meanie leon kennedy x reader
hey my little freaks;) today on the menu: whiny leon, overstimulation, edging, oral sex m!receiving, you genuinely enjoy watching him struggle, subby leon bc author LOOOVVVEES the idea of pathetic men
had to take a break from my little porno writing ring because life got too hard but more importantly im back and am willing to write all of the requests this one was just a draft i decided to post, enjoy!<3
The bed protested with another unbearable creaking sound as Leon gripped the frame like his life depended on it. His hand squeezed the piece of wood so tightly that you were already worried it would break.
“Easy there,” you hummed against his flesh with a chuckle, your tongue never leaving the sensitive tip.
In return, you heard a pathetic groan from the blond.
His hand easily slid off the polished wood and quickly covered his face, pursed from overstimulation. A slight blush spread across his cheeks, his chest rising and falling heavily, and your actions continued to disrupt its rhythm.
You stopped all movement, taking Leon’s shaft in your hand before gently resting your chin against his groin.
“Hey, look at me,” you said slowly, a hint of mockery lacing your voice.
He slowly removed his hand from his face and looked down at you. His expression reflected a dozen emotions, but the most obvious were the twitch you felt in your hand and the hazy look in his eyes, his pupils dilated to the point where you could barely see the beautiful icy blue beneath them.
“You are gorgeous, sweetheart,” he whined as you gently moved your hand up and down, “but you’ll have to stop.”
“Mm, or what?” you whispered, raising your head before dragging your tongue back along the organ.
He hissed, his hand quickly finding your hair and tugging at the back of your neck.
“Please stop being a menace,” he breathed out. “I don’t know how much more I can take.”
“Then fucking break,” you said, unbothered, before sucking on the tip while staring him directly in the eyes.
Thats pretty much all it took.
Leon’s grip tightened instinctively, his head falling back against the headboard as a broken curse slipped past his lips.
You pulled away just enough to make him look at you again, watching frustration and want flicker across his face.
His breathing came unevenly now, sharp exhales breaking the silence between the creaking bed and the rain tapping faintly against the windows.
“You’re enjoying this way too much.” he whined out.
“Maybe,” you said, tilting your head slightly. “You make it easy.”
You watched him carefully, dragging the moment out on purpose, letting anticipation settle heavy between you both. Leon opened his mouth like he wanted to say something else, but the words died before they could fully form, replaced by another uneven breath.
The sight alone nearly made you smile.
Maybe he deserved to cum now.
You let him set the pace for a moment, watching the way pleasure slowly unraveled him. Watching Leon lose composure like this was becoming dangerously addictive.
Leon had never been particularly vocal before, always trying to keep himself composed, but now the soft whines and strained groans escaping him filled the room without restraint.
The realization alone sent a flicker of satisfaction through you.
His grip tightened in your hair as he tipped his head back against the headboard, chest rising sharply with each breath. You could see the moment he started losing whatever control he had left — the tension in his jaw, the way his thighs tensed beneath your touch, the quiet curses falling from his lips under his breath.
“Fuck…” he breathed, voice rougher than before.
You slowed just enough to make him look at you again, and the expression on his face nearly made you smile. Frustration, desperation, and something dangerously soft all tangled together behind those unfocused blue eyes.
You decided it's time. You bobbed your head once again pushing him off the edge, as he was going through his orgasm you twirled your tongue on his meatus.
Leon jolted at the sensation, a strangled sound tearing from his throat as his hand instinctively tightened at the back of your neck. The reaction hit him harder than he expected, leaving him staring at you in complete disbelief once he finally managed to catch his breath.
“Holy shit,” he gasped, still breathless. “W-where did you even learn that?”
“I don’t know,” you clicked your tongue, amused, flashing him a quick wink. “Watching pretty boys whine make me do things.”
