Summary: a chance of getting an extension of time after every kill, along with more fire power, weren’t the only abilities Leon obtained with this new appearance. With under four minutes left on the clock and the whole west wing of the care center cleaned, Leon decides he's going to test the full newly acquired package on you before the buzzer drops.
Tags: No use of Y/N. Male reader. Leon's costume from ‘Leon Must Die (forever)’ where he has wolf ears and a tail. Heat cycle behavior. Scenting. Possessive behavior. Size kink. Size difference. Top Leon. Bottom male reader. Wall sex. Manhandling. Knotting. Cum inflation. Breeding kink. Cockwarming. Creampie. (I have no shame). Marking. Bite marks. Kissing. Making out. Pet names. Praise kink. Overstimulation. Feral Leon Kennedy.
ℳ𝒶𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉
Words count: 3500
03:47
Three minutes and forty-seven seconds until the run ended.
One life and a timer with no saves or mercy.
He'd decided to spend the last of his minutes pinning you against one of the many caramel colored concrete walls of the Care Center’s west wing hall.
"Don't move," he growled, a rumble that vibrated out of his chest and into yours where it was crushed under the weight of him.
His leather jacket was left lying on the floor, boots planted wide as those arms hooked under the backs of your knees and hoisted you clean off the floor.
Back slammed against the wall and punched the air out of your lungs with no way of restoring them as his mouth crashed into yours with no finesse.
Just teeth first followed by his tongue along the hot wet shove of him in.
Strong muscular organ forcing your lips wider apart as it kept pushing, wrapping around yours and pressing flat against the roof of your mouth before dragging down along your teeth, kissing like he was trying to eat you whole.
Above his head (actually on his head, twitching and pivoting like they were picking up every sound in the building) the pair of tawny wolf ears flattened back against his hair when you whimpered into his mouth.
He liked that sound.
They pinned tighter and his throat rolled out a low purring growl, gravel-on-gravel noise that no human chest was supposed to be capable of.
"Mmmph—“ you tried to say anything, his name, maybe, but he didn't let you.
His slick and hot tongue shoved deeper, slick and hot as he tilted his head to fit his mouth harder against yours, nose mashing against the side of your own, stubble scraping your cheek and underside of your jaw, rough little burns of sensation that pricked up into pleasure every time he pressed in for more.
He pressed for more constantly.
Every time you broke to breathe he chased your mouth, caught your lower lip between his teeth and tugged before plunging his tongue back in with a low warning growl.
Your head knocked against the concrete behind from the fierce hunger he put for kisses, grounding his hips up into yours and the movement rolled your whole body up the wall a few inches.
Oh fuck, you could feel a thick, hot pressure wedged between the cheeks of your ass through the layers of fabric, nudging and insisting, grinding slow upward strokes that bullied right into your tailbone and higher.
Tail behind him, russet-brow plume of coarse fur, was whipping back and forth with manic speed, slapping against the side of his thighs and your toes located there, making soft whipping noises you could actually hear over the wet sounds of his mouth on yours.
He broke the kiss barely, his forehead stayed pressed to yours and a string of spit connected your bottom lip to his upper, breath panting hot against your mouth while his pupils were blown wolf-wide, black devouring the blue.
"Two minutes forty," he rasped, reading the clock somehow without looking at it like his ears had counted the ticks. "Clock's eatin' us."
"Leon—" you finally got the word out and it came shaky, close to half a moan as his bulge pushed up again at exactly the wrong moment and the word cracked in the middle. "Leon, the timer—"
"Yeah." Another harder roll of his hips letting you felt the large shape of him trapped behind denim and whatever thin layer of his underwear was keeping it from being skin, dragging up the cleft of your ass.
A low chuckle rolled out of his chest that sounded like a wolf who had cornered his prey.
"Don't care." His mouth dropped to your throat and he bit hard enough that the canines in his mouth, sharper than yours, dented your pulse.
He held the bite and sucked, growling into the wet seal of his lips around your neck until you felt the vibration down in your ribs. "Gonna lose? Fine. Losin' with you on my cock."
The gloves came off as he let one of your legs drop to yank the black tactical glove off his right hand with his teeth, spitting it onto the floor.
Bare palm coming back and cupping the side of your face, thumb dragging over your kiss-swollen lip and the pad of it was feverishly hot.
"Look at me."
Looking up at him, his eyes caught the red of the emergency light and threw it back.
"Good boy."
Your cock jumped so hard in your jeans you felt it slap the inside of the denim as he hitched your leg back up, reseating you on his hips so that his bulge aligned right where he wanted it.
When he pressed up, you gasped and it immediately broke into a moan when he started grinding in earnest drags of his clothed cock against the seat of your jeans, hitting that spot where the seam ran up between your cheeks and turning the pressure into torture.
"Feel that?" His voice was right against your ear now, flick of the tip of his tongue against your earlobe.
Another satisfied growl and the wolf ears on top of his head swiveled forward.
02:13
He broke off the kissing only to start work on your clothes, the leather of his jacket creaked as he shifted his grip with one massive bicep still hooked solidly under your left thigh, holding your entire weight while his freed right hand dropped between your bodies and yanked at your belt.
It gave with a clatter, button of your jeans popping, zipper hissing down in one pull.
His hand shoved inside, calloused palm hot and rough, fingers closing around your bare cock and squeezing as you keened and your head fell back against the wall with a thud you barely felt because his mouth was already at your throat again, sucking a bruise into the side of your neck while his hand started stroking, thumb dragging over the wet slit at your tip and spreading the precum down your shaft in one long slick pull.
"Leon—" His nose dragged up the side of your neck, inhaling as the ears flicked.
He could smell how turned on you were.
The idea short-circuited something in your brain and you felt yourself leak more into his palm, a hot bead of it running down the side of his thumb.
He hummed in approval, purr coming back and this time it didn't stop, a continuous low rumble coming out of him while he worked your cock with slow torturing strokes, twist at the top, drag at the base, squeeze under the head on the way up.
01:47
The countdown chirped an alert tone as he pulled his hand out of your jeans, now slick and shining with your precum, bringing it up to your mouth, two fingers pushing past your lips.
Tasting salt and musk from yourself while his fingers pressed down on your tongue, eyes watching your mouth work with hunger and ears staying forward while his tail kept lashing.
When he pulled his fingers free they came out with a wet pop right as he was shoving your and his own jeans down.
He had to let your leg drop again for a second to get the zipper done before he had you back up against the wall, legs splayed over his forearms as the hot weight of his bare cock was suddenly resting against the naked inside of your thigh.
Couldn't help but look down.
Fuck.
He was thick and veined, head already wet and shining where it had leaked against your leg.
A nest of dark blond hair at the heavy base as the weight of it rested on your skin like a brand.
lower, at the very root, something fuller and already distended, a swollen ring of flesh that hadn't been there the last time you'd seen him naked.
You stared at it for a heartbeat too long and his hips ground forward, hiding it from view.
"Eyes up here," he growled, nose bumping yours. "Eyes on me when I put it in."
His spit-wet fingers pressed between your cheeks, found your hole, circled it once before sinking the tip of one in. You jolted and he hushed you with a softer kiss, tongue sliding into your mouth in slow exploratory strokes while his finger worked its way knuckle-deeper, second knuckle and curl.
"Nngh—"
"Yeah. There it is."
Another finger as you stretched around him and he watched your face the whole time, drinking every micro-expression with predatory attention. The purring in his chest got louder and his tail had picked up speed again, hitting against the wall beside your hip constantly.
01:12
"Leon—please—"
"Please what?"
"Please—"
"Use your words, sweetheart." His fingers scissored and you sobbed. "Clock's tickin'. Tell me what you want."
"Fuck me. Please fuck me. Leon, please—"
The fingers vanished as something bitter and heat-radiating replaced them, blunt wet head of his cock pressed against your hole and his arms readjusted under your thighs, hitching you higher to angle you down.
Then he let gravity do the first half of the work.
Your own weight dragged your body down onto him inexorably as the stretch grew obscene along a burning, splitting fullness that made your mouth fall open in a silent scream.
His cock split you open inch by inch, grinding past the ring of muscle, shoving deeper and deeper until your ass finally met the base of his thighs and you were seated on him completely.
He was panting, tongue out a little and ears flicking back, purr taking a rougher tone, almost a growl now as his eyes had gone half-lidded with the effort of not just rutting into you immediately.
"Fuck," he breathed. "Fuck. You're tight."
"Leon—"
The first thrust was upward, a hard snap of his hips that bounced you against the wall and punched the breath out of your lungs. The second was harder, by the third he had a rhythm as he was now fully fucking you, cock driving up into you over and over while his biceps held your thighs open and his mouth found yours again.
The kissing got sloppier as teeth clacked and his tongue wasn't doing technique anymore, just shoving into your mouth in time with his thrusts, fucking your mouth the same way he was fucking your ass.
High broken whimpers and gasped curses poured into his open mouth, tail on his back whipping crazily.
00:48
The countdown chirped another warning, drowned by the heavy panting against your mouth, grin of white and sharp teeth pulling up at one corner. Sharp teeth. "Hear the clock, baby?"
"Ngh—"
"Gonna lose balls-deep in you." A hard thrust and the head of his cock punched your prostate, making sparks explode behind your eyes. "Gonna lose with your ass clenchin' on me. That what you want?"
"Yes—"
"Yeah you do." Another thrust and those additional ears twitched, tail whipping harder. "Want me to fill you up while they're loggin' my death screen?"
"Leon—Leon, please—"
"Beg."
"Please, please, please, please—"
He snarled, lips pulled back off teeth and the rhythm broke into brutally deep strokes that jackhammered up into you and made your whole body bounce against the wall.
His mouth was on your throat, teeth right at your pulse as his cock was hitting that spot inside you on every single thrust.
His tail had gone wild, slapping out of rhythm with anything.
Your own hard member was trapped between your bodies, dragging back and forth against the hard ridges of his stomach where his shirt had ridden up. Every thrust ground the underside of your shaft against the cut of his abs with perfect friction and pressure.
The angle was killing you while the purr-growl in his chest had become a continuous rolling snarl and he was saying things against your neck. “Mine, take it, good boy, made for this… fuck fuck fuck.”
You came hard without warning with your whole body locked rigid in his arms and your hole clamping down on him so hard you heard him grunt, cock pulsing thick ropes of cum up between his abs and pooled hot in the dip of his navel before he ground forward and smeared it across both of you.
The mess spread up his chest, glossing the dark hair you could see in the open V of his collar, dripping back down onto your own stomach in long sticky strings.
"Fuck—" he snarled. His teeth bared. "Fuck, yeah, that's it—"
It started.
That swollen ring of flesh at the base of his cock you'd half-seen earlier was getting bigger fast, it pulsed where it pressed against your stretched rim and each one left it thicker and harder, inflating.
The width of it pressed against your hole from the outside before his next thrust shoved it past and popped it inside you, causing your whole body to seize around the sudden new fullness of it.
"Oh god—oh god, Leon, what is—"
"Shhh." His face dropped into the crook of your neck and bit down hard, canines dent on skin that held on.
Low growl in his chest had become continuous, broken only by short panted breaths against your throat, thrusts now jagged and stuttering, short hard jerks of his hips that couldn't pull out anymore because the knot wouldn't let him.
Every short stroke dragged the swollen base against the rim of your hole and the head hammered your prostate at the same time, causing you to sob into his hair, post-orgasm body wracked with aftershocks that hadn't stopped and might never do.
Couldn't help but clenching into him and dragging a helpless groan muffled into your neck, making his hips snap up one last time, burying himself to the absolute hilt and held.
The flesh at the base of him expanded inside you, ballooning out and locking against the inside of your rim with a pressure that bordered on too much before settling into a perfectly full feeling.
Bigger than anything you'd taken from him till now, distending you from the inside and pressing on your prostate from a new angle, locking the two of you together until it went down.
Spoilers: it wouldn't go down for a while.
Your weak and shaky hands found his head, scratching behind one of those ears with trembling fingers, soft and warm fur, cartilage under it twitching at your touch and the sound he made was a low, broken whine muffled into the side of your neck.
The ear pressed into your hand, tail had stopped lashing, now gone rigid behind him, fluffed out and frozen as he reached his end as well.
First pulse of it was a flood as he swelled briefly thicker, followed by so much heat. The first spurt of his cum jetted deep somewhere far inside and there was nowhere for it to go as the knot trapped every drop.
Another pulse came right behind it, followed by the next, third soon after and Leon was rumbling into your neck "good boy, takin' all of it, fuck, fuck," and you felt yourself filling, swell of it in your belly.
00:19
Warm pressure building up on the lower curve of your abdomen from load after load pumped into a space that had no exit. His cock twitched hard inside you with every pulse along the knot and the double rhythms together made your whole body shudder.
He kept coming, those pulses might have gotten weaker but they didn't stop. You stroked the back of his ear with shaking fingers and he whined again and his hips made a small involuntary jerk that ground the knot deeper and made you both moan in stereo.
00:09
00:08
00:07
The buzzer was about to drop.
"Leon…" you whispered. "Leon, the clock—"
He lifted his head from your neck, eyes unfocused with pupils still blown wide, a smear of sweat at his temple where his blond locks were sticking.
"Hold on." A faint but cocky smirk emerged on his face as his right hand left your thigh.
Your weight transferred entirely to that one massive bicep still hooked under your left leg and the knot anchoring you to him from inside.
Sudden redistribution made the knot shift inside you in a way that lit up every nerve at once.
His freed hand dropped to the small of his back.
There was a click, familiar hiss of a holster releasing and then the matte black weight of his sidearm was rising in his bare hand.
He sighted across the corridor in a single fluid motion, arm extended past your shoulder, muzzle inches from your ear and you saw what he was aiming at.
A spider the size of a dinner plate crawling up the far wall on long iridescent legs, its abdomen glittered gold.
The gunshot was deafening at that range and your ear rang, muzzle flash painting Leon's face orange for a split second and across the corridor the spider bursted while emanating a sparkle noise.
Timer increasing drastically as seventy more seconds were granted.
01:17
Leon holstered the gun one-handed without looking, smirk widening into a lazy grin against your jaw.
His tail had started moving again back and forth like a metronome.
"Well." His voice was a soft rasp. "Looks like we gotta stay just like this for a whole minute, sweetheart."
"Leon—"
He rolled his hips a fraction to make the trapped knot grind against the inner walls of your ass. "Might as well enjoy it."
His arms cinched tighter under your thighs, lifting you a fraction higher onto him and it made the knot tug at your rim from the inside in a way that made the entire load of cum he'd pumped into you slosh.
"Easy. Easy now." He peeled away from the wall and you felt every fucking step he took to carry you down the corridor with his cock still locked inside by that knot swollen and warm puddle of cum trapped behind it shifting while his balls were pressed snug to your ass.
Your spent cock, still trapped between your bodies and smearing through the mess of your earlier load on his stomach, was already trying to perk back up.
"Almost there." He murmured against your temple, smirking.
"Bastard."
He laughed lowly while the wolf ears flicked smugly forward. "Save room's right around the corner. Hang on."
He shouldered through a half-open door with a ruby placed in the center and kicked it shut behind him.
Moving close to the foosball table with you still impaled on him, he sat himself down on the edge of it. The new position settled you fully into his lap, your weight pressing down onto the knot and you whimpered as it ground deeper than it had been before.
"I gotcha." His hands skimmed up the backs of your thighs, voice gone soft, growl still there underneath, but the edges were softening.
His face dropped to your shoulder, tongue dragging up the side of your throat slowly, almost apologetic where the marks from his teeth were, purring satisfied.
You scratched behind the ear again and he shuddered, hips giving one involuntary little hitch up into you and the resultant slosh made you both groan in unison.
"Stop doin’ that or we’re gonna be here all night."
"That a threat?"
He lifted his head, crooked smirk back and pleased while muttering a "Promise.” and bent his head to start kissing you again.
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