The further you drive into town, the more confident you become that you won’t find Chris here at all.
The roads are barricaded, some purposely while others are a consequence of a fallen lamp post or abandoned vehicles scattered mazelike in the streets. The town is ghost-like, a complete departure from the pictures Chris would paint when he’d visit or call on the phone to convince you and Claire to drive down one weekend.
Summary: you have a sinking feeling as you ride toward raccoon city to find chris redfield. naturally, you witness a man's face being eaten in the middle of the city and now you're at the mercy of a handsome rookie cop as an 18 wheeler hurtles toward you at full speed. next time you get that feeling, maybe you should listen...
Warnings: canon typical violence, language, angst?, anxiety, re2 spoilers (if that's a thing atp), a little boring since it's the prologue...let me know if i missed anything
a/n: hello! this is so weird i haven't written on here in literal years and kind of have no idea how to start...*ahem* if you've stumbled upon my page or this fic welcome in! i've written on other blogs before, but some screw in me loosened and instead of writing on one of those existing blogs i had this sudden urge to make an entirely new blog dedicated to leon kennedy (who can blame me honestly?)
ANYWAYS, i've decided to play re on my own rather than live vicariously through other people's playthroughs and i've noticed there aren't really any rewrites of the series floating around here and i myself am a sucker for a good rewrite! so i'm gonna be writing as i play/have time. really i just wanna indulge myself and hopefully some of you will enjoy this little journey with me! <3
Word Count: 2.9k
chapter 1 ~ don't panic ~ confidential files
September 29, 1998
A sensation had settled itself against the base of your neck the night before as you watched Claire pace back and forth with the house phone cradled against her ear. It was a dark and thorny little thing, a thread needling at your subconscious until it had stitched you an anxiety all itchy and brand new. She’d been trying long before you arrived to get someone on the other end, the lines in Raccoon city either tied up or completely disconnected.
It’d been days of this. An uncertainty rooting your twin feet to your apartment’s wood floors, taking turns monotonizing against the hum of the dial tone. Your consistent disquiet broke only briefly on the third day. Claire left you momentarily when her eyes pulled heavy like sandbags and she could barely stand straight. You’d chanced a random dial, an offhand number you’d been given by Chris Redfield himself. One of his fellow officers.
Reliable to a fault, he’d said.
You remember being slightly jealous of the glint in his eyes when he said it. Unable to convince yourself it was something more like friendship, less like a convenience of carnal persuasion. Claire thought she was great, that only made you feel worse. In that moment, phone curled to your ear, fingers poised over the keypad, you just hoped they were right. Phone clutched to your ear, you were gnawing at the dial tone, chewing the sounds. Waiting, breath baited to hear something different.
“Hello?”
“Hello? Uh…hi! Is this Jill Valentine?” You’d met her once, conceived her in passing, but it wasn’t enough for a certainty of vocal identification. She paused, likely her attempt at assessing your own situation, any altered motives for the sudden knot in her line.
“Who is this?”
“I…this is Y/n, I’m a friend of Claire’s, Chris’s sister. I’m just wondering if you’ve heard from him?”
“Chris? Well I– shit hold on. I’m getting another call.”
“Wait! Please don’t hang up. Please.” You wondered if you sounded as pathetic as you felt, but your faith in Raccoon City’s telephone service had slimmed significantly over the course of those three days.
“I won’t, I’ll just be a second. Don’t worry.”
Worry you did. There was a moment of relief in the moments before the call dropped, like you’d have something good to tell Claire when she awoke. Instead, the line had suddenly gone dead and your attempts at redial were met with an almost comically tragic voice informing you that the line had been permanently disconnected.
On that third day, when she’d woken and finally had enough of waiting for nothing, Claire turned to you with wide eyes and something like uncertainty shielded by her own thespian crack at confidence.
“I’m going to find him.”
It was somewhere between your useless attempt at getting her to see reason and her useless attempt at assuring you she could handle it on her own that the sensation inched toward the lining of your jaw, climbed inward toward the base of your throat and down, down, down where it unhinged completely to wrap around your heart and settle at the lining of your stomach.
Now, you’re sitting in the passenger seat, Claire rambling about the earful she’ll be giving to the first pair she finds when you make it to the city. No doubt hoping it will be her brother’s.
Her speech has grown lengthier, pitch raising an octave every so often as you get closer and the road seems to grow longer. Darker. You find it difficult to swallow around this unnamed thing, but a rhythm built on years of synchronicity doesn’t demand it.
“We should hit that gas station up ahead, tanks low.” You cough, voice hoarse from the stretch of silence. Claire nods, fiddling with the dial on the radio as she swerves haphazardly into the parking lot. “Jesus, Claire!”
“Sorry! Guess I’m just used to the bike.” She has the decency to look a little sheepish when a sudden noise from the station’s convenience store snags your attention. “What was that?”
You notice a jeep and an abandoned police cruiser a few feet away, otherwise the inside of the store is completely dark.
“I don’t know. Should we—” You glance back, Claire’s car door slamming in time with the pounding in your chest before you finish your thought. Climbing out after her, you scan the area, mumbling halfheartedly. “Of course we should.”
Claire’s path is direct to the store’s front, your own straying toward the two cars you noticed earlier. The jeep is a forest green, lightly aged, otherwise untouched. Your hand hovers near the hood, heat still biting beneath it from the engine. They haven’t been here long.
Your gaze moves toward the police cruiser. Lights lifeless up top, the passenger side door leaning toward you on its hinges. You have a fantastically sickening thought sidling towards it to peek inside. The image of Chris Redfield, his badge resting lazily in the center console, telltale that the noises coming from the building are leading you toward something sinister.
You almost sigh in relief when it’s empty. Nothing but static and the uncomfortable smell of leather mixed with something stale and questionable. You lean forward, hearing something low, like a voice but not quite audible enough to make out words. You poke at the police radio hoping to find some sort of connection, but it's still just white noise.
Pulling back from the car you hear it again.
Louder.
Closer.
This time it sounds throaty and coated in something like phlegm, clawing its way from the back of someone’s throat. You turn toward the road to someone limping toward you, arm dangling to the side, body at an angle. You move away from the car without drawing more attention, your jaw trembling where it tries to form words.
“C-Claire!” You inch toward her, voice only loud enough that it draws her eyes. Once you’re close enough you glance her way, then back at the person, now people, dragging themselves somehow so lazily, yet menacing enough that this sensation, this thing is squeezing your heart so tightly you’re not sure you can move. You glance down at your trembling hands, trying to think but everything is just hissing and groaning with no source of logic.
It’s dreamlike the way they circle in, lethargy leaking out into the pavement. You think you could make it back to the car if there weren’t so many of them.
“Don’t shoot!” You find Claire, now standing with her arms up, following her line of sight until you’re looking at the barrel of a gun pointed directly at the two of you.
“Get down!” You’re not sure if you listen or your legs have given out, but the sound of a gunshot rings in your ear canal and you feel something wet and thick splatter against your jacket before a pair of strong, steady hands is helping you back to your feet. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah…I think so. Thanks.” Claire answers, but his attention is on you.
His eyes paint the clearest of blues, slow roaming like a glacier, though the heat of him pressing into your front translates an unmistakable warmth through his frost stained pupils.
He can’t be more than a few years older than you. His cheeks are dusted pink from the trouble, his portrait boyish and undeniably handsome. He glances at Claire, then the growing hoard that had attracted to the single resounding gunshot in the otherwise empty stretch of land.
“You can thank me later, when we’re safe.”
“Holy shit.” There’s no path back to the car, you can barely catch sight of it past the bodies closing in. “We have to go!”
“Come on! Get in!” The same steady hands urge you forward, clearing the distance between the store and the police car. Somehow you manage to avoid the mass of bodies long enough to throw yourself into the backseat. “Hold on!”
Down, down, down you shove the sensation, swallowing against the bile rising in the base of your throat now that you’ve got a moment to register your surroundings and the lingering scent of something you could only describe as rotting. Your nails dig into the seat, watching through the back window as you peel off, wondering what could possibly await you in Raccoon City.
“What the hell is going on?” Claire voices what everyone is thinking once you’ve made it far enough away from the gas station. You’re leaning forward, chin resting against the side of the passenger seat. You’ve only just caught your breath and your curiosity’s not far behind.
“I don’t know… Hopefully they’ll have some answers at the police station.”
“Wait, you’re a cop?” Claire perks up, peeking at you hopefully. You purse your lips, unsure this guy will be any help. He knows his way around a handgun, but he seems to be just as lost as the two of you.
“Yeah, Leon Kennedy. You are…?” He looks between you and Claire swiftly before his attention is focused back on the road.
“Claire—Claire Redfield. This is Y/N Y/L/N.”
“Live around here?” Leon glances at you in the mirror, like he’s making sure you’re still there. You realize you haven’t spoken since you threw yourself into the backseat, but you aren’t sure you could find the words if you wanted.
“No.” You clear your throat, Claire’s hand envelops yours where it rests in the center console. “Hopefully just passing through.”
“We’re looking for my brother. He’s a cop too.”
“Well, it’s a good thing we found each other. I don’t know what to expect anymore…” Leon sighs, your eyes latch onto a sign reading Welcome to Raccoon City. Home of Umbrella.
~*~
The further you drive into town, the more confident you become that you won’t find Chris here at all.
The roads are barricaded, some purposely while others are a consequence of a fallen lamp post or abandoned vehicles scattered mazelike in the streets. The town is ghost-like, a complete departure from the pictures Chris would paint when he’d visit or call on the phone to convince you and Claire to drive down one weekend.
The bright colored signs mixing with muck and wet make the place look dystopian. Only supplemented by the loop of a loudspeaker urging everyone to take shelter at the police station.
“A citywide outbreak?” You voice, squinting out of the window in the hopes you’ll see someone normal. “How have we not heard anything?”
“Oh my god, this is so unreal…” Claire gasps, looking at the empty streets.
“The police station’s not much farther. They’ll know something.” Leon sounds sure, still optimistic despite what you’ve already seen. You hope he’s right, but you can’t help the sting of realism like a chill up your spine.
“Yeah but…what if we’re the only ones? What if there’s no survivors–” Claire looks at you, unspoken fear rimming her eyes at the thought of Chris lurking in this place like one of those things.
“No. There’s survivors. It’s a big city…there has to be.”
“He’s right.” You nod, feeling less sure of it than you sound. “We’ll find Chris, and everyone else then this’ll all just feel like some fucked up dream.”
The car slows at a roadblock leading right to the Raccoon City Police Department. Leon glances in either direction before his eyes land back on you and Claire.
“Looks like we’re walking from here.”
“More like running.” Claire points to the sidewalk, two people leaning over something on the ground. You make out the lining of legs protruding from one end, gagging at the implication. Two sets of teeth are tearing into the lifeless flesh like a dog at dinner when the car catches their attention. They drift almost mechanically. The same gaunt faces and unsteady limbs that found you at the gas station lagging in unison, a meandering march straight toward you.
"Yeah, good call.” Leon nods as several of those things start pounding on all sides of the car. “Jesus Christ!”
“So no walking or running then.” You assert, half screaming when another hand flings at one of the backdoor windows.
“Leon! We gotta back up!” Claire yells, her eyes flitting to the back windshield for a moment then again she double takes, her pupils tripling in size. “What the–!?”
You glimpse her sudden panic in the rearview mirror, half blinded by the headlights of a truck, the size daunting enough that it could probably smash the police cruiser with a single wheel. It shows no sign of stopping or slowing, on course to slam directly into you in a matter of moments.
“Fuck!”
“Holy shit! Get out! Get out now!” You look at both doors, obstructed by bodies smacking and growling. Claire yanks at the handle on her own door, but it won’t budge. Even if you could manage to make it out of the line of fire, you’d be stepping directly into a minefield, shackled by the first pair of hands to grab a hold of you. You shift forward, eyes catching Leon’s in the mirror. They aren’t colored in panic like your own, but flitting back and forth like they’re calculating something.
“I can’t!” She cries, continuing to yank on the handle.
“There’s no way out!” You panic, bodies cast in the glow of the growing headlights. Your eyes slam shut, nails digging into your palms, bracing for impact.
You hear Leon’s steady Hold on! before the truck slams into the back of the car, sending it flying forward into the barricade then jerking to a stop. You’re jostled, vision blurring around the edges where your head bounced off of the car’s ceiling in the collision. Almost immediately Leon’s grabbing a hold to help you climb out of the driver’s side door, dragging you over the seat.
You glance back at the car, searching for any sign of Claire once you’ve managed to find your footing.
“Claire!” You call, stumbling forward. You don’t make it far, just a few steps, then you’re shielding yourself from the blast radius of the cruiser exploding from the impact. It feels sweltering against your skin, but it barely registers when your heart drops to your stomach when you don’t see Claire. “Claire!”
“Oh no…” Leon’s grabbing at you again just as another, larger, explosion sends the two of you flying into an adjacent car. He takes most of the impact, his body cushioning your blow with a low grunt. You scramble, hands splitting against the concrete to stand. It’s an effort to lift your body onto your toes to make sense of the flames separating you from where, you hope, Claire is. “Claire! Claire, you okay!?”
“Yeah! I’m alright! How about you!? Y/N!?”
“We’re fine!” You call back, stepping as close to the flames as possible. You don’t miss Leon keeping stride, his body like a solid wall separating you from the figures creeping up. “Can you make it over here!?”
“No, I…there isn’t an opening!”
“We can’t stay here!” Leon cuts in, drawing his gun. “It’s not safe! We’ll meet you at the station!”
“I’ll be there! Keep each other safe!” You don’t like the idea of leaving Claire alone, but it’s your narrow escape of one of those things that convinces you of your lack of options. Leon guides you through the fray, gun raised at any opposing threat. It gives you an opportunity to look at what you’ve walked into, wonder how it could’ve gotten like this.
Buildings are ransacked, their doors chained and padlocked, windows broken or boarded. The only people you see can't be anymore, moving at awkward angles, half decayed and hungry for their own kind.
You think of Chris. You're reminded of his smile, the way his voice filled with excitement, as much as he could muster anyway, when he told you he was leaving for Raccoon City. It left you wondering how much of it was performance, a convincing counterweight to Claire’s anxiety after he came home from the force just to announce his ready departure once more.
"This is outta control! Shit… It’s everybody…! They’ve all turned…” Leon shutters, the only gap in his quick composure. “There it is…the station."
Leon pilots the two of you swiftly through the bodies, his careful navigation steering you safely through streets and alleyways until you’ve made it inside the gates of the police department. You help him latch yourselves in, faltering back half a step to stare. Not at him, but rather what lies beyond him. Bodies pushing against the iron, hands slotting through the bars for something to sink their teeth into.
It’s second nature to scrutinize their beady eyes and elastic jaws. Searching for something bordering human, imagining a subconscious trapped in corpse.
“They’re like…zombies.” You mutter, stepping forward just enough to glance into the milky whites of one of their eyes. It swats halfheartedly, wrist thwacking sickeningly against metal. Its clothes are torn and blood stained, skin peeling off the bone so you could see chunks of flesh thick and festering. It hisses and spits, mouth nearly permanently unhinged from the putrefaction of whatever’s chosen Raccoon City as its nesting ground.
Your breath is coming out in pants, that sensation branching from its place in your stomach like vines. It grabs hold of your nostrils, filled with the metallic scent of blood and rot. It stiffens your joints like lead, rooting you where you stand. It wets the corners of your eyes, from the emotion catching up with you or the acrid taste in your mouth you’re not sure.
“Let’s get inside.” Leon coaxes you, hand resting at the small of your back, nudging you forward. “Figure out what the hell is going on.”
synopsis: how Leon kisses you/ different types of kisses
content: Re2r!Leon/ Re4r!Leon x gender neutral reader. Some fluff but mostly hurt/comfort. Little bit of blood. Mention of plagas leon and the outbreak. Around 500 words. He's deeply in love with you<3 english is not my first language so i'm sorry for any mistakes!♡
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resident evil 2 leon
Oh my, His kisses are as sugary sweet, and warm as he is. they're always excited and eager and a frequent daily occurrence. From the moment you open your eyes until you close them again in his arms, rest assured he will have pressed kisses to every area of skin available and comfortable for you. It never fails to make your heart beat a little faster and for your mind to blank out for a split second especially when his kisses trail down from your lips to the corner of your mouth, down to your jawline before he's pressing a feathery kiss on your neck right below your ear. He "Ruins" the moment by blowing raspberries into your skin♡ :)
His kisses were always consistent in feeling, passion, and delicateness, right up until September 30, 1998. And can you blame him? With telephone lines being cut and no way to reach you through the mess of car wrecks, fires, and infected, he wasn't even sure if you were still breathing. The utter relief and desperation he channeled into his kiss when he finally got you in his arms again was overwhelming, the blood and dirt staining his skin didn't even matter, you both just needed to breathe in eachother, caress the pulse points on your necks and feel each others heartbeat thump against your chests, just to make sure this wasn't some sick, infected fever dream, just to make sure both of you were here and alive
Re4 leon under the cut
Resident evil 4 leon
Now slightly older and slightly more worn down his kisses are still as warm and sweet as before but a lot more serious, a lot deeper even for casual kisses and he holds you so close you can almost feel his heart beat against yours through your ribcages. It's passionate and breathtaking but under all that when his lips touch yours you can sense a feeling of uncertainty laced into it. Worries and thought's he's usually good at surpressing making it's way to the surface. Is this going to be the last kiss you'll ever share? when he gets called away on a mission he can't decline, will you wait for him, or is the distance too much to handle? do you understand that his love for you is so strong, and runs so deep and never-ending, even if he turns into an abomination with poison running through his veins and a new sense of bloodlust coming from a sick infected mind he would still recognize you, he would still protect you until he's permanently put into the ground?
this Leon's kisses last a lot longer, he doesn't want the moment to end and he doesn't want to feel you pull away along with your warmth and sense of comfort, and perhaps by pulling you so close to him, he can make you linger just a bit longer on his skin. just long enough for the initial worries to subside just for a moment as his thoughts of horror fade away into images of you and the way the sunlight kisses your skin or how the stars reflect in your eyes, it's an addiction, you're addictive…..he's not just going to leave it at just one kiss that's for sure.
Buns notes: I feel like I forgot to edit something in this so if something is incredibly out of place lmk💀🩷
Summary: Leon needs some help studying for his Police Academy exam
RE2!Leon Kennedy x F!Reader
CW: MDNI, 18+, Blowjob, teasing, cum swallowing (if I have forgotten any please let me know)
Word count:1.3K
You heard another frustrated groan come from the small desk in the corner of the room, your head lifting from where it lay against the pillow of the bed to look at the cause of the noise. Your boyfriend. His blonde hair messed from the constant running of his fingers, his other hand scribbling something on the notepad before him as he huffed. Clearly the frustration of revising for his POST exams was getting to him more and more. You watched him for a moment longer, his head down as his shoulders hunched over and the sound of paper turning before the pen scratched against the pad again.
With a small smile and a shake of your own head, an idea formed in your mind. The bed creaked as you stood from it and Leon tilted his head in your direction before focusing back on the notes in front of him. A groan sounding around the room as his hand rubbed at his eyes. He jumped slightly when your arms wrapped around his broad frame before he leant back into you. Head resting on his shoulder as his blue eyes found your own. So tired, he looked so tired.
“Maybe take a break?” your voice showed a hint of concern as a hand soothed at his cheek, his face nuzzling into your palm as his eyes closed and he sighed before shaking his head. Your brow furrowed, well if that wouldn’t work. “How about I help instead? Maybe you need something other than just reading your notes?”
Leon’s eyes opened with a puzzled look taking over his face, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he thought about your words. He didn’t think long before nodding in agreement, maybe he did need to do something other than just reading the notes…that obviously wasn’t working.
He watched as you moved him, allowing you to pull the chair back and he moved his arms expecting you to slide right into his lap. His brows furrowing more as you ignored the invitation, a pout growing on his lips. But as you slide down the floor between his legs and the realisation at what you were doing hit him, his blue eyes sparked with arousal.
He leant back in his desk chair, legs spreading further apart, and Leon swallowed the saliva gathered in his mouth as your hands unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down his thighs. Lifting his hips to make it easier for you to do so. “Hand me your notes” a noise of confusion left him but he did exactly as you asked, and watched as you read them while nodding your head. You looked up at him, a grin on your face as you read a passage before asking “What do you believe the nature of the crime to be?”
With a tilt of his head the confusion returned to Leons eyes again, were you not going to? Why did you need to undress him if you were just testing him? His voice tilted with confusion as he responded “Fraud?” a gasp left his mouth and his hands gripped at the arm rests as your fingers traced the outline of his cock through his boxers.
“That’s right, good boy” Oh, that’s what you were doing. His eyes stayed focused on you as his breathing got heavier, almost missing your next question with his attention on how quickly he was filling out in his boxers “Focus baby, what of the following best describes the fifth amendment?” Leon tries his hardest to pay attention to what you’re saying, suddenly wanting to do so much better than he had before.
“Um, its D” his whines as you pull his boxers down, resting the band under his balls “He’s already been, fuck, he’s already been tried and found innocent” Your hand moves to tease the head of his cock, precum already drooling down the skin. His thigh tense as he stops himself from bucking into your hand, fingers digging into the plush of the armrests as his head falls back and your thumb swipes of the slit and gathering the leaking precum to make it easier to wrap your hand around the hot skin.
“That’s good baby, you’re doing so well” Your voice is teasing, and it takes everything in him not to pull you out from under the desk so he can show you how well he’s handling this. You hum as you look at his notes before asking the next question “Which code signals a bank alarm?” Ah code alarms, something he wasn’t the best at remembering those. Especially with his girlfriend’s hand squeezing at the base of his cock.
He stutters for a minute before managing to get the answer out, but when you stop your hand and pull away slightly Leon lets out a loud whine and your eyes dart up to him “That one was wrong, try again” You pull your hand away and he reacts without thinking, hips bucking up as his hand pulls yours back to his cock. With an eyebrow raise and a shake of your head, he drops your hand and sitd back down on to the chair.
The pout grows back on his lips “Please baby, need you so bad” the teasing hum you let out his torturous as you hand feathers up the hot skin of his cock, fingers coated. The flush of his cheeks and how his breath deepened as you teased at the fat head caused slick to gather between your thighs as you shushed him. Your other hand drops the notes, deciding he’d studied enough and that it was time to reward him for his hard work.
Leon groaned as you leant forward, biting his lip as his hips rut up causing the tip of his cock to push past your lips. His balls feel heavy as you gently roll them in your one hand, the other still jerking him off as your tongue teases at his head. His head falls back and eyes close as his hips keep bucking up, forcing you to take him further into your mouth and down your throat. You try not to gag from the sudden stretch as you taste at his precum.
It’s not long before Leons lost himself in the feel of your mouth around him, hands tangling in your hair as he pushed you down and this time you do gag around him. Only causing moans to drip from his lips as he fucks his cock into your mouth “ ‘m sorry, just feels so good, just stay there and let me okay?” Your hand keeps playing with his balls, you can feel how big they’ve gotten from the stimulation, and you massage them as his thighs tense next to you.
He's practically a mess above you, drool down his chin and his cock twitching in your mouth as he uses you “Feels so good, really needed this, thank you so much” His pace speeds up until he’s practically off the seat while his hands hold your head still before he pulls back so you can take in deep breaths “Doing so well princess, taking in me in” and then he’s pushing back into your mouth.
With one final push of your head so that your nose pressed to his pubic hair and you had taken his cock all the way down your throat, Leon finished with heavy ropes of cum coating your mouth and sliding down your throat before his grip loosened and you could pull yourself off him. Some of the mix of saliva and cum drooled out your mouth before you could swallow it, Leon only wiped it away with his thumb before pushing his thumb past your lips so you could lick it clean and swallow the rest. “Thanks sweetheart really needed that”.
Maybe you should help him with his academy training more often.
fluff drabble benjebekndk, based on this writing prompt request
you go to move back along the ledge, but leon’s hands easily find themselves on your hips pulling you back. “leon, really. it’s fine. i’m barely scratched up.”
“yeah, well, your face’s telling a different story.” he says pointedly, making sure your legs stayed wide around his hips. “just relax…and let me take care of you.” he mutters, shifting closer.
leon had always been one to keep an eye on your occasional injuries, making sure they weren’t fatal or getting infected. and every time you said how you could easily take care of them on your own, you’d find yourself in a position for his benefit. his hands tending to your cuts and wounds. no argument was good enough in his eyes.
“am i terrible at treating myself, is that it?” you ask, finally letting him tilt your head how he needed, to dab at a cut on your forehead. “something like that.” he distractedly mutters making a mix of a scoff and a chuckle leave your lips.
he wipes at a rather deep cut making your teeth clench in a wince. “hold still. this might sting a little.” leon says, catching your gaze. “you don’t say.” you breathe, clenching your knuckles around the edge of the ledge until they slightly discolour.
leon seems to notice your tense body, his careful gaze taking note of your clenched hands. and without warning, and further deciding on his part, he grabs your wrist, resting your hand on his chest, silently letting you use his shirt as a pain reliever. you slightly look up at him at that, the position meaning he stood tall in front of you.
leon shifts to tend to a cut on your lower lip, tilting your chin up, as you feel his hips graze against your thighs. “you must be like this with all your companions along the way.” you smile as much as you can, without stretching your lips too wide. leon’s gaze pauses on your lips a moment, his thumb coming to brush on the underside of your lower lip.
he was only checking the cut. that was his only reason for brushing the pad of his thumb even further along the tender flesh. “you think so?” he asks, his tone lower than before. you can feel your heart pick up a quicker beat, drowning out some of the outside noises. “i’d assume so, yeah.”
“well, maybe you should work on your assumptions then.” he mutters. was he always this close? you can feel your hand clenched around his shirt. you can also feel the drift of his hand, coming to rest on your thigh. “really? i mean come on, you are a rather helpful person. if there’s someone in need, you’re there to help” though now your tone is beginning to match his.
“but i don’t normally find myself in…this kind of position with them.” he mutters, glancing down at your practically conjoined hips. you can feel your face slightly heating up at that as you force a chuckle.
“don’t say that like it’s my fault.” you say. but when you glance back leon’s still looking down, his hand on your thigh beginning to make absentminded patterns, or what you assumed to be absentminded. but from what leon was saying about how your “assumptions” usually prove to be wrong, your mind wavers.
leon’s brows slightly furrow, pausing a moment. “can i just…” but he drifts off, leaving your own brows to furrow. you tilt your head down trying to catch his gaze. “what?” leon looks back to you, his gaze getting caught up in your cuts again.
“next time, let me handle them.” he seems to rethink his words, choosing to say this instead. you raise your brows, reaching forward and tapping under his chin. “and what? let you take all the glory?” your smile is back. and leon’s heart is beating. from your smile to the feel of your fingers under his chin he doesn’t really know how to feel.
“now…will you let me stand? i need to check my rounds.” you ask, lowering your hand. leon stays in place a moment, his hand actually aching to tighten around your thigh, but he brushes the thought to stay, and possibly lean closer away, as he manages to step back. but he still slips his arm around your back, helping you down. because even if his emotions stay conflicted, nothing is going to stop him from staying right by your side.
For the anon who requested a criminal reader with police officer Leon (dangerous game by Lana del Rey); I hope you enjoy anon! I can’t quite remember all of the ask but I know the song was the inspiration for it! 🤭 it doesn’t follow the song but I hope you still like it! 💜
Leon heard the call come in over the radio and although it’s the end of his shift, picks up the CB and reports that he’ll take this one and then be out for the night.
He’s driving down the usual stretch of highway before he’s pulling into the derelict part of town, filled with abandoned buildings and run down cars.
It’s usually the hang out spots for crackheads and dope dealers but tonight they seem to be pretty scarce. Pulling up into one of the condemned warehouses, he parks and gets out. Creeping along the wall until he sees the door, he sneaks his way inside, hand resting on his holstered gun.
He sees a shadow dart to the side and the sound of scuffling feet. Following the noise, he turns the corner, staying hidden from view, and sees a body bent over the engine of a car. Running his gaze down your waist over your ass and legs, he actually takes in the license plate of the vehicle you’re working on.
Smirking, he makes his way back outside and calls it in, confirming his suspicions that it’s stolen. He ducks back inside and slowly makes his way back to you. Watching as you toss down a wrench in frustration, you pull away from the engine and kick the front tire.
“Fucking fire trap piece a’shit,” you mutter to yourself wiping your hands off on a towel.
“Well now that’s not very ladylike, honey,” Leon drawls as he makes his way over to you.
You start and drop the towel, whirling to face him with a new wrench in your hand.
“Fuck you, Officer Kennedy,” you sneer at him and it makes him grin.
“You know that’s what I’m here for, baby,” he laughs at your heated glare, “come now, don’t be like that.”
He steps up to push you back against the grill of the car, “It’s always the same song and dance. You and I both know this is stolen property, so how about we take it outside?”
He slips the wrench from you hand and tosses it over to the toolbox on the ground. Grabbing your hand, he marches you out the side door into the shadowed alley.
The next thing you know you’re on your knees in this dirty alley, eagerly—greedily— sucking Officer Kennedy’s thick cock into your willing mouth.
You moan, eyes fluttering at the taste—clean skin and just that underlying hint that’s only him.
“Always ready to drop to your knees for me, honey,” he laughs meanly, pulling his cock out to slap it across your mouth, “come on, choke on it you little slut.”
Your tongue lolls out and he spits in your mouth making you whine, cunt pulsing and filling your panties with slick. He feeds his cock back into your mouth with a low groan. Hips thrusting forward, he sinks another inch into your hot wet throat.
“God, got the wettest fucking mouth,” he grunts, hands going down to hold your head still, “let me fuck your throat, like a good girl.”
You can only moan in reply, tears beading your waterline as his drippy tip kisses the back of your throat. You try your best to not gag, but he pushes too far making your throat clench around him. With a cough, his cock slips from your mouth. Thick strings of spit cling from your swollen lips to his cock, like spiderwebs.
“Get on your feet,” his hands slide down to your arms, yanking you up and shoving you face first into the brick wall.
He pulls your shorts and panties down to pool around your ankles having you step out of them. Then, he kicks your feet apart and cups your pussy with his broad palm.
“Wet little pussy,” he mocks behind you, spanking your soaked mound, “spread yourself.”
With a whine, you move your hands to reach around and grab your pussy lips, spreading your cunt open for Leon’s hungry eyes.
You feel as Leon spits a hot glob of saliva onto your pussy the slaps his cock against your dripping hole.
“Ready?”
When you only nod, he smacks your ass hard.
“I need you to say it, honey.”
“Yes, Officer Kennedy, I’m ready,” you bite out, ending on a squeal as he bullies his cock into your soaked hole.
You let go to move your hands to the wall in front of you, bracing yourself better.
“Aren’t you just a bad girl?” his hot breath tickles the shell of your ear while he ruts his cock slowly in and out of your fluttering walls.
“Mmm so bad, Officer,” you moan, hands scraping against the rough brick of the alley wall.
You push your ass out further, arching your back so he can fuck deeper into your aching pussy.
“Is this teaching you a lesson?” he slaps your ass, “only bad girls get their cunts used like some back alley whore.”
You whine going hot all over and rock yourself back on Leon.
“Promise I won’t do it again, Officer Kennedy,” your voice shakes, clit pulsing in time with your heartbeat, “I’ll be such a good girl.”
“Yeah I bet,” he mocks, “then how come I’m out here once a week, pounding this tight pussy? She just need me that bad, honey?”
You moan as he fucks you in quick shallow thrusts, teasing your sensitive bud with his fingers.
“Officer, please,” you whimper, “I need it, need you to show me how to be a good girl.”
“I’ll show you,” he grits out, hand wrapping around your neck and squeezing, “slutty hole just needs some discipline.”
“Uh huh,” you gasp, drawing in air as he threatens to choke you, “please.”
“Fucking take it then, be a good girl for me and let me fuck this tight, wet cunt.”
You cry out when he pushes his cock in deeper than before, dragging against your g-spot until you’re drooling from the constant barrage of pleasure. His fingers pick up and start pressing quick little circles onto your clit making you whimper and push back into his rough thrusts.
“There we go, squeeze down on me, honey,” he laughs a mean harsh sound pressed into your ear, “gotta work for this creampie, sweet thing.”
You rock your hips back with a low moan. Leon dips his fingers down to gather up the slick dripping from your hole to rub against your swollen clit.
“So fucking slippery,” he grunts, “that feel good? Your pussy sure seems to like it.”
He lets go of your neck so he can grip your hips, pistoning his cock harder and harder into your squelching pussy.
“Officer, ‘m gonna cum, fuck,” you whine, arching your back deeper to push your ass against him, “please, Kennedy, please, wanna cum. Can I, please?”
Leon laughs down at you, slapping your ass hard, “Yeah, want you cumming all over my cock so I can fill this slutty hole full,” he pinches your clit meanly, “hell, might even knock ya up, honey,”
“Oh fuck,” you gasp, eyes rolling back in your head as your cunt clenches down on his cock, orgasm washing over your senses making you tense.
“Shit, yeah that’s it, god gonna breed this slutty fucking cunt,” he growls, “gonna fucking knock you up, so everyone knows what a fucking whore ya’are.”
His teeth sink into your shoulder, biting you through your thin t-shirt, making you whine high in your throat as your pussy milks his cock. You feel as rope after rope of hot, sticky cum coats your fluttering walls, filling you so full that it starts dripping out around Leon’s throbbing cock.
“Fuck, honey,” he slurs, pulling away from you, “drained me fucking dry.”
You hiss when he tugs his softening cock away from your pussy, a creamy mix of slick and cum trailing down your thighs.
Leon slaps your ass one final time before tucking himself away. You follow suit and try to make yourself look as presentable as possible. More cum oozes into the gusset of your panties making you fidget as Leon straightens out his shirt and badge.
“Same time next week, hmm?” he grins at you, teeth sharp and eyes sharper.
“Like I have a say,” you mutter with an eye roll.
“That’s the spirit.”
He presses you up against the wall, one hand cupping your throat while his other delves under your shorts and panties to fuck two fingers up into your messy cunt.
Pulling them out, he presses them to your lips, “Open up for me, sweet thing.”
Reluctantly you open your mouth and suck Leon’s fingers, moaning when you taste the mix of you two together.
“Thatta girl,” he coos, “I know you like our little setup as much as I do.”
Eyes fluttering as Leon fucks your mouth with his fingers, you can only hum around the digits.
His walkie crackles with static and he’s pulling away from you.
“Next time wear that dress I like,” he winks and walks out of the alley, back to where he parked.
You lean against the wall and try to catch your breath. Pushing off the brick, you watch as Leon’s cruiser drives past and he gives you a little smart ass wave. Rolling your eyes, you flip him off only to see a flash of teeth as he laughs and then he’s gone. Driving off back to the precinct or god knows where.
With a low groan, you decide to call it quits for tonight. After all, that stolen car will probably be gone tomorrow morning anyways. You walk to the opposite side of the alley to climb into your car and go home. Next week will bring what it may.
Summary: You get to the bottom of why you’re puppy has been so avoidant lately
Puppy!Leon Kennedy x F!Reader
CW: MDNI, 18+, Puppy Leon, Sub!Leon, female reader anatomy, p in v, breeding. (If I have missed any, let me know)
Word count: 1.6K
You didn’t know what was up with Leon lately, his mood seemed to swing worse than the pendulum in your office clock. One moment he wanted you as close as possible as he pawed at your sides and suckled at your tits, and the next he was putting himself in his kennel or going out for hour long runs. Many thoughts ran through your head as to what could be going on in your puppy’s mind for him to be like this, but not a single thorough conclusion.
And today, you’d had enough of it. He had gone on another of those long runs, deciding to forego spending time with you even though neither of you were busy today. You were angry, your blood was boiling, and it was almost ready to bubble over into the fire. The tap tap tap of your foot rang out as you bounced your leg up and down, arms crossed as you stared at the clock from where you sat. The minutes ticking down slowly.
A few moments later and you hear the click of the door, eyes snapping to the hallway as Leon made his way into the living room. His ears were flattened to his head and tail drooped with no life in it, sweat dripping down his neck as he wiped it away, sometimes you hated that sensitive nose of his but then times like this, where the anger is rolling of you, it’s one of your favourite things. He can tell exactly how angry you are by the burning scent filling his nose.
You watched as his hands furled and unfurled, his leg twitching at the tense atmosphere, but you sigh and shake your head. When you stood from the sofa, the anger dissipating and being removed with just tiredness. He followed you immediately a whine leaving his throat as he reached to wind his arms around your waist, stopping you from going any further. You sigh again.
“Leon, can you let go?” His head buries into your neck where you feel him shake his head and his arms tighten around you. Your hand moved to try and pull his arms off you but there appears to be no luck as he’s much stronger. Leon presses his nose further into your skin and you can feel as he rolls his hips against your ass, and suddenly to mood swings and constant avoidance make sense. A whine makes its way out of him as he presses closer, almost bending you over as his hips rut against the friction and his cock strains at his shorts.
“Oh, Leon, puppy you could have told me” You felt the shaky hot breath against your skin as his hips pressed against you again, and his thighs tensed “is it that bad? You know I’m happy to help you” Leon growled lightly before his teeth grazed at your pulse and he pulled you closer, caging you into him as a wet spot grew against his shorts and your jeans.
And then he pulled away, his head lifting from your neck as he nosed at your cheek “I’m sorry, you were just so busy with that work project and I didn’t want to distract you, thought I could deal with it” There were tears gathering in his blue eyes, almost swallowed by his pupils and you took his hands from around your waist and led him to your shared bedroom.
“God, I thought you were angry, or or” the words stumbled in your throat and Leons eyes widened as he rushed to hug you, both of you landing on the bed as his ears flattened to his head and he smothered your face with his lips. Hands roaming all over your body as he pressed himself down against you.
“No, no, never that, never” his voice was a little more hoarse as his bottom lip trembled before he’s leaning down and pressing his mouth to yours with his tongue licking into you. Your hands moving to clutch at his t-shirt “gonna show my owner how much I love her, gonna breed her so she and everyone knows”.
His words goes straight between your thighs, slick dripping into your panties as you buck your hips up against his. Then you use the hands on his tshirt to push him over, rolling him onto his back which he is quite happy to allow. His tail thumps against the sheets, and his hands move to paw at your tits. “Uh uh, puppy. You’re gonna let me take care of you, even if you’ve been bad gotta make sure your balls are empty before I punish you” Leons head falls back with a groan as his hands dip below your top and massage at the bare skin under your bra, fingers rolling the pebbled nipple between his fingers as his hips move his thickened cock against your jeans.
With a soft smile, you pull away and he reaches for you as you shush him. You undress yourself completely and his mouth opens with drool sitting at the corner before his attention shifts to watch you pull his shorts and boxers down. His erection smacking against his abdomen and smearing the previous orgasms cum against the skin. His tip was red and still throbbing. His hands grip at your hips as he looks at you dazed already.
A low groan left his open mouth as your fingers gathered the cum leaking from his slit before you wrapped your hand around him, the skin of his cock burns hot in your hand as the shlick shlick sounds in the room. His eyes close as he tries to keep his hips down for you. Be your good boy and prove he can breed you well. Your own eyes darkened at the sight of him below you, the sweat from his run was still causing a shine to his skin as more gathered against his hair.
“There we go puppy, just lay back and relax” Your hand squeezed around the base, and you felt his cock jump in your hand as his thighs tensed and the drool slipped from his mouth and down his chin, matching the slick coating your thighs before you moved to hover over him “poor puppy, just needs me to look after him. To just take his cock over and over to make sure he’s empty.” His hips rut up, bumping against your dripping hole and causing him to moan at the fleeting touch.
As you sink down onto him Leon lets out the most pornographic sound and his tail thumps against the bed faster as his hands bruise into your skin. He his immediately pushing up further into you as his grip pulls you down, and your hands moved to steady against his chest as you struggle to keep up with his pace. But he decides its not enough and he rolls you back over so his hips can piston into you at a different angle, making you moan as all words are lost in your jumbled mind. His hands move to bend your legs up near your ears.
“So good, so tight, gonna breed you so good, make sure you’re full of my pups” his own mouth runs a mile a minute, all of his thoughts leaking out through his lips as he leans down. Pushing your legs further up as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth “Gotta make sure it takes, cant wait to see your pretty tits filled with milk so I can suck ‘em for you before pups get here” His hips are still rabbiting into you, his balls slap against the supple skin of your ass and his pelvis rubs your clit just right.
Your own thighs shake against his head and pleasure builds in the pit of your stomach, your arms lay by your side almost useless as he continues bullying his cock in and out of you. A squelching sound fills your ears as his tongue runs over your nipple before he moves to the other and immediately suckles that into his mouth as he moans around it, your cunt tightening around him. “Can’t wait to see you swollen with my pups, wont be able to keep my hands off you”
A broken noise leaves you, you’re not even sure what kind of noise its meant to be but Leons ears lift up and he seems to like it as he snaps his hips into your cunt again to try and draw another one out. His mouth moves from your spit covered tits to your neck where he licks against the salty skin, and he presses his body weight against you, sinking deeper into your hole as his tip hits the cervix.
Your hands clench at the sheets as your walls pulse around him, and your eyes close from the force of the orgasm washing over you. Legs squeezing his head while he rides your orgasm out, and his teeth bite into the skin of your neck as he pumps cum into your spent walls.
The both of you lay there for a minute before he moves with a groan and his hips push against you again. Your eyes fly open and wide as you look at him with an open mouth. “Already?”
A blush covers his cheeks as he dips his head down to press a kiss to your chest, and nods as his hips begin moving again. “Sorry, sorry, just, God can’t help it, need to make sure it all takes”.
CW: MDNI, 18+, STEPCEST, fingers, thigh riding (leon), mutual masturbation, slight breeding, female anatomy for reader. Leons a bit of a brat? Readers a little mean, if your squint. If I have missed anything please let me know
Credit Inspiration: @angelscoda and @lipglossanon
Just because I write this does not mean I condone it in real life.
Word count: 2.5K
Your world came crashing down the day your father remarried, not in a ‘she’ll never be my mum!!’ way but more in ‘oh fuck, I’m stuck with that ass as a stepbrother’ way. You really disliked him; ever since high school and it was a breath of fresh air when you moved for university. And then when you moved back after finishing your degree, just until you got your own place you said, you were forced into a house with him.
Him. And his stupid grin, and stupid pretty blue eyes and stupid soft blonde hair that made your fingers twitch to touch it. Okay, so maybe it wasn’t loathing. But these thoughts didn’t mean you wanted to be friendly with him. Did it mean you wouldn’t have minded fucking his brains out? Until he was begging you after you’d put him in his place. Because that’s what he needed, he’s such a brat just because he’s a little older and thinks he can boss you around.
What you’d give to have him whimpering below you, tears falling from his eyes as he bucks his hips up, his bottom lip trembling as he looks at you with pleading eyes to do something, anything. Your head shakes to rid you of the thoughts as you continue to clean the fireplace, until the cloth was snatched out your hand.
You turn with a disgruntled noise, and there stand you stepbrother before you with that smug grin on his face as he holds the cloth far above your head “Awe, what’s up lil sis, can’t reach?” his taunting only made you want to put him in his place more, show him exactly what you could reach. With a roll of your eyes, you lifted to reach for the material, and he pulled backward with a snicker. A scoff left your mouth as you surged forward again, grabbing his arm to pull you up as he moved his arm to knock yours off and push you away slightly.
“Leon, will you just give me the damn thing!” There was an undeniable frustration in your voice as you spoke causing his grin to grow further as he bent his head mockingly at you. He stepped towards you and held the cloth out, a pout on his mouth. You roll your eyes, knowing this is some sort of trap as it always is, but still, something compels you to reach out. And of course, he steps back immediately taking the cloth with him as your face contorts into a displeased frown.
Both of you let out a short yell as Leon miscalculates how far he steps back, his hand reaching to grab at you in an attempt to steady himself but instead causing the both of you to fall onto the floor. “Ah shit” Leon groaned as you landed on him, your own curses falling from between your lips. With an annoyed sigh you moved to get up but were stopped by hold of Leons hand on your shirt as your thigh grazed just between his legs.
A soft moan escaped him, eyes closed as his hips pressed down against your thigh. Surprise flooded you veins at the sound and movement, before you caught your bottom lip between your teeth and pressed your thigh against him more causing more of those lovely sounds to fall from him. His fingers curled further into your shirt before he pushed himself away as if he’d just been stabbed. A bright red blush settled over his face as his eyes shot open “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean, we shouldn’t”.
His words floated in your mind as you crawled after him, eye clouded with lust. One of your hands rested near his waist while the other traced lightly up the fabric clinging to his thigh, his breath catching in his throat at the feather touch. The blue of his eyes was being swallowed by his pupils the closer you got “It’s okay, big brother, just let me help” his head fell back against the couch, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he looked at you. The dirtiest thoughts going through his mind as he looked down his little stepsisters shirt, the sight of your tits only causing his cock to strain in his jeans.
Your fingers tracing the outline of his erection was all it took for his mouth to fall open with a groan and he was nodding. His thighs twitching under your touch as you move your thigh to its previous position, pressing close enough for him to feel the pressure and rut his hips down against your own thigh. Attention was focused on the way he pressed himself to your leg before you moved forwards to catch his mouth in a messy kiss, tongue licking into his tongue as the whines leaving him were smothered by your lips.
Leon moved his hands to his zipper, the sound catching your attention as you pulled away and stopped his hands. Eyes darkening as you glanced him up and down “Oh no no” he whined at your words, brow furrowing in confusion as you pulled his hands away and applied more pressure with your thigh “You’re such a fucking brat, you’re gonna cum like this” his eyes widened at the idea, mouth opening with no words coming out before a pout formed on his lip.
He never knew such words could flow from your mouth, but how it sounded so sweet with such honey coated words dripping such sin and God did he want ore, he’d do anything to hear more. His bottom lip trembled as he pouted “Please, ‘m sorry, wanna fuck your cunt so bad please little sister”. The smirk that grew on your face alerted him to how his pleads wouldn’t work, not tonight anyway.
“Awe, my poor brother! Need sisters pussy to cum, huh?” your hand moved to his hip guiding him to fuck against your thigh “prove how sorry you are, and maybe I’ll let you try to fill me up” a sneer replaced the smirk on your lips as you looked at him with dark eyes, only serving to make him grind his cock down onto your thigh as his eyes glanced down your top again “Doubt you could do anything though”.
You watched as his hips moved in a rushed pace, his breath becoming uneven as he humped at your thigh. The fabric of his boxers sticking to him below his jeans from the weeping precum, a dark spot growing on his jeans as his hands clawed to grasp at your waist. His fingers sinking into the soft skin as he pulled you closer “please, I will. I’ll fill you, so good, promise I can”. The words he spoke caused your clit to throb and slick to fill your panties at how he begged and promised.
His hips still pushed against your thigh, the rough fabric giving him just the right amount of friction you guided him with your hand on his hip “Be good, and then I’ll think about it” a low moan fell from his parted lips as his head lolled back on his lip pulled between his teeth. His thighs trembled and his pace stuttered as the dark spot grew larger on his jeans, your grin widening as you realised he came, tears welling in his eyes.
“Oh god, fuck, I didn’t, I’ve never, not that quickly” the words tumbled from his mouth as he looked at you with confusion flooding his eyes, the pink dusting his cheeks grew darker and his hands gripped you that bit harsher. Your tongue darted out to wet your lip as a hand moved to soothe at his cheek, Leon immediately leaning into your palm. He watched as your eyes drooped into a half-lidded expression and something flashed through them before you leaned forward and pressed a hot kiss to his mouth, tongue darting between parted lips.
Leon took your tongue into his mouth, sucking onto it with desperation as he pulled you closer until your straddling him and he’s grinding up into you “I’ve been good, gonna let me fuck your pussy? Yea you are, right? Please, need it, want it” His hands travelled from their place on your waist to cup between your thighs, your own moan built in your throat at the feeling of him palming at you before you pull away and stop his hand.
He pretends to try and tug his hand out your grasp, a fake groan of annoyance leaving him before he gave up and looked at you with a pout. There was something about having your fresh police academy graduate of a stepbrother, whose built of lithe muscle underneath you almost crying for you to just sit on his cock that makes you soak your underwear. “No, I never said I would let you. I said I’d think about it” you moved his hand to slide under your skirt so he can feel the dampness gathered on your panties, the pads of his fingers trace along your lips covered by the fabric.
“But I was good, wasn’t I? Did what you asked and everything, please little sister. Need to cream your cunt, please, wanna breed you so badly. Just use my cock, please.” The sudden words from him caused your eyes to widen slightly before your lips downturned into a mocking pout, much like he had done earlier that night.
“Oh yeah? Wanna breed your little sisters pussy, huh? Think you deserve it after everything you’ve done? Because I don’t.” Leon whined that you were being unfair, his fingers pressing against the hidden bundle of nerves separated by the fabric. You tutted at him, shaking your head slowly “keep whining like this, and you won’t get anything more” that shut him up.
You could see the defiance building in his eyes again as he moved your panties to the side, fingers slipping into the wetness and causing your legs to tense from the sudden touch as you stared at each other, you watched as his mouth opened no doubt with some kind of bratty comeback which stopped in his throat as you palmed at his dick, sensitive from the quickly spun orgasm you had given him.
With the response dead on his tongue, his hips stuttered up again into your palm and his fingers moved to gather slick from your hole before moving to swirl at your throbbing clit causing a low moan to fall from your mouth as you pulled his zipper down and your hand moved into his boxers. Fingers wrapping around the hot wet skin of his filled-out cock, his breath thickening at the touch of your hand as you pulled him out his boxers.
The sight almost had you drooling as you rolled his foreskin back, his head was the prettiest red you’d seen add the ropes of his previous orgasm and you could sit there licking at him for hours. But not today, maybe another you thought as you used the cum covering your palm to move your hand up and swipe over the angry red tip, drawing one of those pretty whines out of him as his own fingers continued circling your clit.
As your hand slowly made its way down his cock, his fingers changed to the same pace, sliding through the wetness gathered to the pulsing hole. You leant forward, legs shaking from the pleasure as his finger teased round the entrance, your head leaning on his shoulder as you squeezed at his base, and he groaned before pushing two fingers into you. “Oh fuck” tumbled from your mouth at the stretch, eyes watching as his cock kicked in your hold and his hips bucked up. “See, knew you could be good if you tried hard enough”
His breath was short in your ear as he tried to reply, fingers working themselves in you as the sound of your slick filled the house, the new pace causing your thighs to squeeze together as you rocked down on his fingers. But not being one to be outdone, you squeezed the base again before shlick schlick shlick rang out and you set a harsher pace that had him almost panting as his head fell against yours. Leons hand moved slightly, and you moaned at the new angle before his palm pressed to your clit and your hips immediately pressed into the friction.
Your other hand moved, causing you to place your entire weight on him as a finger moved to lightly trace at the head of his fat cock, a deep groan rolling through his chest at the feeling, his cock jerking under your touch as he felt the wet of your tongue dart out to his skin “Look at you like” yours hips continued riding on his palm “So pretty and quiet, bet this was all you needed big brother. Someone to take care of you” his nose pressed into your hair as his fingers delved deeper, hitting that spongy spot inside before curling. A high whine leaving you at the feeling of an impending orgasm building.
“No, not someone. Need you little sister, need you to put your big brother in his place” and with the way his hips piston up into your hands at his own words, and the leaking precum dripping down over your fingers you knew he was close again. For a moment you contemplate pulling away, but the way he looks and the dirty words flowing from his mouth stops you. His hand pushes up again as your soft walls clench around him.
“Well, aint that sweet, just needed my help big brother” your finger moves over the head of his cock again and that’s what pushes him over the edge “There we go, that’s it. Let go for your little sister” your attention is on the way he throbs in your hand, hot ropes of sticky cum covering your hand as his head lolls back and he whines deep in his throat. And he just keeps going, thighs twitching next to your own as he covers your hand and his jeans, his hand moves slightly from its position, his thumb coming to play with your pulsing clit as his fingers continue their assault on your soaking hole.
Your orgasm follows not too long after his, gushing out around his hand as it covers your thighs before he’s pulling out. His eyes are still closed as you move to arrange your ruined underwear again, eyes glancing over the way he looks. He feels you moving back and opens his eyes to watch as you stand before his hands reaching for you “Wait, where going?”
A grin grows on your face as you grab the cleaning cloth and throw it at him “I’m going to go shower; you’re going to clean this up before the parents come home” and with that you’re turning on your feet and heading for the stairs. Hearing him yell out that it’s unfair as you shrug and continue to the bathroom.
