tell me you love me (pt. 2)
(re9 leon kennedy x reader)
content: FREAKY SMUT!! sex on the kitchen counter, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, (unprotected) p in v, breeding, mention of reader being on birth control, cum play... and a tiny bit of fluff! a/n: for the last day of @rednnedy's #9DaysToRequiem! tysm elsie for doing this event, i had fun writing!! i hope you guys enjoy this! it was my first time writing smut in a non-headcanon format hehe and i hope everyone is enjoying playing requiem!!! <3
“I… they need me back. in raccoon city.” leon said with a shaky breath, clearing his throat.
“so you came back just to say goodbye again?” you lift your hand up from the counter and run it through your hair. your stomach dropped. you felt like a fool for thinking he’d stay. he never did. the tears started spilling down your face against your will and you turned your back towards him. you couldn’t let him see you like this again.
you felt a warm hand enclose itself around your wrist, leon’s grip firm and secure. somehow, his touch still felt distant, like he was scared he’d break you if he held on too tight.
“I came back because I missed you. all these years, you’re what got me through all my missions. every time I came close to dying, I thought of you and got back up again because I… I couldn’t stand the thought of not being able to see you again.”
‘tell me you love me. please, leon.’
“I love you. I’ve loved you all this time. even from when we were little kids growing up together and even after all this time.”
you turned around and threw yourself into his arms, leon putting his mug down to cup your face.
“I’ve been so stupid. ple-“ you cupped leon’s face and pulled it down to yours, capturing his lips against yours. your fingers grasped at his moist shirt and trailed down, finding themselves hooked into the belt loops of his pants. leon quickly slid the mug on the counter aside before supporting your thighs with his hands, lifting you up onto the counter and settling in the space between your legs.
leon’s years of restraint snap at once, his hand tangling itself in your hair and his other pulling you firmly against him like he’s done being careful.
the kiss isn’t gentle. it’s desperate.
it’s thirty years of crumpled up unsent letters to you with heartfelt confessions. it’s every nightmare of his where he lost against the undead and succumbed to the wounds of his trauma.
your hands roam each others’ bodies like you were trying to learn and memorize each other again after years of wondering and yearning. there was barely any space left between the two of you. after all these years of being away from each other, there wasn’t any need for distance anymore.
there’s no grace to it; your teeth clash and your breaths are uneven, tears mixing and finding themselves lost in between your lips, but both of you are here and it’s all real.
you dug your fingers into the hem of leon’s shirt, quickly pulling it over and sneaking a glance at his toned upper torso. god, he was a sight for sore eyes. your gentle fingers traced over the multitude of faded scars that decorated his body, and you wondered where and how he received each of them. he was so imperfectly yours.
leon helped you get rid of your shirt, leaving both of you half bare. his hands rested firmly on your sides, given them a light squeeze.
“are you sure you want to continue? I know this is a lot. we don’t have to do anything you don’t feel comfortable doing,” he exhaled, averting his gaze to be respectful.
“leon,” you reached for his face, stroking his sunken cheeks with your thumbs. “I’ve never wanted anything as much as I’ve wanted you this entire time.” You trail your hands down his chest, toying with the button of his pants. leon looks up from your hands to your face, closing the distance between the two of you again by pressing his lips to yours, his hands pulling your shorts down. his now warm, broad palms rested on your upper thighs, his fingers inching closer and closer to the space between your thighs.
taking note of you clenching your thighs together, leon pushed them apart, his thumb rubbing gentle circles through your underwear. hearing you pant and seeing you push your hips forward, desperate to feel more of your touch, was enough to make leon harder than he had ever been before.
leon trailed his lips down your neck and down your chest, making sure to give your breasts some attention as he rubbed you, your underwear quickly becoming soaked. his tongue swirled around your nipple, increasing the pressure on your clit once he hears your moans start to get a little louder.
your fingers reached for his pants again, but leon pulled away, getting on his knees on the ground in front of you. his face was between your thighs, his hands spreading them apart. your underwear was quickly slipped off and leon immediately licked a strip up your pussy, your knees trembling against his palms.
he continued to lap at your pussy, inserting a couple of fingers one by one and thrusting them in and out. your hands were tangled in his hair, tugging on it and leon looked up at you, admiring the way you threw your head back and the way your eyes rolled back. the scruff of his beard tickled the insides of your thighs, making you want to squeeze your legs shut even more, but you didn’t want leon to stop what he was doing. especially with the way he was looking up at you. there was something about a big, strong man on his knees in front of you, focused on nothing but pleasuring you, that made this so much hotter.
“leon… I’m getting close,” you breathed out in between moans, grinding on his face.
“come on, come for me. you can do it,” leon encouraged you, his voice muffled against your pussy. his blue eyes drifted up, making sure he watched as you came on his face, your back arching and shuddering.
leon slowly stood up, licking what was left of your slick off of his lips and wiping his beard with the back of his hand. he chuckled, watching you slump on the counter.
“let’s get you in bed, this isn’t too comfortable, is it?” he grinned sheepishly, effortlessly lifting you off of the counter and carrying you into your room. leon gently set you down on your bed, putting your covers over you.
“what are you doing?” you mumbled, a quiet laugh escaping your lips as you kicked them off. “we’re not done yet, silly.”
“are you sure? we don’t have to do anything,” leon assured you, sitting on the edge of the bed.
you rolled your eyes, sitting up and playfully pushing leon onto his back. “I know that. I wanna continue. I want this, leon.”
“I do, too. I want you,” leon let out a shaky breath as you climbed onto his lap, straddling him. he unbuttoned his pants and you helped him slide them off, along with his boxers. his unbelievably hard cock sprung out, the flush tip leaking pre-cum.
a soft giggle escaped your lips as you placed your hands on his length and gave it a few strokes, leon immediately letting out a groan and throwing his head back. your thumb massaged his tip, spreading his pre-cum on it.
he rested his back against your headboard, his breaths quickly becoming shaky when you lined yourself over his cock, slowly sitting down on it. both of your moans mixed together as you adjusted to the feeling of Leon’s thick cock being in you.
“you okay?” he breathed out, his hands supporting your thighs. “it doesn’t hurt, does it?” he asked as you laid down on his chest. with a nod, you answered his question. “it doesn’t hurt, but I’m tired. I don’t know if I have it in me to move.”
“no one said you had to do anything. let me do the work,” leon laughed, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead. he lifted your hips up, supporting your weight as he very slowly pushed his hips up and down, letting you get used to his girth.
“you feel so good,” leon groaned, quickening his pace. “you’re so beautiful, you know that? you’ve always been.” he whispered in your ear.
at this point, anything you were trying to say was drowned out in your moans and most of your words were unintelligible. leon continued to thrust in and out of you, still holding you up by your thighs.
“I’m getting close, where can I…?” he asked, his voice quiet and shaky.
“i-in me. I’m on birth control,” you managed to mumble in between moans. leon pushed his lips against yours again, his pace steadily increasing.
“I’m gonna cum,” he whispered, followed by loud groans from both of you as he pumped his cum into you. his hips stuttered, losing their rhythm and you dug your nails into his back, his cock pulsing in you. the two of you laid there, your ear resting on top of his quick beating heart. once you caught your breath, leon gently pulled out, letting you lay down on your back as he stood up to grab a towel.
“that was… good.” you laughed quietly, a sigh escaping your lips as you watched Leon smile down at your laying form on the bed.
“good? that’s all I get?” he joked, sitting back down and kneeling in front of your legs. he sat there, just staring at you with the biggest smile on his face.
“what? is there something on my face? why are you looking at me like that?” you kicked his knee playfully.
“you’re just beautiful. and no, not something on your face. something…” he nudged your knee and kissed it, parting your legs. leon took two of his fingers and wiped the cum dripping out of you, pushing the excess back into your pussy. “right here.”
“leon!” you squeaked, your cheeks heating up. you swatted his hand, a red hue instantly appearing all over your face. your thighs rubbed together and you wondered if he could go for another round. you knew you could.
“what?” leon laughed and stood up, reaching for a neatly folded towel conveniently sitting on your dresser. you slowly got up off of the bed, your legs betraying you and wobbling.
“woah, woah. lay down, why’d you get up? I was gonna get you a towel,” leon held you steady with his arm, the towel in his other hand. you pulled the towel away from him and tossed it onto the bed, holding his wrist and bringing his hand up to your face. you looked him in the eyes as you licked his fingers off, watching as red spread all over his face from the tip of his nose, across his cheeks, and to the tips of his ears. he was still that same dork from 30 years ago, as much as he tried to bury it deep down. that easily flustered gentleman, who just wanted to do right by the world, had never left.
“you know… I think we have a lot of lost time to make up for. especially considering I’ll be gone again for a while.” leon said with a cheeky grin on his face, his big hands resting on your hips, pulling you closer to his body. “only if you want to, of course.”
“you’re going to be back, right? like soon?” you looked up at him, your arms wrapped around his waist.
he smiled softly, his arms pulling you into his chest. one hand held your head close to his heart as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, resting his chin on top of your head.
“I promise. I used to think coming back would just put you in danger, but being away from you is what hurt the most. I don’t want distance. I wanna wake up next to you every morning and know I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be."
