do... but I think I should tell her she looks beautiful.
and so he does. when the time comes and he walks up to your door, the first thing he says to you is that you look beautiful and he hands you the bouquet, saying a silent prayer in his head, hoping his sweaty palm didn’t dampen the brown paper holding the flowers.
when you smile at him, most of his anxieties fade away. you feel so familiar to him and make him feel comfortable, but he’s still a little nervous because at the end of the day, he looks up to you and cares about what you think. he knows you haven’t had a lot of romantic experiences, so he feels a lot of pressure and doesn’t want to ruin it for you.
leon steals little glances from you while he’s driving, under the guise of making eye contact while talking, but he just thinks you’re so beautiful and wants to take in all of the small details like the lightly smudged lipstick you’re wearing, the way you did your hair a little different than you do for work, or the crinkles that appear at the corners of your eyes when you smile at him.
he always opens the door for you and gently swats your hand away if you even reach for it.
the two of you share a few glasses of wine and time just flies. conversation flows so easy with you and he finds himself wanting to know more and more about you.
“thanks for asking me out tonight. I haven’t had too many experiences like this, so all of this is pretty new to me. I haven't even had my first kiss yet,” you admit, looking down at your glass of wine.
“can I ask why? you don’t have to answer that if you don't want to.”
“I just didn’t really have the time and I wasn’t interested in anything that didn’t really have to do with my career. don’t get me wrong, I don’t regret it or anything. my job is the most important thing to me and I’m proud of everything I did to get myself here, but I guess I’m kinda ready to make time for stuff like this now. it’s just intimidating, I guess. I feel a little behind,” you smile sweetly at him and his heart skips a beat.
“I understand that. I started duty pretty early on and relationships weren’t exactly high on my to-do list. I hope you know that I don’t see you as someone that fell behind,” he says, taking a long sip from his glass.
“I appreciate you saying that,” you reply, turning your seat to fully face him at the bar counter.
“I mean it. I don’t think you missed out on anything, I think you made a bargain. I don’t see you as inexperienced or anything. I just see you as someone that’s been busy surviving and serving, and I respect that first.” leon turns his seat to face you, too, and inches his hand resting on the bar counter closer to your hand.
leon is really intentional with his words and makes sure not to say anything that could give you second thoughts. he wants you to know he isn’t hesitant about seeing you at all. he’s so sure about you and wants you to feel that, but also doesn’t want you to feel rushed into anything.
“feel free to tell me if anything is moving too fast, I never want you to feel pressured into doing anything you don’t feel comfortable doing. I just want you to know I’m having a good time with you and maybe it’s too soon to say this, but I want to see you again. I want to keep seeing you.”
when it gets too late, leon helps you off of your seat, keeping you steady with his gentle touch. his cheeks heat up when you hold his hand, intertwining your fingers with his and he mentally begs his body not to make his hands too sweaty.
he makes sure not to drink too much and stays within the legal limit because he wants you to have a safe ride home. leon is very responsible and even asks you multiple times if you feel comfortable with him driving you home.
“I can also just park here and we can grab a taxi if you’re uncomfortable at all.”
“no, I promise, it’s okay. I trust you, I know you’re not drunk. I’m not either, just a little buzzed.”
“are you su-“
“leon. just get in the car.”
he takes the long way back to your place because the ride is filled with chatter and laughter, and neither of you are ready to go home yet. at one point, his holds his hand out to you, offering to hold yours while he drives with his other hand. you gently place his hand in his and he gives it a gentle, reassuring squeeze, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb.
in general, leon is pretty hyper-aware of consent, so he’s checking your reaction constantly. he doesn’t want to be inconsiderate and definitely doesn’t want you to do anything you’re not ready for. when you don’t pull away and you squeeze his hand back, he takes it as a sign that you feel comfortable with him.
eventually, when the night comes to an end, he parks outside your place, getting out of the car and jogging over to your side to open your door and help you out.
“I’m not drunk. I don’t need help, Leon, I’m okay.” you reassure him and laugh.
“I know, I just wanna be a gentleman, so please let me.” he laughs back, walking you to your door.
when the two of you say goodbye and he hears your door close behind him, he pauses and doubles back, knocking on your door again, his cheeks burning hot.
you open the door, a little confused but amused.
“leon? did you forget something?” you tilt your head, leaning against the doorframe.
“uh… I was just wondering… and you can say no, there’s no pressure at all. can- can I kiss you? sorry, I know you mentioned you haven’t had your first kiss yet, but I had such a great time and I wanna keep doing this with you. and god, you’re so beautif-“
“I’d like that,” you interrupt his rambling, smiling up at him, shyly.
“are you sure?”
“didn’t I just say yes?”
leon takes a step closer, cupping your cheek with his big, warm palm, gently tilting your chin up.
“is this okay?” he leans in, leaving little to no space between your faces.
you nod and close the space, planting your lips on his, capturing them in a sweet kiss. it’s a little awkward at first but leon kisses you slowly, helping you catch your rhythm and his thumb strokes your cheek gently.
the two of you pull away after a few seconds, only for you to pull him into another one. this takes him by surprise and it feels like his stomach is doing flips. he feels so giddy, almost feels like he’s having his first kiss all over again.
needless to say, leon drives home with a stupid grin on his face and takes his sweet time getting home. he can’t stop replaying the kisses you two shared, especially the one you initiated. he feels like he's earned your trust and that's the most important thing to him.
"He's a sweet boy," Edith had told you, "Very popular with the ladies."
"Nice lad, moves a little too fast for my liking." Seamus had said.
It was a Saturday night by the time you got around to knocking on your neighbor's door. You gave a standard three knocks and waited a second, then a minute, and then five minutes. You were sure he wasn't coming to the door, even though you could hear what sounded like multiple people inside. You were about to turn away when the door flew open, the sight catching you by surprise.
The door opened revealing a man, haircut like he was in a 90s boyband framing his face, toned chest - shirtless you could see, behind the woman who was wrapped around his waist, legs clinging onto him and face buried in his neck. His cheeks were flushed, and he had the proudest smirk on his face, beautifully white teeth too.
"Sorry," he started, although you doubt he really meant it, "were we being too loud?"
The girl giggled then, a high-pitched giggle you thought only pornstars used when they wanted to be dramatic.
"Um n-no," you broke eye contact with him, looking past his face into his apartment, trying to gain some semblance of comfort in this extremely uncomfortable situation, "you're the only person on the floor I haven't met yet, but now is obviously a bad time so-"
You broke off your thoughts and turned around immediately.
You could hear his booming laugh echo down the hall behind you.
"Name's Leon," he barked just as you opened your apartment door and shut it behind you.
The whole interaction left you speechless.
What kind of person would open their front door to a scene like that?
