Heyy I dont know if you are taking requests but I have an idea and hope you like it, soo I was thinking vendetta or re4 leon is our partner and like leon and the reader is in a mission and they are staying at the same room but f!reader loves smoking and drinking while leon hates it, so you just smoke more to annoy him but he got angry had you guys arguid abt it (you can add smut if you want)
i slept with someone in DSO and all i got was this stupid fic written about me
leon s kennedy x reader
wc: 2626
summary: you love annoying leon, and your smoking habit annoys him the most. you end up fucking it out.
warnings: my shit writing, this is SMUT, minors begone tyty, fluff and my shitty humour, english isnt my first language, reader smokes, leon is tired of your bullshit actually, aftercare king leon s kennedy, he is loud, PiV, reader-chan is AFAB but i dont use pronouns or describe their body or skin color, most ppl can read ts, leon is also vanilla, cunnilingus, lots of kissing (like, a LOT), vendetta leon, lmk if i need to add anything else
a/n: i watched the dmc anime s2, it made me throw up in my mouth, yall will be hearing from me when i bother finishing my 4 leon wips and get to writing vergil again. lots of hate in my heart for that larpfest. anyways, i tried to improve my smut writing, i hope it shows? any feedback is appreciated! likes, comments and rbs are also loved, they make my day, genuienly! enjoy you freaks <3
You always adored getting on Leon's nerves, it was a fun pastime for you. It had taken a lot of years for you to even get to that point, comfortable enough around him to be able to express yourself to the fullest, aka being the complete menace you were. What can you say? You loved being a jester!
Some of your best work, was you putting glittery unicorn stickers all over his fancy porsche, something he did NOT appreciate at all, especially because it was a brand new (really expensive) car, and your magnum opus, a glitter bomb, one you had mailed to his house when he was in a particularly rough patch mentally, meaning he was isolating himself and going on a bender, ignoring all your attempts to reach out. The sheer confusion The Incident, as he dubbed it, had caused, had been enough to pull him out of the shitty mental space he was stuck in, enough to make him call you back! You had been cry-laughing at the sheer befuddlement you had caused him on that same call.
Anyways! The easiest, however, way to get on his nerves (affectionate) was smoking in his vicinity. Now, you were conscious that your habit irritated other people, so you often hid away in places that had no crowds and always went outside to smoke. But somehow, leon always tracked you down to nag at you and be a total grouch about it, as if it was his lungs being ruined!
You and him had been sent on an assignment together, recon of some shady company that had been flagged in the systems for trying to either sell off illegally obtained viruses that did god knows what, and he was there as your back-up. So you and him had been cooped up in a small safehouse that had a shitty bed and the bare necessities that two agents might need for their stay, your gear set up and tuned in. he had gone into the facilities of the company undercover, which helped you gain access to everything, as well as hidden some state of the art bullshit so you two would monitor their conversations.
To say you had been stressed out of your mind and in desperate need of cigarettes would've been understating things. You could see, the more you whined about going for a smoke was starting to get on his nerves too, which, fair, but like, come on man! He is a high functioning alcoholic and you never gave him any shit when he muttered under his breath how ‘there wasn't enough booze on this earth for him to deal with your whining.’
You had managed to nail them down, and get a lot of evidence on their operations however, so you and Leon had finally been free of this bullshit mission! You two booked it the fuck out of there, your gear and everything else safely secured and ready to be handed in to your corporate overlords. (You had been playing too much Cyberpunk 2077 before you were sent on this mission and it showed.)
However, much to your displeasure, and his, your flight had gotten delayed, so you went to a shitty motel, which coincidentally only had one room not vacant, and out of desperation and tiredness, you took it. You were both grown-ups, you could handle one bed and sharing it, goddamn it!
The room was nicer than either of you expected, to be honest. As soon as you got in, you went to ‘your’ side of the bed and left your duffel bag on the floor, before nosediving right into the mattress.
“Mmmphff,” you groaned loudly and in exaggeration as you stretched your limbs out on the mattress, starfish style.
Leon huffed a laugh and shook his head as he watched you play your reaction up. It seemed that you were back on your silly behavior and habits, which, he would never, ever admit, had endeared him so much to you. He always appreciated how you never treated him like the broken mess of a man that he was, how you always took it upon yourself to make him smile and distract him from his nasty self loathing. Even though you got on his nerves sometimes in how you did it…
“I'm gonna go smoke,” you suddenly announced as you trudged out of bed, stretching your limbs as much as you could.
“Again!? Didn't you have one at the airport?” he grumbled as he leaned down to unlace his shoes.
“Oh don't start,” you huffed, grabbing your pack and lighter, already heading out towards the balcony, slipping on some shitty pair of slippers the motel provided, and your cardigan so you wouldn't be cold. You were practically an expert at this by now! You opened the door to the small balcony, which had a small table and two chairs as well as an ashtray and after closing it behind you, you made yourself comfortable in one of those chairs.
The click! of the lighter, as well as the first drag from the sweet, sweet cancer stick, calmed your anxiety. You breathed in deep before exhaling quietly. The balcony door opened and Leon stepped outside with you, probably to keep nagging.
“You know it's bad for you! I don't get why you do it!”
As, shit, here we go again. You took another long drag from it, turning your head to blow the smoke away from where Leon stood, it seemed it would only piss him off more if you dared blow smoke in his face now. “And you know drinking is bad for you, but I don't see you stopping any time soon!”
Your counter made him glare at you some more. You're unsure of why he had been this irritated by it now of all times, when most other times he would just grumble offhandedly about it and leave you to it.
“Okay, fair point, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't quit.”
“Get off my dick about it, Leon," you puffed once more, knocking some of the ash off on the tray. “Youre being a hypocrite and we both know it.”
He took a deep, calming, breath in, jaw clenching in irritation at how easy it had been for you to turn it around on him. “Sure, but I'm not addicted like you are.”
That made you snort loudly, because, hello!? Was this coming from the same man who had gone on a three day bender during his vacation!? “I’ll tell you what, if you quit drinking, I'll quit smoking, but we both know that won't ever happen.”
He sighed loudly.
“I mean, you have some balls to nag at me, when you do the same shit but with different stuff!”
He had had enough. He stepped closer to you, grabbed the cigarette right from your lips, where you had left it to dangle from and put it out on the ashtray.
“Hey! I was smoking that!”
“Don’t care,” he said lowly, his face much closer to yours now that you really noticed. You looked up at him, mouth slightly parted and ready to retort to any of his one-liners, but none came.
One moment, you two were bickering about you smoking, the next his hand was cupping your cheek, and his lips were on yours. After your momentary whiplash, you kissed him back, OBVIOUSLY, your hand coming up to rest against his chest. (Which you always wanted to grope but that would've been inappropriate but you think this was beyond inappropriate now!?)
After a moment more of him kissing you (on the goddamn lips!?!?!?!) he pulled back, expression smug as hell when he saw you visibly trying to process what the fuck had just happened. “You were saying..?” He smirked.
You gaped up at him, too stunned to speak. (The buffoon was too stunned to speak, you thought, and suppressed a laugh.)
“Hello!? What was that!?”
“I kissed you. Or have those cigarettes rotted your brain, too?”
Fucker was so proud of himself!? The fuck!? You hate him, you need to kiss him again. Possibly right this instant. So you do. You grab him by his stupidly tight shirt collar and bring him down for round two. Only this time, the kiss is much greedier than before, all teeth and tongue and need.
You pulled back, now smugly looking at him instead. He looked just as shaken as you did before, mission accomplished!
You didn't expect, however, for him to grab you by your belt to lift you up and kiss you again. You yelped against his lips, which gave him the opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth and deepen the kiss. He started walking back inside, dragging you along with him without breaking the kiss. He shut the balcony door behind you two and, still kissing you (how big were his lungs!?) as he led you towards the bed.
When the back of your legs hit the bed, he pulled back to breathe heavily, looking so pretty and messy by the kiss, just as affected as you. You blinked at him, head fuzzy from the kiss. You were gonna say something snarky, but he pushed you down on the bed and crawled on top of you.
“You were deflecting, y'know?” he smirked down at you.
“Piss off,” your hand tangled in his hair, bringing him down again for more kissing. His lips, despite being a little chapped, were everything you could ever possibly dream of. And you were greedy.
He pulled back, only to pull his and your shirts off, and then his mouth was back on yours just as fervent as before, if not more. You whined against his lips, thighs tightening around his waist involuntarily, trying to get more friction in.
“Needy thing, aren't you?” he laughed, trailing sloppy kisses down your throat, “still thinking about smoking?”
“Oh, don't tempt me, Leon,” you try to say seriously, but it comes out sounding more like a breathy moan as he sucks at a particular spot on your throat, leaving a mark.
“Oh, yeah? You gonna get up and go smoke again?” He asked, lips trailing down lower, pressing a chaste kiss against your breast, while he groped at the other one.
“Oh, fuck,” you sighed, gripping the sheets with one hand tightly, as he kept playing with your breasts. He really went at it, seemingly enthralled, or like he never had had tits in his mouth.
Well, he never had your tits in his mouth, so…
“You like that, huh?
“Leon do not play with me right now,” you whine, grabbing him by his hair and bringing him up for another sloppy kiss. “Please, just fuck me already, I do not have the patience for teasing.”
“Mmm, no sweetheart, wanna take it slow,” he kept kissing his way down, down, down, slowly taking your pants on and throwing them somewhere across the room before shoving his nose in between your thighs and inhaling deeply. “All this for me?”
“Yesss,” you mewled, thighs clamping around his face. He used one of his hands to hold you down gently, mostly so he wouldn't suffocate, and removed your panties too before he dove straight in, tongue lapping at you like a starved man encountering his first meal in 40 days.
The hand that wasn't gripping the sheets was tangled in his hair again as he ate you out, nose buried deep in between your folds, tongue riiight in there. You needed more, preferably his dick in you, like, yesterday? But you settled for his mouth right now, shaking against him from the overwhelming feeling of just his tongue on you, and then he had to go and shove two fingers in and fuuuck, fuck! That shit made you see stars.
“Leon-fuck-’m so close,” you trembled, barely able to get the words out.
“Already?” He purred.
“Don’t-don’t tease you dick,” you cried out, and he had the audacity to laugh, a soft, short and amused laugh.
He pulled his fingers out of you, just as you were about to come, which made you whine loudly, (you wondered if the unfortunate souls that happened to share a wall with you two were sick of your moans, but right now you didn't really care) and he put them in his mouth to lick them clean before he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead, and then finally he took his pants off and- oh lord the sight alone could kill you because this man was on top of YOU!? You'd have to thank whatever god willed it so, sometime soon.
You shook your head to stop your thoughts from derailing too much right as he was about to push his cock in you, and after he looked at you for the go-ahead to which you immediately nodded in answer, your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head when you felt him gather your slick with his tip then pushing in. He wasn't unbearably big, just deliciously so. His hips stilled for a moment, a low grunt escaped him when he felt you squeeze him like you never wanted him to pull out.
“Fucking move,” you gasp, your hand raking down his back, making him shiver and groan. Before he started to move, however, he licked the sweat that was beading down your throat, making you shudder and clench against him more. You always imagined Leon would be loud in the bedroom, because he always grunted and made ‘old man noises’ as you called them (with barely contained lust) and good heavens you were right, because the little grunts and groans he made were like music to your ears.
He finally started setting the pace, slow and steady, not too rough but by any means not slow either. He intertwined his fingers with yours and pressed your hand down into the mattress. You captured his lips with your own, messily kissing and biting down on his bottom lip, making him moan and his hips stutter a little. He picked his pace up, his free hand reaching down in between your bodies to play with your clit. You were both breathless, your heart was pounding in your ears, and you swear your vision was starting to go black at the edges from the feeling of his cock pounding into you and from how he was playing with your clit.
“‘S too m-much, fuck, Leon,” you stuttered.
“C’mon sweetheart,” he murmured right in your ear, biting the lobe gently, “need you to come for me, can you-fuuuck-can you do that?”
“Yesyesyes-”
“Thats it,” he rasped, hips stuttering in their pace as he felt you squeeze around him, your pussy pulsating around him as you came. He kissed you once again, tenderly this time, moaning against your lips as he came.
He kept up his pace, easing you both down from your overwhelming highs and gradually stilled. He rested his forehead against yours, breathing in, totally exhausted and satisfied all at once.
“You plan on staying in there?” you ask after a moment of also breathing in, trying to calm yourself down.
“Uh-huh.”
You giggle, too fucked out to argue. Eventually, he pulls out, presses a kiss to your forehead and gets up to go clean himself. He returns with a towel to clean you up too, gently as not to overwhelm you more. You were still trembling slightly, but your breathing had returned to normal now. He also helped you get to the bathroom, and after all that and also making you drink some water (he was so caring???), he settled into the bed, with you snuggled against his chest.
“Now I wanna smoke again,” you mutter sleepily.
“Absolutely not.”
