guys we're so fucking back i'm over the cold i think
re2 virgin roommate leon kennedy and girly bubbly fem reader catching him masturbating to celebrate nsfw below lovelies
"h-hah— i-i didn't know you were home, angel... hey." leon shifted awkwardly on the sofa, trying to hide himself under a blanket. the tv was on mute, a photo of you alit on his phone screen in the dim living room. "fuck. i'm so sorry."
rooming with a rookie cop in raccoon city had seemed like a pretty sweet deal. he had crazy hours, came and went as he pleased, so you were alone a lot of the time. leon wasn't trouble—he paid his rent on time, kept the place clean, pitched in for groceries. and besides doing a great job as a roommate, he had basically become your best friend!
so when you came home and caught him rubbing out over a photo of your pretty face (a photo of you that you'd posted: pink sun dress, glossy lips puckered, glittery eyeshadow), you didn't know whether to think your deal with your hot cop roommate had gotten sweeter, or if things with your guy best friend had gotten a hell of a lot more complicated!
you'd always been attracted to leon. and now, knowing he had a thing for you (or enough of a thing to jerk off to you...), you knew what you wanted to do next.
you dropped your purse in the floor, heels abandoned by the door. it was late, you'd just gotten back from partying, still in your glittery pink cocktail dress.
"what are you doing?" you asked innocently, glancing at the tv absently. like leon wasn't trying to conceal how his sweatpants and boxers were pulled down and his cock was out underneath the blanket over his lap.
he cleared his throat, a light sheen of sweat glistening on his shirtless body. his blonde was messy, like he hadn't been able to stop running his hands through it. "um. watchin' the game."
you looked at tv again. "that's the retail channel, lee."
"i... accidentally changed it."
"uh-huh." you smiled sweetly then. "and you were watching what game on mute?"
"b-basketball," he said quickly.
"how many touchdowns?"
"four."
"in basketball? touchdowns?"
"yeah."
you approached the couch slowly, running a hand over his bare shoulder. he startled a little, staring at you like he was guilty of a damn war crime.
"leon?" you purred his name.
face warm, he tried to avoid your darling gaze. "yeah..."
"m' not mad."
his lips parted like he was unsure of what to say. when you reached for the blanket, he stilled.
"can i help?"
like he was in a dream come true, leon nodded so fast you thought he might swivel his head off. giggling, you slowly moved the blanket off his lap, pushing it away until it landed in a heap on the floor.
the light off the tv changed colors while flashing off his unveiled hard-on, and you marveled at it momentarily before wrapping your manicured set of pink nails around his shaft.
"fuck, you're big... almost can't get my hand around you, babe."
"y-you're so pretty," leon murmured, mesmerized by you stroking him and how pretty you looked, leaned against his side, head against his chest. he wrapped an arm around your waist, squeezed your tit. "don't know how many times i wanted this. shit, wanted this so bad..."
"you could've told me," you said below leaning down to lick his leaking tip. he hissed, squeezed you tighter.
"fuck, baby," he moaned. "i think i'm in love with you."
you paused at that, looked up at him. he took the opportunity to swoop in and kiss you, deep and genuine, licking his lips when some of your gloss transferred onto his mouth.
fluttering your lashes, you were unsure of what to say. luckily, leon found it in himself to breathlessly ask, "bedroom?"
