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Never Be Enough.
Warnings: Cheating, angst, female reader and use of Y/N.
Summary: Leon's cheating but she knew deep down she could never compete with Ada.
A/N: Hi guys! I'm back with another post! This was taken and adapted from my old blog! I hope you all enjoy!
W/C: 2.2K
She knew deep down that this was always going to happen, she knew that he would never fully belong to her. She wished she could make him happy but she never could, not fully. She wanted so much to hate Ada she really did but she just couldn't, it wasn't her fault Leon didn't love her with everything he had, nor was it his. Unfortunately everyone knew before she did.
“Y/N, we need to talk.” Claire said as Y/N answered the door, her brows furrowed in confusion.
“About?” She asked the question but could bet she knew the answer, Leon had barely been home, working late, the usual behaviour.
“Leon.” Claire sighed and watched as the gears turned in Y/N's head, this wasn't going to shock her and Claire wanted nothing more than to comfort her but she wasn't sure Y/N would ever speak to her again after this.
“What about him?” She bit her lip, she knew and Claire's heart broke in two as she looked at the defeated look on her face, but she carried on anyway, she needed to hear this.
“Listen, I’m so sorry I have to be the one to tell you this, I wish I didn’t.” She sighed. “Leon's been cheating on you, with Ada.” She whispered out and she hoped maybe Y/N wouldn’t have heard, maybe she could forget she ever came here and was the one to break her heart. No such luck, she’d heard.
“I thought so.” She sighed in defeat, eyes finding the floor, Claire felt her heart break as she watched Y/N swallow back tears and keep herself composed.
“I’m so sorry. It started a couple of months ago.” Claire felt her own tears.
“Did everyone know?” She asked and it was so quiet and the heartbreak was so evident that Claire felt her tears fall, she didn’t want to answer this question.
“I’m so sorry, we found out last month. Y/N, I wanted to tell you, I did but he said he was going to and then kept coming up with excuses as to why he hadn't yet.” Claire rambled as she watched Y/N slowly nod as tears made their way down her cheeks.
Y/N had this look about her that was enough to break anyone’s heart, she realised in this moment that the person she could rely on the most, run to for any problem was the cause of her pain. She sniffled as she looked at Claire and sighed, composing herself slightly.
“Thank you for telling me, I think. Well thank you for growing a conscience after a month. I think you should go.” She wasn’t angry, she was hurt. She had no one left she could seek comfort in. Claire nodded.
“I’m sorry Y/N. I wanted to tell you, I really did but I couldn’t, you were so happy and no one wanted to hurt you. I will still be here if you need anything.” Claire said with a sad smile as she left and heard as her door slammed shut.
Y/N broke down, she cried for hours. The pain in her heart was unbearable, she loved Leon more than she could ever put into words, he was her everything. How does she come back from this? Could she forgive him? Pretend she'd never been told so she could keep him that bit longer? She couldn't, no matter how much her heart wanted to her head couldn't follow.
She felt like she’d been stabbed in the back by every single person she’d put her trust into. She knew this was it, when Leon eventually came home that it was the last time she’d see him before she left the house for good. It would be the last time she saw any of them again, she couldn't move past the betrayal of everyone knowing and no one telling her, how they must've all been mocking her behind her back. Even though deep down she knew, she'd hoped her friends would tell her, then again, who was she kidding? They were all Leon's friends first. Of course their loyalties would lie with him, it was unfair of her to expect anything else.
She cried and screamed into her pillow as she wrapped herself in her duvet, she was so heartbroken that she didn’t have it in her to fight tonight and she hoped sleep would take over before Leon came home and she could deal with this tomorrow. But of course the real world was cruel and tended to step on those who were already down. She heard the front door shut and she cried harder, he'd come home early for once, she was going to have to face him and she didn’t want to.
She didn’t want to face him right now, she couldn't, she wanted to sleep and she wanted to deal with the further heartbreak tomorrow, her heart couldn’t take anymore pain today. Of course he heard her, heard her cries of heartbreak and she wondered for a moment if he knew why, but he had no idea, he’d gotten away with it for so long he must've stopped worrying, probably stopped caring if it hurt her in the end.
She heard as his feet rapidly made their way up the stairs and she wanted to hide, wanted to curl up into a ball underneath the bed and just hide from the world. She’d given him so much, she’d done everything for him, been as supportive as she could, worked for months to get him sober, help him through his traumas. She was there through every nightmare, every relapse and it wasn’t enough. She wasn’t enough yet tried so hard to be, but she could never be Ada Wong, no matter how hard she tried and the worst part is that it wasn't his fault he's in love with her, no one can help how they feel. But she wished he'd have just ended things, never let her fall harder for him than she already had.
She heard the bedroom door open and she curled further into herself, she would allow herself to show him how much he’d ripped her heart out, she wanted him to see how open and vulnerable this had left her so that tomorrow morning when she finally confronted him, maybe he’d care, maybe he'd put her first for once.
“Fuck, sweetheart are you okay?” He sounded worried. He was a good actor though, he’d strung her along for months. He made his way around to her side of the bed and crouched down next to her, she stuffed her face further into her pillow as he smoothed out her hair. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong? What happened?” He sounded like he cared but he didn’t, he can’t have cared otherwise he wouldn’t have done this.
She couldn’t answer, she just cried harder, because she wondered if he loved her at all, if he felt anything or if she was just someone to warm his bed at night, someone to help fill the void Ada had clearly left behind all those years ago. The more serious they got the more she thought that maybe she'd wormed her way into Leon's heart, taken Ada's place but instead she felt stupid and naïve.
“Baby are you gonna tell me what’s happened?” He asked as he moved so he was behind you on the bed and she shook her head, she was lost in there right now. He pulled her back against his chest and tried to soothe her. Every sweet nothing he whispered felt like it was killing her in the slowest way possible, it had the opposite effect it usually would.
At some point she'd fallen asleep, he’d asked countless times what had happened and she’d cried until there were no tears left, until exhaustion had completely consumed her and she allowed herself one last night in his embrace.
Of course the little sleep she’d had was horrendous, she still felt tired when she woke the next morning.
She pulled herself from Leon's grasp and made her way downstairs as she looked at her phone.
Claire: I’m so sorry Y/N. Please let me know you’re okay.
Chris: Claire told me she told you. I’m sorry, I’m here if you need anything.
She was aware she looked like shit, aware that it wasn’t over yet, she’d cried her heart out until it was dry and now she was about to take the final step and rip it in half.
The world really was a cruel place, she wanted to think about how she was going to approach Leon but she was robbed of that as well as everything else as he entered the kitchen, rubbing his eyes.
“Can we talk about last night baby? Are you okay?” Leon said as he eyed his girlfriend carefully and she felt her anger rise to a level that she'd not experienced in quite some time. How dare he.
“Don't ‘baby’ me. I don’t want to hear a single fucking pet name out of your lying mouth ever again.” She gritted out at him and he looked taken aback, truly taken aback at her anger.
“What’s wrong?” He asked cautiously, she could see the gears turning in his head as his panic rose, he knew she knew. He visibly gulped.
“How’s Ada?” She seethed and he swallowed hard as he looked at her. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen someone look more heartbroken and angry at the same time, it frightened him a little.
“Y/N, I love you, okay. It was a mistake.” He tried calmy and she flared her nostrils as she felt her anger boil over. She found it easier to focus on the anger, the heartache had been too much.
“Bullshit, you don’t fucking love me, let’s get that straight. A mistake? No Leon, a mistake is forgetting to pick up milk not sleep with your," She thought for a second ex? She wouldn't know what to call Ada. "well whatever she is to you." She shouted and he hung his head.
“Y/N, please. We ran into each other on my last mission, tensions were high and I don’t know it just happened. I don’t love her, I love you.” He suddenly looked at her frantically, trying to step towards her but for every one step he took she took two back.
“I don’t really want to hear it Leon. It happened because tensions were high? You carried on for months afterwards.” She snapped and he felt his tears leave his eyes. The truth was he didn’t love her, he really did love Y/N, he couldn't explain his actions, he had poor judgement when it came to Ada, but they both knew that. He has no real excuses for what happened, the sneaking around was fun he supposed, maybe he’d not fully thought about what this would do to her. But he could see it now, he saw it last night as his own heart broke watching her break down in a way he’d never witnessed before and he caused it.
“I’m sorry. Please can we talk this through?” He asked as he tried to step closer as she took a step back.
“Talk? There’s nothing to talk about. You cheated on me and I don’t forgive that, there’s nothing to save between us.” She said and she felt the anger wash away as she said the words, this was it. A two and a half year relationship gone with the click of some fingers, the man she loved was now a stranger stood in front of her. She felt the tears again and when she looked up at Leon he was already crying.
“I’m sorry, I love you, I really do. She means nothing to me.” Leon said desperately as he watched her make her way towards the door. “Please don’t leave, stay and we can talk this out.” He pleaded and she sniffled as she turned around to look at him.
“Leon, hearing that she means nothing to you is worse. It confirms the fact that I wasn’t enough, I made you bored, or I didn’t love you with enough of me to make you feel complete and that hurts worse. At least if you were in love with her I’d understand better why you carried on betraying me, but I don’t. But it's all a lie Leon, I know she still means something to you, please don't insult my intelligence by suggesting otherwise. I really really wished I could've been enough for you Leon, I really do, but I'm not and I can't give you anymore of myself trying." She smiled sadly as she opened the door to leave. “Do what you want with my stuff, I don’t want any of it.” She made sure to slam the door on her way out.
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"I Mean No Harm" "I Know."
~ Part 2 ~
Ik I took so long for me to post it, but here is Part 2; a little backstory into the night RE2 Leon and Reader met in Raccoon City.
Hope you all enjoy it <3
Leon Kennedy x Ex-UmbrellaAgent!Reader
WARNINGS: a lil bit of violence, swearing, but mostly fluff again
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Someone had managed to infiltrate the building. A young police officer you were told. And as you watched the live security footage, you couldn't believe how far he had actually gotten. Bloody bandage on his shoulder, dishevelled ashy blonde hair, and various weapons strapped to his body. As Leon crept towards one of the entrances to the NEST, he was relieved to see that there were no skinless creatures or zombie-like people coming out of the shadows and attacking him. And he was sure no one would be down here, given Raccoon City was in complete and utter chaos. Cautiously walking towards one of the doors, gun in hand, Leon was proven wrong when a sudden blunt force smacked the back of his head. An elbow maybe. Then something caught the back of his foot in the process, sending him crashing down to the floor.
As you towered over him, you heard someone bark through your earpiece. “Someone head down to the West Entrance and assist y/n now. This kid is trained and we can't let him get the sample.”
Shit. You let the boy get to his feet and draw his eyes over to you. Leon took in the hardened expression on your face and your cold demeanour. The cut on your lower lip and slender lines that showed the muscles on your arms. Hair pulled back in a braid and sharp eyes eyeing him. The Umbrella logo on your bulletproof vest.
Damn it, if only you weren't so beautiful.
He didn't get the chance to ask you questions, or even aim his gun at you. As you charged towards him, you playfully – given you weren’t willing to actually hurt him – disarmed Leon before he shoved you back and slipped a knife into his hand from his belt. But being much swifter and more skilled than what Leon was, you had him pinned to the ground in the blink of an eye. Your boot pushed down on the wrist that held the knife and your arm pressed against his neck. The boy strained, but he was unable to get out of your hold. There was nowhere for him to go. Taking your chance given you were out of view of the security camera, you slipped your pistol into your hand and blew the camera off of the wall. Soon enough his body stilled as he watched you. Such a soft face and fearful yet determined eyes. You almost wanted to ask if he was alright.
But you knew someone was coming to you. Another agent. And you had to make it look realistic. Because when would you ever get a chance like this again?
“Why did you do that?” The boy breathed. Looking down at him, it took you a second to realise he wasn’t talking about the random attack. Your eyes trailed up to the broken camera then back down to the boy, the words getting caught in your throat. It wasn’t hard to miss how torn you were. The conflict swirling in your eyes.
“You don’t have to do this, you know.” Leon urged. Staring back at the boy, you almost felt embarrassed that you were on top of him, pinning him down to the floor. Faces so close it almost seemed unprofessional. His words played over and over in your head like a broken record.
'You don't have to do this you know.'
You knew what you were doing. You were getting out of this mess today. Once and for all. But you had to be smart about it.
You trained your gun onto him, the end of it resting just between his ocean blue eyes. Leon's breath hitched.
'You don't have to do this you know.'
“I know.” You responded finally, voice quiet and unsure, your limbs becoming numb. A glint of understanding passed through Leon’s eyes before the sound of sprinting footsteps were heard in the distance. With the expression on your face, Leon could tell you wanted him to stay silent and still.
The agent that had been sent down to help you slowed his pace once he saw you had it under control.
“He’s down.” You called out to assure him. You and Leon couldn't take your gazes off of each other, as though you were speaking to one another without words. The agent let out a huff, agitated he had to rush down to where you were for no reason.
“Well, I’m starting to see why Callahan favours you so much as an agent. I thought I was going to have to bludgeon the kid to death myself.” A silent confirmation passed through your eyes, and as you swiftly slipped to the side of Leon, he quickly sat up. Grabbing your pistol from your hand, he shot the agent in the lower abdomen. The agent dropped to his knees, a guttural cry leaving him and echoing throughout out the hallway. His hand went for the gun in his holster, but you quickly sprinted towards him and kicked the gun from his hand. Then, wrapping your legs around the agent's arms to restrict him and pull him back onto the floor, you placed him in a tight headlock.
“Go!” You shouted as Leon watched the agent’s face begin to turn purple. Leon didn't move though. Couldn't move. Not after you had just helped him.
“Hurry up! Get the sample!” You shouted again.
Leon didn’t want to leave you, but he knew how important it was to dismantle Umbrella’s operation. Sympathy laced his voice as he promised you he’d come back for you. But he never saw you again after that. He went back to the hallway he'd left you in and called for you. But he never got a response, leaving him to assume the worst.
But seeing you that first day when whispers were going around that you were a double agent, Leon couldn't have been happier.
Part 3 Coming Soon
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Pussydrunk!Leon who feels like he would rather die then stop eating your pussy. It doesn't matter how long how short the time spent apart was he needs to spend every second of that lost time between your legs one way or the other. The poor man didn't even have the patience to wait for the clothes to come off, he got to his knees and pressed your hips to the wall, his thumb moving your panties to the side so his mouth could finally taste you.
"Feels like its been forever since I tasted that sweet pussy on my tongue. Want it all over me baby, come all over my face. That's right grind down, use me however you want just let me keep you right here."
Pussydrunk!Leon who keeps coming over and over as he's entered an almost feral state from the moment his cock was fully sheathed into your tight pussy walls. You can't even stand on your toes anymore because with every thrust he bounces you up the wall, much to his amusement mind you. The only solution is to pull your up around his hips and carry you to the couch. He's not laying down on the pillows, but over one of the arm rests so he can push his cock into the deepest parts of you.
"I'm getting so close sweetheart. Again, I'll give you all my cum, you better take it. You will right? Be my good girl and take your boyfriends cum. Feels almost like you're sucking me in. So tight I can barely pull out. Good thing I'm good with staying right here. I'll keep the cum inside that pretty fuckhole."
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Y'all literally write fanfics like you're men. How is it that in your own fantasy world, you're not getting pleasure from it? With every reader x character, it's you pleasuring the character. Women write fanfics like how men view porn.
You're so feminist that even in your own fantasies, you think that you are ugly and that this character would never want you. So unless they're degrading, using, and beating you. That's the only true way you think that they could ever desire you.
I'm not even going to get started on the of-age-reader x underage characters because if I need to tell you why that's wrong, you need to be put on a watch list.
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I just want to thank anyone and everyone who writes fanfic
like wdym this masterpiece is FREE
ps reblog ur fav fics.
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Hi dear‹3
Imagine Leon teasing the reader while the poor reader tries to read some book (That they won't be able to read it anymore because our kennedy will have his mouth busy)
Hello anon! Hope you enjoy, I sure did. 🤭
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Summary: You aren't paying Leon enough attention while reading your book.
Leon Kennedy xF!reader
CW: MDNI, 18+ only, pussy eating, distractions, you ride leons face.
Word count: 1.2K
Your hand came up to cover your mouth, breath shaky as you tried to focus on the words. A gasp slipped past your lips, stopping the words you were speaking in their path as Leon lay between your thighs his hand slowly massaging at the plush skin. You hadn’t expected him to come home early, but he had been able to finish his work and come home. Where he had caught you in the process of reading one of your new books, not that he knew what kind of book it was.
The part you had just come to was one that had been building up for the last few chapters between the two leads of the story. You bit your bottom lip as you continued reading and hoped Leon hadn’t heard the gasp leaving your mouth but of course he had, his attention had been on you the entire night. You were too busy focusing on that book to notice how needy your boyfriend was, and it was starting to grate on his nerves so while you had slipped away to go grab the food earlier he had spent some time reading.
And he had some kind of understanding of what you liked about the book. It was probably helpful when he was away on his long missions. But what was more Leon, who had been wanting your attention for the last few hours, had finally thought of a way to get it. He had read ahead to this scene you were reading; he knew exactly how it was going to play out and he was ready to use this to his advantage.
So, with the tv playing some stupid show that you had on to keep Leon distracted while you were buried deep in your book, Leon started following the actions of the male lead. His hand slowly drawing up your thigh, playing with the hem of your shorts as his fingers slip below the material. You are far too engrossed in your book to realise how far your partners hands have travelled. Brow scrunches as his fingers rub at the small wet spot from the slick that had gathered while you were reading. Your squirmed at the feeling before settling down to continue reading.
Leon’s eyes were focused on your face, his fingers moving to circle at your cloth covered clit and you let another gasp as your thighs tried to close around his hand but with the way his body lay, his broad shoulders stopped you from being able to move your legs. “W-what are you doing?” your voice was a whisper as you moved the book to look down at the grinning blonde. He only moved his other hand to push your book back up.
“Getting what I want, keep reading” his hands worked your shorts and panties down, and you lifted your hips to help him. Your focus shifting from the book to watch the blonde as his head dipped between your legs. His hands moving to place your thighs over his shoulders before they meld to the soft skin of your hips. “I said keep reading” his eyes met your own, blue nearly black as he pressed a kiss to your lips. Tongue slowly circling at your clit as he watched you, before pulling away when you didn’t go back to your book.
The sight had slick dripping from your clenching hole, and you go to protest as he pulls away, all he does is motion to the book and with an annoyed grunt you bring the book back up and try to focus on the words. Leon takes the opportunity to bury his face back into your cunt, tongue lapping at your dripping hole. His hand moves from its home on your hip to rest just above your pussy so his thumb can swirl at your sensitive nub.
“That’s a good girl, just read and enjoy” the words on the page are unfocused, one of your hands moving to grasp at his hair and your hips rolled up into his mouth allowing his tongue to lick deeper into you. Leon groaned at the taste as what happens in the book slips his mind and all he can think of is drawing more of those gasps and moans in that way that causes your thighs to shake and slick to soak his face.
His favourite position is underneath you like this, his tongue lapping at your cunt and his nose rubbing at your clit. You really do try to read the book but with his tongue spreading your lips, and fucking into your fluttering hole it falls to the floor with a soft thud. Both your hands moving to press his face further into your pussy before his hands remove yours and he sits up. “Gotta better idea pretty girl, need that pussy drowning me”.
Leon manoeuvres you with ease until your hovering above him, thighs either side of his head and his hands smoothing up your thighs and sides “fuck, might just be my favourite view. Such a pretty bunny above me”. You bit your lip as you looked down at him, he could see the apprehension in your eyes and his eyebrows pinched as he frowned. His fingers drew soothing circle into your skin, his attention pulled to the way your pussy glistened, wetness dripping down your thighs.
“I just…are you sure?” Leon groaned, eyes almost rolling before he reset his grip on your hips and pulled your weight down onto him. His lips pressing wet kisses to your pussy, your mouth falling open as your hands grasped the arm of the sofa. Leons eyes lighting up from your reaction as he drinks in the way your mouth is slack and your eyes are closed with your head lolling back.
He watches you for a moment before his tongue slowly swirls at your clit, whines slipping from you as he coaxes you to rest entirely on him, his hands holding keeping you there. It doesn’t take long for you to move your hips, and Leons eyes never stray from looking at you. His tongue moving to fuck into your cunt, warm and wet against the fluttering walls as you use your hands to keep you steady while you ride his face.
Leon groans at the taste on his tongue, enjoying every moment as he watches his wife enjoy herself. This is definitely his favourite view. His hands pull you closer, fingers digging into the plush of your ass as he watches your tits bounce. And he laps at your cunt like he’s starving, his tongue fucking into your dripping hole while his nose bumps into your clit. Leon has you seeing stars as you focus on the way he feels below you.
You feel the groans vibrate through you as he continues lapping at your pussy, hips rolling against his face faster as you feel your orgasming building up. His stubble scrapes at your skin lightly, his hands pushing you further as he watches the blissed look on your face and your whines muffled from the way your thighs pillow around his head. Broad hands knead at your ass and helps you rock on his face, his tongue drinking up your slick before your thighs squeeze around his head and you fall forward with a load moan. Leon helps steady you as your orgasm washes over, still moving your hips as you ride through it.
Your legs are shaky as Leon slides himself out from under you, before his arms sweep you up and he presses a kiss to your forehead. “C’mon pretty girl, need to take you apart in the bath and on the bed after that…never gonna need a book again”.
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Traffic stop
Pairing: Rookie!Leon Kennedy x BustyF!Reader
Summary: Your sports bra malfunctions during a traffic stop with a shy rookie cop.
Warnings: au obvs, happens in raccoon city, wrote with a busty reader in mind but anyone can read it, shy!leon, accidental exposure, suggestive themes, speeding (DRIVE SAFE PEOPLE!!)
Author's Notes: kudos to my husband for giving me the idea/title. if anyone would like to write a smut version of this, i also wouldn't mind, just let me know! i do have another plan for re2 leon in works cause he is my baby. hope you enjoy your reading!
my leon's masterlist | part 2
It is still hot, you think as you exit the gym after an exhausting leg day. You decide to wear your sports bra while driving home since your car's air conditioner has not worked since you bought it. You always think you will have money to fix it or even buy a new car, but you must work with what you have now.
You sigh, throwing your bag and your shirt on the backseat. The pain in your legs will only worsen, so you decide to drive fast to get home, shower, and relax. And oh, yes, hope the wind provides some sort of comfort on your face. Placing your sunglasses in your eyes, you start going, mentally praying you wouldn't see any cop.
But of course, this isn't your lucky day.
Not even ten minutes on the road, the sound of the siren from a car of Raccoon City P.D. is behind you. You groan an audible no, asking mentally what you did to deserve this.
"Perfect. Great," Your murmur.
You pull into a nearby parking lot, take the paperwork from the glove compartment and throw it in the passenger seat, the air already getting stagnant inside the car, making you sweat.
Your eyes roam to the rearview mirror, wondering where the heck that cop was, when you notice the zipper of your sports bra is half open. You attempt to zip it, but it immediately unzips it again, leaving half of your cleavage exposed. You think it doesn't look bad, so you leave it alone. It is not like you were driving topless anyway.
With droplets of sweat on your forehead, you see the cop coming out in your driver-side mirror. Finally, you think as he takes his sweet time to get to you. He looks young. He seems to take a breath before walking to your car, pulling his pants up and his other hand on his gun, and even someone who doesn't understand anything about cops would know this guy is a rookie.
He approaches slowly and carefully, analyzing your old car, and when he finally stops by your window, the first thing you catch is a pair of innocent blue eyes. Staring right at you.
"Good afternoon, ma'am." You read the name tag Leon Kennedy as his eyes go from your face to your sports bra half open. Officer Leon probably has a great view since your car is on the lower side. He gulps, you don't know if nervousness or something else, then stares directly above your head.
"Afternoon."
"Do you know how fast you were going?" Oh, this one is definitely a rookie, with his voice still showing some nervousness.
"Yeap, I know."
You really don't want to prolong this more than it should, and the way Leon Kennedy seems to stare everywhere except you proves he wants the same.
"Look. I was just trying to get home. Just issue the ticket, and I will be on my way. I will behave, I promise."
That clearly sounded more seductive than you meant to be. You don't judge yourself as a woman who could get out of a ticket by flirting; honestly, you didn't care at this moment. Your whole body is getting sweaty and sticky, with a few drops of sweat coming down from your neck, and your legs are literally pulsating with pain. It is worth trying.
And just for the right timing, you feel a single drop of sweat coming down from your neck to your cleavage. Leon Kennedy's blue eyes follow the trail until the drop disappears inside your bra top, and he gulps, licking his lips.
Well, you may be one of those women who can get away from a ticket by flirting.
"License and breas— I mean, car registration, please."
Leon thanks mentally you don't seem to hear his mispronunciation. You grunt, impatience, turning to grab your documents for Leon. When you turn back at him to hand them, your zipper finally gives up, opening it up completely. It is a nice feeling at first, the same feeling you have from having your boobs released after a long day.
For a moment, you both don't move, too mortified. Officer Leon Kennedy is now staring, really staring, at your boobs. He doesn't even attempt to look away, his face entirely red as a tomato. Your immediate reaction is to try to close the zipper, but it seems it had enough. Leon finally turns around, mumbling an apology.
"I am sorry, I am so sorry, Officer!" You groan as you give up on zipping, going for the shirt under your bag in the back seat.
"It-it is fine!" Leon rushes to say, his voice going high a few tones. If this wasn't embarrassing as it was, you would have laughed at the poor rookie's reaction. But now, great, you were probably going to be arrested for public indecency. You finally find a towel, a medium one, that might work. You cover yourself as best as you can.
After Leon gives you a few moments of privacy, he turns back to face you, and you know, by the expression on his face, you are doomed. You were probably getting arrested for trying to seduce a cop-out of a ticket.
"You can go, ma'am."
"What? Like that?" You wonder before stopping yourself.
"Well, y-yeah. I can see you have much bigger problems to deal with it. Have a good day."
Leon gives you one good final look, a strange glow in his eyes. It seems he wants to say something else, but the moment passes. Leon gives you a slight smirk, his face still red, and walks back to his car.
You watch Leon drive away, your gazes somewhat crossing before he disappears into traffic. You sigh, the external heat forgotten, hoping this isn't your last encounter with Leon Kennedy.
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summary: you finally graduated college and are home free for the summer, planning to spend as much time as possible with your best friend. what you weren't planning for, however, was the incredible sight of her older brother, Leon, who had drastically changed after all those years. you had never thought you would fall for your best friend's brother.
pairing: leon kennedy (re2) x fem! reader
word count: 9.3k
warnings: smut, bathroom sex, public sex, fingering, dom(ish) leon
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No matter how many young adult fiction books you read, how many love story tropes you think you have seen, there was just one that seemed so unreasonable, it was almost laughable. Because, after all, you spent way too much time with this person to ever even see him as attractive, it had never even crossed your mind. Come on, your best friend’s brother? The boy who was so ungracious, messy, impolite, and had a crude, childish sense of humor? It was just unrealistic.
Until… It was realistic.
For all your life, you looked at Leon Kennedy as the young, bumbling boy who tripped over his own two feet at any given opportunity, ready to make jokes at inappropriate times and constantly worked overtime to barge in when you and your best friend were hanging out. He was only two years older than you, but his personality read the same age, if not, younger. Boys will be boys…
You always knew that college would change a person, and you can’t deny that about yourself, but it was so hard to look at the people you were closest to and imagine that they, too, changed with college. Your best friend was still the same person you knew since middle school, and all those years that you knew Leon, he had never changed, until he left for college himself. You were confident in knowing that when he came back, he would be the same exact person, just… older.
You could not have been more wrong.
“These days could not go by any faster.” Your best friend whined to you over the phone, a daily routine between the two of you. “I need you home ASAP, Leon is driving me crazy. He’s being so loud.”
Yep, that sounded pretty in character for him. “I know, just five more days, and I’m home free, forever. I wish commencement wasn’t even happening at this rate, I’m wasting away here.”
You were finishing up your last days as a college senior at a school that was a thousand miles away from home. The scholarship opportunity was incredible, and you could not say no to this offer. Your best friend chose to stay local, which you inwardly criticized, but would never say to her. You knew her parents could have afforded to send her here, who needs that big of a house for a family of four anyway?!
Commencement was set to happen on Thursday, and it was currently Sunday. Your own parents had flown in to watch you walk the stage, and while you knew your best friend would have dropped everything to come as well, her school chose to hold theirs on the same exact day. Figures.
“I miss you guys. The summers I came home just weren't enough. I have to say, I’m so glad this internship bullshit is over. It feels like I haven’t ever even lived with you.”
You heard her groan on the other line. “I know! It’s so stupid. Why would a program even make it so you could only intern in the summer? Don't they know you are only in your twenties once?!”
You laughed at her remark, gazing off as you continued the conversation. Classes were over and exams were concluded, at least you had a healthy pile of books to go through to pass the time. You decided to worry about the logistics of taking them home at a later date.
There’s something so innocent about getting lost in the world of young adult romance. Some would say it makes their own lives dreary, coming to the conclusion that they could never live out these fantasies in the real world, but to you, it felt real anyways. It only made you happier. It puts some optimism in your life.
The comfy plane read you chose was about a high school girl, absolutely smitten over the five-years-older brother of her best friend. This type of thing, you thought, just seemed too… fairytale, to be real. In no world where you knew someone as a child could you grow up and think they were an object of fantasy. You tried picturing you and Leon in this situation. Never!
Admittedly, you haven’t seen Leon in like 4 years. The last time you saw him, it was right before you left for college, and your major requires summer internships which leave a very small window for home visits. You never crossed paths during those times. From what your friend tells you, he’s rarely home now, he must have migrated to a new group of friends in college and found other passions. Good for him, you thought, you wish you could say the same, but you needed the income from whatever job you landed from your internship.
He was never really a tiny boy in high school, he was of a pretty average build and rivaled some of the football players, but he was not an athletic kid. You can’t imagine him changing that much more, your best friend never talked about him like that, obviously, so, you only had to imagine after the last time you saw him.
From your own personal standpoint, it was just impossible to believe in this best friend’s brother trope. You shut the book and closed your eyes, willing the plane to start moving faster.
As soon as your plane touched down, you whipped your phone out to send a text: As soon as all this shit is put away, I’m coming straight over.
Predictably, less than three minutes later: YES!! All nighter, we’re 14 again. I have drinks in the fridge.
Willing yourself through all the pleasantries of coming home, promising other relatives you would be by in a few days when you are settled, you merely threw your suitcase down into your room before dashing out to your car, knowing the route to your best friend’s house even with your eyes closed.
A tight, running start hug was the intro you both needed as a fresh start to the summer.
“Please tell me you are home for good now, they aren't making you do any more summer internships?”
You laughed as you followed her into the house. It felt like it’s been forever since you’ve been in this large house’s lived-in walls. “No, thank god. I’m officially done. Except for job hunting, but I’m putting that off for as long as I can get away with it.”
“Agreed.”
As you followed her up the steps to her room, snacks and drinks spilling over your arms, a loud cacophony rang out through the house, coming from the garage. “What the hell is that?” You stopped short, listening to it through the closed door.
“Wow, that’s how I really know it’s been forever since you’ve been here. I’m so used to it now. It’s a band that Leon is a part of. The ‘rents loaned out a car space in the garage.”
Wow, you thought, multiple things to dissect here. One: this has been going on for some time now, and you never knew. You didn’t blame your friend for not bringing it up, it wasn’t weird to not mention a new hobby of her brother’s. Two: Leon apparently knew how to play an instrument. You couldn’t recall anytime seeing him play anything, and he had never expressed an interest in singing, so that was difficult to digest. Three: their parents would give up a car space just for them to do this. They still had two car spaces left in there.
“God, it’s really been that long, huh? I’ll have to get him to spill all about this whenever he comes out.”
You heard a groan from in front of you on the stairs, and you hopped up to be beside her, headed to her bedroom. “If you can even catch him. He’s like a slippery snake. Plus, he’s so private, I don't know what happened to him. Anyway, you should come over tomorrow night and pregame with me and the girls, cause…”
She droned on, and while you still had half of your brain paying attention to her, you couldn’t help but think about that sentence she just said. Leon’s different now? The slippery snake part didn’t make many waves, you weren’t surprised that a man in his mid twenties didn’t want to be bothered, but you didn’t expect a whole new personality to come out of him. What happened while he was gone? Or, what kind of epiphany did he have?
“Oh, my god, look at this, too. I totally forgot to send you this. I’m so mad you missed it!”
Your best friend shoved a phone in your face, and you took it, grateful for the mental topic switch. It was a group of four girls and five boys, your old friends, standing along a cliffside in bathing suits. You assumed this was the cliff jumping extravaganza you heard about over the phone a couple weeks ago. And, yes, you were also mad you missed it.
“This looked like so much fun, I haven't seen all of them in forever. Maybe we can convince everyone to do it again soon.” You looked up and smiled as your friend laughed. You looked back down to the photo. “Who is this?”
She leaned over you as you zoomed in on a man in the top right, his lower half covered by a girl bending forward for a photo, but you could tell he was incredibly toned. His hair was pushed back with water from the lake below, and a broad smile graced his features. You sensed familiarity, but you had never met this person before.
Your friend scoffs. “Girl, what? That’s Leon.”
“What?!” Has it really been that long since you’ve seen Leon in person? Now that you look at it again, yep, that’s definitely him, but why does he look so different? Thinking back, it wasn’t often you spent time with him around after he graduated high school and went to college. You saw him probably even less than you visited home during your college career, and honestly, it has probably been years since you’ve seen him at all. “He looks so… different.”
“Like I said, I don’t know what happened. Maybe he won’t recognize you either.” You handed her phone back to her. Maybe, you wondered, but you doubted it. Nothing about you changed at all. You woke up every day waiting for a magical overnight nose job and five month glute progress from the gym that you didn’t go to, but it never happened.
The night carried on, the strange questions about Leon’s college whereabouts pushed to the back of your mind. It felt so good to be back home. The summer was only just getting started, and with the buzz running through your system, you couldn't feel anything except excitement.
“I’m out of water, fuckkk,” You moaned. Your friend giggled at you.
“Go get some. And don’t fall.” If you were any more sober you would have glared at her for this, reminding you of the time you drunkenly took a tumble down her stairs, but right now, it was only a funny memory as you totally didn’t have an iron grip on the railing as you walked down.
The rest of the house was dark and quiet now. You remembered her saying her parents were somewhere else, so you hadn’t seen them at all tonight, and there was no longer heavy music coming from the garage. You instinctively turned your head that way, like it would magically start up again.
You stumbled over to the refrigerator, yanking it open and hearing all the bottles clink around on the door. It took you a second to collect your bearings, but after a few more seconds, water was located, and you let your eyes readjust to the darkness as you shut the door. A figure in the darkness made you yelp.
“Goddamnit, you scared me!” You placed a hand over your beating heart.
A deep laugh floated through the air at this, but you were still partially blinded. “Hey, you. I’m sorry, I thought you were my sister.”
Leon.
You blinked hard a few times, willing the night vision to return, and a little bit of your drunkenness away. You took a hard look at the man in front of you, as good of a look as you could. You only saw a silhouette, a dark shirt, hair over his forehead, and he was taller than you, wider, stronger. This was not the Leon you remember from high school.
“Leon. It’s so nice to see you.” You tried your hardest to sound normal, but surely he already knew what the two of you were up to.
“Yeah, it’s been a while.” Slowly, your vision was returning, and his facial features were becoming prominent. Eyes. Mouth. Smile. “Congratulations on graduating, back home for good now?”
“Yeah, yes. Thank god. Thank you.” You could now tell you were fumbling over your words, and suddenly wanting nothing more than to go back upstairs. “I’ll be here a lot more often now, so get used to me.” You walked around him back to the stairs, listening to that low chuckle that you got out of him. God, you really needed another drink.
The night and next day bore on with nothing too important left to remember about it, as long as you were in the confort of your home town again getting fucked up with nowhere to be, it was a great time as far as you were concerned.
Though, despite continuing to drink that night and waking up a little unsteady the next morning, you couldn’t shake that brief encounter you had with Leon. You could barely see him in the dark, but you could already tell he looked different. His build was wider than the last time you saw it, he even looked a little taller. He had only ever been maybe an inch above you, but since he disappeared to college, it looked like he went up at least five. Or maybe you were shrinking.
You were mad it was so dark and you were on the edge of tipsy and drunk to be able to clearly see him. You saw him in the photo of the outing at the cliffside, but you really didn't want to believe that was him. He was almost… sexy.
Which was crazy. You had never thought of Leon like that. Yes, there was some sort of novelty to having a crush on the only consistent older man in your life whom you weren’t related to, but whenever you came face to face with him, it was just normal. You felt nothing, he was just there.
But this… this could change everything. Was he actually attractive now? God knows you weren’t the best at being normal around people who you thought were attractive, and that could make things infinitely awkward with being around your best friend so often. And your best friend, what would she even think? You can’t confide in her to tell her you might think her older brother is hot. This was all messed up. This is not how you wanted summer to start.
–
A few days had passed with no rift, and your momentary crisis left with no memory. You discovered, though, as much as you couldn’t wait for summer to roll around so you could be free of your duties, your days were much more boring than you had anticipated. With your past summer internships, you were always busy, and had one or two days a week to rest at most. But now, with the summer sun high in the sky and no requirements of you anymore, you were at a loss of anything to do other than sit by your best friend’s pool, baking in the heat.
“They’re having some start-of-summer party going on in one of the campus houses tonight, are we down?”
You didn’t move your head nor open your eyes as your friend spoke to you. “Yeah, sure. It will be more of a time than drinking with just us.”
She sighed. “You can say that again.”
You pushed yourself up off the chair. “I’ll be back, don’t drown.”
You listened to her sarcastic response as you went inside the house, needing a moment to cool down, and to refill your drink. As you slid the glass door shut, you were greeted with the sound of loud instruments, reminding you of the first night you came here once returning from school. Leon must have had his bandmates come over some time while the both of you were outside, as you don’t remember hearing this, or seeing anyone else. You ignored it, and stalked past the door, headed upstairs to the kitchen.
The music stopped, a door opened, and chatter became clearer without the barrier. You didn’t know who else Leon could have here, you didn’t know his friends, and you were suddenly too aware of the bikini you had on. Whatever, you soothed your anxiety, I look good.
“Oh, hey.” You turned around at the strange voice, not recognizing the person standing at the stairway, headed towards the kitchen. “Now it’s a party.”
“Dude, gross.” A more familiar voice followed quickly behind the quip, and Leon’s head became visible as he climbed the stairs. “Sorry.” He spoke now to you, visibly doing his best to keep eye contact with you. Now you could really feel your half-nakedness.
“Doesn’t sound like you guys are making much progress out there.” You joked, turning your head back to where you were filling your water bottle. You heard Leon’s friend laugh, making a remark along the lines of blaming other people in the band, but you unintentionally tuned him out.
“We’re trying.” Leon was closer to you now, and when you turned, his friend had disappeared, probably into the bathroom. Leon was grabbing drinks from the fridge, and the two of you were separated by the kitchen island, sunlight illuminating both of you.
His hair was a shade darker than you remembered it being, still blonde, but almost brown. It came down to touch his ears, and the pieces of bangs on his forehead were clumped together with sweat. He had on a gray tank, the ones with the arm holes that go down to your ribcage. His arms, god, those arms–
“Doing anything fun out there?” He walked around the island, even closer to you now, getting cups from the cabinets.
You shook your head. “Just trying to become a leather couch while I’m still young.” You fixed the top of your water bottle back on, but didn’t move from your spot, taking the chance to talk to Leon.
“That’s the spirit.” He placed the cups down on the counter and leaned on it, clearly standing around to talk to you, too. You noticed a bandage wrapped around his right hand as he crossed his arms.
“What happened there? Start scrapping with the wrong people?”
He lifted it and looked at it, like he just realized it was there. He laughed softly. “This might sound gross, but it's just a callus that burst open the other day. Right when I was used to holding drumsticks all the time.”
You sighed a gentle laugh. “Doesn’t that hurt, still using it?”
He shook his head. “Nah, I just didn’t want to start touching shit and get it all gross again.” He set his hand back down. You took the silence to ask another question.
“When did the drums start? That was never a thing as far as I can remember.” He looked down, slowly nodding his head, as if trying to piece together memories of what his life was like the last time he saw you.
He sighed. “I kind of picked it up during college. I thought it was a lot of fun. I knew a lot of guys at the time who were in a bunch of different bands, so they had access to all these instruments, and I tried a bunch, but the only one that stuck was drums. I guess it’s easy and I like it only because I still can’t read sheet music for the life of me.”
You smiled softly at his explanation. Looking at him in the daylight, now, you can see the old him in his features. He grew into his face, his cheekbones slightly more pronounced, and his dimpled chin fitting perfectly into his jawline. His eyes were soft, yet tired. Still the bright blue you remember them being.
“Are you any good?”
He smiled fully at this, looking back up to you. “Of course. I know it sounds like ass right now, but we’re trying out some new stuff. But, and maybe I’m just biased, I think we have some really solid potential.”
You shrugged, a grin still present on your face. “I’ll have to see it to believe it.”
Leon stood up now, grabbing the cups and the still tied together 6-pack. “I agree. We’re doing a local show next Wednesday night. I’m always inviting my sister, but she doesn’t like going alone, and the rest of your friends don’t like that bar.” You smiled at this. Sounds typical of your friends. “Maybe she will come if you will. And, uh, if you’re still with that guy, he can come, too.”
Your brow furrowed at this. “Guy?”
Leon shrugged. “Oh, well, she told me in passing that you were with some guy last summer. From around here.”
You paused to think about this, nearly forgetting your whole past trying to rake your brain for a memory. It then hit you. “Oh, shit, yeah, that was definitely just a summer thing. He was…” A douche, conceited, horrible at sex. “Not the best. I’m not seeing anybody. And definitely not while school was in. I was way too busy for that.”
He nodded, standing up a little straighter. “Well, that’s good. And fuck that guy.” You giggled at his support. “I think you should come. I’d be happy to see you there.”
And, oddly, for the first time ever speaking with Leon, your stomach did a flip that only ever happened when you were talking to someone whom you liked. It caught you off guard, and your words caught on your throat.
You nodded quickly, using the opportunity to take a deep breath in. “Yeah, I’ll be there. I’ve got the time to, now.”
“Cool. I won’t disappoint, I promise.” With that, Leon bounded back across the room and down the stairs, opening and shutting the door to the garage. You sighed deeply. You didn’t like the feeling that was creeping up inside of you.
Putting your newfound conundrum aside for the night, you resolved to let loose and get back to enjoying the summer the way you had intended to. You were almost tempted to stick around and listen once his band got started with the music again as you were on your way outside, but decided against it, as your friend would surely be asking what took so long.
Part of you wished Leon had gone to this little party tonight, considering he knew all of your mutual friends, but he was never the party type before this, and it seemed that college did not change that much either. It would make sense if he had a gig coming up, they must be preparing, but you didn’t picture him to be much of a perfectionist. Maybe that changed as well.
–
“Why are we going to this again?” Your friend asked as she followed you out of her house, locking the door behind her. She seemed awfully quick to keep up with you for complaining about doing something she doesn't want to.
“I don’t know, it gives us something to do. Leon asked me to come. Now you’re coming with me.”
“What? Why did Leon ask you to come? He doesn't ask me.” The two of you slid into her sleek black coupe.
You shrugged as you fastened the belt. “I saw him the other day when I was here, I came in while we were out by the pool. We were just talking. And he said he does invite you, by the way, but you never go.”
She was the one to shrug this time. “Maybe he does. You think there will be hot men here?”
“We’re both hoping.” You half-assed the response, but you already knew the answer was yes. You could never tell her you think Leon is attractive now. You had been mulling it over the past few days, ever since you spoke to him, and you had no choice but to confirm it. He really, really grew into his body. You could even push the curiosity aside to wonder what it was about college that changed him like that, you were just thankful it happened.
Your local bar looked just as you remembered, dark and looming from the outside, people filing in and out simultaneously. It was much busier than you had ever seen it, but the show was most likely the reason for the sudden influx in customers.
The crowd was a thick mass, and you had trouble even spotting the stage when you walked in, but once you and your friend had found a nice little corner, vacant of bodies, and conveniently found a third mutual friend to stand by, the room seemed a little less stuffy.
You absentmindedly scanned the crowd, people hoarding in front of the stage, waiting to be the first to break open the mosh pit, presumably, people in the back drinking idly and chatting, almost like they don't even know a show is happening this night. You found yourself looking for Leon. He was in the building somewhere. You wished you could have told him you were there, but what good would that have done? He wouldn’t have come out to say hello, there were preparations to be had back there.
God, shut up already, you willed at yourself, annoyed at the mere fact that you couldn’t stop thinking of Leon.
Admittedly, you thought of that first scene more often than not recently. The muscle shirt, ribcage exposed, thick arms, sweet smile and bouncy cheeks with a strong jawline, the vision came to you during the day, at breakfast, while you were scrolling your phone, late at night, when the moon was your only company.
You wondered what he would look like tonight. You were so anxious for him to step out on stage. Would he see you?
Your friend stumbled sideways into you, knocking you out of your monetary stupor. People were now starting to crowd in, hence the bump, and you were assuming the start of the set was about to happen.
On cue, the lights went darker, the roar of the crowd exploded, and people rushed on stage and took their places. Your eyes were instantly drawn to Leon, who, from what you could only see from the backlight so far, had on another muscle shirt. It made your legs feel like jelly.
The lights went on, and after a brief introduction from the front man who was holding a guitar, they started. Leon was right, they were pretty good when they weren’t rehearsing new material. You knew this wasn’t the type of music your best friend was into, but to your surprise, she was bopping away with your other mutual friend, both of them holding drinks. That’s probably why.
Turning back, you could see Leon clearly under the lights now, which were strobing in and out, flashing different colors and patterns. His hair was pushed back this time, exposing his forehead, and looking brand new. You liked the way it looked on him, it made him almost look older. Everytime a strong beam of light would shine down on him, you could see the glistening sweat on his skin, his face. He was so focused on hitting the beats, and succeeded everytime, and you were so enticed by it.
This was a side of Leon you never thought you would see. It was so clear, standing in the crowd watching, how much he belonged up there. He looked so confident, every move was made with ease, no hesitation, and you could feel yourself melting.
It was like a headrush, you didn’t think you would enjoy it this much, but clearly, every moment took your breath away. Yes, you were looking at Leon the whole time, but who could really tell?
Soon enough, the show ended, and the crowd was applauding for what felt like ten minutes as the individual members left the stage, thanked everyone, hopped down to talk to others. You were interrupted with your people-watching when your friend grabbed you by the elbow to let you know she was headed back to the bar for more drinks, and you absentmindedly nodded while you turned back.
You caught the back of Leon, dipping behind the stage into the back of the bar. The tips of your fingers tingled with… something, some emotion you couldn’t read… and you let your body take over as you weaved through the crowd, headed to the back.
People bumped you and yelled in your ears as you squeezed in between them, paying them no mind, on a mission of your own.
After a few seconds, you reached a hallway, a few people lingering by the bathrooms, and you spotted someone, you recognized him as the frontman, dipping behind another doorway, chattering loudly to people behind the wall. Times like this, you wished you had decided to down some liquid courage.
You stalked slowly over to the doorway, seeing flashes of shadow as people walked by, unsure if you should hang out or go in. Most likely, you weren’t welcome, it was probably for performers only, but you couldn’t help it, you continued inching closer, drawn in by an unseen force.
As you took another step inward, a figure rushed out and crashed right into you.
“Oh shit, I’m sorry, bathrooms are that way if you’re looking for them, this is restricted access.” You looked up at the man you walked into, you didn’t know who it was.
“Oh, um…” You backed up a step, and though he was making moves to walk around you, he was waiting for a response. “I was actually waiting for Leon… the drummer.” You added in the title, just in case this was a man who worked at the bar with no affiliation to the band. But, to your relief, he nodded.
“I’ll get him, just chill over there, ‘kay?”
You dumbly nodded and backed up again. The hallway was lit with fluorescents, the bright white kind, but it was still dark, with the walls and floors looking slick with condensation. You opted not to lean up against them.
“Hey, you’re still here?” A voice snapped your head back over to your left, and you saw Leon walking towards you. “You didn’t leave with the rest of them?” He must have seen your other friend there as well.
You shook your head. “They’re still here, I think. Just getting drinks.” He nodded. “I told you I would come.” You held your arms out in a here I am gesture. He laughed.
“I’m so glad. I didn’t see you while I was up there, but… I do tend to just tune everything else out when I play.”
“You did great. You were really good.” You spoke, almost breathless for no apparent reason.
He smiled softly, his eyes holding contact with yours. “Thank you.” His hair was now starting to fall back into place on his forehead, his face was still red with exerted energy. Your eyes wandered, without your permission, his arms were shining under the hallway lights, still sweaty. You looked away, but he saw. “You look great tonight.” His voice was low, and a twist went straight down your abdomen.
You smiled back. You briefly looked down at your outfit, simply a short skirt and loose band tee. “Thank you. It’s nothing.”
“I like it.” He looked back into your eyes, and you found yourself lost for words. He broke eye contact for a second, turned around and looked into the back room where, presumably, the rest of his bandmates were. He turned back to you. “You know,” He looked down, and took a step forward towards you, slowly, as if to test the waters. You stayed put. “It’s been so long since I saw you last. I almost didn’t recognize you the first night you were at the house.” You grinned at the memory. You were also equally stunned to not know Leon had changed so much. “Not that you weren’t before but… You’re beautiful, now.”
Your stomach sank at his words, and with his new proximity to you, it caused you to have to look up at him. You felt a strong shiver course up your body.
“I really… I didn’t recognize you. You look so different, too.” You whispered, knowing he was close enough to hear you. “I didn’t even think it was you at first.”
He simply stared at you for a few more moments, taking in your words, and the way you looked in front of him right now. You were suddenly self conscious, but his gaze seemed to tell you that he liked whatever he saw.
“I… don’t want to back you into any corners here…” He looked down, still not meeting your eyes. “But you’re giving me a… vibe. And I’d rather fuck around and find out than never know if I don’t try.”
You stood up straighter, coming closer to meet his face, his eyes finally touching back onto yours. “What kind of vibe?” You had to say something, anything, because you could barely comprehend this situation right now. Leon was catching a vibe from you? Could he tell that you were looking at his body? Could he tell that you thought he became very sexy?
He tilted his head a little further, and his brow bone cast a shadow over his eyes, darkening them. Another shiver down your body. He shrugged. “I think I just… think you are incredibly attractive, now.” His eyes darted down your body for a quick second before resuming their previous place. “And I want to know if you want to just try it out. Just once.”
You took a quick, silent breath in. He must have been picking up your messages, even though you said nothing and only spoke to him once. Was that one conversation that powerful? Was it the hint you dropped about not being with that guy anymore? Was this something he just knew he was going to attempt as soon as he saw you? You didn’t know, and you really didn’t have the time to think it over.
You reached up and placed a hand on his chest, slowly taking the shirt on his body in your hands, pulling him closer, but with no force. His eyes darted up behind you, and he turned his head quickly one more time. He saved you the trouble, and dipped his head down and kissed you hard.
You sighed instantly, fully gripping his shirt and dragging him in closer to you, pushing your body against his as you could feel him move towards you at the same time. You were exploding, you didn’t know what to do with the rest of your body, and could only bring your other hand up to his bicep, where he then palmed your waist. He pulled back after a few seconds.
“Follow me,” His face was flushed, and when he turned around, you were very quick to follow. He maneuvered the two of you through the back room, where people still were congregating, but none of them paid much attention to the two of you. You passed by his other bandmates, and when he turned the corner, he pushed open a door, and ushered you inside. It was a bathroom. “This is the best I can do right now.”
Instead of replying, you simply grabbed his face in both hands and pulled him in. The room was dark, you could tell from under your eyelids as you felt the heat of his face on yours again, and you were at least happy for that, you weren’t too sure you wanted to see the state of the bar’s bathroom at this moment.
His hands found solace again on your waist, thumbs rubbing circles, and fingers teasing along the waistband of your skirt. Leon pressed himself further into you, sandwiching you in between him and the wall, and the stark difference in temperature between the two caused another series of shivers to run up your body.
Leon’s mouth left your lips, now wet and slick with his saliva and yours, and traced them down the length of your jaw, along your neck, nipping at the tender skin, making you sigh and arch your back, increasing the contact of your bodies. Your hands dragged along his sturdy shoulders, reaching around and locking your arms behind his neck, holding him in as he worked your neck, and as his hands started to move. You kept breathily gasping as he bit underneath your jawline, fingertips caressing your jutting hip bone, dipping lower, causing ripples to erupt in your core.
He had positioned his hands now to take purchase on the hem of your skirt, full intentions of pulling it up, when he released his lips from your neck and his face was back in front of yours.
“Sorry that this is all we have.” His voice was low, and you almost didn't hear it over the static of the bar music softly coming in through the speakers. “We can wait if you want.”
His hand was still positioned on your clothing, and you didn’t let go of him even a little bit. You could only look up, your head already touching the wall behind you. “Where’s the thrill in that?”
Under his shadow, you saw his lips quirk up slightly, he breathed a laugh, and dove back in to kiss you. You threaded your fingers through his hair, slightly tugging, hearing him groan at the sensation. The hand that was ready to hike your skirt up did just that, and his other was gripping your thigh, lifting it higher so he could slide himself right in between.
He made himself comfortable pressed against you, and you could feel his erection growing through his jeans, giving himself some sort of friction, and you pushed back, earning another groan through your still connected lips. You dropped one of your hands from his hair and traced down his bicep, and into the large hole of his shirt, relishing in every ridge that his ribcage and abdomen had to offer. His skin was so smooth, you knew you would never be able to get enough.
He backed away from the kiss briefly for another moment. “If I never saw you that day you came inside, half naked… in my house looking like that…” He continued to grind himself into you as he spoke, earning noises from the both of you. “Who knows how long I would have to wait?” The hand on your thigh crept upward, leaving a wake of shivers in its path. His palm was flush to your bare skin, reaching the joint of your thigh and hip, and he squeezed the flesh of your hip, digging his thumb into the sweet spot, making you squirm. You clawed at his back, you didn’t even care if it hurt him. You were sure it didn’t.
Leon hovered his mouth over yours, not connecting, but enticing you, and you could only look up at him through a foggy gaze. His hair had now fallen back over his forehead, streaked with sweat, but you hardly minded the way it was touching yours, you wanted him closer. It was impossible how, through the shadow he cast from the light behind him, you could see his blue eyes so clearly, pupils blown, the way he was looking at you made you want to drop dead.
You couldn’t wait any longer, you didn’t even have words to say back to him, you just needed to show him what you thought, how you felt, you just needed him. Your hands came around the front of his body again, not losing contact the entire way, and grasped desperately at his belt, needing to pull out his girth, needing to have his cock in your hands, mouth, in you.
You gasped, trying to form words, but his presence was so dominating, you almost couldn’t. “Leon…” You breathed, and your fingers couldn’t work the clasp fast enough. “Let me…” Finally, it slid open, you pulled the two ends of the belt apart, and made quick work to free his dick from its constraints. Your knees buckled, and you started sliding down the wall.
As you were about to hit the ground, his hands hoisted you back up from under your arms, and you could have whined, the frustration growing, the time only growing in between you getting to have him in your mouth.
“No, I’m sorry,” He grunted as he pulled you up. He put both hands under your thighs, and you gasped as he suddenly picked you up, you wrapped your arms around his neck for balance. “You’re not getting on this floor for me, we’ll save that for another time.”
Another time. Fuck, just those words alone had you melting in his grasp, his strong hands and arms holding you up, walking you around the corner of the bathroom and shutting the two of you in a stall.
“But, you already started this for me, so,” He had you pressed in between himself and the wall once again, one of his arms was still holding you up in the air, legs wrapped around his torso. He tried to separate himself as much as he could to pull his cock out, you reached down in between the two of you to help him, pulling the waistband forward so he could pull them down.
Your breath caught as he pulled it out, a solid, thick length, rock hard, and you were suddenly so mad he wouldn’t let you suck it, because, fuck you would have sucked the life out of him at just the sight of his dick.
Once he was free, he stroked himself a couple of times, causing himself to moan, and shit, you almost did, too, and he went back to the hem of your skirt, pushing it up over your hips, exposing your small underwear. He eyed them for a moment, humming in acceptance, before sliding them sideways and exposing your aching pussy to the cool air. You, in contrast, were overheating in this bathroom, but now that you were free, it felt so nice, and it felt even better when he ran his fingers along the length, in between your folds, pressing into your clit to watch you squirm again under him.
You sighed loudly, moans slipping out with your breathing as his contact with your heat felt like heaven, your head leaned back and hit the wall, but you didn’t care, you couldn’t feel it, you felt nothing but Leon’s fingers right now.
“Fuck, you’re so wet already,” He was breathing heavily, and you choked out a whimper when he slid one of his fingers in, and it wasn’t stopped with any friction. You also couldn’t believe how wet you were, but then again, you would jump hurdles to be able to suck his dick right here and now, so it must have gotten you worked up. “You feel so good around me.” He mumbled, practically groaned out, sliding in a second finger with ease, the slick sounds becoming louder as he worked you open, and while it felt so good, you just needed him to fuck you already.
“Leon…” You kept whining, unable to say anything else, mind fading, only wrapped around the feeling of him pleasuring you, fingering you, loosening you up for him. “Please, Leon…” You moved your hips, trying to signal to him to pull his fingers out, but he resisted, his hand following the movements of your hips, only going deeper, causing you to squeal when he went as far in as he could.
“Stay still, take it…” Now he pushed himself back against you, finding your lips again and kissing passionately, trapping his fingers inside you, and when you felt them move inside of you, you couldn’t help but squirm against him. His tongue caressed your lips, the inside of your mouth, and your tongue as he was so entwined in kissing you and in fingering you to the edge, his other hand gripping relentlessly at your ass.
After what felt like forever, he backed away, strings of saliva connecting your mouths, his eyes darker than ever, and you, breathing heavily, working to regain composure. He slid his fingers out, a small hiss escaping your lips with the emptiness.
“Fuck,” He sighed, and he looked back down in between you two. He adjusted his grip on your thigh and ass as he used his now free hand to line the tip of his cock up with your entrance, you felt a throb hit the core of your pussy at the mere sight, and you instinctively tightened when he teasingly dragged the tip along your lips, not giving you what he knew you wanted.
You sighed frustratingly, and couldn’t help it but to reach down and wrap your own hand around his dick. The sudden contact made him gasp, but he caught your hand and prevented you from piloting the moment.
“Just relax…” You didn’t need to look up to hear the smile painting his face, and as much as you wanted to protest, you knew he had the upper hand. This time. “You’ll get it, just be patient.” He drew a couple more lines into you, with your hand still trapped under his on his cock, which you could feel it throb every few seconds, and he finally pushed the tip into you.
You whimpered, whole body going slack, and you drew your hand back from his dick to find closure on his shoulder, steadying yourself as he slowly pushed himself all the way in. He had to stop every other second to collect himself as well, jaw tightened, hands gripping bruises into your hips and legs, a long, deep sigh once he was bottomed out.
He brought himself closer to you, relishing in the feeling of you being wrapped around him, unmoving, and he had his face in the crook of your neck, as if to ground himself from the feeling. Your body was shaking slightly, and you could barely breathe with his weight on top of you, but it all felt so good. His skin was slick, sweat coating anywhere that wasn’t exposed to the air, and your hands drawing deep scratches into his shoulder blades.
“Fuck, fuck…” You felt Leon’s lips moving against your throat, and his breath was hot, you could tell he was desperate to move inside of you, but he was still. “You’re so tight, god…” His lips moved up to place gentle kisses along your jawline, and your head rolled to the side to give him more access. He stayed there for a second, teeth grazing your skin, and after a while you were ready for him to start moving.
You picked your head up and turned sideways, forcing him to look directly at you, wasting no time in reconnecting your lips, and, while continuing to kiss you, he slowly slid out, and pushed himself back in.
The both of you were glued to each other as he continued to thrust in and out, your hands gripping impossibly hard on his shoulders, thighs shaking, breaths choppy. His eyes never left your face, he was watching your expressions so closely, you had no control over whatever was happening to you, you could barely breathe, you were so focused on the feeling that Leon was delivering, you simply ceased to acknowledge the setting you both were in.
“God, Leon…” You choked out in between gasps, head hitting the wall over and over, trying to helplessly grind your hips into his when he thrust up, but you had no energy to move against him. He took the initiative, and every time he would plunge into you, he would stay there for a beat longer, and make sure your previously ignored clit was getting the friction it needed, which made you whine even louder.
His breaths were so heavy, spitting out ‘Fuck’, and ‘Oh, shit’, and ‘So good’ every few seconds, letting his train of thought loose as he let himself go, and lost control of the pace.
One of his hands let go of your thigh, and it landed along your chin, forcing your head down to look into his eyes. “How does that feel, hm? So hard to move in you, so tight.” His voice was a broken mess, just breaths, essentially, but it was all you needed to spur you on.
You simply nodded, knowing the words were nowhere close to coming out right now. Even if you tried, it would be a mess of moans and gasps. You could feel him so deep inside of you, hitting that point to split you open, your pussy was endlessly wet, enough to fuel a whole round or two, and he let you know.
On another thrust, he pushed himself in and sat there for a moment, your moans spilling out without reserve, you both tensed as the unmistakable sound of the creaking door was heard.
Leon took his right hand, free from holding you up, and laced it over your mouth, silencing any sounds of pleasure that you had left in you.
You were both stiff, eyes wide, and he had his head swung in the direction of the noise. The footsteps approached the counter and turned the sink on. If they were to walk around the corner, they would see Leon’s legs under the door, and could have easily walked in, considering he didn’t shut it all the way, it was just stopped by his body behind it.
He slowly turned his head back to face you, you couldn’t move due to the weight of his hand, and you wanted to writhe under him so bad, feeling his cock throb still deep inside of you while you both were still. Tears were practically forming in your eyes.
He locked eyes with you, and without a sound, mouthed the words Be quiet.
He kept his hand clamped over your mouth, but he slowly adjusted your position so he could slide out of you at a snail’s pace. Your eyes widened in surprise, not expecting him to move, and you used all of your remaining energy to hold yourself together, being overcome by the pleasure while also staying conscious of the person who was still at the bathroom sink. You were glad there was still music playing outside in the bar, and the sink was still running, because if it were dead silent, they definitely would have been able to hear the wet sound of Leon pulling out, and fucking back in.
He held eye contact with you while he continued to do this, holding you so tightly to make sure nothing made any noise,and a devilish grin broke out onto his face. He was enjoying every second of this.
He was basically getting off on the idea of pushing you to your limit, forcing you to obey what he asked you to, even if it would benefit the both of you rather than just one. If Leon were shameless enough, he could have told them to fuck off, but instead, he held you here, silenced you, yet drove you to the fucking brink just to watch you fall apart. It made you want to cum right then and there.
After what felt like ten, twenty, thirty minutes (fifteen seconds), the sink shut off, a moment of silence, and the door creaked open again. Leon took his hand off your mouth and you both sighed deeply. While holding you still, Leon leaned back to look through the door to confirm you were alone once again.
“You were barely holding it together, I thought we were going to get caught.” He said on another thrust into you, bringing your faces closer once again. You swallowed hard, instinctively choking back moans now.
“Y-you… you were making it hard…” Gasps, again, as Leon was determined to make everything he asked of you difficult.
He brought himself closer into you, and spoke lowly. “Good,” With swift moves, his free hand was around your throat, holding your head back, and he was relentlessly bouncing you up and down on his cock.
The pressure around your throat and the pressure building in your core at his movements was all overwhelming, your hands were cutting crescents into his bicep from your nails, but he hardly took notice, he was so busy moving the both of you as well as keeping an eye on your face to watch how you were responding to his movements, he was too preoccupied.
The slick sounds coming from your pussy were evidence that the situation was much more of a stimulant than you ever expected, and the sound alone brought you so close to the edge.
“I bet you loved almost getting caught.” He groaned out, his movements stuttering, and you knew he must be close as well. “I bet it was driving you crazy, having to shut up while I gave it to you. You took it so well.” Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head, mouth open, you wouldn’t even be surprised if you were drooling at this point, Leon had all the power now.
“Leon,” You whispered, no energy for your full voice anymore. He understood.
“Take it, baby.” He thrust harder and harder, pressing you flat against the wall, the tip of his cock hitting all the deepest points. “I’m almost there, you feel so good.”
“Fuck, Leon,” If you could grasp any harder against his arms, you just did. “Fuck, I’m so close.”
“You got it, come on, cum for me.” He pressed his forehead into yours, grinding into you on the inward thrusts, making you fall apart in his arms. A few more thrusts, grinding a few more times, and a squeeze to your throat had you gasping in a silent scream around him, panting wildly letting your orgasm loose.
He fucked you all the way through it. “Shit, that felt so good, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” You watched him as he chased his own, sweat beads dripping down his face, his hair coated in it. His hips stuttered one more time, and as he released his seed into you, he buried his face into your neck, whimpering and biting again.
He pulled out of you, and it wasn’t missed by either of you the way his cum dripped out of you and onto the floor. You cracked a small smile when you heard him breathe a laugh.
“I’m sure that’s not the first time this bathroom has seen that.” He looked back up at you, breathing heavily, arms shaking from holding you up. You tapped his arms, hoping your legs were strong enough to stand on your own. He lowered you slowly, making sure you were stable before letting you go.
“I hope that’s what you wanted. I might have gotten ahead of myself.” He was still standing in front of you, neither of you made moves to leave the stall. You leaned against the wall for support.
“I would have stopped you a long time ago if it wasn’t, Leon.” He smiled down at you, breaths steadying out. He nodded his head.
“Coming to the house any time soon?”
You laughed out loud this time. “I’m sleeping over this weekend.”
He smiled wider at the sound of your laugh. He leaned in and kissed you again. “Can’t wait.”
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Leon S. Kennedy NSFW Drabble
Leon / Reader(Afab)
cw: SMUT 18+ MDNI, A LITTLE BIT DARK(he infects you with the plagas)!!, Plagas! Leon.
Tears rolled down your flushed cheeks, dark love bites mar your neck leading a bruising trail down to your thighs. A blend of bites and scratches accompanied with all too familiar hand prints
You didn't know what had come over him, ever since Leon had gotten back from his most recent mission he has been acting different. At first you had suspected that the classified mission had been rougher on him and Leon was just having a hard time with the aftermath. Comforting him seemed to help that, but over time his mannerisms began to change. He was so much more possessive of you, protective to an extreme. And now you've come to the devastating conclusion that something was wrong- something had happened to Leon while on his mission and he had brought it home.
You had gone out with a couple of your friends to one of the small local bars around where you work, hoping to catch up with them. But about an hour in as you were getting up to get some more drinks, a man had started to hit on you. You had tried to politely decline his requests and advances, but he just wouldn't take no for an answer. Then he was being thrown down to the ground, chair tumbling down with him. Leon, at first, relief had filled your body at the familiar sight but your heart dropped into your stomach when you got a look at his face. Rage didn't even begin to cover the emotion that plagued his face- he looked like he was going to kill the man. But that wasn't even the worst part, Leon's beautiful sky blue eyes where now a bloody red and you could see the faint outlines of black veins beneath his skin. Thinking as quickly and clearly as you could you had nearly dragged Leon out of the bar, hastily apologizing to your friends for leaving so soon. Afraid of what would happen if you didn’t get Leon out there.
The moment the door to your shared home slammed behind you, you've been in Leon's tight embrace. Time has completely slipped from you, mind blurry with pleasure and fear.
Leon had you on your stomach, hands caging your body in, as your hands tightly held onto the sheets trying to keep yourself steady with Leon's harsh thrusts. Your cunt stretched around his cock, his cum dribbling out of you making a mess on the sheets. Teeth latching onto skin where your shoulder and neck meet, a cry of pain mixes in with your moans. Leon had broken the skin, sharp canines digging into you as he lapped his tongue on the open wound. Harsh mumbles continued to tumble from Leon’s lips, a mix between ‘mine’ , ‘I love you’s. In your peripheral vision you can see the onyx veins beneath his skin. Part of you feared for what Leon was, but that only lasted for a moment before ecstasy took control. With another particularly mean thrust a moan falls from your bruised lips, then you feel the familiar touch of Leon’s hand against your throat. Pulling you up into his chest, there you are able to look down at your self. Black veins had started to spread down your chest from where Leon had just bit you. A sob retches it’s way out of you, Leon halting his thrust at the sound. Seeing what you were upset about he is quick to comfort you. “No baby, don’t be sad- this is a good thing. You’ll be just like me now.”
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DO I WANNA KNOW ? ~ LEON S. KENNEDY.
Summary: Leon just had to take the chance.
Word count: 3.814k / Warnings: stepcest, dddne, mild dubcon at first.
Contents 18+: unprotected sex, missionary, he eats your pussy thru the damn panties, he got a big dick (canon), praising, clit-slap (?), creampie, risky sex.
Pairing: Stepbrother! Leon S. Kennedy X Fem! Reader.
Author note: writing got a little rusty.... but!!! i had fun writing this （＾ν＾）stepbro leon is 2 die 4. kudos to the anon who sent the idea of stepbro leon into my inbox. ilyyyyy 🩷
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have you no idea that you’re in deep? i dreamt about you nearly every night this week. how many secrets can you keep?
You drive him insane. Literally. And it’s not even your fault, you were nothing but a sweetheart and Leon was nothing but a complete, degenerate mess when it comes to you.
You were the forbidden fruit that Leon desperately wanted to devour.
There’s a time when he’s left alone in his room after a long, exhausted day at work and all he could think about was you. It doesn’t help how he always had to come home late due to his late-night patrols around the city and all he can hear within the thin walls was your muffled moans and the sound of your fingers squelching and pushing into your cunt. You didn’t know about two things; One, Leon coming back home late because he always makes sure not to make too much noise when he’s downstairs. Two, Leon pressing his ear against the wall with his cock in his fist, furiously stroking up and down to the sound of your mewls. By the time you were done, all he can hear is the water running and splashing in the marbled sink of your bathroom as you washed your hands clean while he was reaching for tissues to wipe his semen off his sheets and abs.
It sort of become a daily routine for Leon. It’s wrong, he knows, you’re his stepsister and the thoughts he had for you in mind were nowhere near appropriate for someone who he should consider as his little sister. But he can’t just suppress the thoughts and feelings he had, the more he pushed aside, the more it grows and torments him, basically eating him alive. The fact that he lives under the same roof as you alone makes things harder for him, but he wasn’t complaining. Not one bit.
Leon gets to see you, a lot. He’d see you laying on your stomach with your shirt slightly ridden up on your back and your shorts hugging the curve of your ass, baby pink panties peeking thru its hem without you noticing it. And sometimes, his eyes would linger on you longer than he anticipated, his teeth biting the inside of his cheeks as his feet nervously tapped on the wooden flooring. You’d bend down in front of him to pick up the spoon on the floor and his breath would hitch seeing the outline of your pussy strained against your shorts. You were none the wiser, oblivious to the way his eyes flittered on your body and your lips but never directly on your eyes.
Because if Leon did look you in the eyes, he would feel guilty for thinking about bending you over the kitchen counter and fuck you stupid when you genuinely wanted to know how his day went at work.
“Leon?” You softly call out his voice, knuckles knocking on the door of his bedroom before Leon rushed to answer you. The sweat on his forehead was quickly wiped with the back of his hand, and his breathing ragged as he adjusted himself. “Yeah?” His voice was strained, exhausted from his work. “Can I come in?” Your fingers toyed with the steel doorknob, leaning your forehead lightly against his door. You heard the small ‘yeah’ before he opened it to you. Lips curling into a small smile, you looked up at him before you stepped inside his room. “Were you sleeping? I didn’t mean to bother.” You said to him, sitting on the edge of his bed before you crossed your legs. “No, no, I was just... Resting.” He replied, his eyes following your every move. Pushing the strands off your face, you tilt your head to the picture of you and him on his bedside.
“Aw, you still kept this?” You hold up the photo frame at him, your thumb glided on the glass surface gently as you gaze at it. “Why wouldn’t I?” He shrugged before he takes a sit next to you on his bed, purposely grazing his fingers against your thighs as he bite back the urge to let out a content sigh.
“I was so cute back then,” Your lips slightly puckered out, pouting at the sight of your younger version in the picture. A warm spread throughout your chest, it’s nice to know Leon keeps this photo of you and him— it makes you feel special. “You’re still so cute now.” His compliment brings heat to your cheeks, your elbow finding their way to playfully nudge his ribs before a soft chuckle left past your lips when he nudged you back. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” You rolled your eyes, placing back the picture frame on the table before you leaned back and lay on his bed with a small thud.
“Maybe I am, maybe I’m not.” He grinned at you, laying back next to you before he take a deep breath. He’d glanced at you, once, just one look on your face before he quickly avert his eyes away from you and glued them back on the ceiling. Leon knows he would end up staring at you, it’s a bad habit. He can’t help it, just the way your eyes drowsily looked up to the ceiling, your lips slightly parted as your fingers cling to his pillow. He wondered if your fingers would cling to the meat of his thighs if he was fucking your throat, filling every corner of your mouth with his cock until hot tears streamed down your wet cheeks— “They didn’t even tell me they were out of town.” The sound of your voice cutting thru the silence pause his thoughts before Leon tilts his head at you. “Why? You wanna go out or something? They’re just out attending my— our dad’s work party somewhere out of town in a hotel.” He stated.
‘Yeah, right, our dad. As if I wasn’t just thinking about fucking my stepsister.’ Leon thought to himself. God, he’s a sick, sick man.
“I know, I’m just really bored. That’s why I came here.” You said to him, completely oblivious to the fact that his eyes practically gleamed at your w. Leon sits up on his bed, his fingers pushing back the strands of hair on his face before he turned to look at you, a small smirk dawns on his lips. “So you come to me to have fun?” A small giggle left past your lips, the faint blush on your cheeks doesn’t go unnoticed. “Please, you make that sounds weird.” You shake your head, only to quickly shut down the fit of giggles you had when you feel his fingers brush against your thighs. Heat courses to your cheeks before a low hum emitted out of you, “Weird? I don’t know what you’re implying.” Leon does, he does. Fuck, this was probably the most he could do to you, just stroking your thighs as his fingers grow higher and higher as the warmth of your cunt radiates against his skin. He swallowed thickly, his fingers lightly squeezing the fat of your thighs before he leaned down to you. “Maybe you’re the weird one.”
Your eyes slightly widened, fingers quickly latching on his wrist before you stopped him from going further. “Leon,” You made a pathetic attempt to sound stern when you called his name when in reality, your voice sounded more like a whine as if you wanted him to keep going. “We can’t.” You didn’t say no, you would be lying to yourself if you didn’t want this too. You lose count of how many nights you spent, staying up watching taboo porn under your blanket with your fingers desperately stuffing your cunt and trying to relieve the ache between your legs while having Leon at the back of your head. You lose count of how many times you muffled out his name into your pillow every time you climaxes around your fingers during the darkest hour. And now that, Leon’s hand is practically inches away from grazing against your pussy, all you could do is looked away from his piercing gaze as you clench your thighs around his wrist. “It’s wrong.”
But it doesn’t mean neither he nor you wanted it less. Leon probably wanted it the most, his mind practically going haywire from how close your body is pressed to his.
“I can stop if you want, just say the word.” His voice was soft and you can’t help but look back into his eyes, before you lay there, contemplating if you should just go for it. Either you do it now, where no one’s home or never do it with him and to be honest, you would pick the first option in a heartbeat. “Keep going,” As soon as you let those words out, Leon leaned in to kiss you, his tongue pushing past your lips as explored every inch of your mouth. His hand resting on your cheek while the other is rubbing your clit thru your shorts with his index and middle fingers until there’s a damp spot forming on the fabric. Pulling away from the kiss with a string of saliva connected on the tip of each other tongues. “You’re so wet already,” He grinned, his face diving between the crook of your neck before he gently nibs your skin and sucked the fresh hickey he gives you on your neck.
“You love getting your pussy played by big brother?” When did that innocent nickname you used to call him make you so flustered? The way it smoothly rolled off to the tip of his tongue and the way his voice slightly dropped an octave made it sound lewd. You hated how much it turns you on, your cunt dripping with your arousal just from his little teasing. “Leon, stop embarrassing me.” You huffed in slight annoyance at his teasing before you hide your heated face with his pillow which Leon was not too happy with. He quickly takes the pillow off your grasp and throws it behind him, “No hiding, princess. D’you know how long I waited to do this?” Leon whispered to you, his lips kissing your jawline. “Too damn long.” He grumbled, pulling away from you before he kneels on the floor. His hands easily dragged you to the edge of his bed before he parted your thighs. “All I can think about is fucking you stupid, do you know how much that tortures me knowing I can’t?” He groans, his fingers were quick to slip the shorts off your legs and let them fall to the carpeted floor.
Leon couldn’t be bothered to take off your panties, instantly latching his lips on your clit thru your panties as he vigorously sucks on it with sheer fervour. The suddenness illicit a sharp gasp past your lips, your elbows and heels digging into his mattress as you watched his mouth clung to the bundle of nerves like no tomorrow with your thighs clamping around his head. “Shit, Leon...” You curse under your breath, head thrown back as he slurped every drop of you thru the thin undergarment. A soft moan croaks out of you as Leon finally pushed aside your panties, his tongue flattened before he dragged a long line on your pussy. “Taste so fucking good,” He can feel his cock straining in his pants, causing some discomfort but that was the last thing he care about, not when he was nose-deep into his stepsister’s sweet cunt. He could care less about anything when his mind is fixated on the way you rolled your hips and rides his tongue, smothering him before he pulled away for air.
“You’re so needy, baby.” Leon littered kisses on your inner thighs, the tip of his tongue flicking your clit causing your hips to jerk forward. His forearms push your hips down to the bed before he lightly slapped your clit and chuckles when you wince from the slight pain. “Don’t do that.” You whine, biting your lower lip back as you let yourself relish back into the pleasure when he kisses your clit, giving it a little suck and pulling away with a small pop. “I know, baby. Just wants you to stay still.” He said to you softly, his eyes shifting up to lock eyes with you. He loves the way your eyes tear up, your cheeks growing hot as your fingers cling to the bedsheets. He loves prodding his tongue into your warm hole while his thumb rubs your sensitive clit until you throw your head back into the pillow with your back arching into his tongue. “I’ll stay still,” It’s surprising how you can still talk properly despite being so high from the pleasure he’s giving you. A dribble of spit already starts dripping at the corner of your mouth, your eyes rolled to the back of your head each time Leon flattened his tongue and dragged it slowly on your dripping cunt until your body shuddered in pleasure.
Your fingers interlocked with his brown hair, tugging and pulling him closer as you slowly reached your climaxes. He didn’t mind, he like the feeling of your nails slightly digging into his scalp while you desperately chases your high. God, Leon probably won’t even mind if his head is bleeding from how hard you're tugging onto him if it meant having the chance to get a taste of your pussy and your soft thighs wrapped around his head. A strained scream sputtered out of your throat when you finally come undone in his mouth, your hips stuttering into his lips as Leon licks every drop of your juices and drank it down with a content grin. His hand reached down to his pants as he palmed his throbbing cock thru his pants, his fingers rubbing up and down on the outline of his shaft before he stands up from his knees. Leon pulled down his shorts until they slipped off his legs leaving him in his black boxer. The bed shifted as his knees digs into the cushion of his mattress.
“Want your cock,” Your words were slurred but you manage to whisper the words into his ears when he gets on top of you. You bring your fingers crawled up and cupped his face before you pulled him into a sloppy kiss, letting his teeth clashes against yours without a care in the world as his hands grip your waist. “Yeah? Beg for it.” He pulled away from the kiss, his blue eyes back into yours as you tucked your bottom lip under your teeth. It’s clear he won’t give you what you wanted until you actually say it to his face. A heavy sigh left your swollen lips, “Please, I need you inside of me. Fuck..." You paused, nuzzling your face to hide your warm cheeks into his neck before you continues, “Fuck your stepsister.” Leon grinned at your words, his lips leaving a small kiss on your collarbone before he pulled away to push down his boxer. “You got it, baby.”
Your eyes watered up as you mumbled a low curse when you feel the tip of his cock pushed into your cunt. It brings immediate weight to your chest as your breathing grows ragged, a part of you still refuses to believe this was happening— you’re fucking your stepbrother, allowing his fingers to gently pinch your hardened nipples while he buries his cock inch by inch. Your fingers quickly pressed against his chest, stopping him immediately as Leon shoot you a concerned look, his hand coming up to rest on your cheek.
“You okay?” He whispered to you when you let out a small wince, eyebrows knitted together before you looked down to where the two of you were connected. “It won’t fit, Leon.” You croak out a small cry, he’s stretching you apart and he’s not even all the way in. “It will, princess, just... I’ll take it slow, okay? It’s going to be okay.” Leon smiled after you weakly nodded your head to his assurance, your arms trails up to wrap around his neck before he slowly pushed himself inside of you. A low moan guttered out of his throat once he finally sheathed himself fully inside of your tight, sopping cunt. Cold sweats run down his forehead and body as he takes in every little noise you made underneath him.
He stayed in your arms for a few seconds before he retracts to prop up the back of your knee with his hand. Leon stared down at the way his cock formed a small bump on your pelvis before he moved his hips slowly, the pad of his thumb rubs your skin in a circular motion. “You’re taking me so well, baby,” Leon said to you in a hushed tone, his head slightly thrown back before he gulped down to the feeling of your inner walls pulsating around his cock. Leon averted his eyes from the ceiling back to your body, staring at the way your shirt pushed up over your chest, your fingers keeping your panties aside as he pushes himself in and out of your cunt at a slow, consistent pace. “Fuck, you feel so good.” He moaned eyes shutter tight before he exhaled a sharp breath. “God, you’re clinging to me,” Leon let out a soft chuckle, his lips finding their way to peck on your swollen ones. “Can’t help it... You’re too big. S’all your fault.” You mumbled, eyes dazedly looking up to him as drops of his sweat drips down to your body.
“I know, baby. It’s all my fault.” He cooed to you, his lips coming in contact with your forehead as he leaves a kiss. You didn’t even realise he had picked up his pace, his hips rocking back and forth faster than before as his balls slaps on your ass, filling the room with nothing but the sound of skin slapping and your wanton moans. “You’re taking it so well though, you love getting fucked by your big brother?” You hummed to his question, “Mhm, love gettin’ fucked by you.” You breathed out. Leon can feel his cock throb inside of you, the grip at the back of your knee tightening as his knuckles gradually whitened. The bedframe rocked back and forth, scratching the blue paint off his wall into straight, white lines as it squeaks under the weight of the two of you. You tried so hard not to glance at the picture of Leon and you on his bedside, almost staring back at the both of you with nothing but utter shame.
The two of you had crossed the line you knew you can’t back out from. Not that Leon cared, every logic in his head was thrown out of the window the second you told him to keep going.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, the way you digs your nails into his shoulders made his breath stagger. The friction between both yours and his body sends your mind into a frenzy that you almost, almost, made you miss the sound of the front door being unlocked and the sound of your parents happily chatting downstairs. “Fuck,” That was all Leon had to say to put a small pause on what he was doing, his forehead leaned against your shoulder as he bit his bottom lips back. He stayed silent for a few seconds before he rocks his hips back, taking you by surprise, “Leon, we should—" You parted your lips to speak only for his hand to go over your mouth, “Just be quiet. Be a good girl for me, yeah?" He says. You nodded, letting his hand press against your lips, your eyes shooting wide when his thrusts became more and more fervent as you wrapped your legs around his waist tightly.
Leaning your head back into his pillow, he took the advantage to leave marks all over your neck, nipping your soft skin until it turns into a slightly darker shade from your skin. Leon moves up to your face, giving you a small peck on the lips thru his hand before he let out a low chuckle. Removing his hand from the back of your knees to hold onto your waist while his other hand is over your lips, you can feel he’s getting faster and faster. Leon can feel it, he was getting so close and he can feel you were too with the way your inner walls tightened up around him, sucking him in deeper and deeper as the squelching sounds fills the room. “Can I cum in you, princess? Please, can I?” He begs, keeping his tone hushed as he whispered into your ear, sending the back of your hair stand up.
You frantically nodded, muffling out a small high-pitched ‘yeah’ to him before you glanced at the way his cock pushing in and out of you, glistening with your arousals under his bed lamp as Leon pushed his hips towards you, burying his cock deeper into a rougher pace. A choked scream left your lips when the orgasm comes washing over your body as you shut your eyes close, the grip around his shoulders tightening before your body falls limp under him. A sharp breath left his lips when he feels you finish around him before he quickly did the same, shooting his cum deep inside of you before he removed the hand over your mouth and pressed it against his bed to support himself. His muscles flexed as you watched his cock throb inside of you, spilling his warm seeds into your sensitive cunt before he pulls out from you with a groan. When he finally rides off his high, Leon looked down at the way your panties were scrunched up to the side as they pressed against your inner thigh— he was so eager to fuck you he didn’t even bother to take off your panties. Not that he’s complaining, it keeping his cum from spilling out of you.
“Fuck, baby..." Leon breathed out, a strained laugh falls past his lips before he leaned in to kiss you on the lips and pulled away afterwards. He stared back into your half-lidded stare, your chest heaved as you catches up with your breath. Your lips curled into a small smile when Leon brush the strand of hair off your face, “You should probably go back to your room, princess." He suggested, helping you sit up on his bed. His fingers played with the strap of your panties before he looked back at you, the corner of his lips curled into a playful smirk.
“Keep this on. I want you to go to bed with my cum inside of you. ”
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Home.
Summary: Leon finally arrives home and he craves his love. Mostly smutty to be honest.
Warnings: Swearing, sex, oral sex (male r), dom reader, sub Leon, masturbation, thigh riding, light choking, female reader, no use of Y/N, reader shorter than Leon. Minors do not engage.
Word count: 2.8K.
Author's note: Hi again! First writing of smut for Leon, I don't usually write a dominant reader but gave it a go and will give it a go again in the future! I hope you all enjoy this piece!
Leon slammed the boot of his car shut as he grabbed his duffle bag, slinging it over his shoulder. He took in a long breath as he let his tense shoulders relax, home. It'd been a gruelling mission; Las Plagas, saving the presidents daughter, Ada, Krauser. No matter the amount of training his body always felt sore after a mission, his body starting to come up with the deep bruising that would serve as a reminder of the horrors of Spain for longer than Leon would like.
He dug into his jeans pocket as he made his way up the stairs to his front door, pulling his set of keys from them. He glimpsed at his watch, 4am. He wasn't even that tired, when him and Ashley had been picked up by the helicopter he'd managed to sleep a solid 14 hours after over a day spent awake looking for the presidents daughter. He found his front door key with ease as he placed it into the lock, carefully unlocking it as he quietly made his way through his front door.
He was careful and quiet as he shut and locked the door behind him, he heard a deep growl from the darkness of the kitchen and he smiled, it'd taken him years to train him not to bark instantly when someone entered the house.
"Hey bud." Leon whispered, turning to greet his companion, as soon as Charlie saw his owner, he took off in a sprint towards him. Leon was quick to greet him back, scratching behind his ears as Charlie licked his face. "You been looking after the place for me?" Leon asked as Charlie calmed slowly. "Go back to bed bud, we can play tomorrow." Leon said as he placed a kiss to his dogs nose.
Leon stood to his full height, discarding of his bag quietly in the corner, placing his keys in the cute bowl by the door, Charlie making his way back to his bed as he trudged back off into the darkness. Making his way to the staircase, he was about to carefully place his foot on the bottom step, hoping to avoid the creak that'd developed over the last six months.
"Leon?" He smiled as he heard her voice, god how he'd missed her. He looked up, a goddess staring back down at him and he smiled as he watched her rub the sleep from her eyes, stretching slightly as she came to, her sleep had clearly been interrupted despite how quiet Leon had tried to be.
"You're supposed to be asleep." Leon smiled as he made his way up the stairs, back to his safe haven, his real home. She smiled back at him as she greeted him at the top of the stairs, wrapping her arms around his neck as he pulled her closer, burying his nose into her neck as he inhaled her scent. The scent of her shower gel lingering on her skin and Leon couldn't help but squeeze her that little bit tighter.
"I don't sleep well when you're not here." She said, as she to, tried to hold him tighter, not a space between their bodies as they embraced one another. She was almost the opposite of him, while he was working to eliminate bio terrorism and the horrors that came with it, the violence of it all, she worked in a pet shelter. Her job gentle, calm as she took in homeless animals and made them feel loved, wanted. Leon would never let a soul hurt her, he wouldn't let anyone close enough to harm a hair on her head.
"I missed you." Leon murmured into her skin as he placed a soft kiss to the spot between her neck and shoulder.
"I missed you. Shower?" She asked as she pulled back from him and Leon found himself instantly disappointed that she had. "You stink." She laughed and Leon raised a brow.
"I took a shower before I left work."
"You know their shower gel sucks." She laughed as she gripped his hand, lacing their fingers together as she guided him down the landing. She was right, the DSO may have had shower facilities but they were poor, the shower gel was cheap and the water pressure was horrendous, doing nothing to fix the amount of grime that had built up deep within. It only served the purpose of taking off the surface level scum.
When they reached the bathroom, she let go of his hand, turning the shower on as she adjusted the heat settings, getting it perfect. She turned to him with a smile as she approached him, her hands gripping the hem of his shirt as she lifted, Leon having to bend slightly so she could get it over his head. He heard her sharp intake of breath as she examined his chest.
"Leon," she sighed as her gentle hand traced every bruise that had started to form on his chest, her hand paying close attention to the spot where his plaga had been removed, the machine having left a deep bruise. "What happened?" She looked up at him, nothing but concern in her eyes and he doesn't think he could love her more if he tried. She was always so concerned for him, willing to kiss every scar and bruise, accept him for who is and what he does.
"The usual, the undead, crazy men who want to destroy the planet, you know the drill." Leon tried to gloss over her actual question, how did he tell her that he'd become infected, that he almost unwillingly became part of a cult with an aim to take over the world, that he almost didn't make it home to her?
"No, Leon, this..." she furrowed her brows as she traced over the mark again. "It's darker than the rest, it looks painful."
It was painful, Leon wasn't going to lie, he sighed as he grasped her hand in his, bringing it up to his lips as he placed a soft kiss to the back of it.
"It's over now, it doesn't matter." He reassured her and she nodded slightly, if he wanted to tell her he would, maybe he wasn't ready, she wouldn't push. It'd taken him almost two years to tell her of the horrors of Raccoon City, Leon always said he wanted to protect her from his job, the life he had away from her and she respected that. "Go back to bed, I won't be long."
*****
It was a lie, he found the water so comforting, watching as the last of the dirt and grime made it's way down the plug that he spent almost 45 minutes in the shower. He wrapped his towel around his waist as he brushed his teeth, the steam of the shower fogging up the mirrors and windows in the bathroom.
He dried off, placing his towel in the laundry basket as he made his way into their shared bedroom. He pulled on a pair of boxers before climbing into bed behind her, she was sound asleep, soft breaths leaving her lips and he sighed in content as he wrapped his arms around her, waiting for sleep to consume him, but content with the silence of the room, as he held his woman in his arms. Home.
*****
Leon was unsure what time he finally fell asleep or what time it currently was as he slowly woke from his deep sleep, a proper sleep that he only ever got when he was next to her. She was already awake when he opened his eyes, she'd turned in his embrace to face him.
"It's rude to stare." He laughed and he rolled onto his back, letting out a loud yawn as he stretched his limbs and ruffled his bed hair. She followed, placing her chin on his chest as she looked up at him, lip between her teeth, a look in her eyes he knew all too well, pupils slightly dilated.
"But you're so pretty to look at." She said, a slight batter to her eyelashes. God, this woman would be the death of him. His hand grasped her thigh as she climbed on top of him, resting herself on top of his cock and Leon groaned as he felt how wet she was, the only barrier between them was his boxers. He played with the silk hem of her nightgown.
She leaned down as she peppered kisses on his chest, he groaned as she ground down on him slightly, his grip tightening on her thighs. She took his nipple into her mouth, sucking as she took pleasure in his small whimpers, she may have been a sweetheart outside of the bedroom, but in it? Another woman altogether.
His hands moved to cup her ass as she bit down on his nipple, his low groan filling the bedroom, he ground up, trying to create more friction when she stopped her own grinding. Her hands moving to his chest as she sat up, looking down at him.
"What do you want Leon?"
"You." His voice strained as he tried to control himself, he needed some sort of friction, he needed something.
"What do you want me to do?" She teased as she leant down and captured his lips in hers, pulling his bottom lip between her teeth as she lightly sucked.
"Anything, something." He desperately got out and she laughed.
"So desperate, so needy. My needy little special agent, can't enough of me can you?" Seduction laced her tone as she manoeuvred down him, she pulled her nightgown up and over her head, Leon stopping for a second to admire her beauty. She made short work of his boxers, his cock springing free; stiff, erect and ready for her. She placed her fist around it, moving slowly as she teased him, swiping the pre-cum with her thumb, she looked up, watching as he threw his head back in pleasure, eyes screwed tightly shut as he bit his bottom lip, trying to stay quiet, composed. "C'mon baby, let me hear you."
She took his cock into her mouth, taking him as deep as she could, slowly sliding down him until she felt the back of her throat constrict, trying to accommodate his size. She sighed in pleasure as she heard his whimper, she started then, her head bobbing as she sucked him off. His moans getting louder with each movement which only served to turn her on further.
Her cunt was dripping, she could feel it slowly making its way down her inner thigh. She peered up at him and almost came at the sight, his head was thrashing around as he gripped the bedsheets beside him, knuckles white. She couldn't help herself as she let her hand wander down, sighing as her fingers found her clit.
She continued to rub her clit and take Leon in her mouth, her own moans joining the noise of the bedroom. Leon was close, she could feel it, his thighs beginning to tremble beneath her. She moved herself to straddle one of them and moaned loudly as she began to ride his thigh.
"Holy fuck." Leon moaned as his hand moved from the bedsheet and wound into her hair, she took him as deep as she could, her cheeks hollowing as she readied for his load. "Shit, I'm gonna, I'm gon..." he couldn't finish his sentence as his hot cum shot down her throat, his hands falling limp at his sides as she continued to ride his thigh and swallow every last drop of cum he gave her.
She let go of him with a pop and moved herself so she was straddling his hips again. He looked so beautiful like this, not that he wasn't always beautiful, but when he was a pleasured mess beneath her, chest heaving as he tried to regain himself, she couldn't get enough. His hands came back to grip her thighs, he was completely blissed out by the time he looked back up at her.
"Fuck." He breathed out and she laughed softly as she felt him harden again.
"Someone's eager." She teased and Leon nodded, eyes blown wide with lust. He was always so desperate for her when he got home, once they started he struggled to stop, wanting her everywhere and in anyway she wanted to give herself to him.
"Please." He begged and they both knew what he wanted, what they both wanted. She leant over and grabbed a condom from the nightstand, opening it as she slid it on his dick, he sighed in pleasure again.
She moaned loudly as she slid herself onto him, his hands gripping her thighs harshly, bruises would surely form there. Her cunt stretching to accommodate him, they both sighed in pleasure as she took him whole. She began to move, slowly at first as she wanted this to last as long as possible, she'd missed the feeling of him inside her.
"God." Leon moaned as he threw his head back into the pillow. "So perfect." He praised as he looked up at her again, her mouth parted as she rode him and moans slipped from her. He couldn't help it as he moved a hand up her body, lingering on her cheek for a moment before he stuck two fingers into her mouth.
She groaned in pleasure as she looked down at him, making eye contact as she wrapped her lips around his fingers and sucked, her saliva running down his hand at the action. Leon closed his eyes in utter bliss, everything she did felt amazing, every movement, every touch, the way she looked at him, took control, it drove him over the edge every time. He lost himself in these moments, completely succumbing to her and the pleasure, all thoughts of his job leaving his troubled mind for a short time.
They stayed like that for a while, she moved slowly over him, rolling her hips at a steady pace, his fingers in her mouth. But they both became desperate, a need to get off taking over them both as they became almost feral, he removed his fingers from her mouth and roughly took a breast into his hand, rolling her nipple between his fingers.
She moaned above him which in turn caused him to moan, just watching her was enough for him. Her hips started to roll faster, harder as she ground her clit into his pubic bone and he became a writhing mess beneath her as he desperately clung to her hips now, trying to stay grounded and not finish too soon. She made eye contact with him again and it was a pleasure all in its own for him.
She moved her hand to cup his throat, something they both loved. Despite his job he loved this, he loved to be choked. His breathing restricted as she carefully squeezed in all the right places at all the right times, riding him faster than before if that was possible. He loved that she had this control over him, that for once, he didn't need to be in control, he could let go and allow someone else to lead.
She ground down harder as she chased her own high as she choked the man beneath her. He was gone, lost in his own pleasure as she took him, made him a wreck and all for her. She loved this, Leon was a man who was, physically at the very least, far stronger than she was, but he was putty in her hands and she loved it. It gave her a sense of power, this man had survived horrors, he had grown into a government agent, strong, powerful. Yet, he allowed her all the power and control in the bedroom, he was hers to play with.
"Cum for me Leon." She whispered softly into his ear and he was gone, that was all it took. He shot his load into the condom as he desperately gripped at her hips and ground her down onto him, her own high almost there. She reached hers as soon as Leon harshly rubbed his thumb on her clit, moving in figure eights as he helped her chase her high. Both a moaning and sweaty mess against one another.
The clean up didn't take too long, it never did as the ultimate goal for both of them was a cuddle, he laid on his back as she placed her head on his chest, his fingers tracing lightly down her back as they lay in silence and content. It didn't matter where on this Earth the DSO sent him, this was always his goal. She's his home and he'll always find his way back to her arms. His perfect angel.
"I love you." It was said at the same time by both parties as they laid together in pure bliss and silence, a calm Leon would always need and crave in his whirlwind of a life.
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Leon S. Kennedy Gets Tired of Dancing Around His Feelings for You
Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, fluff, kissing, friends to lovers, confession, sexual tension, quickie, possible pregnancy
A/N: Back on Leon! I mean back writing Leon. But... also wouldn't mind being on him.
Fed up!Leon is very on edge when he goes on a mission with you. You're avoiding his eyes, asking his assistance, avoiding him all together for some reason. He does know the reason actually, it was that kiss you shared with him when you were so happy that he was alive. Ever since then you've been awkward around him.
Fed up!Leon tries to get things back to normal but it's getting more and more difficult to pretend that everything is fine. It's not fine that you can't talk to him for more then a few minutes. And it's definitely not fine that you're on his mind so much that you're the only woman he's been able to jack off to for weeks.
Fed up!Leon goes to the shooting range more and more often lately. He needs to focus on something other then you, and the missions with you. Otherwise he will lose his mind. And of course you were at the range at the same time as he was. Fate always loved screwing him.
Fed up!Leon pushes though the heat of the gun barrel as he moves it down and gets into your face, demanding that you talk to him already. He won't let you get out of here until you do. You look at him too, and during missions it's dangerous. You need to settle this, for your safety and of those around you. That was the excuse he was going with and he will stick with it.
Fed up!Leon kisses you to shut you up when you keep insisting that there's nothing wrong. You're in denial of your own feelings but can you really ignore them when he is right here, giving you, showing you that same love that you wanted for so long? No you can't. You have to kiss him back.
Fed up!Leon pushes you up on a desk and pushes away all the bullets and guns to the side. He doesn't want to waste time anymore, he wants to be yours and for you to be his, he wants to be one with you. Both your pants are down around your ankles by the time his lips leave yours, he wants to hear those whimpers he's been fantasizing about.
Fed up!Leon knows you don't have much time before the next group arrives for shooting practice but he can argue that he's shooting too. He doesn't have the patience to wait until your time is up now that you've kissed him back and are looking at him with so much lust.
Fed up!Leon thrusts his cock into you with so much urgency that you can barely keep up. Your pussy barely has time to tighten before it's pushed open again, his hard cock making you dizzy with how good it feels, your pussy making him dizzy, making him confess to every time he wished he could have fucked you like this and backed away instead.
Fed up!Leon didn't think ahead enough to put on a condom and because of that knows he should pull out but then he would ruin your uniform. Can't do that, then people would know about you taking your relationship to the next level. There would be no end to the teasing you'd both be subjected to.
Fed up!Leon will make sure to take responsibility if you end up pregnant. He's the one who wasn't thinking, but then again you did put him in a leglock. Maybe you were just as sick of dancing around your feelings as he was? He hopes that's the case and if you don't end up pregnant and he becomes baby daddy then he would at least hope that he can become your new boyfriend
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untitled | leon k.
warnings: smut, loss of virginity, female reader, p in v, language, pet names, soft leon, stream of consciousness, short af
had this mashup on repeat, and i just couldn’t move past this imagery. thank you for reading, lovely. ❤️
He fills the space between your fingers with his, gentle and reassuring, rooting you to the mattress.
Molten tears prick the corners of yours eyes, brows knit, lips parted with wet exhalations. He chases your tears with chaste kisses, whispering pillow-soft affirmations through the static of your ears.
Doing so good. Taking me so well. My pretty baby. Stay with me, okay?
He’s a hulking shadow of concern, balanced on muscly arms. Paints a pretty cutout of disheveled locks and startling blue eyes amid the room swathed in moonlight. Radiates a blistering warmth that singes your innards whilst sweat gathers on his temple, drip-dropping onto the ruffled sheets.
Breathlessly, he murmurs, “You alright, sweetheart?” Knows you’re not if the shallowness of your breath is anything to go by. If the wince of your eyes serves as any gauge. But you’re a big girl. Stubborn as all hell, but you manage a nod despite the pain coursing through your nether regions.
His hips stutter as he tries to remain perfectly still. Your thighs shakily wound about his waist, and your heels digging into the divots of his back don’t help matters. But he’s a patient lover. Waited this long to have you. Ravage you. Split you in twain.
What are a few more moments in tortuous bliss?
Through the Gaussian blur of your vision, you know he’s trying his damnedest not to thrust further in. Not to dig a little deeper, spearing you with his delicious girth, dredging the most sinister of sounds from the bowels of your belly.
Your throat rumbles with a pathetic keen as you pulse around the head of his cock, drawing a wet hiss from swollen lips. His forehead finds the curve of your shoulder. He pants there. Fights a battle within, wrapped in the luxury of your womanhood.
“Fuck,” he chuckles, allowing the weight of his torso to anchor yours down. “Keep sucking me in like that, and I won’t be able to last.”
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Dove
Leon Kennedy x fem reader
Thinking of making this a little series, will be a fluff, bit of a slow burn, bodyguard trope?
You aren’t sure how you’d got through the last few hours. Everything’s a blur as you try to think back of the horror that had occurred, now you’re now sat in an unfamiliar chair in an unfamiliar office.
Your right arm is in a sling, shoulder throbbing somewhat from a reset dislocation, broken fingers splintered together on the same arm, medical tape holding a wound closed on your temple, disinfectant swiped across the numerous scrapes, your body aching with developing bruises on your legs, poking out from under your dress, from the fall down the stairs – the fall that apparently ended up saving your life from the unearthly creature that had rampaged through your workplace and tore your co-workers apart.
After being treated by a DSO medic, you’d been escorted by a tall, armed to the gills, annoyingly silent man. He’d confiscated your phone, despite the fact the screen was smashed and wouldn’t turn on, and taken you across the city to the main HQ, ushered up a side entrance into the room you now sat, told you to wait, and left you alone for what felt like hours.
The door eventually opens and a smartly dressed, pretty woman, hair pinned up in a bun and wearing glasses enters, immediately heading to the other side of the desk and taking what you assumed was her seat. A handsome man accompanied her, shaggy brown hair, dressed in cargo pants, fingerless gloves, knife strapped to his thigh, finished off with a leather jacket, a holster poking out from underneath. He gives you a sympathetic once over as he sits down besides you, careful not to brush your knee with his own as he does. Considerate.
“Were you given adequate pain medication?” The lady asks abruptly, beginning to type on her keyboard.
You stare at her a moment – she’s all business. “Er… Yeah. Thanks.” Though you’re sure the two of them have noticed the wince as you shuffled in your seat. The medic had offered you stronger stuff but you’d declined, wanting to keep your wits about you. “Sorry, what’s happening now?”
“I’m Ingrid Hunnigan, this is Agent Kennedy.” She nods to the man opposite her.
“Name’s Leon.” The man besides you offers his hand and you notice he’s adapted for your incapacitated arm, in what will surely result in a very awkward handshake but the gesture is nice. You take it, hoping the tremor in your grip isn’t so painfully obvious.
“Hi. Erm, I’m-”
“Dove.” Hunnigan cuts you off. “I am aware of your identity, but we will be referring to you as Dove.”
“It’s a codename.” Leon explains, a little less business. “For your safety.”
Hunnigan pauses in her typing, hitting backspace slowly as she replies. “Agent Kennedy will be your protection detail until we get this mess squared up.”
Your breath catches in your throat at her choice of word, a sick feeling twisting in your stomach. “Mess? It was a massacre in there-”
“I know. We know.” The agent besides you stresses. “I’m sorry you had to see all that.”
“Am I the only one who…?” You don’t know why you ask.
“I’m afraid so.” Hunnigan replies, a little softer in tone. “We’re going to send you to a safe house. Agent Kennedy will stay with you.”
“O-okay.” You nod, not taking it all in. “You… You think they’d send whatever that thing was after me?”
“That’s what we need time to establish.” Hunnigan replies. “From the CCTV, after the attack, there was a breach on the database. We need to establish how much data they managed to extract, if any. Agent Kennedy will keep you updated as much as he can when he receives any intel.”
She turns more to him then, cutting you out of the conversation. “I’ll send the co-ordinates of the safe house when you’re out of the city. They’re loading up an SUV with supplies for at least a week. If it goes on longer, we’ll arrange a supply drop via another location.”
“That long?” You feel like you’re interrupting.
“Worse case scenario, Dove.” Leon offers you a smile. “I’m sure we’ll have you back home in no time. Did they send you away with any meds?”
“The medic sent in a report – with a treatment plan. It’s in the information pack, prescribed medicine is in with the supplies. Again, enough for a week.” Hunnigan replies. “I’ve arranged clothes too – medic guessed your size for me. We’ll be keeping your phone for now.”
“Why?”
“We can’t allow you to contact anyone – for your safety and theirs.”
Your heart skips a beat at that comment. “Wait… You think I might be behind this, don’t you?”
Hunnigan purses her lips. “It is an avenue we need to explore. There are questions as to why you alone survived. We will be dispatching a team to your residence once the two of you are out of the city to help in our investigation.”
“Again, that’s just protocol.” Leon tries to reassure, but your mind is whirling. “No-one is accusing you of anything, Dove.”
“I… I’ve worked here for years, I passed all the clearance checks. I wouldn’t, I didn’t…”
“As Agent Kennedy said, it’s just protocol. If you have nothing to hide, there is nothing to fear.” Hunnigan resumes tapping away at the keyboard as she talks, pausing as the computer emits a ping. “SUV’s ready. I suggest you two go.”
Leon gets to his feet, once more offering his hand to help you to yours. He smiles, sympathetically, as he takes in your appearance – your face has lost what little colour it had.
“Time to go, Dove. It’ll be all right.”
You want to say no, you feel like you need to stay to plead your innocence, but you catch sight of the gun holstered by his side and the flame of defiance is extinguished. You take his hand, allowing him to pull you to your feet. He places his hand on the small of your back to guide you back through the door and you can’t work out if it should feel like comfort or a threat.
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You felt numb as Leon had escorted you to a large SUV with blacked out windows in an empty carpark. He’d opened the door for you, helped you climb in before hesitating.
“Need a hand with your seatbelt?”
You stare at him for a moment too long.
“Because of your arm, I mean.”
“Oh. Please.”
He leans over you, grabbing the seatbelt and clicking it into place.
“Right. Comfy?”
“Yeah.” You swallow. “Thanks.”
He nods, closes the door behind him – softly, you note, rather than a slam and it’s then you realise that you also can’t see out the windows. He hops up into the front, buckles his own seatbelt and starts the engine, swinging the SUV out of the parking space with ease. You can’t really see anything from where you’re sat, bar the back of his head and it must be deliberate.
“Hopefully it’s not too long of a drive.” He comments. “Had one that was a twelve hours’ away once and we are not allowed to stop for bathroom breaks.”
“Are you allowed to tell me how far away it is when you know?”
“Don’t see why not. Hunnigan will ping it through once we’re clear enough.”
It’s hard to tell how much time has passed when, eventually, the promised ping echoes around the car. You can hear him tap his fingers against something and he hums to himself.
“We’re in luck – about two hours away, Dove. Want some music on? Don’t have any CDs but got the radio.”
Maybe the music will help drown out how loud your heart is thudding in your ears. ”Yeah, sure.”
He fiddles with the dial – sound crackling around the car before it settles on some acoustic tune you don’t recognize. Must be some easy listening station.
“You can nap, if you like.”
“Maybe.” Though you’re not sure how you’ll ever sleep again after today.
The rest of the drive passes in silence, apart from the sound of the radio. You close your eyes a few times, leaning your head back against the seat but the creature seems burned into your retinas, haunting your vision.
“This is us.” Leon breaks the silence as you feel the car turn and he reduces the speed. He switches off the car and unclicks his seatbelt, turning back to face you. “Wait there just a moment, okay?”
“Yeah.”
He smiles, opens his door and hops out, again closing the door softly behind him. What must be a few minutes later, your door opens and he once again offers his hand.
“Ready?
You unclip your seatbelt with your good hand before accepting his outstretched one, helping you step down from the SUV. You’re in a garage now of some sort – spacious enough to fit the car and what looks to be a chest freezer, washer and tumble dryer - the whole room illuminated by an orange bulb.
“So, we said safe house – seems more like a safe bungalow to me. I’ll give you the tour.” He gestures forward towards an open door and you walk forward, once again his hand falling to the small of your back. It leads through to a modest sized kitchen – usual white appliances and opens out into a living room with two couches, a coffee table and an entertainment unit with a television. There are two more doors along the wall, but what really strikes you is how small the windows all are, covered in thick panes of glass.
Bulletproof, you wonder.
“Bathroom’s this one,” he opens the door in demonstration, revealing a typical bathroom, before moving along. “And the bedroom.” It has a double bed, white linen sheets, a wardrobe and dresser. “Your bedroom,” he corrects. “I’ll be on the couch.”
“Oh. Is that comfortable?”
He smiles at your concern. “I’m pretty good at sleeping anywhere, but it looks comfortable enough. Speaking of, it’s pretty late so I think we should call it a night.” He ducks into the bathroom, pulling out a washbag from under the sink and empties the contents on the counter. “Standard toiletries kit to start us off. I’m gonna start bringing in the supplies. Sound good?”
You nod and he heads back towards the garage. You kick off your shoes before you step into the bathroom and close the door, twisting the lock closed. You use the facilities with some difficulty, your first visit since being an arm down, though thankful to be in a dress so as not to battle with trousers. After what some might call a best attempt of washing your hand, you pick up the toothbrush and immediately put it back down in annoyance as you realise you’ll need to deal with the toothpaste first. Thankful for the flip cap, the tube slips from your grip as you squeeze, shooting across the counter and knocking a glass off the counter, sending it smashing to the floor.
“Fu-” The word doesn’t even make it out of your mouth when the door is broken open, slammed against the wall and Leon is stood there, gun raised as you scream.
He scans the room with his eyes, concedes it’s clear and lowers his gun. “What happened? You okay?”
“I… I d-dropped the t-t-toothpaste and smashed the g-glass and…” Your breath catches in your throat again, tears burning in your eyes.
“Hey,” he holsters the gun on his thigh. “Hey, it’s okay, you’re okay. Sorry for scaring you. I thought there was a window in here.”
He looks down at the broken glass that’s exploded over the floor and your sock-clad feet. “Sit down, all right? I’ll clear this up.”
“No, I s-should-”
“I can do it. Just sit, please. I’ll go grab a dustpan – they have one. Not my first safe house.” He soothes, heading off into the kitchen cupboards in search of it.
You sit down on the closed toilet seat lid and wonder bitterly if he’s at more safe houses than his own home. You take the moment to try and settle your breathing, your heart still pounding.
Leon appears at the door once more, grinning as he holds the dustpan and brush aloft in triumph. “Found it.”
He crouches down, beginning to sweep up the glass. You watch in silence as he tackles the floor methodically, making sure to brush along each square of bathroom tile until he seems satisfied with his work.
“There. All done.” He places it to the side and grabs the troublesome toothpaste tube, before standing up to his full height. “So, this was the culprit, huh?”
You nod. “I don’t know what happened - the only difference was the toothbrush being on the counter, so I should be able to do it, just-”
He picks up the toothbrush and squeezes a blob of toothpaste on it. “On the house.” Leon jokes, offering it back to you. You stand up and accept it, hesitantly.
“I kinda feel pathetic.” You admit.
“Dove…” You’re getting a little used to the name now. It sounds nice off his tongue – soft and sweet. “You’ve had a shitty day, give yourself a break.”
“No, I mean, it just feels like you’re my servant or something – sweeping up, squeezing out my toothpaste...”
“To protect and serve’s the motto.” He smiles at your confused look. “I was a cop before I was an agent.”
“And this is the stuff you did as a cop?”
“Yes, alongside the helping old ladies with their groceries, helping ducks cross the street…” He teases, before nodding at the toothbrush in your hand. “I’ll leave you to it.”
After brushing your teeth without further incident and taking a few more moments to compose yourself, you exit the bathroom. Leon’s stood at the kitchen counter, paper bag in hand, looking at pill packets. There’s a couple of duffel bags near the garage door, one unzipped.
“Medical notes say it’s painkiller time, I’m afraid.” He grabs a glass from the cupboard, fills it up with water from the tap and places it down besides two white pills. “They’ve given you some sleeping tablets as well, but that’s up to you.”
“Do they stop you dreaming?”
Leon grimaces at your question. “From personal experience, yeah. No dreams.”
You hold out your hand. “Then I’ll take them.”
He nods, shaking another two pills out of a bottle and into his hand, picking up the other two and drops them in your hand. You open your mouth and throw them in, before accepting the glass of water, swallowing it all down.
“So, er, this is gonna be a little bit awkward, but I don’t know what you prefer to sleep in, obviously, but I’m assuming not that.”
“Oh. Yeah, no.”
“So, I pulled out a couple of things.” He nods towards the bedroom, where you can see some items of clothing laying out on the bed. He’s turned the bedside lamp on, the room softly illuminated in a white glow.
“You really are a safe house pro.”
“Ha, yeah.” He grins, rubbing the back of his head. “I guess my question is, do you need a hand with changing? 100% respectful offer, obviously.”
You nod. “Please.”
“Okay. After you.”
You walk into the bedroom, Leon keeping his distance this time. There’s an oversized t-shirt in the pile, looks like it will reach your knees. You pick it up with your good hand, clutching it close to your chest and turn to face him.
“Can you help with the sling?”
“Yep.” He nods – professional, unstrapping it with ease and removing it gently. “Afraid medic says you need to sleep with the sling for a week.”
“Mm.” You nod, hanging your arm down loose before turning around. “I guess if you could unzip and I’ll…”
“Got it.” He tugs down the zipper of your dress slowly – if it was some other encounter you’d say he was being a tease. He stops as he reaches the small of your back, just above your underwear. “What can I do now?”
Your breath hitches in your throat, but there’s no getting around it now. “Any good at undoing a bra? Professionally.”
“Professionally, yep.” You feel gentle fingers deftly unclasp it with ease.
“I think I’ve got it from now until the sling needs back on, so-”
“Say no more. Just call when you’re ready.”
The door closes behind you and you exhale, trying to compose yourself. It’s more months since a man had helped you out of a dress and this, after everything today and the situation you’re in, unsure if he sees you as victim or villain, shouldn’t be making you feel flustered.
Gingerly, you slip one arm out of the dress, followed by the other, wincing as you do so and allowing it to pool down at your feet. Next comes your bra, and then you gently pull the t-shirt over your head, again flinching as your shoulder smarts.
Decent, or decent enough, you call out. “Leon? I’m ready.”
“Coming in.” He announces, pausing a moment before opening the door and immediately moves to pick up the sling from where he placed it on the bed. “I’ll be as gentle as I can.”
With practiced hands, he positions your arm into the sling, adjusting it carefully and fastening it in place once more. “There. Feel okay?”
“Yeah.” You look him in the eyes then – beautiful, blue eyes, before fighting back a yawn. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He smiles. “That will be the sleeping pills kicking in. I forgot to mention they’re real heavy duty.”
“Mm.” You sit down on the bed then, a little too heavily, before picking up your discarded dress on the floor. “Could you bin this?”
“Of course.” He takes it from you, no question. “Anything else I can do?”
“No. Thank you.”
“You don’t need to keep thanking me, Dove. It’s all right – I told you, part of the job.”
“Still, thank you.” You mumble, head feeling heavy.
“Here,” he pulls back the covers as you scooch yourself back and lean your head back on the pillow, tucking the duvet in over you. “Arm still okay?”
You nod, looking up at him with bleary eyes.
“I swear what happened wasn’t anything to do with me. I swear.”
“Shh,” Leon hushes. “I know.” He feels it in his gut, felt it since the moment he lay eyes on you in Hunnigan’s office. “Maybe tomorrow we’ll hear some updates. But, for now, just sleep. Okay, Dove?”
“Sleep, okay…” You mumble, closing your eyes.
Leon hovers a moment, noting the change in your breathing as the sleeping pills pull you under. He turns off the bedside lamp and leaves the bedroom, quietly, your dress clutched in his hand. He places it in the kitchen bin – there’s an incinerator round the back to erase all trace of their visit, but he’ll do that in the morning.
He makes his way over to the sofa and lies down, not even bothering to remove his boots.
He won’t be sleeping tonight.
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Such a pretty mommy
Summary: Leon comes home and helps relieve his pregnant wife
DI!Leon x F!Reader
CW: MDNI, 18+ only, breeding, milk kink, lactation kink, p in v, fingers
Word Count: 2K
You had managed to start relaxing after receiving the call that you husband had been collected from Alcatraz and was on his way home. The bath water had gone cold, and you had finally stepped out from it with a small pout, wishing that the water had stayed warm for just a little bit longer. With a strained groan you lifted yourself from the tub, being nearly 8 months pregnant had its challenges. Like getting out a bathtub and then trying to dry yourself, you often found yourself wondering why you wanted a child but then your heart would melt when your husband would give you a new fact he'd found in one of those parenting books he’d brought in a hurry to make sure he was ready.
The way his face lit up when you’d go for appointments, or the softness in his eyes every time you brought something new for the nursery and especially the way he spoke in that excited voice when he rattled of names. And even when he had missions he still managed to send you the information he had found, in the form of notes around the house or through poor Ingrid, who he had roped into checking on you when he was away.
As you set yourself to drying off the water on your body, you hadn’t heard the door downstairs open and close, nor the heavy thump of his boots as he took them off. Not even the creak of the stairs as he made his way to you. With you not noticing the homecoming of your husband, you set about trying to soothe some of the aching the pregnancy was causing. One of the reasons you’d taken the warm bath anyway after your midwife had recommended it, she had also recommended just softly massaging the ache in your breasts.
You had brought a soothing oil to help, pouring it onto your hands before gently rubbing your hands over the soft skin, a whine leaving you at the feeling. Leon leant against the bathroom door, watching as his wife’s head leant back and her eyes closed. He moved forward, his hands coming around you to replace your own. You jumped, eyes shooting open before they softened and leant back into his chest. “Welcome home”
He grinned down at you, the pupils of his eyes swallowing the blue as he pressed a kiss to your forehead “Certainly a way to welcome me home, honey” his voice dripped with want, fingers moving to pull gently at your nipples, drawing a gasp from your mouth. “Such a pretty mommy, just let me take care of you”.
Your head leant on his chest as you sunk further into his embrace before he bent to pick you up. Your arms around his neck, you should be surprised at how he could pick you up like nothing when you were heavily pregnant…but you’ve seen the things he’s had to pick up while working. Leon carries you to your bedroom, your attention focused on the way his arms flex and the vein that stands out while he lays you on the bed.
Once he has you placed where he wants, his hands sooth up your legs to your sides and eventually his fingers feather over the soft skin of your breasts. He settles himself above you as he massages at your chest like you were moments ago, his eyes not leaving the way his fingers cause the tissue to dimple or the way your eyes close. Leons attention is taken when he squeezes a little bit too hard and a small amount of milk trails down to drip over the knuckle of his fingers.
“What a waste” his head dips low so he can press his lips to your skin, and your head tilts back with your mouth opening. He trails down to the pebbled nipple of your left breast. You feel his hot and wet tongue lick over the sore area before his lips attach and he suckles gently. Leon groans at the warm liquid dripping into his mouth, eyes closed while his hand continues to massage at your neglected tit.
With the way your husband is angled against you, you’re able to fill the way he quickly fills out against your thigh. You shouldn’t find this as hot as it is. Your bottom lip catches between your teeth as your own hands turn to tangle in the hair at the base of his neck, slightly scratching the scalp. Leon lets your nipple fall from his mouth with a pop, quickly moving to mouth at the other. His hand moved down to hold your hips while his tongue lapped at the milk you so lovingly provided.
“Taste so fucking good, my pretty baby giving me my fill” His hips grind against your thigh, and you don’t want to admit how much all of his actions are affecting you, even as slick drips between your thighs. But his help is working at least, your breasts are still sore, especially with the way his wraps those pretty lips around your nipples just so he can coax more of that sweet warmth down his throat but they’re not as heavy now. “Getting these pretty leaky tits nice and empty, then let gonna empty my balls into you”.
You arch, pressing your tit further into his mouth while your hands press his head down. And your legs spread open, Leons hand on your hip dipping down between to tease at your pussy lips. “You’re gonna be such a pretty mommy” maybe it’s the pregnancy hormones or maybe it’s just him but the teasing has you writhing and whining under him quickly. Leon nips lightly at your tit as you move, his eyes hardening “Keep still, I’m helping you baby”. He quickly goes back to lapping at the wetness leaking from your breasts, his thumb circling at your sensitive bud as you feel middle finger easily slip into your fluttering hole.
Your hands curl almost painfully into his hair as you try to hold still for him. With how soaked you are it’s easy for him to add another finger “So tight, sweetheart, been gone for so long and I still need to work you open” you feel his wedding band glide against your walls and the feeling has you mewling under him with your fingers moving down to scratch at his arms.
“Leon, more please” You tug his biceps, and he starts to pump his fingers in and out of your drippy pussy. His mouth goes back to suckling your nipples, drinking the milk being produced with a low groan. He has you squirming below him while his tongue licks at the hardened buds in time with the fingers that are rocking into you at a slow pace.
Almost too slow. It has you begging him in quick panting breaths, faster, more, please. Leons pulls back from your nipples so he can kiss both of them instead, he nods his head. Knowing exactly what you want and needing it for himself too. He hovers above you, weight on one arm while pushing his trousers and boxers down in a haste. You whine at the sudden empty feeling as his fingers slip out of you. “Shh s’okay, comin right back, gonna make you feel better”.
His hand wraps around the base of his cock so he can guide it to your drippy cunt, he pushes in slowly causing both of you to moan at the feeling as he bottoms out. He sits back on his knees so he can watch your blissed face, and the way your tits start leaking again. One of his hands rubs at the bump you’ve grown with a smile on his face “So pretty, such a pretty baby, all mine”.
His hips rock himself deep into your, the weeping head grinding against the opening of your womb, and he pressed sweet kisses down your neck, his arms moving to hold his weight above you. Trying his hardest not to pin you down like he normally does, not settling his all his weight onto you in the way that has you clenching around him. His eyes watch as your milky tits leak again and he’s quick to lap it up.
His tongue flicks over your nipple soothing the ache in them, and your hands claw at his back while his hips bully his cock into your clenching drippy hole again and again. When your eyes open to look at your husband, your mouth opens with a moan at how blissful he looks, nestled between your breasts while he humps at you, and he mouths at the sweet milk leaking from your nipples. Your thighs shake and tighten around his waist.
Leon moans at the taste and the way your pussy keeps tightening around him, keeping him warm and snug while he gets his fill. He moves between the nipples, milk spilling from your tits and the sight is messy, the white smearing on his face with how sloppy he is at drinking. One of his hands moves to play with the nipple he’s not mouthing at. His fingers tugging and pinching which causes milk to spray and Leon groans diving to lick up the mess he’d made.
“So fuckin good, gonna have to keep you knocked up. Fuck you till it’s spilling so I can have a taste” His fat cock slides into your pussy, stretching you out while he bottoms balls deep, his hips speeding up as he focuses on that familiar feeling of your cunt fluttering around him, and the cute moans and whimpers that he’s drawing out of you.
He fucks into you at an almost brutal pace, nipping at the skin of your breasts until they’re littered with bruises “Pussy just sucking me in baby, she wants it so bad huh? Yeah? Just wants me to keep ‘er plugged up” He presses a hot kiss to your neck before dragging his mouth back down to your tits so he can press his face into them. The milk smearing over his lips while his hips snap into you, hard.
Your drippy walls clamp down onto cock, only causing him to suck on your hard bud roughly so he can eagerly drink up the producing milk. He mumbles praises into your skin, you’re so good, taking him so well, letting him help like this. He pulls out until only the head of his dick stretches the opening of your cunt out, causing you to whine until he ruts his cock back into you and he buries in you until the tip bruises your cervix.
His thick cock stretches you out until all you can do is whimper and squirm beneath him. His pelvis grinds against your clit, and his mouth milks your breasts until your cockdrunk on the way he rubs against that spongy spot. He slows to a rolling grind, his hips slowly humping into you and your thighs tremble as your back arches. You cum with a pitiful whine, gushing around Leon and soaking down to the sheets below you while he continues to suckle.
“That’s it baby, cum on my cock, such a good girl” His hips circle into you, he helps you ride your orgasm as he fucks deep into your cunt and pulls away from your now empty breasts. Your pussy spasms and clenches onto his cock, he groans at the feeling and pushes as far into you as he can while catching your mouth in a messy kiss. You can taste the sweet milk on his mouth while his tongue fucks past your lips until there’s spit drooling down your mouth.
His cock grinds against your clenching walls until he hot ropes of cum spurts from the head of his cock. His thick sticky ropes of cum fill your pussy until it’s dripping out of you. Leon pulls away so the both of you can catch your breath, his heavy pants filling your ears before he pulls out of you. Leon leans back so he can watch the mix of creamy cum and slick drip out of your pulsing hole, his cock kicking again at the sight.
Leon looks up to smile at you, his eyes soft as a hand moves the hair stuck to your forehead and he presses a kiss to your cheek “I missed you”. He lays next to you, other hand gently stroking at the bump of your stomach. “Might need another bath now”.
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Nude painting class
Pairing: RookieRE2!Leon x BustyF!Reader
Summary: You and Leon continue meeting in weird circumstances.
Warning tags: au, written with busty/curvy reader in mind, but anyone can read it, SMUT MINORS DNI, nudity, blowjob (m receiving), mask/hidden identity, cum, nudity, tiny cum play, deep-throat, switch!leon, leon loves your tits, ingrid is my oc
Author's Notes: hiiii! my husband gave the ideia (again) for the second part of traffic stop (spoiler alert: he gave the idea for the third/final part as well and it is THE BOMB!!). HABEMUS smuuuuuut! which i want to remind you all, i am no expert, and i hope to continue improving (since for the final part i will def need it)! hope you have fun reading it!
part 1 | my leon's masterlist
"Nude painting?"
Your friend Ingrid nods her head, excited. You look at yourself: short floral dress, make-up-ready. That wasn't exactly what you had in mind when you came all the way from Raccoon City to celebrate Ingrid's birthday. You came to have fun, get wasted, and end up in some strange man's arms. Not to paint.
"What happened to the Ingrid that loved drinking and partying?" Ingrid simply shrugs, resting against the passenger seat from the rideshare app. Well, it is her birthday, not yours.
"What about you? When are you leaving Racoon City?"
It is your time to shrug now. You decided to stay when Ingrid and most of your friends moved at the end of high school. You never thought of moving away.
"I love you, but Racoon City has nothing in there. It is a small town everyone leaves as soon as they can. What possibly can keep you there?"
A sudden pair of blue eyes crosses your mind, and you feel your face heating up. Ingrid opens a smirk, holding you in the arm.
"Wait, wait, there is someone?" You bite your lips, shaking your head.
"No, there is no one!" Ingrid holds into your arm, pressing you to tell her.
No, there wasn't. You only met Officer Kennedy once and never saw him again. It is not like you were looking hopeful at every police car that passed. Which you weren't. Or wondering if Leon was thinking as much of you as you thought of him.
You try to take Officer Kennedy out of your head for tonight. He is probably five hours away, doing who-knows-what. You are there to have fun.
-x-
Chris crosses his arm, watching Leon walk back and forth, both already dressed in robes. Chris has a malicious smile on his face: he was the one who convinced Leon to do this. Leon needed the money to help pay for his college anyway.
"I swear, you are fine! We are like, what? Five hours away from Racoon City? Who the fuck would see you? And you are going to be wearing a mask anyway!"
Leon knows this. He knows he is very far away from his workplace, yes, he would be wearing a mask to hide his identity. All of that should serve to ease Leon, but it doesn't. He has this strange feeling inside of him, growing since he arrived.
Before they leave their locker area, Leon is handed a black full-face Venetian mask. He has his hair back with gel, making it all spiky. They are taken to the paint room, Chris giving a thumbs up before they enter the main room.
Leon is trying hard not to place his hands in front of his dick when he gets to the room, although he is still technically covered. There are around twenty to thirty women in front of blank canvases, all eyeing them up and down. His job is to pose and maybe walk around. Easy peasy, Chris mentioned, and you don't even have to talk.
Leon lets his eyes glance around the room. Most women are excited, talking with each other. That's when Leon notices a woman he never thought he would see right here, his heart beating fast against his chest. One that has not left his mind since the traffic stop.
Leon could not believe his bad luck.
-x-
Ingrid is vibrating with excitement when the models start to come out. You warn her to ease on the wine, but Ingrid says it is her birthday, so she can do whatever she wants. Your eyes went from the stronger one with dark hair to the leaner blonde one, hair pulled back with gel. Why did you feel like you knew him?
"Can we touch them?" Ingrid interrupts your thoughts, excited.
"We can NOT touch them, Ingrid! Not if you want to get kicked out of here!"
You hear screams and claps around, and when you turn back, they take their underwear off. Well, great you lost the strip tease. Your eyes go from the brown-haired one to the blonde. Well, it seems he was hiding some muscles in there.
Your eyes go down to his abs, and it stops just above his pubic hair. Should you dare to look more? Oh, fuck it. It is Ingrid's party, you are there to have fun, you remind yourself. You look down at his cock, and you gulp, staring at it a little longer than you should.
"Okay, I get the brown-haired one, you get the blonde one," Ingrid whispers, startling you.
Your stare finally crosses with the model, and he is highly interested in you. You immediately look away, cheeks heating up, focusing on your canvas. You grab the first brush and paint you find and start painting.
The following two hours feel long for both you and Leon. You must look to draw your model, but if you had glanced three times during that time, it would have been too much. Ingrid, half drunk by now, kept her eyes focused on him every time he passed. You barely moved, his leg brushing lightly against your back.
"I think he likes you," Ingrid whispers, covering her mouth.
"Ingrid, he does not!"
"He keeps passing here, staring at your tits. I think he is getting hard as well."
"Ingrid, he isn't staring at my tits!" You say more loudly than you should. Ingrid slowly turns away, and when you go back to your side, Blonde's cock is literally inches away from your face. You don't move, paralyzed, analyzing from the corner of your eyes. He has some pubic hair in there, not entirely shaved (which gave him more charm). You watch as it suddenly twitches in your line of vision, making you lick your lips.
You hear a low clearing of the throat, and you look up, a very intense blue eyes staring at you right back. With your cheek heating up, you lock in his gaze, wondering what would happen if you shove his cock down your mouth.
"And class is up! Let's see what you did, people!" The teacher announces, waking you and the model for your trance.
He quickly moves away from you as you stare at your horrible paint, half of what was supposed to be a human body done in there. Ingrid's paint looks much better.
"Hey, yours look good!"
"You can focus more when you aren't flirting with your model!"
"I was NOT flirting!"
-x-
Leon slams the locker door open, frustrated. It is far away from Raccoon City, Chris said, you will be fine, he said. And yes, Leon would have been fine if he didn't find himself in front of the woman who had been pestering his mind for the last couple of months. Leon had lost count of how many times he fapped for you, your boobs on his mouth, your tits around his cock, as you took him in your mouth, your boobs bouncing as you rode him.
"...bathroom? Oh, shit, I am so sorry!"
Of course, it had to be you, lost on your way to the bathroom and entering the model's locker room instead. Blonde has his back turned against the door. You can't see his face, but you notice as he quickly grabs the mask before him in the locker. Your eyes start going down to his jeans pants and the line of his underwear. Neither you nor he move until you mutter, embarrassed.
"I am really, really sorry."
"I don't think it was an accident. You came here looking for something, didn't you?" Leon tries to mask his voice, going deeper. Inside, he is freaking out. What if you run away screaming, pervert? He is a cop, for Christ's sake! He has stopped you in traffic before, this would be so unethical in levels he didn't even know of.
You stay quiet until Leon hears the door closing and being locked. He turns around, and you look timid by the door, looking anywhere but him, rubbing the front of your dress with your hands.
"Come here. Sit." Leon says, pointing to the bench in front of him. Leon is thankful you don't look up as you sit. You would notice his nervousness, even through the mask, his hands shaking.
He first looks at your cleavage, a tiny part of your green bra poking. Leon wants to touch and grope them, feel them against his hands, but he holds himself back. Leon gently grabs your chin to look at him.
"I saw the way you looked at me in that class. I know you want me, don't you?" You nod, forgetting about Ingrid outside or that you could get in trouble for this. Leon opens a smile, but you can't see it. "Then come on. Open your mouth. "
Leon doesn't have to say twice. You open the button of his jeans, pulling down his underwear with your shaky hands, causing it to fall altogether. He is hard already, leaking. You waste no time shoving down your mouth.
"Shit. Fuck. Li-like that," Leon groans. Not even in his wildest dreams he thought he would have your pretty lips around his cock. And it feels much better than he imagined in any of his fantasies.
You start to move your head down Leon's length as you go deep into your throat, and Leon thinks he can't survive much of this. Leon looks down at you, pulling your dress down and your bra up much rougher than he intended to expose your boobs. Surprised, you moan as Leon places his hand on the top of your head, keeping you moving.
Your boobs are finally in his view, and he can't believe it. They are exactly as he remembers. Leon watches you rub your legs against each other when he gropes one of them. He could cum like that.
Leon starts bobbing your head up and down, trying to keep his moan as low as possible. The small locker room is filled with his whimpers, and you know you will never forget about them. He is rough but gentle at the same time, making sure you are not gagging and leaving you space to breathe.
"I am clo-close. So close," Leon stutters, and you think you heard that voice somewhere before. "I want to cum all over your boobs."
You nod, your wetness asking for your attention, but focusing on Leon for now. When Leon thinks he is close, he pulls his dick out of his mouth with a plop, and Leon releases his cum all over your tits and bra. You watch, astonished, as the man in front of cums, moaning loud. The only thing you can properly see is his blue eyes rolling, making sure he covers your boobs with his cum.
When he is done, he looks down at you, his breath noisy against the mask. Leon's breath hitches when he sees your index finger pass on top of his cum and take it to your lips, licking it clean.
Oh, you wanted to kill him.
With a sudden shot of lust into his blood veins, he lifts you up and makes you turn around. On all fours for him, legs spread apart, your hands support themselves in the walls before you. You are soaked, Leon notices, soaked because of him. When Leon places a warm hand against your ass, a sudden knock on the door makes you both jump.
"Hey? Is someone here still?" The voice of the manager of the place sounds curious by the door.
Silence.
You hear the insistent knock, looking at Leon over your shoulder. He lifts his hand up, motioning for you to stay silent.
"Still here," Leon answers.
"Going to lock the building in less than ten minutes, man! Hurry up!"
"I will be out soon!" Leon answers.
The steps start going away, and you suddenly remember Ingrid. Has she even left? With all strength in the world, you straighten up, your hands going to your bag. There were at least three missing calls from her and five text messages wondering where you are. Decided, you start organizing yourself, not even looking at the man before you. You look around for a towel or anything you can clean yourself, and Leon offers you one.
"Thanks." You clean your boobs, deciding what to do about your bra. With a sudden decision, and to make you remind you of him, you take it off, placing it on his hand. You smirk as he stares at you. "So, you can remember tonight. Remember me."
You pull your dress up, and Leon watches as your nipples hard against the fabric. He doesn't want you to go, he wants to touch you more, but Leon occupies himself, pullings his underwear and jeans up. You two stare at each other for a moment before you nod.
"Well. It was nice, mhm fun."
Say something, Leon. Say anything. Don't let her go like that. Leon doesn't say anything, simply watching you leave, a little disappointed, the door closing behind you with a click.
Leon throws the mask away, finally giving a good breath. His forehead is sweaty, and he could barely breathe on that thing. The back against the cold locker calms him. Leon finishes organizing himself, feeling a little sad you didn't recognize him from before. How would he be if he was wearing a mask? Leon didn't want to be recognized. Leon shakes his head, ignoring the sad feelings on his chest. He let himself go too far.
It is time to forget you.
-x-
Ingrid is sitting down by the parking lot alone. You apologize a hundred times, and she is furious, thinking you got killed or kidnapped before she calls the rideshare app. You promise you will pay her back when you see a motorcycle coming out at the side of the building.
The man wears a dark helmet, and you just know by the clothes that this is the model you gave a blowjob. He seems to stop, watching you two alone in the parking lot, his leg on the ground. Again, that familiar feeling is in your chest. He seems to be waiting on something, his stare focused on you and Ingrid. Like he is keeping an eye on you and Ingrid, all alone in that parking lot, late at night.
"Come on, it is here! No more letting you out of my sight tonight!" Ingrid grabs you by the arm. You shot one last look at him before getting into the car.
With a sudden realization and the motorcycle passing fast in the opposite direction, you remember why you felt so familiar: the model had the exact eyes of Officer Leon Kennedy.
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