Using your One Wish Willow was supposed to be a joke. What happens now that Leon Kennedy himself is in front of you, seemingly in love with everything you are?
word count: 2.2k, chapter five
content: fluff and SMUT. kissing. a little dryhumping. unprotected sex. top!leon, bottom!reader (aka i wrote this as gn as possible). creampie. etc etc
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Leon didn’t mean to find your stash of items; it just happened. He wanted to make himself useful and clean your living space when he stumbled upon them. The posters and printout and pictures. All of him in the outfit he’d worn in Spain, of the old RPD uniform that haunted the back of his closet.
But it wasn’t him, was it? It was merely a caricature of the man he saw in the mirror. A faux with eerie similarities. But something twisted at his chest. Something unsettling.
Why would you have these? Why would you hide them?
He swallowed back his discomfort and made his way to your laptop after you’d given him the password so he wouldn’t get bored.
He’d never snooped through your things yet, no. But you didn’t give him a choice, did you?
That’s where he found everything. The tabs and search histories and the games. Games?
It was upon searching his own name that he was horrified at his likeness splattered all over the web.
And of course, the main search read: “Leon S. Kennedy is a character from the Resident Evil franchise,” along with a near perfect description of his livelihood.
He stumbled back from your laptop, shutting it as his mind raced.
How does one recover from the fact that they aren’t real? That they aren’t meant to exist?
And with the things you had of him—of the character—you were surely a fan. Had you done this to him? Brought him into a world he couldn’t escape? One that knew details about him, that even he could hardly remember?
But it was too late, even as his mind raced. He’d fallen for you, even if it was almost uncharacteristically fast. Then again, he’d fallen for Ada in one night too. He was a hopeless romantic, that much was true.
You’d gotten home when he returned to the laptop, scrolling through your photo album. He expected the casual selfie, yes. Maybe even other game characters like Bayonetta or James Sutherland. But to find himself in your own camera roll, before he’d appeared in your life? His heart raced.
The front door clicked open, and he hastily shoved your things back in your closet and exited all tabs. He wondered if you knew that he were a character. Was there that possibility? And more importantly, was that all you saw him as? Or did you see him as the person he felt he was; as the man who’d faced horror after horror, who finally felt comfortable surrounded in the warmth of your home?
You arrived home in a good mood, despite how tired you were. The shift was a draining one, but knowing you had Leon waiting for you was nice. After all, you had a growing romance. Slow kisses and warm, tender hugs. It was everything you’d ever wanted, wrapped up in a pretty bow.
Leon wasn’t waiting for you this time, though. Your brows flicked together out of confusion.
He rushed to meet you by the door. “Hey,” he said, as nonchalant as could be.
“Hi,” you said, looking at him curiously before you set your bag down on the couch. “How was your day?”
“Fine,” he replied. He took a step forward. “You look tired.”
“Long shift,” you explained lazily.
He hummed, reaching out towards you until he could set an arm around your torso. “You’re working too hard,” he mumbled. His hand squeezed at your body. “Maybe you need someone to take care of you for a change.”
Was the idea appealing? Yes. But independence was what you were used to.
You rolled your eyes lightheartedly. “I can take care of myself just fine,” you assured.
“Didn’t say you couldn’t,” he retorted. “I just think you might need it.” He swallowed, playing with the hem of your shirt. “Just… let me take the weight off for a night.”
“Really?” you asked unsurely. “You’ll make dinner?”
He let out a tiny huff. “Really,” he promised. “You go sit down. Or, better yet, go change into something comfortable.” He patted your sides, as if dismissing you.
Taking the cue, you wandered off to put on your pajamas. When you went back into the kitchen a few short moments later, Leon had already begun working on dinner.
The sight of him made your heart patter. His sleeves rolled up, eyes meticulously focused on the knife in his hands. It was the perfect domestic scene.
When he heard you approach, he smiled. “There you are.” He set down the knife, eyes scanning you up and down. “Comfortable?”
You offered him a tiny smile as you nodded. “Yeah. Feeling much better now.” You glanced over his shoulder, attempting to peek at whatever task he was completing. “Whatcha making?”
“Just some pasta,” he replied. He leaned over the counter to grab a wooden spoon, stirring it in the red sauce. “Here,” he said. “Tell me if it needs more salt.”
You took the spoon from his grasp, tasting the tomatoe-y goodness, mixed with the various seasonings he’d surely utilized.
You hummed softly before shaking your head. “No, it’s perfect.”
He took the spoon back, a smile tugging at his lips. “I’ll take that as a win, then.”
You leaned back against the counter, watching as he continued preparing everything.
“How’d you learn to cook?”
He chuckled under his breath. “Survival,” he said simply. “It’s a practical skill. Never know when I’ll be stuck somewhere with little time or resources.”
Hearing that made sense, but it still made your heart dip.
“True,” you said. “I taught myself too, but I still kinda suck. That’s why all our meals thus far have been pretty boring.”
He rolled his eyes at you, before adjusting the temperature of the stove. “I’m not complaining,” he said. “You could serve me cereal for every meal and I’d be happy.”
Smiling at him, your eyes crinkled at the corners. “Don’t tell me that,” you scolded lightheartedly. “Might be the plan for tomorrow.”
He laughed, and it was a sound you’d barely heard until now. It was beautiful.
“I’ll take my chances.” He leaned in conspiratorially. “But if things get too bad, I might have to take over the kitchen permanently.”
“What, you take care of the place while I make the big bucks?” Ridiculous, considering the payment you got wasn’t nearly enough to sustain the two of you.
“I think it’s a fair trade. You bring home the paycheck, and I take care of the rest. You’ll get a warm meal, a clean house… and me.”
Your eyes roamed his face as you smiled. “Yeah? I get you?”
“Yeah,” he replied, cupping your face with his calloused palm. “You get me.” He closed the distance with a soft, sure kiss.
Leaning into him, you returned the kiss until pulling back to meet his eyes. “Very fair trade then.”
He let go, returning to prepare your meal. It was a nice, quiet one. Just as your meals together always were. Filled with light conversation; the type of banter that made your heart thump.
With the kitchen clean and your tummies full, you two retreated to the couch to simply lay with each other. You were silent, sprawled on top of his body. Thinking about him, and everything that was happening.
“You’re quiet,” he pointed out. You’d proven to be a talker once comfortable, and he missed it, even if he wouldn’t admit it.
You nestled into him further, far more comfortable than in the days prior. “I’m just… thinking about how different life has been since you’ve shown up.”
He paused, his fingers resting on your arm. “Different how?” he asked. “Good different, or…?”
“Definitely a good different,” you assured. You tilted your head back against his chest, angled enough to meet his eyes. “Like, I don’t know… I’ve been missing something.”
His eyes on you were intense and focused. “And now that you’ve found it… do you plan on letting go?”
“No way,” you whispered softly.
He leaned in, enough to kiss you. “Good,” he mumbled.
The angle was a little awkward for a kiss, so you broke apart from him to shift in his lap. Like this, you were straddling him. Chest to chest, you kissed.
Leon seemed to grow more passionate as your kissing continued, holding on to you like the anchor keeping him tied to land.
His tongue brushed along yours, trying to take and take until you were breathless.
“You know,” he exhaled. Eyes closed as his forehead rested against yours. “If we keep doing this, I…” he trailed off, but you could assume where it was going. He was wanting more.
“I know,” you replied. Heart pounding, you said ‘fuck all.’ “But… I want this. I want you.”
He seemed to take a breath before he replied. “Then you’ve got me.” He kissed you again, lips incessant before they trailed down your jaw and neck.
You moaned softly as he nipped at your sensitive skin, and he practically whimpered back. He pulled back enough to look at you, eyes shining with need. “You’re making it really hard to take it slow,” he admitted.
“Then don’t,” you said. “I meant what I said. I want you.”
His mouth found yours again immediately, and you had to muffle a startled sound. His hands, which had been so carefully resting on you, began to explore the crevices of your body.
As the kiss intensified, so did the heat between your legs. Involuntarily, your hips grinded into his lap.
He grunted, and you squeaked. “Sorry!”
“Don’t— don’t apologize.” He held you closer to him, enough for you to feel his hardness poking into you. The friction was delicious.
“Oh,” you mumbled, eyes wide. “I really want you to fuck me,” you said bluntly.
He froze, staring at you intently, before lifting you up without another word. You startled again, surprised by his sheer strength. Your legs wrapped around his waist, arms around his shoulders, as he carried you to your bed.
He set you down, carefully hovering his body above yours. The look in his eyes was something you’d never seen before, but something you’d imagined ten times over.
Your breaths were already unstable as he began to pull your shirt off. You nodded, and with the permission, he tossed it aside before pulling off his own.
You stared. Of course you did. The toned muscles, the abs that looked carved out of rock. Despite the scars that littered his body, your hands reached out to touch him. You believed he was beautiful, and it showed in your tender caresses and the way your eyes never faltered on him.
Leon couldn’t really handle the attention. It made him hungrier for you. It made him put his hands and mouth all over you, until you were whimpering.
“You’re perfect,” he breathed. It was warm against your skin. “Every inch of you.”
His hands roamed, stopping where you ached for his touch. “I do,” he replied. “Now,” he licked his lips. “Let me show you exactly how much I think so.”
You moaned as his fingers flexed between your legs. Your muscles trembled and tightened, and he smiled.
“That’s it,” he said. “Don’t hold back.”
“Leon,” you gasped out. “Please.”
He knew what you wanted, so he retracted his hand. His fingers made their way onto your hips, holding you down.
“Look at me,” he commanded. His own eyes were locked onto you, unwavering.
As he slid into you, he pushed deeply and groaned. The tight warmth of your body was practically welcoming him home, and he couldn’t fathom how he’d gone a single day without the sensation.
Your eyes practically rolled back as you clutched the sheets. “Oh my god.”
He stayed still, getting you accustomed to the feeling, before beginning a slow grind of his hips. His thrusts remained deep and purposeful.
“That’s it,” he praised. “Just like that.”
He leaned down, pressing his skin to yours. It made you feel so exposed, so close. With Leon, though, it felt okay. It felt right.
You felt your fingers in one hand becoming interlaced with his, as he held your hand against the mattress.
Your flesh pulsed around his length, squeezing him rhythmically. The feeling was so captivating that his hips stuttered. The pace became more frantic as your frequent moans filled the room.
The bed creaked with each thrust, headboard hitting the wall repeatedly. He focused his eyes on you, eyes glassy.
“Ah, fuck—” you mewled. “Leon, I’m close.”
He continued to drive into you, determined to get you to your peak. When he felt your body shudder with overwhelming pleasure, as you released, he groaned. His own body stiffened, and he had to pause to let his release fill you.
You were both trembling, and Leon let himself collapse on top of you (although, not crushing you). Your hands came to rest lazily on his back, and he leaned into the touch.
It was silent, your combined breaths the only thing keeping the room alive, until he spoke. “You okay?”
He finally pulled out, the sound slick, and laid beside you. You curled into him, eyes closing. Your brain felt like mush, and only one tiny thought swirled around your brain.
You had successfully been fucked by Leon Kennedy.
a/n: i know they just kissed but yes there is smut now because again WE ARE GETTING THINGS MOVING!!!!! also let’s be real… if leon came to life, we’d all want to jump his bones asap. side note i know the smut’s a little awkward, i’m not used to writing it! nonetheless, i did my best. thank uuu
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