⟣ tell that lil ℬitch have fun . .
𓌔𓌔 𝓛eon s. 𝓚ennedy ! !
cw info𓈒⠀ fanfic & nsfw ✷ !fempov — ⋆ leon s. kennedy ⋆ jealously ⋆ possessive ⋆ no use of y/n ⋆ mdni ⋆ porn &. plot .ᐟ (＞。☆)
disclaimer&an𓈒⠀spontaneous fanfic i have now in mind .. english isn’t my native language, there are probably spelling mistakes or sentences that don't make sense. .ᐟ
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It was another one of those endless nights at the DSO headquarters, the kind where the fluorescent lights buzzed like angry hornets and the coffee tasted like regret. Leon S. Kennedy leaned back in his chair, his boots propped up on the desk, scrolling through mission reports on his tablet. He wasn’t really reading them, though - his eyes kept drifting across the room to where she sat, her fingers flying over her keyboard as she typed up her own debrief. They’d been partners for months now, ever since that zombie-infested debacle in some godforsaken rural town. She was sharp, tough, and had this way of smirking at him that made his stomach twist in knots.
They weren’t together, not officially. But the lingering glances, the accidental brushes of hands, the late-night talks that veered into personal territory they both knew there was something there. Leon just hadn’t figured out how to say it without sounding like a fool.
The door to the bullpen swung open, and in walked Chris Redfield, looking as burly and no-nonsense as ever. He was there for a joint briefing on some new viral strain, but Leon’s mood soured the second Chris spotted her and grinned that big, friendly grin of his.
“Hey, you,” Chris said, striding over to her desk with the confidence of a man who’d punched boulders for fun. “Heard you took down that pack of Lickers single-handed last mission. Impressive stuff. We should grab a drink sometime, swap war stories.”
She looked up, her eyes lighting up with that easy laugh of hers. “Oh, come on, Chris. It was hardly single-handed Leon was there too, playing hero as usual.” She glanced Leon’s way, but he pretended to be engrossed in his tablet, his jaw clenching just a bit too hard.
Chris leaned against her desk, crossing his arms. “Leon’s always the hero, huh? But seriously, you’ve got skills. Reminds me of Jill back in the day. Tough as nails.”
Leon rolled his eyes behind the screen. Tough as nails? Please. Chris was laying it on thick, and she was eating it up, nodding along and asking about some old STARS mission. It wasn’t like Chris was flirting outright the guy was basically a walking brick wall with a heart of gold but Leon felt that annoying prick of jealousy anyway.
Why did Chris have to loom over her desk like that? And why was she smiling so much?
As the conversation dragged on, Leon’s foot tapped impatiently under the desk. He cleared his throat loudly, but neither of them noticed.
Finally, he couldn’t take it. “Hey, Redfield,” he called out, his voice a touch sharper than intended. “You here to work or just hit on my partner?”
Chris straightened up, chuckling. “Whoa, easy there, Kennedy. Just catching up.” He shot her a wink. “See you around.”
As Chris wandered off to talk to the boss, she turned to Leon with raised eyebrows. “Your partner? Since when?”
Leon shrugged, trying to play it cool, but his cheeks felt warm. “You know what I mean. We’re a team.”
“Uh-huh.” She smirked, leaning back in her chair. “Jealous much?”
“Me? Jealous? Of that walking protein shake? Please.” But his denial came out a little too quick, and she laughed, which only made him grumble more.
The rest of the shift dragged on with that tension hanging in the air. Leon kept stealing glances, replaying the scene in his head. It was stupid . . Chris was a friend, and she wasn’t even interested in him that way.
But the way she’d lit up… it bugged him. By the time they clocked out and headed to the parking garage, Leon was in full annoyingly jealous mode.
They walked to their cars in silence at first, the cool night air doing nothing to ease the knot in his chest. She broke the quiet. “You were acting weird back there. What’s up with you?”
“Nothing,” he muttered, unlocking his motorcycle. “Just tired.”
“Bullshit.” She stopped, crossing her arms. “You practically growled at Chris. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were staking a claim or something.”
Leon paused, helmet in hand. “Maybe I was.” The words slipped out before he could stop them, and he immediately regretted it. Or did he? Her eyes widened slightly, and for a moment, the air between them crackled.
She stepped closer, her voice softening. “Leon, we’re not… I mean, we haven’t even”
“I know,” he cut in, rubbing the back of his neck. “But seeing you with him… it pissed me off. Stupid, right?”
A small smile tugged at her lips. “No not stupid, *she paused* Okay A little. But kinda cute, in an annoying way.”
He huffed a laugh, the jealousy easing into something warmer. “Cute? I’ll take it.”
They stood there for a beat too long, the garage lights casting shadows that made her look even more striking. Leon’s heart pounded as he reached out,
his hand brushing her arm. “Come on, let’s get out of here. My place is closer — we can grab food or something.”
She hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah. Okay.”
The drive to his apartment was quiet, charged with unspoken words. Once inside, Leon flicked on the lights, his small, sparsely decorated place feeling smaller with her in it. He grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge, handing her one as they settled on the couch.
The conversation started light recapping the mission, joking about Chris’s boulder-punching days but the undercurrent was there, pulling them closer.
As the night wore on, the beers loosened their tongues. She teased him about his jealousy again, and this time, he didn’t deny it. “Fine, yeah. It bugs me. You’re… you’re important to me. More than just a partner..”
Her expression softened, and she set her bottle down, shifting closer. “Leoonn…”
He leaned in, his hand finding hers, fingers intertwining. The kiss started tentative, like they were testing the waters they’d been skirting for months. But it deepened quickly, all that pent-up tension pouring out. His free hand cupped her face, thumb tracing her jaw as she melted into him.
They broke apart, breathing heavy, and she whispered, “About time huh? . . “
Leon chuckled, pulling her onto his lap. “Yeah. Sorry for being an idiot.”
Her hands slid up his chest, feeling the solid muscle under his shirt. “You’re forgiven. Mostly.”
What followed was a slow unraveling, neither rushing but not holding back either. Leon’s hands roamed, starting innocent trailing down her back, pulling her closer.
But as she arched into him, he grew bolder, his palms sliding under her shirt to grip her waist, squeezing the soft skin there with a possessiveness that made her gasp.
He kissed her neck, nipping lightly, his fingers digging in just enough to claim, to say mine without words.
She tugged at his shirt, and he obliged, shrugging it off. Her hands explored him in return, tracing the scars from old battles, making him shiver. He lifted her shirt slowly, savoring the reveal, his mouth following his hands kissing her collarbone, then lower.
When he reached her breasts practically drooling over them, he cupped them firmly, squeezing with deliberate pressure, thumbs circling until she moaned, her head falling back.
mgh.. hg..Leon..,” she breathed, her fingers tangling in his hair.
He reached down with deliberate slowness, fingers working the worn leather of his belt. The metallic clink of the buckle undoing cut through their heavy breathing, sharp and promising. He tugged the belt free in one smooth pull, letting it drop to the floor with a soft thud. Then came the button, the zipper dragged down tooth by tooth until the sound alone made her thighs twitch.
His jeans parted, and he shoved them down just enough to free himself fully. His cock sprang out, thick and flushed dark, veins standing out along the shaft, the head slick with her arousal and his own precum. It bobbed heavily against his stomach, leaving a wet streak on his skin.
Leon wrapped his hand around the base, fingers barely meeting around his girth. He gave one slow, firm stroke upward, twisting his wrist just under the ridge of the head, forcing a bead of fresh precum to well up and spill over his knuckles. His breath hissed out through clenched teeth as he watched her watched the way her eyes locked on his hand, the way her hips shifted restlessly.
He stroked again, longer this time, dragging his fist from root to tip with a wet sound, spreading the slickness along his length. His thumb swiped over the sensitive underside of the head on every upstroke, making his abs flex and his cock jerk in his grip. The muscles in his forearm corded with each pump, slow and controlled, like he was putting on a show just for her letting her see exactly how hard you made him, how much he still wanted her.
“h..hh..See.. what you do to me?” he rasped, voice low and rough. His free hand slid up her inner thigh, fingers spreading her open wider so he could watch the way her pussy clenched around nothing, a fresh trickle of wetness seeping out at the sight of him stroking himself. He groaned at that, pace picking up firmer, faster strokes now, his hips rocking forward into his own fist like he couldn’t help it.
His balls drew up tight, heavy and aching, slapping lightly against his wrist as he worked himself closer
She reached for him, but he caught her wrist gently, guiding her hand to join his letting her feel the heat, the steel-hard throb under velvet skin. Together they stroked him, her smaller fingers wrapping where his couldn’t, both of them slick with her. His head fell back for a moment, a guttural sound rumbling from his chest before his gaze snapped back to her, possessive and raw.
“Not done with you yet,” he promised darkly, guiding the swollen head of his cock back to her entrance, rubbing it through her folds, coating himself again in her wetness. “Gonna fill you up.”
Leon’s grip tightened around the base of his cock as he dragged the swollen head through her folds again, slow and deliberate, coating himself in the slick mess. Her pussy lips parted easily for him, flushed deep pink and glistening, Every pass of his tip over her clit drew a shaky whimper from her throat, her hips lifting greedily to chase the pressure.
He notched himself at her entrance, eyes locked on where they would join. The head pressed forward just enough to stretch her open around his girth, the tight ring of muscle yielding with a wet, greedy sound as it swallowed the first inch.
She gasped, thighs trembling, and he paused there, savoring the way her body clenched instinctively, trying to pull him deeper.
“Fuck, you’re still so tight,” he muttered, voice ragged. His free hand slid under her thigh, hitching her leg higher over his hip to open her wider. Then he pushed slow, relentless watching inch by thick inch disappear inside her.
The slick heat enveloped him like velvet fire, her walls rippling along his length as they adjusted to the invasion. He could feel every pulse, every flutter, the way her body stretched to take him until his hips finally met hers and he was buried to the root.
low groan tore from his chest at the sensation her pussy gripping him in a hot, wet vise, the base of his cock grinding against her swollen clit. He held still for a moment, letting her feel how completely he filled her, the subtle throb of his shaft inside her matching the frantic beat of her heart.
Her nails dug into his shoulders, urging him on. Leon drew back slowly, dragging his length through her clinging walls until only the head remained, her entrance fluttering around it like it didn’t want to let go. A thick strand of her arousal stretched between them before breaking. Then he thrust forward again harder this time, deeper bottoming out with a sharp slap of skin on skin that made her cry out.
He set a punishing rhythm after that, hips snapping forward in long, powerful strokes that drove the air from her lungs. Each thrust forced a fresh gush of wetness around his cock, the obscene squelch of it filling the room along with the rhythmic slap of his balls against her ass. His hand returned to her lower belly, pressing down so he could feel himself moving inside her the hard ridge of his cock bulging beneath her skin with every deep plunge.
She arched beneath him, breasts bouncing with the force of his thrusts, nipples tight and begging.. Leon leaned down, capturing one in his mouth and sucking hard while his hips kept driving into her without mercy. The dual assault had her clenching around him again, inner walls spasming in warning.
He growled against her skin, teeth grazing the sensitive peak before releasing it with a wet pop. “That’s it ~ take every fucking inch,” he rasped, angling his hips to hit that spot inside her that made her sob. His pace turned brutal, relentless, chasing the tight coil of pleasure building at the base of his spine.
Her orgasm hit suddenly, violently her pussy clamping down in fierce, rhythmic pulses that dragged a guttural moan from him. Fresh heat flooded around his cock, her release soaking his shaft and dripping down to where their bodies slammed together. Leon fucked her through it, hips stuttering only when his own climax barreled down on him.
With a final, deep thrust he buried himself fully and came thick, hot pulses spilling inside her, painting her walls as his cock jerked with each wave. He ground against her, riding it out, ensuring every drop stayed deep where he’d claimed her.
When the tremors finally subsided, he collapsed over her, still sheathed inside, their sweat-slicked bodies pressed together. His lips found hers in a slow, languid kiss, both of them breathing hard.
