the sheets felt impossibly hot against your skin no matter how many times you kicked them away. you rolled onto your side, then your back, then curled up again. finally, a soft, frustrated sigh left your lips, yeah— sleep was nowhere in sight.
“can’t sleep, baby?” leon’s warm, heavy arm slid around your waist from behind pulling your firmly back against his solid chest.
you melted a little at the sound of his voice “not really”
he hummed softly, as he tucked you tighter against him. one big hand splayed across your stomach while the other stroked slow circles along your hip. the familiar scent of him, his faint cologne, his warmth helped ease your restlessness a little.
without thinking, you lightly dragged your tongue along his jaw, tasting the faint salt of his skin and stubble.
leon chuckled softly “my little troublemaker huh?”
and you did it again, slower this time, and felt his grip on your hip tighten.
“alright sweetheart, i’ve got a plan”
in one fluid motion he sat up, dragging the thick comforter along with him.
before you could protest, he rolled you up tight inside it, with your arms gently pinned to your sides and legs tucked inside. with only your head and neck free.
you burst into a surprised laughter as he lifted you up effortlessly, cradling you against his chest like you weighed nothing.
“leon! put me down-“
“nope” he kissed the top of your head, smirking “right now, my girl needs some icecream and a midnight drive”
“but-“
he pressed another wet kiss onto your lips “shh, let me take care of you baby”
and that shut you up.
the cool night air hit your face as he stepped outside and opened the passenger door of his black porsche. he placed you carefully into the seat, buckling the belt around your blanket cocoon and then slid into the driver’s seat.
the engine purred to life as leon reached over and rested his hand on your blanketed thigh as he pulled out onto the quiet street.
the only 24/7 ice cream parlour in the city was a small, neon-lit spot tucked between closed storefronts. leon parked right out front and leaned over to press a quick kiss to your lips
“stay put, burrito”
“hey!” you giggled
“the cutest burrito ever-“ he added
“obviously” you said smirking, and he returned a few minutes later with a massive cup overflowing with all your favourite scoops of icecream.
he climbed back in pushing the seat behind, and patted his lap.
“c’mere baby”
you wriggled out of the blanket enough to climb over the centre console. leon helped you settle on top of his lap, the blanket loosely draped around your shoulders like a cape.
he scooped up a generous amount of the mixed flavours and brought it to your lips first. the cold sweetness burst on your tongue as you took it with a happy hum. then, you leaned in and licked a slow stripe up the side of his neck, right along the stubble you’d been teasing earlier.
his breath caught, a low groan escaping him “you’re gonna be the death of me”
it was your turn to feed him, and a mischievous smile made it’s way onto your face.
you swiped a little icecream on your finger and smeared it across his nose “boop!” and leaned right back in to kiss him hard before he could’ve said anything else.
leon caught your wrist gently, licking the sweetness off your skin while his eyes stayed locked on yours.
and back and forth it went—icecream, then messy kisses and licks along his stubble, his collarbone, the corner of his mouth. the car windows had started to fog slightly. leon’s free hand slipped under the hem of your shirt, stroking warm circles against your lower back as you shared the melting treat.
“feeling better now?” he asked between bites
“much better” you whispered, licking a stray drop of chocolate from the corner of his lips before kissing him again properly
“y’know, i think i love you more than i love icecream” you muttered lazily
“yeah? that’s a dangerous amount of love sweetheart” he chuckled
you simply shrugged before leaning into him and resting your face on his chest.
SUMMARY: nothing crazy, really… just you and Leon trying something new!
CONTENT: 18+ - mdni! piv - THEE. PRONE BONE SESSION (I drool), headlockinggg, reader’s a bit subby/soft-dom leon (maybe?), creampie, heavy petting, praise kink goes crazy in this. I implied that reader is a bit curvy/chubby, but it’s still fairly neutral so read it however you want. a really messy alternating pov but whatever. lovey dovey shit fr fr.
WC: 1.7k
NOTES: this is nothing more than a leon kennedy’s moobs-and-biceps appreciation fic (inspired by “my moon my man” by feist). **also! I had re4r Leon in mind while writing this but it’s not at all specified so you can honestly imagine whatever Leon you want.**
Leon Kennedy Masterlist!
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“You okay, baby?” Leon cooes low at you, his voice smooth and dangerously molten.
“…H-hmm—uh huh.”
“Good. That’s good.”
Your boyfriend’s mouth drags along the ridge of your shoulders. With a light kiss of his teeth, and a few well-placed tentative licks to the sticky skin, he’s making the concerted effort to claim all of you. His. His, as you’ve been countless times before. His, as you will always be.
Your throat is dry; hoarse and cracked, and he hasn’t even entered you yet—but you can’t help it. He had already pulled one orgasm out of you earlier with his mouth and his hands, but now, as he pins you to the bed with his knees and chest, you swear you might come again at any moment.
You’re incredibly sensitive right now, having already been keyed up so high. Leon, of course, has absolutely no problem using this fact to his advantage.
“You’re shaking, baby,” he says quietly, warm breath curling around your ear.
“What?” you hiccup.
“You’re shivering.”
As if to prove his point, his hands—calloused and strong from years of use—dance along your sides. They move from the dip of your hips to where your breasts bulge at their sides.
Sighing, you say, “Well, when you do that…” and bury your face into the mattress.
Leon laughs and your body absorbs it like it’s your own. As if your bones are conductors, the sound sends an addictive jolt to the pulsing organ in your chest and between your thighs.
“We don’t have to do this, you know, if you’re too nervous.”
You’re quick to shake your head and even quicker to arch back into him. A little absently, you think then about how in this position, you two slot perfectly together—like you were made to fit.
“Want to,” you add weakly. “Wanna do this with you, Lee. Please.” For good measure (as if your words in all their breathy, whiney nature weren’t indicative of how you felt), you start to roll your hips back. Leon groans loud.
His flushed, hot tip rests just inches away from your weepy hole. He watches you flutter on nothing; as the slick pooling there catches the silvery moonlight strobing through the bedroom window. You look so pretty like this, he thinks. God-sent and lovely and all his. To take, to have, to hold…
Your hips move again, slowly, dangerously, and Leon stops you with a hard hand to the dip of your spine, making you squeak. “Baby…” he warns.
“Leon, please. Please, honey…wan’ you so much.”
Leon inhales, all sharp and shaky. “Alright…yeah, yeah, okay. …Whatever you want, baby.” He kisses your spine once more as he crawls up your body.
With his thighs bracketing yours, he pushes down on you with the hard line of his abs. His pecs—all swollen and round and slick with sweat—cement to your shoulders. The sheer mass of his body feels as if it’s swallowing you whole. You preen at the contact, letting out a mewl so pathetic you even surprise yourself.
Gradually then, with the kind of control and calculation he exhibits at work, Leon pushes his thick head through your gummy walls. He’s so painfully hard that it takes everything in him to go slow. And, by the time his pelvis is flush to your ass, he already feels spent.
The crook of Leon’s chin hooks around your shoulder ensuring his face is firmly pressed against yours. He pants heavy in your ear, and out of the corner of your vision, you see his face flush a berry-red.
“Fuck, baby. You—shit—y’feel—”
“Leon…‘m ready.”
The man nods, mainly to himself, before pressing a chaste kiss to your collarbone. Slowly—just as slowly as he entered you—his hips draw back. The languid drag of him has you grasping aimlessly at the sheets; the thick vein that curves around his even thicker cock is relentless in catching the ridges of your walls. In this position, you’re able to feel all of him. “God, Leon...”
Of course, sex with Leon has always been something else entirely…but this? There aren’t enough words in any language to describe the way you’re feeling right now.
“I know, baby, I know. I need you just as bad,” Leon purrs. You just nod along, jaw falling as Leon slowly slides back into you. He braces himself then, arching and tightly curving over your figure.
“How do you want it, baby? Like this?” His hips speed up then, shallow thrusts that have your thighs immediately stinging with the friction of being stationary. Still, you groan, eyes rolling back into your head as he keeps pace. After a while, Leon shifts over top of you again. “Or do you want it like this?” With steady hips, he suddenly slams forward, the action practically punching your soul straight out of your body. You cry when his head shoves directly into that spongey notch deep inside you.
Desperately, you reach for the hand braced by your head. Leon locks your fingers with his before bringing them to the soft skin of his mouth.
“Hm, you like that?” You try to crane your head so that you can meet your boyfriend’s eyes, but Leon ‘tsks’ at you. You aren’t at all ashamed by the attempt or his response, though. It’s done without any sort of malice. Nothing more than light teasing, born from a place of reverence and pure, unadulterated love. “Use your words, baby. Gotta know you want it. Need to know I’m making you feel good, y’know?”
“Shit, Le—yes. Yes, like that. Fuck—“ you manage to eventually get the words out, only for another thrust to leave you blubbering.
Leon lets go of your hand, but only for the briefest of moments, before his fingers come up under your jaw. He cradles your face as he finds your mouth, a curtain of his blonde hair hanging low over your eyes. He licks at your own tongue, at the corners of your lips, behind your teeth… Any and every inch of space he can reach becomes learned in a matter of seconds (as if he already wasn’t so intimately accustomed).
Because of the pillow beneath your hips, Leon’s able to fix his grip on you every once in a while—whether the pads of his fingers are digging into the tempting plains of your waist, or the fat of your shuddering thighs. Each thrust has his pubic bone bouncing against your ass in an even, but incredibly hard-hitting pace.
Leon nips at your earlobe, gently tugging on the loose flesh so as strengthen (or perhaps ground) his dwindling resolve. In little time, he feels the effects of his impending orgasm: his balls tightening against your puffy clit, dick swelling deep within your walls…
You’re just so warm, and so wet, and so…so good to him, so good for him, Leon can’t resist the flurry of emotions threatening to escape him. “Fuck, I love you. Love you so much, baby. Always so tight for me. Shit. Y’love sucking me in like this, don’t you?”
“Leon…” is all you can manage to say. It’s the only warning your hazy brain can conjure up; the only thing on the tip of your tongue other than another strangled whimper.
Leon understands though. He always does.
You’re close. Really, really close. The sound of your squelching slick as he rifles through you over and over; the way your spine arches and your feet start to helplessly kick out from beneath you—it’s all the confirmation he needs.
The muscles in his arms have begun to strain, a sharp tightness that blooms from his wrist all the way up to his shoulders. He takes the opportunity then to collapse onto you, carefully accommodating some of his weight with his knees so as not to smother you entirely (though he would without question if that’s what you asked).
The sounds of your whines pitch higher and higher with every snap of his hips. You’re shaking again, though this time it’s for sure an unconscious act. In relieving his arms from the awkward angle, Leon’s able to wrap an arm around your head, and you nearly choke on spit when you realize what he’s doing.
Leon’s arm—meaty bicep, veins, and all—rests safely against your collarbone, holding you snug to his chest. His cheek is pressed to yours again, so close that you’re convinced you’re practically becoming one (as if you haven’t already…). You’re both two halves of one heart stitched together; all haphazard, but terrifyingly real.
“I need you to come for me. Can you do that, baby? Can you make a mess for me?” His voice is a beautiful ragged sound—one that in any other situation would have you pushing your hips back to meet his. But not this time. Leon has you locked in place, pliant and safe as the knot of your orgasm pulls tighter and tighter, threatening to snap.
So with that, you opt to just nod into Leon’s arm, albeit rather weakly. Suddenly, you feel a different kind of pressure come up between your hips.
Leon somehow managed to sneak his free hand down to your cunt, calculated fingers once again toying with your clit in easy circles. And that alone that has you coming with a sharp and stuttered gasp. While you shudder and twitch, Leon continues his ministrations; humping and grinding into you while his own release crests.
He grunts and huffs as he spills into you, as if his fucked-out body can’t decide on which sound it wants or needs to make. Regardless, all that really matters is that you’re holding on tight to him, whispering something about how good he makes you feel and how much you love him.
Of course, Leon has to return the sentiment tenfold. He doesn’t say it exactly like how you did (he’s never been the best with words), but as he cleans you up, petting your head and kissing everywhere the damp cloth doesn’t—from the inner curve of your knee, to your navel, to the hollow of your throat—he knows that you understand.
Because this is how you love each other. You, through your words, and him with his actions and adoring eyes.
You sent your boyfriend a naughty picture while he was in a work meeting. He comes home, looking as handsome as ever in his suit, ready to follow through on all his threats.
based on this request from @softcloudedmind
The conference room is dark, the lights having been turned off due to lack of movement thirty minutes ago and no one turned them back on–a double-edged sword. On one hand, the environment is perfectly conducive to a nap and Leon can’t help but start to doze off, resting his chin on the heel of his hand. On the other hand, no one can see his eyes close.
His phone pings on the table as the presenter drones on and on about proper formatting for written reports. It shakes him gently from his hypnagogic state. He sneaks the device under the table, scooting his chair back just an inch so he can see the dimmed screen.
How’s the meeting???
It was you, the light of his life, fire of his loins, texting from what he assumes is a very cozy position on his bed, right where he left you this morning. He pictures you, wrapped up in the sheets, still wearing one of his t-shirts. You like the smell of them, you said. It reminds you of him while he’s away.
His little sap.
Boring, he responds, tapping away at the glass keyboard. What are you up to?
He sets his phone against his thigh, giving you time to respond. And you do. Quickly. Too quickly. Almost as quickly as he picks up the phone. Beside your name, the message reads ‘image: one’, and Leon looks to his left and right to make sure no one is watching him open the photo.
It’s you, in bed like he had imagined, but you’re wearing a whole lot more than your birthday suit, and though he can salivate on command at the thought of your naked form, this is just as exciting.
His eyes study the way your back is arched, your ass up in the air. You’re on your stomach, arms stretched out in front of you, giving him the perfect view of your heart-shaped cheeks. Black lingerie, too much to take in all at once, dons every curve of your body. Fishnet stockings clad your thighs. A garter belt digs into the flesh of your hips. A bra and panty set he can barely make out the details of from the photo.
It doesn’t matter. It all goes straight to his dick anyway.
I’m ripping all of that off as soon as I get home, he types. Sends.
Hurry up, then. I’m waiting. Another photo, this one more obscene than the one before. He’s not even sure how you were able to snap such a masterpiece from that angle. Again, doesn’t matter. All that matters is that he can see right down your cleavage, the line of your abdomen, to the space between your open legs, where your hand occupies the mound
A video from the same angle. Leon quickly turns the volume down and presses play. He can imagine the sounds just fine in his head as he watches you finger yourself. Five seconds. That’s all you gave him.
Fuck, he swallows the curse, glancing around once more to double-check that no one is paying attention to the erection straining the crotch of his pants. Fuck.
He needs more.
I’ll be home for lunch.
You better have a snack waiting for him.
“Naughty girl,” is all he says when he storms into the bedroom. You’re reclining on your back, the perfect position to take in the sight of Leon in a suit–a sight you rarely get to see. He’s always donning cargo pants or something elastic that shows off the swell of his muscles, and you’re not complaining. Gosh, do those compression shirts make your pussy throb. But on special occasions, like the meeting he had this morning, he likes to dress up, and apparently it has been a while, because the suit he’s wearing looks a little tight.
The fabric of his dress shirt is pulled tight across his chest, the buttons puckering beneath the tension. Even the shoulders are far too snug, and the seams stitched up and down the wool arms of the blazer are one flex away from ripping. Either the fabric shrunk in the back of the closet, or Leon has been hitting the gym twice as hard lately.
It looks uncomfortable. He should take it off.
But not yet.
“Naughty? How have I been naughty?” You press a hand to your chest, feigning disbelief as you suck in a dramatic breath.
“Teasing me while I was at work.”
“Those were gifts,” you say in a tone far too sultry to be taken seriously. “I thought I was being gracious.”
He cocks his head, arching a brow. “You were being mean.” Leon crawls onto the bed, climbing over you until his lips are inches away from your own. “I was in a meeting.”
It takes all the strength in your body not to bust out into a twinkling giggle. “I know.”
“Anyone could have seen.”
“Did they?”
Another sly tilt of his head. “No, but they could have.”
“But they didn’t.”
“You’re asking to be punished.”
You let out the teensiest giggle against his mouth as he leans down to press a kiss onto it. “You just now realized that?”
He growls, the vibration tickling your lips. “That’s it.” With a swift grab, he flips you over onto your stomach, one forearm at the small of your back, pressing you down while the other yanks your panties down the flesh of your thighs. As he does so, you hear fabric ripping, and you internally mourn your favorite pair of panties. “You asked for it. Remember that when you’re screaming, telling me it’s too much.”
“Yessir.”
You’re sure you’ll regret it, just like Leon said, but the temptation is too much to ignore. He’s far too fun to bait.
His hand takes a moment to appreciate the curve of your ass, giving each cheek a squeeze before he moves down between your thighs and begins playing with your pussy. Teasing and taunting, he draws slow, languid strokes up and down your folds, already slick with want.
“Leon,” you murmur, already aching for more. “Need you inside.” Your walls clench around nothing as they eagerly await his arrival.
He chuckles darkly, already situating the tips of his fingers at your entrance. “I know, baby. I know.” Although he tries so hard to act tough and withholding, Leon can’t help but give into your every desire. Such a saint.
“How’s that, baby?” He asks, and though his voice is rough, his words are oh-so sweet, made sweeter by the sensation of his fingers–all three of them–stretching you out.
“So good,” you cry into the pillow as he continues to pump into you from behind. His hand–the one that isn’t working your insides–is flush against your lower back, pressing your stomach into the mattress, amplifying your pleasure.
“More, more. Please.”
He’s happy to oblige, hardening each thrust of his fingers until he has to remind himself to hold back his own strength lest he accidentally harm you.
“I’m so close, please don’t stop.”
Some punishment, he thinks to himself, letting you come all over his hands. And then a mean idea pops into his head.
Right as he feels the tension in your abdomen, you clenching his fingers until he’s barely able to pull them out, Leon does just that. The immediate emptiness has the tears welling in your eyes stall half-way down your cheeks, and a moan caught in your throat.
“Wha–” You try to turn around, to look into his eyes and beg for mercy, for a continuance to your pleasure, but he holds you down.
The next thing you hear is the sound of metal teeth being pulled apart as Leon unzips his pants, shoving the slacks to his thighs, too impatient to pull them all the way off before he pumps himself twice in his hand before gliding himself into your weeping hole.
Already wet and sopping, you make it far too easy for him to begin thrusting in and out of you, and his pleasure builds as he relishes the whimpers and whines leaving your parted lips. The lingerie on your body, all strappy and black. You vixen. The way your arousal coats him in a slippery sheen. How your hands grapple at the sheets, anything to tether you to the earth as your ecstasy threatens to sweep you into the sky. It’s all too much, and all too quickly, his own orgasm approaches, not long after you climax and he lets you.
“Fuck, I’m close.” His last words before he collapses onto your back, the cotton of his dress shirt kissing your dewy skin. It’s not long before he unglues himself from you, and begins to clean himself up so he can redress.
“I swore I heard these rip,” you say, turning around to inspect the in-tact panties still at your thighs.
“I think it was my shirt.” Leon lifts his arm, and sure enough, there’s a small tear in the seam, just under his shoulder. An ivory button dangles from a loose thread, leaving a gaping hole down the front of the shirt. “Might need to change shirts.”
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Leon experiences a moral shock when he realises just how badly he loves teaching you to touch him. In bed and outside of it—every woman he’s ever been entangled with knew more than him, and he learned how to touch women through their hands. How to pet their hair back, how to kiss too-sensitive places. How to coax a woman into his lap, and nip her throat, and make her shudder.
You know nothing. He’s your first boyfriend, lover, partner. You’ve never been touched, which is his own private agony, and a delight at all hours of the day as he gets to be your first kiss, your first fuck, and your first cuddle. He teaches you how to open your mouth and use your tongue, how to take what you need from him and anything else you want, too. He teaches you how to relax when you’re against someone, and how to draw shapes down their back. He shouldn’t find it so achy. He’s never been like this before. The hesitant way you tuck hair behind his ear as you lean up to kiss his cheek has him stirred and quickly useless, your hand tumbling down his back to tickle him like a damn slap. He shivers when you scratch his scalp and says, That’s perfect, bub, with enough condescension to hide his sincerity. He’d love you if you knew everything there was to know, want you without introductions, but he loves being trusted so deeply by you, and he loves the way you smile when his patience exceeds your expectation. He doesn’t get mad. Doesn’t ever laugh at your shy questions. He’s putty in the palm of your trembly hands.
The worst of it is that you know. Not that you like it, being led and taught and told, commanded around with a gentleness he can’t fake, no. The worst part is when you wait to be told what to do, after a hundred kisses and hours upon hours boiling up in his lap. Like this? you ask into his neck, your teeth dull at his pulse and your tongue hot.
Leon grabs you by the thighs and yanks you against his front every time, a poor picture of restraint, praising his baby through gritted teeth. Yeah, honey. You listen so well.
Spicy Leon request if you’re feeling it?? He’s back from a mission and she’s feeling needy/touch starved but doesn’t want to smother him because he’s probably exhausted and has a few places needing bandaging so she tries to solely focus on doing that and the whole time he’s feeling just as needy as her and is like I just need my girl. Feel free to make your own changes and write the spice as you want lol thank you in advance!!!
♱ cw. 18+. soft smut. established relationship.
an. omggg my first leon piece. hope you like it anon <33 thank you so much for this request!
he comes home at two in the morning, which is normal. the state of him is also normal, which is the part that never gets easier. jacket torn at the shoulder, a cut above his brow that’s dried dark, moving like his ribs are aching. you’d been awake on the couch pretending to watch tv and the second the door opened you’d felt the knot in your chest loosen just slightly.
“hey,” he says. like he just got back from the grocery store.
“hey,” you say back. like your heart hadn’t been sitting in your throat for six days.
you get the first aid kit without being asked and he sits at the kitchen table and lets you, which means he’s more tired than he’s letting on. you start with his brow, tipping his chin up with two fingers, and he looks at you from under your hands with those tired blue eyes and you focus very hard on the cut and not on the fact that you’ve missed him so much it’s been almost physical, an ache that sat right behind your sternum the whole time he was gone.
“this one needs steri strips,” you say.
“okay.”
“the shoulder?”
“just bruised.”
“leon.”
“just bruised,” he repeats.
you move to the shoulder anyway, peeling back his jacket and the shirt beneath, and he lets you check it without complaint, which is how you know he’s exhausted. the man argues on principle when he’s got energy to spare. you clean it and tape what needs taping and try very hard not to notice the warmth of his skin under your hands or the way he’s been watching your face this entire time with an expression you can’t quite look at directly.
you’re reaching for the antiseptic when his hand closes around your wrist.
“leon—”
“i just need a minute,” he says quietly. he tugs, gently, and you let him pull you in, let him wrap both arms around you and press his face into your neck and breathe. you feel him exhale, long and slow, and something in him unknots by degrees.
you’d been so careful. so focused on not smothering him, not making it about you when he was the one who’d been gone for six days doing god knows what, and here he is holding on like you’re the thing he’s been waiting to get back to.
“i missed you,” he says into your neck. low and a little rough. “the whole time. just kept thinking about coming home.”
you pull back just enough to look at him and he looks back, tired and earnest and it makes your chest ache, and you kiss him soft and he makes a quiet sound and kisses you back deeper, hands sliding from your waist to your hips and pulling you closer, tongue pressing against yours.
“your ribs,” you say against his mouth.
“are fine.”
“leon—”
“are fine,” he says again, and stands, and you go with him.
he takes his time with you the way he always does after he’s been gone. hands relearning you like he’s been thinking about it the whole ride home.
he presses his mouth to your throat first, lips dragging slow, then your collarbone, then down your arm, the inside of your elbow, your wrist, back up to the soft skin of your inner arm and closer to your underarm and you feel heat rise to your face because it’s so intimate, so careful, like he’s paying attention to parts of you that nobody else thinks to.
he reaches behind you and unclips your bra and pulls it off and then presses his face between your breasts and hums, a satisfied sound, cheek against your skin. not rushing. you card your hands through his hair and feel the tight thing in your chest finally, finally come undone.
when he finally settles between your thighs and looks at you, blue eyes soft, you reach up and touch the bandage above his brow without thinking.
“hi,” you say softly.
“hi,” he says back.
he pushes into you slow and you feel every inch of him. the thick drag of his cock stretching you open, his heat filling you so completely your breath stutters and your walls flutter around him instinctively, pulling him deeper. he goes still for a moment, forehead dropping to yours, panting.
“god,” he exhales. sounding a little wrecked. “missed you so much. missed my girl.”
he starts to move and you feel everything. every slow thorough roll of his hips, the slick grip of your walls around his girth pulling tight each time he draws back, the warm wet heat building between you with every stroke until you’re arching up into him and gripping his shoulders. his forehead stays on yours, one hand laced through yours against the pillow, the other spread warm at your hip like an anchor.
“missed you,” he murmurs again, like he can’t stop saying it now that he’s started.
his mouth finds your neck and he’s kissing you, licking at your skin, so very desperate, like he’s been starved of you, which he has, dragging his lips up to your jaw and back down to your collarbone and back up again like he can’t decide where he needs to be, like everywhere isn’t enough. his hips keep their rhythm but his mouth is everywhere, tasting you, breathing you in, and you feel the low sound he makes vibrate against your throat.
“just need you,” he mumbles against your skin. “just my girl—ah—just need my girl.”
you don’t answer. you can’t. he feels too good, in too deep, filling you so completely that coherent thought is somewhere far away and you never want to come back from this, never want to move from this exact spot, his weight and his warmth and his mouth on your skin.
his hips stutter, pace faltering, and you feel him getting close, but his hand slides between you without hesitation, thumb finding your clit, pressing in slow circles like even now, even while edging closer to his own release, he’s not going to cum without you. you gasp and clench around him and he groans into your neck.
“cum,” he breathes. ragged. “with me. cum with me, baby.”
you do. your walls grip and flutter around him and he comes apart right after, shuddering, face pressed hard into your neck, your name leaving him in breathless moan.
he stays there after. his body heavy, face in your neck, very still. you don’t move either. you’re not sure either of you could.
a long quiet moment passes.
“…sorry,” he says eventually. muffled against your skin.
“for what.”
“came straight from a mission.” he murmurs. “didn’t even shower. just got you all—” he shifts slightly, almost self conscious about it, which is so endearing on him you could cry. “sorry.”
you laugh softly, hand moving through his greyish blonde hair. “leon. i genuinely do not care.”
“still.” he lifts his head and looks at you, a little sheepish. “shower with me.”
he peels himself off you with great effort and pulls you up with him and you both stand there for a second, equally wrecked, and he looks at you in the low light of the bedroom with something so soft in his face.
then he takes your hand and walks you to the bathroom.
the water is warm and he washes your hair without being asked, big hands careful at your scalp, and you stand there with your eyes closed. he presses his lips to the top of your head when he’s done.
You’re on your knees for him, having taken his cock into your mouth only moments ago, the salty taste still pungent on your tongue. Hands running up and down his clothed thighs, you await your next command, oh so eager to please the man you’ve been waiting to see and touch for weeks.
“I wanna try something,” he says, voice dripping with sex, all honey and spice and marzipan. The way he’s looking down at you, his eyes heavy and low..that look alone could make you do anything for the man. He bends at the hips to lean over you, prompting you to tilt your head back even further. “That’s it. Open up.”
Holding your jaw in his hand, he moves his thumb across your plush, gloss-swiped lips, and once you do as you are told, he presses the digit onto your tongue, keeping the muscle flat as he shoots a glob of saliva down your throat. It’s lewd–probably one of the most disgusting things either of you have ever done to the other–but you revel in its obscenity.
“Swallow.” The order is gentle, but you obey, and he removes his hand so you can gulp down his spit. “Good girl.”
SYNOPSIS: One day, as you’re doing your spring cleaning, you come across Leon’s old RPD uniform. You ask him to try it on, but you didn't think you’ll like it as much as you did.
PAIRING: RE9 Leon Kennedy x Wife!Reader
WORD COUNT: 3.1k
WARNINGS/TAGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, Smut, fluff, a single rice grain of angst, mentions of Raccoon City and the outbreak, this happens after the events of Resident Evil Requiem, established relationship, fem!Reader, afab!Reader, dom!Leon x sub!Reader, cursing, uniform kink, bondage through handcuffs👀, slight roleplay, “sir” and “officer” kink?, ripping clothes, edging, nipple play, fingering, manhandling, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it please), full nelson position, creampie, kissing, making out, praise, dirty talk, teasing, pet names (Sweetheart, princess, love, darling, baby, good girl), aftercare
NOTES: Last day of 13 Days of Leon!! I LOOOOVE Leon in his RPD uniform, this is so self-indulgent😖 Also out of character? I lowkey don't see Leon ever doing this, but hey, this is fanfiction after all! I hope you enjoy this one, I went all out😝
“Alright, so that’s done…” You mumble to yourself after deep cleaning the kitchen. You rubbed away all the stuck oil from the stoves, broomed the floors, and even said goodbye to snacks you didn’t even know you had in your pantry. Everything was now organized and spotless as you appreciate your work.
You run through your mental checklist in your head. Bedroom? Done. Bathroom? Done. Living room? Done. Dining room? Done. Now all that’s left is the couple of closets that were throughout the apartment. You started with the one near the front door, though, there wasn’t much to do other than organize the endless amounts of leather jackets Leon kept up in there.
But yet again, you were doing your annual spring cleaning, so you ended up doing more than what was necessary. Once the closet was to your liking, you moved onto the next one, which was in the hallway leading to your and Leon’s shared bedroom. You don’t really go into this closet as much, as you usually have everything you need already out or stored in your own closet. Leon would use this closet a lot when he’s home, so you’d suspect there will be things such as tool kits or even some of his gear from work.
When you opened the closet, your suspicions were right. Along with those things were even more of his leather jackets, the safe he showed you a while back where he said there’s a handgun stored in case of emergencies, and a cardboard box. The closet was very full, but it seems like Leon kept a good job on keeping it clean. Nonetheless, some dusting wouldn’t hurt, especially since from what you remembered, he hasn’t been in this closet since he left for his mission a bit over a month ago.
Mindful of his belongings, you got the light coating of dust off everything, only touching things to move them out of the way to make sure you didn’t miss any spots. Once you got near the cardboard box, you lifted it off the shelf it was on and moved to place it on the ground, however, scribblings on top of it caught your eye. You looked at the box to see it was labeled “Raccoon City.”
You knew of the city, of what happened to it. It was after a bit over a year of dating Leon where he finally opened up about it. He was just going to his first day as a cop, was late, and stumbled into an apocalypse. Right place at the wrong time. He was the very few of many that managed to escape the place before it was wiped off the map. Leon actually went back to its ruins recently on a previous mission, to look for answers to the disease he was carrying. You were so relieved when he came back good as new.
Contemplation weighed on your shoulders as you stared at the box in your arms. You shouldn’t look into it, this is Leon’s personal belongings, but a feeling in you wanted to take a look at his past and what it contained. You decided against it, if he wants to show you its contents, he will when he is ready. As you stepped down the stepstool you brought it to put the box down on the floor, you heard the front door open.
“Sweetheart, I’m home!” Leon shouted as he closed the door behind him, paper rustling echoed throughout the apartment.
“Hi hun, I’m in here!” You exclaimed back as you dusted your hands off on your shorts. Leon appeared not even a second later carrying a bunch of paperbags.
“There you are. I bought the groceries you asked for dinner tonight,” Leon raised the bags a little before seeing what you were doing in the closet. “I see you’re still in the process of cleaning.”
“Yeah, almost done with it,” you said, a little nervous as you feel like you were caught, especially near that box. Leon caught you looking down, and followed your eyes to the box.
“Oh,” Leon said simply, “Seems like you found my box of memories.”
You were a little taken aback from his calm composure, but then, he is a trained agent. “Yeah. But don’t worry, I didn’t look in it or anything. Gosh, this looks so bad right now.”
Leon chuckles. “No, it doesn’t baby. I believe you.”
You both look down at the box some more.
“Do you want me to show you what’s inside? I feel like I can share this with you.” Leon says after the silence. Your eyes widen as you look up to him.
“Are you sure?” You ask.
“Yeah, I already told you enough context. Let me just put these groceries down in the kitchen,” Leon says as he walks away, “You bring the box to the bedroom. I’ll be right there.”
You took the box back into your arms, albeit a little shaky now. Whether that’s from excitement or anxiety, you couldn’t tell. You went into the room, placed it down on the bed before taking a seat next to it, patiently waiting for Leon. He then comes in, and you just couldn’t help but admire his appearance. How decades of battles have supposedly withered him, he aged with it perfectly. While it wasn’t graceful the whole process, he managed to be in a good spot now. Secure. Stable. Relaxed.
“Okay, let’s see what we got here,” Leon groaned out as he sat on the bed, “Haven’t looked into this box in a while myself.”
His calloused hands carefully unfolded the top of the box. Once opened, he took a peek inside while you waited for him to show you whatever he found. He dips his hand in and brings it out, holding something that shined in gold.
“It’s my police badge,” he said, almost like he was reminiscing. He held it out to you to see and you smiled, imagining him proudly displaying it on the job. Your smile grew smaller knowing he probably only had the chance to do it once. Leon brings his hand back and looks at it a little longer, running his thumb over the detailed surface before putting it back in the box. Rummaging through it, he chuckled when he lifted a square piece of paper.
“Ever wondered what I looked like as a rookie?” He asked as he turned the polaroid towards you. Your face reacted before you could stop it and you ripped the photo out of his hand.
“Stop-” You blinked hard at the photo. You couldn’t stop the grin growing on your face. There was your Leon, but he looked way younger, he looked like he had a baby face. He had squishy cheeks and still sported that side part he has now, but shorter. “You looked so cute!”
Leon smiled as his face turned slightly red from your reaction. “You’re telling me I don’t look cute now?”
You turned to him with a scoff. “You know that's not what I meant. You come back home bloody and battered and I still would call you cute. This is a wholesome kind of cute though.”
Leon laughed at your self defense. “Just messing with you, baby.” He held his hand out to take the photo back before putting it back. He then moved a couple things and inhaled sharply.
“What’d you find?” You asked softly. Leon went into the box with both hands now and brought it out. The room went still.
“It’s my cop uniform.” He said as he inspected it. It looked almost new.
“Oh. It looks very nice, not like the uniforms you see around today. This looks like it has personality and pride,” you said, trying to lighten the energy in the room as you took in the uniform. It consisted of a navy collared shirt with matching pants with shields for the knees and elbows and straps to hold resources. It would all be completed with the vest with the abbreviation RPD in big white, bold letters.
“Yeah, I was so excited to get it,” he smiled softly, “Kinda sucks I only wore it once.”
“Do you want to try it on now?” You said before you realized what you were asking. You can be asking that, now with this and now.
“Oh shit. That’s-” You panicked before his voice rang out to stop you.
“I guess it doesn’t hurt to try?” He looked at you, anticipation in his eyes. Your jaw slightly dropped, but the moment you got he was as curious as you were about the uniform, you shrugged and nodded your head. He took the uniform and went to the conjoined bathroom to change.
You waited on the bed, your hands together on your lap. Thoughts were running in your head saying this might be a little too far, that it was disrespectful to make him put the uniform on, especially since the last time he wore it, he was fighting for survival. The door then creaked open slowly.
“What do you think?” Leon asked as he stepped out. Your mouth flew open for the billionth time today.
The uniform looked amazing on him. While it might’ve fit slightly baggy on his rookie self, the uniform hugged his form perfectly. He looked like a seasoned professional cop going on a regular shift around town.
“The fabric has some pretty good stretch, but geez I don’t remember it being this fitted…” he dragged on as he looked down at himself.
“You look so good,” you said as you stood up from the bed and walked up to him. You ran your hands up his vest, still somehow able to feel the hard muscle underneath.
“You seem to enjoy this on me a little too much,” Leon teased.
“And if I say that I am? Is that wrong?” You ask cautiously. Leon looked into your eyes before his own darkened a bit. You know that look.
“Are… Are you being serious?” He asked slowly. You nodded your head, biting your lip. Leon then huffed out a laugh as he shook your head.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you planned this,” he said, and you swore his voice went down an octave as his hands landed on your waist. It was then you saw he also put his gloves on as well.
“Maybe I did,” You said as you leaned into him, “Officer.”
“Shit…” Leon breathed out before giving you a consuming kiss, “You can’t be calling me those things.”
“It’s just for tonight, sir. I’ll promise to be good,” you said as you caught your breath from his kisses.
“Yeah? You’ll be a good girl and not give me any trouble?” You nodded your head enthusiastically this time. He tutted as his hand went on to the back of your head, tilting your head up. “Use your words, princess. I get you have the right to remain silent and all, but not in here.”
“God…” you grinned hard to hide your snickering from his lame reference before getting back into whatever you two were playing. “Yes, sir. I will be on my best behavior.”
“Good,” Leon said as you leaned up to kiss him again. Then all the sudden, you were whipped around and felt Leon get your arms behind your back. You heard metal jingling when it hits you to what he is doing. Cold metal hits your wrists.
“Is this okay?” He asks, putting a brief pause to this roleplay you were doing. You answer by rubbing your ass on his crotch, feeling his hard on.
“More than okay. But if I may ask, officer, why did you cuff me?” You fake pouted over your shoulder. Leon snapped back into his role quickly.
“Just in case you pull anything,” Leon said as he turned you back around, holding your chin in between his thumb and index finger, “I trust you and all, but better be safe than sorry. It’s protocol.”
Leon then pushed you onto the bed. He moved the box to the floor before getting on top of you. He was practically devouring you with his eyes, and with your sense of not being able to touch anything or any part of him with your hands, it made everything feel much more intense. You squirmed under his gaze.
“Now what am I going to do with you…” Leon pondered as he looked down at your body.
“Maybe fuck me.” You said, which he was taken aback by your straightforwardness. However, he liked your new found confidence.
“As you wish,” he said as he looked at what seemed like your chest, thinking for a moment. He then puts his hands on your shoulders. “Gotta prep you first, though.”
You hear it before you feel it. The sound of fabric ripping.
You moaned as the cold air hit your torso, making your nipples pebble immediately as Leon tossed the ruined fabric to the side. He leaned down towards your breast, but didn't act before he said, “Don’t worry, I’ll buy you a new one later.”
His mouth enveloped one of your tits as his other gloved hand went to play with the other. You cried out in pleasure as everything that happened the past minute just made you wetter. You couldn’t go to grab at Leon’s hair like you usually do when he would suck and lick on your breasts, so you resorted to arching your back, trying to get more of your tit into his mouth. He seemed to get the message as he held you down and went to lather his mouth all over your other nipple.
As he did that, his other hand left your breast and started to slowly drag down your body. He slipped his hand under short shorts and dragged two fingers down your slit over your panties.
“Fuck, all wet already. Practically ruined these panties.” Leon’s voice dripped with lust as he tugs them to the side, running his fingers through your slick. You began to whine as he circled his finger perfectly over your clit, making you gush some more. He then brings two fingers to your entrance and slowly pushes it in.
“Damn, you’re so tight.” He moans out as he quickly goes to find that spongey spot inside you. He perfectly curls his fingers on it, causing you to let out breathy calls of his name. “There you go, darling. That’s it.”
He then adds his thumb back to your swollen pearl, circling it causing your cunt to open up more for him, allowing him to slide in a third digit. His fingers are long and thick, not equivalent to his cock, but does the same job as you're quickly approaching your climax. Just as you are teetering over the edge, it all gets taken away from you as Leon removes his hand from your pussy.
“Leon-” you exclaim as you feel the pressure between your legs instantly fade away. You clench around nothing as you hear him undo his belt. You open your eyes to see Leon crawl up the bed, confused until you are lifted to sit up against his chest.
Your eyes roll back as you feel Leon run his length through your folds from behind. He spreads your legs and lifts you up a bit, nudging the tip right on your entrance.
“Holy shit-” you say breathlessly once you realize this is how Leon is going to take you. You get cut off as he spears you onto his cock.
“Fuck baby!” He winces out as he feels overwhelmed with your walls closing in on his dick. He pushes you down some more every couple of seconds until he is fully bottomed out into your pussy. He lays his head over your shoulder, his breath warm on your pulse. “Let me know when you’re ready to continue, hun.”
Your mind is mush, already cockdrunk despite Leon just now getting in you. You eventually catch up and tell him, “Now, please, just move-fuck!”
Leon lifts you until only his tip remains in your pussy before pulling you back down again. He repeats this motion, grinding his hips up towards you to match your movements. You could only sit there and take it, as the handcuffs chains clinked from you pulling on it from behind.
Everything felt deliciously too much. The fabric of his vest rubbing harshly on your back to the firm grip Leon had on your thighs, it all felt so good. You brought a hand up to your breast to knead as you tried to support Leon with your bounces, his tip hitting on your g-spot with every downward movement.
Leon struggled to keep his eyes open as he fucked into you. He couldn’t miss a single second of the display right in front of him. Your legs parted displaying your swollen, stretched out pussy greedily taking his cock. Your tits bouncing with every movement as your head leaned on the other shoulder he is not on, almost drooling. He couldn’t resist the groan he let out at the sight of the creamy ring forming on the base of his dick whenever he lifted you up.
“Shit, you’re so good for me, such a good girl. Fuck-” Leon grunted into your ear before licking down your neck, biting down once he reached your shoulder. He then brought a hand to your count, assisting you on reaching your high as he pressed firm circles on your overstimulated clit. “Let’s get you there, yeah?”
You let out a scream of pleasure at all the sensations. After a couple more thrusts, your orgasm hit hard out of nowhere. You leaned forward, but Leon caught you by wrapping his arms around your waist and kept you up as you went through your aftershocks. He also used this hold to keep fucking up into you until he reached his own peak, spilling his thick, warm load deep inside you and with call of your name. He then leaned back into the headboard, taking you with him as his cock was still inside you, making you whine.
“Christ, that was a lot,” Leon huffed out, still catching his breath. He then looked down at you, moving your damp hair out of your face, “How are you doing, baby? You with me?”
“Mhmm…” you hummed out as you basked in the afterglow. Your bodies were sweaty and worn out, but damn that was one of the best fucks Leon has ever given you.
“Look at you, let’s clean you up, yeah?” Leon said as he slowly sat up and lifted you off his dick. Your combined juices quickly started to run down your thighs and Leon quickly picked you up bridal-style to bring you to the bathroom. You noticed his regular clothes from earlier on the counter as he placed you to sit on the toilet as he got out of his remaining uniform and turned to get the bath ready. You leaned back on the bathroom mirror and stared at your doting husband. How lucky you were to have him.
END NOTES: We finally completed 13 Days of Leon Kennedy!! Thank you so much for joining me on this ride and for your much appreciated patience. I wanted to do these 13 days right, and with how chaotic May-June was, I didn't want to rush any of it. Thank you for the 100 (now 300!!) followers, I hope you love this celebration as much as I did, lets do this again some time!!<33
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heyyy, i’m not the anon who request the brat fic, but i reaaaally liked it and I thought maybe you would be up to write this same request but for Joe?
"Brat" Joe edition
⋆⭒˚.⋆ Joe Keery x reader ⋆⭒˚.⋆
english is not my language please be kind and sorry if i wrote wrong :) requests are closed!
summary: After a long day on set, Joe comes home and you push every button you can, testing his patience with teasing and attitude, until he decides it’s time to remind you exactly who’s in charge.
warnings: explicit sexual content (18+), rough sex, oral sex (giving and receiving), fingering, spanking, degradation kink, praise kink, dirty talk
The apartment door clicked shut behind Joe with a heavy finality that made your stomach flip. You were sprawled across the oversized couch in nothing but one of his oversized hoodie and a pair of tiny black lace panties, scrolling on your phone like you hadn’t been waiting for him for hours. The second you heard his keys, you’d kicked your legs up higher, letting the hem of the sweatshirt ride up your thighs on purpose.
“Long day, baby?” you called out sweetly, not even looking up, your voice dripped with mock innocence.
Joe dropped his bag by the door and ran a hand through his messy brown hair. He looked tired,sweatshirt clinging to his broad shoulders, jeans slung low on his hips, but the second his eyes landed on you, that familiar spark ignited.
The one that said he knew exactly what game you were playing.
“You’re in a mood tonight, huh?” He toed off his shoes and stalked toward the couch, voice low and rough from a full day of filming.
You finally glanced up, batting your lashes. “Me? I’ve been an angel, just waiting for my big strong boyfriend to come home and entertain me.”
He stopped at the edge of the couch, towering over you. Joe was tall, all lean muscle and effortless charm, but when he got that look, dark eyes narrowed, jaw tight, he became something else entirely.
Something that made heat pool low in your belly.
“Entertain you?” He reached down, plucking the phone from your hands and tossing it onto the coffee table. “You’ve been sending me texts all day. ‘Hurry up, I’m bored.’ ‘Bet you can’t make me behave tonight.’ Real subtle, princess.”
You grinned, stretching lazily so the sweatshirt rode up even further, exposing the curve of your ass. “Did it work?”
Joe’s hand shot out, gripping your ankle and yanking you down the couch until you were flat on your back, then he loomed over you, one knee pressing between your thighs. “You know it did, now you’re gonna deal with the consequences.”
Your heart raced.
This was exactly what you wanted, the brat in you thrived on pushing him until he snapped. You tilted your chin up defiantly.
“Make me.”
His laugh was dark, low, sending shivers down your spine. “Oh, baby, you’re gonna regret that.”
He didn’t give you time to respond, Joe’s mouth crashed down on yours, hungry and demanding, his tongue swept in, claiming you instantly, while his hands roamed, sliding up under the sweatshirt to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing over your already hard nipples. You moaned into the kiss, arching up into him, but when he pinched one nipple sharply, you gasped and tried to twist away.
“Uh-uh,” he murmured against your lips. “You wanted attention. You’re getting all of it.”
He pulled back just enough to peel the sweatshirt off you, leaving you in nothing but those tiny panties. His eyes raked over your body like he was starving.
“Look at you, already soaked through these pathetic little things. Been thinking about this all day, haven’t you?”
You bit your lip, fighting a smirk. “Maybe… or maybe I was just bored and decided to play with myself while you were gone.”
Joe’s eyes flashed and in one swift move, he flipped you onto your stomach, yanking your hips up so your ass was in the air. His palm cracked down hard on your right cheek, the sound echoing through the living room.
“Fuck!” you yelped, but pushed back into it, craving more.
“Brat,” he growled, spanking the other cheek just as hard. “You don’t touch what’s mine without permission. These orgasms? They belong to me tonight.”
Another sharp smack, then another, your skin burned deliciously, heat spreading through you as you moaned into the couch cushion. Joe rubbed over the marks he’d left, soothing and teasing at the same time.
“Count them,” he ordered.
“Four,” you gasped as the next one landed.
He kept going until your ass was stinging and your thighs trembled. By ten, you were dripping, aching for him to touch you properly, but Joe wasn’t done playing.
He hooked his fingers into your panties and dragged them down your legs, tossing them aside. Cool air hit your soaked pussy, making you clench around nothing.
“So fucking pretty when you’re dripping for me,” he praised, voice rough.
Two thick fingers slid through your folds, circling your clit before plunging inside without warning, you cried out, pushing back onto his hand.
“Joe…fuck…”
“Yeah? This what you needed?”
He curled his fingers, hitting that perfect spot instantly, his other hand fisted in your hair, pulling your head back so he could lean down and bite at your neck. “Gonna fuck the attitude right out of you, baby. Make you my good little girl again.”
You whimpered, hips rocking desperately. He added a third finger, stretching you, pumping faster. The wet sounds were obscene, mixing with your broken moans. Just as you felt that coil tightening, he pulled his hand away completely.
“No!” you protested, trying to chase his fingers.
He laughed, low and mean, and flipped you onto your back again. “Bad girl don’t get to come that easy.”
Joe stood up, stripping off his sweatshirt and shirt in one go, his chest was toned, faint freckles across his shoulders from time spent outside. You watched hungrily as he undid his jeans, pushing them and his boxers down. His cock sprang free, thick, long, already leaking at the tip, and you licked your lips.
“On your knees,” he commanded.
You scrambled to obey, sliding off the couch onto the floor between his legs. Looking up at him through your lashes, you gave him your brattiest smile. “Make me.”
His hand tangled in your hair, guiding your mouth to his cock. “Open.”
You parted your lips, taking him in slowly, teasingly swirling your tongue around the head. Joe groaned, hips twitching, but he didn’t thrust yet. You hollowed your cheeks, sucking harder, taking him deeper until he hit the back of your throat.
“Fuck, that’s it. Good girl… taking me so well.”
His praise made you moan around him, the vibration pulling another curse from his lips.
You worked him with enthusiasm, bobbing your head, using your hand on what you couldn’t fit, tongue pressing along the underside. Just when he started rocking into your mouth, you pulled back with a wet pop, grinning up at him with spit-slick lips.
“Thought you were gonna fuck my throat or something. Getting lazy, old man?”
Joe’s eyes darkened dangerously, he gripped your jaw, thumb pressing into your lower lip. “You really wanna play that game tonight?”
Before you could answer, he shoved his cock back into your mouth, thrusting deep. You gagged around him, eyes watering, but the heat between your legs only grew. He fucked your mouth with controlled snaps of his hips, holding you in place while you drooled and moaned.
“Such a filthy brat. Love choking on my cock, don’t you?”
You could only hum in response, tears pricking your eyes as he used your throat. When he finally pulled out, strings of saliva connected your lips to his glistening cock. You gasped for air, chest heaving.
Joe hauled you up and bent you over the arm of the couch, kicking your legs apart. He rubbed the head of his cock through your folds, teasing your entrance.
“Beg for it.”
You shook your head, pushing back against him instead. “Make me want it.”
He spanked you hard, then thrust in halfway, stretching you open. You moaned loudly, fingers digging into the couch. Another thrust and he buried himself to the hilt, filling you completely.
The fullness was overwhelming….perfect.
“Joe….oh my god…”
He set a brutal pace, hips slamming against your reddened ass with every thrust. One hand gripped your hip hard enough to bruise, the other reached around to rub tight circles on your clit.
“You feel that? This pussy was made for me. So tight, so wet. Gonna ruin you for anyone else.”
You cried out with every deep stroke, the angle hitting your g-spot relentlessly. Pleasure built fast and sharp. Your bratty mouth kept going even as you fell apart.
“Is that all you got? Thought you were gonna tame me…”
Joe growled, pulling out suddenly and flipping you onto your back on the couch. He hooked your legs over his shoulders, folding you in half as he sank back inside with one powerful thrust. This position was deeper, more intense. His face hovered above yours, eyes locked on you as he pounded into you.
“Still talking shit?” He kissed you messily, biting your lip. “Come on, baby, come on my cock like the desperate you are.”
His words and the relentless drag of his cock sent you spiraling. You came hard, clenching around him, vision whiting out as pleasure crashed through you. Joe didn’t stop, fucking you through it, drawing it out until you were shaking.
He pulled out, breathing hard, and manhandled you onto your knees again, this time facing the couch, he entered you from behind once more, slower this time, savoring the way you fluttered around him.
“Gonna fill you up,” he panted, one hand wrapping loosely around your throat. Not squeezing hard, just enough to remind you who owned you. “Gonna pump you so full you’ll feel me for days.”
“Yes…please, Joe…”
He reached down, rubbing your oversensitive clit again. The second orgasm hit you even harder, ripping a scream from your throat. Joe followed right after, burying himself deep as he came with a guttural groan, pulsing inside you.
For a moment, the only sounds were your ragged breathing. Joe stayed inside you, pressing soft kisses along your spine, his hand gently stroking your side.
“You okay, baby?” he murmured, voice soft now that the scene was winding down.
You nodded, boneless and satisfied. “Mmm. Best kind of taming.”
He chuckled, carefully pulling out and gathering you into his arms. He carried you to the bedroom, laying you down gently before disappearing to the bathroom, he returned with a warm cloth, cleaning you up tenderly, then crawled into bed beside you, pulling you against his chest.
“You’re still a brat,” he said affectionately, kissing your forehead.
You smiled sleepily, nuzzling into him. “And you love it.”
notes : wrote this with DI!leon in my head ofc ehhehe, i just know his breeding kink is crazyyy in this era, also literally not proof read so sorry for any errors lol
credits to the owner of the divider!
leon lets out a shuddering groan as he felt your walls contracting against his moving cock inside you. he has you locked in a mating press with his bulging biceps on the sides of your head and his hips drilling inside you like an animal.
the mattress moved underneath you as he made himself snug inside your walls while his balls throbbed and kept hitting your skin.
"like that, baby?". he breathed out causing you to mewl and arch your back. "fuck, thats good".
he closed his eyes for a few moment to savor the slick and heat as he felt your pussy pulse against him before he moved his hips deeper causing you to scream and claw at his sides.
"give it to me, come on, come on". a low growl vibrated in his chest as he hits it deep and dragged it out before pushing back in that youre so sure that if you look down, you would see a moving figure in your tummy.
you whimpered as you raise your head to try to catch his lips but he just lets out a small laugh.
"want a kiss? no can do, give me your cum first baby then i'll give you a kiss". your legs quivered on top of his shoulders as he leaned his weight down on you more and burying his face on your neck.
his skin hits yours loudly and is mixing with your needy mewls for him and then when his teeth latched on the side of your jaw, your vision goes blurry, a silent scream came out your mouth and your cum flooded out that it coated his cock.
"thats a good girl, my good girl". he pressed a kiss on the part that he bit before he grunted as he moved his hips in a short, hard thrusts causing you to shake.
"t—too much, l-leon, please". you sobbed as you creamed his cock deliciously and you moaned when he particularly hit that spot again.
"your pussy says otherwise, baby". he grunted when he felt your hips bucking up against him. "im close, s-so fucking close".
you panted yes, more against his ear and you felt like you just didnt came a few seconds ago because your arching your back up again, nails scratching his skin and your hips are moving up to try to match his pace. you could feel every throb of his cock inside you and its enough to make you all feel hot again.
"want me fill you up, hm? make you all round and pretty". he spoke on your ear and he felt you clench tightly on him while begging for his cum. "yeah, you want that. gonna give it all to you, mama".
with another push of his hips into you, you shuddered and whimpered when you felt his cock give a jerk before spurting his cum inside of you.
then he didnt even give you another minute before he's pulling out and flipping you in all fours with a tug of your waist closer to him.
"gonna make sure it takes, baby". he pressed a sweet kiss on your bare shoulders before he's pushing inside of you again.
A collection of drabbles featuring my favorite video game men, all inspired by Lana Del Rey songs
Pairing: Dad!Leon Kennedy x Nanny!Reader
Rating: Explicit
Summary: You've been a nanny to your widowed employer's children for the last four years, and have been harboring a nasty crush on the man for the past two. Maybe tonight you'll act on those feelings and find out whether or not they're reciprocated.
Tags: breeding kink, age difference, older man/younger woman, unprotected sex
Word Count: 3.9k
I'm ovulating and I'm fucking crazy. I'm so, so sorry...
There’s a reason you put on makeup when you work for Mr. Kennedy.
And why you wear something fitted under your sweaters, which would always–oddly enough–be yanked off whenever the kids were tucked in bed and Mr. Kennedy would come through the front door.
Tonight is no exception.
Keys jangle as he tosses them onto the crescent-moon table in the foyer. The sound echoes off the walls, alerting you like Pavlov’s dog to strip your top layer: a wool knit piece that comes in handy when you pedal your bike back to your apartment and the chill is amplified by the breeze thrashing against your skin.
You’re left in nothing but a nearly-sheer piece of cotton. A white t-shirt that clings to your skin, and the lace bra beneath it. Just that and your jeans–low rise ones that flare at your ankles and do something magnificent to your ass. Looking at your figure in the reflection of the window, the pane now inky black and mottled with rain, you blush, wondering if you’re being far too obvious with your outfit choice.
Too late to do anything about it now. Your name is called from the hallway by the disembodied voice of your employer, his steps following, which grow clearer as he meets you in the kitchen.
“Hi there,” he says. “How’d it go today?” His question cuts through the silence you were left with once you tucked the kids in bed an hour ago and threatened to withhold ice cream from them tomorrow if they dared to leave their rooms. At eight and ten, they take those sorts of promises very seriously. Not a peep have you heard since.
You greet him with a smile. “So great. We had pancakes for breakfast this morning, played a few games, and then I took them to the pool for the rest of the day.”
“Sounds like a blast.”
“What about you? Did you have a good day?”
“It was long.” He quickly changes the subject. “Are they in bed?”
“A bunch of sleeping beauties,” you reply sweetly, sliding your hands into the back pockets of your jeans. Mr. Kennedy stands on the other side of the island, already pouring himself a drink from the collection of alcohol he keeps safely away from the children, locked in a cabinet. “Swimming always tuckers them out, so it was pretty easy getting them in bed.”
“Oh, good. Thanks for taking them by the way,” he says, his gruff voice no match for the polite words he speaks with it. He takes a swig of his drink, the amber liquid sloshing against his upper lip. “I hope they didn’t give you too much trouble.”
You shake your head to dismiss the notion of his children misbehaving. Truthfully, they’re angels, both of them. Beside the fact that neither of them like to obey their bed time, they’re the sweetest kids you’ve ever met, completely pliant and quick to listen. “No, of course not. They were perfect. As always.”
“Good, good.” Another gulp, this time taking the entire shot down his throat, setting the crystal glass back onto the counter. It clinks against the swirling marble top.
He’s dressed in slacks and a white button-down shirt–the typical uniform he dons during the work week. Not that you see him any other time–not often, at least.
The sight practically makes you salivate, eyes glistening across the forearms he reveals as he unbuttons the cuffs of his sleeve, rolling the fabric up to his elbows. They stay affixed to him as he loosens the argyle tie around his neck, tilting his head side to side to release the tension there. Mr. Kennedy is a handsome man, the fact never having been lost on you.
He groans under his breath, pouring himself another drink, eyes glued to the glass as though he’s completely forgotten you’re standing four feet away on the opposite pole of the island. It’s a signal you’re receptive enough to understand. He’s had a long day and it’s time for you to go. He never says it explicitly, being far too polite to kick you out of his home after you watched his children for the previous eight hours. Instead, he simply starts his routine around you, which typically begins with a drink, and lets you fill in the blanks.
“Is there anything you’d like me to do before I get out of your hair?” You ask meekly, grabbing your phone, wallet, and keys from the counter, suddenly feeling shy and far too exposed.
“Right. Sorry, kid, I’m kind of out of it tonight,” he says, downing the second shot. Licking the dribble of liquor from his lips, he glances up. His eyes quickly dart past you, looking out the bay window behind the breakfast table. His brows knit together. “You’re not planning on biking home in that, are you?”
“Um, yeah, I guess I have to” you say matter-of-factly, pivoting just slightly toward the window. You heard the thunder earlier, but just now noticed the lightning striking in flashes behind the storm clouds hanging low. “I’ll be fine–”
“No,” he interjects, waving a dismissive hand. “I’ll drive you home, come on.”
You hesitate as he grabs his suit jacket off the back of the barstool. “Mr. Kennedy…”
He crooks an eyebrow, glancing up at you. “Yeah?”
“You had two drinks.”
His shoulders fall and he nods, pressing his palms onto the counter. “Right, of course. You can stay here tonight.”
Parting your lips to speak, he makes sure you know there’s no use in refusing the invitation, and the next thing you know, he’s at the door of the guest bedroom with a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt.
“Here you go, sweetie,” he says, the pet name dripping from his tongue like honey, the tongue that is loosened by liquor. The tongue that knows better than to get too cozy with a girl half his age.
“Thanks,” you give in return, taking the clothes from his hands, not shutting the door, not turning around, not telling him to leave.
Your eyes fall to the articles–the feminine floral print of the pants–and you begin to wonder if these belonged to her at one point.
The former Mrs. Kennedy who made your employer a single father four years ago, leaving him with two young children, a tricky predicament given the nature of his career. All the traveling, the sudden deployments to foreign countries you couldn’t place on a map. Apparently she couldn’t handle it, and left her children to bear the brunt.
He had hired you while you were a freshman in college and needed the extra cash to mitigate the cost of living–part-time while the kids were in school, full-time during the summer. Once you graduated last year, unable to find a lucrative job in your field and already drowning in debt, Mr. Kennedy offered to take you on as a full-time nanny. He paid you way too much and the perks were impossible to turn down.
Perks that seem to be quickly expanding.
“For bed,” he details, an unnecessary addition, as he lingers in the doorway. “Though you look really nice in those–in that…yeah.” His eyes fall down your figure, taking in your denim-clad thighs, the strip of midsection poking out from under your shirt.
“Oh, thank you.” You sound much shyer than you intend, blushing fiercely beneath the compliment, cheeks turning an even deeper shade of red (you’re sure) as he steps closer. The smell of whiskey still strong on his breath as he exhales through parted lips. His presence, closer than it has ever been before, makes your stomach drop to your knees, which are consequently as solid as jelly on a platter by now.
“Mr. Kennedy–”
“Leon,” he corrects for the thousandth time, taking another step forward, causing you to take one backward, giving him enough space to close the door behind him. You know what’s coming next. “I’ve told you to call me Leon.”
“Leon,” you repeat, his name as sweet as candy on your tongue. “What are you doing?” The question is silly, considering you know exactly what he is doing, that you’ve been dreaming of this exact moment for the past two years–that you have left subtle hints whether in the way you glance at him from beneath your lashes, or wear outfits that show off your curves, all in the hope that he would do this exact thing.
His hands move to the waist band of your jeans, quickly making work of the button, the zipper. “Helping you get undressed,” he speaks into your mouth as he plants a kiss there, the vibrations of his speech tickling your bottom lip. “Is that alright?”
You nod, leaning into the kiss, pressing your body against his but not close enough to keep him from the ministrations at your jeans.
He jolts away as if your body’s on fire, running a manic hand down his face as he mumbles something incoherent to himself, his back flush against the door.
“What is it?” Your brows bind as you inch toward him, approaching with caution as though he’s a scared animal, backed into a corner.
“I’m sorry. Tell me to stop.” It’s not an option given in the event you get cold feet. It’s a plea whispered in desperation.
He spits out a string of excuses, none of which are strong enough to turn you away.
I’m too old.
You’re too young.
You’re my employee.
I pay you. It would feel like I’m taking advantage of you, and I don’t want to put you in that position.
Something about the dynamics of it all. They’re bad, he promises. So bad.
“No, Leon. The last thing I want you to do is to stop.” You step forward to place a palm on his cheek. Now that you’re up close again, you’re able to admire the details of his face: lines on either side of his mouth, the fine wrinkles near his eyes, the crease between his brow–all reminders that Leon is a man who has lived.
“Fuck,” he hisses, kissing you on the lips once more as his hands move from your unzipped jeans to the hem of your t-shirt, which is quickly removed and discarded to the floor, leaving your upper body covered in nothing by the lace of your bra. His rough, calloused hand crawls up the curve of your waist to cup your breast, applying not even a unit of pressure.
“I’ve been wanting this for so long,” he confesses, his thumb grazing over your nipple, hardened through the fabric. His voice is strained, the admission coming out weak and without any power behind it. “But I’m not sure I should.” He huffs another swear under his breath. “I shouldn’t.” His hands don’t leave your body, however.
“You think you’re the only one who has been waiting for this?” He glances up at you, blue eyes wild and savage. “I want this, Leon. More than anything. Please don’t leave me now.”
It’s your turn to kiss him, pressing your lips to his in a brush of hunger. Tooth and tongue meet in a marriage of fire and need. There’s passion behind this kiss, no longer chaste and sweet as the ones that came before, strained with hesitation.
“I’ve wanted you too,” you promise, hands weaving through his hair. The strands, silky and smooth, tickle your palm like blades of grass beneath bare feet. “For as long as I can remember.”
“You don’t know how good it feels to hear that.”
You have an idea.
“Can I take these off?” He asks, gesturing to your pants. You give him a simple nod of approval, and expect him to rip them off, then and there. Instead, he grabs you with one arm, and your legs reflexively wrap around his hips as he carries you a few feet to the bed, setting you down gingerly on the mattress. The bed dressings are cool beneath you, a paradoxical sensation against the heat of his hands as they make work of your pants, your panties, the clasp of your bra behind your back.
He mumbles at the sight of your bare breasts, your pussy damp and dewy, glistening beneath the pale moonlight that seeps through the window. It’s odd being so exposed in front of him, seeing that he is still fully clothed, and looking down at you, a puddle of wanton desire on the sheets. The chill from the air conditioning does nothing to soothe the itch of vulnerability crawling up your spine, leaving goosebumps across your skin, little marks that prove your need.
Your hands extend to his belt buckle, your feet flat on the mattress, knees bent at either side of your hips as he places his palms on the caps, caressing them.
“Not yet,” he says, manually pressing your thighs together to block the goal of your outreached arms. “Let’s stay like this for a while, okay?” Him, dressed in his work slacks and button-up. You, naked and bare.
He comes down onto his forearms, bracketing your head as one hand smoothes the hair at your temple, the other holding your cheek. Your legs open to accommodate his size, hips already burning at the stretch.
For what feels like hours, every torturous moment passing by at a turtle’s pace, he kisses you, deeply and with such intimate care. You wonder if he’s being a tease on purpose, or if he’s just that into you, holding off on his own desires–the ones shooting down between his legs, causing a strain at his pants–to savor the taste of your mouth.
“More, Daddy,” you cry out beneath the ache that begins to boil between your legs.
Leon stills at your lips, tilting his head back just an inch to look down at you. He’s wearing a smirk.
Your eyes grow wide and your cheeks burn with shame. “Oh no, I’m so sorry,” you choke, cupping a hand over your mouth at the realization of what you just said. Against your palm, you continue to explain the slip. “I guess I’m just used to hearing the kids call you that and I–”
“It’s okay,” he says, cutting off your rambling with a chuckle before giving you a sweet kiss on the cheek. “Don’t be embarrassed.” You can feel him smiling against your face, though he’s trying to hide in the crook of your neck, picking up the lobe of your ear between his teeth.
“Easier said than done,” you retort, still feeling warmth blistering across your skin like a disease.
“If it makes you feel better,” he starts, pulling back to look at you, cocking his head, “I kind of like it when you say it.” Crinkling the bridge of his nose, it’s like he can’t believe the words that just come out of his mouth.
“Really?” Your voice raises an octave, more shrill than you anticipated.
“Yeah, but don’t read into that too much, ‘kay?”
“‘Kay.”
And he goes back to kissing you, long and hard, like there’s more than twenty-four hours in the day and he can afford to waste them all. You let him make love to your mouth, granting his tongue entry to wherever it pleases. His fingers too. They head south, tip-toeing down your bare abdomen to your bare cunt. Three of them, mean and punishing, plunge into you, stretching your walls.
You whine at the sensation, the pain so deliciously sweet, you crave the feeling of your muscles being pushed to their limits before you get used to the size and the pain dissipates. It leaves a wave of pleasure in its wake, causing your back to arch off the mattress, your thighs to quake.
He knows what he’s doing, crooking his fingers at the knuckle, searching for the spot that will make you whine like a dog in heat. He finds it, all too quickly, and your climax builds…all too fast.
“Ah,” he coos. “There it is.”
Your hips buck uncontrollably, the muscles of your abdomen contracting. The familiar pattern apprises you of your impending orgasm, and you quickly wrap your arms around Leon’s clothed back, scratching at his trapezius through the soft cotton of his shirt.
He takes your I’m so close as an invitation to stop.
“Wha–”
“We’re not done yet.”
He pushes himself off the mattress, sucking your arousal from his fingers. Then, he starts to tear at his clothing, removing article after article until he’s standing in front of the foot of the bed, fully nude. You knew he was a government agent, but you did not know that government agents looked like that. Soldiers, maybe. Paid fighters, definitely. It just goes to show how little you know about his job.
A body chiseled by the mallet of the good Lord himself stands before you. With cartoonishly big eyes, you drink up every inch–every line of his abdomen, the strength he carries in his square shoulders, the bulge of his biceps. His skin is smooth, mottled with a few translucent scars here and there, blue veins that creep up his arms like vines on a tree trunk. His pileous chest is sprinkled with thin, dark hair–thinner near his collarbone–but coarse as it trails down the line of his abs and between the sharp bones of his hips, right above his cock. It’s just as pretty as he is, of course. You had guessed so yourself.
He needn’t ask if you like what you see, especially not as you cry out for him to hurry up and get inside you, and definitely not when tears fall from the tips of your lashes as he thrusts inside you over and over.
Leon has you bent in half, your knees pressed up by your breasts by his palms as they grip the backs of your legs like they’re his last tether to earth. Bottoming out, he curses something as sharp as the breath he sucks in through gritted teeth.
You’re not sure how your body is able to stretch to welcome his size sans orgasm, but you’re glad it does, because you wouldn’t trade this feeling for the most precious gem. The stretch is delicious and mean as he pulls out and enters you once more with twice the ferocity.
You whine, grappling at his bare back for any ledge to anchor yourself, sure you’re slipping off the edge of the world until you can dig the pads of your fingers into the sinew of his shoulder blades, pulling him further down onto you.
Leon is completely cool and collected as he works through his pleasure, a stark contrast to the way you’re yelping and writing beneath him. He rolls his hips, the movement as fluid and smooth as that of waves lapping onto the shore.
“You take such good care of my kids, baby,” he whispers in your ear, breath humid against your skin. For a man you know to be of very few words outside of it, Leon sure is talkative in the bedroom. You’re not complaining, though, the sound of his voice going straight to your clit, like the lightning bolt that shoots through the summer storm outside. “Such a good mommy to them.”
Mommy. That’s not something you’ve heard before.
You giggle, and he retreats, pulling back from your face so he has room to gaze down upon it, taking half the length of his cock with him, the absence of the last four inches excruciating. “What’s the problem?” There’s a playful mirth in his voice you don’t get to hear very often. “You can call me ‘Daddy’ but I can’t return the favor?”
Still giggling, you shake your head ever so slightly. “No, of course not. It’s just funny, that’s all.”
He clicks his tongue in disapproval, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lip. “Nothing funny about it, sweetheart. Closest thing to a mother they’ve got.” The tip of his cock kisses your cervix as he thrusts his full length into you once more. You yelp at the stretch. “What do you say you give me another one, huh?”
Your eyes shoot wide open, but you’re not sure whether the catalyst of your shock is what Leon said or why the idea sends a warm gush between your thighs. It’s scary just how much that turns you on and just how much you want to explore this newfound pleasure.
“What?”
Maybe the time for this conversation isn’t when he’s fucking you out of your mind, but you humor him regardless, expecting the notion to be nothing more than pillow talk–words sputtered when the blood rushes from your brain to other parts, leaving you dumb and undependable.
“Give me a baby,” he says, voice steady, unwavering. Perhaps there’s still blood pumping to Leon’s brain because he seems far less air-headed than you do at the moment.
It’s sobering just how calm he is.
“Are you serious?”
There’s nothing but stark sincerity in his eyes as he narrows them down at you. “Dead serious, sweetheart. I mean it.”
He ignores you, head dipping to watch the act taking place between your two bodies. You follow him with your gaze, watching his cock piston into your pussy like a machine, his battering tip visible at your lower stomach. The sight–a testament to your union–makes you dizzy, so dizzy you think about granting him his every wish, despite everything it would mean for you.
“Fuck, I’m so close.” He returns to look at you, brows furrowed. “Are you on birth control?”
“N–no,” you stutter as he thrusts even harder into you. “But I have a condom in my bag–”
“No, no condom,” he growls.
You should push him away, scratch at his back, claw up his face–anything until he removes himself from you–but you don’t. You’re stupefied beneath the idea of Leon wanting to have a child with you. It should scare you–you’re not married, not even in a relationship. You’re his nanny, the otherwise unemployed and listless twenty-something that watches his children and gets paid to do so. You’re not his wife. You’re not even his girlfriend. Yet he wants you to be the one to grow his family.
“I’m gonna come inside, yeah?” He looks at you, begging for permission. “You’ll have my baby?” For some insane, illogical reason, you give it, nodding like a bobble head. Whether not you’ll regret this in ten minutes when the fog of pleasure has worn off, or in nine months when your little crush has his eyes and your nose…you’re not sure. All you know now is that there’s nothing you want more than for Mr. Kennedy to make you his–not just through the monetary exchange of a check every Friday, an employment contract; but through a shared life the two of you helped create.
“Yes, please,” you cry out, the thought alone pushing you toward your peak. “I will.” You’re no longer able to stave off your climax, and the pleasure is suddenly too intense. Walls clenching erratically, abdominal muscles tensing, you reach your high. It only ushers Leon into his own orgasm, and before you know it, he’s shooting his spend up inside you, painting your walls, making good on his threat.
Summary: After a day of endless teasing from you, Leon is pent up to the point of no return. During a fancy dinner you decide to take it a step further, which ends in Leon bending you over the balcony railing.
Warnings: SMUT, MDNI, curse words, public sex, fingering, P in V, lots of teasing, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, Reader and Leon are the same age (late fourties), slight voyeurism bc of public balcony
A/N: Hello my Sweethearts and welcome to the second part of the 2k Followers celebration. I am so excited to show you Leon’s oneshot! This boiling hot idea won and it came from my wonderful, beautiful, whimsy fairy bestie @tothelions. You can find her idea here. (I love your brain! You know it but I will tell you again!) Once again, I would like to thank everyone for being so welcoming and supportive of me and my fics. This was so so so fun to write. I have a thing for these night settings, especially with a skyline view. On top of that, I added a hot idea my champagne anon mentioned: you can find it here. Without further ado, I hope you enjoy this wild ride and I would be so so happy to hear your opinions. So much love, Shell xo
“You won’t forget about the dinner tonight, right?” You asked, leaning against the doorframe as you watched Leon reading through some papers. He seemed to be deep in thought, the wrinkles on his forehead becoming more prominent.
His desk looked messier than usual, implying that he had been working non-stop. Thank God, it was Friday already.
“Hm?” He asked, looking up in your direction. It was obvious that he hadn’t been listening to you at all, with his mind being still clouded with work and various other duties that were waiting for him.
“The dinner tonight,” you repeated with a chuckle as you approached him. It was a dinner hosted by the DSO, officially. Well, more or less. Only the highest members were invited, and that obviously included Leon and you. What was originally planned as a small gathering between coworkers had turned into an uptight dinner event over the years. The two of you were never particularly thrilled for these kinds of parties. If it were up to you, you’d end up on the couch with your favorite wine and a movie playing in the background; however, that wasn’t in the cards for you tonight.
“Yeah, I remember,” he muttered, leaning back into his chair.
“You sound just as excited as I am,” you joked as you stood behind him. You placed your hands on his shoulders and started to lightly massage the tense muscles there. “You need to relax a little more,” you whispered.
He groaned lowly, leaning into your touch. You focused on the tight knots, putting just the right amount of pressure on them to help ease the tension.
“Easier said than done, love,” he said as he looked back to the papers in his hands. You only hummed in agreement. The last few weeks had been hectic and stressful, and there hadn’t really been any chance for spending a little bit of quality time together. Not even on the weekends. Unfortunately, bioterrorism threats rarely cared about regular working hours.
“Maybe it will boost your motivation when I tell you that I bought a new dress for the occasion.” You smiled, letting your hands wander from his neck down his upper body. “Even in your favorite color,” you continued, your voice dropping lower.
“That definitely helps.” A slight smirk crossed his features as he watched your hands making their way down his torso. You bent down a little to give him a few kisses on his neck as well.
He closed his eyes at your delicate touches, hissing when one of your hands brushed over his bulge. It could have been dismissed as an accident, but it was never accidental with you. Especially not now when you had been teasing him the whole day already. He loved it, he really did, but it was on the brink of getting painful, considering that there was simply no time to indulge in each other and releaseyourselves.
“What do you think you’re doing, hm?” He asked, the papers in his hand long forgotten.
“I am just trying to help my husband relax,” you stated in a sweet-sounding voice. Your hands brushed another time over his clothed dick, this time with a little more pressure.
He gently grabbed your wrist, stopping you from moving any further. “I feel like this is doing the opposite, actually."
"Unless..." he slightly turned his head to look at your face. “You intend to do something about it.”
You grinned, enjoying the satisfactory proof that he was just as worked up as you were. And it was all because of you and your mischievous provocations. With excruciating slowness, you started palming his member until you felt him hardening under your touch. Not to sound too cocky, but there was something oddly satisfying about knowing how easy it was for you to get him hard.
“As much as I’d love to help you, I have another meeting in 10 minutes,” you explained with a smile, pulling back slightly and letting your hands drift back to his shoulders. He sighed, letting his head fall against the headrest.
“Of course you do,” he muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Aw c’mon. Besides, I don’t want to distract you from work.” You smirked, giving his shoulders a few more squeezes before making your way back to the door.
“Too late for that,” he chuckled lowly, watching as you reached for the door handle. “So that’s it? You’re leaving me here with a boner?” He asked.
“Just look forward to tonight. When we get home, I might let you help me out of said dress,” you said, taking one last glance back at him. “Like a reward.” You winked before disappearing into the busy hallway.
He let his gaze linger on the door you'd just disappeared through before forcing his attention back to the papers on his desk. Which, admittedly, wasn't all that easy when the blood in his body had decided his brain was no longer its priority.
“This woman will be the death of me,” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head with a slight grin.
Maybe this was your final payback after the most recent times he'd driven you crazy in the most inappropriate settings.
The mutual teasing had become a well-established part of your marriage. Being married for over twenty years and working as elite agents meant it sometimes took creativity to keep certain things, like intimacy, from falling by the wayside. Showing how much you craved and longed for each other and how there was still the same lust and desire as twenty years before, seemed to be your secret recipe. The only difference was that by now it felt even deeper and more grounded.
The rest of the day went about the same. Not-so-accidental touches when you met him in the hallway, sultry remarks whispered into his ear during a short meeting, and a peck on the lips that lasted a tad too long on the drive home.
Leon handled it like a pro for the most part, holding onto the thought of ravishing you as soon as he had you all to himself again.
Once you arrived at your apartment, Leon's hands were on you. He was so good at charming his way into your heart that he was convinced you couldn’t say no. Not when he seductively offered to do it in the shower. Or in the hallway. Or in the car. Or on the couch.
Such damn tempting offers, if it weren't for the fact that you weren’t done teasing him. So instead of giving in, you’d put him off with the same excuse of not having enough time until you had to leave for the dinner. Surely, it would have been enough time for a quick release, but that was not what you wanted. You wanted him losing his mind for you. You wanted him so worked up that he couldn’t think straight anymore. So desperate that he was ready to pull you into the next empty hallway to take you against the wall.
If only you’d known by then how that would play out later.
“Leon? Will you help me with the dress?” You called from the bedroom. You’d slipped into your silky midnight-blue dress that ended just above your knees. It was sexy, yet still elegant and classy. Perfect for the occasion.
“On my way,” he called back. He’d already been dressed and ready, waiting for you in the living room.
A hushed and low “wow” was the first thing you heard when he entered the bedroom. Your back was facing him, your dress still hanging open as you waited for him.
You giggled. “You can’t even see the dress properly yet.”
“I see my beautiful wife. Think that is enough,” he hummed lowly, letting his fingers brush over the exposed skin. You shivered at the delicacy of his touch, feeling the goosebumps running all over your back.
“Fuck.” His hands stopped at the zipper, seeing your matching lace underwear that you’d decided to wear underneath. You smiled when you noticed his reaction. Exactly what you wanted.
“Hm?” You asked innocently, as if you were completely oblivious of your seducing undergarments.
“You are really trying to kill me,” he stated, his touch lingering on your skin for a few more moments until he slowly zipped up your dress.
“So, it’s working?” You grinned, holding your hair up a little as he adjusted the dress a little on your neck.
“All too well,” he sighed longingly. “How am I going to concentrate when I am seeing you in this dress all night long?” He gently placed a few kisses on your neck, inhaling your scent.
“Maybe that’s the point,” you said softly, closing your eyes when you felt his lips brush your skin. By now, every touch felt electric, the tension between you becoming unbearable.
Once Leon was done, you turned around finally, letting your gaze wander over him. He was dressed to the nines, wearing one of your favorite suits of his. It was all black, combined with a white shirt and a black tie. He looked delectable, so handsome and like a total dream come true. You’d seen him so many times in suits before, but something about today was different. It felt like seeing him for the first time again. Even the butterflies in your stomach seemed to agree.
“You look so beautiful.” Leon was the first to say something, as you were still ogling him and trying to catch your breath.
“And you look…wow,” you stated, your eyes returning to his handsome face and his steel blue eyes that were admiring you.
“Can’t compete with you, Mrs. Kennedy,” he smirked, reaching for your hand. “Shall we?”
You would never get tired of hearing him call you that. It always gave you a sense of pride, knowing that you were carrying his name and were officially his. Forever and ever.
“Thank you, Mr. Kennedy,” you said with a grin in the same teasing manner, accepting his hand and following him out of your apartment.
The drive to the location was quiet, with none of you wanting to ramp up the tension any further. At least not yet, when your professionalism was called for.
When you arrived, the place was already packed. It was a lavish and spacious apartment on the top floors that felt more like a huge mansion. It was one of those places you could only get into by previous registration and via a separate elevator. It belonged to one of the bigwigs at the DSO. Even though it sometimes seemed a bit over the top to you, you were there for every dinner event.
“Ah, the Kennedys arrived!” One of the men from the forensic team announced with a big grin, inviting you over to his small group that had gathered on a nearby table. The two of you exchanged an amused look before joining the group.
Leon and you spent the first half of the evening doing exactly that. Having small talk with your coworkers and sipping on your drinks with a few laughs here and there. All the while, Leon rested his hand on the small of your back, drawing soothing circles over the silky fabric of your dress. At other times he brushed his fingers over your arm, like a silent reminder that he was appreciating you even when he wasn’t looking at you.
After the main course was served and eaten, you felt yourself becoming more and more restless. Talking about work for what felt like the twentieth time and answering the same questions over and over again felt tedious after a while. You tried your best to smile and engage in the conversations, but after a few more conversations, you just turned on autopilot.
When you glanced back at Leon sitting next to you, you were intrigued by how well he managed to stay so professional, talking with the same charm in his voice you fell in love with.
After another glass of wine, an idea crossed your mind. While he was still talking to the other guests on the table, you gently laid your hand on his thigh. An innocent and comforting gesture between a married couple, at least that was what it looked like to the others.
You started drawing small circles and patterns on his thigh, while you smiled and nodded whenever someone said something amusing.
By now, the conversations grew more relaxed, the drinks were flowing, and the overall lighting was adjusted to a nicely, dimly lit brightness. It was as if the universe was aligning with your plans, or so you thought.
On top of that, your leg occasionally brushed against his, running up and down to ensure even more contact. Leon listened attentively to one of the men speaking, wearing his perfect poker face, but the higher your leg wandered, the more you could see the tension setting in his jaw.
At some point, you couldn't move your leg any further, so you decided to continue with your hand. You were more than grateful for the oversized cloth napkins that covered your legs.
Slowly, you let your hand wander higher until you stopped at his crotch. Your fingers faintly brushed over his bulge, the same way you’d done it in his office a few hours ago. You gauged his reaction, trying to break his poker face, but he played it cool. After all, he was a well-trained agent, so you needed to do more than just that.
You leaned a little forward eventually, hiding what you were doing with your hands, as you began palming him through his pants, feeling him getting harder under your touch.
With a satisfied smirk, you noticed his answers becoming noticeably shorter.
“It seems like the two of you really work well together as a team,” one of the guests said with a friendly smile.
Leon nodded, fidgeting just slightly when you applied more pressure on his dick. “We really do."
You enjoyed watching him trying to keep his composure as he grew harder by the minute, your hands applying the perfect amount of pressure in all the right places.
“So nice to see a happy couple after all these years,” another woman added with a warm smile.
“Yes, she is just the most precious and wonderful person in my life,” Leon said charmingly, using this opportunity to take your hand away from his throbbing member and kissing the back of your hand, before placing your intertwined hands on the table. The whole group went “aww” once they saw your seemingly innocent and romantic gesture, completely unaware of the things happening under the table.
Leon shot you a stern look when no one was watching. When he reached for his glass, he leaned a little more in than necessary so he could whisper in your ear. “What do you think you’re doing?” He asked in a deep voice, his breath brushing your ear.
“Making the evening more interesting?” You said in a questioning tone, the feigned innocence dripping from your voice.
He huffed as he pulled back. “You sure did.”
After sharing a short smile and you giving him a peck on the lips as a form of a declaration of peace, you assumed that your little game would end here. However, you knew your husband better than that.
Once the conversation drifted to different topics and the other guest seemed to be less engaged with the two of you, Leon's hand drifted under the table again.
He laid his hand on your thigh, sneaking it under the hem of your dress. In the corner of your eye you could see that he was eyeing you, studying your response to the feel of his fingers on your bare skin.
Out of reflex you closed your thighs, careful not to draw any more attention to you, but he was not having it.
Chuckling at one of the jokes that were told, Leon looked back to one of his colleagues. He was an expert at playing his part, his hands never leaving your thighs.
Without much effort, he nudged your legs apart with his hand, running it along your inner thigh.
There were two voices in your head talking insistently to you. One was telling you to set an end to this and finish this evening as soon as possible so you could go home finally.
The other was persuading you into keeping this game going.
As soon as his fingers reached your panties, stroking over the lace fabric with enough pressure to fondle your clit, you decided that you’d let the second voice win.
Putting on a neutral face, you tried your best to keep your composure, smile at the right times, and even answer a question or two, but Leon wasn’t making it easy for you.
You suppressed the moan building in your throat the second he pulled the lace aside. Immediately, his fingers made contact with your clit. A heavenly feeling, considering the last sex had been a while ago.
He massaged your sensitive nub a few times, letting his fingers drift lower to your entrance. You gripped the stem of your glass a little too tight, hands turning sweaty and nearly tripping it over.
“Leon,” you whispered in a warning tone, turning your face toward him just slightly. A smug smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
He kept rubbing your sensitive parts with his skilled fingers without moving the rest of his arm or hand too much so it wasn’t getting obvious. He was definitely a pro.
“Hm?” He leaned in to give you a kiss on the cheek. “Aren’t you enjoying yourself?” he whispered in your ear.
Carefully, you put your hand on his wrist, trying to stop his movements. Your clit was getting increasingly sensitive, your wetness soaking his fingers already, and you knew it wouldn’t take long until you’d come.
“Maybe a little too much,” you muttered under your breath, a shiver running down your legs when he started applying more pressure. There was no way you’d be able to keep still any longer.
You didn’t know what was more embarrassing. The possibility of people assuming you would be fidgeting in your seat like a toddler because you needed to pee or them actually noticing that you were getting fingered by your husband under the table. Both options seemed…not ideal.
As he brushed his thumb over your clit for a final time, almost causing you to grip onto the edge of the table, you choked on your drink.
You were so close to cumming, but you couldn’t let that happen. Not here when you were threatening to moan his name out loud in a room full of people.
A friendly-looking woman shot you a look. “Is everything okay?”
Leon's fingers slowed down, the tight circles from earlier turning into soft strokes over your folds.
“Yes, sure. I think I just need to freshen up a little." You smiled apologetically, looking over to Leon, who played the part of the perfect, worried husband all too well.
“Are you sure? Can I bring you anything? Water maybe?” He asked, mirroring the worried-sounding voice of the woman at your table.
“No, thank you, darling.” You smiled sweetly at him.
You gently pushed his hand away from between your legs and stood up. “Would you excuse me?” You continued, disappearing into the next hallway.
A little lost and still in a heated haze, you made your way through the long corridors. The voices from the party became quieter with each step you took, fading into the distance until it was only you and your ragged breathing.
Maybe some cold water would do? But in your state, you'd need a whole bucket of ice to cool you down again.
Shortly before you could reach the bathroom, an opened door caught your attention. Now, you were really no one to snoop around in other people’s businesses or spaces, but you couldn't help yourself and take a peek inside. After all, the door was already open, so it couldn't be something top-secret anyway, right?
The room was nicely furnished and looked like a spare bedroom or guest room. A nice bed, some drawers, and a mirror were decorating the room, as well as various fancy pictures hanging on the wall.
What really caught your eye though was the huge balcony that was attached to it. The large glass doors let enough light in to bathe the room in a nice blueish hue.
You bit your lip. Maybe some fresh air would be even better than your originally planned face-splash with cold water.
After taking one last glance behind your back to make sure that no one had followed you, you tiptoed through the room, right to the huge glass door.
As you opened it, you were met with the chilly air of the night, combined with the loud sounds of the traffic below you. The lights from the surrounding buildings made everything feel kind of surreal. As if you were in a dream.
You took a few deep breaths, trying to calm your mind and nerves, but it was quite obvious that it only helped for so long.
The heat between your legs was still prominent; the feeling of Leon's fingers slipping under your panties was still lingering on your skin.
You needed him. You needed him so badly that it was on the brink of getting painful.
Sure, you'd enjoyed teasing him the whole day and seeing his clenched jaw and furrowed brows. Feeling his hardening member twitch under your fingertips was enough to make you wet and ready for him.
However, the touching underneath the table had proved to be too much. Even for you.
You took a few steps forward, leaning against the railing to take in the skyline.
Your options were limited. Going back, acting like nothing happened and hoping Leon and you could keep your hands off each other. Very unlikely.
Going back, saying you weren't feeling well so you both could leave as soon as possible. If you were lucky, Leon might fuck you in his Porsche. Not ideal either.
Instead, you grabbed your phone and looked at Leon's contact. Biting your lip, you thought about calling him, your thumb hovering over his number. But what should you tell him?
Meet me at that secluded balcony? Yeah, sure.
Apparently, your intimate parts overtook the thinking part, because you actually ended up dialing his number. It didn't take two seconds until he picked up.
“Where are you?” He asked in a tense voice, sounding as if he were trying his hardest to keep his voice down. In the background you could hear wild chattering and the sound of clattering dishes.
“At…a balcony,” you said innocently, making it sound more like a question rather than a statement.
"A balcony?” He asked.
“I needed some fresh air, I guess,” you mumbled, looking down to see the cars rushing over the intersection.
He huffed. “So, did it help?”
You weren’t sure if he was teasing you or if he was being serious. It was hard to tell due to his low voice and the noises in the background.
“Barely,” you groaned in frustration, closing your eyes. “Leon…”
“You started it, sweetheart,” he said. Now you were certain he was definitely making fun of you and your situation. “Come back and I might help you,” he said, followed by a low chuckle.
That wouldn’t do. Not anymore.
“It’s not enough,” you mumbled, shaking your head. The wind was blowing through your hair; the first few strands already started to loosen from your hairdo. A few moments of silence followed until you finally spoke your truth.
“I need you to fuck me, Leon,” you sighed, closing your eyes. “I am so horny. I really need you to fuck me as soon as possible,” you confessed, suppressing another groan spilling from your lips.
From the other side on the line, you could hear Leon drawing in a sharp breath. He couldn’t possibly be indifferent to your confession, not after the relentless teasing from you and the activities under the table.
You were just about to take your words back and come back to your senses when Leon finally answered.
“Where is that balcony?”
His words cut through the silence like a knife; so deep and yet so sharp, they made your head spin. Was he really-
He couldn’t possibly-
Feeling as if another person were speaking through you, you described the way to the secluded balcony, and without another word, he hung up on you. Just like that.
You took a deep breath, hiding your face in your hands for a few seconds to contemplate your options. You weren’t actually doing it on a balcony, right?
You quickly turned around when you heard the glass door being opened. He was quicker than you'd thought, but on the other hand, he was an agent after all, so what did you expect?
His eyes looked even darker than before, hair slightly tousled, and his neck had turned into a slightly reddish tone. To others, he looked like he always did. To you, however, he looked like he was worked up to the point of no return. And you knew he was.
You suppressed a nervous chuckle. “You found me.”
“I did,” he said humorlessly as he closed the door behind him.
Slowly, he took a few steps forward until he stood right in front of you. With his eyes still locked on yours, he placed his hands on the railing, caging you in as he looked down at you.
“Do you have any idea how risky that is?” He asked in a low voice.
“I mean…the bedroom door is locked, right?”
“And what’s with the other hundreds of potential spectators?”
Well, he was right. You were surrounded by several skyscrapers. There was no way this was happening.
You stared into each other's eyes for what felt like an eternity until he ultimately crashed his lips onto yours and sealed them with a hungry kiss.
He gently pushed you against the railing, the cold metal pressing into your skin, right through the thin layer of your dress.
In an instant, your hands pulled him closer to you, grabbing onto his tie, which had started to loosen already.
The kisses were messy and needy, with teeth clashing together and occasional gasps whenever Leon pushed you back against the railing.
“We should leave,” you mumbled against his lips, still holding onto his tie for dear life.
“We should,” he confirmed, without breaking the kiss. It was clear that none of you made the effort to actually leave. By now, it felt like there was a magnetic pull holding you together. The panting from both of you grew louder and more desperate, almost drowning out the traffic noise, if that was even possible. All you could see, hear, and taste was Leon.
“You and this dress are the reason I can't fucking concentrate,” he hissed, squeezing your ass through your dress. “I love you so much, but goddamn, you can be such a tease.”
“You say that as if it’s a bad thing,” you panted, as his lips wandered down your neck. “May I remind you that you were the one who fingered me under the table? So don't play innocent.”
You could feel him grinning against your skin.
“Mhm, true,” he simply muttered.
“You are pretty quiet for someone that moaned into the phone that she wants to be fucked just two minutes ago,” he whispered in your ear, causing a shiver to run down your spine.
“I didn't expect you to actually-“
Before you could finish your sentence, he pulled your dress up just slightly and sneaked his hand under the fabric, heading straight to your soaked panties. There had already started to build a wet patch from him toying with you earlier.
“What? That I actually do this?” He huffed as he slipped his fingers under the fabric. With ease he found your clit again, circling it in a gentle motion.
“Y-yes,” you whimpered, hands gripping onto the railing as you felt the cold breeze hitting your intimate parts, combined with the warmth of his calloused fingers.
One hand held you back against the cold metal, while the other stroked through your folds, spreading your wetness all over you.
“You were so close to cumming, hm? Under the table,” he breathed against your lips, rubbing you a little tighter while pressing his lips to yours again. You could only nod, feeling your bud becoming more sensitive by the second. This was even better than getting fingered under the table.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he mumbled before getting on his knees. Your eyes shot open, hands still holding the railing behind you.
“Leon-“
“We can stop anytime,” he said, hooking the fingers in the waistbands. “Do you want me to stop?” He asked, looking up at you with dark eyes.
“No, please go on,” you whispered, closing your eyes when you felt him pushing up your dress just enough to get access to your throbbing cunt. He leaned forward and started lapping at you right away, knowing that there wasn’t enough time to tease you like he normally did. He went straight into you, eating you out as if he were starving, all the while holding your thighs open for him.
You moaned his name, arching your back just right so your pelvis was at the perfect angle meeting his tongue. He alternated between kitten-like licks and sucking on it with the perfect amount of pressure. In a matter of seconds you felt your orgasm approaching, your walls clenching around nothing.
He took one of your legs and lifted it slightly over his shoulder for better access. That way, he could lick you even better, his tongue going deeper into you and causing your eyes to roll back in your head. He sped up his movements, fully making out with your pussy now, moaning when he tasted your arousal.
By now, he was sure he knew what the term "blue balls" meant because never in his life had he ever been this pent up. The mixture between the ongoing teasing and the adrenaline rushing through his body from doing something taboo turned him on so much that he was fearing he might come in his pants if he kept going.
“Fuck Leon I’m gonna-“ You sobbed, one hand tangling in his hair and pushing him just slightly against you for more friction.
“Doing so well for me, sweetheart,” he praised between licks, moaning when he felt you riding against his tongue. “Cum for me,” he urged, feeling you tremble under his touch.
And you did, more intensely than you thought you could, given the circumstances. Your orgasm washed over you, causing you to shudder, electricity running through your whole body.
Your lower body moved against him as he kept licking you through your high, doing his best to give you the maximum amount of pleasure. With a satisfied hum, he lapped at you a few more times, gathering all the arousal he could on his tongue.
“Shit,” you muttered as you tried to catch your breath, watching as he got up. His eyes were dark, hair messy, and lips glistening with your lust.
You watched him in awe before pulling him down to you, kissing him and tasting yourself on his lips.
“As much as I’d love to stretch it out….we need to be a littler quicker,” he panted.
“I know.” You nodded, reaching for your panties that were still sitting at knee level. You thought he meant leaving this place finally and finishing at home, but that was not what his true intention was. Far from it.
Suddenly he spun you around, his body caging you in like before, just in a different position. You gasped when you felt him press himself against you, his erection grinding against your ass. Holding onto the railing, you looked out into the skyline, wondering if this was even real anymore.
“I’m not gonna last until home, baby,” he whispered into your ear. “I need you now.”
“Oh god…” you whispered, your cunt clenching at his words. If your friends were ever to ask you again what your wildest sex experience was, this would make it easily the number one top.
“Is that okay? Do you still want this?” He asked in a raspy voice, his words ringing in your ear.
“Yes please, fuck me already,” you begged, rubbing yourself against him impatiently.
“Thank god,” he said huskily, pulling up your dress a little higher.
You looked behind you, watching as he opened his belt with light hands. God, this man was hotter than anything you could have ever imagined. Not that you didn’t know this already, but he proved it to you time and time again.
He pulled down his pants just enough to free his thick cock, basically presenting it to you. Your mouth watered at the sight. The tip was red already, glistening with pre-cum. You didn’t know if you were imagining it, but if you concentrated enough, you were sure you saw his member throbbing in his hand.
You would have loved to wrap your lips around him, giving him the sloppiest blowjob you could think of.
“Another time,” he hummed, watching your hungry gaze, as if he could read your mind. “Lean forward for me, love,” he said, hands gripping your hips as he helped you adjust your stance.
“You look so goddamn perfect,” he muttered under his breath, watching your glistening sex as he gave himself a few good strokes with one hand. The other stayed on your hip, gripping into your skin.
You bent forward a little more, gripping tightly onto the railing as he finally aligned himself at your entrance. You were slick with arousal, making it rather easy for him to enter you. With a groan he bottomed out, feeling your tightness engulfing his member in the most perfect way.
“Fuck,” he cursed, closing his eyes at the sensation of your tight pussy around him.
“Mhm, Leon, this feels so good,” you moaned, feeling him stretching you out, the angle making it even better.
His hands stayed on your hips as he started moving, thrusting into you with a slow pace at first to test your reactions. Each thrust felt better than the one before, gliding perfectly against your walls.
When you opened your eyes again, you looked into the night, the city moving at its own pace, blissfully unaware of the action happening this far up here. Your initial hesitation was swiftly replaced by nothing other than lust, your mind slowly starting to get cock-drunk.
“Is that what you wanted?” He asked, picking up the pace just slightly. “Getting fucked on a balcony by your husband?” The way he was emphasizing the word husband with his strained voice, caused your walls to flutter around him.
His hand gripped your chin and turned your face to him, searching for your lips as he kept fucking you against the railing. Your lips crashed against each other, smudging your lipstick all over your mouth.
“I love you so much,” he panted in your mouth, hands gripping more tightly into the flesh of your hips to keep you at the perfect angle. “Your pussy’s taking me so fucking well.”
“Oh god yes,” you groaned, knuckles turning white by how tightly you gripped onto the railing. As he kept pounding into you, he looked down to where your bodies were connected, enjoying the erotic sight of his cock disappearing into your tightness. He pressed his hand against your upper back, causing you to bend down even lower.
By now, your dress had slipped above your ass, giving Leon an even more enticing view.
Your eyes rolled back when he changed the angle, hitting your g-spot in an impeccable way.
“Leon-,” you whimpered, the rest of your words dying in your throat when you felt his hand drifting between your legs. This time he didn’t start slow. He matched his movements with the pace of his thrusts, drawing tight and fast circles over your sensitive clit.
You started getting tighter around his cock with every movement, making it impossible to keep your eyes open.
“Shit…I’m not gonna last much longer, baby,” Leon gasped, pressing kisses along your neck, all the places he could still reach with the position you were in.
“Please don’t stop! I’m so close,” you whined. “Please fuck me harder Leon.”
The obscene sounds of skin clapping against skin filled your ears as he did what you begged him for. He pounded you harder against the cold metal, holding you tightly to keep you safe and secure still.
At some point, you couldn't tell up from down anymore. His hands were everyhwere. On your hips, tangled in your hair or on your tits, toying with the soft flesh in his hand.
“You okay?” He asked through gritted teeth, chasing his high as he felt the first spasms of your walls around him.
“Yes yes yes,” you cried out into the night when you felt your release rushing through your body. Rarely had an orgasm felt as intense and delectable as this one. All that pent-up desire suddenly dissolved. Leon followed right behind you, spilling his hot seed inside you. His thick ropes of cum filled you, marking you from the inside. Just the way he liked it.
„Fuck,“ He groaned, fucking you a few more times, securing you were taking every last drop of him. Something about cumming inside you drove his mind wild.
A variety of curses left his mouth as he kept moving lazily inside you. Both of your releases were mixed, the first drops already making their way down your legs. This was going to be one hell of a mess.
Your legs trembled, the aftershocks of your intense lovemaking still tingling in your core.
“Hey, careful,” Leon said out of breath, helping you to get back on your feet properly. “Hold on tight for me,” he mumbled lowly as he helped you pull your panties back up. You just stood there, catching your breath, trying to return to reality. He then straightened your dress as best as he could.
“Thank you.” You whispered, shakingly turning around to face him again. He was busy putting himself back in his pants, looking just as chaotic and messy as you were. His tie was hanging loosely from his neck, his shirt was crinkled, and the hair tousled.
“You’re looking….”
“Freshly fucked?” He asked with a grin, fastening the belt on his pants.
“Yeah.”
He looked up, brushing his thumb over the smudged the lipstick with a gentle smile. “I could say the same about you,” he chuckled.
You looked into each other's eyes, still panting, chest heaving with ragged breath. Slowly, the sounds of the city started returning to your orbit. It felt like waking up from a dream. A wonderful, sexy, and illicit dream.
“We are really fucking crazy,” you said.
“You definitely are,” he laughed, kissing your temple and pulling you flush against his chest.
“Hey, this was your idea!” You retorted, playfully acting offended.
“I only had this idea because you were driving me insane the whole day,” he said, caressing your back a few more times before reaching for your hand.
Like teenagers sneaking out past their bedtime, you made your way back through the corridors until you reached one of the bathrooms. You freshened up as best as you could, helping each other to look presentable, at least for another one or two hours max.
“We should hurry up or else they file a missing persons report for us,” you joked, drying your hands after washing them.
Leon was already done, leaning against the sink. He had been eyeing you the past minutes like a man falling in love over again.
“Did you listen to me?” You asked when you noticed his gaze.
“Yeah,” he nodded, taking your hand to guide you to the door. “I was just thinking about how much I love and appreciate you. Even after all these years. And I thought you should know that,” he confessed suddenly.
You blushed a little, your heart skipping a beat at his words.
“Do you just say this because we had some freaky public sex?” You asked teasingly.
“No I don’t,” he muttered, kissing you one last time. “Even though the sex helped for sure,” he grinned.
“Idiot,” you rolled your eyes playfully with a smile, dragging him out of the bathroom.
When you returned, your whole table was empty. Most of them were either at the bar or had switched to other tables.
Leon and you exchanged a look, silently communicating whether you should just leave, but it was too late. A familiar voice greeted you.
“There you are,” the forensic guy from earlier said a little surprised, taking a seat at your table. “You guys totally missed the dessert! Was wondering where you went.”
You took a sip of your wine before answering. Leon's eyes were glued on you, barely able to contain the smirk that tugged on the corner of his lips. How would you tell this poor man that your private dessert had already been served on the balcony?
As if on command, the other guests from your table returned one by one, watching you with genuine worry in their eyes.
“I am sorry. I needed some fresh air and Leon looked after me,” you explained apologetically with a soft smile playing on your lips.
“He was so worried for me,” you continued.
“Well, I hope you feel better then,” one of them said, looking back and forth between you and Leon.
“Oh, I feel much better, thank you,” you said with a satisfied smile.
“Seems like you guys are really made for each other,” another man chimed in, holding up his glass and gesturing in your direction.
“We really are,” Leon and you said in unison, causing the whole table to laugh in admiration of your bond. If someone had told you this morning that you’d end up getting fucked on a balcony by your husband, you’d probably burst out laughing. On the other hand, it didn’t surprise you. You were simply unable to keep your hands to yourself, but who could blame you?
Your marriage would never get boring. Not with this wonderful man by your side.
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Your hips moved and danced around his lap. Grinding against his cock as he moved back into. Your whimpers filled the room, quiet huffs of air falling out of your mouth. Leon was punishing you for teasing him. Sending him nudes and videos of you fucking yourself with a dildo. The boner poking out of his pants all day was a pain in the ass to hide.
Your panties stayed put while Leon ran his cock across the cotton. Your wetness and his precum mixing together. Your moans coming out in broken cries. Leon letting out pained groans. His hands held your hips tightly, dragging you harder against his cock.
“That’s it…. keep moving, baby…” he groaned in your ear. His breath tickled your neck as he pulled away.
Falling against the couch, Leon watched as he sat back. Your hands making their way to his thighs, grasping for balance as you moved your cunt against his cock. He felt so hard and firm underneath you. Your bottom lip red from the mindless biting, your ass was still sore from the spanking Leon gave you previously. His moans behind you encouraged your movements to keep going.
“Le-Leon…please-f-fuck…please...” your cries intensify as Leon reached around and started touching and gripping you through the fabric.
Applying pressure as his hands travel around, Leon lets his hands do the talking. He doesn't pay attention to anything you say or do for the moment. Just wanting to take his time for now and watch you wither in place.
Before he sits up, pulling you against his chest. “Come on, let’s finish this.”
Leon drags you to the bedroom. His hands tightly grasped around your body. A few weeks prior, you had let it slip that you liked when Leon stuffed your mouth full, especially with his fingers. You couldn't get enough of your boyfriend's hands, the feeling of his skin touching yours. Memorizing each curve and dip. Being away for days, Leon felt like he was going through the worst separation anxiety of his life. All for you to tease him while he was gone. Now he is home with you.
Your body was tossed against your bed, body bouncing from the springs. Eagerness filled Leons eyes, his mouth in a tight-lipped fashion. He was going to be thorough with you, trach you a lesson but also give you just what you wanted. Only because he knew you would take your punishment well.
By now his cock was pounding into you rapidly. His peed not stopping or budging from his pace. Leons muscles flex from his arms wrapped around your body. Your back pressed to his chest as his fingers trail up your torso. Teasing your skin, leaving goosebumps on his way. The gasps and whines told him everything he needed to know. You were just too cock-drunk to speak up. Your mind all hazy and fuzzy from the edging and teasing he has put you through.
“You feel that, baby? You’re so warm inside…fuck…you treat me so well…even when you act like a brat...” Leon grudged out as he gave out one harsh jab. His hands continue to run around your body before they start to travel back up where you want them.
The more Leon trudged his fingers up, the more his eyes stared intensely. Watching for your reaction, slowly inserting the digits inside your mouth, sucking gently as your tongue wrapped around. A warm hum vibrated through your body. Leon let out a chuckle, a small smirk on his lips, head falling back, catching a breath before he started to up his pace again.
The walls of your mouth and tongue sucked on his fingers, your breathing coming out rapidly through your nose. Your body felt hot and sweaty and Leon’s hips drove harsher into yours. Your body has now fallen against the bed, pressed hard against the mattress. Leon’s fingers didn’t slip out, staying right where they belonged. He took a mental note to do this next time and make you work for it.
being older.ᐟ leon kennedy’s passenger princess, who keeps him company while he drives tirelessly. you lean over the armrest, skirt pulled up and no panties, because you’ve thrown them into the footwell under your seat. leon’s navy blue pants are unzipped and pulled down his waist and his black leather belt undone.
your glossy lips, drenched in spit, lock sealed around the head of leon’s cock and the taste of sticky precum mixes with drool inside your needy mouth, so warm and sweet, perfectly fitted for him. his big hand rests down the curve of your ass, rubbing lazy circles on your skin.
you swirl the tip of your tongue around leon’s sensitive spot and his fingers squeeze into your ass tighter. you can feel the curl of a teasing smirk forming in the corners of your stuffed mouth— it’s your sign to take it slower, because you’d never want to distract your boyfriend away from the road and make him pull over and fuck you. leon doesn’t say a word, except for low grunts and tension in his jaw betraying his composure, whenever you dare to take more of his hard cock inside your mouth.
you take your time, one hand fisted lazily around the thickness of his cock to keep your busy mouth company. his veins pulse rapidly under your touch and you keep jerking him off with playful, sloppy strokes, up and down his cock to meet your jaw. leon’s blue eyes land between your legs for a few seconds when a moan escapes muffled past your lips, right where you keep two fingers pressed around your puffy clit.
your pussy is soaked and lonely, almost dripping wet down your inner thighs and pooling and he hasn’t even touched you and yet, your cheeks burn and you feel dizzy. you feel perverted for getting soaking wet, just from being a such good girl and sucking your older boyfriend off in his car. the more pleasure seeps through your core and radiates through every inch of your body, the more your legs spread instinctively and your lids rest half open.
“let me just—mmm. fuck, don’t-” leon’s grip tightens around the steering wheel and he slows down on the highway, because you swallow more of his cock, almost sinking it down your throat. his other hand moves right onto the back of your head, controlling the pace for a few seconds; it feels so good to fuck you mouth.
“spread your legs a lil’ wider for me, sweet girl.”
the position, despite being slightly uncomfortable, doesn’t bother you. leon manages to get his hand down to your pussy and he slides two fingers up and down your folds to lube them, from your slick entrance to your swollen clit, “there we go. much better. want me to stuff my fingers inside you, angel?”
you mumble an short mhm, catching you your breath, wiping some drool off the corners of your mouth and chin. you adjust in your seat in a more comfortable position and leon buries his middle finger inside you and his index follows, coating both in layers of your oozing sweet juices.
the moment you feel your walls stretch around him, you moan, with no urge to control yourself and it makes his cock twitch painfully. you’re quick to lock your hand around leon’s wrist; you nails dig slightly in his skin the deeper he pushes and curls his fingers up to your sensitive spot.
“c’mon, use my fingers to fuck yourself.” he coaxes and you listen.
you take control of the pace, still holding onto leon’s big wrist for support. you masturbate using his fingers and he feels each time you squeeze your walls around his tighter, forcing him to bury himself inside you up to his knuckles.
“good job, doin’ so well, sweet girl. keep goin’- yes, just like that.”
you take a third long finger and stuff it inside you and feel unable to think— this entire thing feels like a dream through your hazed mind. leon’s name slides past your lips and sultry moans fill the his car entirely.
“you’re gonna make me pull over and fuck you. that look in your eyes… can’t wait any longer, huh?” he leaves you all empty and whiny when he brings your fingers to his own lips— eyes still on the road, “tell me i’m wrong, sweet girl.”
he shoves them inside his mouth, tongue licking you off his fingers, savoring the text of your pussy on his lips. the more he licks it turns into sweet nectar and he grunts lowly, because he could come just from this alone.
“y’know me so well, leon.”
you smile, leaning back in the leather passenger seat, holding onto his wrist once again and shoving his hand under your skirt. he teases you, resting the tips of his fingers at your entrance, motioning slow circles up to your clit, back and forth.
“g-gosh! stop being such tease! you’ve been driving for five hours. don’t you need a little break, hmm?”
post elpis older boyfriend .ᐟ leon kennedy is a different man. he might as well be a sex robot now— his sex is one of a rabid animal’s in heat and he fucks a lot. insanely so. something changed in his libido; it went out straight up the roof. he can’t get enough of you and at times, he gets a pulsing hard boner that lasts him enough for a couple of hours. he makes you come sweet on his tongue fresh in the morning, hiding under the blanket. during your breakfast, he can barely contain himself. he spreads your legs wide open on the kitchen table and fucks your cunt with no wrapper or birth control. he might as well put a few babies in you if he’s so healthy all of a sudden.
it’s always been an insecurity of his that a guy your age could keep it up for longer and take care of your needs. not anymore.
and that’s not even the best part. leon makes your thighs tremble shut with his cock inside you, spilling ropes of salty, warm cum inside your swollen pussy. it then, he leaves you dizzy and breathless on the bed to grab you a towel. when he returns, his initial plans of cleaning your thighs and running you a warm bath are completely replaced. he traps you under his rough, strong body, sweaty muscles and burning red cheeks from doing all the work. “one more round, doll?” and you won’t even stop there. god knows if you’ll ever stop.
you even told leon he can use your pussy freely while you’re asleep if he needs it so badly— so, he grabs the sole bottle of lube from the nightstand drawer and mixed with spit, he stretches your cunt with two of his fingers, right before opening your tight pussy up with the tip of his cock. every night you fuck like dirty rabbits because he can’t stop thinking about how sexy you’d look bent over the balcony, fucking yourself messy into his thick cock.
An; Yay, first fanfic posted, I hope you enjoyed! If you did don’t be shy and let me know! More to come soon, and I will probably open requests. Who knows time will tell!
Word Count; Idk, sorry!<3 Here’s my intro/Masterlist!
Leon’s cock was digging into your throat. Spit pilled up around your mouth and chin as you worked. Leon’s hand found a home in your hair. Grasping tightly, he helped with your movements. Allowing you to pull back slightly to cough when he goes too deep. He was big and firm in your mouth. Leon knew you loved the control he had on you and he loved it too. The way you would tear up and plead for him to use you. His mixed degrading praises filled your ears like music.
“You like my cock, baby? So good…fuck, keep sucking. It’s all you’re good at, right?” Leon’s question floated in the air, not meant to be answered.
Your cheeks would flush from the praise he gave you. Anytime he told you “good girl” or “good job, just like that” made your pussy gush. Sitting together in silence watching a show, Leon would start to rub your thigh, and suddenly your panties were soaked. When he would wrap his arms around you and pull you close to his body in public it warmed your heart. The way he was so sweet and a gentleman in public but so mean and degrading in privacy, god you couldn’t get enough.
“Keep going…you can go deeper, I know you can. You have before..” Leon encouraged you from above.
His chest heaving up and down rapidly, panting for air, as you sucked him down deeper. Your vision blurry from your tears. Your tongue, sliding under his tip, and starts to circle around it. Your hands held onto Leon’s hips, his jeans bunched up at his thighs. Your spit pooling together below, making a slobbered spill.
Leon’s hands tightened around your scalp, tugging your hair further. Your continuous teasing, dragging out a hiss from his lips. His mouth fallen a-gap as you pull away just to suck him in further. Your choked out whines come out in blubbers as Leon starts to move his hips.
“Fuck…you look so slutty for me..God, you love it don’t you..” Leon chuckles before groaning out.
You pull back slightly, sucking his tip, dipping your tongue into his slit, as your hand worked the rest of his cock. Leon was harder than a rock, red at the top, you could taste his pre-cum all over your mouth. Your favorite part was about to happen.
“Fuck…so dirty, my dirty girl..” Leon gasps in bliss.
Leon’s hips quicken, hands grasping your head between the palm of his hands. Taking full control, Leon starts to fuck your throat like it’s your pussy. Ignoring your coughing and gagging below. You could hear his huffing and puffing from below. You could tell he was close from his short of breath and jagged movements. They were becoming sloppier as he neared his climax.
“Such a filthy whore…come on, that’s it..” Leon was cut off shortly after the sentence. His words coming out in broken spells.
Just as Leon orgasmed he pulled back, spilling all over your face. Ruining your hair and make up further. You open your mouth, sticking your tongue out in hopes Leon would aim for your mouth.
Granting your wish, Leon enters your mouth again, slowly rubbing against your tongue as he paints it. Before you could enjoy it you felt your body being tugged up into his lap. Your legs spreading on both sides of his legs, straddling him.
“I need you, babydoll…right now..” Leon says between breathes as he starts to undress you. You were in for a long night.
- (Meant to be RE9!Leon but can easily be interpreted as any version Leon!)
Tags: Oral (fem receiving), vaginal fingering, Hyposensitive reader, female reader, reader has a vagina
Disclaimer: I have not written in forever, so I’m still mostly warming up again! I’m also doing this on iPad, apologies if the formatting is messed up.
Word Count: 554 Words
The dim, fading light of the evening sun shone down into the bedroom, illuminating Leon’s pretty face between your thighs. The light catching on each smear of arousal that coated his chin, stubble slicked against his jaw. He looked heavenly down there, eyes half-lidded as he lapped at your folds like a man savoring his final drink. He didn’t rush, didn’t try to coax anything from you. No, he just laid between your legs, rough hands holding your thighs apart over his shoulders so he could be as close as possible to your sweet taste.
Your hand moves down to gently tangle in his hair, pulling him closer. His lips trail upwards past your folds and to your clit, suckling gently before nipping on the swollen bud. He smiled when he felt your hips push upwards, just a fraction, but he felt it. His tongue dips back inside, licking up every drop he can get from you. You let out a soft, quiet sigh as Leon’s sharp nose catches your clit at the perfect angle.
Evenings like these are what you both loved, neither of you working towards an orgasm. Just gentle loving and soft touches. He’d never pass up an opportunity to get between your thighs, letting you lay back and do whatever you wanted. Be it reading or scrolling your phone, Leon was just happy to be there, getting drunk on just your pussy.
“Le…” Another soft gasp escapes you as you look down at him again.
He hums against you, not pulling away to speak. “Hmm?”
His hum sends a small, but pleasant tingle through your clit. “Keep going… don’t stop”
Leon finally looks up at you, his eyes still half-closed with that content smile on his face. He places a slow kiss to your clit, “Wasn’t plannin’ to, Baby”
He resumes his slow pace, lips sealing around the swollen nub before letting his teeth graze it. A hand slides from your thigh to your folds, letting it rub against your slick entrance, coating a single calloused finger in your arousal. It slips in slowly, curling inwards slightly enough to make you gasp from the pressure. Slow pumps of his finger inside you, all while giving attention to your clit.
Then a second finger to stretch you open. “Just a little bit more for me, Baby. You can do it, yeah?”
You inhale and nod, relaxing back into the mattress as you let him work you open.
“Good girl.” He purred, voice rumbling against your folds while his fingers continued to thrust, thumb now rubbing tight circles on your clit. “So good…”
Leon grinned as he felt your hand tighten in his hair, knowing you enjoyed it as much as he did. But he could also tell you were beginning to get tired by the way your eyes drooped further.
A small whimper escaped your lips as his fingers pulled away, leaving your pussy empty again. “Le-“
“Shh…” He brings his slick-coated fingers to his mouth, licking it off before leaning down to kiss you, wet, messy, and right on the lips. You could taste your own arousal on him, his jaw rubbing against yours and smearing it.
You tried to push him away, playfully groaning as you wiped your face. “You’re disgusting.”
Could I request a fic about making those “special videos” with Leon….?
hehehe yes, yes you definitely can <3 18+ sorry its a little all over the place I’m sick lol x
There isn’t much Leon wouldn’t do for you, so when you confess to him just how much you’ve been missing him whilst he’s away at work and how porn just doesn’t do it for you anymore… well, it’s him that suggests making a little home video together, and you’re more than willing.
He starts off slowly, kissing your neck as he crowds you back against the pillows, his hands sliding under the hem of your shirt, caressing over your ribs and up to your breasts until you’re arching up into him.
“You sure you’re up for it, yeah?”
you nod almost instantly with a breathy, “uh-huh,” your lips parting as his tongue slowly licks into your mouth, the kiss tapering off into wet pecks along your jaw before he pulls back to grab your phone with a glint in his blue eyes.
Before you know it, he’s got you stripped and all spread open on your shared bed with your phone balanced against the pillows catching the way he plays with your slick pussy— his thick fingers spreading your plump folds open for the camera, running over your sticky labia.
“Aww, look at you, baby,” he coos roughly, teasing your achy clit in slow little circles, “such a messy pussy, dribbling everywhere, soaking the sheets already, and I haven’t even made you cum yet.”
You whimper pathetically, hips bucking up into his hand, and he tuts in disapproval, pressing you back down with his free hand to keep your ass flat against the mattress.
“please Leon-” your words come out all choked, hands curling into the bedsheets tightly as his fingers tease your fluttering entrance.
“I know. I’ve got you, baby.” He drawls out, rubbing your clit a little firmer, faster, just to hear you whimper his name out breathlessly. Then, finally, he pushes two thick fingers into your tight hole— letting the camera capture the way your pussy swallows his digits up with a fifthly squelch right down to his knuckles.
Leon is also a big fan of making you face the camera when he’s fucking you into the mattress; he wants you to remember the ache of him filling you up when you’re alone in bed watching these little videos with your hand between your thighs, missing him.
“Look at the camera, look at how good I’m fucking my girl.” His fingers curl around your jaw, coaxing your head to the side so you can look at yourself in the reflection of your phone's camera, completely ruined, as his fat cock stretches you out so deliciously— his tip nudging that gummy spot deep inside you that makes you dizzy.
Your breath catches, a whiny moan falls from your kiss-bitten lips. He takes the opportunity to press his ring and middle fingers into your mouth as his other hand pushes one knee up towards your chest, his thrusts deepening, the wet slap of skin against skin picked up by the crappy phone mic along with the way you gurgle obscenely around his fingers as you gush around his length whilst he cums inside you in thick, hot spurts.
And obviously he’s gotta show the camera the prefect mess you’ve made together, because god forbid you forget whilst he’s away! He kneels between your legs, phone tilted down to capture the way he runs the fat head of his cock through your sticky folds, collecting his cum on his leaky tip and pushing it back inside your pussy with a rough chuckle when your thighs get all twitchy, and you whine about it being too much.
“Fuck— think you got enough material, baby?” He asks all breathlessly, dropping the phone onto the bed before collapsing beside you on the bed with a grin, looking far too proud of himself.
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