Lily Gao (Ada's VA in RE4R) mentions how Ada is not usually emotional even with Leon (but in public) and now I can't stop thinking about how they are privately 🥴
Hello, I have a leon request! Hear me out on leon being a bit shy to take his clothes off despite loving intercourse with his s/o because he doesn’t like his scars or certain parts of his body so his s/o notices this and they try clothed sex 😋
a/n; love love love!!! clothed sex is just soooo🤤 idk from experience, so I could be delusional, but it just seems either amazing or terrible, yknow?! anyway. thank you for this!! I hope I do the idea justice 🙏🏻 I wasn't sure which era you wanted, but I think I kept it vague enough, so any era should work!
sum; leon's insecurity strikes at the worst time, and in a burst of desperation, an idea and solution are found effortlessly.
content; clothed sex, dry humping, riding, some body worship, leon is insecure, light nipple play, subby!leon
wc; 2k
You'd been naked in front of each other countless times. Being together for so long, it only made sense, right? Well, sometimes, especially after not being intimate for so long, Leon could be a little... unsure, to put it gently. Not unsure of you or his desire, but of his own body.
Tonight was one of those nights. Ten minutes into making out and groping and gently coaxing you into his lap, he froze up when your hand moved under his shirt. He stopped, breath shaky as he looked down and gently stopped your wrist. You halted, leaning back.
"What's wrong?" You asked quietly.
"I.. maybe we should hold off tonight." He looked to the side, eyes low as he swallowed thickly.
Leon wasn't one to deny intimacy, even when he was absolutely exhausted. So you prodded further. "What's the problem? Did I do something?" You asked again, moving your hand and bringing both palms to cup his cheek and tilt his head to look at you.
"I just.. I'm not sure I feel great. Yknow, visually.." he trailed off, words vague and brief as his gaze darted down again.
"Oh, baby," you purred softly, leaning forward to kiss his nose. "I know you get a little worried about your body sometimes," you paused, thumbs soothing over his cheekbones. "but I promise, on my life, there's no reason for it. You're fit, healthy, and you've got a whole story mapped out on your pretty body. Scars, moles, your cute little freckles." You leaned down to kiss the freckle between his collarbone and his adams apple, making him snicker at your gentle words.
"I love you," he murmured when you lifted your head. He pushed forward for a kiss once more, tugging you tighter to his body.
"If thats the only reason you don't feel up to it, there's two ways we can fix it."
"Mmh?" He hummed curiously, leaning back as you shuffled down a little, hands resting on his belt.
"We can stop and relax and wait for another time," you hummed, slowly undoing his belt. He didn't stop you, but he gave you a look to seek more information. "or we can keep it all on, get in a little dry humping action, and if you wanna keep going, I can just ride you with your pants pushed down a little."
"Ooh," he breathed, looking between you and your hands on his half undone belt. "You really know how to convince a man.." he muttered.
"Only when it comes to you." You grinned.
"Yeah.. yeah, we can try that." He nodded, swallowing harshly once more as he pulled you to have your heat pressed directly against the girth of his erection in his pants.
"You want me to do the work?" You asked. He blinked.
"I-i can. If you want. Whatever you want." He sputtered quickly, assuming you'd been teasing about his assumption of you being on top longer.
You giggled. "I'll stay here for now. Just stay comfy. If at any point you feel at all compelled to stop, just say the word, and I'll be off of you before you can blink."
He nodded again, body relaxing beneath you as he leaned back against the headboard and pillows, sighing quietly. His ease was sharply interrupted by the warm, burning sensation of you grinding down against his boner. He squeaked slightly, brows furrowing as he dug his nails into your hips. You continued, hips rolling slowly with a firm enough pressure that you could feel enough, and he could feel more than enough—just how he liked it.
"Oh," he breathed, eyes fluttering with struggle to stay open. "Fuck, th-that's really good." He shuddered, his legs tensing as he leaned forward to grab tighter around your waist as he bucked his hips into yours.
"Mmhm," you hummed, one hand coming to tangled into the hair above the nape of his neck, tilting his head back and kissing him deeply. He choked on a moan as you dragged back and forth. The kiss turned sloppy within seconds, and you couldn't help but laugh softly at how easily his brain turned to mush for you.
"Breathe, baby," you reminded him, feeling his breath catching and holding as he leaned his chin against your chest.
"Sorry." He squeaked out, breathing shakily as he grabbed your hips more firmly, trying to take a little control with the pace and rhythm.
"Can't have you passing out on me before you've even been given a reason to feel that good." You teased sweetly, making him whine and hide his face again.
"But it feels so good." He groaned, the sound pitchy and drawn out.
"Does dry humping really get you that close?" You snickered.
"Maybe." He muttered, only to shiver and swallow harshly. You slowed to a stop, only for him to perk up and tilt his head. "Why'd you stop?" His voice barely above a whisper.
"Because I didn't work you all the way up just for you to cum in your pants before I'm even halfway there."
"'M sorry," he curled around you, groaning in embarrassment. "It just felt really good."
"We've got all night. There's no need to get it all done during the foreplay." You soothed, scooting back slowly and pulling on his waistband. You finished undoing his belt, tugging his zipper down and gently tugging at the fabric of his pants and boxers. He lifted his hips slightly, and you managed to pull the fabric down just enough that his cock sprang free and you pushed the waistband of his boxers down to where it rested just beneath his balls.
You lifted your skirt, grabbing Leon's hands and having him hold up the fabric as you pulled your panties to the side. He watched, eyes darting between your face and the show you were putting on just for him. His grip tightened on your skirt, knuckles turning white as you propped his cock upright and hovered over the drooling cock head. He looked up at you, lips parted with soft breaths leaving his plush, kiss-swollen lips.
"Oh, you're so cute," you mused, watching his face as you lowered yourself onto him. The tip was enough to make his face contort, a squeak pulled from his throat as he quivered in response with a pitchy 'fuck' rolling off of his tongue.
You eased your way down, all too satisfied with the way his entire body surrendered itself to you, trusting with his mind, body, and soul. With you fully seated on his cock, he fell back against the pillows, breath uneven and stiff as his cock twitched inside of you. You tried to start grinding slowly, only for him to dig his fingertips into your waist.
"Not yet. I might—" He exhaled, head falling back. "I might embarrass myself if I don't breathe for a second."
"I'd rather you cum in me than your boxers." You teased. He huffed, pinching your side lazily.
"Cruel, cruel woman."
"I'll show you cruel."
Leon didn't have time to process your words before you were already lifting and dropping down with enough force to have him bust right then and there. He cried out, gasping slightly at the first bounce.
"Fuck! Okay, n-not cruel. 'M sorry!" He whined, holding you down with as much strength as he could maintain in such a weak moment.
You laughed a little, only to apologize through slow, shallow bounces and grinding back and forth. The change made it much easier for him to readjust and relax. He melted under you, his grip easing.
"You still don't want your shirt off?" You asked, hands creeping under the fabric. He whined, shaking his head no. You retracted your touch. "Can I still touch?" You asked, palms resting just below his well-worked pecs. He nodded, looking up at you as he nudged your hands upward, letting you know that touching was still on the table. You grinned at his actions.
On the rare occasion that Leon let you take this much control, it was always a delight to see how he'd respond to the things he did to you. Like how he'd grope and pinch and pull at your nipples or sometimes even use them to keep his mouth busy. Given the fact his shirt was on, you resorted to the hands-on approach. You worked him up with some slow circling of your thumbs around his nipples, and when he closed his eyes, you picked up the bouncing with deeper strokes and began to gently pinch and twist his nipples. Nothing that would hurt him, but with just enough pressure to make him whimper.
"Hah—ahh, shit," he breathed out a small laugh, brows knitting together tighter.
"Touch me, baby. C'mon, don't make me do all the work by myself." You cooed, gesturing down to his hands. One hand quickly found its way downward between your legs, his thumb effortlessly meeting your clit as you fucked yourself on his cock, pussy fluttering at the reciprocation of stimulation. It was your turn to mewl and whimper, head falling back as your hips bounced and ground against his touch with every drop of your hips.
"F-fuck," he choked. "M-mmmm—might not make it," he whined, eyes struggling to stay focused and attentative in the moment.
"God, just a little more, please." You mewled, head falling back as your hands worked his nipples with pinching and pulling and rolling, his body pliant and willing for you.
Leon tried, he really did, but with you growing closer, tightening and clenching and pulsing around his cock and using him like a fucking ragdoll, he found himself drowned in pleasure. He could only sputter out an embarrassing 'cumming!' before his body jolted and tensed, a ragged sob leaving his lips. His dick twitched and throbbed as he spilled his load into you, relief flooding his nerves and his muscles as he fell limp and twitchy beneath you.
You followed quickly, his thumb still working on your clit as you eased into softer bounces and slower grinding, ending up at a perfect peak for your pleasure to throb through your nerves. You came to a stop, breathing heavy and shaky. Leon was absolutely done for. Ruined beyond comprehension in the moment. He shivered when you lifted yourself off of him, dropping beside him and cuddling up against him as your skirt dropped back into place, panties still notched to the side.
"Maybe being insecure isn't so bad." He rasped lazily, leaning into you and wrapping an arm around you.
"Shut up." You laughed, rolling your eyes as you wrapped an arm around his waist, head turning to kiss his collarbone over his shirt. "You know you're sexy, scars and all."
"You say that because you have to." He murmured.
"No, I don't. I'm saying it because I love you, you're amazing, and you look amazing—even when you don't feel like it." You insisted, kissing his jawline before you sat upright. "Shower together or alone?" You asked.
"Uh... I.." he hesitated, stammering as he sat upright and shifted to curl into himself.
You laughed quietly, shaking your head as you reached to cup his cheek. "I'll go start the shower, and if you feel like it, you can join me. If not, you can shower after me. Okay? You okay with that?"
He nodded, smiling lightly as he leaned into your touch. "Thank you."
"I'll be back." You mused, shuffling out of bed. "Care to change the sheets while I'm showering?" You called over your shoulder as you began to undress while leaving the bedroom to the bathroom.
"On it!" He stood from the bed on shaky legs and worked his way to change the sheets.
Captain Wesker's only satisfied after training Chris into a traumatized muscle-man. 💪😔 It's for Chris's own good, so he will be strong enough to survive Whisker's new world. And strong enough to survive the gorilla grip flesh eating wormussy.
