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I have a fic idea. It’s one where you’re cuddling RE9 Leon in bed, and you’re telling him how much you love him, with some kisses here and there. The poor man is so hard on himself, he needs someone to tell him how lovable and sweet he is since he clearly can’t see it.
A/N: Thank you so much for this wonderful request! And at the same time, please forgive me for taking so long, but unfortunately, there just haven't been enough hours in the day lately >_>
Summary: When Leon comes back from a rough mission stuck in his own head, you remind him exactly how much he means to you with a little help from a forgotten treat hidden under the pillow.
Not on My Watch
You stood in the middle of the bedroom, staring at the perfectly made bed and the equally meticulously arranged pillows. Behind the wall, the hum of water – which had been ringing regularly in your ears for the past good hour – finally ceased. Leon had recently returned from a mission and insisted on showering alone, claiming he had been swimming in "substances of unknown origin." You knew, however, that it was just an excuse. You knew this pattern by heart. You had only made sure he wasn't seriously injured before letting him off to the bathroom.
Returns from missions varied; sometimes Leon came back incredibly homesick, never leaving your side, sometimes he returned so turned on that you couldn't even make it to the bedroom, other times he could barely stand on his feet from exhaustion or from the wounds he had sustained. This time – Leon was simply sad.
You walked over to the bed and adjusted the pillows that didn't need any adjusting, then sat cross-legged on the mattress and took a few deep breaths. You tried not to look worried, knowing that Leon would only pick up on your state. You didn't want to pry more than necessary, but you were ready to find out what was on his mind. After all, that's what he had you for.
Finally, the bedroom door creaked and Leon slipped inside, wearing black boxers and a grey t-shirt. As he sat on the edge of the bed on your side, the scent of body wash washed over you, along with a note you could never mistake for anything else – simply Leon.
You looked at him closely. His shirt was damp in places, meaning he hadn't dried himself thoroughly; his hair confirmed it too, damp and disheveled, with a droplet of water preparing to leap from the tip of his bangs. Leon reached out and placed his hand on your knee, squeezing it. But he didn't look at you. He was slouching incredibly, staring blankly at the rug.
You placed your hand over his – large, warm, and heavy – noting:
"Leon, you broke the rule," you said softly, forcing your tone to sound gentle and neutral despite everything.
Leon flinched minimally, then slowly turned his head toward you, his exhausted gaze piercing right through you instantly. Only a quiet grunt escaped his throat.
"Didn't break it."
In response, you expressively folded your arms over your chest and tilted your chin up.
"The shirt. Just like we agreed. Take it off," you replied possessively, in a tone that brooked no argument.
This was part of your routine whenever Leon insisted on "solitary showers" – he wasn't supposed to put on shirts until you had looked him over carefully, as he had tried to hide some nasty gashes before. Not on your watch.
Leon sighed and – knowing he wouldn't win – pulled his shirt off with a slightly heavy movement, while you expressively patted the spot next to you, letting him know to sit further back on the bed, which he did, scrambling over and sitting with his back to you.
"I'm telling you, I'm fine, sweetheart."
You moved right behind him to take a look with your own eyes. His broad back, still slightly damp, was covered in the scars you knew so well, and between them, various bruises and scrapes were beginning to form, along with a few minor cuts, but luckily nothing serious.
The only thing that worried you was a massive, purple-and-yellow bruise just beneath his ribs. Carefully, you pressed your warm palms against his sides, checking if he’d hiss in pain under tighter pressure. Fortunately, he only winced, reacting solely to your touch.
So you got up and settled yourself in front, right in his lap. Your hands landed on his well-defined abs, then gently slid higher up to his chest, feeling the muscles beneath his skin flex instantly as he let out a breath through his nose. His hands instinctively found your hips and squeezed you lightly.
"I missed you so much," you said at last, reassured that you didn't see anything serious on the front of his body either.
"Me too, honey." Leon smiled at those words, sweeping his gaze across your face, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.
"Oh, yeah?" you began playfully. "Usually, when you miss me, you hold me a little tighter," you teased, tipping up the corner of your mouth meaningfully.
In response, however, Leon's gaze only dimmed further, then drifted to the side. He couldn't have made it clearer that something was weighing on him.
You gently caught his chin and turned his face toward you, before brushing his lips in a light kiss.
"Leon, I know I have great taste, but you don't need to study the pattern on the duvet quite so intensely," you smiled at him warmly and brushed a strand of hair out of his eye. "Tell me what's going on, or I'll tickle the information out of you by force."
"I'm not ticklish," he grumbled, clearly caught off guard.
"I guarantee you I'll find a spot," you countered resiliently, raising your hands to poke them under his armpits, but Leon intercepted them with a quick movement, catching them in his own, then pressed two kisses to the palms of your hands, one on each. And then he closed his eyes for a few long seconds; when he opened them again, he was slouching even more.
"It's just," he began, and you held your breath, "sometimes when I look in the mirror, I wonder why you even bother waiting for this. For me. Instead of having a normal evening, you have to check if I'm missing any limbs."
The tone in which he said it squeezed your heart. This wasn't the first time you had heard these words, and likely not the last. You knew that despite your sincere and frequent assurances, doubts crossed his mind regularly, most often laced with guilt and a sense of inadequacy.
You slipped your hands from his grip and placed them gently on his cheeks, caressing him with your thumbs.
"I'm waiting for the most handsome man I've ever met, who moves heaven and earth for me every single time he's around. I don't need anything more, it's worth everything, and I wouldn't trade it for anything else in the world, Leon."
The beautiful blue of his eyes, previously dull and tired, now grew slightly glassy. His face involuntarily yielded to your touch. He needed this.
"I wish I could be around more often and give you even more," his voice was just as quiet and raspy, a note of guilt sounding in every syllable.
"I get everything I need from you." your hands now moved to his shoulders, pressing your thumbs into the skin by his neck; the sheer amount of knotted muscle you felt beneath your fingers genuinely startled you.
"It's just that..."
"I need you exactly like this." You cut him off unceremoniously. "Otherwise, you wouldn't be my Leon, the one I love so much." to reinforce your words, you kissed him hard on his right cheek.
Leon stared at you in silence for a few long moments, and then, to your inner delight, you noticed the corners of his mouth twitch.
He leaned toward you and kissed your bottom lip, then pulled back to an almost imperceptible distance.
"Can't outtalk you, can I?" he murmured against your lips.
"Learning from the master," you shot back innocently, nudging his chin away with your finger so you could look him in the eyes.
And just like that, you had him; your touch and your voice were enough to – at least for a moment – distract Leon from his intrusive thoughts. You noticed him release the last of the air from his lungs, his entire body visibly going slack.
"Okay, you can put your clothes on," you finally decreed.
"Can I?" he mumbled, a half-smile blossoming on his face.
Before you could even reply, though, Leon grabbed you firmly by the waist and went down on his back, pulling you with him. He landed right on your pillow, but the moment he hit the soft fabric, a strange, crinkling rustle reached your ears.
Leon froze completely, then slowly arched an eyebrow. As you pushed yourself up, propping your hands against his chest, you could see genuine bewilderment written all over his face.
"I really hope that wasn't my spine," he grumbled, not moving an inch.
Heat rushed to your face as you remembered what you had hidden there. Instinctively, you reached under the pillow to track down the evidence, but Leon, seeing your reaction, was quicker. He anticipated your move and dove beneath the fabric, fishing out a slightly crumpled, colorful bag of gummies a moment later.
"It's just... for a rainy day," you began, blushing even deeper as Leon watched you with pure amusement.
"So these are the kind of wicked deeds going on here while I'm away..." he clicked his tongue in mock disapproval, then he rolled you to the side and propped himself up on an elbow, tearing the bag open and rummaging through its contents.
"Leon, you literally just brushed your teeth!" you pointed out, trying to deflect from what you had hoarded in the bed.
Leon merely shrugged and popped two gummies into his mouth at once. Before he even had time to chew them properly, his face contorted into a hideous grimace, he squeezed his eyes shut, swallowing the sour treats with difficulty.
"And they're sour, too?"
You laughed quietly at the sight. "My beloved agent, the bane of the most terrifying creatures, just got defeated by a fake lemon."
In response, Leon only looked at you from beneath half-lidded eyes and shoved another two into his mouth.
"They don't stand a chance against me."
"I thought you didn't like them."
"I have to make sure I don't like all of them," he grumbled, giving you a faint smirk. You joined in on the brief feast, trying to snag some for yourself as you watched the bag's contents dwindle surprisingly fast.
When you finished the "meal," you sat astride Leon's hips, mindlessly tracing patterns on his stomach with your hand. He watched you in silence for a moment before blurting out:
"Next time, I'm requesting a different flavor."
"It can be a different flavor, honey, but they're still going to be sour," you replied in an innocent little voice.
"And why is that?" Leon's gaze, though questioning at first, very quickly began to sweep over your figure.
"Because I already get enough sweetness just by looking at you, Leon."
Leon's face went completely blank with surprise in a split second.
"What is that supposed to mean?" he asked at last, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Well... that you're sweet. Cute." you mumbled shyly, unable to suppress a genuine half-smile.
Leon watched you in silence for a moment, his expression unreadable.
"Not true. I'm fierce. And dangerous," he mumbled with feigned seriousness, his eyebrows almost meeting.
"Of course you are, teddy bear. If you say so," you replied, unable to stop yourself from laughing.
"Talking back, too..."
Before you could even realize what was happening, Leon bucked his hips, causing you to lose your balance and fall forward onto him in surprise. He caught you with his hands just before his face and, locking you in a strong, tight embrace, kissed you hungrily.
Leon slammed his lips against yours so hard it knocked the wind right out of your lungs. For a fleeting second, you tasted the sour tang of the gummies again, but it quickly dissolved into the steady warmth of his breath. You could barely keep up with returning the kiss – Leon kissed you heavily and possessively, every single inch of your mouth belonged to him in that moment, and the slightest parting of your lips was enough to feel his wet tongue inviting you to dance.
His large hand gripped the nape of your neck in a powerful hold, while the other roamed from your hip to your backside, as if he needed to re-memorize every piece of your body after being away for a week. He pressed you against him so tightly that you could clearly feel the thudding of his heart.
Every time you tried to catch your breath, Leon deepened the kiss, a low hum rumbling against your lips, his vibrations instantly sending shivers through your body. You knew that in this desperation and in every movement of his mouth was everything he couldn't put into words, everything he couldn't name. You felt gratitude in it, a reassurance that you were truly here, and a promise. He sucked on your bottom lip and nipped at it gently, only to soothe the bite a moment later with a swipe of his tongue, completely taking control of the rhythm of your mouths. You surrendered to him, knowing that in this moment you didn't need anything else, that everything you needed was right there in your arms.
When Leon finally pulled his face away for a second, you were both panting heavily. You rested your forehead against his, seeing that his eyes were still closed. His fingers against your neck were trembling slightly.
Once your breathing evened out, Leon let his head fall limply back onto the pillow and looked at you from beneath half-lidded eyes.
"I missed this," he murmured softly, his voice slightly hoarse.
You leaned down and gently kissed one eyelid, then the other, forcing him to close his eyes. "Time for bed. You need to rest." With those words, you tried to untangle yourself from him to reach for the lamp and turn off the light. Leon only looked at you, opening one eye in a suspicious gesture, before reluctantly loosening his grip on you.
As soon as darkness flooded the bedroom, you immediately slid right back to Leon, pressing into his arm and the crook between his neck and collarbone. He smelled almost entirely like home now – soap, Leon, and your fresh bedding. He wrapped his arm around you instantly, pulling you to his side so tightly that you couldn't have slipped a single finger between you. You wedged your leg between his thighs and planted a kiss on his neck.
"Is my fierce chosen one comfortable?" you asked with a hint of amusement in your voice.
Leon laughed quietly under his breath and kissed the crown of your head.
"Not complaining."
You lay there in silence for a couple of minutes at most.
"Leon?" you started again.
"Yeah, sweetheart?" his voice was already incredibly low from the oncoming sleep.
"You know I love you?"
There was a moment of meaningful silence during which you actually wondered if he had fallen asleep along the way.
"Yeah, I think you mentioned something."
You couldn't help it – you cracked him in the ribs with your elbow.
"I didn't know you were already having memory issues..." you teased.
Leon only laughed throatily and turned his head to kiss you hard on the cheek, returning the gesture you had graced him with not long ago.
"I know. But unfortunately, I love you more." to confirm those words, he squeezed you even tighter, if that was even possible.
"No, you don't."
"Yes, I do."
"And are you going to argue with me about this now?" you asked, beginning to run your fingers through his rough stubble along his jawline, slowly and unhurriedly.
"Always," though you heard resolve in his voice, it was clearly growing weaker and weaker.
So you continued, running your fingertips over his cheek this time and scratching him gently. With every passing moment, you felt the tension vanish from his face, his body relaxing further. His jaw was already slack, his eyes closed, and his breathing steadier.
"You are the most important person to me, Leon. You're my lottery win," you said softly, to which you received only a quiet grunt. Leon buried his face deeper into your hair, and though his breathing was growing heavier by the second, his hold on you never wavered.
You merely reached down for the duvet you had – contrary to all logistics – overruled by lying on top of it, pulling it over your legs as much as you possibly could. You knew that in the sleep that came so quickly, Leon had surrendered himself to you, along with his nightmares and his doubts. That even though he sometimes battled his own thoughts, subconsciously he gravitated toward you, ready to give you everything with absolute trust.
And you, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your hand and his steady, slow breathing, knew that you had managed to banish his demons. And though you knew they would return one day – you would always be ready to fight them.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6
Pairings: Leon Kennedy x F!Reader
Synopsis: Leon, having lost his wife, Ada Wong, to Racoon City Syndrome years prior, is now looking for company without any strings attached. You are a long-time high-end escort who just happened to have an opening in your schedule when you get the oddest message. Giving the gentleman a chance, you stumble upon one of the best relationships you’ve ever had. All the while, Leon is enjoying the soft curves of women with none of the emotional strings attached. How long can the two of you keep this up? Will feelings get involved? Or is this the perfect arrangement?
Warnings: Alternate Universae, Sugar Daddy Leon, Escort Reader, Language, Pre and Post RE9 Leon, Death of Ada Wong (love her, this is only for plot), No Use of Y/N, No Details of Reader Appearance, Backstory is Set, Language, DILF Leon, Age Difference of 20 Years, Dominant Leon, Smut, Porn with Plot, Oral Sex (Male and Female Reciving), Fingering, Unprotected Sex (Do not do this! If you love use a glove), Nipple Play, Vaginal Sex, Guns, Panic Attacks, Hurt and Comfort more to come with additional parts.
Author’s Note: We are still in Hawaii, and our two love birds will get to know each other’s demons a bit more by the end of this part. I love to hear what ya’ll think, so don’t hesitate to comment!
Let me know if you want me to tag you in future updates.
A week into your vacation at 7 am, you found yourself hiking in the Hawai'i Volcanoes National Park, and regretting it completely. It’s not the hike. It’s not the company. It’s the god-forsaken hour you had to get up to do this hike. Never having been a morning person, you didn’t realize just how early 5:30 am came. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you stretch your arms over your head, stumbling a little.
“Still waking up, baby?” Leon teased, catching you.
“Maybe a little,” you confirm, leaning against him as you walk the trail. “We didn’t exactly tuck in early.”
“Technically, we tucked into bed quite early,” Leon teased, wrapping his arm around your waist, fingers finding the skin above your shorts.
“Yeah, but we didn’t sleep,” you laughed. “How are you so okay right now? You got as much sleep as I did.”
“I’m used to being tired,” Leon shrugged.
“I’m not,” you confirm, closing your eyes, trusting Leon not to let you walk into anything.
“Don’t go to sleep on me now,” Leon said, pinching your side.
Opening your eyes, you swat his hand. “I’m awake. I’m awake.”
Thumb tucking into the waistband of his cargo pants, you two walk in comfortable silence along the trail. The forest easily swallowed all sounds, as the flowers bloomed, displaying their vibrant colors, with birds and insects flying about.
Watching a brightly red colored bird land on a nearby tree, you nudge Leon and whisper. “Look.” Taking your phone out of your fanny pack, you get a picture of the bird.
“Wow,” he agreed.
A minute later, the bird flew off. “Okay, maybe it was worth waking up early for this.”
“See,” Leon chuckled, tucking you against him.
The next few hours, you and Leon walked through the forest, over lava rocks, and up quite a few hills. Towards the top of a steep incline, about at the crater, your foot slips, causing you to nearly fall on your face.
“Whoa,” Leon said, easily catching you around the waist. “Careful there.”
“I’m okay, I’m okay.” You lean back against Leon, catching your breath. “How close are we to the top of the crater?”
“Almost.” He pointed up the incline. “It’s right up there.”
“Okay,” you nod, taking a drink of water. “I got this.”
“I can carry you if you need,” Leon offered.
Looking back at him, you kiss underneath his chin. “While I love that idea, I’m not going to admit defeat.”
“That’s my girl,” Leon said, kissing your temple.
A few more breaths and a drink of water later, you get back to walking up the hill; Leon making sure to stay a step behind you. Fifteen feet from the top, you break into a run. Once at the top, you raise your hands over your head and cheer.
“We did it!” you proclaim, going to the cliff's edge and taking in the amazing view.
Looking over the canopy of trees and trails of lava rocks, you had to admit getting up early to avoid the heat and crowds was worth it.
“I’m glad I let you talk me into this,” you told Leon over your shoulder. “Just look at this view.”
“It sure is something,” Leon agreed, eyes only on you.
“Isn’t it?” You turn to face him and hold out your hand. “Come here.”
“You really shouldn’t stand so close to the edge,” Leon reminded, walking towards you.
“It’s fine,” you counter, starting to jump. “See?”
Attempting to jump and spin around, your foot caught on something, causing you to lose your footing and trip over the cliff’s edge. Eyes wide and hands wildly, grasping at anything to halt your fall. Heart in your throat, you shut your eyes, not wanting to watch yourself fall to your death. Suddenly, a strong hand grabbed your wrist, stopping your fall.
Opening your eyes, you see Leon gripping your wrist. “I got you.”
“Don’t let go, please,” you beg, trying to stop the rising panic attack.
“I got you,” Leon repeated, eyes focused and calm. “I will not let you fall.”
“Thank you for catching me,” you reach up with your other hand to grip his wrist. “I’d like to come up now."
With a grunt, Leon hauled you up and into his arms. “I got you. I got you.” Breathing hard, taking five steps back, Leon tucked you tightly against him, his heart beating rapidly under your ear. “Are you okay?”
Breathing deep and hard, your heart struggled to beat again. Terror coursed up your spine, realizing that if Leon had been one second later, you’d be dead. Looking up to thank him, you see something akin to terror in his gaze, but it holds something deeper, older; a memory from years ago resurfacing.
“I’m okay,” you whisper, placing a hand on his cheek. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” he nodded, swallowing hard. “Told you not to stand so close to the edge.”
“You were right. I’m sorry,” you agree, feeling his arms tighten around you. Watching the deep, long-held panic slowly fade, you take his head in your hands and smile. “But thanks to you. I’m okay. I didn’t fall.”
Pulling you in for a soft kiss, you felt Leon’s body relax against yours. Pressing his forehead to yours, Leon says, “We should head back before it gets too hot.”
“Okay,” you smile.
Back at the resort, you just stepped out of the shower, towel wrapped around you, when you spot Leon, holding a glass of whiskey, staring into nothing. “Leon?” you call softly. No response; not even a twitch. “Leon, baby?” you try again, stepping into his view.
Eyes blinking, you smiled softly, watching his eyes focus on you. “Sorry, did you say something?” he asked, setting the whiskey on the side table.
“You look lost in thought,” you say, sitting next to him. “Want to talk about it?”
“Nothing to talk about,” Leon smiled, pulling your bare legs into his lap. “You must be sore from the hike. Let me help you.”
You knew Leon carried numerous demons; he’s let you see a few and comfort him for less. He’s opened up about his late wife a bit and how much he still loves her. However, in rare moments, you could see that a deeper darkness had carved itself deep into Leon’s soul. Heartbreaking for this man, you longed to ease the harrowing pain he must suffer from. Knowing he would not discuss anything right this minute, you let him change the subject.
“I should be helping you. You saved my life after all,” you say, straddling his hips. “Tell me, hero, how could I possibly thank you enough?”
Leon smirked, running his hands up your legs before grabbing the towel and tossing it aside. “You’re already off to a good start.”
Leaning forward and pressing your breasts close, you whisper in his ear. “How about I massage your shoulders? Surely it must be hurting after having used these strong muscles to lift me like that.”
“There is a twinge,” Leon admitted, tracing the underside of your breast.
“Then come,” you smile, sliding off his lap, taking his hand in your own, and walking towards the bedroom. “Take off your shirt and lie down.”
Taking off his shirt, revealing those muscles that made your pussy drip, you bit your lip. God, how does he only get sexier? You thought, grabbing the lotion off the nearby table. Sauntering over, you run your hand up his arm. “Go on, lie down.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” Leon said, lying face-first on the bed.
Straddling his hips and taking a seat on his ass, you pump the lotion in your hands. Starting with long light strokes, you spread the lotion all over Leon’s back and shoulders. Once all covered, you find the knots in Leon’s lower back and start to apply pressure. Feeling the man beneath you groan, you move to the heels of your hand and use the bulk of your weight on the knots.
“Right there,” Leon moaned, eyes closed.
Grateful you’re able to provide some relief, you work the knots for a couple of minutes before sliding up to his shoulder blades. Humming softly, you find familiar knots with your thumbs. With another satisfied moan, you carefully work the knots loose.
“How does that feel?” you ask, going back to rubbing all over Leon’s back.
“Amazing,” Leon replied, the worried lines on his face finally having relaxed.
“Good,” you smile, going to his right shoulder.
Even without the effort of lifting you from the side of the cliff, you’ve seen him rub and work it enough to know it needs extra attention. Fingertips easily find those tense muscles, and you meticulously work them loose once again. Nearly an hour later, Leon had long ago become putty beneath you, fully relaxed from your massage.
“Tell me, is there anything you can’t do?” Leon asked, voice muffled from the blankets.
Leaning over him, pressing your breasts to his bare back, you kiss his cheek. “You’re adorable.”
Leon opened his eyes, turning his head to look at you. “Adorable?”
“Yes,” you smiled, kissing him on the lips. “Adorable.”
“How about I show you, adorable?” Leon warned, but before he could grab and flip you over, you jumped off him, landing near the door.
“Let’s see how good you are at catching me first,” you smirked. With that, you bolted out of the room and to the opposite side of the living room.
“You little minx,” Leon warned, voice full of laughter, chasing you out of the room.
Laughing, you stay on the balls of your feet, ready to run away from Leon. “Come on, big boy, catch me.”
“You asked for it,” Leon’s face lit up.
Before you had time to dodge left or right, Leon’s arms wrapped tightly around you. Throwing you over his shoulder, Leon slapped your bare ass. “That’s for running away from me.”
Laughing loudly, you quickly found yourself set back on the bed, Leon caging you between his arms. “I caught you.”
“I wanted to check how good your reflexes actually are.”
“And what did you discover?” Leon asked, nipping at the skin above your right breast.
“That you are indeed quite skilled,” you conceded, one hand threading through his hair as he sucked another hickie onto your skin.
Pulling back enough to toss his shorts aside, Leon captured your lips in a possessive open-mouthed kiss, his tongue searching for yours. Answering his possessiveness with your own, you spread your legs, allowing him to settle against your hips while your nails dig into his shoulders.
“I should punish you for scaring me like that today,” Leon said against your lips, his hard cock rocking against your wet pussy.
Sliding your nails down his arms, specks of blood surfacing, you watch his eyes darken at the dual pain-pleasure sensation. “And pray-tell, how do you intend to do that, hero?” you ask.
“I’m torn,” he admitted, licking and sucking all over your neck. “Between eating you out, but not letting you cum …” making you whine at the idea “ … or using this beautiful throat of yours as my own personal fleshlight.”
“Mercy hero,” you plead with the perfect damsel in distress tone. “Haven’t I thanked you already today?”
“Not enough,” Leon growled, biting your shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. “But I do believe I’ve made up my mind.” Flipping you over, so you lay on his chest, he grabbed your chin. “Use this sexy mouth of yours and suck my cock dry.”
“Yes, hero,” you nip his thumb, before sliding down his body.
“Open up,” Leon commanded, sending a thrill down your spine. Opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue, Leon takes his cock in hand and slaps it on your tongue a few times. “Eat it like a good girl.”
Licking him from base to tip, you take the tip into your mouth, sucking hard, making drops of his cum coat your tongue. Pulling off, you visibly swallow. “You’ve been eating pineapple,” you say, allowing each word to blow across his cock.
“Fuck,” he moaned, head falling back against the pillows.
Earlier that day, you accepted death, but thanks to this man, you lived. Needing to show him just how thankful you were, you slowly ease your way up Leon’s body until you straddle his thigh. Gripping his cock in your hand, you squeeze and pull before running your nails over the tender skin, making him moan deep in his chest. Repeating the motions three more times, you rock your own pussy on his leg.
“Feel how wet I am, just by touching you,” you moan, kissing and licking down his chest. Stopping to bite and suck each nipple, you make sure to slide your pussy down the entire length of his leg, before getting off and settling between his legs, breathing right on his cock. “But right now, you want my mouth. I’ll give it to you.”
Kissing his inner thigh a few times, you proceed to lick the crease where his leg and groin meet, while using your fingertips to ghost over his balls. Hips rocking into your face, you place one hand on his abdomen, fingers gently playing with the trail of hair leading to his cock. Leon had a possessive streak a mile wide, but the man enjoyed being teased just as much. Taking one of his balls in your mouth, you lick and suck, making his cock twitch against your arm.
“Fuck, baby,” he moaned, hands gripping the sheets, allowing you to play as much as you wanted.
Mouthing the underside from base to top, you take his cock back into your mouth, tongue finding that sweet spot where his tip meets shaft. Hand squeezing the bottom half of his cock, you press your tongue onto his sweet spot, flicking it over and over again, until you hear the sheets rip from Leon’s restraint. Humming happily around his cock, you feel him start to thrust into your mouth.
Hair suddenly in a makeshift ponytail, Leon began to eagerly fuck your mouth and throat. “That’s it, baby. Take it down your throat. Just like that.”
Knowing he’d be devastated if he hurt you, and the exact amount you could take into your mouth, you keep your hand at the base of Leon’s cock, letting him fuck your mouth as hard as he wants.
Just as his cock began twitching in your mouth, Leon hauled you up his body and into a deep, wet, open-mouthed kiss. Large hands in your hair and on your body, Leon held complete control of the moment, and fuck if that didn’t make your pussy drip.
Pulling your lips off his with a pop, Leon gripped your chin with one hand and your ass with another. “Changed my mind; you’re going to ride me now. I want to see you cum at least four times before you get off me.”
Sitting up and taking his hard cock in your hands, you lift your hips and spear yourself in one motion onto Leon, making your pussy convulse uncontrollably around his cock.
“That’s one,” Leon counted, bucking his hips to make you bounce on him.
Hands on his chest for leverage, you lean over enough so you may meet his thrusts with your own. Gods above, you’ve never been with a client who wanted sex as much as Leon. You also have never been with anyone as good at sex as Leon. Before him, you had to fake reactions and orgasms; now you came just from riding him.
“What’s got my baby girl thinking so hard?” Leon asked, punctuating each word with a thrust of his cock. “You should be focusing on me.”
Eyes rolling back in pleasure, you feel your mind fogging up with Leon and his amazing cock. “You,” you moan, already feeling another orgasm building. “How good your cock feels fucking my pussy.”
Leon, gripping your throat, had you immediately snapping back to fifteen years ago. Gone was the open window and sea breeze, replaced by bare stucco walls, the metallic smell of blood, and someone roaring in your face.
“No, no, no. Let go of me,” you frantically shake your head, and push off whoever was beneath you. Falling hard on your ass, you desperately scoot back until you hit a wall. Pulling your knees to your chest, you cover your ears to quiet the thundering voice. Missing the first few soft calls of your name, you bury your face in your knees.
“Baby, look at me,” the deep, soft, familiar voice called again. “It’s me, Leon. I need you to look at me.”
Shaking your head, you press yourself tighter against the wall. If you made yourself small enough … If you were quiet enough, then everything would be fine. He would tire himself out and leave you alone. Maybe you wouldn’t need stitches this time.
That same deep, calm voice said your name again. “You’re safe. No one is going to hurt you. I swear.”
Slowly, the faint smell of the sea replaced the blood. Lifting your head, you watched the barren, broken apartment be replaced by wood floors and large windows revealing the Pacific Ocean beyond. Swallowing the remaining terror down, you slowly focus your attention on the man crouching in front of you.
“Leon?” you realize, voice still shaking.
“Yeah, it’s me,” he replied, voice steady and calm, hands not quite touching you.
Hello Stranger...
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jack abbot who jokingly complains to his girl that she's gotta stop getting stiletto nails every time you get your nails done. he whines about how you keep clawing up his back like a feral cat attacking him. s'not your fault that he bullies your cunt with his fat cock every time he comes home from work? ( ｡ •̀ ᴖ •́ ｡)💢 fine, if it's such a problem, you'll just get short nails with dull tips.
he's coming home from work knowing you had just gotten a new set done the night before, the entire drive home he was thinking about the sweet way you'll cry when he's fucking you silly on the couch. the way your nails will drag down his back, leaving red welts and scratches in their wake, or the way they'll feel when you're dragging them through his hair. his smile fades when he looks down at freshly done round-tipped nails that are currently holding a book.
"what... what made you do something so... different, honey?"
"thought i'd try something new out for a bit.... what? you don't like? can't scratch you up anymore, baby!" you point out so proudly.
even as he's thrusting into you, all he's thinking about is how soon he can book your next manicure and what else he'll have to be buying you to make up for this. poor baby is even finding it hard to cum without your nails digging into his back when he hits the sweet spot that has you clenching around him so tightly. that's the last time he makes a complaint about how sharp your nails are, ever.
HEYYYY girl yiur writing is amazing I have a request thoughhhhh can you make a one shot where reader is needy but Leon is on a mission and reader tries to pleasure themselves somehow but they didn’t aspect Leon (RE9) to come home early and find them in the act and he kind of is rough and punish us with edging and overstimulation??? Great work by the way 🥰🥰🥰
Fatal Fantasies
(RE9 Leon Kennedy x Wife!Reader)
A/N: Hello! Wow, thank you so much for this request. I hope this is what you had in mind. I normally write Leon very soft dom, charming, gentleman-like hehe. For this request I tried exploring his little rougher side, even though I still think he is quite the gentleman. I feel like I can’t make him too rough lmao I am sorry! I am excited to hear your thoughts on it. Please enjoy. So much love, Shell xo
PS: At the end I will hand out free cups of holy water if anyone’s interested bahaha
Warnings: Smut, overstimulation, edging, oral (female receiving), P in V, cuss words, masturbation, penetrative sex, fingering, unprotected sex between married couple
As much as you loved being Leon Kennedy's wife, you despised it just as much when he was away on mission. Surely, you got used to it after all these years, but there were just days when it felt more challenging to you than usual.
Work, chores, duties and dates with friends could only distract you for so long, but once the weekend arrived and your mind slowed down, you felt lonely in your shared apartment.
Everything seemed like it was too big, too quiet, too monotonous.
It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy having some time to yourself. It was more about the sheer number of trips he had to take. Not to mention the constant fear you felt for him, because you never really knew how much danger he was in actually. It could have been a routine operation or, just as easily, a life-or-death situation. You had to be prepared for any outcome, as harsh as that sounded.
If you were feeling extra lonesome, you rummaged through your huge drawer and pulled out one of your favorite shirts of his. It hung loosely over your curves, feeling like a soft caress on your bare skin.
You cuddled yourself onto his side of the bed, imagining he was there with you, hugging you and holding you tightly in his arms.
Today was one of those days. It was a Saturday evening, and everything on your to-do list had already been taken care of. You weren’t really in the mood for going out either, so it was just you, a book, and the phone lying next to you, in case Leon would message you.
The last text you’d received from him had been this morning.
I’m okay. Will return this weekend, as soon as I can. I love you so much. Leon
You stared at his message repeatedly, smiling at the thought of seeing him again so soon. You’d replied that you couldn’t wait for him and that you loved him just as much, hoping to get another answer, but he was probably still busy with work. You were sure he wouldn’t return before tomorrow morning, which meant you had to spend another night alone.
You sighed, rolling back onto your back, playing with the hem of his soft shirt that was ending just above your knees. His side of the bed was still smelling like him, the warm and comforting scent filling your nostrils, instantly calming you down.
You tried to get back to your book and concentrate on what was happening, but your mind didn’t want to cooperate. You read the same few sentences about fifteen times and still didn’t know what the scene was about.
Your mind always went back to your husband and how he’d look at you, kiss you, and hold you once he was back home with you.
Maybe, if he weren't too tired, he would even properly fuck you again. God, how much you missed this. The feeling of him filling you up and taking you in any way he wanted. You felt tingles between your thighs, as well as warmth spreading throughout your whole body.
It wasn’t enough that you were lonely; no, you were also in a certain phase of your cycle that made you extra needy. Normally that wasn’t a problem, because you were either too tired or too busy to even think about it. However, right now, with your gorgeous husband on your mind and the aching feeling between your legs, it felt nearly unbearable.
You closed your eyes for a moment. Maybe a cold shower would do? No, that would only remind you of the endless times he’d taken you against the cold shower wall with your legs wrapped around him.
Maybe you should just switch to the couch instead. But that would only refresh your memory of the last time you were riding him cowgirl style, the movie you’d chosen that night long forgotten.
You could still go into the kitchen and prepare yourself a soothing cup of tea. Well, if it wouldn’t remind you of the way he’d bent you over the kitchen counter countless times before while talking you through your third orgasm.
Was there any place in this apartment that Leon Kennedy hadn’t already fucked you in? Probably not.
His husky and low voice rang in your ears, reminding you of the dirty talk rolling off his tongue whenever he had you.
It was this fine line between dominance while still caring for your needs so gently that really made the difference for you. You adored this man with your whole heart. There was no denying.
You wanted to wait for him, you really did, but at the moment, the throbbing between your legs clouded your mental clarity.
You put your book away, closing your eyes and slowly letting your hand drift between your legs. His shirt rode up a little, revealing the panties. The only thing you were still wearing besides the shirt
Your hand slipped underneath the soaked fabric, gently brushing over your already sensitive clit. In your mind, it was Leon who was touching you, telling you how wet you already were and how needy you sounded. And both were true.
Carefully, you spread your legs a little further apart, bending them just slightly for a better angle. In your inner eye you imagined Leon fingering you the way you were doing it yourself right now. You could almost hear his voice in your ear.
You are doing so good for me, baby.
Eventually you let your fingers slip lower, feeling the wetness coating your trembling fingers.
You imagined how he’d talk you through it while thrusting his cock into you, up to the hilt. No amount of fingers could compare to the feeling of his thick member inside you, hitting that sweet spot over and over again. Still, you could try.
“Are you enjoying yourself?”
It almost sounded as if he were really there with you at that moment. His voice sounded so deep, so rich, so….real?
You let out a soft moan, your eyes remaining shut. You arched into your own touch, preparing to ride your fingers, until you heard a low chuckle. Now, this was definitely not in your imagination anymore.
Your eyes snapped open and you were greeted by the sight of your husband. His eyes looked darker than usual, like a predator stalking its prey. But in the sexiest way.
Leon was leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed in front of his chest and a smug expression on his face.
“L- Leon…,” you stuttered, hurriedly sitting up while withdrawing your soaked fingers from your core. If there was a list of the most embarrassing situations in your life, this moment just made it to the top five.
“I didn’t know…you were coming home so early,” you continued, the last words barely coming out as a whisper. Your cheeks were burning red, the warmth spreading to your ears.
“Seems like I am not the only one who was coming,” he teased in his usual manner as he walked up to you. He looked so confident and handsome that it only made you yearn for him more.
Of course, it was no secret that you occasionally pleasured yourself while he was gone. Still, getting caught doing it was a whole different story.
“Well….I didn’t make it that far,” you joked, trying to suppress the embarrassment that was threatening to consume you.
He slowly sat down beside you on the bed, his warm hand caressing your exposed thigh.
“Mhm. Poor you,” he murmured as he let his hand wander a little higher. You let the moan die on your lips. He was barely touching you, and you were so worked up already. It was pathetic almost.
“Welcome home, baby,” you whispered instead and leaned in to kiss him gently. “I missed you so much."
“I missed you more,” he mumbled as he returned the kiss, his lips melting against yours. His free hand rested on your cheek, stroking you gently without breaking the kiss.
His other hand wandered higher until it found the hem of his shirt you were wearing.
“In my shirt, yeah? Were you imagining I was here?” he whispered teasingly. “Rubbing your pussy?”
You bit your lip at his dirty words. You loved your gentle and loving husband, but every now and then, you didn’t mind hearing his rougher voice combined with filthy remarks leaving his lips.
“Yeah, maybe."
You glanced down to see the unmistakable tent building in his pants. It looked nearly painful, the way it was straining against the fabric. Your mouth watered at the sight, your mind already racing, imagining different scenarios in which he could please you with his cock.
“How long….have you been watching me?” You asked shyly, looking up to meet his gaze again. You were sure his eyes were growing darker by the minute.
“Long enough, I guess,” he hummed. He carefully got up without breaking eye contact. He looked delectable in his tight shirt, the dark pants, and his slightly tousled hair.
“Seeing my wife play with herself…is quite the sight. I have to admit,” he smirked while starting to undo his belt. You eyed him intently, not sure if you should focus on his handsome features or his hands working on freeing his throbbing cock.
“I was missing you,” you admitted in a quiet voice, letting your back fall against the headboard.
He chuckled, pulling down his pants. “And you couldn’t wait for me?”
You shook your head no, playing with a strand of your hair. You didn’t really know if it was out of nervousness or because you knew he secretly liked it when you did it.
“So needy for me. Couldn’t keep your hands to yourself until I got home”
Next thing that followed was his shirt, revealing his chiseled chest and his muscular frame. Not to mention his massive arms that could easily hold you in any position you desired.
Once he was completely bare, looking like a Greek god himself, he slowly climbed onto the bed between your legs. His eyes roamed over your form, admiring the sight presented in front of him.
“Open up,” he said in a gravel voice. The way he was saying it sent shivers down your spine.
“Leon….”
“I didn’t ask." He used both of his hands to gently open up your legs, his eyes dropping to your soaked panties. “Besides, what husband would I be if I didn’t take care of my gorgeous wife?”
A small smirk played on the corner of his lips, indicating he enjoyed playing with you way too much.
“Yes please,” you breathed, watching his every move. You were more than ready for him.
His fingertips brushed lightly over your clothed cunt, feeling how desperate and wet you already were for him. You could hear him drawing in a sharp breath while still toying with you.
“Maybe I should punish you a little first. For not waiting for me,” he mumbled, his head tilting slightly as if he was really going over the options in his head.
You felt the excitement settle in your stomach, the same feeling you always had when you were intimate with him. Yet, this time the excitement was mixed with a hint of nervous anticipation. You knew you were in for a good time, but not knowing what exactly he’d planned sent your mind into overdrive.
Before you could answer, he already hooked his fingers through the waistband of your thin panties, pulling them down and throwing them somewhere in the room.
The cold air from the room hitting your intimate parts made everything feel more intense, more exciting. You desperately wanted to feel him, looking at his hard member, only waiting to be touched by you.
However, Leon had other plans as he grabbed your wrists and pressed them down beside you.
“I think you did enough already. My turn now,” he grinned at you one last time before dipping his head down to your center.
Your breath hitched as he started licking your slit all the way up. He groaned when he tasted your arousal that you’d caused on your own.
His flat tongue parted your lips with ease, lapping at you like he was dying to savor you completely.
Soon the room was filled with the sound of your desperate moans and the wet noises his mouth was causing from making out with your pussy.
Being married to you for so many years had taught him everything he needed to know. He knew exactly where to put pressure, where to be gentle, and how to pace his actions to drive you completely wild.
His hands that were holding your wrists prior were now holding onto your thighs in an attempt to keep you open for him.
You threw your head to the side, eyes shut, feeling the coil in your lower belly tightening. You were so close to reaching your high that your legs already started shaking.
“Yes, yes, yes. Please don’t stop,” you whimpered, arching your back, your hips lifting off the bed to meet his tongue.
His tongue started working faster on you with kitten-like licks.
“I’m so close….I am…..” You stuttered, chasing your release, but shortly before you could reach it, Leon pulled back. He licked his lips, looking up at you with a sly smile.
“Leon please,” you whined, wanting to put his head down to your aching center again, but he didn’t budge.
“Please what, my love?” He teased.
“Make me cum. I was so close,” you said out of breath. “Leon please!”
He chuckled. “I will. I will make you feel so damn good,” he promised, kissing his way up to your center again.
“But first," one kiss on your inner thigh. “I will build you up." Another kiss on the other thigh. You didn’t know what frustrated you more. The overwhelming feeling between your legs or the fact that he was speaking so calmly, as if he had all the time in the world.
You groaned as you let your head fall back again.
“Take it as part of the punishment,” he winked before his head dipped down again. This time he went straight for your clit. He alternated between licking and sucking your bud, as if it was the sweetest candy he’d ever tasted.
It didn’t take long for you to come close again. You moaned as your hips started moving against his face, feeling the familiar sensation rising up again.
You were ready to cry out his name when he pulled back again. He started doing the same thing a few more times until you couldn’t take it anymore. You were ready to end the job yourself when he gripped your hands once more to hold you back.
He smirked, kissing your clit one more time before he continued his make-out session. He increased the pressure and kept licking you, letting you reach your high finally.
You sobbed when you felt your climax approaching. When it hit you, it felt like a thousand waves washing over you, your toes curling and your face contorting in pleasure.
“Oh fuck yes,” you whimpered as you felt your walls clench around nothing, quivering with the intensity of your orgasm.
Leon kept licking you through it, feeling the pulsations coming from you and your wetness coating his mouth and beard entirely.
“Doing so good for me,” he praised as he looked up. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before he moved to tower over you. In an instant you opened your legs invitingly; surely he’d thrust into you now, but it seemed he had other plans. He smiled at your flushed face, your red cheeks, and hearing your uneven breathing.
“Not yet, sweetheart,” he said as he slowly lifted his fingers to your mouth. “Open up again for me”
You did as you were told, letting him push two of his fingers into your mouth as he eyed you with lust in his eyes. You tried holding his gaze, swirling your tongue over his fingertips, the same way you’d do it with his cock.
“Such a good girl for me. Just like that,” he mumbled, pulling his fingers out of your mouth. He started placing them over your still sensitive clit. It’s not like you needed the extra lubricant, but still, it was hot as hell. You’d really need to tell him to do that more often.
He then inserted two of his fingers at once into your tight heat.
“Did you really think your fingers could do the same? Fill you up like mine? ,” he asked roughly, pumping his fingers in and out of you while his thumb brushed over your clit. It was all getting too much and not enough at the same time. Nothing made sense anymore. You couldn’t think straight. All that mattered at that moment were his fingers and his voice.
You shook your head, unable to say anything. His thick fingers filled you up, stretching you deliciously past your limit.
“Answer me,” he demanded, his voice deepening by an octave. He sounded so different than usual, and yet so familiar.
“No, Leon. They couldn’t,” you choked out, your hips instinctively starting to ride his fingers. He angled them perfectly, stroking over your sweet spot over and over and over again.
In a short period of time, you felt your walls clenching around his fingers, your second release approaching. You were still sensitive from the first one, and you could only imagine how the next release would feel.
“You’re so close again,” he mumbled, watching you attentively while appreciating your beautiful, blissed-out expression. “Ride my fingers, baby. Get yourself off on my fingers,” he praised, talking you through it. His fingers picked up the pace, pumping into you, his thumb increasing the pressure just slightly.
“Leon fuck-…I am….coming….oh god”
Your second orgasm felt like he brought you straight to heaven. You felt your juices gushing out of you, covering his fingers while your walls gripped onto him like they didn’t want to let him go.
“Hell yes” Leon urged, his fingers not stopping. Not even slowing down. Again, he fucked you through your high. You had no time to come back to your senses again. He simply kept going.
You held onto his arms, trying to slow down his movements.
“I don’t think I can…..come again,” you said breathlessly, trying to come back to reality.
“Oh, I think you can. You were so needy before. Now you get everything you need." He smirked. He leaned down to kiss you again without stopping his movements. His kisses were wild, sloppy. You moaned into his mouth while his fingers kept working inside you.
After coming for a third time, he finally slowed down, helping you ride out your high in a gentler way.
Your chest moved rapidly with each breath, eyes closed again. You were wondering if you were dreaming, maybe. If that was the case, then you’d for sure didn’t want to wake up ever again.
You looked down at his shaft, still rock-hard, and the first drops of precum glistening at the tip.
“Let me take care of you now,” you said softly, already reaching for him but his hand stopped you.
“No, not now. I am already too pent up,” he said through gritted teeth, reaching for your hips. You squealed when you felt him lift you up, already knowing what position he was going for.
He turned you around, making you land on your stomach, while pulling your ass up.
„You look…so ready for me,“ he groaned, giving his cock a few good pumps, looking at you and your glistening folds.
His shirt you were still wearing rode up even higher, giving him access to sneak one of his hands under it. He groped the soft flesh of your breasts in his hand, toying with your buds and rolling them between his fingertips. You bit your lip, enjoying the new sensation he was giving you.
You were already overstimulated and sensitive, and your body was ready to pass out and drift into a deep sleep. And yet, you wanted more. You couldn‘t wait for him to finally bury himself into you.
His other hand reached for his throbbing member, positioning himself at your entrance.
“So eager to be fucked by your husband,” he chuckled, rubbing himself all over your wetness before finally pushing into you. “Can’t blame ya. Can’t wait to feel your tight pussy around me again either”
As he bottomed out, you let out a cry. Not out of pain, but out of pure ecstasy. It felt incredible; he was stretching you out better than you'd ever felt before.
You were used to his size and the feeling of his thick cock inside you, but this time it was different. Maybe it was because of the several orgasms prior or because you simply missed him so much. Either way, it was perfect.
“God look how perfect you take me,” you heard him behind you as he kept pounding into you. “So tight for me. So goddamn perfect”
The obscene sound of skin clapping against skin filled the room, his pace never faltering. He kept fondling with your breast while his other hand found its way to your throat. He didn’t put any pressure there, he was just holding you. Leon was no one to manhandle you but after admitting to him that you’d actually enjoyed it seeing his dominant side in bed, he’d decided to try some new things for you.
As he kept thrusting into your tight hole relentlessly, you could feel his warm breath on your ear. He leaned forward as his chest pressed to your back.
“You doing good?” he asked. There he was again, your gentle and loving husband, asking if you were okay as if he weren't fucking your brains out currently.
“Better than good,” you confirmed in a trembling voice, meeting his thrusts to feel as much of him as you could.
“That’s what I thought," he grunted, kissing your neck in the process. Soon his hand that was playing with your breasts, wandered between your legs again. He started rubbing tight circles on your clit. You were sure you couldn’t take it anymore, but he wasn’t giving you any other chance. He was more than determined to get you off again.
“Think you can give me another one, pretty girl?” he grinned, adjusting the angle a little to massage your hot spot.
Your hands were gripping onto the sheets by now, holding on for dear life, unable to hold yourself up for much longer.
“I….ahhh- Leon,” you mewled. You felt yourself squeezing around him again, gripping him even tighter. He hissed at the sudden intensity, his eyes rolling back when he felt your slickness and warmth engulfing his pulsating length.
“Not gonna last much longer if you keep doing that,” he cursed under his breath, his thrusts coming in deeper and even harder. As if you had any control over that.
His fingers circled your clit a few more times until you felt yourself falling over the edge for another time. A few tears spilled from your closed eyes, running down to your cheeks caused by the feeling of being completely overstimulated. It was a combination of feeling pleasured and feeling overwhelmed at the same time. Yet, you enjoyed every second of it.
“Yes. Cum for me. Cum. for. me.,” he groaned, his hips stuttering. His thrusts became erratic, and after a few more pumps, he released everything he had. Warm, thick ropes of his cum filled you out. He kept thrusting a few more times, his movements becoming lazy and slow.
He let out a nearly inhumane sound, your name rolling off his tongue again and again.
By now, you were completely cock-drunk. You never really understood when people told you exaggeratedly that their brains had been fucked out. Now you did.
Leon stayed inside you for a few moments, allowing you both to catch your breaths. When you threatened to fall forward, he quickly put his arms around you and held you against his chest.
“Easy, there. Are you okay? Was it too much?” His voice sounded more like himself again, and he immediately shifted into his worried husband mode.
“No…I feel perfect….everything was perfect,” you reassured him in a tired voice.
“It was,” he hummed, covering your back with kisses before carefully pulling out of you.
You felt the mix of both of your juices spill out of you, running down your thighs, but you couldn't bring yourself to go to the shower just yet. Your legs were about to give out otherwise.
Leon supported you with his hands on your hips as you tried to lay down again.
“Careful,” he mumbled, laying himself back on the bed and pulling you gently down with him until your head could rest on his chest.
“I could get used to these sorts of…punishments," you giggled after a while. He joined in your laughter, his cheeks flushed and a faint gleam of sweat shimmering on his forehead. His breathing, as well as yours, was still ragged.
“Tell me…if I was too rough or anything,” he then said, studying your blissed-out expression.
“You weren't. Really. I enjoyed it a lot. Maybe I should let you watch more often." You smiled sheepishly, inhaling his warm scent combined with the musky after-sex smell. Everything just felt right.
“Wouldn't mind. Looked sexy as hell, my love” he grinned, brushing his hands through your messy hair.
“I think you need to carry me to the shower later." You looked up at him with an innocent smile on your lips.
“Is that so?” he asked teasingly, his brow raised.
“Mhm. I think I deserve that”
“True. You deserve the world” he agreed with a softer expression on his face, leaning down to kiss you again. He hadn’t felt this relaxed, fully satisfied, in what felt like forever. Maybe with a little bit of pain in his knees, though.
“Let’s just stay here for a couple more minutes,” he hummed.
“Sounds perfect,” you whispered, cuddling yourself closer to him.
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I’m craving some angst and fluff. Leon doesn’t believe he's good enough for his s/o, but she makes it her mission to prove to him that he’s everything she’s ever wanted
(Not) Good Enough
(RE9 Leon Kennedy x Female Reader)
A/N: Hello dear and thank you for this request! I hope you like it 🥰 I loved exploring a different kind of theme/topic with Leon's character and this is my interpretation of Leon having self doubts, especially when he is older. I hope it is okay that I brought in the "having children" theme, but I think that is definitely something he would be worried about. Please enjoy! So much love, Shell xo
Warning: self-doubts, a lil angsty, lots of fluff, age gap (Reader in her early thirties, Leon late fourties), mentions of having children/pregnancy, fear of missing out
Leon watched you absentmindedly as you played with one of your friend’s kids on the floor.
The little girl was clinging onto you, sitting on your lap while playing with your hair.
He noticed your face lighting up with excitement, giggling about something the little bundle of joy in your lap babbled in your direction.
It was a lovely sight, to say the least, something that warmed his heart and sent butterflies to his stomach. Still, it left a lingering taste of bitterness in his mouth.
Not that he didn't like kids. Quite the opposite. Throughout his whole life he'd been some kind of father figure to a few people he'd held close to his heart. And he’d taken this role very seriously.
Especially his relationship to Sherry. Whenever she called, he'd be there. No matter if it was for an emergency late at night, prom, graduation, or even comforting her after a heartbreak. Once she was an adult herself, he’d supported her relentlessly during her journey of becoming an agent.
There were times when he'd even dared to dream about himself as a real father, but that was a long time ago. A dream he'd kept buried deep inside, locked and with the key thrown away.
Countless sleepless nights, brushes with death, and his not-so-glorious time where the whiskey bottle had been his biggest comfort had convinced him that he was not the right man to bring an innocent life into this world.
And then he met you. A few years younger, still full of life and hope, but not naive enough to see him as a flawless hero.
You'd known what you got yourself into; you'd seen his demons and what his job made out of him, but still, you loved him with everything you had.
Your relationship healed something in him and made him see things differently.
Suddenly not everything revolved around his job and the next mission. Suddenly he had something he could look forward to when returning home. A loving smile, a warm embrace, and a few witty remarks whenever he felt down.
To simply say that he loved you was an understatement. You were his world, and he was sure he would have lost his mind completely and drowned himself in self-reproaches if it hadn’t been for the fateful day where he’d seen your bright and breathtaking smile for the very first time.
“Everything okay, handsome?” You asked with a grin, pulling him out of his daydream.
“Sure. Was just thinking about-“ he started, watching you balancing the little girl on your hip.
“Work?” You finished his sentence in a questioning tone.
“Yeah,” he lied with a half-hearted smile. The kind of smile that looked like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders while still trying to act as if everything was okay.
The way you were standing there, carrying the child as if it were the most natural thing in the world, made his stomach turn. He couldn’t silence the voice in his head that was practically screaming at him to imagine how you would look carrying his baby. He hated these thoughts as much as he was tempted to indulge in them.
“Looks like there is something more to that,” you laughed quietly, sitting yourself down next to him. You knew him better than he wanted to admit.
The little girl was reaching her arms out to Leon, squealing, wanting to hop onto his arms.
“I think she wants cuddles from you too,” you chuckled. “Will you hold her for a minute while I’ll say a quick goodbye to Sam? I’m getting tired,” you explained.
“Of course." He nodded, watching you leave. If he was being honest, he couldn’t wait to get home either.
The little girl started babbling to Leon, looking at him with expectant eyes. It looked like she was telling the most exciting story ever, and he was more than happy to listen.
Leon chuckled and gently carresed her back.
“Yeah. I know. I also think she is the most gorgeous woman in the whole world,” he joked, as if the curious eyes in front of him could understand his words. Well, maybe they did to a certain extent.
The drive home was quiet, but that was nothing unusual for you. Sometimes, there just didn’t need to be anything said; you simply enjoyed each other’s peaceful company. The only sounds were the hum of the engine and the soft music playing in the background.
Nonetheless, something felt different. Leon's hand was resting on your thigh like it always did, stroking over your skin tenderly, but he seemed to be lost in thought.
You looked back at him, noticing the usual frown returning to his face.
“Is really everything okay?” You asked, starting to get a little worried. You really hoped he wouldn’t hit you with another "I need to go to my next mission" speech. You knew how to handle that, sure, but that didn’t really change the fact that it concerned you every single time.
“It is. I think I am just a little tired too." He nodded. Tired of the voices in his head is what he really meant.
“Hm,” you mumbled, wanting to question him further, but he was already pulling into your driveway.
“Don’t worry,” he smiled as he opened the door for you, kissing your cheek as you got out.
“Easier said than done,” you admitted. It seemed like you were both really good at worrying about the other. Maybe that was just your thing.
Once inside, you were greeted by a few barks and the sound of paws pattering on the floor. Mable, your three-year-old Australian Shepherd ran over to you, wagging its tail and spinning around in excitement.
Leon had adopted her a while ago, and it was one of the best decisions he’d ever made. He knew how much you loved dogs, and what started as "We will just take a look"turned into "We will find a way to give this little ball of fur a new home."
Leon had told himself that he only made it for you. This way, you had someone who could keep you safe and accompany you while he couldn’t be there.
However, he soon found himself acting like those typical dads who originally claimed they didn’t want a dog. Whenever he was at home, she was cuddling with him. More than once, you’d found the two of them snuggled up on the couch, Leon half-asleep with his reading glasses on, while Mable was snoring peacefully on his lap.
“Hey my girl,” he greeted her with a chuckle, stroking her soft and fluffy fur. She happily snuggled against his arm, inhaling his scent. She loved him just as much as you did.
You smiled at the sight while throwing off your shoes and jacket in the hallway. Mable followed you cheerfully to the living room, waiting at the bowl for her dinner.
“Ah, that’s why you’re so happy to see us,” you teased, filling her bowl up before giving her a kiss on the forehead. She barked in excitement.
While Mable was greedily diving into the food, tail still wagging happily, you and Leon flopped yourselves onto the couch. It had been a long day, after all.
“So,” you said after a while. “Will you tell me what’s on your mind now?”
Leon grinned, letting his head fall back in defeat. He rubbed his temples for a moment before answering you.
“You won’t let it go, hm?”
“What can I say? I learned from my man,” you shrugged with a laugh, climbing onto his lap.
You laid your hands around his shoulders, watching him intently.
“You have your worried-Leon-face on again,” you stated.
“My what? Well, and here I thought I had my charming-boyfriend-face on,” he joked. His hands rested on your hips, holding you close to him. He loved when you did that. Sitting on his lap, not in a sexual but a comforting, intimate way. Even though he really enjoyed the sexual way too, of course.
“That’s your default setting, I fear,” you winked, causing you both to laugh. And here you were again, making silly jokes like an old married couple.
He glanced at Mable, watching her as he thought about how to put his thoughts into words. He wasn’t really good at this whole talking about feelings thing.
After taking a deep breath, he finally looked back at you.
“I often fear that….I am not good enough for you,” he finally said. For a few moments there was silence.
You were visibly surprised by his statement.
"What...why? Not good enough for me? Seriously?” you asked, stroking his cheek. “Why do you think that?”
“I mean I always thought that,” he admitted, laughing it off. “But seeing you with the child today reminded me again of what you miss out on because of me. And my age. And my job,” he continued.
You furrowed your brows. To you, it didn’t feel like you missed out on anything. With Leon you felt alive and thriving, even if it wasn’t always easy.
You opened your mouth, ready to list all the reasons why that wasn’t the case, but he beat you to it.
“I see how you act around children. I see how your face lights up whenever you are around them. I know you would never say it out loud, but I am sure you’d love to be a mother. And I know you’d be a great one, and I hate myself for not being able to give that to you,” he said.
You opened your mouth again to protest, but he wasn’t stopping his monologue.
“Not only that. I leave you alone for far too long. You deserve a more peaceful life and a man who is there for you, not just for a few days until he leaves for his next mission. You deserve more. And I hate this feeling."
Before he could say anything else, you quickly put a finger to his mouth, shutting him off in the most gentle way.
“Hey, am I allowed to say something too?” You asked sarcastically. He nodded in defeat.
“First of all. I know what I signed up for when I got together with Leon S. Kennedy,” you teased to lighten up the mood a little.
“I am with you because I love you, with everything that you are. I love the life we share and the freedom we have. I never cared about you being older, and I didn’t choose you for the things you can give me or cannot. I don’t miss anything or anyone. Except for the times when you’re not here." You smiled softly.
“Yes, I love children, but I also love you, and that is more important for me. Besides,” you grinned, looking at Mable again, who trotted over to you. “We kinda already have a child, don’t we?”
As if on cue, Mable jumped onto the sofa, content and full, cuddling herself next to you. She snuggled up like a little cinnamon bun, and it wouldn’t be long before she’d start snoring quietly.
Leon sighed softly, glancing back at Mable and her peaceful expression.
“We do,” he agreed. He wasn’t fully convinced yet, though.
“I mean, we never really talked about this but…you are fitter and stronger than most men in their twenties. Plus, if you actually plan on cutting back at work, that would maybe be the perfect opportunity to-“ You didn’t dare to finish the sentence, but Leon knew what you were about to say.
He never really thought that right now, at his age and after everything he’d been through, he would actually think about that topic ever again.
Leon tilted his head slightly.
“You could still see yourself starting a family with me?” He questioned.
You could feel the butterflies in your stomach running wild and the familiar warmth spreading through your body.
“I think you would be a wonderful dad, and honestly? I would love to start a family with you. But as I said, I don’t need that to be happy. It would be like the cherry on top…maybe. But all I really want is you. Only you. And Mable,” you concluded. And everything you said was true.
It took Leon a few moments, but he smiled at your words, pulling you closer to his chest and kissing the crown of your head.
“I love you so much,” he mumbled into your hair. For the next few minutes no one said anything. You listened to Leons heartbeat and the way it slowed down with every passing second. You simply had that effect on him.
“Both of you. My favorite girls,” he continued, one of his hands remaining on your back while the other began stroking Mable's head.
“We love you too,” you smiled, trying to suppress the yawn that was building.
“Sounds like you’re about to fall asleep, baby,” he whispered, his breath tickling the shell of your ear.
“Come, let me carry you to the bed. We can talk more tomorrow,” he continued, carefully getting up with you still in his arms.
You nodded, half-asleep, as he carried you to bed bridal style with Mable close behind him. He smiled at your tired face, admiring your gentle and tranquil features. Maybe he wasn’t perfect. But for you, he would try.
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I thought it might be a good time to introduce myself a little. My name is Shell. I am 29, full-time solo esthi, massage therapist and make-up artist and part-time fanfiction writer for my favorite Resident Evil characters ✨
I love music, gaming, pilates, cooking, travelling, going to concerts and so much more. If you squint you might discover some not so subtle Taylor Swift easter eggs here and there hehe
I post NSFW stuff so MDNI 💖
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Guidelines and general Info:
Requests are currently closed. Thank you so much to everyone who trusts me with their ideas. I appreciate it so much 💖
Since I work full time and have a pretty busy life, I can't really say how long your request is going to take but I promise I do my best and you can be sure I will put all my love and heart into it 💖
English is not my first language, therefore there might be some errors 🫶🏻
I write for Leon S Kennedy, Carlos Oliveira and Chris Redfield. (I do make exceptions, just ask me if you want a specific character and I decide if I can do it or not) 🫶🏻
Please don't send me requests you already sent to other writers. It's unfair to all the writers who take their time with creating and writing your request and it could potentially lead to accusations of plagiarism. I want to maintain a peaceful and respectful space. 🙏🏻
I enjoy writing Smut, however there are a few things I won’t write: anything to do with inc*est, fauxc*est, non-con, anal sexual practices, huge age gaps, underage, degradation/humilation, some kinks (just ask me and I decide x)
My inbox is always open for you, so whenever you feel like, you can stop by and say hi to me. I swear I'm nice and I love interacting with you all hehe. Even if its just thirsting over our favorite fictional men. 🤭 💕
Blocking is a form of self care and a tool to protect my peace. That being said, I will block anyone who leaves hate messages, makes me uncomfortable in any way, or tries to pull me into some kind of drama (whether its fandom discourse or about other people on here).
This blog is my safe space and I also try to make it a safe space for others, so please be kind ✨🫶🏻
Love, Shell xo
death island!chris redfield x reader
cw one mention of cum if that's a warning ? I don't know
an you can imagine any chis really, but its stated in one sentence he's kinda old #likefinewine
chris has said one of the saving grace’s in his life is the fact that he doesn’t have a photographic memory. the faint trailings of evidence that stick to his mind of the worst moments in his life are enough, but as he stands in the doorway to the bathroom, boxers hastily pulled up with a wet cloth in one fist, he’s cursing it.
you’re still where he left you; hair tussled at the back from round one, heart slamming against the cage of your chest from round two, and cum still oozing out from round three. your eyes have flickered close, but from your barely-there fucked out smile, he can tell you’re not sleeping.
still, he patters over as quiet as he can manage. one knee drips into the side of the bed as your eye cracks open.
“hi sweetheart,” he murmurs as one big paw pulls your leg to the side, mopping up the evidence of your night together. you had felt his month-long absence–somewhere in america tracking down another world-ending bioweapon, you’re sure–more than usual. your husband wasn’t getting any younger and each deployment away became an incessant reminder of that. still, you took every moment that you could with him.
chris goes to stand up, but your hand shoots out to his free hand, gripping it tight within your own.
“stay, chris.”
“ill be two seconds–”
“please,” you meet his eyes, silent pleading you know he won’t be able to resist. he glances away with a chuckle before twisting around, throwing the cloth somewhere toward the bathroom before pulling the duvet down for you.
he watches with a lovesick sort of grin as you fold yourself underneath, rolling on your side to face him with an anticipatory smile. he follows, chest pressing against your own as he folds the blanket back down. he reaches back, chest flexing around his muscle to switch off the lamp.
he turns to meet your face again. pressing a sweet kiss against your mouth. you press one back. shuffling further into the bed, you nuzzle into the vacant spot of his neck, arms twisting around his midsection with one leg thrown over his own. chris responds with another kiss, this time to your head, as he secures his own arms around you.
“oh, claire called me before,” you mumble into his shoulder. you hear chris hum inquisitively–no doubt because he hasn’t heard you–as you pull your head back to repeat yourself.
“what did she want?” he asks. by now, his eyes have fluttered closed as sleep threatens to take him.
“she’s in town next week. wants to see us,” your hand moves up to the back of his head, playing absently with his hair as chris sighs into your touch. he grunts out something adjacent to a response as you speak up again.
“we should invite jill over, as well. and leon. i haven’t seen them in ages,” you whisper, waiting a moment for chris to give you anything but another grunt of approval, and when he doesn’t, you retreat back to your spot against his neck.
“love you,” you whisper, unsure if he’s even awake to hear it. naturally, he is.
“hmm love you,” he mumbles back, voice heavy with sleep. you breath him in once more, taking in the rare moment of peace with chris safe at home, making a mental note to give his friends–your friends, now–a call.
He’s rolling out from under your car on his creeper, forearms lightly coated in a sheen layer of sweat. Who knew the garage could get so hot?
While making some final adjustments, the bottom of his shirt bunches up slightly, revealing a sliver of his hardened abdomen, perfectly adorned with a dark-coloured happy trail. Suddenly, the rise and fall of his chest becomes painfully apparent to you, despite his own preoccupation with your vehicle.
“You’re engines up and running again,” he’ll finally say, satisfied with his own work. He catches your eye in an escape from his body to meet him.
The mood shifts instantly when Chris doesn’t reposition his shirt when he gets up, but rather closes the distance between you two. “Quite the well rounded man you are,” you say to him teasingly.
“Seems you’re already thinking about how to repay me,” Chris responded.
It takes all but two seconds for his dick to twitch, taking his trousers from loose to form-fitting. It’s a noticeable difference, the large bulge of his groin trapped behind a zipper, quite literally pulsating against its self-inflicted pressure.
Chris is already standing next to you in negative space, his length firmly pressing against your navel. The only barrier is each of your clothes.
His hands leave grease marks on your shirt as he pulls you closer to him, all while you gently palm his dick, his head slumped over your shoulder. He’s already whispering incoherently.
He walks you backwards, compressing you against the garage wall under his large frame, the prowess of his body completely shielding yours.
Releasing him from his boxers, the weight of his cock feels heavy in your hand. But toying with the pre that fervently built over his tip quickly catches the air in his throat. You’ll easily be able to pump his full length, your hands slick from his own secretions. Instinctively, he’ll begin to thrust his hips into your palm, his grip tightening against the small of your back when he’s close.
He finishes quickly on your shirt, his eyes completely locked with yours as he towers over you. His breath is hot as he pants fractions away from your lips.
“That’s enough payment for two car fixings, ya know?” You were just egging him on now.
The Merchant
Just looking at your car gets him thinking about how much he could sell each part for.
BUT! He did arrive to your aid, the wonderful partner he is, so he suppresses any thoughts of vulture work he may have conjured (but the shiny engine still calls his name).
He would dig around in his bottomless coat pockets for something useful, dropping a few herbs or stray bullets on your driveway. Pulling out a couple of unidentifiable metallic pieces, he lifts the hood of your vehicle and starts fiddling with the mechanics.
You’d silently hover over his shoulders behind him, watching him skillfully open certain parts of your engine that you didn’t even know came undone.
But, to your good fortune, the small distance between you and him was palpable enough that he became very aware of your existence.
“You know, you’ve been driving around bone dry here, mate,” he’d say in his raspy voice, motioning to your empty oil tank that just produced a ridiculously clean dripstick.
It was the perfect invitation to harvest something lewd out of his comment, “Bone dry? Me?” You’d say, wrapping your arms around him dangerously close to his groin, yet still daring to venture lower.
You cup his dick every so slightly, only to find he’s already pumping blood down south. You maneuver his cloak just enough to release him, his dick getting heavier in your hand by the second. His steps into you, his back compressed against your chest, while his hips buck forward.
“Ah, you’re no stranger to me, love,” he’ll breathe out with his head leaned back on your shoulder. The hood of your car acts as a perfect veil to the racy behaviour going on just behind.
As you quicken the pace, the head of his dick grows distinctly pink, accompanied by the Marchant’s deep moans. He’s loud, he’s vulgar, and he’s not going to hold himself back from letting you know that he’s having a good time. Hot ropes spurt out from his tip from convulsions so strong you could feel him pulsating in your hand.
“You got anything else in the house you want me to fix up for ya?” He hasn’t even come down from his high, yet he's itching for another bargain.
Leon Kennedy
It’s pushing 10 p.m. when you realize your car isn’t starting for your late-night ice cream run. Enter Leon S. Kennedy. He’s quick to pick up the phone and quick to arrive. “If we fix this now, it won’t be a problem in the morning, right? One less thing to worry about,” He’ll say to you with utmost sincerity and reassurance. He wants you to know you’re not exploiting him; he wants to help you (in any way).
After concluding that the blinking light in your car was actually something that needed to be looked into, Leon swept himself beneath your vehicle, leaving only his legs visible in your garage.
“I really owe you one, Leon. Truly,” you say to him, despite the fact that it seems you’re only speaking to two limbs at the moment. He brushes off your remorse, keeping his hands busy with the complexities of a car’s underbelly. But there’s something about the way his legs slightly shift when he repositions his grip. Or the way one knee gets propped up when a bolt is especially tight.
It’s instinctive, your movement towards him. All you did was sit on his lap while his upper half was hidden beneath the car. Leon briefly pauses at the unexpected contact, but continues working, as if curious to see how bold you get.
You innocently trace your fingers against his belt buckle, toying with the lower hem of his shirt, too. You could’ve sworn you heard his breath hitch from under your car. But all suspicions were confirmed when you felt Leon’s dick grow hard beneath you. Slowly, you began working your hips, gently moving yourself forwards and backwards against him. “I’m really grateful for your service, honey, coming out here at this hour just for me?”
It was as if your voice was his final motivation, as he pushed himself out from beneath the car, revealing the rest of his body to you. In one swift motion, Leon flipped you onto your back, lining your hips up with his. “The car's going to become a morning problem, isn’t it?” Leon says, his lips brushing yours as he speaks.
With great familiarity, Leon removes your pants and frees himself from his own. Two fingers press into you, squelching from how wet you are. “All this? Just from sitting on me?” Leon would coax while curling his fingers inside of you. He’s pressing perfectly against your walls, leaning down to give his tongue purpose for your pussy, too.
His right hand automatically clamps his own dick, pumping himself while eating you out. He’s moaning into you, the vibrations tickling your skin.
When climax hits both of you, the concrete floor is darkened from the sheer amount of liquid each of you produced. “We’ll have to hose this down,” Leon says.
“In the morning~” you reply.
Jack Krauser
Don’t think he came prancing over to your call; you got a lecture for allowing your vehicle to reach this state, and then he told you to “figure it out”. Fast forward five minutes, and he calls you back, telling you not to go anywhere so he can “manage your problems” for you.
Turns out a tire change was needed after Krauser found a nail that punctured your back wheel. After a lot of lever work and putting together bolts and nuts, your car found itself whole again with its shiny new addition.
“You owe me for that tire, princess,” He says to you. His voice is almost condescending, but his eyes tell a different story. They’re dark, completely focused on you, in parallel with a predator before it ambushes its prey.
Bravery strikes you (after all, you are dating the Jack Krauser), so you challenge the brute before you. “Owe you? Autowork is simply within your duties, Major.” Boy, have you done it now! Being in an authoritative position for so long hasn’t made bending to order an easy feat for Krauser. But somehow, the little confound is you.
Undoubtedly, he's taking you over the car hood. Your chest is pressed, rather held down, against the metal as Krauser uses his other hand to cup your sex. He’s simultaneously rubbing his hardened cock against your ass, grinding his hips against you to produce satisfying friction solely on his end.
“You got any more smart comments left in you?” He’d bark out before releasing himself from his pants. He won’t fuck you. You don’t deserve it. Rather, he’ll pull your pants down, leaving you in your underwear, and slide himself between your closed legs. You’ll be throbbing for him to fill you, but that's not on his radar.
His length furiously rubs against your clothed clit, leaving you only able to beg him for more. To feel him stretch you out. Seeing you babbling and so submissive burns a fire in him, so his compliance is not for you, but just to wreck you further.
Krauser will shift his angle instantly to fill you with his dick, collapsing his chest onto your back. His hips snap forward with utmost aggression, leaving your legs with no greater purpose than for decoration. It’s just that good.
He’ll cum inside you. You’re left sensitive, raw, and unfinished. You didn’t forget you owed him for the car, did you?
Piers Nivans
You and Piers were out for a late summer drive one night when your engine sputtered, forcing the two of you to haul the vehicle to the side of the road. Looking under the hood, Piers quickly concluded that a couple of dirty spark plugs were blocking ignition. Nothing a little rag couldn’t temporarily fix. But provided that the car was literally just on, the engine needed to cool for a bit before handiwork could take place.
Getting back into the car, you mindlessly flipped through the radio stations, trying to find something good to pass the time. It hadn’t yet become clear to you that Piers let his eyes wander a little too far across your bare skin. The summer heat caused a light sweat to break on you, tiny beads binding your shirt to your skin.
If anything, his mind needed a good cleaning instead of your engine, as his own short circuit led him to feel hot in his groin. The gentle expansion of his dick slowly pressed against the restriction of his pants. Still, Piers didn’t look away.
“Like what you see there, Piers?” You say, breaking the silence. He chokes on his answer, trying to combat his slip in discipline. “Sorry, I just…You’re—sorry. You’re beautiful. You know that, of course.” He’s stumbling over his words as you watch his face grow red, but your eyes bring you to the bulge between his legs.
“It’s not like we have anything better to do right now,” you say to him. Your voice is soft and velvety, leaving Piers more uncomfortable with how tight his pants were becoming. You get up from the passenger seat and make your way into his lap, straddling his waist with your legs. You slowly slide yourself up and down his hardened dick, before cupping Piers’ face in your hands. “Tell me what you want me to do,” you whisper in his ear, your tongue trailing against the lobe. Piers practically whimpers as he takes hold of your hips. He bucks himself against your pussy, both of you completely clothed.
He catches your lips in a deep kiss, his tongue swirling against yours. Despite the physical barrier between you two, the friction Piers was producing was enough stimulation to have you moaning his name.
Piers pressed his head into your neck, licking the sweat that beaded on your skin. As his grip grew stronger against your thighs, the swelling between your legs reached its maximum, leaving your body in pulsating bursts. Piers quickly followed, driving his hips into you as if the clothing wasn’t present at all.
“The engine should be cool by now,” you say to him breathlessly.
“No, not yet.” Before you could question him, Piers relocated the two of you into the backseat, this time stripping the two of you entirely.
Sex first, car later. You guys had time to spare after all.
Luis Serra
Safe to say, he’s a doctor, not an engineer. If you entrusted your car to his hands, the initial problem would expand tenfold. What started as an engine issue would turn into improper steering alignment. Don’t ask how, Dr. Serra doesn’t know. But perhaps, secretly, he’s too vain to want grease smears on his expensive clothing. He’s got to look his best for you, of course.
“Ah, mi amor, I’ll accompany you to the autoshop. Won’t want anyone looking at you too long, eh?” And that’s exactly what Luis does. Your car spends its afternoon in auto repair, while you and Luis take a drive up to a secluded lake. “Just for the magnificent views,” Luis would tell you as if seclusion wasn’t his prime motivator.
While the water was truly beautiful, Luis’ attention was focused on you. His eyes were heavy with admiration and lust, watching the way the waves reflected light against your skin. “How are we going to pass the time, carino?” He’d say to you, his grin perfectly symmetrical.
It wouldn’t take long for you to notice the large bulge between his legs, as Luis was shifting incessantly in the driver's seat to relieve himself of some tension. “Just admire the view, honey,” you say, tauntingly. You pierce through Luis with your eyes, captivating him until he's unable to look away. “I’m admiring it,” Luis responds.
Your hand would slowly travel up his thigh, trailing gently along his pants with your fingers. After what seemed to be an eternity to Luis, your hand presses against his hardened length, caressing his dick through his jeans. Luis’ eyes flutter for a moment before regaining his focus on you. Your eye contact is unwavering.
Unbuckling his belt, you undo his fly and pull his dick from his boxers. The tip is saturated from his pre, allowing you to take your thumb around the head with little resistance. Luis’ lips part as his breath becomes staggered. “It’s perfect, mi amor.”
It’s not long before he’s blatantly bucking his hips up into your hand, moaning confidently with strings of Spanish spilling from his throat. The sound of wet skin becomes deafening as he grips your arm before releasing himself. Hot, thick ropes coat your hand, as well as his own jeans and shirt. Not once did he break his gaze from you.
“Seems you won’t be able to come in with me to pick up my car, huh?”
“You’ll just have to take my card in with you, make sure you tell them your boyfriend is paying.” And you did just that.
Jake Muller
This is literally the epitome of Megan Fox’s car scene from “Transformers”
You called Jake over to come take a look at everything, but now he’s observing you, arms crossed over his chest as you lift the hood of your car. “Your dripstick should have a yellow cap, it's to your left,” he’ll say to you without getting up from his looming position. “Yes, Sir!” You respond sarcastically.
After fiddling around, you quickly come to realize this was a problem you could’ve solved yourself. Maybe accompanied by a quick Google search, too. “Well, you’ve been helpful,” you say to Jake, closing the hood of your car. But turning back, he was already pitching his tent. While you concentrated on restoring life to your vehicle, Jake’s mind had wandered elsewhere. How you leaned under the hood to reach for a valve, or maybe it was the sliver of skin that was made evident when your shirt rode up from all the reaching. Whatever it was, you got his blood pumping.
For the first time, Jake got up from his spot and made his way over to you. “I have been helpful in making sure nothing blew up on you. I want my woman in one piece,” he said, spreading your legs around his waist as he propped you up onto the front of the car. The heat from his groin pressed against your sex, leaving you soaked in seconds.
Jake was quick to capture your lips against his. The kiss is sloppy, wet, and hungry. Without any hesitation, his hands slipped beneath your shirt, cupping your breasts with expertise.
You reached your hands down to release his dick from his pants, pumping its length a few times before Jake pushed your hands away. “Pretty eager, aren’t you?” He’s condescending, as if watching you fix a car didn’t just turn him on.
Taking hold of his cock, Jake ran the tip against your now bare pussy, sliding himself through your folds so as to lubricate himself.
With his own desperation getting the better of him, he pushes himself inside you, thrusting his hips relentlessly. At first, he’s all macho, telling you to take it. But when his own orgasm draws near, he’s holding your forehead against his, moaning your name as you clench around him. He won’t admit it, but it’s your finger he’s wrapped around.
He’ll pull out, finishing on your stomach. The sight invites him to smear his mess around on you with his dick, his face flushed from how good you made him feel. “So I fix my car and you get to cum?” Your remark is snarky; you’re challenging him.
Jake’s eyes lock with yours as he lowers himself to his knees, that cocky smirk permanently residing on his face. He buries his nose in your pussy, lapping up everything. Everyone wins.
Carlos Oliveira
The big, muscle man was very excited that you thought of him to come fix your car. It’s almost as if he were your boyfriend…Alas.
The two of you stood confused and unsure in front of the open car hood. Despite a car manual being in hand, you guys weren’t getting anywhere. “Here’s a weird fucking engine,” he’d say to you as if he’s come across many regular engines in his lifetime.
You sigh in defeat, deciding your best bet was to take it into the autoshop where an actual professional could diagnose the vehicle. Carlos, of course, protests this. “What kind of boyfriend am I to not be able to fix your car?” The pout is practically full-blown on his face. It’s as if the president directly handed him the annual “worst partner” award. You couldn’t help but feel bad for him.
“You’re a great boyfriend, Carlos. You came here without second thought to help me,” you say, trying to get him out of his head. You make your way over to your sad golden retriever boyfriend, who has made himself comfortable in the back seat of the car.
Seeing him laid out, arms above his head with his hands over his face, sent bolts of energy through your body. The bottom of his shirt was just slightly disconnected from his pants, exposing his happy trail to you. You couldn’t help but reach out to touch it.
Carlos shot straight up, his head nearly budding into yours. “You know, good boyfriends deserve rewards,” you say to him, your lips just a fraction apart. With your hand now resting against his groin, you could feel him expanding beneath you. “And how do you plan on rewarding me?” Carlos questions, a huge smile spreading across his face. You get into the back seat with him, positioning yourself on your knees between his legs. Carlos is completely fixated on you, his hands gently brushing hair from your face.
You unbuckle his belt, pulling down his pants to expose his dick. The weight of it causes it to fall to one side, resting over his thigh. You watch it twitch with life.
Taking him in your mouth, you gently bob your head over the tip before you take him to the root. Carlos’ mouth falls agape as he watches himself disappear and reappear with indefinite lust. His tip kisses the back of your throat, but he lets you pace yourself, never interfering with your rhythm.
His hands wander fervently across your body, reaching for any inch of exposed skin for him to touch. His moans grow louder as you feel him begin to pulsate against your tongue. Before he finishes, he pulls you off of him, guiding your mouth to his. His hand clamps around his dick as he furiously pumps his length to release himself onto your shirt and some unlucky corner of the car.
Even though Carlos couldn’t figure out what was wrong with the vehicle, cleaning it was another thing. That he could do. You can now present him with the “best partner” award.
