Request: Hiiii! Could I please request some NSFW Leon S. Kennedy x male reader from Resident Evil? I'd love something that focuses more on other sexual stuff instead of anal, I have a hard time finding fics that don't include that. Thank you so much if you decide to write this! ❤️
Warning: Frotting, 69, cum marking, cum swallowing, I just kinda blacked out while writing this lmao
The restaurant had been your idea, some Italian place close to both of your places that seemed nice enough. Leon seemed a bit out of place in this very homey interior, especially because he was very tense and often looking around, but he'd relaxed eventually. Wine especially helped and so did your hand on his thigh under the table, thumb tracing slow circles that slowly moved up as time passed.
Now you were fumbling with his apartment door, keys somewhere, hands everywhere.
"Easy" he murmured against your mouth, walking you backward into the dark hallway. His hands found your hips, steadying you both. "We got all night."
"Been waiting long enough" you shot back, fingers curling into the collar of his jacket, tugging him down. His lips met yours, soft at first, more of a teasing brush that made you chase him. He let you catch him, mouth opening under yours, tongue sliding wet and warm against your own. He tasted like the wine you drank and something sweeter.
The jacket hit the floor. You yanked at his shirt next, pulling it free from his waistband, palms finally splaying across his stomach. His abs contracted under your touch, a sharp intake of breath through his nose. He kissed you harder, pressing you into the wall, one hand braced beside your head while the other felt along your side.
"Bedroom" you gasped between kisses.
"Impatient."
"You've been flirting with me for three months, Leon. Three months. I'm not impatient, I'm fucking desperate."
He laughed, low, warm, vibrating against your throat where his lips had traveled. His teeth grazed your pulse point, and your head fell back, thunking against the wall. "Three months of you looking at me like that? You think I wasn't losing my mind too?"
His hips rolled against yours, and you felt it, the thick, hard length of him through his jeans. Your mouth watered. He was big. You'd suspected, but feeling it pressed against you, hot and heavy even through layers of fabric, made your cock throb in response.
"Then stop teasing" you whispered.
He pulled back just enough to look at you. Those blue eyes, dark now, pupils blown wide. His lips were swollen, glistening "Who said I'm teasing?" His voice dropped. "I'm just savoring you."
But he grabbed your wrist and pulled you down the hall anyway.
His bedroom was sparse, bed, dresser, nightstand with a lamp which he turned on to fill the room with warm light. No decorations, no personal touches. You'd think about that later, what it meant about him, but right now all you cared about was the way he was stripping off his shirt, revealing the toned planes of his chest and stomach that you could only feel earlier. A dusting of light hair across his chest, trailing down his stomach in a thin line that disappeared beneath his waistband.
You reached for him, palms flattening against his chest, feeling the heat radiating off his skin. He let you explore for a moment, watching your face, before his hands went to the hem of your shirt.
"Off" he commanded.
You raised your arms, and he pulled it over your head, tossing it aside. His gaze swept down your torso, seemingly appreciating the viww. One hand came up, knuckles dragging down your sternum, across your stomach. You shivered.
"Lie down" he said.
You obeyed, settling against his pillows, watching him approach the foot of the bed. He took off his boots and you did the same, then reached for his belt. The leather hissed through the loops, and he dropped it with a clatter. The button came next, then the zipper, slow, like he knew exactly what the sound did to you. He shoved the jeans down, stepping out of them, and stood there in black boxer briefs that did nothing to hide the thick outline of his cock. It curved slightly to the left, straining against the fabric, a wet spot darkening the cotton near the tip.
"Fuck" you breathed.
He smiled, confident. "Like what you see?"
"You know I do."
He crawled onto the bed, over you, caging you in with his arms. His mouth found yours again, hungrier now, all teeth and tongue. You kissed back just as desperately, hands moving across his broad shoulders, down the flexing muscles of his back. He settled his weight between your spread thighs, and you both groaned when your cocks pressed together through the remaining fabric.
"Feel that?" He ground against you, a slow roll of his hips that made sparks dance behind your eyelids. "Feel how fucking hard you make me?"
"Leon—"
"Three months" he repeated, biting at your jaw, your earlobe. "Three months of thinking about this. About you underneath me. About what sounds you'd make." Another grind, harder. "You sound even better than I imagined."
You were gasping, fingers digging into his shoulders, hips bucking up to meet his. The friction was incredible but not enough, too many layers between you. You needed skin.
"Too many clothes" you managed.
"Agreed." He pushed himself up, kneeling between your legs, and hooked his thumbs into your waistband. "Lift."
You raised your hips, and he pulled everything off in one motion, pants, underwear, gone. His eyes fixed on your cock, standing flushed and leaking against your stomach.
"Look at you" he murmured, wrapping a hand around you. His grip was firm, calloused and perfectly tight. Your spine arched off the mattress. "Fucking gorgeous."
He stroked you once, twice, thumb swirling over the head, smearing the wetness around. Then he released you, and you whined at the loss.
"Patience." He stripped off his own underwear, and his cock sprang free, long, thick, slightly curved, the head flushed a deep pink. A bead of precum welled at the tip. You wanted it in your mouth immediately.
But Leon had other plans. He lowered himself again, aligning your bodies so your cocks pressed together, hot and hard. The sensation made you both inhale sharply. He was longer than you, thick enough that your fingers would strain to wrap around him. The visual alone, seeing your dicks pressed together, both leaking, was almost enough to make you lose it. But Leon wanted more. He closed his hand around both of your lengths, holding you together as he moved
He started moving, rolling his hips in a slow rhythm that dragged his length against yours and his hand. The friction was maddening, slick where your precum mixed, hot where your skin pressed together. You planted your feet on the mattress and pushed up to meet him, finding the rhythm, increasing the pressure.
"Fuck, that's good" he groaned, forehead dropping to your shoulder. His breath came in harsh pants against your skin. "You feel so fucking good."
"More" you demanded. "Harder."
He laughed breathlessly. "Greedy." But he complied, snapping his hips faster, grinding against you with more force. The wet slide of your cocks together in his hand filled the room with obscene sounds, skin on skin, the slick of precum, your shared moans.
You grabbed his ass, pulling him closer, encouraging him. The muscle flexed under your palms, tight and powerful. He was beautiful like this, sweat gleaming on his chest, those blue eyes half-lidded with pleasure, mouth open and panting.
"I want to taste you" you said suddenly. "Leon, please, I want your cock in my mouth."
He stilled, a shudder running through his whole body. "Jesus." He swallowed hard. "You can't just say shit like that."
"Why not?" You rolled your hips beneath him, reminding him you were both still hard, still desperate. "I've been thinking about it for three months too, you know. Want to feel you on my tongue. Want to make you fall apart."
He kissed you fierce and bruising, then pulled back with a strained sound. "Alright. On your back, head toward the foot of the bed."
You moved quickly, understanding. He positioned himself over you, knees on either side of your chest, his cock heavy and flushed inches from your face. But he didn't stop there. He leaned forward, bracing his hands beside your hips, and you realized his mouth was now level with your own aching erection.
Sixty-nine.
"Fuck yes" you breathed, and then you wrapped your hand around the base of his cock and guided him into your mouth.
He groaned, a deep rumble you felt more than heard, as your lips stretched around his girth. He was thick, thicker than you'd expected, and you had to really relax your jaw to take him in. The taste of him flooded your senses: salt and musk. You swirled your tongue around the head, dipping into the slit, and he jerked above you.
Then his mouth was on you, and you forgot everything else.
He took you deep in one smooth motion, cheeks hollowing, tongue pressing flat against the underside of your shaft. The wet heat was overwhelming. You moaned around his cock, the vibration making him shudder, and he responded by sucking harder, bobbing his head in a rhythm that had your toes curling.
You tried to focus, to match his pace, but he was too good. Every time you found a rhythm, he'd do something, swallow around you, trace a vein with his tongue, hum low in his throat, that shattered your concentration. Your hand worked what you couldn't fit in your mouth, twisting in a uneven rhythm.
"Leon—" you tried to say, but it came out muffled, garbled around his cock. He understood anyway, pulling off just long enough to gasp "I know. Me too. Don't stop."
You didn't. You sucked him deeper, fighting your gag reflex, wanting all of him. His hips stuttered, thrusting shallowly into your mouth, and you took it, relaxed your throat, let him use you. The sounds he was making, strangled moans, bitten-off curses, spurred you on.
Your own orgasm was building fast, pressure coiling at the base of your spine. You tried to warn him, tapping his thigh, but he just redoubled his efforts, swallowing you to the root and working his throat around you.
That was it. You came hard, spilling into his mouth with a muffled cry, whole body seizing. He took it all, swallowing every pulse, milking you through it with sucks that had you writhing from overstimulation.
When you finally went limp, he pulled off you with a wet sound. Your cock twitched, oversensitive, as he shifted above you. You realized you'd stopped sucking him when you came, your hand still wrapped loosely around his shaft.
"Sorry" you managed, voice rough.
"Don't be." His voice was wrecked. "That was the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen."
You tightened your grip, stroking him firmly, and he hissed. "Let me finish" you said. "I want you to come on me."
His whole body went rigid. "What?"
"I want you to come on me" you repeated, clearer this time, looking up at him from beneath heavy lids. "Mark me. Show me you're mine."
He moved before you could blink, repositioning himself, straddling your chest, one hand braced on the headboard while the other wrapped around his cock. He was close already, you could tell. His abs were clenched, jaw tight, chest heaving.
You reached up, pinching his nipple, and he shattered.
"FUCK—" His cum hit your chest in hot stripes, thick white liquid painting your skin. He stroked himself through it, muscles jumping, head thrown back to expose the column of his throat. You watched, mesmerized, as rope after rope covered you. The smell of him, musk and sex, filled your nose.
When he finally stilled, he was trembling. He looked down at you, flushed, sweaty, covered in his cum, and his expression changed to tenderness mixed with hunger.
He leaned down and kissed you, slow and deep, licking into your mouth like he couldn't get enough. When he pulled back, you were both completely breathless.
"Stay" he said quietly. Not a question, but not quite a command either. Something more in between "Tonight. Tomorrow. As long as you want."
You smiled, reaching up to brush damp hair from his forehead. "I'm not going anywhere."
But even as you said it, you felt him half-hard against your thigh already, stirring again, ready for round two.
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