Show Me Where It hurts
Leon Kennedy x F!Reader {"Agent Osprey"}
OKAY SO This took way too long. Too many days of me hating my writing and going back n forth. And also working, and being tired, and da bebe being angsty at me and me reading my book and mainly just Not Having Time for writing but hey here are are
Dedicating this chapter to @strawberrydaiquiriri because you were wondering if they were gonna kiss and like... I guess they did? and then also thank ye to @shadowofstrife for putting up with my constant bullshittery
Warnings; emotions somewhere. Sex. Floor sex. Couch sex. Kissing. Oral [m receiving]. PiV sex. Unprotected sex [wrap it before you tap it or you'll get a baby like I got]. Creampie. Uhuhhhhhh multiple orgasms. Vaginal fingering. Lemme know if I forgot anything because honestly I don't know anymore, man
Here's this song, too, which is part of what caused this in the first place
Word count; 2.6k
pt. XXIII
It started with you pressed against the door of his Porsche.
The dim streetlights cast shadows over his face. The cool of the car a stark contrast to the heat of Leon’s body pressing into you – thigh to sternum, the two of you were flush. You’d had him by the collar of his jacket, pulling him into you and – oh holy shit the way he was licking desperately into your mouth was going to be your undoing.
You’d bit his bottom lip, and he’d started peppering kisses down your neck. One of his hands snaked up to tug your hoodie collar away, his mouth latching onto the juncture of your neck and shoulder. Your body jerked against him and you let out a whine, “Leon–”
He’d cut you off with another kiss, “Get in the car.”
And now you were here, stumbling rather loudly into his dimly lit apartment. The door was barely shut before he had you caged against it, nose buried in your neck. Your breaths were coming in short pants, but you tugged at Leon’s hair to get him to look at you. His pupils were blown wide, lips slick with your spit. You looked no better, “This isn’t going to make work weird, will it?”
He shook his head once, fringe falling in his eyes, “No.”
“You sure?”
“Positive.” You only hummed in response to him, something that was still making you hesitate settling deep in your chest. Leon reached a hand up to cup the side of your face, thumb stroking your cheekbone, “Somethin’ wrong?”
Your brows furrowed, your scowl fixing on something over Leon’s shoulder, “I don’t–” you sighed, the grip in his hair loosening, “I don’t usually… top.”
“Take your time,” he told you, walking the two of you backwards, further into his living room. You briefly registered the layout; leather couch. Cream walls. Grey area rug over light hardwood, “We can stop if you want, too.”
You placed a hand on his chest, directing him to the couch. His knees hit it and he sank down, pulling you with until you were straddled in his lap. The familiarity of the position was not lost on you, but this time no guilt accompanied it. Only the weird feeling in your chest, still, that you couldn't place, “No, no, we aren’t stopping.” Your voice held more surety than you felt, “Give me a moment.”
“Ozzy, I'll give you anything you ask,” Leon breathed out, hands settling on your hips, the weight grounding your mind. He tightened his grip, grinding you down on his lap, and when a hushed moan escaped your mouth, a wicked grin spread over his, “Oh? You like that?”
Your head fell to his shoulder and you inhaled his scent with an almost-moan, “Do it agai–oh!” your breath caught when he obliged, pressing you down onto the growing hard spot in his lap. You groaned and licked a stripe up his neck, sucking on his pulse point.
The noise it pulled from him made you smile into his skin, “Y'make such pretty noises for me, Leon.”
Leon’s head fell against the back of the couch, “Anything for you, sweetheart,” he purred back.
“What’d you tell me earlier?” you suddenly asked, slowly moving your legs to slide from his lap, “Fake it like I love you?”
Leon’s eyes stayed shut, but he nodded, “Whatever it takes, Oz.” A wordless hum escaped you as you slid completely to the floor in front of him. His knees fell apart to make room for you while your own pressed into the carpet. Your hands stayed in your lap, and you simply… fell forward, burying your face in the space between his thighs. Leon’s hands came to rest on the back of your head, “What’re you thinkin’?”
“‘m thinking I want your cock down my throat.” your words were muffled by his jeans, but he must’ve heard you loud and clear because his cock twitched from within his pants.
“Let me help with that,” Leon moved you off his pants with one hand and started working at his belt with the other.
He was fumbling, hard.
Your hands shot up and batted his away, working his pants with military precision. Soon your hand wrapped around the warm length of him and freed him to the cool air of his apartment. You didn’t even take a good look at his cock before enveloping your mouth around his flushed tip and sucking.
Leon’s hips bucked, more of his cock sliding into the warm, wet heat of your mouth with the movement. You met halfway and suddenly he was hitting the back of your throat and– “Ah, fu-uck.” One of his hands slid in your hair, fingers gripping the back of your head.
You moaned, loud, nose buried in the curls at his base, and you stopped all movement. Your tongue was working the underside of his length, your noises reverberating up Leon’s fucking spine at this point and– why weren’t you moving. You needed to move– he bucked his hips again, tearing another whimper from you–
Leon’s nerves were lit up like hotwire and he pulled you off him by your hair, keeping his fingers threaded at the back of your head, “Having fun?”
“I was,” you whined, one of your hands snaking up to stroke your spit over his shaft, “This is fun, too, though.” hand still sliding, you bent your head and took half his cock in your mouth, bobbing your head with the motion of your hand.
“Fuckin–” his hand tightened in your hair, something to ground him to keep him from completely railing your throat. He has more class than that–
That’s what you wanted, though.
Who is he to deny your wants?
Before he could do anything, you pulled your mouth from him again with a wet pop and stood, both hands sliding over his cock while you leaned in and kissed him again – nothing except desperate tongue and teeth and the salt of him in your mouth. One of your hands came up and tangled in his hair, and you started climbing back into his lap. Leon started pulling away, but you chased him with peppered kisses before he couldn’t back his head anymore and you were on him again.
His hands went to your hips, shucking your sweats down over your hips and down your plush thighs, off one leg to pool at the ankle of the other. Even halfway to drunk, you moved with efficiency, lining his tip up with your cunt before sinking down on him in one go.
Both of you let out guttural noises at the feeling of Leon’s cock being completely seated within you. Your head was once more on his shoulder, lips ghosting over his pulse point. Your breathing was labored– Leon could feel it in the brush of your chest against his; your heartbeat was absolutely hammering.
You were so full.
Fuller than you'd been in a while. The stretch of him was delicious and it knocked your breath out, “Holy shit,” you whispered, voice breaking.
Slowly, you lifted your hips, giving an experimental swivel before dropping back down and– oh. The tip of Leon’s cock kissed your cervix and punched a moan straight from your lungs.
Up.
Swivel.
Drop.
Rinse.
Repeat.
You rocked your hips against his, grinding down with a purpose. Your hands snaked up his biceps, one staying on his shoulder, your other falling to grip his wrist where he held your hips with a bruising grasp.
You brought your face to his, eyes screwed shut, gasping into Leon’s mouth to drink his moans as greedily as you let your slip from your lips as you chased your high. You could feel his restraint, the barely-there jerk of his hips beneath you.
He nipped your bottom lip, thumbs brushing your hipbones as you moved, “Grip me so nice, there, Ozzy.”
You preened at his words, pussy clenching hard as another needy whine tore from your throat. You smiled into Leon's mouth, hips rocking harder, chasing the release you so desperately sought. Your thighs burned with the effort, and your knees cracked once in a while.
The rice-krispie joints would've made you giggle any other time but Leon's cock felt too good for you to care about anything else.
Leon moaned, his head falling back again, “You liked that? Should I keep telling you how much of a good girl you're being?” you whimpered, pushing down on his lap hard enough to pull matching moans from both your chests. Leon breathed out a laugh towards his ceiling and hummed, but stayed otherwise silent.
“Tell me how good it feels to be inside me,” your voice was barely a whisper, “but moan it into my mouth instead."
His hands suddenly clamped down harder on your hips, and he stopped your movements in favor of completely drilling up into you, his tip hitting something deep and devastating that knocked the air right from you. All you could do was let out little uh-uh-huh-uh noises of appreciation. He bit your bottom lip again, “Yeah?” Forehead to forehead, his fringe was brushing your face, lips barely brushing yours, “Feel so good. Nice ‘n tight, such a good girl for me. Taking me so well.” He grit out, teeth clenched.
Leon caught your lips once more in a hungry kiss, wet with spit. It was desperate. Messy. Uncoordinated as you bounced on his cock, the couch creaking beneath the two of you. Suddenly, he pulled you off him and pushed you to your knees before falling with you, crowding you until you were flat on your back.
He braced one hand by your head, the other brushing through the wet curls at the apex of your thighs, “What was it you once told me?” Two fingers, ring and middle, brushed through your sensitive folds, gathering your combined slick before plunging deep and curling against that spongy spot that made you see stars. He brought his face inches from yours, a devilish smirk on his glistening lips, “Crook a couple fingers for you and then you’ll come?”
Come you did.
The action was so sudden, so sharp, it sent a jolt straight from your core up your spine, your whole body tensing with the shock of your release. Your pussy clenched down on his fingers as he curled and stroked you through your orgasm.
When it faded he didn't stop. Leon kept working you, fingers curling in all the right spots. He had your hips jerking off his carpet, chasing his hand, the wet noises mixing with your desperate whines.
Suddenly the heel of his hand ground into you, putting just enough pressure on your already sensitive clit that it sent you into another orgasm, “Oh, fu-uck–”
“That's it,” he cooed, fingers moving faster, “C'mon, come for me, again, Ozzy.”
“Leon–”
“Such pretty noises you're makin’ for me,” he echoed your earlier sentiment, teeth scraping your earlobe, “Gonna be a good girl and keep making those sounds?” You nodded vigorously, hair falling in your face. Small noises were the only thing you were able to get out, soft uh-uh-oh’s that Leon muted when he took your bottom lip between his teeth.
His fingers disappeared, replaced with his aching cock swiping through your wet heat. Your hips gave another involuntary jerk, his one hand pressing on your hipbone while the other lined him up with you, “Gonna be good?”
You cracked your eyes open just enough to give him a sly look from under the arm you had draped over your flushed face, “Fake it like I love you?”
“Don’t be ashamed to scream my name, either,” with one unforgiving thrust, he sank back into you, bottoming out. He braced his hands beside your head and slowly rolled his hips into yours, making sure you felt every fucking inch of him. You hands shot up, under his shoulders to claw at his back, fingernails catching uselessly on his shirt. One slid up his neck, catching in his hair and gripping.
Leon gasped, his hips snapping suddenly. You spasmed beneath him, his lips blazing a trail across the side of your sensitive neck. You could feel him marking your skin, his teeth nipping, and you grinned, the hand in his hair tightening, “Ah, fuck– kee–keep–” you grunted, hips shifting to chase his when he pulled out almost all the way from you, “Fuckin– Leon–”
He hummed in question, nosing at your ear before driving his hips forward in a single, harsh thrust. A broken moan ripped from your chest, “Gah, I–I thi–ah–”
You broke off into wordless babbling, each noise hitching in time with each knock of his cock against your cervix. Leon was making absolutely filthy sounds, panting into your shoulder. His weight barely grounded you, your mind floating off, getting lost in the feeling of being totally railed into the floor. Leon nipped your shoulder and pulled his head up to get a better look at your fucked-out face, “You look good, taking–my–cock–” each praise was grit out from being clenched teeth, punctuated with a hard grind of his hips on yours.
Leon’s pubic bone was catching on your clit at just the right pressure that had your hips chasing his, pulling off the floor. His hips continued to rut and roll into yours, his hand shaking between the two of you to press your clit.
You jerked – violently – both hands snapping to grip his wrist, “I– ah– no, no–”
He kept the pressure, nodding as he bent his head to pull you into another bruising set of kisses that punctuated his words, “You can– you will– so good for me– take me so well– can I–can I come– I wanna–inside–”
You were almost sobbing at this point, the pressure – the pleasure in your core almost too much to bear despite your hips still trying to roll to meet Leon's. You were nodding at him, whining wordless noises in agreement. Come in me. Paint my insides. I want to feel you oozing down my thighs– it was endearing how he was borderline begging you– You could feel every ridge, every fucking inch of his cock punching into the deepest parts of you–
Another orgasm suddenly tore through you, blindsiding you with a snapped coil of pleasure that had your whole body tensing. Leon tensed above you, his hips snapping one last time into yours as he ground his release as deep as he possibly could. You could feel his cock swelling, pulsing with his release, his hips twitching weakly as you continued to clench around him.
Leon’s body sagged, elbows still supporting him. The two of you stayed like that, a mess of quiet panting and half-strewn clothing, before he slowly slipped out of you and rolled to lay beside you, careful to avoid his coffee table.
Without his heat above you, you were fully aware of how naked you were from the waist down; pajama pants hung loosely around one ankle. Underwear somewhere else entirely – probably under the couch. You snorted quietly at the absurdity of this entire situation;
The problems with your ex weren’t the only reason you’d crawled in a brandy bottle the last few days.
Leon must’ve heard you, anyway, and slowly sat up to look down at you and oh, the sudden and blatant adoration he had in his eyes hit you like a bat to the abdomen – you blamed it on the sex high, “What’re you thinkin, Oz?” his voice was soft. Hesitant, almost, like he hadn’t just totally railed you into the floor not even two minutes ago.
You pushed your green-faded bangs from your eyes, back off your forehead, before you sat up and they fell back in your eyes anyway. You began monkeying with your braid, twisting it between your fingers to avoid looking at him.
“I’m shipping out today.”
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