Warnings: Smut, vaginal fingering, hand-jobs, Oral (both f and M receiving), slight masochis kink? Bodily fluids, language, 18+ Minors and ageless blogs will be blocked immediately after interacting with this post
(Gif not mine)
A/n: bruh I am down astronomically for this damn puppet. I’ve been scouring online for some pure filth with him and Giangio and while I’ve found some gems, I need that itch of mine to be scratched so judge me if you want, I needed this 🤡 the fellow desperate, nasty folks that get it, will get it 😈
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I think it’s safe to say as a whole, the fandom knows P is a messy man.
Like, this boy is fast and agile enough to avoid oil and blood splatters, as well as puddles and generally all together, any liquid messes. (rain, WINE apparently too based of a post I saw on here 👀)
But in a weird way, he feels coming back to the hotel covered in any of it shows both just how hard he generally works, as well as what he accomplished on the mission he’s sent on.
(Cue Geppetto, Antonia and Sofia or even you, lecturing him that coming back to the hotel in one piece is enough to show he both kept himself alive and did a well enough job getting rid of the rabid puppets and people who’d wanted to kill him. 💀)
(Annnd of course it goes in one ear and out of the other because again, he feels a weird sense of accomplishment covered in a mess) 🤡)
Because of this, I feel after the first time you and him have sex he immediately wants to go again not only because he’s aroused by sensations he had just felt, but seeing you covered in a thin sheen of sweat, as well as the mess in between your legs that he caused is an undeniable turn on for him…
Like your lying on your back, and pieces of your hair are clinging to your forehead as well as your chest is heaving as you try to catch your breath.
And he’s still sitting on his knees in between your legs that are still spread far apart as he’s starring down at his cum leaking from your pussy/hole, along with the fluids from it around his dick and general pelvis area.
You’ve said his name about three times by now, your voice tired yet worried, and your expression growing concerned as he’s not responding… did he not like it? Was he realizing the act of sex can be a bit gross, and maybe not as appealing for him considering he is a puppet after all?
The answer is no, no, and finally no again ;)
just as you were readying yourself to sit up to cover yourself and break into a ramble of apologies, he moves so fast it honestly startles you… until you feel him again.
He moves so that he’s standing at the foot of the bed now, fully nude and other than the mess on his dick, and his now ruffled hair, he looks far from exhausted or as though he hadn’t even had sex at all.
You don’t even have time to say anything by the time he wraps his hands around your ankles and drags you toward the edge of the bed, so that your ass is almost hanging off.
“P-P, what are you” you don’t have time to finish your sentence as he crouches down and immediately goes to town on your pussy/cock.
Unlike the calmness he initially had the first round with you, (the kitten like kicks, gentle sucks, lack of vocal noise) he’s literally more desperate than he was when he first got in bed with you.
He’s groaning against your core, sending vibrations down your shaft or to your clit, not even bothering to pull away to wipe around his mouth.
He wants to feel your release dripping down your chin or better yet, his face entirely.
The only thing he naturally smells like is oil, and the soap from his clothing that gets cleaned, but suddenly the idea of wearing you release like a cologne has him hard.
He wants you to cum hard at that too, and once he’s done he plans to bring you on your knees so he can paint your face.
Needless to say, sex from that point on is messy.
It gets to the point you might have to start checking the times everyone goes to the lobby so you can sneak past with the cum stained bed spread and sheets to switch them out for more.
Even outside of the room, if your doing something like eating maybe a cake, and a bit of icing falls on your chest or down your cheek, you have to rush to turn around before he notices (he does notice 🫢) because despite his usual stone face resolve, his eyes darken and his tongue might dart out of his mouth and run along his lips quickly and quite suggestively to anyone if they witnessed the entirety of it.
Needless to say, showers are a twenty four seven ordeal with him and you, and even then he might try to refuse if you don’t shower with him.
Summary: Yourself and your partner Leon have just returned back from a harrowing mission overseas in Spain. The both of you are severely affected by what you'd seen out there, both developing insomnia that only the other can seem to cure. You share a job, a home, a friendship, and now a bed.
Warnings: 18+ minors dni. Smut.
Words: 3.8k
Notes: This is pure filth tbh nothing much more to add lmao apart from I need help
You and Leon had been partners for the past two years. Partners, best friends, roommates. Everything you did, you did together. There were pros and cons to this of course, the pros being the two of you knew every little thing about each other, and the cons being that you knew every little thing about each other - hence knowing how to get on the other's last nerve. However frequently that may happen, tonight was not one of those nights.
It had been just short of two weeks since you’d both returned to the U.S, after being on an assignment in Spain. It had been the hardest thing you’d ever experienced in your career so far. You didn’t need to have a conversation with Leon to know he felt the same. The tired faint expression on his face, and once shining blue eyes now dark and glazed told you a story without having to ask. The two of you had barely spoken about it since getting back. It was kind of an unspoken rule between the two of you usually, to never really talk about work. You assumed this was a fairly normal thing, wanting to keep work at work. The only time you and Leon ever discussed anything related to your jobs was when you both needed to. Sometimes it was good to debrief, after all the information was strictly confidential but seeing as how you were partners, it didn’t prevent you from talking about it freely to each other. Just one of the perks of being partnered together you supposed.
This hadn’t happened this time though. Instead you’d both simply gone about your daily lives, but both much quieter and more subdued. You noticed Leon was much more clingy, he wanted to be close to you at all times. This wasn’t completely out of character, but the intensity flagged up with you almost immediately. It started on the first Monday night since you’d gotten back on the Friday. Curled up watching a movie and he’d suddenly come and shuffled up close to you, and gently placed his arm on the back of the sofa and asked if it was okay. As soon as you’d nodded, his arm was draped around you and pulling you tight to his chest.
That’s when it started, and then it turned into hand holding whilst eating dinner and buddying up to go to the laundry room. Which then progressed into naps together on the couch during the day time. You knew full well neither of you slept at night. This wasn’t typical friend behaviour, friends didn’t hold hands having dinner or cuddle on the couch but, it’s what you both needed.
The clock had just struck twelve am as you climbed into your cold sheets on a damp and drizzly Friday evening. Two weeks since your return, and every time the silence fell and you closed your eyes you were back there again. Spain.
You couldn’t escape it, it was like running from a never ending nightmare playing on a loop in your brain. You’d been staying up for as long as you could, hoping that when you finally settled into bed you’d be tired enough just to switch off and sleep. You were always too hopeful. And always wrong.
You tossed and turned for what felt like an eternity, any tiny disturbance making you jolt your eyes open and jump. Something hit the window with a crack that made you almost rise two inches off the bed. You shot up, your hand immediately outstretched reaching for the pistol you kept in your nightstand drawer.
Your fingers gripped around the cold, heavy metal until you saw the loose bit of tree branch hanging from the window awning. Your chest relaxed, and you cursed under your breath at your own stupidity.
Everything made you on edge nowadays, even though you knew you were safe at home. You couldn’t be any safer if you were completely honest with yourself, knowing that Leon slept a mere door across from you was a huge comfort. Slept is a loose term, you would bet money on the fact he wasn’t asleep at this moment in time. However, he did almost act like your personal guard dog, whether you were on the job or doing your grocery shopping together.
The rain grew heavier outside, the pattern on the windows normally added to a serene atmosphere, the ambient sound usually lulling you into a peaceful sleep. It wasn’t working its usual magic however, you feared nothing would.
Sighing, you flung the sheets off you, determined to swallow your pride and do what you should’ve done two weeks ago. You needed a good night's sleep, and the only time you could ever get some sleep lately was during the day, wrapped up with your roommate. It was pathetic really, you thought to yourself. You’d never been this affected after a mission before, and you’d seen some gruesome shit, but this past assignment had been something else entirely for the both of you. You’d witnessed Leon almost die a million times, and those memories flashed up every time you closed your eyes and then continued like a reel you couldn’t turn off in your nightmares. In your dreams you weren’t there to save him, you were simply a helpless onlooker. You just had to stand there and watch.
Wrapping your arms around your body in response to the chilly air, your bare feet pattered across the wood floor as you crept out of your dark room. You eased the door open gingerly, trying to prevent any loud creaking as you slipped through the gap and into the hallway. Leon’s bedroom was directly opposite yours, and you hesitated for a moment at the door, trying to listen for any soft snoring that indicated he may be asleep. The last thing you wanted to do was disturb him if he had by some miracle managed to drift off, he was a light sleeper and you knew the second you opened his door he’d be awake in a flash.
Listening for a moment, you were met with complete silence, so you decided to go ahead and gently twist his door handle. Leon’s room was in complete darkness, apart from a slither of moonlight that cast a stripe across the room from the tiny gap in his curtains.
You crept in as silently as you could, making sure to close the door behind you with a gentle click. You saw movement from the bed, a shadow sitting up and you heard Leon sigh from the mound of sheets.
“Hey, it’s only me.” You whispered. “Sorry if I scared you.”
Leon exhaled a deep breath from his nose, and sat up from his bed, leaning over he pulled the curtains back a tiny bit more, revealing more of the room under the moonlight. You could see him now, and you were very grateful it was still dark enough that he wouldn’t be able to tell you were blushing. He was sitting on his bed, shirtless and in pyjama shorts that hugged his hips in a way that made you want to stare. You’d seen Leon almost naked plenty of times and it never failed to cause a blush to creep up your cheeks.
“No, you didn’t don’t worry. I heard you get out of bed. You can’t sleep either?” Leon muttered, his voice low matching your whisper.
“No.” You responded, glumly.
He sat back properly in bed, and pulled the covers back, patting the mattress. Neither of you spoke, instead you simply obliged, silently accepting his offer by climbing under the sheets, the unoccupied side of the bed cold and crisp. Leon adjusted, shuffling himself so he was propped up on one arm and you lay on your back staring at the ceiling. Your shoulder was grazing his torso, and the warmth radiating from his body was exceedingly comforting. There was a lingering, but comfortable silence. Just being in one and other's company helped to relax the other.
“A tree branch scared me.” You suddenly said into the darkness.
“A tree branch?” Leon asked.
“Yes, it hit my window and I nearly had my gun out and everything. I’ve never felt so stupid Leon.” You huffed, and laughed humourlessly at yourself.
“I get it, I’ve been on edge too.”
“When d’you think it will stop?” You whispered, more seriously.
“I dunno, I really don’t know.”
Leon sighed, and brought his free arm over both your hands that were resting on your stomach. You froze a little at the contact, and Leon picked up on it immediately, because of course he did. He was so ridiculously in tune with your mannerisms and moods, he practically knew how you were feeling before you did. Leon immediately retracted his hand.
“Sorry, ‘there something wrong?” He asked, tentatively.
You took a sharp, shaky inhale of breath. Nothing was wrong with what he just did, and you weren’t sure why you’d tensed up like that. You and Leon were touchy most of the time, especially in the recent weeks, but it was in a friendly, overly comfortable way. Or so you’d convinced yourself. But there was something about lying next to him in his bed, bare skin almost daring to touch and feeling the heat radiating from his bare form that had everything feeling different. You suddenly felt as if you had nowhere to hide. You couldn’t play off a subtle touch as a friendly gesture. Everything felt all the more intense.
“No, no. It’s okay.” You reassured him, and you turned to face him, one hand tucked under your head as you met his gaze.
“I’m just tense, is all.” You smiled weakly, his piercing blue eyes never leaving yours.
“You won’t mind if I do this then?” Leon asked softly, as he rested a palm on your side and squeezed reassuringly. The contact felt comforting but was stirring up something else inside you you weren’t ready to address quite yet.
“I can’t stop the nightmares.” Leon said, suddenly. His confession shocked you slightly, he wasn’t one to share much, even to you. He’s gotten more generous over the years when it came to giving you an insight into his psyche, but it was still a rare occurrence that shocked you whenever it happened.
“You too?”
“Yeah,” Leon chuckled dryly, devoid of any humour. “You wanna talk about it?”
You sighed for a moment, and were very aware of how he’d begun tracing small circles on your thigh with his calloused thumb. You hesitated for a minute, before saying,
“I see you die every single time I fall asleep.”
Leon didn’t respond for a second, he was clearly processing what you’d just said but didn’t seem to be phased by your confession. His thumb was still tracing small circles.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered, sincerely.
“I’m just terrified I’m going to lose you Leon.” You breathed, through a well of tears forming. What you didn’t know, was Leon had the exact same nightmares, except it was you he couldn’t save. The words broke Leon’s heart, and the hand resting on your thigh soon applied some pressure, pulling you in closer to him so your bodies were flush.
“I’m not going anywhere sweetheart, I promise.” Leon soothed, and kissed the top of your head firmly whilst you found yourself sobbing into his chest.
“I can’t stand the thought Leon, it scares me so much.” You sobbed quietly against his skin, and all he could do was whisper small “I know,”’s and “it’s okay I’m not going anywhere,” as he stroked your hair.
He gripped you tight, and it took you a moment to gain your composure before you were gazing up through teary eyes at the man next to you.
“What about you? What do you dream about?” You asked, your voice hoarse. Leon paused for a moment, contemplating your question and how to phrase the answer.
“You. The same situation but in reverse. I’m not fast enough or I’m not close enough or I’m not good enough, and I lose you.” Leon answered honestly, and your eyes softened but your brows knitted upwards in an expression of guilt and sadness.
“Oh, Leon…” was all you could muster as you stared at him. “I’m not going anywhere either.” You gave his arm a gentle squeeze, and that was how it started. Before you knew it, Leon was leaning towards you and placing his lips on yours. He kissed you gently, his lips feather light on your own as he cupped your jaw to tilt your head up to him ever so slightly. It was like something clicked. You knew you’d always felt something for Leon, but you’d always feared taking it that step further, fearing it would ruin what you had or that it just wouldn’t feel right. But this, this felt right. It felt natural, normal.
You took initiative, deepening the kiss by propping yourself up on one elbow and pinning his chest flat to the bed with your other hand. Leon responded almost immediately, his hands finding your hips and tracing lines up your back as you hooked a leg over his waist. You were lost in the moment, the taste of him completely addictive as you entangled a hand in his hair, earning a low groan from him that caused heat to pool between your legs. Your hips began to move involuntarily, grinding gently against him that caused you both to shudder.
Leon held his hands against your shoulders for a moment, breaking away from the kiss and he pushed your hair out of your face.
“You’re so beautiful.” He breathed, his pupils blown out in lust and his lips pink and wet. It was a gorgeous sight. You didn’t have the chance to respond before he was pulling you back into the kiss, but this time, he angled you in such a way that meant he could flip you on your back. He towered over you, his hair brushing against your face as he peppered doting kisses along your jaw.
You sighed, suppressing a moan as he worked his way down your body. He reached your breasts, and he looked up at you through hooded eyes.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Leon asked, his gaze never leaving yours. You nodded, and Leon wasted no time continuing. He lifted your his old shirt with ease, taking one of your breasts in his mouth and sucking gently. Your hand shot into his hair, intertwining your fingers in the strands and giving them a gentle pull to encourage him to be a little rougher. He got the hint, his other hand massaging your other breast applying a pleasurable amount of pressure whilst his mouth and tongue got to work sucking and biting your nipple. You desperately wanted to touch him, but your hands had no chance of reaching where he needed you in the position you were in. You reached between the two of you anyway, your fingertips just about reaching the tip of his waistband, indicating what you were desperate to do. Leon pulled his mouth away, causing you to mewl slightly at the lack of contact. He moved your hand away and gently placed it back at your side, not taking his hand away yet like he didn’t trust you not to move.
“I’m nowhere near done with you yet.” Leon spoke in a rough, low voice that sent your head spinning.
He continued down your body, placing kisses along your stomach before settling himself on his front and parting your legs. The way his breath felt against your clothed pussy made your skin flush hot. Leon hooked his arms around your thighs so they sat on his shoulders, and began placing more doting kisses along the inside of the soft flesh.
You tried your best not to squirm as he fingered the line of your panties, pulling the now soaked fabric to the side to allow him access. He groaned slightly at the sight of you glistening wet for him.
“Fuck baby.” He hissed under his breath, before placing a sloppy kiss on your clit making you gasp as shockwaves of pleasure rippled through your stomach. He placed another kiss on your clit, harsher this time causing your legs to clamp together. Before you knew it, Leon was back up on his knees and pulling your underwear fully off now, seemingly growing impatient with the fabric.
All bets were off the table now. Leon returned to his position on his stomach and threw your legs back over his shoulders, burying his face between your thighs and getting to work with his tongue. Your senses were completely overloaded, all you could think about was Leon, and a string of his name rolled off your tongue in throaty whispers as he sucked and licked in all the right places. Your hand shot to his hair once again, combing your fingers through the strands to massage his scalp. It was a desperate plea for him not to stop. You pulled on the strands which made him groan again, the vibrations reverberating against you which intensified everything he was doing with his tongue. You gasped, sitting up slightly and opening your eyes to see his stare fixed completely on you, drinking in your responsiveness. He was determined to please you, desperate to know exactly what you liked.
He pulled away for a second, his thumb immediately going to rub small circles on your clit as a substitute for his mouth. His blue eyes darted from you and back to your centre, before he sunk a digit inside you causing your jaw to fall slack.
“Oh my god.“ you breathed, your head falling automatically back onto the mattress, and you heard Leon chuckle lowly.
“You good, sweetheart?” He said, lowly.
You just about managed a nod, your eyes still closed and mouth slightly agape as the coil in your stomach began to wind tighter with every touch.
“Use your words baby.”
“Yes, yeah-“ You breathed quickly, eyes shooting open, fearing he might stop. Leon chuckled softly, before his mouth was back on your clit and he added a second finger that caused your back to arch involuntarily off the bed.
Leon curled his fingers upwards, hitting that spot inside you that caused you to lose all sense of self.
“Fuck Leon, right there oh my god.” You moaned, and you only got louder as his fingers got faster, working you with expertise you weren’t used to. You were so close, the feeling in your stomach building and building until it finally snapped. A string of cries escaped your lips as you finished, Leon’s hand pressed down on your stomach to keep you still as he continued to finger you through it.
You were still coming to your senses before you even realised Leon was now kneeling in front of you, lining himself up with your entrance and pumping himself a few times as he teased you. Your head shot up from the mattress when you realised what he was doing, and you immediately whined, reaching down between the two of you to impatiently guide him to sink into you.
“Eager much?” Leon smiled, his voice low and rough and it continued to make you dizzy.
“Please.” You begged with doe eyes up at him, but he just laughed softly and took both your hands in his, proceeding to pin them above your head with one hand whilst the other stroked his cock again.
“Stay like this for me, sweetheart.” He breathed against you, before pushing into you painfully slow. He stayed still for a moment, and you both moaned as he bottomed out inside you.
“Please start moving.” You whined.
“Since you asked so nicely…” Leon breathed, his right arm still pinning both your wrists above your head and just like that, he was snapping his hips into yours at a rate that was fatal. The sound of your wetness and his hips slapping into you filled the room. The gasps and moans that left your mouth as your jaw fell slack once again were obscene, you were propping your head up slightly, watching as he pounded into you and it made your head swim.
“Dirty girl, like to watch, do you?” Leon whispered through panting breaths as he continued to fuck you senseless. All you could do was pathetically nod, as your eyes rolled back and you let the pleasure overtake you. The familiar tightness was building again, you instinctively snaked your hand between the two of you and began circling your clit. Leon made a noise not dissimilar to a growl, as you clenched around him at the additional pleasure of your clit being stimulated.
“Fuck.” He groaned. “Look at you, going all dumb on my cock.” Leon brought his other hand up and rested it around your throat, squeezing gently and this almost pushed you over the edge. You fluttered again around his cock, earning a low moan from his lips.
“You like my hand around your throat like this, baby?” He got the hint, you fucking loved it. He squeezed slightly harder on your neck as his pace increased, fucking you deeper than you even thought possible as the head of his cock kissed your sweet spot with every thrust.
You were a mess, writhing beneath him, eyes rolled into the back of your head and babbling nonsense as your climax grew nearer. Leon was close too, his thrusts becoming more stuttered and inconsistent. Your noises got even louder as you gripped onto the arm that held your throat, the pleasure now becoming overwhelming and the band in your stomach snapped again. Another string of cries, mixed with a mantra of Leon’s name left your mouth as you came, the spasming and squeezing around him triggering his own orgasm.
He emptied himself into you, groaning your name and panting into your ear as he slowly fucked you through your orgasm as well as his own. After a moment, he slowed almost to a complete stop before sliding out of you and laying on his back. The two of you lay there, getting your breath back and coming down from your highs.
“Why the fuck haven’t we been doing that this whole time?” You said after a few moments. Leon laughed, his broad chest rising up and down as he did and you still couldn’t help but stare as a sheen of sweat glistened on his skin.
“I don’t know, maybe because we’re both idiots?” He grinned, resting his hand on his stomach whilst tucking the other one behind his head. “I’m sorry if I was a little rough back there.”
You frowned, turning to face him now.
“Not at all. It was fun.” You reassured him, taking in his beautiful face as he still remained laying on his back, glancing up at the ceiling.
After a moment, he broke the silence. “Not gonna lie, I didn’t strike you as the type to get off on choking.”
Your mouth opened in shock and you slapped his arm playfully, and Leon just started chuckling and turned on his side to snuggle into you, his laughter was infectious and you couldn’t help but join in.
nsfw mdni, haven't written in a week or so, sorry if it's rusty ahhh </3
"f-fuck, that pussy feels so good" he grips your waist as you bounce up and down on his cock, feeling the hard tip hit your cervix so well.
you were flushed, dripping on his balls and his lips came up to suck on your collarbones, holding you closer the more you rode him.
"can't last much longer baby, squeezing me so good, gonna fill you up so good with my cum" and his growl siphoned through your body, this time your hands came up to grip his shoulder, bouncing harder now, desperate to please him.
he bit on your neck, leaving a purple mark where he sucked, enticing moans from your mouth, his cock throbbing harder at the mewls you made.
"god damn, i stretch you out on me and the next time we fuck, you're just as tight again baby, gonna have to start plugging that pussy, keep it nice and ready for me huh?" he teases and your cheeks glow red at the thought "plug'd make it easy to keep my cum in you too baby, make sure you always know who you belong to, hmm?"
he grips your jaw, forcing your face up to look at him, kissing away your tears of pleasure, licking at the salt, moaning at the taste.
"look at me baby, so fuckin pretty when you cry".
you feel him throb inside you and before you know it you're milking his cock, his full body weight pressed into you, muttering about your tear stained cheeks and groaning into you, rubbing your clit and dragging you over the edge with him.
he cups your head, gripping your hair "so good f'me, so fuckin good"
Leon isn’t joking when he says he loves you from every and any angle, and he certainly wasn’t joking when he asks to take pictures of you, very raunchy pictures, for his eyes only because god knows Leon Kennedy doesn’t share especially when it comes to you.
That’s why you let him because you know for a fact they won’t be seen by anyone but him and because the idea excites you more than you care to admit.
“Fuck- such a pretty girl” You can hear the machinery in the Polaroid as it pushes out another picture, Leon’s free hand rubbing along your thigh, as you sit on his lap.
His fingers trace against the lace of your underwear, so delicately that you almost don’t even feel it, “Absolute Angel, my angel” he says noticing the way your hips grind against him in a desperate attempt to feel something, and you smile proudly when he lets out a shaky breath.
He loves how needy you’ve become, whining about how he’s ‘wearing too much’ as your hands grasp at the ends of his shirt urging him to take it off, but he’s quick to swat them away.
“Leon, take it off” you whine once more, fingers playing with the end of his shirt, it isn’t fair that he’s still clothed while you’re near enough naked sitting on top of him.
His hands continue to run along your thighs, “Such a needy thing” he says, leaning to press kisses to your neck a clash of teeth and tongue against the sensitive skin, and your hands thread through his hair urging him closer to you as he trails along your collar bones, and you can’t stop your hips from stuttering against his as his hand pushes against your lower back bringing you closer to him.
He pulls away, as he takes his shirt off and you watch how his muscles tense and move with the movement as he throws the fabric in the corner of the room, your hands instantly go for his stomach, gentle fingers tracing along his abs up to his chest, you notice the way his muscles tense at your delicate touch, Leon almost seems prideful at they way you gawk at him.
“Smile for me angel,” he says as he unclasps your bra, letting the straps fall down your shoulders, he points the camera to your chest, “Touch yourself baby” he prompts, watching as your hands squeeze at your boobs, he takes the picture, the dim flash lights the room for a second, and you hear him groan at the sight, as you once again grind against him and you can feel him underneath you.
Your fingers wrap around his wrist slowly guiding his hand towards your lap, he presses his fingers against the wet patch that stains your underwear, and he’s quick to move the camera to capture the sight, his finger circling your clit through your underwear, “Touch me Leon” you sigh and he goes dizzy with nothing but desperate want.
You honestly don’t really remember much, that was until today, so perhaps that’s why you almost have a heart attack when you hand Leon his wallet, the pictures of you tucked away in one of the pockets.
You gasp in complete shock, “What?” He chuckles at your expression, how your mouth is slightly agape with surprise, “You don’t like them?” He teases and you’re far too embarrassed to respond with some snarky comment.
“Leon, why do you have them there? I mean in your wallet of all places?” You ask, hand clasping over your mouth as you look down at the Polaroids of you, there’s one of just your chest your boobs on full display while you squeeze at them, and another, just your hips against his as you sit on his lap, and you can see how hard he is underneath you.
He laughs at your embarrassment, “So I don’t get bored at work” he whispers kissing your forehead, and you shake your head at the thought.
“God Leon- that’s so gross” you sigh, trying to ignore the way he’s looking at you.
“Oh yeah? Because I remember you taking this one” he says pulling out another picture, and your heart almost stops at the sight of your fingers knuckle deep inside your cunt, wearing one of Leon’s old shirts, and you close your eyes as the memory comes rushing back,
“That one is my personal favorite” he whispers pressing a kiss to your jaw and you go silent with shock, feeling very flushed, completely forgetting you had done that.
you’ve been sitting on leon’s cock for what feels like hours now, unmoving, leaving him helpless beneath you. the rope that binds his wrists above his head keeps him from touching you, from letting him cup your tits and kiss them the way he wants to. his eyebrows knit together almost like he’s in pain and he lets out a whimper, trying to buck his hips up, anything to feel some friction. “baby please.”
all he can do is watch as your hand trails down that pretty tummy of yours down to your clit, rubbing slow circles on it. a noise leaves his throat as he feels your pussy squeeze around him, and leon nearly lets out a sob, his abdomen flexing in attempt to weakly thrust his hips. his wrists strain against the rope as he tries to touch you, wanting so badly to replace your hands with his and knead your tits and rub that pretty clit, but he can’t. it's pure torture, even worse that he has to feel it too, every clench of your pussy making him let out a frustrated whine. “fuck angel, don’t do this to me, please. need you so bad i can’t take it, fuck me baby please-“
maybe it’s his begging, maybe it’s because your fingers aren’t enough, but he lets out a choked cry you finally fuck yourself on him, bouncing and rolling your hips onto his over and over. “oh my god,” he slurs, his head lolling back and hitting the headboard with a thump. it feels too good, he can’t help but twitch his hips up to meet yours, fucking so deep into your sticky heat that his eyes roll to the back of his head. he's so close already, so sensitive from being buried inside you for so long. his abdomen tenses and it’s not long before he’s cumming thick, hot ropes into you, watching it coat your thighs as you fuck him through his sensitivity.
re4r leon
leon loves to cockwarm after he returns from a long mission. he loves to keep you seated on his cock while he runs his hands all over your body like he’s trying to commit every little detail of you to memory. maybe he is, because in a few days he’ll be replaying how soft you felt when he leaves again, this time for spain. so let him take his time, let him worship you and revel in your softness before it’s gone all too soon.
“missed you, pretty girl,” he murmurs as he leans forward, lips soft as he kisses all over the underside of your tit, his hand kneading the other. “so much.” you let out a gasp, and that’s a sound leon’s missed. he needs to hear more, wrapping his lips around a nipple and sucking gently, letting his tongue flick against it until it's hard. he groans feeling you clench around his cock but doesn’t move an inch, gripping the fat of your hip tightly to keep you from grinding too much.
it’s too tempting to start thrusting inside you, especially with the way you’re whimpering his name, but leon needs to feel you cum, needs to make up for all the time he was gone. so he brings a hand down to your clit to soothe your ache, rolling it between his fingers and making you moan so pretty for him, a sound leon knows he’ll think about when he’s alone on his next mission and stroke his cock to, wishing he was in this moment with you again.
Summary: You are a researcher for D.S.O. who is responsible for studying Leon Kennedy as Las Plagas overtakes him, maybe even finding a cure. He starts to take a liking to you, too much of a liking to you.
Word Count: 2k
Pairing: yandere plagas!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader (afab)
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Actions depicted in this story are not condoned in real life. You are responsible for your own content consumption. If any of the following warnings trigger you, please read at your own risk. Minors do not interact, this story is 18+ only.
Warnings: Extreme violence and gore, biting, dubcon, forced breeding, gross las plagas-y things, death, mentions of un-aliving. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT.
A/N: Heavily inspired by this artwork by @chanif-art on Tumblr along with Project Scorpion by @tagzpite. Literally could not get this idea out of my head until I wrote it down. Definitely going to be another series. We're also going to pretend D.S.O. was founded way sooner than 2011 k byeeeeee
“I fought a war and I learned how to win, but how do you fight when the enemy’s within?”
You step out of an elevator led by two armed D.S.O. operatives in tactical gear deep underground at HQ, your white lab coat flowing gently as you walk forward. Grasped in your right hand is a voice recorder. You and the operatives go through a series of heavy steel doors leading you into the bowels of the underground facility.
Is all this really necessary? you think to yourself as you’re led deeper into the abyss.
Finally, you’re brought to a single cell enclosed with clear polycarbonate panels with steel reinforcements. In this cell was a man sitting in a chair that was bolted into the floor, his hands chained behind his back and his legs chained to the legs of the chair. This man is Agent Leon S. Kennedy. You approach one of the panels closest to the steel door keeping him in.
Switching the voice recorder on and bringing it to your mouth, you state your name before continuing, “The year is 2004. The subject is field agent Leon Scott Kennedy, currently 27 years old and exhibiting the late stages of Las Plagas infestation, his body is covered in dark, vein like marks. Subject is currently slumped over in the chair. He appears to be catatonic.”
Bringing the recorder away from your mouth, you motion to one of the operatives to guard the door. You input a passcode into a key panel next to the door. It lets out a hiss as it slowly swings open. As you step in, the door swings closed and locks.
You bring the recorder back to your mouth and continue, “Agent Kennedy?”
You watch as Leon slowly lifts his head, his face completely covered in the dark veins, his once blue eyes now have a slight red tinge to them, it makes your stomach twist in sorrow, he used to be such a handsome man.
“Subject appears to still have some cognitive ability left as he immediately recognized his name. We’re still trying to understand how he hasn’t broken down now that the alpha Plagas host, Osmund Saddler, has been destroyed--”
“I’m right here, you know,” Leon suddenly spoke, making you jump.
“Ag-Agent Kennedy!” you reply, eyes wide in shock that he’s able to speak.
“Please, just call me Leon, sweetheart.”
His dark gaze seemed to pierce straight into your very soul. You collect yourself, clearing your throat.
“How are you feeling, Leon?”
Leon looks down at himself, tugging gently at his restraints before looking back up at you, “all things considered, I actually feel pretty damn good.”
“That’s… good, I guess,” you reply, your nervousness clear in your voice.
You hadn’t prepared for this, every researcher that attempted to interact with him got absolutely nothing out of him, hence why they sent you down. You argued with them, not seeing the point but now you began to realize that the difference was they were all men, you were a woman.
“Awww… there’s no need to be so nervous, sweetheart, it’s just me, Leon Kennedy. I promise I don’t bite,” he says, a small smirk appearing on his lips, “hard.”
“Do you know where you are and why you’re here, Leon?”
He lets out a chuckle, “yeah, I’m in D.S.O.’s research facility because I’m turning into a monster.”
“That’s putting it rather bluntly, but yes, that’s correct.”
“About time they sent someone cute down here to visit me, the rest were much too dull. If I wasn’t chained up, I’d ask you out to dinner and a movie.”
You feel yourself blushing, “that’s… very kind of you Leon, however that won’t be happening anytime soon, I’m afraid.”
“That’s a shame, because I’d love to take you to bed and make you scream my name,” he growls, a sinister grin overtaking him.
Your heart is pounding out of your chest as your eyes widen at him. This wasn’t like Leon at all, the parasite was clearly twisting his thoughts. You panic, turning around to motion the operatives to open the door and let you out. As soon as you’re out of the cell, you briskly walk away from the cell as fast as you can, not once looking back. You could have swore you heard Leon’s laugh echo after you.
“I am not going back down there, are you insane?!”
“You’re the first person he has actually spoken to since he got back from Spain,” the lead researcher, Bryan said, setting your voice recorder down onto his desk.
“So? Your point? I’m not doing it and that’s final!”
“Look, this recording gives us valuable data on him, it’s clear that the Plagas inside him is mutating into a more dominant strain. It must know it’s the last one left,” Bryan said, pleading with you.
“So we’re just going to poke and prod him like he’s some guinea pig? Leon wouldn’t have wanted that! Are you sure there’s no way we can cure him?”
“If we attempt to remove the parasite now, it will kill him--”
“Then let’s put him out of his misery, this isn’t right!”
The silence between you was deafening. After a few minutes, Bryan finally spoke.
“Judging by this recording, the Plagas has one thing on its mind.”
“Which is…?”
Bryan looked up at you, letting out a heavy sigh, “reproduction.”
“All the more reason I shouldn’t be going back down there!”
“He’ll be restrained and you’ll have at least two operatives with you at all times, you’ll be safe,” Bryan leans forward on his desk, folding his hands together, “the data you collect from Agent Kennedy is invaluable in finding out how the parasite works, just… go down and talk to him. I know yesterday was unnerving but there is one thing he said that is true, he’s just Leon Kennedy. He’s in there somewhere, even if the Plagas is influencing him.”
You cross your arms, staring at the floor, letting out a frustrated sigh before looking back up at Bryan, “fine. But I want hazard pay.”
“Consider it done, here’s your recorder back,” Bryan says, sliding the recorder across the desk towards you.
You grab the recorder of the desk, turning on your heel to walk out of Bryan’s office.
“You are to report down there in an hour, you hear me?” Bryan calls after you just as you walk out the door.
You fight the urge to flip him off, thinking better of it. You walk down the hall into your office, getting your lab coat back on and sitting at your desk. You press play on the recorder, listening back on your interaction with Leon several times. There was one part where you repeated it several times, sending chills down your spine.
“That’s a shame, because I’d love to take you to bed and make you scream my name.”
How long had Leon been locked down here, chained to this chair? How many men in lab coats came and tried to talk to him? He knew he was a lost cause, why were they keeping him alive? How many times did he wish death would come and take him in his sleep?
But then you came, awakening something in him.
Your natural scent filled the cell completely, so many hours had gone by and he could still smell you and you smelled absolutely divine. He couldn’t stop thinking about you, the way your voice was so sweet yet filled with drive and intelligence. The way you blushed when he flirted with you. The way your heartbeat began to race at just the mere mention of taking you.
God you were so cute when you ran off, all flustered, he couldn’t help but laugh; he hadn’t felt alive like that in so long. His reminiscing was interrupted suddenly when he could hear footsteps coming down the hall. Lifting his head, he practically began to salivate when he saw you had returned.
You came back to me, baby, where you belong…
“The subject appears to be conscious and alert, he watched us as soon as we were in his line of sight,” you say as he watches you speak into the voice recorder.
With a hiss, the door opens and you step inside. Leon breathed in deep, taking in the smell of you, you smelled even better than you had yesterday. He feels his cock twitch in his pants in excitement. He watches as the door behind you closes and locks, just like it had yesterday, trapping you in here with him.
Curse these fucking chains…
“You’re more lively today, Leon, care to tell me why?” you ask, your voice flat and void of any emotion.
“How about you tell me why you smell so nice,” Leon replies, grinning at you, drool running from his mouth down his chin.
He watches you shift uncomfortably before you continue, “I’m not answering that.”
Leon scoffs, shaking his head, “then I’m not going to talk to you, sweetheart.”
You take a deep breath, “if I’m going to be honest, I don’t know why I smell so nice to you, Leon.”
His red eyes scan up and down your form, imagining it without all those needless clothes. Imagining himself pinning you to the floor and fucking you stupid. A strange, clicking sound came out of him from the back of his throat as he pulled aggressively on the chains holding him to the chair. He watches as the two men with guns outside become alert. Leon lets out a low growl as he glares at them.
You turn to face the men, signaling to them to stand down. He watches them both relax before you return your attention to him.
“The transformation appears to be progressing faster than expected,” you say into the recorder, “are you in any pain, Leon?”
Leon slowly shakes his head, “no, just unbelievably horny, doll.”
“We have reason to believe the subject is displaying an increased libido due to the fact that the parasite inside him knows it’s the last of its kind.”
“Stop talking about me like I’m not here, that’s awfully rude.”
“Fine,” you say, lowering the recorder away from your mouth, “what do you want to talk about, Leon?”
“You should ask those nice boys out there to take these chains off me,” Leon purrs, staring at you longingly.
“Absolutely not, Leon,” you reply, crossing your arms, “those chains are there for my safety as well as your own, at least until we can get the Plagas out of your body.”
“I think I’m too far gone for that, don’t you think, sweetheart?”
You take a deep breath and exhale loudly, the sorrow clear in your eyes, “I am so sorry that this is what you have become, Leon.”
“I’m not,” Leon says as that sinister grin overtakes him again; he starts to chuckle.
“Leon,” you begin, stepping closer and kneeling down to be eye level with Leon, “I know the real you is in there, somewhere, you have to fight it.”
Your scent was almost enough to drive him crazy, you were delectable. He licks his lips, that clicking sound coming out from this throat again. His eyes are locked on you and he sees you glance down briefly before looking back into his eyes. He knew what you were looking at, you were looking at the noticeable bulge in his cargo pants.
“You’re so pretty, you know that?” Leon says, his body visibly trembling.
You don’t respond, you simply stare at him with that same sad look in your eyes. How could you not want him as much as he wanted you. His lips curl into a snarl.
“Let me FUCK YOU!” he growls, lunging forward, the bolts in the chair letting out a loud screech as they’re bent slightly.
You stumble back, falling backwards onto the floor as Leon continues to struggle violently. The two men with guns come rushing in, one of them grabbing you off the floor while the other shoots a tranquilizer dart into Leon’s thigh. Leon feels the effects almost instantly, his body becomes limp as he becomes sluggish, his mouth hanging agape as he watches you get led out of the room by the two men, the door shutting and locking behind them as you’re led away.
“Mine,” he whispers in his last moments of consciousness, “all mine.”
leon can be impatient. especially when he’s been gone for weeks on a mission and you’re the only thing he could think about.
so that’s why the second he steps through the door he’s pulling you by the back of the head into a bruising kiss without a single greeting. no hello, nothing, just leon kissing you hard as he pins you against the wall of the hallway, broad body caging yours. if he wasn’t so desperate, he might’ve taken his time with you. whispered in your ear about how much he missed you, how he’d touch himself thinking about the way you taste, how he’d cum with your name on his lips every single night. but there’s no time for that. not when he finally has the real you right in front of him, after weeks of just his hand and memory to get himself off.
he makes quick work of your clothes and sinks onto his knees before you, hiking a thigh onto his shoulder. “missed you,” he mumbles. even through his desperation he’s still so tender, littering the inside of your leg with kisses, higher and higher until he presses an open-mouthed one right on your clit. you feel rather than hear the moan leon lets out when he finally tastes you, his eyes threatening to roll to the back of his head as he dips his tongue inside you and drinks up all the slick you’re drooling just for him.
“god, i missed you,” he slurs. “missed this so fucking much.”
all you can do is whine, a broken sob catching in your chest as he doesn’t stop, flicking his tongue on your clit over and over and over. if it weren’t for the near-bruising grip on your hips you might’ve collapsed but leon’s got you. keeps you steady as his lips wrap around your throbbing clit and he sucks, orgasm crashing over you in waves and he eases you through it, drinking all that you have to offer.
re2 leon
poor rookie leon cums hard whenever you sit on his face. gets too turned on for his own good; it’s apparent in the way his cock is already half-hard and all you’ve done is hover over his face. he paws at your hips, a bit impatiently, trying coax you down onto his awaiting mouth.
“please, baby,” he hopes the strain in his voice isn’t too obvious. “let me—let me taste you.”
it feels like his head spins the moment you rest your weight on his face and leon is gone, laving his tongue wherever he can reach. he’s quick to grow pussydrunk, licking and sucking at you so sloppy because he just wants to fucking drown in you, needs your slick down his throat more than he needs air to breathe. he can’t stop the whine he lets out when your hips begin to roll against his face, the throb in his cock growing so unbearable that he reaches down to palm himself and match the pace of his hand to his tongue.
use him. that’s all he wants, for you to fuck his face like he’s nothing, grind your clit on his tongue til you cum and leon will too, spurting thick white ropes onto his tummy because he likes being a mess just for you. <3
note. this was j supposed to be fluff but i got ahead of myself.
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“Paint me like one of your French girls.”
You laugh at Leon’s statement. He’s perched on the small, green couch in your home art studio, wearing nothing but his pink, fluffy robe as you prepare your oil paints.
“You’re my first French girl, Leon.”
–-
You had suggested painting him nude while you were both in bed, lazing around. You’re in each other’s hold, Leon’s arms around your waist and face on your chest when he asks about any new projects you had in mind.
He loves hearing about what art piece you were doing or planned to do. It was how you expressed yourself, whether there was a deeper meaning or none at all. He found it beautiful. Every work you do it had a bit of your personality in it. He could tell your work from thousands by the intricate details they carry.
When you told Leon you wanted to paint him, he wasn’t too surprised. You mentioned he was your favourite thing to draw or think of when you had art block. The admission had left him sputtering, his face red as he tried to get his words out.
On the third date, you showed him your sketchbook, pages littered with drawings and portraits of him. Some were quick sketches, while other’s looked like you took time to get every detail of him.
You’re always on my mind, Leon. You had confessed. Was it a little creepy? At that moment, flipping through the drawings of him, the attention to detail they held, he’d say it was romantic.
People have always said he was pretty as a picture, yet you’re the only one that makes his heart beat faster and his tummy fill with butterflies when you say he’s the type of gorgeous you’d find in a painting.
“A nude painting,” you specify. It was as if you told Leon he was the object of your affection for the first time again. His head buries into your chest, trying to hide his flushed face. You smile at his sudden bashfulness.
“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, baby.” You run your fingers through his soft hair. “I want to try something new, but it’s okay. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“‘S fine, angel. But can’t you use a picture?”
“Where’s the fun in that, pretty boy.”
He groans, muffled by your shirt, and you giggle.
He loves to please you — in more ways than one — and nothing compares to the smile that graces your face, so he agrees. It’s not like Leon’s uncomfortable with you looking at him bare and vulnerable. There were other problems he was worried would interrupt your craftwork.
–-
Leon leans back into the couch, doing just as you instructed. His bare back hits the soft cushioning, and it’s surprisingly comfortable.
His robe is off, on the floor next to your easel. He rests his chin on his hand, supported on the arm of the couch.
He’s nervous. You said it’s nothing you haven’t seen before, but this almost feels more intimate than being intertwined with you in bed.
Maybe it’s the gaze you hold when you’re analysing him, grasping the compositions and layering basic shapes onto the canvas.
He can’t help but think of when you told him he’s your favourite canvas to mark up. Sucking the reddish marks into his skin which turn the prettiest shade of purple, as you like to put it. Or when you said the colour on his cheek was your favourite shade of pink.
You always did like to rile him up, muttering the filthiest things to him in the most mundane setting, just like right now.
“Spread your legs wider, Leon.” You mumble in a casual tone as if you don’t know the implications of your own words. You’re so engrossed with getting your work right you probably don’t.
It’s so fucking sexy seeing you in your element. Your brows pinched together, and your face serious with concentration.
He obediently listens to you, parting his legs wide, and the problem he wishes wouldn’t happen is currently hardening between his thighs. You don’t notice, mixing paints to ensure it's the correct shade.
You’re probably 30 minutes into painting, and he’s already hard. You said you’d take a while to finish, and he could tap out whenever he wants to, but he doesn’t want to disappoint.
Finally, you’re looking up from the canvas and towards Leon. Your brows quirked up in surprise when trying to examine his features, studying the curve of his nose and the sharpness of his jawline to imitate on the canvas. His face is pink, the shade you know and adore so much.
Your eyes trail down his body, his dick fully erect, slapping against his stomach. Your gaze is on his face again with a smirk on your lips.
He knows, you know, he’s rock-hard simply from the glances you take at him and the words you mutter. His lashes flutter, and he moves his hand to cover his face while the other is shamefully obscuring his cock.
“Be a good boy, and don’t move, Leon. I want to make sure everything looks good.” You say, and he thinks you aren’t going to acknowledge his 7-inch problem.
“Oh, and make sure your pretty dick is hard for me, okay, baby?” You go back to your painting, trying to hide your smug expression.
His adam’s apple bobs as he swallows his nerves, but he relents, going into position, not before giving his cock a firm squeeze.
“Don’t cum too, okay? I want to be the one making you cry.”
A few hours pass, and Leon is on the verge of tears. He listened to what you said, only providing himself with enough stimulation to keep his cock hard but not enough to tip him over the edge into bliss.
Precum leaks from the head down to the shaft. His dick is red and spent. He wants nothing more than for you to stop painting and make him cum.
“I’m almost done. You’ve been such a good boy for me, baby.”
Your words are almost enough to make him spill his cum over the expensive fabric of your eccentric couch.
You’re adding the finishing touches to the painting with each stroke, making sure you get the placement of each mole or freckle correct and each vein of his cock following to the tip right.
You swear he belongs in a museum. No art can replicate how beautiful he truly is.
“I’m done.” You sigh, moving to get up to rid your skin of paint.
After rinsing yourself off the paint, you make your way to Leon. You get comfortable in a seat on the couch right next to him. He’s breathing heavily in anticipation, looking up at you through his long lashes. Pretty, pink lips parted as pretty gasps left him.
You cup his face, pressing your lips to his. The kiss is soft as you move your lips slowly in unison. He breathes out your name when you pull away. One of your hands moves to his throat, softly squeezing. Leon whimpers, his hands moving to hold your waist.
“Good job, baby. You didn’t cum once. I know it hurts, but I'm going to make you feel better,” you whisper, softly kissing his flushed forehead.
Your hand moves to his pulsing cock, and gives it a soft squeeze, relishing the whine Leon lets out. Your touch sends goosebumps along his skin, and he plants his head into the crook of your neck.
His hips eagerly buck into your hold. He’s practically sobbing into your neck, his soft hair tickling the underside of your jaw. You rest your chin on top of his head, smelling the fragrance of his shampoo.
You thumb the slit on the tip of his cock, using his precum as a lubricant to start moving your hand back and forth on his shaft.
You start at a slow pace. You don’t want Leon cumming quickly, wanting to enjoy every cry and whimper.
The soft shlick noise of you jerking Leon’s cock fills the room with his desperate cries. He pulls back away from the crook of your neck, tears flowing down his blushing face.
“Please, please, please, g– go faster, angel. I’ve been such a good boy for you. Let me cum, please.” He pleads, looking at you with those puppy dog eyes. His hips rutted frantically into your palm. How could you deny your boy?
“Okay, pretty baby. Cum for me.” You say softly, picking up the pace of jerking him off.
He whimpers loudly, thighs quivering lightly as his orgasm crashes and hot spurts of his cum spill onto your hand. He’s panting, dazed with lust and staring at you with what seems like hearts in his eyes.
“T- thank you, thank you, s’much.” Leon gasps like a broken record, and you think he’s fucked himself dumb with your hand.
You peck his lips, effectively shutting him up.
“Let’s get you cleaned up so I can show you my favourite artwork yet.”
lazy eating — leon kennedy ( nsfw ). longer name. leon would eat you out for himself.
he’s impatient. especially when he gets home, eyes hooded. he doesn’t eat you out for your pleasure. only for his. he’ll just walk in, you with a pretty smile sat in your desk chair, greeting him. but leon’s already on his knees, pulling your legs apart as he doesn’t pay mind to your surprised hitch of breath. your pants and panties are already pulled away and tossed, before one of his hands are rested on your stomach to stop you from moving so much.
he doesn’t say a word as he harshly widens yours legs even more, leaning in, and licking straight up your already weeping pussy. no matter how much you squirm leon won’t be stopping, lapping at your cunt until all you can say is babbled murmurs. his body begins to relax the more he eats you out, lifting your legs to rest over his shoulders as he sucks and nibbles on your clit, making your thighs shake. leon doesn’t eat you out for your pleasure. he’s selfish when he’s tense.
so, when you’ve reached your first orgasm his tongue isn’t slowing, now beginning to thrust into your hole, as you try and breath through the overstimulation, pushing at his head to leave your poor cunt. “l — leon — i can’t — ” “jus’ stay quiet.” he murmurs lowly into your pussy as he pushes his head even further between your legs making your chest heave. one after the other. your orgasms never end, and your mind is mush. leon kisses your pussy lips, sucks on your clit and devours all of your arousal. and it’s all for his benefit alone.
Synopsis: Leon helps you get off <3 RE4R Leon. nsfw.
Content/Warnings: 18+, porn without plot, fem reader, soft dom Leon, fingering, pet names, praise
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Leon always lends a hand when you need it, and that includes helping you get off. laying in bed, he holds you against him, your back pressed firmly against his chest. his strong arm circled around your waist, free hand dipped between your thighs. two fingers stuffed deep into your cunt, slowly pumping in and out of you, each thrust accompanied by the filthy, wet sound of your pussy.
“feels good, baby?” Leon whispers, his voice low and soothing against your ear. he stretches you so good, thick fingers working into your wet cunt while he brushes his thumb over your sensitive clit, making you whine as your pussy clenches around his digits.
“Leon,” you mewl, mind feeling hazy while your body aches for release. “please.”
he hums, hearing your desperation as he presses a soft kiss on the back of your neck. “needy, aren't you,” he teases, but he indulges you, giving you exactly what you want.
he gradually starts to increase the pressure and pace of his movements, fingers fucking into you with more fervour. he curls them in against you, his thumb rubbing circles over your swollen clit. the sensation is so blissfully overwhelming, and it has you coming completely undone.
almost subconsciously, your hips begin to move in sync, rolling down onto his fingers to take him deeper. the intensity makes you feel feverish, and it doesn't take long until your stomach starts to coil in pleasure.
“i'm close,” you breathe out, voice strained as you're nearing the edge.
“fuck,” Leon groans, both at your words, and the feeling of your soaked cunt sucking his fingers in, “come for me, baby.”
he keeps a steady rhythm, his lips finding way to the back of your neck once more, leaving a trail of hot kisses on your skin. the tender, yet intense pleasure finally brings you over the edge, a broken moan falling from your lips as you cum on Leon's hand. your legs tremble, pussy spasming as Leon whispers you a string of praise, soothing you through your orgasm.
“there you go, sweetheart,” he murmurs, leaving a kiss right by your ear, “always so good for me,” he coos.
he keeps you in his embrace while you take a moment to catch your breath, eventually turning over to face him before he briefly captures your lips with his own. when he pulls away and meets your gaze, you can see the desire that's practically written into his baby blue eyes, silently pleading. it's no surprise—you're well aware of Leon's growing need, and your hand is already travelling down to palm at the bulge of his half hard cock, offering to lend him a hand next.
