Tags: Leon (RE2R) x F!Reader, established relationship, smut, nicknames, mentions of sex positions, tit sucking, fingering, lots of kissing, clingy Leon and more!
Note: Finally a post!! I'm so excited, I hope u enjoy it 💖 It's inspired by this request from a while ago!
Bf!Leon who doesn't say he's going to "fuck you" he says he's going to "make love to you." Although he ends up fucking you like wild.
Bf!Leon who secretly likes it when you put your fingers in his mouth while you ride him until he goes crazy, but he's too shy to ask you or confess it.
Bf!Leon who had a big size kink. He gets incredibly turned on by how easily he can put you in a mating press or how his thick fingers can open you up so easily, feeling your walls contract around them.
Bf!Leon who will definitely fuck you in his uniform in a shy or clumsy attempt at 'roleplay'. But he forgets all his shyness when he has his cock buried deep inside your pussy with his uniform pants barely unbuttoned.
Bf!Leon who fantasizes about having sex with you in the back seat of his police car.
Bf!Leon who is a big fan of quickies. Especially in the morning before going to work, he says they bring him 'good luck' during his shift.
Bf!Leon who is incredibly clingy and passionate. His fingers are always intertwined with yours during intimacy, no matter what position you're in. And his lips always have to leave sweet kisses on your cheek, forehead, or any part of your face he can reach.
Bf!Leon who loves kisses. Your kisses, to be precise. That's why missionary is one of his favorite positions, because he can kiss you, keep his fingers intertwined, and his cock completely inside you.
Bf!Leon who has days when he just wants you to pamper him. He'll fuck you lazily while sucking on your tits or beg you to ride him slowly and take care of him.
Bf!Leon who loves every part of you, but your tits? Oh, man. He loves sucking on them and playing with them all the time, sometimes not even in a sexual way. He simply loves them, no matter their shape or size.
Bf!Leon who is loud, quite loud. His moans are as loud as yours. Loud "Baby, I'm coming—" or "Baby, I love you...I love you so much" echo throughout the apartment.
Bf!Leon who loves to fuck your face. He likes to see you gag around his cock, your eyes blurring, and him cumming deep in your throat. Bonus points if you swallow, but he won't force you if it's not your thing.
i missed our boy!!😫 exam season has really kept me busy, but i looved writing again!! Let me know if u enjoyed it too💘😋
Summary: You find out you're pregnant—the night before Leon leaves for Raccoon City in September 1998.
a/n: Based on this poll. Can be read as a prequel to my Cooperative Parenting series, or on its own.
word count: 2.6k
Dad Leon Masterlist
You and Leon were broke. That was what had gotten you into this whole mess in the first place. Between you, a college drop out turned waitress, and Leon, a wide-eyed police academy recruit, your funds were limited.
Which was why, after you realised the pill gave you migraines and anxiety from hell, you asked planned parenthood to cover the cost for an IUD. They agreed. And put you on a long-ass waitlist.
“Fuck.” You sighed in resignation, staring at the two pink lines glaring back at you.
Not only were you and Leon too broke for this, you were also too young. You had just celebrated his twenty-first birthday last month. How the hell were you going to take care of another human?
You shook the white plastic strip, as if that would magically shake the second line off it. That motherfucker stayed and you wanted to curl up into a ball and disappear off the face of the earth.
This was so stupid too.
What you lacked in funds, Leon and you made up for in pure horniness. If you could stop fucking for five minutes, maybe you wouldn’t be in this mess. So when you ran out of condoms, “we shouldn’t” turned into “just the tip”, which turned into “I’ll pull out”.
It was a calculated risk. You had already gotten your appointment for the IUD insertion, finally having moved up on the waitlist. Nothing would happen in that short amount of time, right? It was fine.
It would have been fine if ‘once’ hadn’t turned into ‘twice’, and ‘twice’ hadn’t turned into—you lost count.
So here you were, white knuckling the sink, eyes squeezed shut, realising that ‘calculated risk’ had turned into ‘baby’.
A real, complete baby that you were going to grow inside your body, getting stared at because you still looked like an infant yourself. You were also going to push it out of you. Probably getting stared at then too, by medical staff. And Leon.
When the baby was there, people would stare at you some more, as you pushed the stroller, breastfed in public and had a meltdown because you wouldn’t be able to stop your baby from crying. Ever.
You wouldn’t sleep. Neither would Leon. You two would fall out of love and never speak to each other again. Except about who would get to do Christmas that year.
You rubbed your eyes. Maybe you were getting ahead of yourself a little bit. You tossed the test into the bin, watching the metal lid bite down and swallow it, never to be seen again.
“So?” Leon asked, watching you come out of the bathroom, fidgeting with the remote control.
You froze. The timing was terrible too.
“Negative,” you lied, clearing your throat, sinking down on the couch next to him, shoving your hands under your thighs to hide that they were shaking.
Leon let out a long breath. “Thank fuck.”
You nodded, pressing your lips together. “Now you can focus on your first day tomorrow.”
“Yeah,” Leon murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m glad we found out though. When you told me you were late, I couldn’t think straight.”
“Me neither,” you muttered, gnawing on your lower lip. “I was really scared.”
Leon leaned in and pressed a kiss to your temple. You clung to him and let him pull you against his chest, as he sprawled out on the couch.
“Are you nervous?” you asked, drawing little patterns on his chest. You were about to have a baby with him. Holy shit.
He grimaced. “Maybe? I don’t know. I haven’t really heard from them since last week.”
“It’ll be fine,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to his Adam’s apple. “You graduated as valedictorian. That means you’re the best.”
Leon looked at you with utter reverence in his eyes. “No, I’m not.”
Your breath hitched in your throat as he gently cupped your cheeks and pulled you into an unrushed kiss.
“My girlfriend is the best,” he whispered against your lips, nudging your nose with his. “And I’m about to leave her for my first real job. I haven’t even left and I already miss you.”
You chuckled.
Your pregnant girlfriend, my guy. But you don’t know that yet. Because if you knew, you’d be a nervous wreck and late as hell on your first day.
“You’re always so dramatic,” you murmured, returning the kiss. “What do you think will happen? You get there and the world has somehow ended and all the police officers have turned into zombies?”
He snorted, rolling his eyes. “Can you be serious for one second of your life?”
“I was a theatre major,” you said, looking at him deadpan. “I am literally unable to. Unless you want me to act, then I could play someone who is a serious person.”
Or, you know, somebody who’s not pregnant.
“No, I like you for you,” he whispered, casually squeezing the soft flesh on your hips. That same flesh that would probably get a lot softer once you were progressing in your pregnancy.
You smiled, but it didn’t reach your eyes. This wasn’t even lying by omission. This was full on lying. About a pretty important thing.
But you would tell him when he came back next weekend. You just didn’t want to sabotage his start with the RPD. He had been so excited to be assigned with them specifically. You didn’t want to ruin it for him.
“Maybe my nervousness was more about you being late than about tomorrow,” he mused. “My thoughts were racing all day. I mean, can you imagine having a baby right now?”
You swallowed, your heart stumbling into a sprint. “Why? What would it be like?” you choked out.
“An absolute nightmare?” Leon wrinkled his forehead. “We’re way too young, you just dropped out of college, I’m starting my first job. There’s really no worse time to have a baby.”
You felt sick to your stomach. Because you agreed. “But would you want a baby? With me, I mean?” you whispered, voice shaky.
“I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it like that.” He paused. “It’s just not something I’m considering right now.
You nodded, feeling like your insides had been turned inside out. “But if you had to? Would you be happy it was with me?” You were—obviously—off the pill. Your anxiety technically shouldn’t be spiking like that.
Leon smiled at you softly. “I mean, you’re not pregnant, right? We don’t have to think about that right now.”
“Yeah,” you breathed, letting him press a kiss to your forehead, as you stared at the TV screen but not really seeing what was going on.
Leon didn’t want a baby. Of course, why would he? He was twenty-one. Nobody your age seriously wanted a baby. Not that you had heard of anyway. Everybody prayed for the second line not to appear whenever they got into that situation. Funnily enough, the second line never appeared. For anyone. Except you.
A calculated risk, just like lying about it.
When Leon found out you had betrayed him like that, he would no doubt call it quits. Here you were, about to nail him down with a pregnancy you had kept from him. Manipulate him into staying with you. Oh, you dug yourself a hole beyond holes.
“Are you listening to me?”
“Huh?” You whipped your head around. Leon was staring at you. He knew. He felt it somehow. It was the baby daddy instinct.
“I said I’ll call you when I get there and that I have an apartment lined up to look at on Tuesday.”
“Apartment? We have an apartment,” you whispered.
“Yeah, but we’re going to have to move, right?”
You nodded. Because of the baby. The tiny one-bedroom you were currently living in was barely big enough for you and Leon. There was no way you could have a baby in here. Where would all the stuff go? The crib, the changing table, the stroller?
How would you even afford those things? You made $2.13 per hour before tips. Leon made more than that. He was now in full-time employment as a police officer on probation. But he would leave you right? After catching you in your lie? You might as well apply for food stamps right now. Single motherhood was inevitable.
“Are you tired?” he asked, puzzled. “You’re not processing anything I’m saying.”
You blinked. “The shift at the diner was crazy.”
And I’m pregnant. With your baby. That you don’t want. And I think I might be going insane.
Leon lifted you up and you squealed, holding on to his shoulders for dear life. “Leon!”
“I think it’s time to take my girlfriend to bed, what do you think?”
“Why do you call me your girlfriend all the time?” you giggled. “There’s nobody here. You can say my name.”
He looked at you amused. “But that’s your title, right? My girlfriend? Love of my life? My future wife?”
You covered your face with your hand, sneaking a glance through your fingers, but you were all giddy. “You’re so cheesy.” You stopped yourself, your face sinking. He would reconsider that once he knew about your little secret. The love of his life wouldn’t lie to him like that.
“You love it though,” he said without missing a beat, carrying you to bed, where this mess had begun in the first place.
Later that night, Leon was nuzzling the back of your neck, arms wrapped around you, one hand casually resting on your lower abdomen.
You sighed into the embrace, closing your eyes, indulging for a little bit.
If only he knew.
You would tell him straight when he came home. Maybe he would understand that you hadn’t wanted to tell him right before his first day with the RPD. Maybe, just maybe this would all be fine and you wouldn't end up as an overwhelmed single mom living below the poverty line.
“Are you sure the test was negative?” Leon whispered and your blood ran cold. “You seem…off.”
“It’s because you’re leaving,” you replied, too quickly, eyes wide open.
“Mh,” Leon sighed, arms closing around your waist a little tighter. “I’ll be back Friday.”
“I know,” you whispered. His lips ghosted over your skin and he sank deeper into the pillows, drifting off.
You couldn’t. No matter how hard you tried.
Your thoughts were racing and you kept tossing and turning beside your boyfriend.
What had you done?
Why hadn’t you just used a condom? It really wasn’t that hard. It was pretty easy actually, just not having unprotected sex when you didn’t want to be pregnant. But you did that. And now you were. Pregnant. Preggers. Up the duff.
About to be a mom. Giving birth. Raising someone. Be responsible for them. What would pregnancy be like? You felt nauseous. Was that morning sickness already?
Holy shit, the medical bills. What if you got gestational diabetes? That was a thing, right? What if something was wrong with you?
What if something was wrong with the baby?
You were in utter panic, your heart was racing so much you thought it might stop out of exhaustion at any moment.
Oh god, what if you found out you had an underlying heart condition and neither you or your baby would make it? What if you died giving birth and someone dropped the baby off at Leon's doorstep because he had already left you by then? And he only found out then and there that you never told him before his first day with the RPD?
“Leon,” you whispered, having no idea how long you had been imprisoned by your own thoughts.
Leon was fast asleep, face pressed into the pillows, arms sprawled out up and to the sides. What if your baby slept like that? Wasn’t that dangerous for them?
But babies needed tummy time, right? Occasionally?
You had absolutely no idea what you were doing. You were utterly unqualified for this new job.
“Leon,” you hissed, poking him and he stirred, groaning.
“What?” he murmured, voice thick with sleep.
“Leon, I lied to you,” you whispered, chin quivering. You had to come clean right now. He couldn't find out only when he opened the door and saw the wicker basket sitting there, a newborn baby inside.
He cracked one eye open, lifting his head to glance at the alarm clock on the nightstand, the digital numbers on it flashing green in the dark. “It’s three in the morning.”
You nodded. “I know,” you whined, cuddling up to his side. He instinctively closed his arms around you and tucked your head under his chin.
“Is this the worm thing again?” he murmured, still half asleep. “Yes, I would still love you. Go back to sleep.”
You shook your head. “No, it’s not the worm thing. It’s way worse.”
“It’s so bad that it can’t wait until tomorrow?” he asked, a slight chuckle making his chest vibrate.
“Kinda,” you whimpered, scrambling for words. “Would you still love me if I was pregnant but kept it from you because I didn’t want to sabotage your first day tomorrow?”
“Yes, I would still love you if you were pregnant,” he murmured, eyes closed again.
“Because I am. I’m pregnant. The test was positive.” You stilled, anxiously waiting for his response, your blood rushing in your ears.
“You’re pregnant? That’s great,” he slurred, already drifting off again.
He went rigid, arm flying out to his side, switching on the light on the nightstand. “What?”
You drew in a shaky breath.
He glanced at the alarm clock. “It’s fucking three in the morning,” he whined.
You sat up, looking at him. “I’m pregnant. The test wasn’t negative. I told you it was because I didn’t want to worry you.”
He blinked. “So you chose the middle of the night to tell me instead?”
“I panicked,” you mumbled, kneading your hands in your lap.
Leon stared at you.
“Say something,” you whined.
“You’re pregnant?” His gaze dropped to your stomach. “Like for real? With a baby?”
You nodded.
He ran a hand over his face. “Oh my god. You’re not kidding.”
You shook your head. “I wish I was.”
Leon’s eyes wandered from side to side as he was mulling it over in his head. No doubt already thinking about leaving you for keeping this from him. He buried his face in his hands and blew out a heavy breath. “Oh my god, I’m freaking out.”
“Me too,” you whispered, on the verge of tears, watching him.
“I..I don’t– I–” he stammered, voice breaking. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna need to make so much money, I–”
You shook your head and reached for him but he shrugged your hands off.
You winced at the rejection.
“I mean, are we keeping it?” he asked, turning his head to you, eyes wide with panic.
You stared back with just as much fear written on your face. “I don’t know. Do you want to keep it?”
“I don’t know. Do you?” He grabbed your hands, covering them with his. “How do you feel about it?”
“I don’t want to do this without you,” you whispered, your voice breaking into a sob.
Leon pulled you against his chest, a hand coming to rest on the back of your head. You held on to his neck, burying your face in his shoulder, hot tears falling from your eyes.
“You won’t,” he said. “I’d still love you if you were a worm, right?”
“But I’m not a worm, Leon. I’m pregnant,” you whimpered, another sob racking through you.
Leon sighed. “Listen, you lied to me all day about the test being negative and now you tell me in the middle of the night before my first day at my first job. And I still love you.”
You sobbed harder. “I had a plan. And that’s not a very nice thing to say.”
brothers best friend! Leon Kennedy x fem!reader
Summary: You hate his guts, but you love when he rearranges yours.
18+ minors and ageless blogs dni!
Warnings: smut, oral (fem! receiving), unprotected piv sex (pls be safe guys), fluffy ending, bickering (wouldn't call that angst), unresolved feelings, swearing (i think?), kinda enemies to lovers vibe
Is hating your brother’s best friend’s guts a canon event? Probably. However, Leon Kennedy was one of a kind. His cockiness, bad jokes, and stupidly handsome face drove you over the edge. He loved to tease you whenever he could about everything, really - how short you are, how you can’t find a decent guy, or what you were wearing. The constant bickering and banter between you two was so annoying that your brother would only meet him somewhere far from your apartment. There was just one thing your brother didn’t know: the only thing that stopped the fighting between the two most important people in his life, was them fucking.
The first time it happened, you had just turned 18 and were at a pool party. You fought with Leon over a drink choice so badly that your friends insisted you two take it somewhere else. You remember him screaming at you, and you leaning in to kiss him. That was the first time he ate you out in the garage.
After that, it became almost a tradition – every fight ended up with him in your bed, shower, or even the pantry. It was an unwritten rule between you two: it’s just sex and your brother can never know.
It was Friday, and your brother had planned a ‘boys' trip’ to the mountains. He had already left, leaving you home alone, free to play loud music and video games for the entire weekend. Unfortunately, your bliss was interrupted by a quick text message.
“Forgot the keys to the cabin, Leon will jump in to pick them up. Be nice, don’t kill him.”
Your heart beat faster as you texted your brother back: “No promises.”
You don’t even remember how you ended up in this… position this time. Sprawled over your bed, his lips teasing you through your panties.
“You’re so gorgeous,” he whispers.
“And you’re so annoying,” you almost moan, tugging at his hair as he nibbles at the cotton underwear.
“Oh, so you want me to stop?” he asks, nuzzling your clothed sex one more time.
“Don’t even try,” you say, pushing him closer as he chuckles with satisfaction.
He doesn’t even bother to take off your underwear; he just pushes the material to the side to devour you with his tongue. Oh, and he was skilled. The pace, the motion, the pressure – everything was so deliciously perfect that it sent you over the edge in record time. Moaning his name like a mantra, you almost made him bald from how hard you tugged at his hair. He smirks at you again as he emerges from between your legs, his ego almost bursting from the satisfaction of making you such a panting mess.
“As sweet as ever,” he says, wiping his mouth and crawling up to kiss you.
You could feel yourself on his tongue as it slipped between your lips, his hands cupping your face as he ground against you.
“Leon, I need you now,” you whimper, and he doesn't hesitate.
His clothes leave his body in an instant, and he lines up his cock with your entrance. He observes your face as he slips into you, agonizingly slowly. He loved the sight of your furrowed brows and the way you bit your lip when you thought he was taking it too slow.
“Eyes on me, baby,” he scolds as you close your eyes in pleasure. You oblige, though, and he smiles again as you gasp at the feel of him stretching you out. “That’s m’girl, taking me so well,” he mutters as he slips in and out of you.
“I need more, Leon,” you mewl, and he thrusts into you harder, toying with your clit.
“You’d be such a catch if you weren’t so annoying,” he says between thrusts.
“And you would be such a catch if you shut up sometimes,” you say as you pull him down and change positions so that you’re on top. Before he can say anything, you shut him up with a kiss, riding him. “It's a good thing you have an amazing dick; otherwise, you’d be useless,” you mumble into his lips.
“Oh, I love it when you talk dirty to me,” he smiles, grabbing your hips to help you sink onto him.
You can feel another orgasm building up as he thrusts upward, your core full of his length. Your tits bounce up and down, and he reaches out with one hand to squeeze your nipple. You moan at the sensation, earning a satisfied sound from him. He could feel your pussy clenching around his shaft, making him grunt. Your nails scratch his stomach as he quickens the pace, fucking you even harder.
“Leon, I’m not gonna last long,” you pant.
“I’m close too, sweetheart, if you keep squee-oh, fuck,” he groans as he spills into you, his dick twitching, hands gripping your waist as he rides out his pleasure. He pushes through the feeling of overstimulation, continuing to grind against you, his thumb toying with your clit. “Come for me, sweetheart,” he says, a different kind of softness in his voice. You brush against his thumb one last, sweet time before collapsing on him with his name on your lips.
He brushes your hair off his face as you fall onto him. He gently strokes your back as you lie like that for a few minutes.
“I hate you so much,” you mutter quietly, without any real bite to it.
He just chuckles and kisses your temple with a soft, “I know.”
He picks you up so you both don't make a mess and carries you to the bathroom to take a shower. He notices how your legs still tremble, which makes him smile to himself.
“Need a hand, sweets?” he asks, his brow raised.
“It’s all your fault,” you say, placing your hand on the shower wall to steady yourself.
“Oh, I know that.” His smirk makes your blood boil, but your heart also skips a beat. You mutter something incoherently as he steps into the shower, wincing under the hot water. “Are you showering in a volcano?” he asks.
“I’m just a beast from hell,” you retort as he washes you up.
“More like a fallen angel,” he says, making you blush as he shampoos your hair.
It wasn’t the first time that this “enemies-with-benefits” act had turned into something more… domestic. You hum as he massages your scalp.
“How is it going with that girl from work?” you ask, trying to sound as casual as you can.
“Oh, it’s not going at all,” he says, looking at you as you rinse your hair, steadying you with his hand. “We were on one date, and that’s all.” He shrugs, but you can feel there’s something else.
“I feel like you’re not telling me the whole story.” You tilt your head to the side.
“It’s, um…” he scratches the back of his neck. “She said she could feel I was thinking about something else the entire night.”
“And?” You turn off the shower, and he hands you a towel.
“I kinda was.”
“And what could you have been thinking about that stopped there being another date?” you ask, drying your damp hair.
“You.”
The confession leaves you baffled.
“Wait, what?” you ask, suddenly feeling too naked for this conversation.
“Listen, sweetheart, we both know that we don’t really hate each other anymore. We drive ourselves crazy, but not with hate anymore.” He tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Don’t you think we should try making this, I don’t know, a relationship?”
“I don’t think my brother would be happy with that,” you say before you can think, earning a laugh from him.
“I think he’d prefer me falling in love with you over us hating each other’s guts.”
You look at him for a moment longer, really taking in his naked form as he asks you to become his girlfriend. You knew emotions weren’t his strong suit, and God, you’ve felt something other than hatred for him for a long, long time now.
“Okay, Leon, let’s try,” you nod. He leans down to kiss you – this time slower, more filled with emotion than lust. “That doesn’t change the fact that I still find you infuriatingly annoying,” you whisper.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he grins.
A/N: as always: English is not my first language, so excuse me for any mistakes here, I hope you enjoy! Feel free to reblog and all comments are appreciated :)
update: there's a part 2 now, called "Lockscreen confessions", go check it out if you liked this one ;)
brothers best friend! Leon Kennedy x fem!reader
Summary: You hate his guts, but you love when he rearranges yours.
18+ minors and ageless blogs dni!
Warnings: smut, oral (fem! receiving), unprotected piv sex (pls be safe guys), fluffy ending, bickering (wouldn't call that angst), unresolved feelings, swearing (i think?), kinda enemies to lovers vibe
Is hating your brother’s best friend’s guts a canon event? Probably. However, Leon Kennedy was one of a kind. His cockiness, bad jokes, and stupidly handsome face drove you over the edge. He loved to tease you whenever he could about everything, really - how short you are, how you can’t find a decent guy, or what you were wearing. The constant bickering and banter between you two was so annoying that your brother would only meet him somewhere far from your apartment. There was just one thing your brother didn’t know: the only thing that stopped the fighting between the two most important people in his life, was them fucking.
The first time it happened, you had just turned 18 and were at a pool party. You fought with Leon over a drink choice so badly that your friends insisted you two take it somewhere else. You remember him screaming at you, and you leaning in to kiss him. That was the first time he ate you out in the garage.
After that, it became almost a tradition – every fight ended up with him in your bed, shower, or even the pantry. It was an unwritten rule between you two: it’s just sex and your brother can never know.
It was Friday, and your brother had planned a ‘boys' trip’ to the mountains. He had already left, leaving you home alone, free to play loud music and video games for the entire weekend. Unfortunately, your bliss was interrupted by a quick text message.
“Forgot the keys to the cabin, Leon will jump in to pick them up. Be nice, don’t kill him.”
Your heart beat faster as you texted your brother back: “No promises.”
You don’t even remember how you ended up in this… position this time. Sprawled over your bed, his lips teasing you through your panties.
“You’re so gorgeous,” he whispers.
“And you’re so annoying,” you almost moan, tugging at his hair as he nibbles at the cotton underwear.
“Oh, so you want me to stop?” he asks, nuzzling your clothed sex one more time.
“Don’t even try,” you say, pushing him closer as he chuckles with satisfaction.
He doesn’t even bother to take off your underwear; he just pushes the material to the side to devour you with his tongue. Oh, and he was skilled. The pace, the motion, the pressure – everything was so deliciously perfect that it sent you over the edge in record time. Moaning his name like a mantra, you almost made him bald from how hard you tugged at his hair. He smirks at you again as he emerges from between your legs, his ego almost bursting from the satisfaction of making you such a panting mess.
“As sweet as ever,” he says, wiping his mouth and crawling up to kiss you.
You could feel yourself on his tongue as it slipped between your lips, his hands cupping your face as he ground against you.
“Leon, I need you now,” you whimper, and he doesn't hesitate.
His clothes leave his body in an instant, and he lines up his cock with your entrance. He observes your face as he slips into you, agonizingly slowly. He loved the sight of your furrowed brows and the way you bit your lip when you thought he was taking it too slow.
“Eyes on me, baby,” he scolds as you close your eyes in pleasure. You oblige, though, and he smiles again as you gasp at the feel of him stretching you out. “That’s m’girl, taking me so well,” he mutters as he slips in and out of you.
“I need more, Leon,” you mewl, and he thrusts into you harder, toying with your clit.
“You’d be such a catch if you weren’t so annoying,” he says between thrusts.
“And you would be such a catch if you shut up sometimes,” you say as you pull him down and change positions so that you’re on top. Before he can say anything, you shut him up with a kiss, riding him. “It's a good thing you have an amazing dick; otherwise, you’d be useless,” you mumble into his lips.
“Oh, I love it when you talk dirty to me,” he smiles, grabbing your hips to help you sink onto him.
You can feel another orgasm building up as he thrusts upward, your core full of his length. Your tits bounce up and down, and he reaches out with one hand to squeeze your nipple. You moan at the sensation, earning a satisfied sound from him. He could feel your pussy clenching around his shaft, making him grunt. Your nails scratch his stomach as he quickens the pace, fucking you even harder.
“Leon, I’m not gonna last long,” you pant.
“I’m close too, sweetheart, if you keep squee-oh, fuck,” he groans as he spills into you, his dick twitching, hands gripping your waist as he rides out his pleasure. He pushes through the feeling of overstimulation, continuing to grind against you, his thumb toying with your clit. “Come for me, sweetheart,” he says, a different kind of softness in his voice. You brush against his thumb one last, sweet time before collapsing on him with his name on your lips.
He brushes your hair off his face as you fall onto him. He gently strokes your back as you lie like that for a few minutes.
“I hate you so much,” you mutter quietly, without any real bite to it.
He just chuckles and kisses your temple with a soft, “I know.”
He picks you up so you both don't make a mess and carries you to the bathroom to take a shower. He notices how your legs still tremble, which makes him smile to himself.
“Need a hand, sweets?” he asks, his brow raised.
“It’s all your fault,” you say, placing your hand on the shower wall to steady yourself.
“Oh, I know that.” His smirk makes your blood boil, but your heart also skips a beat. You mutter something incoherently as he steps into the shower, wincing under the hot water. “Are you showering in a volcano?” he asks.
“I’m just a beast from hell,” you retort as he washes you up.
“More like a fallen angel,” he says, making you blush as he shampoos your hair.
It wasn’t the first time that this “enemies-with-benefits” act had turned into something more… domestic. You hum as he massages your scalp.
“How is it going with that girl from work?” you ask, trying to sound as casual as you can.
“Oh, it’s not going at all,” he says, looking at you as you rinse your hair, steadying you with his hand. “We were on one date, and that’s all.” He shrugs, but you can feel there’s something else.
“I feel like you’re not telling me the whole story.” You tilt your head to the side.
“It’s, um…” he scratches the back of his neck. “She said she could feel I was thinking about something else the entire night.”
“And?” You turn off the shower, and he hands you a towel.
“I kinda was.”
“And what could you have been thinking about that stopped there being another date?” you ask, drying your damp hair.
“You.”
The confession leaves you baffled.
“Wait, what?” you ask, suddenly feeling too naked for this conversation.
“Listen, sweetheart, we both know that we don’t really hate each other anymore. We drive ourselves crazy, but not with hate anymore.” He tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Don’t you think we should try making this, I don’t know, a relationship?”
“I don’t think my brother would be happy with that,” you say before you can think, earning a laugh from him.
“I think he’d prefer me falling in love with you over us hating each other’s guts.”
You look at him for a moment longer, really taking in his naked form as he asks you to become his girlfriend. You knew emotions weren’t his strong suit, and God, you’ve felt something other than hatred for him for a long, long time now.
“Okay, Leon, let’s try,” you nod. He leans down to kiss you – this time slower, more filled with emotion than lust. “That doesn’t change the fact that I still find you infuriatingly annoying,” you whisper.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he grins.
A/N: as always: English is not my first language, so excuse me for any mistakes here, I hope you enjoy! Feel free to reblog and all comments are appreciated :)
update: there's a part 2 now, called "Lockscreen confessions", go check it out if you liked this one ;)
brothers best friend! Leon Kennedy x fem!reader
Summary: You hate his guts, but you love when he rearranges yours.
18+ minors and ageless blogs dni!
Warnings: smut, oral (fem! receiving), unprotected piv sex (pls be safe guys), fluffy ending, bickering (wouldn't call that angst), unresolved feelings, swearing (i think?), kinda enemies to lovers vibe
Is hating your brother’s best friend’s guts a canon event? Probably. However, Leon Kennedy was one of a kind. His cockiness, bad jokes, and stupidly handsome face drove you over the edge. He loved to tease you whenever he could about everything, really - how short you are, how you can’t find a decent guy, or what you were wearing. The constant bickering and banter between you two was so annoying that your brother would only meet him somewhere far from your apartment. There was just one thing your brother didn’t know: the only thing that stopped the fighting between the two most important people in his life, was them fucking.
The first time it happened, you had just turned 18 and were at a pool party. You fought with Leon over a drink choice so badly that your friends insisted you two take it somewhere else. You remember him screaming at you, and you leaning in to kiss him. That was the first time he ate you out in the garage.
After that, it became almost a tradition – every fight ended up with him in your bed, shower, or even the pantry. It was an unwritten rule between you two: it’s just sex and your brother can never know.
It was Friday, and your brother had planned a ‘boys' trip’ to the mountains. He had already left, leaving you home alone, free to play loud music and video games for the entire weekend. Unfortunately, your bliss was interrupted by a quick text message.
“Forgot the keys to the cabin, Leon will jump in to pick them up. Be nice, don’t kill him.”
Your heart beat faster as you texted your brother back: “No promises.”
You don’t even remember how you ended up in this… position this time. Sprawled over your bed, his lips teasing you through your panties.
“You’re so gorgeous,” he whispers.
“And you’re so annoying,” you almost moan, tugging at his hair as he nibbles at the cotton underwear.
“Oh, so you want me to stop?” he asks, nuzzling your clothed sex one more time.
“Don’t even try,” you say, pushing him closer as he chuckles with satisfaction.
He doesn’t even bother to take off your underwear; he just pushes the material to the side to devour you with his tongue. Oh, and he was skilled. The pace, the motion, the pressure – everything was so deliciously perfect that it sent you over the edge in record time. Moaning his name like a mantra, you almost made him bald from how hard you tugged at his hair. He smirks at you again as he emerges from between your legs, his ego almost bursting from the satisfaction of making you such a panting mess.
“As sweet as ever,” he says, wiping his mouth and crawling up to kiss you.
You could feel yourself on his tongue as it slipped between your lips, his hands cupping your face as he ground against you.
“Leon, I need you now,” you whimper, and he doesn't hesitate.
His clothes leave his body in an instant, and he lines up his cock with your entrance. He observes your face as he slips into you, agonizingly slowly. He loved the sight of your furrowed brows and the way you bit your lip when you thought he was taking it too slow.
“Eyes on me, baby,” he scolds as you close your eyes in pleasure. You oblige, though, and he smiles again as you gasp at the feel of him stretching you out. “That’s m’girl, taking me so well,” he mutters as he slips in and out of you.
“I need more, Leon,” you mewl, and he thrusts into you harder, toying with your clit.
“You’d be such a catch if you weren’t so annoying,” he says between thrusts.
“And you would be such a catch if you shut up sometimes,” you say as you pull him down and change positions so that you’re on top. Before he can say anything, you shut him up with a kiss, riding him. “It's a good thing you have an amazing dick; otherwise, you’d be useless,” you mumble into his lips.
“Oh, I love it when you talk dirty to me,” he smiles, grabbing your hips to help you sink onto him.
You can feel another orgasm building up as he thrusts upward, your core full of his length. Your tits bounce up and down, and he reaches out with one hand to squeeze your nipple. You moan at the sensation, earning a satisfied sound from him. He could feel your pussy clenching around his shaft, making him grunt. Your nails scratch his stomach as he quickens the pace, fucking you even harder.
“Leon, I’m not gonna last long,” you pant.
“I’m close too, sweetheart, if you keep squee-oh, fuck,” he groans as he spills into you, his dick twitching, hands gripping your waist as he rides out his pleasure. He pushes through the feeling of overstimulation, continuing to grind against you, his thumb toying with your clit. “Come for me, sweetheart,” he says, a different kind of softness in his voice. You brush against his thumb one last, sweet time before collapsing on him with his name on your lips.
He brushes your hair off his face as you fall onto him. He gently strokes your back as you lie like that for a few minutes.
“I hate you so much,” you mutter quietly, without any real bite to it.
He just chuckles and kisses your temple with a soft, “I know.”
He picks you up so you both don't make a mess and carries you to the bathroom to take a shower. He notices how your legs still tremble, which makes him smile to himself.
“Need a hand, sweets?” he asks, his brow raised.
“It’s all your fault,” you say, placing your hand on the shower wall to steady yourself.
“Oh, I know that.” His smirk makes your blood boil, but your heart also skips a beat. You mutter something incoherently as he steps into the shower, wincing under the hot water. “Are you showering in a volcano?” he asks.
“I’m just a beast from hell,” you retort as he washes you up.
“More like a fallen angel,” he says, making you blush as he shampoos your hair.
It wasn’t the first time that this “enemies-with-benefits” act had turned into something more… domestic. You hum as he massages your scalp.
“How is it going with that girl from work?” you ask, trying to sound as casual as you can.
“Oh, it’s not going at all,” he says, looking at you as you rinse your hair, steadying you with his hand. “We were on one date, and that’s all.” He shrugs, but you can feel there’s something else.
“I feel like you’re not telling me the whole story.” You tilt your head to the side.
“It’s, um…” he scratches the back of his neck. “She said she could feel I was thinking about something else the entire night.”
“And?” You turn off the shower, and he hands you a towel.
“I kinda was.”
“And what could you have been thinking about that stopped there being another date?” you ask, drying your damp hair.
“You.”
The confession leaves you baffled.
“Wait, what?” you ask, suddenly feeling too naked for this conversation.
“Listen, sweetheart, we both know that we don’t really hate each other anymore. We drive ourselves crazy, but not with hate anymore.” He tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Don’t you think we should try making this, I don’t know, a relationship?”
“I don’t think my brother would be happy with that,” you say before you can think, earning a laugh from him.
“I think he’d prefer me falling in love with you over us hating each other’s guts.”
You look at him for a moment longer, really taking in his naked form as he asks you to become his girlfriend. You knew emotions weren’t his strong suit, and God, you’ve felt something other than hatred for him for a long, long time now.
“Okay, Leon, let’s try,” you nod. He leans down to kiss you – this time slower, more filled with emotion than lust. “That doesn’t change the fact that I still find you infuriatingly annoying,” you whisper.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he grins.
A/N: as always: English is not my first language, so excuse me for any mistakes here, I hope you enjoy! Feel free to reblog and all comments are appreciated :)
update: there's a part 2 now, called "Lockscreen confessions", go check it out if you liked this one ;)
Request for Leon taking care of drunk reader while she has absolutely no filter 🫠
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"Easy there," Leon said, his voice warm with amusement as he guided you through the front door. His hand was on your lower back, steadying you when you stumbled over the front step. Your vision tilted, spinning In a kaleidoscope of colors as you blindly reached out to Leon's arm to keep upright, except you missed and got a handful of his chest instead.
"Oops," you giggled, not removing your hand. Your fingers squeezing experimentally.
"Honk Honk," you said, giggling to yourself.
Leon’s eye widened and he scoffed in disbelief.
"I think they're bigger than mine," you announced, still groping his pecs like you were testing the ripeness of fruit at the grocery store.
"They are not," he said fighting back laughter. You kept your hands exactly where they were, looking up at him with exaggerated innocence. He raised one eyebrow; his expression amused.
"Can I help you?" he asked leaning into your hands with a crooked smirk on his lips.
"No," you said brightly a smile on your face, giving his chest another appreciative squeeze. "Can I help you, sir? These look heavy."
He couldn’t help the laugh that burst out of him. You laughed with him before you melted into his arms, pressing your face against his neck and inhaling deeply.
"Mmm, you smell so good.” Before you pulled back slightly resting your chin on his chest to look into his eyes. You studied his face with a theatrically confused look on your face. “Y’know, you look Like... like...Like my husband. Who I love. Did you know I have the hottest husband in the whole world?"
"You might've mentioned it," he said, trying to hide his smile as he kicked the door shut behind you. "About fifteen times on the drive home."
"Only fifteen?" You frowned, genuinely concerned. "That's not enough. You're so—" You poked his chest emphatically with each word. "Fucking. Hot. Leon."
He caught your hand before you could poke him again, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. "Let's get you some water, Okay?"
But you had other ideas. Your free hand slid down his torso, and you looked up at him through your lashes. "Or... we could skip the water and get wet in other ways."
"Water first," he said firmly ignoring your lewd suggestion, though his eyes had darkened slightly. He guided you toward the kitchen, keeping one arm around you because you kept veering off course and stumbling over nothing. When you rounded the corner and almost knocked your wedding pictures off the wall, he had enough and bent down, scooping you up to throw you over his shoulder, one hand coming down on your ass with a sharp smack that made you yelp.
"Leon!" you squealed, but you were grinning and laughing as he carried you toward the kitchen. Your hands immediately mischievously slid down his firm back to grab his ass in return, squeezing a handful shamelessly.
"Mrs. Kennedy," Leon said, his voice strained with barely contained laughter. "Please keep your hands to yourself."
"No," you said simply, squeezing again for emphasis. He shook his head before he reached back behind him to gather both of your wrists to hold them captive, he was still grinning as he carried you toward the kitchen. You pouted the whole way there, then immediately perked up when he deposited you onto the counter, standing in-between your legs. "Ooh, I like this." You said wrapping your legs around his waist before he could step away, pulling him close. "No! Stay." you immediately lunged forward, trying to steal a kiss.
"I need to get you water," he said, but he didn't move after that, his hands settling on your thighs.
"Don't care." You cupped his face in both hands, studying him. "Your eyes are so pretty and I love your face." You traced his bottom lip with your thumb. "Everything about you is pretty. How did I get so lucky?"
His expression softened, and he leaned in to kiss your forehead. "I'm the lucky one."
"Don't you know the saying that the wife is always right," you insisted, tightening your legs around him. "You're stuck with me now. Forever. You married me. No takebacks."
"Wouldn't dream of it," he murmured, reaching past you to grab a glass from the cabinet. You took advantage of his proximity to kiss his neck, your hands sliding under his shirt.
Leon caught you by the shoulders, holding you at arm's length. "Water first."
"Kiss first," you counter offered, trying to lean around his hands.
"Water," he repeated not coming down from his initial starting offer, he drove a hard bargain and you couldn't talk him down. You pouted dramatically as he stepped over to the sink, swinging your legs and watching him. Your eyes never left him as he filled the glass, tracking every movement like a cat watching a bird out the window. You made another grab for him wrapping around him like a koala, nipping at his neck as he tried to fill the glass.
"Baby," he said, his voice strained as he filled the glass with water. "You need to drink water."
"I need to drink you," you said, then dissolved into giggles at your own terrible line. "Get it? Because you're a tall glass of—"
"I got it," he said, laughing despite himself. He pressed the glass into your hand. "Drink."
"You're trying to waterboard me," you whined, but you took a sip anyway, never breaking eye contact. The moment you swallowed, you set the glass down and reached for him again. "There. Water. Now kiss."
"More water," he said, fighting back a smile as he pushed the glass back toward you. You took another exaggerated sip, then another, then drained half the glass in one go. "Happy?"
"With you? Always," he said sweetly and you almost melted into a puddle on the counter, he stepped between your legs letting you wrap them around his waist.
You immediately cupped his face, pulling him close. "I love you so much," you breathed, suddenly serious despite the alcohol buzzing through your system. " You're the best thing that ever happened to me, and you're so good to me. Even when I'm being silly."
His expression softened completely, and he leaned his forehead against yours. "You're always a little silly. That's why I love you." he said softly, his hands coming up to cradle your face, his thumbs stroking your cheeks.
"Don't be so sweet to me," you said, your voice wobbling, overwhelmed by the alcohol and emotions. "I'll cry."
"Can't help it," he said, kissing the tip of your nose. You pulled him into a messy and enthusiastic kiss, he could taste the sweetness of the coconut and milk and sour tang of pineapple from the Piña colada’s you'd been drinking. He kissed you back just as thoroughly, one hand tangling in your hair while the other gripped your hip.
When you finally broke apart, both of your chests were heaving, breathing hard. You grinned at him, feeling floaty and warm and so, so in love with the man Infront of you, taking such good care of you even though you were making it your mission to make it as difficult as possible. "Take me to bed?"
"To sleep," he clarified stubbornly, though his voice was a little rough after the kiss.
"Sure," you agreed easily, knowing you'd try to change his mind the second you got there. "Whatever you say, handsome."
He shook his head fondly and scooped you up, carrying you toward the bedroom while you peppered his jaw and neck with kisses, your hands never quite managing to stay to yourself.
The mattress bounced as you flopped onto it, sprawling out like a starfish before you started making sheet angels in the dark navy bed sheets. Leon stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at you with an exasperated but completely smitten look, he couldn’t even try and hide it.
"Don't move," he said sternly pointing to you like you were a unruly dog, before heading to the bathroom.
"Can't promise anything," you called after him, already rolling onto your side and nearly tumbling off the bed. You caught yourself at the last second, giggling. Your dress was rucked up and bunched around your waist, your whole ass out as you rolled over and mashed your face directly into his pillow, letting a drawn-out moan at his scent. Breathing in the notes of the honey and vanilla of the new detergent you just bought, mixed with his own woodsy shampoo that was still lingering on the fabric.
He returned with a makeup wipe, sitting on the edge of the mattress. His hand reached up and gently pulled your dress back into place where it had ridden up, his palm coming to rest on your hip, his thumb tracing along your curves.
"Come on, sit up for me," he said softly, his other hand sliding to your back to help you.
You pushed yourself upright with his help, swaying slightly, and when you saw the makeup wipe in his hand your whole face lit up.
"You remembered!" you said, your words slurring together in your excitement. "You're the best husband ever. I hate waking up with crusty makeup. It's so gross and my face feels all—" You made a disgusted noise, scrunching up your nose.
"I know," Leon said, his expression fond. "That's why I'm doing this."
"You're perfect," you sighed, crawling toward him on your hands and knees, aiming to look seductive and enticing but coming off more like Bambi as you overshoot and bumped into his chest. "Oops." You said laughing as you melted into his chest and he took all of your weight holding you up as he went to clean your face.
"Yeah, oops," he said, his arm coming around your waist to hold you up, while bringing the wipe to your face with the other.
The cool, damp cloth touched your cheek, and you immediately started complaining as he wiped your lips off. "Mmhhhnn!"
"Hold still," Leon said, his voice patient as he cupped the back of your head to keep you in place trying to be even more gentle then before. "You'll thank me in the morning."
"I won't," you insisted, even though you knew he was right, squirming as he wiped away your mascara and eyeshadow. "This is cruel and unusual punishment."
"Mm-hmm." He tilted your chin up, carefully cleaning around your eyes. "So cruel. Taking care of my drunk wife." You tried to protest again but he was already moving to your other eye, his touch gentle despite your fussing. When he finally pulled the wipe away, now thoroughly covered in foundation and mascara. Once he was done you puckered your lips expectantly, eyes still closed.
When nothing happened, you cracked one eye open to find him watching you with barely suppressed amusement. Then his hands came up to squish your cheeks together, making your lips pucker even more before he leaned in and gave you the tiniest quickest peck, releasing you.
"That's it?" you demanded sadly. "That's all I get?"
"That's all you get until you're in bed," he said, standing and moving to the dresser. He pulled out one of his old t-shirts, your favorite one to sleep in. You made grabby hands at it, but when he tried to help you out of your dress, you went completely limp. "Can't move. Too drunk. Guess I have to sleep like this."
"Nice try." He maneuvered your arms out of the sleeves despite your best efforts to be as unhelpful as possible, flopping around like a fish out of water. When he finally got the dress off and tried to put the shirt on you, you suddenly had the energy to twist away.
"Wait, I changed my mind. I want the blue one."
"This is the blue one."
"The other blue one."
"You're wearing this one," Leon said firmly, catching you around the waist and wrestling the shirt over your head. You emerged from the neck hole with your hair sticking up in every direction, and he smoothed it down with a fond shake of his head.
The second you were dressed; you threw yourself backward onto the mattress, like a Victorian lady with a fainting spell. You flung one arm over your eyes; the back of your other hand pressed to your forehead.
"My husband doesn't love me anymore. He's so mean. He forces me to drink water and wear shirts to bed. And he won't ravish me like I know he wants to."
Leon couldn't help but laugh, if there was one thing his wife was when she was drunk, it was honest.
"Sooo tragic," you continued, your voice dripping with drama. "Death from no Snu-Snu."
You peeked out from under your arm to watch as he pulled his own shirt off to get ready for bed, and the entire act you had put on crumbled instantly. Your eyes went wide, tracking the movement of fabric up his torso, over his shoulders. You attempted a whistle, what came out was more of a pathetic swoosh of air with no substance. You tried again, pursing your lips with intense concentration. This time nothing came out at all, you looked like you were trying to blow out candles on an invisible birthday cake, your cheeks puffing out uselessly.
"Are you done?" Leon asked in amusement as he watched your increasingly desperate attempts. You tried one final time, producing what one might call a raspberry, and that was apparently his limit. He grabbed the edge of the blanket and yanked, rolling you up in it like a burrito before you could even protest. You let out a muffled "Hey!" as he climbed in behind you and pulled you flush against his bare chest, wrapping both of you in the cocoon of blankets.
"Just go to sleep, baby." he murmured against your hair, his arm curled around your waist.
You wanted to say how much you loved him or how the joke was on him because this was exactly where you wanted to be, but the words were stuck in your throat as your eyelids grew heavy with sleep. The room was soft and fuzzy around the edges of your vision, and his heartbeat was lulling you to sleep, you were so comfortable, so safe, so...
A soft snore escaped you as you finally closed your eyes, tucked safely in Leon’s arms. Leon pressed a kiss to your shoulder, his own eyes drifting closed, a soft smile still on his lips.
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reader:
Thank you for the request and I hope you enjoyed anon! I wasn’t sure if you wanted something a little spicy but it turned out more sweet! This might be the last little blurb while I’m locked in and finishing my WIP request fic I’ve been working on for a while, I'm finally editing it…and I’m literally so close…Hopefully, I finish it by tomorrow....
Tags: RE2!Leon x Fem!Reader, no apocalypse AU, smut, loss of virginity (Leon), mentions of public sex (blowjobs), masturbation (male), fingering (f), cowgirl position, unprotected sex, creampie, and more!
Note: Hey!! It's me again, and I've finally brought y'all something from our beloved rookie Leon. I missed y'all so much, i hope u like it! >.<
Leon sometimes felt like a bit of a failure. I mean, he wasn't that bad. He'd managed to graduate from the academy, landed a job at the R.P.D. station, and his superiors were so kind to him that he finally felt like he belonged somewhere. Until those conversations came along.
He always felt that pang of jealousy when he heard his colleagues talking about celebrating their anniversaries or how their beautiful girlfriends welcomed them home with open arms after long days at work. And all he got was a secondhand bed in his tiny rented apartment.
The truth was, Leon Virgin Kennedy had never touched a woman. Not even in his teens. He'd never gotten beyond an awkward, tongue-tied kiss at some drive-in theater in his hometown because the girls quickly lost interest when they noticed Leon's shaky hands.
And now there wasn't much time for dates. His behavior was too clumsy for flirting, and he wasn't one of those tough guys who attracted girls easily. He just sucked. He sucked, until he met you. Ah, God had finally answered his prayers because you'd agreed to go out with him after his attempt at flirting in the station's copy room.
"Are you, uh—are you free Friday night?" The words had slipped out with a hint of confidence, despite his hand slipping on a stack of photocopies. You laughed, of course, but agreed. Leon was going to have his first date since arriving in Raccoon City (loser).
The night had passed easily with silly conversation and easy laughter, ending with both of you sitting in his Jeep eating ice cream after a cheesy horror movie. After that, you gave him a good, wet make-out session in the back of his truck. The date ended with a sweet wave from your door, and Leon went home with a painful erection, pink cheeks, and swollen lips.
But you didn't stop there; you were on a mission to ruin him. You'd steal glances at him whenever you crossed paths at work, shamelessly rub your ass against him as you walked past, and he'd fall for it every single time because he had to run to the station bathroom with an erection in his blue uniform pants.
You even gave him a blowjob in the station bathroom. His first blowjob, at his damn workplace. Poor Leon came too fast, one hand tangled in your hair and his free hand to his lips so as not to attract the attention of his coworkers. After that, he walked around with unfocused eyes, as if he'd been high for the rest of the day.
He felt like a horny teenager again, unable to control the thing inside his pants and desperately jacking off after every date, thinking about your lips around him. And finally, the day came when you decided to take pity on this man. After a date at his apartment, few glasses of wine, and a delicious dinner, you decided to pounce on him. He simply thanked heaven that you made the first move, because he could barely maintain eye contact. But there was no time to think when he had you on top of him, moaning softly against his mouth.
You both stumbled into Leon's room and collapsed onto the small bed, which creaked a little too loudly. Your fingers tangled tightly in his hair, arching your back beneath him in anticipation as you felt him settle between your legs. Your clothes quickly became just a pile on his bedroom floor. His sweaty hands didn't know where to begin, so he chose to touch your tits first, feeling his fingers tremble against the tender flesh as he timidly squeezed them.
Then you guided one of his hands to your pussy, letting him feel the wetness blossoming between your open legs. He looked at you in surprise, as if he couldn't believe you were like this for him. After showing him how to touch you properly with his fingers, how you liked it, and what rhythm, you pushed him down so he was lying back. You climbed on top of him, stifling a giggle at the sight of his eyes wide with anticipation and his eager hands exploring your sides.
"You're...woah—perfect." he whispered with devotion, reverently caressing your thighs. He gazed at you as if the stars hung before him, his eyes shining beneath those thick lashes. He swallowed loudly as he watched you take him in your hand and guide him to your entrance, rubbing the tip first between your wet folds. He could feel the tip becoming completely wet with your arousal.
The mere provocation made his eyes close and he let out a low, almost trembling moan as he reflexively lifted his hips. From this angle, you could see his Adam's apple swaying and his arms, large from workouts, tensing as he gripped your hips tighter. He had no idea how incredibly sexy he looked like this.
With a smooth motion, the tip of his cock slid easily inside your hot walls, which swallowed it with equal eagerness. "Oh, hooly shit—" He groaned, his mouth opening at the sensation, his gaze fixed on where his cock was slowly disappearing inside you. His body trembled slightly with pleasure as the thick head of his cock reached its deepness point inside you.
His fingers dug into your hips, unsure whether to pull you closer or further away for the hot sensation of your walls tightening around him, letting him feel how wet you were, practically dripping all around him. His lips moved, but no words came out. He was already fucked just by being inside you.
You started to move, rubbing against him and teasing him before giving him what he really wanted. Although he was already breathing heavily, his cheeks flushed pink and his hair plastered to his sweaty forehead, as if he'd run a marathon. But he was just trying not to come too quickly.
"You feel like fucking heaven, I swear..." he whispered as his pretty face crinkled in a grimace of pure pleasure as he felt you begin to bounce on him. You leaned back, placing your hands on his thighs as you continued to ride him slowly, letting him see how his cock was buried to the last inch inside you and how your breasts swayed.
His thumb moved closer to gently lift the hood of your clit, beginning to make slow, careless circles as you rubbed against him, making you moan and throw your head back in pleasure.
When the friction wasn't enough, you leaned forward to place your hands on his chest and begin to ride him for real. You rode up and down every inch of his member, letting him see how wet you were getting him before he thrust deep inside you again. Having him inside felt so good that, combined with the way your clit was rubbing against his pelvis, you started to feel like you could come in record time.
"Wait, slower—" he whimpered, a real whimper, as his impotent hips lifted to chase your greedy pussy. "I'm gonna come, please…" He whined again, as if he were about to cry. His balls were full and tight, ready to empty at any moment. He was so adorable trying to hold on for a few more seconds, but the wet squelching of your pussy and your sweet moans weren't helping at all.
"it's okay, I want it inside—Give it to me." You murmured, your voice heavy with need and your face hot from bouncing on his cock as if you wanted to squeeze out every last drop of semen he had. All he could do was chase your lips, trying to kiss and hold you as he came completely, his hips contracting to push until every inch was inside, his balls buried deep. The sensation of his cock throbbing and shuddering inside you triggered your own orgasm, making you come around him with a small, muffled sob.
His moans were muffled in your mouth as he tried to hold you still, feeling you tremble from the aftershocks of your orgasm and catch your breath after filling you completely, feeling his hot load begin to overflow even with him still inside.
"I think I died and this is heaven." he whispered breathlessly, drenched in sweat, holding you tightly in his arms and inhaling your tousled hair, as if he needed you like he needed air. And maybe he did, because this man was already addicted and he wasn't going to let you go soon.
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head canons for leon x oblivious civilian reader where he has competition with someone else trying to court you too? (infinite darkness or re9?) Like they think they’re both trying to be nice?
Vying For Your Attention
Warnings/Tags: Mentions of jealousy, fem! reader, Leon doesn't know how to communicate feelings
Note: I see ID Leon being way more jealous than RE9 Leon. Also the ending turned into more of a drabble cause I love to yap.
-Infinite Darkness Leon is not as upfront with his feelings as RE9 Leon would be. There is still part of him that’s scared of being rejected, cause deep down he knows the smart thing for you to do would be to date the other guy. You deserve someone stable and reliable, who has a normal job that doesn’t cause him to disappear for weeks on end.
-Leon wouldn’t mean to be jealous; he’d honestly try not to be. After all, he’s not some hormonal angsty teenager anymore. He should be mature enough to keep those ugly feelings buried where they belong. He's not, however. And he can't help but grit his teeth in annoyance whenever he sees the other guy make you laugh.
-Leon would be super passive-aggressive to the other guy and territorial over you, constantly trying to one-up his competitor. If the other guy brought you coffee one morning, Leon would take you out to lunch. If the other guy offers to drive you to work when you have car troubles, Leon shows up with a toolbox ready to fix whatever's wrong.
-Leon tries to find time to spend with you whenever he’s free. He’ll come over to your apartment with takeout and a rented movie, hoping you’ll get the hint you never do.
-Leon wouldn’t get annoyed at your oblivious nature for two reasons. One, cause if you actually deducted that he and the other guy were fighting for your affection, you might choose the smart option and pick the other guy. Two, he’s happy he gets the opportunity to be in your life at all.
-Leon’s good enough at shoving his emotions deep down and ignoring them anyway; he’d much rather have you in his life in a platonic way than not at all. So for a while, he would partake in this tug of war with the other guy for your affection, trying to prove to you just how much he cares.
-One night, Leon comes over, a bag full of groceries in his hand. You opened the door, surprised to see him, but welcomed him in regardless.
"You mentioned wanting to try this dish, and complained about not having any Friday night plans. Well, now you do," he'd say with a smile. You laugh and thank him for his thoughtfulness, happy to have such a kind friend. The two of you get to work, moving in tandem around your cramped apartment kitchen, when suddenly there's a knock at the door. You go to open it, only to be met with the other guy. He's standing there, in a nice pressed shirt, holding a bouquet of roses.
"Would you like to go out to dinner with me, on a date?" he'd ask, extending the roses to you. You're taken off-guard, hesitating.
"I'm really sorry, Leon is already here making dinner with me," you'd try to explain. Like clockwork, Leon appears behind you in the doorway, trying to suppress the smirk on his face as he internally cheers over the fact that you chose him.
"Ah, I see. I hope you two are happy together," the other guy says, leaving dejectedly.
"That was weird, does he think we're together?" you wonder aloud as you close the door. Leon shrugs, returning to his post at the counter, chopping vegetables.
"Poor guy, must feel crushed," he muses, although even you detect the giddy tone in his voice. Your eyes narrow, mind working in overdrive as you watch the man who's so consistently made himself available to you.
"Leon....do you like me?"
"Well, I am cooking you dinner, don't go around doing that for people I hate," he jokes.
"No, do you like me?" you ask. Silence fills the room as Leon sucks in a sharp breath.
"Yeah....I do," he admits after a long pause. He hesitates before he goes back to the cutting board. Your silence rings in his ears as he tries to focus on cooking, not having the courage to glance over at you.
Moments that feel like an eternity go by, and he worries that you'll kick him out, want nothing to do with him. It isn't until he feels your arms wrap around him from behind that those fears melt away.
"You could have told me a lot sooner," you mumble into his back. Leon smiles, closing his eyes as his worries vanish.
Note: I feel like Leon would be so ass at communicating feelings, his love language is 100% acts of service
you lock your legs around older.ᐟ leon kennedy’s waist just once during missionary to stop him from pulling out and something in his brain chemistry gets profoundly ruined. he’s a completely changed man. never in his forty nine years of existence has leon ever been so insanely turned on to the point his brain feels all weak. a thoughtless pussy drunk mind and whole cock sucked inside your cunt, tip leaking with thick cum, heavy balls plopping against your sore ass with every deep stroke. how could he ever be against filling you up to the brim till his cum oozes out of you?
maybe, it’s the way you beg him with your pretty big eyes to cum inside you— put a baby or two right there inside your womb, while he’s at it. maybe, it’s genuinely the dead seriousness in your shaky voice; maybe, you really want old man leon kennedy to fuck you numb and give you a round belly.
your face is so close to his. your foreheads touch, your arms thrown around his neck and long nails scratch mindlessly down the muscles of his strong back and big arms. you look at leon like you’ve never needed him more than you do now. you look at him like he’s your entire universe.
“fuck me, you really wanna make me a dad, huh, sweet girl?”
or maybe, it’s just the way you stick two of your fingers inside your stretched cunt, digging inside for his cum, pulling them out coated in thick salty white ropes— which you take straight to your mouth, pushing them past your lips and mixed with drool, you audibly swallow every single drop.
leon is the type to put you in a mating press while you claw out his skin, leaving red marks and scratches on it while he groans and huffs against your ear. youre begging to cum already but he insists on cumming together to give you a nice creampie later on.
"just a little bit, baby. i—im close too, fuck, pussy is just so tight". he groaned when you gave a squeeze on his cock after he gave a particular hard thrust and you gripped his biceps to ground yourself.
"come on". leon said, putting more of his weight on top of you as he moved faster and he starts leaving wet kisses on your neck, causing you to let out a scream, legs tightening up on his waist and youre getting breathless.
"good girl.... fuck that's right baby, cum for me". leon grunted when he pushed his cock further before slowing down when he felt that trickle of cum out of you. he kissed your forehead as you whimpered, hole clenching on his cock that is spurting out his cum after you.
you leaned on his touch making him hum and press more kisses on your head, down to your cheeks and your jaw before you felt his hand coming up on your thigh to take it off of his waist and open it wide. he pressed one last kiss then pulled away to sit back on his haunches as his eyes went to your red, puffy pussy.
"fuck me". leon breathed out when he saw how your cum and his are trickling out of your ruined pussy.
"you think it took, baby?".
good morning????😔😔 i suck at writing smut but here it is cause ive been imagining it lol
Where Leon coaxes you into your first prone bone session specifically because he can tell you're carrying a lot of body insecurity lately.
Tags: NSFW, smut, established relationship, size kink, Daddy kink, praise kink, unprotected p in v sex with creampie, implied cockwarming, dirty talk.
✦ He notices the way you’ve started turning the lights off earlier, angling your hips away during missionary, sucking in when his hands slide over your stomach. He doesn’t call it out directly—he’s too old and too tired of playing games for that. Instead, one night after a long shower he pads into the bedroom in nothing but low-slung sweatpants, hair still dripping, and mutters against your neck:
“Wanna try somethin’ tonight, sweetheart? Think you’ll like how it feels.”
✦ When you ask what he means, he just guides you down onto your stomach with that steady, calloused palm between your shoulder blades. Not rough. Just certain. He lets you keep the pillow under your cheek so you’re comfortable, but he also makes sure your legs stay mostly together.
“Like this,” he rasps, already half-hard against the back of your thigh. “Let me do the work. You just breathe.”
✦ The moment he settles his weight over you—broad chest blanketing your back, thick forearm caging you in beside your head—you feel it: how much bigger he is. How much of you he can cover. His thighs bracket yours, his belly presses warmly into the small of your back, and suddenly the parts of your body you’ve been picking apart feel… held. Smothered in the best way.
“See?” His lips brush the shell of your ear while he notches himself at your entrance, going slow enough that you feel every inch stretch you open while you’re pinned flat. “Feels like I’m fuckin’ swallowing you whole, doesn’t it?”
✦ He keeps his rhythm deliberate at first—long, heavy rolls of his hips that grind you into the mattress instead of bouncing you. Every forward thrust makes your ass cushion against his pelvis with a soft slap; every withdrawal drags the head of his cock over that spot inside you that makes your toes curl into the sheets.
“That’s it,” he murmurs when your breathing turns shaky and you unconsciously arch your back just enough to give him a better angle. “Let Daddy take care of the rest. You don’t have to do anything but feel me.”
✦ He talks you through the size difference the whole time—low, gravelly praise that’s half filthy, half worshipful.
“Fuck, look how little you look under me… can barely see your shoulders when I’m like this… my girl’s so goddamn tiny when I’ve got you folded up nice and safe…”
✦ He knows exactly what he’s doing. Every time your hips twitch like you want to lift them (old habit, trying to “make yourself smaller”), he simply lowers more of his weight and presses you back down with a gentle but immovable forearm across your upper back.
“Nuh-uh. Stay right there. Let me feel all of you.”
✦ When you start whimpering into the pillow—overwhelmed by how deep he’s hitting, how completely surrounded you feel—he slides one big hand under your stomach, palm flat, fingers splayed wide. Not grabbing, just… claiming the soft part you’ve been insecure about.
“This,” he groans against your shoulder, punctuating the word with a harder snap of his hips, “is mine. Every inch. Don’t hide it from me.”
✦ The first time you come like that—face buried in the pillow, thighs trembling, ass bouncing uselessly against his unrelenting thrusts—he growls something hoarse and wrecked about how pretty you sound when you can’t hold back anymore.
✦ He doesn’t pull out right away after he finishes. He stays draped over you, breathing hard, cock still twitching inside while he presses lazy, open-mouthed kisses along the back of your neck and shoulders.
“Still think you’re too much?” he asks quietly, voice rough from exertion. His thumb strokes slow circles over the softness of your belly. “Because from where I’m lying… you’re exactly fuckin’ right.”
✦ Afterward he rolls you both onto your sides so he can spoon you properly—still inside if you’ll let him stay, or just holding you with your back flush to his chest if you’re too sensitive. Either way, his hand never leaves that spot on your stomach. Warm. Possessive. Like he’s reminding you he meant every word.
emotional hurt — comfort; long-distance relationship strain; soft & gentle sex; praise; creampie; almost the same age ( leon s. kennedy twenty seven + reader twenty six ) female reader.
the apartment was too quiet at 1:47 a.m.
you’d left the bedside lamp on low, the one with the amber shade that made everything look softer, because the dark felt heavier when leon wasn’t here. three weeks and four days since he’d kissed your forehead at the airport gate and said “i’ll be back before you know it.” you knew better than to believe the timeline. he never gave dates. just “classified” when you asked where, “soon” when you asked when. you’d stopped asking after the second week; the answers hurt more than the silence.
you were curled on your side, facing his empty pillow, wearing his old gray t-shirt that still smelled faintly of his soap and gun oil no matter how many times you washed it. the sheets were cold on his side. you’d tried to sleep facing the door at first—hoping the sound of keys would wake you—but exhaustion won. now you were half-under, dreams blurring the edges of reality, when the lock clicked.
metal scraped. door creaked. boots paused in the hallway.
you didn’t move. part of you wanted to pretend you were still asleep, let the anger simmer instead of spilling out. another part—the tired, aching part—wanted to cry the second you heard his voice.
the bedroom door opened slowly. hallway light cut a stripe across the floor. you kept your eyes closed, breathing even, but your chest tightened.
he didn’t turn on the overhead. just stood there a second, probably taking in the shape of you under the covers, the lamp still on like you’d left it for him. you heard the soft thud of his duffel hitting the floor, the rustle of his jacket coming off, the quiet clink of his holster being set on the dresser.
then the mattress dipped.
he sat on the edge, careful not to jostle you too much. you felt the heat of him even through the blanket—solid, real, finally here.
“hey,” he whispered. voice rough from disuse or smoke or whatever hell he’d been in. “baby, i’m home.”
your throat closed. you squeezed your eyes tighter, but a tear slipped anyway, hot against your cheek.
he noticed. of course he did.
“shit,” he breathed. his hand found your shoulder—gentle, thumb rubbing small circles over the t-shirt. “hey… come here.”
you turned then, fast, and the sob broke free before you could stop it. you buried your face in his chest, arms wrapping around his waist like you could keep him from leaving again. he smelled like airplane, rain, and the faint copper of old blood. his arms came around you immediately—strong, steady—one hand cradling the back of your head, the other rubbing slow up and down your spine.
“i’m sorry,” he murmured into your hair. “i’m so fucking sorry.”
you cried harder—quiet, hiccuping sobs that shook your shoulders. “you didn’t call,” you managed. “not even once.”
“i couldn’t.” his voice cracked a little. “i wanted to. every day.”
you pulled back just enough to look at him. his face was shadowed, stubble darker than usual, a fresh bruise blooming under his left eye. he looked tired—bone-deep tired—but his eyes were soft, guilty, fixed on yours.
“i missed you,” you whispered.
he kissed your forehead, then your wet cheeks, then your mouth—slow, careful, like he was afraid you’d break. “i missed you more.”
the kiss deepened. not hungry, not desperate—just aching. tongues sliding slow, tasting salt from your tears, hands roaming gentle. he tugged the hem of his t-shirt up; you lifted your arms so he could peel it off. your skin met his—warm against cool from the night air—and you both exhaled like you’d been holding your breath for weeks.
he laid you back against the pillows, mouth trailing down your neck, your collarbone, soft open kisses that made you shiver. when he reached your breasts he took his time—tongue circling one nipple, then the other, sucking gently until you arched with a small sound. his hand slid between your thighs—finding you already wet, already ready—and he groaned against your skin.
“fuck, baby… you’re soaked.”
“missed you,” you breathed again, fingers in his hair.
he kissed lower—stomach, hip bones—then settled between your legs. licked a slow stripe up your slit, tongue flat, savoring. you whimpered, hips lifting. he held you down gently, one arm across your waist, and ate you like he was making up for lost time—slow circles on your clit, tongue dipping inside, humming low when you moaned his name.
you came soft—shuddering, thighs trembling around his head, a quiet “leon—” spilling from your lips. he kissed back up your body, mouth wet with you, and you pulled him down for another kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue.
he shed the rest of his clothes—jeans, boxers—cock hard and leaking against your thigh. no condom. you hadn’t used them in months; the risk had become part of the trust.
he lined up slow, nudged inside—inch by inch—watching your face the whole time. “okay?” he whispered.
you nodded, nails digging into his shoulders. “yeah… don’t stop.”
he bottomed out with a low groan, stayed there a second—forehead pressed to yours—then started moving. long, gentle rolls of his hips, dragging against every sensitive spot inside you. you wrapped your legs around his waist, heels digging into his lower back, pulling him deeper.
“i love you,” he murmured against your mouth. “fuck—i love you so much.”
you kissed him through the next thrust, tears slipping again—not sad this time, just overwhelmed. “love you too,” you breathed. “don’t leave again. not yet.”
he didn’t promise—he couldn’t—but he fucked you slow and deep, like he was trying to carve the feeling into both of you. when you started tightening around him he slipped a hand between you, thumb circling your clit in time with his thrusts.
“come with me,” he whispered. “please, baby—let me feel you.”
you did—quiet, intense, walls fluttering around him as the pleasure rolled through you in waves. he followed right after—hips stuttering, burying deep, coming inside you with a broken groan, spilling hot and thick until it leaked out around where he was still seated.
he didn’t pull out right away.
stayed there, softening slowly, kissing you lazy and deep while his hand rested low on your stomach—possessive, gentle. you felt the mess between your thighs, warm and sticky, and didn’t care.
after a while he eased out, grabbed a warm cloth from the bathroom, cleaned you carefully. then he climbed back in, pulled you against his chest—your head tucked under his chin, leg thrown over his hip, his arm locked around your waist.
“i’m here,” he murmured into your hair. “i’m not going anywhere tonight.”
you pressed your lips to the bruise on his collarbone. “stay tomorrow too.”
he exhaled slow. “i’ll try.”
you fell asleep like that—tangled, warm, his heartbeat steady under your cheek.
