RE6 Leon Kennedy's intoxicating scent
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In which... Leon Kennedy develops an overwhelming desire for the young stranger who has been showing up to the bar for the past couple of weeks.
PAIRING: RE6 Leon Kennedy x Reader
TAGS: Smut, alcohol, alcoholic Leon, breeding, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex (f!receiving), cream pie, cock warming, light praise kink
WORD COUNT:1.5K
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A/N: this was my first smut! Just a lil unhinged fic, nothing too serious so don't expect perfection <3
I hope you like it cuties!!! And feel free to leave any requests/suggestions, they are very appreciated.
ps, I listened to Desire by Meg Myers while writing this
Leon Kennedy.
He's hard to miss. Hard to resist. Hard to ignore when his scent constantly lingers on you - like a parasite that's dug its way inside of your skin.
You first noticed him on a night out at a bar. An older man, roughly 15 years older than yourself. He was well built, with a piercing blue stare. He sipped away at the glass of Bourbon in his hand. There was something in his eyes you just couldn't miss. Lust? No not exactly. But the look of absolute hunger and desire. A look where he wanted more than just to touch you- to claim you as his, to keep you safe, to feed off your lively energy.
He pondered in the corner of the bar he sat at. Could you drag him away from the hell he found himself at every night? The nightmares that tormented his mind relentlessly? Would you let him consume you? Would you let him tear into your soul?
He's so hungry. The whiskey he consumes on the daily can't fulfil his absolute desire for needing you in every possible way.
After that first night you saw him, you kept on going back to that same bar. Wondering if he'd be there, giving you that familiar hungry look from his corner of the bar. And indeed, he did, as he became determined to find you in the crowd of people that were scattered amongst the room.
After a few weeks of your "eye-fucking" shenanigans, you decided to approach him.
Your boots clicking against the tiled flooring with every step.
You're sat beside him.
"What the fuck do you want?" You ask.
"I couldn't hold myself back from looking at a pretty little thing like you, sweetheart."
From here you can see and feel everything. You're not even touching him, yet he feels so warm, comforting in a way. You notice his impressive build more, when up close. He wears a navy long sleeve button up, too lazy to button up the buttons closest to his collar. It's a nice fit, snug around his shoulders and biceps. He wears simple black dress pants, pairing nicely with the shirt. He has a light stubble on his jaw and upper lip. Though his drinking patterns are rough, he still looks like he takes care of himself. He's aged like wine.
Hes so sickeningly close, his cologne burns your nose, a mixture of wood, citrus, and musk. The whiskey smell from his mouth seeps out and intoxicates your brain. Your brain feels foggy.
One minute you're interrogating him.
The next you're in the back of his car, pushed up against back seats and feeling his warm, vanilla tasting lips on yours.
He rushes to take you back to his place. You two don't waste a single moment, itching to be interlinked with one another.
Once finally arriving at his place, all he can focus on is you. His hands roam around your body, feeling every curve- every dip. He truly did want to feed his animalistic urges and just consume you as a whole. He wanted to ruin you, claim you as his sweet little darling.
Though he was desperate, he touched you gently. This sort of touch was something you had never experienced before. The men you had been with previously would rush to strip you of your clothing in a hurry, without care of your feelings or own desires. This was not going to be a "one-night stand". You had fallen into Leon's trap. You had become his little mouse, unaware of the addiction and thirst you would feel for this man after the first night you spent with him.
And he would not mind at all because he already knew what he was getting himself into by getting involved with you. He could have let you be with someone your own age, someone less mature, less experienced, less capable. But he knew you were a good girl who only deserved the utmost best. He knew he had the capability of being that someone for you. Someone older, someone who knows more, someone bolder.
And so, he took off the rest of your clothes with care. Adoration seeping into his eyes as he caressed your naked body.
He wasn't a man who skipped foreplay. He took control, toying you and playing with all your sweet little buttons. He wanted to learn what made you crack and what made you fold.
He stuffed you with his index and middle finger, while his thumb circled your clit. He lowered his face, choosing to suck your clit instead while fingering you. He moved them in and out, listening to the erotic squelching sounds that spoke to him. You were so warm and wet, coating his whole hand in your sweet slick.
"Y'so fucking wet baby, all for me?" He'd whisper against your pussy.
He watched how he made you crazy. He listened to the signs, seeing you slowly come undone from his touch.
You felt yourself reach your end point. You felt it, the white hot surge of electricity that shocked your spine and made everything in you come undone and absolutely untangle. Your back arching, eyes rolling back, and soft oh's spilling from your mouth.
But Leon wasn't done with you. This was merely the beginning. He wanted to do much more, to create your very own shared scent that would linger on his bed sheets. He wanted to tie your souls together, he wanted you to be his toy forever.
He inched his face closer to your pussy. He moved in, licking and sucking on your clit and lips. His makeout with your folds was absolutely erotic. He went deeper into you, his nose diving inside of you and his tongue reaching places you couldn't reach with your own fingers. He didn't want to waste a single drop of your sweet essence. You were now his favourite meal. A meal full of warmth, comfort, love, and sweetness.
Once he had finished eating his meal, he rid himself of his clothing. And God, you were in for a surprise. He was huge.
"I-I Don't think that can fi-" You spoke.
He shushed you quickly, "Uh, uh princess. Don't worry, I'll make it fit, yeah?"
You looked at him with big eyes. You had never taken anything of his size before. Not only was he long, but girthy, with one long thick vein that ran from the base of his length to the flushed pink tip. He was leaking pre-cum, eager to shove his entire length inside of you.
He let you know you were in safe hands. He wasn't going anywhere. Home was between your legs, after all.
He used his right arm to hold himself up on top of you. His other arm moved to spread your legs wide for him. He moved slowly, starting by slowly fitting the tip in. You winced with pain slightly at first, before he began to move the tip in and out of your soaking hole. And without warning he shoved the rest in.
"F-Fuck, t'so big," You try your best to speak.
He began moving his hips backwards and forwards, before folding your body and putting you into a mating press. He again used his left hand to toy with your clit, rubbing it in circles the best he could while pounding you, "I know baby, you're doing such a good job for me."
He was absolutely violating you, going deeper and exploring parts of your body you had not known of previously. You felt yourself slowly feeling undone again. That similar surging feeling building up in your spine as his thrusts became more and more intense. He really was trying to break you.
Soft moans elicited out of both of your mouths, colliding into a beautiful melody. You felt his balls slap against your ass with every rough thrust.
Leon felt his balls becoming tighter. "G'na cum soon baby. Where do you want it?"
"I-Inside!"
"Yeah? I'll fill you up and make you so full darling."
His thrusts were starting to become lazier, but he never stopped toying with your clit.
You were nearing your end, "I'm about to-"
You shut yourself up by biting your lip. The familiar feeling washing over you. You felt electricity once again, travel done your spine. And you felt a knot unravel itself in your lower belly. At the same time, he took his hand off your clit and held you close, still having you folded in half. He came seconds after you, spurting out his hot seed with every thrust.
His head fell into the crook of your neck, breathing in your sweat-mixed scent. He left kisses along your neck and on your lips. The two of you were still connected, his cock acting as a plug keeping his warm essence trapped in your womb.
He smiled against your lips. "How was that, beautiful?"
You smiled sweetly at him, absolutely radiating in your post-orgasm glow. "Best. Dick. Ever."
He chuckled at your response, "So... How would you feel about round 2?"
