#leon x reader smut
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❝𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙢 𝙈𝙞𝙡𝙠❝
leon kennedy x fem!reader ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡
ft. Death Island Leon S. Kennedy
wc: 3.409
cw: ddlg, age gap, innocence kink, p in v, riding, creampie, praise kink, rough sex
note: This was supposed to be a drabble but ended up being a rushed fic ૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა writer’s block has me in a chokehold lately, ignore parts that don’t make sense !! i’ll fix those tmrw cuz 3 in the mornin… ͟mdni 18+
The silence in the room is steep, the lack of light even more than so. Wind knocks itself against the window, every tremor making you feel like its aim is to break in. Your heart is racing, your eyes wide and on the lookout for the source of your alarm. Of course, there’s none, but you haven’t really grown out of childish habits. You’ve heard stories after stories about houses being haunted, ghosts residing in each and every corner waiting to pounce on defenseless girls like you, and it’s been stuck to you ever since. Stored inside your head as a core reminder that something’s creeping in the dark.
You’re the ripe age of nineteen, there’s no particular reason for you to believe this still. Fear of the dark should’ve been abandoned when you were twelve - when the failing of classes and smothering glare of teachers vanquished the rest of the worries. At this point, it’s just laughable. Even your stuffed animals are starting to look awfully odd. You look past one shoulder, past the other, detect no strange entities and wash down the dryness in your throat. You’re curled up in a ball, snug like a puppy, hoping to fall asleep like one when something welts your window. Your head snaps towards the sound and you see something flit behind the windowpane, flashing its ominous identity to you. The child inside you screams - you’re quick to comply with it, tossing the blanket off yourself and scampering out of your bedroom like an overgrown puppy.
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You scurry your way downstairs, hand on the railing gathering dust on your fingertips. There’s better lighting here, because Daddy’s fallen asleep with the TV on, snoring to the mumbles of another sitcom you told him about, as if he genuinely watches those. You lower the volume until it’s mute, not daring to turn the TV off because it’s the only source that illuminates the room enough - save for the crescent shimmering moon which didn’t do you much help back in your bedroom. Making your way towards the sofa you observe Leon who's sleeping like a top - head over the back of the couch and mouth tipping agape. You fail to stifle a giggle, but this is no laughing matter, mind you. He promised you, oh, he promised you so many times he’d come and join you in the bed eventually, but he didn’t. “Okay, sweetheart. You go, and I’ll be there soon, yeah? Daddy has some things to finish,” No, Daddy just wants to make an empty promise and fall asleep on the couch. He always does, likes the feel of giving you a heavy heart. Your brows crinkle with lack of guilt when you go to nudge his shoulder. Leon’s a light sleeper, so his eyes burst open like a puppet, old geezer snoring cut short.
“Baby—” His chest rises in a beat, hand clutching your wrist reflexively. He takes a moment to shake the remaining sleep off, tossing his head back and clearing his throat to waken. “You were supposed to be asleep.”
The audacity he has to say that, when you were supposed to be asleep with him, not without him. Ghosts don’t come up to scratch when Daddy’s with you, because you know he’s stronger and that they’ll be put off by his mere presence. “You didn’t go to bed. You lied to me,” the accusation comes down as you sink your nails into his forearm, small flecks of red imprinting onto his skin. “You promised me.”
“Yeah. Yeah— Daddy knows,” His brows furrow. Your antics extort a rumbly groan from his throat, but it isn’t until he glares at you that you let go of him sheepishly. It’s just that you can’t help it while you’re like this. Leon is your only safe zone, but he’s so old he can’t even control when he sleeps. “Well, I thought you’d be a big girl and be asleep by the time I’m back. Guess not, huh?” He chuckles silvery and before you see it he’s propping you over his leg, letting you sit pliant like a marionette with your knees dipping in the gaps, entwining in his legs. You’re not easy to play like one, though - you opt to stay your ground by smacking him on the cheek to which he balefully clutches your wrist. “Don’t go throwin’ hands now.”
“You’re an A-hole.” You say bluntly. He blinks at you as if trying to say how insufferable you are in morse code. “Something— something was behind the window. I think it wanted to break in, and you weren’t here.” You say more like a protest than a distressed denunciation. Leon’s hands come to cradle you, from your back all the way to your scalp, holding you to himself like a baby who can’t support its head yet. He shakes his head, tongue in cheek, so sick of being woken up in the middle of the night because of things so mediocre, but all the more understanding of you. Because you’re his baby. His ray of sunshine. A pretty little thing who makes his day-to-day routines somewhat more endurable. “What, you scared of ghosts now?”
“I’m not!” You say crossly, God forbid your fragile little ego is hurt. “I’m not scared of ‘em, okay? I’m just saying, if someone were to break in, and you weren’t there, it’d be your fault.” It’d also be his fault if you had a nightmare and had no one to lull you back to sleep. Things like this aren’t easily forgivable, you want to tell him, but he already knows.
Leon takes in the scent of your pomade, fingers threading aimlessly through your hair. You can tell he’s not as worried as you are, but maybe that’s because he knows better and you’ll never know as much even if you conjoined the three remaining brain cells in your head. “Well, I promise you sweetheart, no scary monster s’gonna take you while I’m here,” then he bounces you on his knee and you feel your senses liquify. “You know you’re safe with me. You aren’t a dumb girl, are you?”
You shake your head, peeking at him between your lashes. You are a dumb girl but don’t entirely want to be one. It’s funny to see how all your worries dissipate once the honeyed lilt sinks in, putting you into an entirely different mental state. “I was scared,” you murmur. Leon only hushes you, bobbing his knee like consoling a toddler.
“I know, baby. I don’t blame you for it.” His stubble scrapes your cheek and then you’re dipping your face lower, nose brushing over a bared clavicle. Leon smells so good, so falsely evocative and citrusy and paternal. Like a daddy you’ve never had but always wanted, and it has you addicted. “Guess I have to make it up to little missy then, huh?” He stops to look you in the eye, his glare piercing and yet soothing and alluring all at once. Like he’s trying to read you by your expression alone, find out what goes on in that lil’ head of yours that can’t fit more than maybe a few social interactions per day.
You clutch the hem of his shirt and give him all the puppy eyes you’ve got, tilt your head and play dumb like he equally appreciates. “Uhm, yeah?” He cups your cheeks instantaneously, plants a slew of sloppy kisses across your forehead ‘cause cute aggression is real, and he’s more than likely to eat you up if your cheeks don’t deflate. “You owe me big time, idiot,” you pout, “ ‘Cause you never listen to me.”
You’re met with an eye roll and then Leon’s flipping you over so your positions are swapped, you now spread over the couch and him hovering above you. He holds both your hands in one hefty palm and pins them over your sternum, pushes down like he’s trying to submerge you into the cushions. You peep and fend off, even in your sleepy state because you know what comes after he’s fully overpowered you. You’ll scream bloody murder if he starts tickling you. However, to your surprise, he doesn’t. Instead, he shores you up on the couch and slumps beside you with a soft grunt. “Think we can reserve playtime for tomorrow?” He says. After getting you riled up? No, but, matter-of-factly, it’s way past your bedtime. You bat your lashes solemnly, cast your gaze elsewhere. When you think about it, there will be no playtime, really. Because Leon’s always off on business trips - always on the go to fill his devoir while you’re at home rotting away in pink comforters and stroking yourself to sleep. It’s unfair - so, so unfair, how he makes you wait like a puppy, because you’re so entirely co-dependent on him. You fold your arms and clamber to the opposite side of the couch, avert your face to hide the crimson scattering your cheeks. Leon knows this change of air by rote, knows that his pretty princess is upset, and he knows by heart what your doleful puppy eyes look like, even if you try to hide them from him.
“I’m just kiddin’. I had something else in mind, actually,” he coos at you, one hand planting itself on your thigh and parting it from the other. “Daddy would never lie to you, yeah baby?” The wetness across your neck takes you by surprise when Leon seals the gap between you, making you want to shrug off.
“Tickles,” you mew, raising your hand to his face which he swiftly takes hold of and sets down. You don’t object, ‘cause while you may be bratty, Daddy’s wants will never go over your head. Heat uncoils inside your lower stomach and you start rubbing your thighs with need, stealing glances from Leon who’s nipping you with such fervor, you start doubting whether this takes less energy than your regular playtime.
“Thought you’d get away so easily, huh? Not a chance,” the metal clink of the belt has you transfixed when you’ve just started squirming, as you sit stockstill beside Leon. He looks at you with a grin - you sit there with panties soaked from one-sided kissing alone. There’s that tent on his lap, like he gets in the mornings. You try to wet your lips but clamp your tongue when he sucks a hickey onto a velvety patch of skin, tugging his briefs down until the forbidden part springs up and whacks him on the gut. Seeing it makes you shudder, snap your head away so fast as if a bare look will contaminate your innocence.
“Yeah, bunny? That so? Don’t like Mr. Horsey?” He exhales with a sneer - you try not to hyperventilate because of the amount of blood that gushes to your face then. You steal one small peek and turn away again, closing your eyes as if the thing will disappear on its own, making Leon chuckle heartily. “Well, I think Mr. Horsey likes you.”
You’re sure neither you nor Leon imagined your lives would ever lead to this moment. Leon for an entirely different reason, but you due the fact that you’ve been turned down by every partner who failed to break down the nature of this play. You never realized how much it meant to you, though, to be purely virgin. “Um,” you teeter more to the edge, eyes darting to all corners of the room, “I like him too— I don’t know.”
He takes it for granted, moving closer until you feel his breath waver. The glow of the TV strains your eyes, casting a fluorescent light which disguises your blush. Leon sets your hand on his crotch, hums contentedly when your palm lays smoothly on his shaft and your fingers grip. “Yeah,” he says. “He likes it when you play with him, baby.” His hand comes to rest on his side and he lets you take the lead, leaning back and exhaling in a way that screams he’s pent, and you better get stroking.
You palm him to the best effort, watching closely to see if what you’re doing with your hand is good enough. All the jerking off you’d done before was winged, and you never really put your mind to it. Leon gave you a chance to learn to actually please a man, and you can never wait to suck up all the praise you can. “Like this?” Your voice squeaks - you suck the inside of your cheek meekly. Leon nods and lets his eyes fall shut when your hand delivers the wet squelches, pre slicking up the entirety of your palm and leaking through your nimble fingers. There’s the faintest bucking of hips and you see him tense before coming to a halt, restraining himself. You’re so wet it hurts. You need him bucking into you instead, and not holding back.
Leon’s cock oozes generously upon your ministrations and before you know it you’re moving on top to straddle him. Real cowgirl in the making - so excited to have her first ride. He croaks dizziedly, hands hooking behind your knees and helping you up on his lap. You think back to how the Redfields see you two, what they don’t know about you. Maybe the fact that Leon has a college kid for a lapdog isn’t the worst thing that's been happening around here. Maybe that he breeds it on a daily without a pinch of guilt is a fair enough transgression. The waistband of your mini is yanked down when Leon hikes you up on his knee, forcing you to shimmy out of it. He feels up the plush of your pussy, prods through your dampened panties like that doesn’t make you all the more desperate. You’re drooling, practically. If Leon didn’t know any better, he’d stick his fingers down your greedy cunt, but you’ve got to work for it first.
“Come on, baby. Rub yourself on Daddy,” he pulls your panties aside, and you’re so quick to listen. You sink down, hands perched on your ankles until your slippery folds engulf his tip. You’re making quite the mess - to that he toots but otherwise leans back to observe how his princess is willing to fulfill her duty. You buck your hips back and forth, run your nub over his slit repeatedly and whimper like a bitch in heat. When you slide too close to your hole, he slaps your tit, grips your chin between two fingers to give you a warning. This is the root of this whole ordeal - him fucking you to a pulp, turning you into a full crazed nymphomaniac and then leaving like nothing happened. It’s not fair, not fair at all - and the worst part is he’s sure to serve you justice using the same treatment. Fucking you so hard you forget you ever doubted him in the first place.
“Just like that. Good girl,” he murmurs, speaking to you like you’re mentally deficient - which you are. You test your luck by squeezing yourself down, attempting to take him in a little, but Leon’s cock springs like a twig, flaps over you with a wet squelch. You whine.
“Daddy!” you grumble like it’s his fault you failed so miserably. He shakes his head, “You know I spoil you too much,” and with that, Leon jams himself inside until he’s breaching you to the brim. You were wrong for being so hasty - he’ll give you a bitter taste.
Startled, you drape your head over his shoulder and sink your nails into his back. You could feel the jab to your cervix, and while that wasn’t particularly good, the feeling of Leon seating you to the hilt sent you straight to heaven. You haven’t had him since so long - you swore at times you clenched on nothing. Leon fills you so good, God, he fills you better than anyone has ever had, and it drives you mad when he doesn’t. You sit bandy-legged when his arms lock around your shoulders, bringing you up so he can slump you back on his cock. Horsey, right? Chris and Claire wouldn’t see either of you in the same light if they knew.
“You might just be the dirtiest girl, yeah baby?” He groans, and the tone alone is enough to have you gripping. You shake your head, dirty isn’t exactly your most-liked title. “No?” Leon thrusts deep and you jump up with him, hugging him tight for comfort.
“No! ‘m not—” He rocks you on him, does all the work cause you’re a pillow princess even on top. So spoiled, and yet he’s to blame. Maybe you’ll change one day, but so far he hasn’t had the guts to work you for that outcome. “But you woke Daddy up so you could have his cock up that drooly pussy, didn’t you?” he says and the words jab straight into that spot. Leon groans and then you’re moving on your own, sheathing yourself on him over and over until a ring of white gathers around the base of his cock. Now you get it. Now it’s horsey.
“Sorry, Daddy. I missed you so much— sorry,” you recite like a plea, stumbling over your words after a moment, until it’s just unintelligible moans, because Leon’s cock pounds you so good. You lick the sweat off his temple, watch his brows furrow when his hands grip your hips and squeeze impossibly tight, lips catching over yours when your movements grow shaky.
“Sorry— I’m sorry, sorry— Daddy—” Leon shushes you when he begins to thrust in tandem with your wobbly hops, thrusting to a depth you thought was impossible to reach before. You see it flash before you and soon he’s lifting your body, holding you up as he drives relentlessly into your wetness, back arched and nose nuzzling the crook of your neck with sharp primal grunts. Daddy fucks you so good. Daddy pampers you so much. Daddy loves you to the moon and back, and he’s going to give you warm milk to put you to sleep.
“Fuck, baby— You’re a natural. Rode the horsey so good, now it’s Daddy’s turn—” your heart skips a beat when you’re thrown over the coffee table, all the items toppling over with a row of clattering, and Leon being able to dig deeper into you when you thought he’d reached your limit. You throw your legs over his shoulders, your panties begin to tear and the table begins to crack until you’re screaming his name. Fuck. God. The pressure inside you amplifies and then you’re struck by unadulterated bliss, the familiar warmth coating your inner walls which is quick to gush out the seams as Leon gives one last jab to secure the tip against your cervix. His hair is wet and he heaves like a dog, hands still holding you tightly against the table which you fear might collapse any minute now. You shiver - he gives your side a good smack and pulls out of you with a plop, all what he planted inside you oozing out in thick dollops. Not on his watch, though, ‘cause he pushes it back placidly, panting.
“Good enough for today, princess,” he says but you’re already out of it, lashes fluttering as you try to grip onto your consciousness, but Leon knocked all the breath out of you, you’ve expired. You hum, feeling your walls pulse and chest swell in a slow-paced rhythm. It’s like that one time you convinced him you’d be able to handle an all-nighter but fell asleep one hour past midnight. “Well, you set yourself a record,” because it’s just one hour later which is impressive for a little girl like you.
He’ll have to change you into something more comfortable. A miniskirt and knee highs on a winter day? What, were you trying to whore yourself out to the Ghosts? He gets it, you were just asking for it, just wanted to stick your cute ass to get his attention, but sometimes you’re genuinely stupid. His stupid girl. Drunk off Daddy’s milk - he’ll bear that in mind. Sliding his hands under your frail body, he makes the dire mistake of trying to lift you when the coffee table caves in and snatches you with it. Auntie Jill called Daddy a ‘fucking cheapskate’ once when she was over - now you get what she meant.
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LEON KENNEDY (post-re4) x reader
summary — you and leon never thought what would lead to the two of you fucking would be a surprise zombie and an aphrodisiac
note — a little something i had in the drafts for a while. i was gonna post it when re4make came out but i totally forgot. might as well post it while im getting traction on my other leon post ^^
tags — smut, aphrodisiac, basically in public, rough, overstimulation, fem bodied reader, fem implied pet names
i am not responsible for any minors that interact + nsfw below the cut
not proofread
"we're gonna get our asses kicked," you groaned, focusing on the scope of your gun which you used to survey your surroundings.
"no, you're gonna get your ass kicked. i can hold my own," leon shot back, trailing ahead of you.
there was a red wash over the two of you as you ran down the hallway, attempting to look for some vials before they get destroyed by the zombies lurking around.
"you don't happen to know where these serums are, do you?" you questioned, a zombie coming out the shadows only for you to quickly aim and fire your gun at its head, it immediately flying backwards to land lifelessly on the floor. "this is like some bad game of whack-a-mole. except without the hammer. and the moles are zombies. and we could possibly die. i'm getting tired of it."
"do you ever stop talking?" he opened a door, revealing a room with cabinets of liquids and something that looked like a chamber with a glass window.
"adding a bit of fun into this mission, leon. i can't just walk around shooting zombies and not have something to say."
he grunted, and went over to the cabinets, grabbing a container of blue liquid.
"this is it. i'll get all of these, you keep watch." you nodded in acknowledgement, considering the fact that leon was your superior.
you peered out the hallway you had come from, saw that it was clear, and shut the door, locking it.
then you decided to go into the connecting room, just in case something was in there.
the red emergency light was still messing with your eyes, and so you turned on your flashlight, scanning the room.
there were more bottles of substances. but it didn't look like the blue ones leon was getting. these ones were a reddish-pink, and had a certain glow to them. you stepped closer to it to examine it, but you swung around as soon as you heard a growl. you unsheathed the dagger around your waist.
the blade lodged in the zombie's throat, your reaction time saving you as usual. it crumpled over, but bumped into the display, causing the cases to break.
you thought it was a liquid, but it was like you could see the cloud of fumes rise from the broken vials. quickly you put a hand over your mouth and nose and ran out the room, but not before you caught a whiff of the strangely sweet, almost sugary flower smell.
you shut the heavy doors behind you, and let out a gasp of air. leon looked towards you, hurrying over as you fell to your knees.
"hey, you alright? what happened?" he held onto your arms, lifting you up and placing you in an office chair.
"th-there was a zombie. i killed it and it. . . it bumped into these flasks of pink stuff." your hands went to wrap around your stomach, a cramp suddenly appearing.
"pink stuff?" he asked
"yeah," you grimaced with pain. "there was this thing that came out of the broken tubes. it was like a gas or something."
"and how are you feeling right now?"
you felt immensely uncomfortable. there was a cramp in your lower abdomen and it felt like something was dripping out of you. your legs squirmed, not liking the feeling of your wet panties.
"i can-can't explain it." you stammered out. you think you know what were in those things, but you didn't want to make it awkward for you and leon. of course, you've known him since raccoon city, and congratulated him when he came back with the president's daughter. but you knew damn well you guys weren't this close.
even if you desperately wished you were.
"it hurts there?" he gestured to your hand over your abdomen, you nodded.
"it might've been something toxic." he glanced around the room at all the computers, lucky enough to find one that was unlocked.
you heard him type away as you shut your eyes. the pain was becoming excruciating, and you didn't know why you felt your crotch throbbing.
not only that, but your thoughts were bunching up, and you couldn't think straight. what were you here for again?
"hey, i think i know what it is." you felt him nudge you. "but you might not like it."
"i think i know what it is too. doesn't take much thinking to find out." you winced as you shifted in your seat.
he raised an eyebrow. "you know?"
"it's obviously an aphrodisiac. there's no other explanation." you slurred out.
"well, it's not a normal one. normal ones wear off with time, but this one. . . you need something for it to wear off. or you might die."
"die!?" you exclaimed, ignoring the pain of you suddenly standing upright. this definitely cleared your mind. "for fucks sake, leon. i didn't want to die from a fucking drug today!"
he let out a breath of air. "it's easily fixable. but i need you to trust me." his voice got a bit more husky.
"i always trust you, leon." you assured him. he hesitated, and slowly lowered you back down on the seat.
his fingers ghosted over the waistband of your tactical pants. "may i?" he looked up to you. never in a million years would you have thought you'd have leon kennedy under you.
you could already tell what had to be done for you to get rid of this feeling, and you gave him the okay. well, at least you get to have one of your fantasies out the way while also avoiding death from aphrodisiac.
he pulled down your pants, quickly followed by your underwear.
"didn't think to tell me about what was happening down here?" he smirked. "you're so wet."
you whined at the cold air, and urged him to hurry up and stop teasing you.
he followed your request, and instead of inching in his fingers like you'd expected, he immediately latched onto your dripping cunt, and you arched your back.
"leon, fuck!" you moaned out, a hand immediately going to grab a handful of his hair.
he hummed in amusement, leading you to clench your thighs around his head. leon quickly moved his hands to grab your plush thighs and spread them apart, locking them in place no matter how hard you tried to escape it.
it was like he wasn't even thinking about the aphrodisiac. it was all for his and your pleasure, rather than as an extremely awkward and embarrassing task that had to be done. or he was just too good at the job at hand.
every stroke of his tongue had your legs shaking, and you pulled at his hair every time he sucked on your clit too hard. it felt like a few minutes before you felt the buildup of something in your stomach, quickly overshadowing the pain you had previously felt.
"leon, m' gonna-"
his hands left your legs and went straight to your pussy. "make a mess for me, baby," he said as your hips bucked up violently and you let out what was almost a scream.
you panted, and you thought that at this point you'd be satisfied, the pain would be gone, and the two of you could put this all behind you and go on your merry way.
but you were wrong. it was like it got even worse.
your thoughts were scrambled, and all you could think about was the bulge in his pants. and it definitely wasn't his gun.
"why'd you have to do. . . all that?" you stammered out. you also realized he called you baby. your cheeks became even hotter.
"can't get my gloves dirty. and i wanted a taste." he winked. "are you feeling better?"
you shook your head, involuntarily grinding against the seat. maybe if you imagined it was his thigh. . . you wouldn't have to ask him to fuck you senseless. you were already shameless enough, with the fact he had just finished eating you out like his final supper, and the effects of the aphrodisiac were not helping.
just the sound of his voice and his smell was enough to send you into a frenzy.
"do you need some more help?" he began unbuckling his pants.
"yes, need mo' help," you whined. you never thought what would get you into leon s. kennedy's pants would have to be a mystery sex drug in a science lab. if you knew, maybe you would've done this way beforehand.
you almost drooled at how big he was. you would've put your lips right around him at that moment, but he was already lining himself up with you entrance.
"you ready, princess?"
"jus' hurry up," you moved your hips closer to him, sliding the tip inside which caused you to whimper. deciding not to let you suffer any longer, he slammed the rest of his throbbing cock inside of you. with every thrust he did, you were a whining, blabbering mess.
"does that feel good?" he whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. you could tell that the effects of the drug were making you more sensitive.
"s' good leon," you threw your arms around his neck and brought him down for a kiss, which he quickly reciprocated. he was biting on your lips, his tongue occasionally slipping through your lips.
"i fucking love the sounds you make," he got out once the two of you broke away for air. it was like he was feral and had the aphrodisiac himself, pounding into you without giving you time to breathe.
"fuck, leon, don't stop," you could feel tears streaming down your face as your mouth gaped wide open to let out all your noises.
no doubt you were attracting monsters, but that didn't matter when you had this hot man you've been pinning for for years making you dumb on his cock.
he admired the way he had you already clawing for whatever you could grab a hold on, which was his back, and the look that you gave him.
he'd wanted to fuck you for so long, although that developed from him falling in love after the events in raccoon city. you'd kept him sane, believe it or not.
thank god he had this reason to finally have you under him.
"you gonna cum for me, yeah?" he began relentlessly hitting your g-spot, which had you screaming. he left open-mouthed kisses down your neck.
you didn't answer. or well, you couldn't with how he practically fucked the breath out of you.
not receiving an answer, he quickly took you out the chair and placed you on top of the table. you whined as he pulled out, but were quickly shut up by him thrusting inside of you again.
and just when you thought it couldn't get any better, the new angle caused him to almost brush up against your cervix. his hand made its way to your tummy and pressed down on the slight bump, making your hands fly up to cover your mouth.
"hey, pretty girl. i want to hear everything." he persuaded you to place your hands to stabilize yourself on the office desk.
"i-mm, i think i'm gonna make a mess," you warned.
"you gonna come for me? good girl," he praised, and with those words he hungrily pressed his lips to yours, devouring your sounds of ecstasy as you convulsed with your climax.
you started feeling overstimulated, the pain and sensitivity mixing in with the pleasure.
"le-leon, jus' cum in me," you pleaded, feeling your third climax coming already. maybe it was because you were practically intoxicated, or it was because you haven't had sex in so long, but you were almost self-conscious about how short of a time it took for you to cum.
"yeah? you want me to fill you up baby? do i make you feel too good?" a pool of your cum was pooling on the desk.
"yes! wan' you to, wan' you to," you trailed off as he grunted and let out a few soft, low moans, and you felt a warmth seep inside of you.
slowly he pulled out, which still had you twitch, and he looked almost apologetic about that. he searched the place for something to clean you up with, before ripping a piece off an abandoned lab coat, and slowly wiping you up with it. the table on the other hand, required the whole coat to wipe up.
he helped you put your pants back on as you regained and put your thoughts back in order.
"holy shit, we're at least twenty minutes late from meeting up at the extraction point," you checked the watch on your wrist. the two of you scurry to grab all your things as well as what you came here for, and went on your out the building. leon then called chris, who was pissed about the time delay.
as you left, it was strangely silent, as if the two of you had scared the monsters away rather than attract them.
"never thought that'd ever happen," you admitted as the two of you made it outside and to the rendezvous.
"never thought i'd fuck you during a mission in the middle of nowhere." he agreed. "how about dinner later, pretty girl?"
"isn't it a bit late for that?"
"it's never too late to take a lady like you on a fancy date. you deserve it." he shouted as the wind from a helicopter overtook your hearing.
"hmm, i'll think about it!" you grinned, saluting. "nice work out there."
"if that was my real job, i'd be doing it all the time."
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Playing Dangerous
Leon Kennedy x Female Reader
Warnings: Language, smut, p in v (18 and up)
Inspired by this
“Fucking dick!” you shouted, staring at the video, “Fucking asshole!”
You were lounging in your lace (very see-through) nightgown at your boyfriend’s, ex-boyfriend’s, mansion when you saw the secretive video. He was away on a business trip and you were finally off the road from touring. The two of you haven’t seen each other in months, due to your music career and his company being the CEO.
But that didn’t get in the way of your love, at least that’s what you thought. The long phone calls where you would talk for hours and then the calls where you did more than talk, meant nothing to him. All the flowers he sent before each show were there, filling your dressing room with its sickly sweet scent. You should’ve known it was going downhill when he brought his assistant to your lunch date, and you should’ve known something was off from the way she lazily regarded you, how she sat next to him. She walked in a manner as if he were hers. Perhaps at that time, he probably was. Every time you called him from halfway across the country, she was there in bed with him, or sucking him off as he called you his “little singer”.
You throw your phone, staring at the ceiling through blurred eyes, angry that you’re hurting after ignoring the signs. He’s supposed to be coming home late tonight, going to the office to look over some paperwork, but you knew that he was with that bitch. Or, she was with him at the office, being in your bent-over position on his desk. “Fuck,” you say again, thinking of the dinner that you cooked, the cake that you’re baking. Hell, you’re even wearing a new lingerie set, a pretty dark red against your skin. Despite the hurt, you continued watching, seeing him sit her down, and plunge his face in between her legs.
The video ended shortly after, leaving you trying to rationalize why. She was definitely more attractive than you, much happier to lean on him. She definitely tried to see everything from his perspective, but the most damning thing was that she was always there and you weren’t. That alone was all he needed to cheat. Finally, your sadness gave way to anger, eating you like a fire. Slashing tires, and breaking items can only do so much, so you decide to hit him where it hurts. Since he loves her so much, he can live with her.
So, you fell asleep as your cake was baking, causing you to forget about it. As you were sleeping, you felt incredibly warm, waking up to nothing but smoke. You barely made it out, but thank goodness you were there alone. That’s the story you would tell, you decided staring at the flames. Watching them claw at the night sky as if trying to reach for the stars. The sound of sirens made you jump from your seat on the ground. An officer, a young one, jumped out of the car, his eyes widening seeing the flames. He spoke into his radio as he ran over to you, taking you by the waist to lead you away from the fire. From this angle, he looked akin to a puppy, with bright and big ocean eyes, and lips that gave you the softest smile, reassuring you that everything will be fine. His tenderness almost scared you, it felt so foreign, and then you realized why, his features were never that soft with you.
He opened the car door, seating you inside. He placed his jacket over you, “You okay, Miss?”
“Just a little shaken,” you say looking at the fire.
“Okay good,” he gave you a smile that weakened your heart, “Better to be shaken than burned.”
“I’ll be right back,” he began to walk toward the fire, causing you to take his hand.
“Officer ..,” you saw his badge, “Officer Kennedy, it’s dangerous, and no one else was inside, just me.”
He nodded, walking off again to talk on his radio. He then returned to you, his eyes taking your body briefly before he pulled out a small notebook. “Thank you for being concerned,” he says.
“What are you talking about Officer Kennedy?” you asked, pulling his jacket up, it was just so comforting, feeling right on you.
“About the fire,” he smiled, still making you weak, “But danger is my job, I keep people safe. Also, please call me Leon.”
“Okay Leon, I’m y/n l/n,” you say, and when he repeated your name it was heaven itself. Another sure sign that your desires were reaching for the stars like the flames.
He then asked you questions about the fire, when did it start and how? You kept your story, though you felt bad whenever you would meet his angel eyes. He asked you why you were here and if you lived here. You told him that you were cooking for your partner, and seeing his face drop with slouched shoulders wanted you to make it clear that he is now your ex. After the questioning, he leaned against the cop car, staring at the fire, his fingers constantly moving.
The silence allowed you to get another good look at him, noticing his slim yet muscular frame. Blonde-brown hair that was blowing in the wind. You mumbled how you felt so much safer with him and he dropped his head, running his hand through his hair as he mumbled thanks. So cute, you thought feeling your emotions run ahead of you.
You two continued to sit in a comfortable silence, as you played with the ends of your nightgown. As you were doing that, you noticed Leon stealing glances, which you let slide at first, feeling a dangerous spark from those eyes. Then you felt the states become longer and bolder, Leon finally noticing that the nightgown is see-through, revealing the lingerie.
“Is everything okay Leon?” you say, “Oh! My nightgown, I’ll cover it.”
“You don’t have to,” his eyes widened, becoming visibly ill, “I mean it’s up to you. Shit,” he sighs, “It looks nice.
“The nightgown or the lingerie?” you laugh, causing his face to match the flames. Then you got an idea, “Let’s switch places.”
“What do you mean?” he asks.
“My turn to be the officer,” was all you said as you forced him on the seat.
“So, Mr. Kennedy,” you pulled out your phone as if you were an interviewer, “Why did you join the RPD?”
He stared at you smiling as he playfully shook his head, “I knew that I wanted to protect people ever since I was young. I mean in my school years, I always stood up to bullies who were huge compared to me.”
“Quite the hero,” you say, thinking that he’s perfect, “But why this city, this department?”
“I love Raccoon City,” he began, his eyes finally resting on yours, confidence in his voice, “But this city needs work, and I want to help it, and all communities in it,” he chuckled, “I just want to protect innocent people.”
“Including poor damsels like me?” you tease.
At that Leon looked at your body again, now having a better view of you. He swallowed hard, before mumbling yes miss. You could feel him mentally removing the nightgown revealing the lacey lingerie material that shows off your chest. The underwear was just as equally thin, with straps that connected to a lace piece wrapped around your thighs. This was supposed to be for your ex, but maybe Leon will enjoy it instead.
“Do you usually work so late and alone?” you asked, ignoring how his hands were resting over his crotch though your smile was light.
“Um … no. I just started,” he struggled for words, “First night alone .. Fresh from training.”
“Your girl must be worried then,” you say, smile now gone with the realization, that you’ll be no better than your ex, “Sorry for keeping you so late,” you managed to laugh pointing at the fire.
“There’s no girl,” he blurts out, “At least … there isn’t now. Been like that for two years.”
His desire is evident now in those stormy eyes. Giving you the confidence to get closer to him, inches from his face. His lips were so soft up close, and you fought the urge to kiss him right there, “Have you ever thought about dating a singer?” you were closer now, scarcely feeling his breathing, “Would you date a singer officer?”
“I’m guessing you don’t have a partner,” he says and you nod. The air between the two of you is finally clear.
He pulls you onto his lap, shamelessly taking off the nightgown. His stare gave you goosebumps in the fire’s heat and his light kiss on your neck nearly caused you to come undone. “You’re beautiful,” he breathes against your neck.
You shakily breathe his name as he continues to kiss your neck, nipping as he goes lower to your chest. His hands weren’t idle, both finding your chest and kneading your chest, squeezing your nipples, rolling them between his fingers. His lips finally found yours, crashing into you like a hurricane. The feel of his tongue against yours was powerful as you began to become aware of, only concerning yourself with all things Leon. The fire, your ex, everything all faded away by Leon’s hands, by his kiss. It was just him and you, and all you wanted was to fade into him wholly.
You let your hands palm at his pants, clenching around nothing as you felt him getting hard under your fingers. Feeling impatient, you undid the buckles and pulled his boxers down. His cock came out, angry and already leaking, causing your heart to tumble at the sight seeing how large he was.
“Please,” Leon croaked out, and you knew what he wanted, what he needed.
You nodded, causing Leon to move your underwear to the side, exposing your dripping pussy. You then got over him, sinking down. He groaned feeling you around him, his hands digging into your sides. He then smirked, touching the side of your face, and tracing his fingers over your lips, “Are you just going to sit there and look pretty? Or are you going to move that body of yours?”
So, you did as he said causing a beautiful sound to fall from his mouth. As you grind your hips against him, chasing your high by crashing down on him. You threw your head back, feeling him come up and meet you as you crashed down. He hit all the right places, filling you just right by hitting your sweet spot. Your mouth was only able to form his name, repeating it like a sacred prayer. You then looked down at him, causing impossibly more butterflies in your stomach. His eyes were squeezed shut and his mouth was slightly open, whispering jumbled words of praise.
You touched your clit, rubbing desperate circles and feeling the pleasure build up like a bomb. The extra sensation caused you to clench around him even tighter, your name dripping in honey coming from his mouth.
“Le … Leon,” you whined feeling him move your finger.
He placed your finger in his mouth, his tongue swirling over it. He was drunk on your taste, on you, hazy eyes filled with desire. His eyes were dark with it, giving the impression that they did not belong to him. But they focused on you, saw you, and you can swear that you think you’re falling in love. He held you down, rubbing new circles on that same sensitive area, all the while thrusting up. Your moans filled the police car as you grind on his dick, against his finger.
“Leon … Leon more,” you begged, fucking yourself against him, “More please,” the bomb was getting ready to explode. The knot in your stomach coming undone.
He obliged, making the circles on your clit harder, thrusting up into you harder and faster. You became sloppy at first, losing somewhat of a rhythm of grinding into him as your body began to shake, your legs jello. Next thing you knew, a white-hot pleasure erupted in you, engulfing you like a flame as you came on his dick. But he wasn’t done with you. He kept on slamming into your abused hole, the overstimulation causing you to try to get out of his grip but he was too strong. Or, maybe you just didn’t want to leave. Now he was chasing his high, thanking you for being good, for still being tight. You couldn’t think, you couldn’t talk. Your mind was in a haze, dumb off of his cock. You came again, another cry coming from your mouth, which Leon called beautiful.
Leon’s movements began to falter and stutter, signaling that he was close. He sat up, pulling you into a deep kiss as he came, some of it spilling out of you. The two of you finally pulled apart, your pants filling the comfortable silence. You moved some hair that was sticking to his forehead, and he gave another tender kiss, full of promise. He wraps a jacket around you, holding you against him. You don’t know why, or what convicted you to talk. It could’ve been the intimate moment that you shared or his calming heartbeat, but you did. “Do you ever think about her?” you asked, “Do you miss her?”
You felt him shift and tense, but he still held you. “I did think about her a lot. I mean, I saw her as mine, despite us being on and off, I knew that I loved her. So when she left, I was blindsided and angry,” he sighed, “I tried to hate her, but I couldn’t. I did miss her, but … I think I found something better.”
“I was angry,” you confessed, “I lied, Leon. He cheated and I couldn’t think,” you felt tears, “I was so angry, I started the fire. I just wanted him to feel my pain, especially because I did nothing but love him.”
“But this fire didn’t stop my anger,” you say, finally looking at him, “Leon, I don’t want to be angry.”
“Well,” he squeezed your hand, “It’s a good thing that you don’t have to.”
You smiled, feeling safety in his gaze, “But I lied to a cop and committed arson. You can arrest me.”
He caressed the side of your face again, “But you fell asleep, remember?” he says, “You forgot the cake.”
Your eyes widened as you giggled, kissing him, “Of course officer, I was just so sleepy.”
Soon the two of you were standing side by side watching the firefighters put out the remaining flames. They didn’t notice how his hand held yours, how he pulled you close. “I would like to do this again, I mean,” he facepalmed, “I would like to ask you on a date, make it an all-day thing, breakfast, lunch, and dinner,” he smiled, “I want to know my singer more, then after all that we can do this again.”
You kissed his cheek, “I would love that Leon.”
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You, but with your stomach tying itself in knots at the feel of him between your legs.
At the satiny dance of his hair between your fingers whilst he blisters your sternum with kisses. Eyes, steel blue and nebulous like the Milky Way, never leave yours.
A gasp parts your lips when his mouth drags past your navel, slow yet purposeful as it imparts on a journey further south, grazing the line of your panties. He huffs a breath against your clothed center as he works his way down, down, down, littering the fat of your inner thighs with light nips and kisses. His hands slothfully roam over the parts of you his mouth couldn’t conquer until they curve around the bones of your hips, anchoring you to the mattress.
Solar flares of pleasure explode across your skin at the sensation of his nose nudging the space where lip meets thigh, your outer labia plump and spilling beyond the confines of your underwear. You sit up on your elbow to watch through shuttered lashes. A curious little thing, still grasping a fistful of his tresses whilst he tugs the frail fabric to one side, revealing the sticky, hot mess of your cunt to his predatory gaze.
He groans like a man starved, finally blessed with a meal at the ripeness of you. At the sight of your pussy, pretty and pulsating just for him. He licks his lips; sinks his teeth into his plush lower lip, his gaze flickering to yours. A virile hand presses against the meat of your belly, forcing your already arching hips back against the sheets.
He chuckles at your eagerness, a fond smile twitching his lips. “Slow down, baby,” he husks, his voice low like thunder brewing on the horizon. “We got all night, yeah?”
Somehow, the prospect of Leon between your thighs for the rest of the evening invokes a bitten-off sound from your throat and makes your pussy clamp down on itself. At his urging, you relax against the bed, your breath hitching in anticipation of what will come…
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Death Island Leon would definitely hold your back to his chest, completely naked with your legs spread over his thighs. He would use one of his hands to finger you. He’ll stimulate your clit then push two fingers in, watching them disappear inside of you and slowly curling them against that spot that makes your whole body twitch. His other arm though? It would be around your neck in a chokehold as you let out strangled moans. Your eyes would roll back due to the pleasure and the lack of blood to your brain, making you go dumb. And the best part is, is that he would do it in front of a full body mirror, so you could watch yourself getting pleased by him.
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break the bed
fem!readerxre2!leon
tags/warnings: MDNI, nsfw, sub!leon, no use of y/n, mommy kink adjacent?, leon calls reader momma, choking kink, creampie, light bondage
A/N: took a break from my hunterxprey fic to write this bad boy. not too pleased with the last little bit, but i’ll probably go over it and edit it in the next day or so. enjoy!
“C’mon pretty boy, tell me what you want.”
Your eyes blaze a trail down Leon’s naked form, his toned body supine on the bed before you. His arms stretched above him, his wrists tied to the headboard with pretty pink silk rope. Your fingers dance across his skin, a ballet of sensation that has his muscles tightening with each caress.
You move, circling the bed, continuing your feather-light touches to his body with a sly grin pointed in his direction. Leon trembles upon the white sheets, desperate whimpers spilling from his plush mouth as you taunt him. Stopping at the head of the bed, you stroke his face adoringly.
“Speak, baby boy. I want to hear you.”
Leon keens, his arm muscles bulging and flexing as they struggle against the restraints. A thin sheen of sweat covers his lean figure, his hardened cock drooling a puddle of precum on his stomach. His back bows in frustration, and he lets out a frustrated whine as he nuzzles his face into your palm.
“Please momma–want you to t-touch me.”
You would never get over the way Leon’s begging sent a shot of arousal straight to your core. He was always so needy, so pretty. Ocean blue eyes boring into yours, a glimmer of desperation clouding their depths. His lips swollen from the sharp tug of his own teeth, and the bottom one quivers slightly as he pushes it out in a pout.
You hum in response to his request, your thumb trailing gently across the sharp jut of his cheekbone. With a delicate tap to the side of his face, you remove your hand and sit yourself next to him on the bed.
“Good boy,” You purr, smiling down at him knowingly.
A high-pitched moan bursts from Leon’s mouth, your praise sending a shockwave of arousal straight to his cock. His cheeks are a ruddy shade of red, and his breathing is rapid and shallow. His eyelids drooped slightly, his iris heady with his lust for you. His gaze, however cloudy, is still intense as it follows the motion of your hand down toward where he wants you the most.
You lower it down, gently wrapping your delicate fingers around his scorching-hot flesh, causing his hips to rise off the bed, the headboard groaning beneath the strength of his arms as they pull against the rope once more. You chuckle down at him softly, pumping your hand up and down his shaft ever-so-slowly, your thumb purposefully pressing into his frenulum on each upward stroke.
You know what makes Leon tick, what spots to press and tease to make him mindless–drunk with pleasure. With the skillful and practiced ministrations of your hand, it doesn’t take long for you to have him turned into a begging, whining, mess of a man beneath you.
“M-momma, needa–fuck–need t’cum–feels so fucking good–love it when you touch me momma–your hand is so soft–shit–right th-there–hand feels so good on my cock–squeezing me jus’ right–such a perfect momma f’me–oh god–gon’ come–m’gonna come momma–ah!”
You remove your hand suddenly, denying Leon the release for which he was on the precipice for the umpteenth time that night. A sob escapes him, his body thrashing petulantly on the bed. You had teased him within an inch of his life, edging him over and over. He was absolutely dumb with want for you. The sight of his exasperation almost makes you feel remorseful.
“Shh,” you coo at him soothingly. “Don’t you wanna cum in your momma’s pussy, pretty boy?”
Leon sobs again, hot tears now spilling from his cerulean eyes and running in rivulets down his blushing cheeks. He nods his head vigorously, still writhing against his restraints.
“Yes momma, wan’ it. Want it so bad.”
Pleased at the state of mindlessness, you move to straddle his waist, your bare body hovering mere inches above his. His hips buck, his thick cock fighting to meet the warm, wet, and plush mound of your pussy. You pull your hips away from him in a silent warning, giving him a stern look.
“I need you to be a good boy for me Lee, and stay still while I ride you, you got it?”
He bites his lip at your words, his eyelids fluttering with anticipation. He pushes his hips back down onto the bed at your command, and he moans loudly when you press the wet folds of your cunt against the side of his twitching cock.
You can feel the amount of effort that he’s putting into holding himself still for you, his desire to please you, his desire to be a good boy for you overriding his need to thrust up against you.
You place your hands across the expanse of his chest, your nails slightly digging into his soft skin as you begin to rut against him. His breathing stutters beneath your fingertips, and his eyes roll back into his head as he whimpers.
“Please momma–please put my cock inside you–w-wanna cum in you–fuck–wan’ you to bounce on me–want you to cum on my cock–oh shit–wanna be a good boy f’you–wanna fill my momma full of my cum.”
You keen at Leon’s filthy words, throwing your head back in bliss as you continue rubbing your pussy against Leon’s dick.
“Yeah, Lee? You wanna stretch out my pussy with your fat cock–fill me up with your hot cum?”
“Yes, please momma! I’ll make you feel so good–fill you up–make you cum f’me–be your good boy.”
You reached down to grab Leon’s shaft as he spoke, lining his tip up with your entrance. Your eyes connected with his as you began to slide your eager cunt down his length, both of your mouths dropping open in ecstasy.
The bed frame creaks loudly, and your eyes snap up to watch as Leon’s arms pull relentlessly against the ropes. He seems to be putting all his energy into his arms rather than his hips, an effort to remain a still, good boy for you. When you’ve fully sheathed him inside your walls, you let out a shaky breath.
Leon’s dick was big. Not too big, but big enough that you always had to take a moment and allow yourself to accommodate to the stretch of it. Once you had, you began to bounce. Attempting to find a rhythm that hits your sweet spot on every drop down. One of your hands moved to rest on Leon’s chest, while the other wrapped tenderly around his throat.
“You feel so good inside me, pretty boy. I can’t wait to cum around you.”
Leon’s whimpers and whines grew impossibly louder at your words, his desperation to finish inside you reaching its peak. With a strangled sob, he begins to plead with you.
“Momma! Please let me move–I’ll be such a good boy for you–wanna move–wanna fuck you momma–please just let me–please–fuck–I’ll do anything f’you–just lemme move.”
You giggle down at him, your hand tightening around his neck briefly.
“Okay, baby boy. You can move.”
Leon wastes no time in beginning to move his hips once you have given him the all-clear, and he begins to thrust up into your pussy with reckless abandon. The suddenness of the motion causes you to have to use the hand you have on his throat for balance, squeezing his airway off even more.
This only spurs Leon on, a garbled groan leaving him as he pistons his hips into you harder and faster. A strangled gasp leaves you as a resounding crack echoes throughout the room. The world tilts, and suddenly you are on your back, Leon’s still tied hands resting on your chest as he continues fucking into your squelching pussy.
“Fuck momma–gonna fuck you so deep–bury my cock in you–such a pretty momma–pussy’s gripping my cock like a vice–gonna make you cum–shit–gonna make you scream f’me momma–just wait.”
Leon had broken the headboard from all his tugging and thrashing, leaving his hands tied but allowing him to flip you over and take control of the situation. Your pussy throbbed at this, the sheer strength of the man above you hurtling you towards your orgasm.
With a loud yelp of his name, you spasm around Leon’s cock, your orgasm hitting you in full-force. Leon continues thrusting into you, muttering dirty words of praise in your ear as he chases his own high. His thrusts begin to get sloppy and erratic, and with a final push deep into you, he comes with a cry.
Leon collapses on top of you for a moment before rolling off and laughing.
“Guess I gotta buy us a new headboard, huh?”
You roll over on your side to meet his eyes with a smile, your hands moving to untie his bound wrists.
“Yeah. You do.”
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— dangerous | leon kennedy
pairings: leon x afab reader
warnings: smut, power dynamic, secret relationship, oral (m receiving), mean leon, aggressive, degrading, a little praise, slapping, head pusher :0, hair pulling
synopsis: Unsolved tension gets solved— under his desk
wc: 600+
note: just a silly little drabble 😛 (half ass proof read lol)
── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──
Dangerous/ adjective: likely to cause problems or to have adverse consequences.
Dangerous is exactly what your relationship with Leon was. He was a dangerous man and you were playing a dangerous game.
The soft touches and glances you gave him fueled a deep desire within him. You were an assistant and he was your boss. There should've been nothing going on but strictly work, but pleasure crept its way in.
You wanted Leon from the very start but you would never plunge into the deep end without testing the waters first. It all started with you dropping your papers and Leon came over to help and you saw his rolled-up sleeves showing his veins, causing butterflies to bloom in your stomach.
In turn, Leon got a full shot of you looking messy, slightly sweaty, and a little bit of your cleavage. Not that he’d mind or complain though.
What he would complain about is how you pretend to be innocent as you made moves on him. Dropping your pen whenever he’s near and you’d bend over to pick it up, showing your ass through your tight pencil skirt. Or how it would suddenly get hot so you’d unbutton your work blouse and fan yourself when he was in earshot.
A very dangerous game you’d play, but Leon would be your player 2. Showing off his arms whenever he got the chance, picking heavy things up for you— showcasing his veins and muscles. Or whenever he passed by you, touching your waist and lower back sending shivers down your back.
You liked it but wanted to have the last turn, you’d get back at him of course. Giving him fuck me eyes, touching his arm as you passed. Or fix your bra when he was looking, you ‘developed’ a habit of having a sweet snack, sucking on lollipops— cherry flavored.
You kept a bag in your desk and without fail you’d always have your lips wrapped around one whenever Leon was near.
Leon noticed this right away and daydreamed about your lips being somewhere else, and that’s exactly what became reality.
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Underneath his desk, drool dripping, your mascara being long ruined, and lipstick smeared and formed a ring around his cock. “So fuckin’ good” he breathed out fingers entangled in your messy hair. You hummed and bobbed your head using your tongue to cover your bottom teeth.
Leon groaned and pulled you by the hair pressing you further down on his cock. You gagged and tried to pull away but your face was met with his palm. You were taken aback as you felt the burn on your cheek and your eyes watered but so did your cunt, “don’t fucking move slut” Leon said wiping away your tears.
You nodded and kept bobbing your head making his dick more wet than it already was. “That’s good— fuck yeah, make it sloppy” he chuckled and you felt a wave of confidence. You wrapped both hands around him and pumped them while paying attention to the tip, he immediately bit his lip hard and gripped the sides of his chair.
You felt your panties dripping and your knees aching but the sound of Leon's moans was the perfect distraction. Leon twitched in your mouth and you knew he was close, you hummed and started twisting your hands as you pumped.
Leon grabbed your head and moaned your name like a prayer before he forced you down— hands abandoning his dick and holding onto his thighs for dear life and nose pressed into his pelvis as he came down your throat.
“Better than that lollipop huh?”
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Sobriety - DILF! Leon Kennedy x female!Reader
Word Count: 4k
PART 2
MINORS DNI! 18+
Warnings! Mentions of Alcoholism, Masturbation, Pillow Riding, Sex, Praise Kink, Age-Gap relationship, Depressive themes.
Others: No use of Y/N, After-Care, Leon being unable to take hints.
(Loosely based on a JAI bot by BBSUSHI)
Another night. Another bottle. Or two. Or more.
The same old routine for Leon Kennedy. Sure- he knew his liver would be fucked at some point. Though, he didn’t give a shit after everything. It was either die from excessive drinking or get killed by some mutated B.O.W. from hell- another frightening creature to add to his collection of nightmares.
Leon groaned- trying to not think about any of it- after all- that’s what the liquor was supposed to be doing. He was currently sprawled lazily on his chair, the TV playing some crappy rerun of a show he didn’t even watch- just had on for the background noise and company- until… there was a knock.
Who the fuck is bothering at this hour?
He had grumbled to himself, swaying as he stood up. It took everything in him not to crash into the glass coffee table or any other delicate furniture. He reached for his gun, tucked into a drawer of the entrance table. He squinted, blurred vision through the peephole, but couldn’t see straight enough to tell who it was.
His mind raced with thoughts. Maybe it was someone from Umbrella come to finally kill him- or maybe Claire and Chris wanting to drag him to another bullshit AA meeting. Or maybe a fellow agent coming to tell him he’s needed for one more grueling, back breaking mission.
He pushed any morbid thoughts aside- hand undoing the chain on the door and fumbling for the door in record time- swinging it open with the gun pressed to the other side just in case- which might be a terrible idea while plastered, but whatever.
“What the hell do you wan-“ he started, his voice catching in his throat. Stood in front of him was a young woman- probably young enough to be his daughter- if he had ever been able to have children. He lowered the gun from its place- storing it into the back of his sweatpant’s waistband for now.
The girl was pretty- no- more than just pretty, gorgeous even. He shook his head, mumbling what sounded like a possible drunken apology.
You, however, spoke up loud and clear-but equally apologetic in nature.
“I’m so sorry- I just moved in and I figured I’d go around introducing myself to my neighbors. I’m throwing a little moving-in-celebration tomorrow and wanted to invite everyone on this floor.”
Leon raised an eyebrow, scoffing.
“A celebration, huh? Look- don’t you know how dangerous it is inviting strangers into your home?...” he muttered- his tone rude from him being hammered and -too stubborn to apologize for the drunken outburst when he had answered the door moments ago. He would blame this on his raging migraine later.
You crossed your arms, a little defensive but able to tell whatever he had going on was letting his frustration take over. You were perceptive enough to know that much- along with the fragrant smell of whiskey emanating from him.
“Well- sure. If you’d like to be pessimistic, I guess. Either way.. you’re welcome to come. It’s apartment G7. Show up any time from five o’clock to around seven’ish.” You were swift to turn on your heel- leaving him without a retort. He bit his tongue, closing the door. Hard. It made him angry- of course he was pessimistic. Most people would be too if they dealt with half the shit that he had, but he decided he wouldn’t possibly expect some oblivious young person to know that.
He slumped back onto his chair, tossing the gun from his waistband aside and grumbling.
The next afternoon, he woke up in a sweaty pool as usual- night terrors along with the tossing and turning were to blame.
His mind came to- a drunken haze flooding into his consciousness from the night before. He was feeling his much nicer self now- regretting the encounter from last night. Your pretty face. Your invitation. Shit. He didn’t even know if he remembered what apartment number you had told him. Whatever- he could figure that out on his own.
Fucking idiot. He told himself, climbing from the sheets and uncoordinatedly walking to the bathroom- disoriented. Once inside, he planted his hands on the edge of the sink for support- looking in the mirror.
Crows feet. Laugh lines. A few grey strands in his brown hair- which was once a shimmering blonde…
He started to wonder when the fuck he began looking like this- and why the hell you would still be nice to someone as old and grumpy as him- even after he decided to be an ass. Thinking about your face- beautiful and youthful… brought him back to his own for a moment.
Save it. No chick wants a middle aged alcoholic in their life. Not one that looks like.. this. Or has more baggage than an airport.
Either way- part of him wanted to not show up to your little rendezvous- but the other decided he would probably regret it more. He needed to get out of the house and stop ruining his reputation in the building. After all- people were tired of hearing his drunken stumbling in the apartment- and maintenance was tired of coming to fix holes in the wall- amongst other broken things. Hell, the only reason he hasn’t been fucked out of his lease is because of his job’s connections. But maybe- just maybe- showing up would salvage something.
Leon runs a calloused hand over his stubble, debating on whether or not he should shave.
What’s the point- I look fucking old either way.
He skips the maintenance- deciding he’ll get to it for a special occasion. Whether it’s an important, work-related meeting or a dinner at the White House.
After a lengthy shower- where he ran out his hot water from standing and sulking- he decided to skip the bottle today. The last thing he needed was to show up to this little ‘get together’ drunk and make a scene- being the unstable, quick-to-anger type of drunk.
Seeing as how it’s already 3 in the afternoon, Leon went ahead and dressed himself. Blue button down. Jeans. Leather jacket. Boots. Not much different from what he’d wear every day- but he put just a hint more effort into it today- given the spritz of cologne and freshly showered state. Eventually- it’s a little past five. Leon somehow remembered that you didn’t give a specific time- only a few hours of a frame. He stepped into the floor’s hallway, immediately hearing chatter and banter of all kinds from the left side of the hallway.
He sucked in a breath, making his way to where the commotion emanated, and firmly knocking on the door.
Why the fuck did I show up, I shouldn’t have-
The door swung open- your face quickly lighting up as you saw he had made it.
“Hey, neighbor. Glad you decided to show up.” You beamed, opening the door a little wider.
Jesus Christ, her smile. I can’t remember the last time anyone had that reaction to seeing me. Whatever- it’s only formality.
Leon wanted to smile back- but the insecurity returned- leaving him to give a half-assed smile, nodding, and stepping inside.
There were a good few other people inside- chatting and snacking on the few trays of food you had set out, surely enjoying themselves. Your apartment was nice, clean cut, yet already so lived in despite you having just moved in.
“Can I get you anything?” You asked- breaking him from his observations.
“Uh- yeah. Just some water.” He acknowledged you- his nerves kicking in from being around so many strangers at once.
You smiled again, making something stir in his chest. You went over to the small kitchen and grabbed a cold bottle of water from the fridge- the condensation sweating off in your palm. As you handed it to him- your fingers brushed- not going unnoticed by Leon.
Is she doing this shit on purpose or…- no, stop. This is normal human interaction. You haven’t been to a true social gathering in so long.
“Sooo… do you have a name? Or should I call you mister Pessimistic?” You teased- referring to what you had said the previous night. Before Leon could even say anything to defend himself- you put your hands up.
“I wanted to apologize, though. I don’t mean to make assumptions but it seems like something else had been bothering you- so I just wanted to clear that up. No hard feelings?” You gave a pressed, dimpled smile- extending your hand. Leon hesitantly took it with a protected, cautious look glazing his face- which slowly crept into a returned smile.
“Leon.” He finally answered.
You gave him your name, inviting him to come join you and the others in the living room. He looked around- recognizing a few faces- some of which had made noise complaints on him before.
Great.
He took a seat on your couch- his largeness taking up a good portion. He listened to the few conversations- sipping the water bottle and quenching his dehydration- mostly due to this being the first day in weeks he had gone without drinking for even a few hours.
Yippee. I can already feel the eyes on me.
In his mind, he already knew everyone that did know him, even a little, only saw him as an alcoholic that made too much noise and would be gone for weeks at a time with no explanation- which made him even more off putting to them. His nerves were eating away at him.
Then you sat next to him.
Now, his jitters were worse. Or somehow not there at all. He couldn’t tell, but despite you being a complete knock-out that made him a mess, he was comforted by your presence. You had invited him here and still treated him like a person- despite the way he acted towards you previously.
As you turned to say something to one of the other tenants and gave a laugh at something they said, you had shifted- your thigh brushing Leon’s clothed one. He held his water bottle with both hands- trying to distract himself from the spinning room right now.
“Leon?” You snapped him from his unnerved state- that same, damned smile on your face. Part of him wished you’d stop looking at him like that and hate him like everyone else. It was simpler that way. But no- it just couldn’t be that simple, could it?
He cleared his throat.
“Yeah?” He asked, focused on your face enough to seem like he hadn’t been both panicking and trying to suppress any other emotions- some of which he’d deal with later.
Holy shit, control yourself.
“I was just asking what kind of music you like.” You preened yourself for a moment- checking your hair with your hands and straightening out the front of your dress with your palms.
“Oh- uh. Rock.” He nodded- an answer you definitely expected.
“Cool. I figured.”
“Any particular reason, or…?” He trailed off- failing to realize he had a half smirk on his face.
“You’ll see.” You beamed, nonchalant.
“Okay- that’s not ominous at all.” He chuckled.
The rest of the party went by- Leon being dragged into conversations with fellow tenants and surprisingly- with your help- it salvaged some reputation. Or so he hoped.
After burning out his thin social meter- and most everyone else leaving due to their 9-5s- Leon called it quits too- lingering as long as possible.
You opened the door- gesturing for him out.
“I had a good time, Leon. Maybe come by again?” You invited. He was shocked that you actually enjoyed his company.
She’s just being polite. or maybe not. I’m bad at signals.
“Uh- sure. Thanks again for inviting me.” He muttered as he was caught off guard.
Leon shuffled back to his apartment- for once, disappointed to be home- yet relieved. His boots came off, being hastily kicked by the door before he headed to the bedroom, peeling his clothing off down to his boxers and climbing in.
8:14 pm his digital clock read.
A little early, but…
He released a shaky breath, his hand ghosting over his abs and down to his boxers- freeing his cock. The cool air only heightened how badly he needed to jerk off right now.
Fuck. He can’t remember the last time he had gotten this hard.
He grabbed some bedside lotion- stroking his cock slowly to start off. He told himself he was just horny and that it had been a while- that’s all. But it wasn’t true. You came into his mind- your eyes batting at him, the way your bare thigh brushed again his clothed one- yet somehow still arousing him. Holy fuck, he felt like a pervert. Though, thinking back about it now- he understood you were flirting. If he didn’t need to cum so bad, he’d have hit himself for not realizing. There were always other chances- anyways.
After eventually cumming all over his toned stomach- a surprising, pent up amount- he showered, shaved, and got back into bed- exhausted now that it was 9:30. Not drinking was a surprisingly good way to get to bed on time.
About two months went by- Leon’s busy schedule having him work in office at the D.S.O..
And no more deadly missions…yet. This workload consisted of him showing up late- coffee in hand and very rarely now- hungover. Chris got on his ass twice before giving it a temporary rest.
Though- the one good thing to happen was becoming friends with you- not exactly the most tight-knit but you both did spend some quality time together here and there- occasionally exchanging a phone call or a text. You even gifted him Rock CDs from time to time, being the reason you asked about his music taste. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t jam out to them on the way to work now.
The thing was.. you’re bubbly, full of energy. Young. Everything he was at one point. He loved seeing that in other people- giving him more of a reason to keep up his work- saving lives and giving others a chance at happiness and freedom. This was the first time he had seen this in a good light.
Leon had gotten home, throwing his keys and files onto the countertop. Right as he went to sit down- his phone buzzed loudly in his pocket, making him groan.
Please don’t be work, Please don’t be work. Please don’t be work.
It was you. He scrambled for the bright green button to answer you, putting the phone to his ear.
“Leon speaking.” He said flatly- trying to play cool.
“Heyyyy. You’re not busy are you?” You dragged the words, cautious not to weird him out. But if he was being honest with himself- there’s no way you could do that.
“Nope… why?” He asked, still not bothering to sit down yet.
“Well- I was wondering if you wanted to come over for a movie night or something..?” You sucked in a breath quietly- awaiting his answer.
Leon equally panicked- it being so long since a woman invited him to do anything- let alone showed him interest. He replied.
“Sure. Sounds good to me.”
Perfect. Not desperate.
You smiled.
“Cool. Just come over whenever. Door is unlocked.”
“Mhm.” He nervously mumbled, ending the call.
Yeah. Maybe he had panicked for a moment there. No worries, he still had to show up and screw up the rest before he could call it quits. After all, it was the first time you had invited him over to your place- at least for something this intimate anyways. He grabbed his keys again, heading out and to your apartment. He hated entering without permission- but he did have permission. So now he felt even more.. conflicted. He gripped the handle, letting himself in and closing the door. You were on the couch, remote in hand with a bowl of popcorn on the table- two glasses of whiskey poured.
Fuck me.
A pretty girl and alcohol would not mix well with Leon. What so fucking ever. He put his hand up in gesture.
“Hey- so what amazing movie did you have in mind?” He asked- avoiding the topic of alcohol being present.
“Hmm… how about you help me pick?” You hummed- Leon standing awkwardly. He was too lost looking you over. Your tanktop. Your shorts. Your exposed legs, the tops of your breasts framed by the tank tops hem.
Stop it.
Again, this has to be on purpose.
No- she probably thinks you’re a creepy old fuck.
Wait- then why would she invite me over?
“You can sit down- you know? I know you like whiskey- so I figured maybe you’d want some to unwind. After all- I did interrupt your relaxation time.” You knew what time he got off of work- feeling slight guilt but also wanting to be around him.
“Right-“ Leon nodded as he sat in the comfy, plush chair adjacent to the couch- leaning forward to grab the whiskey in his hand- the glass material cool against his palm. As he took a sip- his eyes momentarily fixed on you while you had joined in on tending to your own glass.
“Didn’t know young people enjoyed whiskey. Just thought that was something old farts like me drank.” He chuckled.
A smile crawled onto your lips- the tipsy-ness entering your system already.
“Uh… I don’t. Just thought it was a nice gesture.” You said playfully- hinting that this was solely for him. Your face was tinged with a very subtle pink, your own body loose and not in sync with your brain as the alcohol slowly crept into your veins.
“Woah- don’t go getting plastered now. That’s my job.” He joked- his usual, non-depressed demeanor was showing through more and more. Though- he, for some reason, felt fucking nervous.
Leon could barely feel his own buzz- the more recent lack of raging alcoholism letting his tolerance lower back down. Which was a downside right now.
The two of you had agreed on some more-than-likely shitty horror movie, you getting up to turn off the lights and sitting back in your spot. You both laughed, talking about the poorly done effects amongst other things. Leon was safe- you were sitting far away. Surely it would all be fine.
Then a scene came on. Sexual, of course. Some girl on top of a guy, their naked bodies sweaty as she rode him. Leon- naturally didn’t think of anything but how awkward it was to watch this with someone else- but you however, decided to speak, the alcohol clearly breaking a barrier here.
“You know- I never understood how girls did that.”
His eyebrow raised and his eyes shot over to you.
“Uh, forgive me… but do what, exactly?”
You giggled- the sound reverberating in Leon’s eardrums and his chest, making him want to lose composure.
“You know- ride dick or whatever.” You again giggled- moving to straddle your pricey throw pillow. You weren’t drunk- but definitely letting loose…
Oh fuck. Is all his brain could muster as his fingers tightened on his glass.
No fucking way.
You shifted your hips- more awkward with an audience watching.
“Okay- would you say… like this?” You asked- your voice sprinkled with confidence and nervousness at the same time.
Leon leaned forward, setting his glass down.
Jesus Christ. Okay.
“I- uh… are you asking for pointers?” He chuckled- not wanting to be creepy- but mostly showing restraint because god knows he didn’t need to feel even hornier than he did right now.
Is this how young women flirt or am I seeing into this too much?
“Yes.” You said, dragging out the e- as if to sound like it was obvious that you did indeed want pointers.
Before he did anything else- Leon picked the glass back up- downing the rest of his whiskey quickly and setting it on the coffee table again. He’d regret chugging it later- he was sure.
He stood, walking a little closer to the couch.
“I- uh… how exactly do you want me to give you tips here?” He asked, letting out that low chuckle again.
You chortled- shaking your head.
“Hands, words, whatever you feel like.” You said, boldly but with a hint of something else. He just couldn’t tell what, yet.
“Okay…got it. What are friends for, after all…” he muttered- sinking to his knees by the couch- his hands reaching out to rest on the small of your back and the other on your stomach.
“First things first- relax. You're a little stiff and nervous.”
Not exactly that easy with a dilf having his hands on you- but sure. You thought sarcastically. But still- you tried to loosen up.
“Here- rock slowly- and try using your knees for most of the work. Like lifting yourself and lowering- you know?”
God- fucking kill me now. He couldn’t even function- his words probably not making sense with how hard his dick is right now.
“And arch your back a little.” He continued- sucking in a breath. You bit your lip- wanting to just pounce on him already- but you held back. It was nearly impossible with the words he was saying.
Leon watched your movements- knowing this wouldn’t end at a simple, weirdly sexual and ‘friendly’ lesson. No.
“Christ- maybe… you wanna help me practice?” You mutter- hair in your face.
“Isn’t that what we’re doing already?” He asked- the whiskey and horniness clouding his cognitive function.
“No-“ you laugh, shifting to sit up straight.
“I mean on you.”
He was dumbfounded for a moment- like characters in a cartoon when they get smacked with a frying pan. He could swear his head might have spun, too.
“I-…” he started, before you interrupted.
“No- I’m so sorry. You probably think I’m being weird and tipsy- coming onto you like this.
Leon shook his head- his bangs brushing across his face for a moment.
“That’s not it at all- I’ve just been holding back. I’m old. And don’t want you to think I’m some pervert.” He finally manages- spilling his vulnerability across the room. To you- it explains why he’s downplayed your subtle advances for the last few months.
You smile- shifting off of the pillow now.
“I find your age sexy.”
“Yeah- but the gray hairs, the wrinkles, the-“
You stop him, a firm ‘Nuh, uh.’
“Again- all of it’s attractive.”
Leon wastes no time getting up off his knees- kicking his boots aside and settling onto the couch. He pats his lap- gliding a hand over his clothed thigh. You grin- settling into his lap- and Christ, you can feel his cock harder than diamond through his jeans.
“All for you..” he mumbles- tracing his hands along your waist. You lean in slow, your lips touching and alcohol scented breaths mixing. All he can think about now is how soft your lips are- and the way you taste. Yeah, he’s fucking hooked.
And now- here he was- underneath you as you rode his dick- rolling your hips perfectly and alternating between lifting yourself while he groaned underneath you. His hands squeezed at the soft flesh of your ass- guiding you lightly. And to your surprise- unlike his normal self- he was quite verbal.
“God, baby- you’re a quick learner. Just like that.” He huffed, his head lulling back in pleasure for a moment- your hips coming down hard and his cock filling you to the hilt once more.
“Yes- bounce yourself- f-fuck. You’re doing amazing- I knew you had it in you.” He spews encouragements and obscenities- definitely boosting your ego and filling your metaphorical praise kink meter.
But you do exactly as he says- continuing to bounce yourself on his cock oh-so-fucking perfect. The view for him is everything- watching your cunt swallow him every time you move down, and your tits bouncing in his face- hell- a view this good made him want to put down alcohol forever just for another chance. Then again- a little drinking is how you both got here.
“Fuck..” you whine as one of his free hands moves to place a thumb over your clit, rubbing in languid circles.
“You like that, huh? Tell me how I can- fuck- make it even better for you- baby.”
You shake your head no- unable to form a sentence with the combination of pleasure running through your body- and your focus on riding him. Everything was perfect already, and him calling you baby certainly didn’t help your concentration- ripping your orgasm through you.
Leon nearly lost his personal composure- the way you tightened around him like a vice- threatening to take everything from him. This didn’t stop him however- he continued with even more fervor- one hand on your hip and the other on the arm of the couch as he bucked up to meet your movements- giving a bit of relief to your tired legs. He could feel you having trouble, so he decided to take the weight off your shoulders completely.
His arms effortlessly lifted you while he was still inside- moving to put your back against the soft couch while he hoisted your legs over his shoulders for a deep angle. Those rough hands held onto the backs of your thighs, and he slowly slid himself out- gauging your reaction.
“You want it like this?” He asked lowly, you responded eagerly almost right away.
“Yes- god yes.” Was all he needed before slamming back into you. And out. And in again. You could barely see his smug face through the stars you were seeing- which quickly subsided when you pulled his head down to kiss on his stubble- trailing your lips down his strong jawline and prickled neck while your moans reverberated against his skin. With how much you seem to enjoy his stubble- he’s glad he stopped shaving so often.
The whole experience, really- was something he hadn’t had in fucking years. Maybe 10 or more- he lost count. He was just glad he still had this sexual stamina in him- and maybe the gym and recent lack of drinking helped. Who knows?
He was completely lost in the feeling of your pussy clenched around him and your lips on his neck that he swore he was hit in the head when you suddenly told him you wanted him to cum in you.
“F-fuck, baby. That’s a big ask.” He groaned- the words from your mouth alone making him almost bust right there.
“Birth control.” You muttered against his skin, unable to say much else through the moaning since he was pounding into you.
“God- okay. You’re not making this easy.”
Leon sucked in a breath- moving his hands off your thighs and pushing your legs gently off his shoulders- now pressing his chest to yours and wrapping his arms around you- a close and rather intimate position but not unwelcome.
He grunted- muttering into your ear now as he fucked into you, the squelching and skin slapping almost defeaning.
“If you want me to cum in you- I think I need to hear a please, don’t you?” He said the words smug- knowing you were in no state to really talk- but the word left your mouth faster than he could have slammed back into you.
Leon groaned against your ear- your plea somehow managing to turn him on even more before he gave one good, last thrust into you- his hips tightening as he came inside. His hold on you was tight- yet affectionate- despite neither of you having previous romance. After all- sex was a big deal with Leon and he wouldn’t have granted you this had he not been slightly (okay maybe very much) head over heels for you.
After a few moments of cuddling- Leon prompted you to get up to go pee by patting you gently on the back- helping your wobbly-legged self to the bathroom before giving you privacy- as if he didn’t just rearrange your guts to infinity and back again.
You expected him to have left after- as any guy would- but he was still here. He took it upon himself to straighten up your couch cushions and anything else that had been out of place from your shared lovemaking.
“You didn’t have to do all of that- you know?” You teased, coming out of the bathroom in an oversized shirt and underwear- comfortable.
“Well, it’s no bother to me. It should be a given, yeah?” He turned to you- only in his jeans as he buckled his belt- seemingly searching for his shirt. Though- you secretly wished he’d never have to wear one again.
You walked a little closer to where he was standing by the couch, a little hesitant to ask your next question.
“Would you… maybe want to stay over?”
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Burnin' For You
Description: After being stuck in one of the tighter safe rooms in the RPD after a run-in with Tyrant, Leon gets a lesson on how his body works from you
Content: EXPLICIT CONTENT AHEAD (MINORS DNI), Handjob, oral sex (masc receiving), little use of y/n, mentions of afab anatomy from reader, cussing, light hair pulling (afab receiving), like one use of "good boy", mentioned injury, Leon's a virgin, Leon was sheltered and never got "the talk"
this ones a bit of a short one, ngl. also this was not proofread at all, prepare for errors.
Word Count: 1,006
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It seemed like hours had passed since you were both stuck in the safe room after the creature literally chased you both inside. Truth be told, this one was a little tighter than the other ones and you'd be lying if the distance between the rookie cop who found you and you wasn't awkward at all. You felt like it was moreso a walkin closet than an actual room.
The situation was this: you and this rookie cop, named Leon, were stuck in a police station during the middle of a zombie apocalypse, and this recent encounter against a monster in a trench coat and fedora left you with a deep wound in your shoulder that's since been patched up.
"its… kinda a tight fit in here, huh?" you finally spoke up.
"y…yeah" he laughed. "more like a closet than an actual room"
"well, we hopefully wont have to stay here for much longer, the monsters hopefully gone far away by now"
you shifted your body and immediately felt something hard prod against your thigh
"Leon?" you asked.
He looked down, growing flush from embarrassment.
"I-… thats… never happened before…" he groaned "well, actually, this only happens when I wake up but- ah… what am i saying… I'm sorry (name)"
You sighed before looking into his eyes.
"Leon… have you never had a boner before?" you asked.
He looked at you, absolutely bewildered.
"What's that?" he asked.
You blinked in disbelief. "okay, lemme rephrase this: have you ever gotten the talk?"
He still looked at you in confusion.
"oh my god… you dont know what sex is, do you?"
He scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.
"n…no, the extent of sex ed i got was 'don't do it unless you wanna make babies'" he confessed.
"ah, abstinence only… that explains a lot then…" you exhaled before looking up into his eyes again. "good ol procreation not recreation talk… fan-fucking-tastic"
Silence filled the tiny room- errr, closet.
"do you… want me to take care of it for you?" you asked suddenly.
He raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"what do you mean?"
"i need a 'yes' or 'no' Leon… Ill ask again; do you want me to take care of it for you?"
his brows furrowed in concern.
"(name) you have an injured shoulder, i dont want you overextending yourself for my sake"
You looked up at him, a look of frustration clearly on your face
"Lucky for you, you don't need two arms for what I'm about to do"
You got down on your knees, your face level with his clothed erection.
"do you want me to help you out with this or not?"
he sighed before looking into your eyes.
"alright…" he stated "I trust you"
You smiled.
"good boy~" you said before you started with your little lesson.
"Now this" you motioned towards his hardness "is an 'erection'" you proceeded to explain as you slowly unbuckled the belt on his pants and undid the zipper.
He gulped as you did this. "o…okay" he shakily responded.
You then carefully pulled down the elastic on his boxers and watched his hardness almost slap his chest as it sprung out. He groaned as it was freed from the confines of his pants and looked down at you, lust filling his pupils.
"okay… now what?" he asked.
"well" you started, gently running your finger on the underside of his shaft, smirking when he groaned in response
"they dont go away easily.. you gotta give it attention, kinda like this" you wrapped your fingers around his length and pumped slowly, using his precum as a makeshift lube.
He whimpered from your touches.
"what is this feeling?" he moaned out.
"its called 'masturbation', dear rookie" you smiled
"h…how do you know this stuff?" he asked.
"books" you bluntly responded, continuing to pump your hand up and down, up and down, up and down.
his sounds were melodic to your ears and you giggled.
"do you like that, Leon~" you asked.
"you don't know what youre doing to me, (name)" he panted and you giggled again in response.
"do you want it to feel even better?"
he raised an eyebrow at you.
"you mean… theres more than one way to go about this?"
"of course, silly…" you removed your hand and readjusted yourself so your mouth was level with his hardened cock.
"do you trust me?" you asked.
he looked down at you "what're you?"
your mouth lightly latched onto the tip, sucking lightly as he hissed.
"oh fuck~" he whimpered.
you hummed as you took more and more of him in, bobbing your head slowly.
his moans continued as he struggled to figure out what to do with his hands before they landed in your hair. You giggled as you gently placed your hand on his thigh and licked the underside while it was in your mouth.
"ah- shit" his grasp on your hair tightened and you gasped as he grasped onto your hair. You kept going regardless.
"oh fuck~ fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…." he moaned "I feel like im gonna burst"
You removed your mouth from his cock, looking up at him gently.
"let it happen, its okay…" you shushed before going back to what you were doing.
"ah shit, fuck~ ahhh~" he whimpered before he let go, his seed traveling down your throat. Your gag reflex tried to kick in when it happened but you fought it, swallowing every last drop before removing your mouth.
"wow…" he said, out of breath before his eyes widened "uh you've got a lil… that… on your mouth…"
"cum" you said, wiping it off with your thumb and licking it before standing up.
you both noticed his erection hadn't gone away.
"its… still there.." he weakly laughed.
"I got another place you could stick that thing into, if youre interested of course~" you teased.
his ears perked up and you slowly started undoing your pants.
Perhaps you two could stay in here for just a while longer.
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cw: self corruption?? mention of masturbation and perv!churchboy!leon
im not sure how many words BUT i cant stop thinking about this </3 i apologize if there are mistakes :3
thinking about churchboy!leon whose mind is dedicated to serving people. a man who worked his way up to be a good model to the eyes of the church ministries.
churchboy!leon who he leads bible studies and speaks the importance of the lord. he's so kind and always smiling to people who come and visit the church, hearing some of their wishes. his heart is always open to hear people's confessions as they sit in the confessional, his insides warm up whenever he hears their wish to be more connected to god. people adore how he warmly accepts people under his care.
churchboy!leon who's inexperienced with relationships since he had his whole life dedicated to the church. hes so pure, he refuses any relation or intimate actions for he learned they were evil. he learned how to suppress wants and desires. leon doesn't easily give on his desires. he believes its like feeding the devil sweet apples. something that's very much forbidden for him to do.
churchboy!leon who saw you for the first time, introducing yourself to the circle and claiming that you wish to resonate yourself to god.
churchboy!leon who thought at first, you were no other. you were just like the other peers he guides during studies. he treated you the same like how he treats others.
churchboy!leon whose perspective changed when he notices you attending his studies more often, Tuesdays and Thursdays, even Saturdays. you always sit on the corner, wearing skimpy sunday dresses.
churchboy!leon who feels a strange feeling whenever he sees you. he notices himself getting flustered and nervous whenever you walk upfront to ask him about a certain verse. his mind gets clouded with things he wishes to perish.
churchboy!leon whose mind suddenly gets filled with unspeakable thoughts he never imagined he'd have. and he blames it all on you. how your perfume fills his head, you smell so sweet and alluring. his eyes wander to your form whenever you bid goodbye after the session. his eyes lingering unacceptably longer than expected to your hips as they sway whenever you walk. his body shivers whenever he hears you call his name, your voice sounds so nice and innocent.
churchboy!leon who grew a dark desire for you, constantly fighting his mind, his body to succumb on his desires that makes him fist his aching leaky cock. his mind is filled with inappropriate thoughts of you. he feels so guilty. his purity washes away as his jaw slacks, his hand grips the base of his dick. your name falling off from his lips as he closes his eyes, feeling himself getting close. his voice gets so pitchy, whimpering your name repeatedly as he cums in his hand. he hated himself for turning into those disgusting sinners. he curses every part of your existence for doing this to him. but oh he can't help it, you're the sweet apple thats hanging on the tree, waiting to be devoured. and he'll be a sinner to have your taste.
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If you're still doing the kink prompts, perhaps Leon Kennedy or Chris Redfield cum flation if you haven't done it yet? 😶
Note: I’m still doing the kinky prompts, they’re fun! And I’ll start with Leon and then write for Chris. Hope you like this anon!;
Pair: Leon Kennedy x F!Reader;
Word count: 1.185 words;
Tags: cum inflation, overstimulation, smut, 18+;
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Leon came from his mission in a mood. Literally, he started to take off his clothes the moment he stepped inside the house, and by the time he reached your bedroom, he was only in his briefs.
"Someone’s in the mood." You said it with a smirk. Seeing his visible bulge made you toss away your phone and open your legs for him.
"You have no idea." He said this while coming on top of you and showering you with kisses. His soft lips covered every inch of your body, and his ears were blessed with sweet giggles once he reached your neck. His nose gently brushed against your warm skin, which tickled you a little but was a pleasant sensation nonetheless. He smelled so good that it made you want to stay in that embrace forever. It was a mix of his cologne and natural scent, something that belonged to Leon alone and that gave you butteflies whenever you'd smell it, on both his skin and clothes.
As he kept biting and licking various portions of your neck, his crotch began to rub against your core. The hard bulge made you whine and roll your hips, desiring more contact and rubbing. You hugged him tightly and pushed his head deeper into the crook of your neck, almost suffocating him, but he didn't mind. Instead, he started to bite you harder.
"Leon..." you yelped once his teeth grabbed a good portion of your skin. that will leave a mark.
"Yes, my love?" he asked in a muffled voice.
"I need you."
You both kept rolling your hips and rubbing your sensitive areas until both of your underwear were soaked. It felt sticky and wet, and you both knew that you'd eventually cum. So, Leon eagerly removed both his briefs and your panties, leaving you both naked.
He was standing at the edge of the bed, ready to climb on top of you again. His cock was just amazing, and you had a hard time taking your eyes off it. It was thick, a little above average, with a very red and swollen tip.
"Hey, my eyes are up here," he teased, seeing that you were almost drooling.
"Sorry, I got distracted." You chuckled and grabbed his arm to guide him between your legs.
It didn’t take long until Leon started to pound inside you like an animal. His needs took over him completely, and he was driven by his most primitive urges, which were to breed and obtain release. The first orgasm was fast but not enough to satisfy either of you, so he kept pumping inside over and over.
The thing is, Leon never pulled out. He kept himself buried in you until his shaft hardened again, and then he would start thrusting inside your swollen cunt. He kept you plugged, so all of his load was kept inside you nicely, with a few leaks while he thrust.
You felt full already and didn't know if you could take another load, but goddamn it, his cock felt so good inside of you.
Leon didn't switch positions as he began to enjoy staying on top of you, pinning you down to the mattress. He was heavier than you and much stronger, too.
You felt another load being shot inside of you, a warm and long one followed by a few shorter ones. He weakly pumped inside his cock, and a few drops were released. However, your belly began to form a tiny bulge, and it was noticeable.
"Would you look at that?" Leon said as he rose a little to watch the little bulge, poking it gently. His cock remained inside you like a plug.
"Yeah, it's...nice, I guess." It didn't hurt or anything, but now it was impossible to ignore the feeling.
"I wonder....I wonder how much you can hold," he said, a smirk forming on his face when he finished the sentence.
"I...I don't know either..." you said, unsure. You wanted him to continue, but you didn’t know if you could handle it.
"Wanna find out?"
You nodded, and thus he began to thrust again. It was an unusual sensation; you felt stretched near your limit, but it was also nice. Because of the pressure, he rubbed that spot inside you very nicely, and you started to feel horny again.
"Hmm yes, just like that." You moaned and wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. You felt some of his cum leaking with each pump, but you didn’t mind.
With each round, Leon lasted longer, but because of the pressure on your spot you came before him. You announced your orgasm with a shaky moan, a moment in which Leon pressed himself over you.
"You’re taking me so well, babe. Can you hold it for me a little longer?" He asked as he took your earlobe between his teeth.
"Leon, I don’t know…"
"Please…" He started to bite and kiss those spots on your neck that he knew would get you in the mood.
You began to feel that pressure again, which made you whimper and hug him tightly. He picked up the pace, stimulating you even better than before.
"I’m so close, babygirl, so close. You’re doing an amazing job."
Your breath became rapid and your moans louder as you felt your orgasm coming once again. You couldn’t feel his throbbing cock, but you knew he was close by the fact that his thrusts became sloppy.
With a whimper, he came inside you for the last time, releasing a huge load inside your tired and stretched cunt. You didn’t know that was even possible.
Your bulge increased significantly, and Leon got up on his palms to see it. A smile appeared on his face, and he started to poke it with his finger.
"It looks so weird, but I like it."
"I-I kinda like it too." You giggled and watched him play with your bulge. He palmed it and massaged it. Overall, he was proud of what he did, but he knew he couldn’t stay like that forever. So he pulled it out, and a thick, white fluid started to flow out. of your hole.
"Oh my God, this feels nice." You said after that, pressure was released.
"I bet." Leon chuckled and laid beside you, starting to caress your cheek with his fingers.
"You came in a kinky mood, mister."
His laugh echoed in the room.
"It’s all you, babe. You make me like this." He pulled you into his arms, closing the distance between you. His mouth started to kiss your face while his hand caressed your back.
"I wonder what else is hidden in there." You teased him and pressed your finger on his forehead.
"We can find out tomorrow," he said with his eyes half-closed.
"Sounds good; I bet you’re exhausted after cumming so many times." Your hand began to caress his cheek in an attempt to help him fall asleep.
"I’m glad. My balls are on fire, tho," he said with a sleepy voice.
You both chuckled and fell asleep quickly. This has tired you both.
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okay.. can i ask for leon cockwarming you????11&2×*×* as a punishment? I SAW THAT ONE POST THAT LEON WOULD DO THAT THINKING ABOUT IT MAKES ME WANT TO READ ONE
YOU ASKED FOR IT
LEON KENNEDY (re4) x reader
note — I GOT TO THIS REQUEST SO LATE. i don't think i've read the post of him doing that but whoever wrote it is doing a service to everyone in the world. i don't know what game leon you want me to write about so i'll do re4make (i'm holding myself back from making it id leon). + i suck at writing punishment smut especially w this type of punishment.
tags — nsfw, porn w a hint of plot, badly written smut, slight praise, teasing, fem bodied reader, cockwarming obviously, use of pretty girl and baby
i am not responsible for any minors interacting w this post - nsfw under the cut
not proofread.
"le-mmph, leon, wait," you tried prying away the hand that was currently in between your thighs, his fingers teasing your sopping cunt.
"hm?" he hummed. "what, you want me to stop?"
you shook your head quickly. "just slow down," you mumbled out. you didn't want carlos to hear, who was downstairs sleeping, staying over since he was too drunk to drive home from the bar.
"i haven't even done anything yet, and you already want me to slow down?" he cooed. his free hand trailed up and down your thigh, sending shivers down your spine.
your clothes had been discarded on the floor as soon as the two of you had made it to your room, leon still in his fitted shirt that had you staring at him longer than usual.
"you can tell me to slow down, but you can't tell carlos to keep his hands to himself?" he questioned, his hand making his way from your thigh to your chin, turning your head to face him.
"we were just talking," you struggled to get out as leon momentarily slid a finger in you, curling it before stopping.
"just talking? did you see the way he looked at you? i bet he was wishing that he was in my spot right now."
now that you really thought about it, you realized how many times he left lingering touches on the small of your back and arm, eyeing you up and down in your satin dress.
"i don't want him, i want you," you whimpered out.
"well, is that what he thinks? he probably thinks that he can get you in his bed in no time." leon furrowed his eyebrows, a shadow cast over his eyes. "i guess i'll just have to make it obvious you're mine."
he pressed your body closer to his, and buried his face in your neck, nipping at you. he finally resumed moving his fingers in and out of your cunt and a rapid pace, causing you to claw at his back.
the sound of squelching mixed with your moans and gasps had leon holding back from just outright fucking you right then and there. "let it all out baby." he praised.
"you gonna cum for me sweetheart? you gonna be loud enough so carlos can hear who you belong to?" he curled his fingers up to that certain spongey spot which led you to buck your hips up and throw your head back.
"answer me," he prodded at your g-spot, and you muffled a moan.
"y-yes leon," you stammered out.
"you want my fingers or my cock?" leon smirked as you whined when he stopped moving his fingers.
"wan' you in me." your hips grinded against his hand, which he quickly drew away to unbuckle his jeans, which he looked uncomfortably tight in, the tent obvious.
he chuckled at you clenching around nothing, and slowly he slowly pushed himself in your entrance, letting out a drawn out groan. you arched your back as leon gathered both of your wrists into his grip and held them above your head. you struggled for a bit before remembering the strength difference.
"you wanna touch me?" he teased.
you nodded, lips parted and eyes half lidded.
"mm, alright," he let your hands drop down, and you wrapped your hands around his waist, expecting him to start his typical brutal pace, but instead, he flipped you around so you were on top, as if you were about to ride him.
that's what you thought, lifting your hips up, only for leon to grip your hips with bruising strength and slam you back down, you letting out a surprised moan.
"didn't you want to go slow, baby?" he traced shapes along your hipbone and lower thigh. "you think i'd just fuck you and it'd be over?"
"please, leon, please," your voice cracked as you begged for him to let you move
"i love listening to you beg, pretty girl, but don't you think it'd be a reward? i don't think you deserve a reward." he shook his head.
you whined, moving around as much as you could, which was pretty little with his big, strong hands holding you down.
"how about this. you don't move until i say you can, and i'll do whatever you want me to do for you, alright baby?" you knew that either you agreed and get what you wanted, or disagree and he'd still make you do it and you wouldn't get anything in the end.
"fine," you said, lying down on his chest, leon loosening his hold on you.
you were trying so hard not to move, but you couldn't stop yourself from trembling and tightening around his thick cock. occasionally you'd slightly grind down on him, and you knew this wasn't going unnoticed.
"do that one more time, and i'll make sure you don't get to cum for the rest of this month," he threatened, and you felt his fingers slowly dig into your skin. you were definitely bruising after this.
it felt like hours passed. you didn't know how leon wasn't pressing your legs up against your chest and fucking the shit out of you, but he seemed relaxed. especially compared to you, tense and squirming around.
"something wrong?" he raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eye.
"want you to fuck me so bad," you murmured against his chest.
"hmm," he pretended to think. "maybe."
you pouted, eyes tearing up from not getting the pleasure that you want so bad.
"is my pretty girl about to cry? aww," he mocked you, the sweet voice he had shadowing the teasing nature of the sentence. you felt your slick pool at the base of his crotch.
"i should make it more obvious that you're mine, so you won't have to go through this again, huh? you don't want to get punished again, right princess?"
"yes, yes. just please, can you please fuck me," you pleaded, hands scrambling to the top of his shoulders.
"if i fuck you, I wanna hear my name come out of those pretty lips of yours, baby. let carlos know what he doesn't get to have."
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Trust Me pt.3 (final part)
Leon Kennedy x Reader
18 and up
Part 1
Part 2
The two of you headed downstairs, to catch a cab to your dinner reservation. You had your face in the window the whole time finally being able to enjoy a country without being on the lookout for bio-terrorists or zombies. You and Leon were able to be a couple and it felt peaceful. You enjoyed seeing his face of joy when you would pull him over to see a landmark, his eyes pools of light.
You could only wish his eyes stayed that way, instead of places of frustration and tiredness that dims him. Yes, you needed the trip, but Leon needs it more, especially because he’s leaving again right after. Two months in France, fully paid as a gift from the president for saving Ashley, then he’s off on another assignment from the president. There’s always a catch, you thought bitterly. But you fixed your attitude, your face, remembering how Leon wanted the two of you to only focus on France.
“We’re here,” the cab driver said.
Your eyes widened as you looked out the window, “Here? Leon, you got our reservation, here?”
He thanked the cab driver as he handed him the money. He then helped you out of the cab as you continued to stare at the sight in front of you. You kept on looking back at Leon as if he’d drag you away to another dinner site, but he just kept on smiling at you, as he fumbled for something in his pocket.
“It was a pain in the ass to get a reservation,” he says, “But I know how badly you wanted to see the Eiffel Tower.”
It made sense now, the random hours that Leon would be up on the phone, annoyance in his voice as he repeated himself. It was beautiful, turning into a deep bronze color as it began to light up in the fading sunlight. You seemed to have been in a painting, the Eiffel Tower against a peachy orange sky, with white wisps of clouds. A flash of light caused you to turn around, seeing Leon holding a camera.
“Looking good baby,” he says, “Move over so I can get the tower too.”
“Leon really,” you groaned, he nodded, pointing to where you should stand.
You smiled at the tourists and other people who walked by you. Their large smiles caused you to awkwardly look away, though you felt your heart swell with pride. A love like his is rare, you thought watching him get on one knee for a better picture, I would be jealous if I wasn’t his. “Come on,” you say while posing, “Take a picture with me.”
“I just wanna get pictures of you,” he smiled, “To keep you in my wallet.”
“But it’s not fair,” you said, “I want pictures with you too.”
So now Leon was posing, his face a light shade of red. An older couple walking by took the camera from your hand and took multiple pictures of you and Leon. He held your waist, as you leaned into him, even kissing his lips for some pictures. The two of you thanked the couple as they laughed, telling you two to enjoy it while it lasted.
The two of you took an elevator up, looking at the city falling below you. The restaurant was beautiful, with flower vases on each table underneath the clear Paris night sky. A live band was near the center, playing soft music. The tower rafters were decorated with rose vines, their scent light in the air.
“Leon,” you put down the menu, “This place, it’s expensive. I mean, I know that we can handle it but-“
“We’re on vacation baby,” he smiled, “We have to do it right. Get whatever you want.”
You got a steak dinner, Leon got a chicken dinner, and a bottle of red wine. Leon listened to you talk about the plans for the rest of the trip visiting the Louvre, the Palace of Versailles, and the countryside for wine tasting. He listened to you with soft eyes, his body and mind only aware of you, and it was causing you to melt.
Leon excused himself to go to the restroom, leaving you to observe the luxurious restaurant. You noticed the other couples’ happiness, the relaxed look on their faces. You couldn’t help but notice the relaxation in their eyes, missing the urgency that Leon’s eyes have whenever he looks at you. These couples know they’re guaranteed at least forty years together, they don’t need to have urgency. Yet Leon’s eyes always focus on you fiercely, he always looks at you as if he doesn’t want to forget your features. He, now that you think about it staring at the couples, kisses you with the goal of remembrance. He kisses you as if it’ll be his last time.
You focused on another couple, watching the woman leave for the restroom. You saw him clean his face with a napkin, then fanning his underarms before he took out a wedding ring box. He opened it to check if the ring was still there, before quickly closing it and putting it in his pocket. You smiled, remembering Leon’s nervousness when he first asked you out.
“Missed me?” Leon asked, following your gaze to the man with the wedding ring. His eyes softened seeing what you were looking at, as he felt his heart become slightly heavy. He can give you the world, and buy you anything, but marriage, a sign of his devotion. He doesn’t want to hurt you, to make a promise that he can’t keep, to leave you in a world that’ll have you raise his children by yourself, perhaps that’s why the two of you never discuss marriage. In your line of work, marriage is a pipe dream.
The energy in the room shifted towards that couple, as she almost screamed, jumping in her heels. The restaurant clapped, and even the band played an upbeat tune. Leon watched as your smile didn’t meet your eyes, and it made him feel trapped in a box, faced with a problem that he was afraid to fix. Like a waterfall, inadequacy began to seep in. You noticed Leon staring at you, and smiled, “I wonder how much that ring was. Especially when dining here,” you laughed, but stopped, seeing that he wasn’t. Your food arrived before you could ask him if he was alright. You ate in silence, lightly nodding your head to the music.
“Have you ever thought about the future?” You asked, breaking the silence.
“The future,” he echoed.
You nodded and he didn’t say anything. He looked into his wine glass, lightly shaking it. He probably hasn’t thought much about it, considering all the assignments that he has done and received. He’s the government’s best agent after all, and it’s taxing on him. Each mission leaves him more drained, more frustrated, and more angry than the last. You couldn’t even count the nights when you held him, saving him from himself, from the nightmares that he refuses to tell you. It’s killing him, physically and mentally.
“I haven’t thought of it, but,” he sighed, “Meeting you has made me think of it again. I just know I want you in it.”
“Leon,” you began, unable to hide your smile“I-“ but you stopped seeing his eyes have a clouded look. He focused on your chest, and you knew that he wasn’t looking at how the necklace complimented your skin. No, he was focusing on the scar that you tried to hide with the makeup. The scar from your removal of the plaga. You reached out and held his hand, squeezing it softly.
“The future scares me y/n,” he whispered, “I almost lost you. I keep thinking about that moment and my mind makes up scenarios where I end up losing you.”
“But I’m here Leon, with you forever,” you smile, “When you have those nightmares, please tell me, so I can be there for you. We’re in this together, not only as friends but as lovers. I love you, Leon.”
“Share your burdens with me,” you kissed his hand, “You can’t carry the world by yourself.”
“Okay,” he said, “Yeah, thank you, love.”
Still, you wanted to get him to smile, so you lightly stepped on his foot, causing him to look at you. But you smiled, enjoying your steak, telling him that it’s delicious.
“Good,” he said, “It costs my arm and leg.”
You laughed at his joke, causing him to smile. You lightly stepped on his shoe again, smiling behind your glass of wine. You then placed your foot somewhere else, in between his legs. You lightly pressed down, causing him to choke on his water. But he was the one laughing as soon as he trapped your foot, “Don’t start things you can’t finish.” His words quickened your pulse, inviting you to something that you have been craving.
“Let’s dance,” you managed to say still feeling a slight rush, “Let’s get the most out of this place.”
The two of you swayed to the soft music, Leon holding you close as you rested your head against his chest. Your hands were lost in his soft hair, as his lips would occasionally kiss your cheek or neck. Even your lips, when you would taste his wine. But as you gazed into his eyes, you found yourself thinking about his answer to your question about the future, and it’s not fair what they do to him.
They treat him like a machine. They give him better equipment to enhance his abilities, they give him time off, or send him to their base to fix him. But a machine can’t run forever, it eventually breaks. You don’t want to see him break, but God it feels like it every time when you save him from his nightmares. When he’s breaking in front of you, all you can do is hold him, promising to never leave him. Wishing that you could save him, take him to a secret place where he can enjoy life.
“Stop it,” he says.
“Stop what?” You asked.
“Thinking,” he says.
“Thinking has kept us alive,” you say, keeping your voice low to not disturb the other guests.
“But right now,” he tries to clean your eyes, “It’s making your pretty eyes cry.”
You felt your eyes, shocked to see your finger slightly wet. He pulls into him as you two continue to sway, his arms protecting you like a fortress. “But it’s not right. You deserve to say no to missions, to be human,” you say.
“I can’t because there are people that I care about, that I love, that need to be protected,” he lifts your head, kissing you, “Everything is going to be okay.”
You stare into his eyes, nodding slightly. You wanted to continue, but his eyes were mentally telling you that he didn’t want to continue with the conversation. You pulled his lips onto yours, tasting wine. He held you close as the two of you swayed softly to the music, he whispered sweet words in your ears, as you held him.
The music’s tempo began to shift from its slow tune to a sultry sound, vibrating deep into your body. The older couples began to leave the floor, leaving the ones on the younger side to stay. You felt Leon turn you around, your backside pressed against his front as you swayed. He kissed your neck, then your jaw and his hands were going lower and lower. One hand slipped underneath the slit of your dress, traveling to your ass, squeezing it.
“Keep teasing me,” you began, “I’ll give them something better than that proposal.”
He turned you around, kissing you deeply, this time, he wasn’t ashamed to hide his hands gripping your ass, “Let’s leave then.” He couldn’t keep his hands off of you in the cab ride, and it was even worse when you entered the hotel, you were pressed against him in the elevator, his hands running down your thighs. His lips tasted like red wine as they devoured you, finally being able to explore your body after so long. He finally got the hotel door open, causing you both to stumble inside, toward the bed. You felt sparks fly each time his tongue brushed against yours causing you to moan in the kiss. He placed you on the bed, leaning over you. You began to unbutton his shirt, but he stopped you. He took your hand and kissed it, softly murmuring beautiful. You felt your face warm at how softly he kissed you, murmuring the same word.
His lips moved down your chest, still in the same soft manner. You let out a soft sigh, your hands getting lost in his hair. His lips traced the scar on your chest slowly as if he was savoring the feel of your heartbeat on his lips. He stayed there, closing his eyes as one of his hands found yours. He took his lips off your chest and put his ear there instead. He listened to your heartbeat with a smile, painting him as an angel with reddened cheeks.
“You asked me about the future,” his voice rumbling chest, “When I said that I knew I wanted you to be in it, I want to fade into you. I want to be lost in you where no one can find me. My future is loving you,” he moved his up toward your body, the breath from his nose tickling you as his hand slipped underneath your dress, “Please let me love you.”
You nodded, breathing I love you. He took you in a deep kiss, drawing out your breath, but you didn’t mind. He can take whatever he needs from you. He got on his knees, taking off your heels. His hands slowly lift your dress, revealing your lacy underwear. He kissed your thighs, suckling on the warm skin, leaving behind rosy marks. He looks so angelic from this angle, with focused sapphire eyes and wet lips. You moaned as he kissed your clothed cunt, as he teased you by pressing his tongue through the cloth. But, Leon was not in the mood for teasing tonight, thankfully, and he took off your dress and underwear, giving attention to your aching cunt.
He greedily lapped at your pussy, his kisses were sloppy, leaving a saliva trail whenever he would stop and breathe. Your hands ran through his soft hair, using his head as leverage to grind against him. You moaned his name as he sucked on your clit, his tongue swirling around the sensitive area as his fingers attacked your weak spot over and over. Everything was lewd. The sheets beneath you were now shades darker, squelching sounds mixed with yours and Leon’s heavy breathing and moans, you could only pray that you weren’t ruining a family vacation in the next room. Leon’s eyes were fucked out, looking as if he had cummed from just eating you out.
“Baby,” you breathed, feeling yourself ready to go over the edge, “I’m close,” you threw your head back, as you tried to get even closer to Leon’s face, your thighs trapping him.
You cried his name when you felt him lightly nip in your sensitive area, which was all that you needed. You came on his face, causing Leon to moan himself, as he looked at you with a smile, his face covered in your arousal. He got up, climbing over you, and you noticed how large and angry he’s gotten. Leon gave you another heated kiss, his tongue making your mouth its new home, as you became drunk off him, still high from your orgasm. Your hand managed to slip between the two of you, finding Leon’s boxers and pulling them down just enough. Your hand grazed the tip, causing him to buck his hips as he moaned, causing your heart to burst. His moans mixed with quiet whines became more intense as you jerked him off as he kissed you. You were becoming heated again, feeling your hand struggle to wrap around him fully, slipping from the pre-cum.
“I need to feel you,” he breathed against your lips, then he began to trace your jaw.
God, he was so beautiful. His blue eyes were aflame with something mixed between desire and love. His hair was stuck to his face, which was a light red. You even saw shades of your lipstick and makeup on his face, making him even more handsome. You could have sworn that his eyes rolled over when you moved your hand from between the two of you, gently prying his mouth open, as he licked your fingers clean. He kissed you again, softly, asking if you were ready for him, and you nodded.
You lifted your hands, holding his face, causing the red on his face to deepen. His eyes were crystals in the moonlight that shifted from your window. Causing them to become endless oceans that always drown you in their love. He’s such an angel, you thought watching his hair fall over his face, his lips in a relaxed smile.
“You look so pretty,” he whispers, moving his head to kiss your lips and then your stomach, more quietly he says, “We’ve been through a lot this past mission, and I almost lost you. So, please let me love you.”
He continued before you could talk, “I can save the world from bioterrorism but when it comes to you, to your love, I become vulnerable. I need you.”
“You’ll always have me,” you whispered, “I’m not going anywhere. Anywhere with you is where I want to be.”
As if that was the confirmation that he needed, he kissed you. Sweetly at first, before becoming desperate off of you. He fucked you deeply, intimately. You felt him deep inside of you as his head rested against yours, your breaths mixing between the small space. You felt your body becoming one with Leon, as he beautifully said earlier, fading into him. Every moan was swallowed by his kiss, and each time you asked for more he would answer you with of course, baby or need me bad, huh? It was a sinful heaven, how his dick kissed your velvety walls, to the white ring that was formed at the point where you two connected. Every time your kiss would end, a trail of saliva would be visible, causing you to tighten around him as he groaned.
His hand found your clit again, causing your hips to buck upwards. His name fell from your lips like a prayer, as you shakily wrapped your legs around him. You guided his lips back onto yours, as you felt him begin to shudder, thrusting more deeper than before. You both came at the same time, lazy smiles in the moonlight.
“You’re so perfect,” he murmured against your chest.
He then rolled over, placing you on top of him. You quietly whined as you felt him place his dick back inside of you, still hard and throbbing, I guess he needs me badly, you hazily thought. Leon sat up, his arms holding you, as he kissed your chest, tracing the scar before being drawn to the necklace that sat between your boobs. The necklace seemed to elevate your nudeness, along with your messed up makeup, Leon thought that you looked beautiful. His kisses were sloppy against your cleavage, leaving behind marks as he playfully pulled the necklace. His sapphire eyes were drunk, matching yours. Your hand shot to the back of his head, guiding him and holding him as he languidly moved his tongue over your nipple, his other hand squeezing and rolling the other one, sending pleasure throughout your body.
“You,” you began, letting out a moan feeling his teeth against your nipples, “You feel so good.” Your mind was shutting down again, and you hadn’t even moved. Each twitch of his cock sent butterflies as you felt the result of both of your orgasms leak down your thighs.
“I know baby,” he smirked, “But you feel so much better, holding me tight.”
Your mouth released silent cries as your hips rolled onto his, meeting yours with a fervor. Leon’s eyes were wide, only focused on you, as he watched pleasure be painted on your face. He wanted to reach out for his camera and take a picture to keep this moment forever.
“Fuck,” he groaned, “Keep doing that love.” He was hitting you deeper, and you could swear that you felt him in your stomach. That he was splitting you open, as his calloused hands kept you from moving off of him.
“Le,” you whined, “Leon, baby,” he hushed you with a finger against your lips.
“Keep moving,” he grunted, finding your clit, causing you to arch your back.
“But,” you moaned, grinding against Leon’s fingers, “But … I’m gonna come.”
“Be a good girl,” he murmured, as you felt your walls tighten at his words, “I know you can.”
You came with slight tears running down your face as Leon still pounded into you. He gripped you, stopping all efforts to get off of him. “You’re so tight baby, I know you have another one in you.” You nodded as he kissed your tears, telling you that you’ve been good, that he just wants to love you.
You were face-first into the pillow as Leon fucked you from behind. You were a mess, leaking everything that he was giving you. You felt it dribble down your legs, making another dark stain underneath you. Drool was on the pillow from your constant moans and from when he would stick his fingers in your mouth, the taste of yours and his juices causing you to clench around him. God, you can’t think, but you can feel him. Feel him inside of you, rearranging you as you try to press yourself against him. You feel his hands over yours, squeezing them, a gentle touch as he pounds into your abused and puffy cunt. You feel his sloppy mouth on your back, on your neck. You feel his mouth against your ear, softly nibbling on your earlobe.
“My pretty baby is making such a mess,” he groaned, “All for me to see.”
And, “I wish we could stay like this forever, in this moment. Nothing would tear me away from you, love.”
You kissed him deeply, he held you as you came, with him following shortly after you. You both fell into a satisfied silence, Leon pulling you onto him, as you reached for a blanket. You snuggled into him, his strong heartbeat lulling you. You lazily intertwined your fingers with his, bringing them to your mouth and kissing the back of his hand.
“Thank you again,” you whispered, “For saving me. Whatever the future holds, I know that I’ll be by your side and that I won’t leave you. I love you.”
He held you tightly, in arms that were safe themselves, never letting anything happen to you. He loves you more than life itself, when he’s alone, he aches for you. He places you in a position where he can see your face, your eyes shining in the moonlight, as you’re drowning in those beautiful ocean eyes.
“My love, all of it was never mine, but yours,” he kissed you, “I love you.”
A/N: Sorry if the smut was bad, it's like my second time writing it lol
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firestarter [ pt. 2 ] | leon k.
genre(s): romance, friends to lovers, erotica, mild angst
warning(s): mutual pining, explicit language, female reader, pet names
summary: “you’re a shitty liar, you know that?” leon rasps against your lips. etches a sluggish triangle between your mouth and eyes, his breath fanning across your cheeks, turning your brain into a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations. the hand at your throat doesn’t help matters, squeezing with enough pressure to turn your lungs to cinder.
music inspo:
champagne cool - jackson wang
spin bout u - drake & 21 savage
notes: part 2 to this. thank you so much for reading! hope you enjoy! ❤️❤️❤️
It’s a rhythmic tapping that draws you from your catnap.
Knocking that hauls you from the softness of your couch, the news channel droning in the background as you blink away the fog. The floor is icy beneath your feet while you pad over to your front door to answer it. Not really thinking, forgoing the peephole to throw it open.
Sunlight filters in, blinding like a flashbang. You squint against its brilliance, your vision slowly wading through shapes and colors. And if you weren’t already awake before …
“Hey, stranger,” Leon Kennedy drawls from the threshold, tone brassy as if he’s just awoken himself. You feel it in your chest. Curling around you like smoke, weakening your knees.
He bears a youthful smile while he leans against the doorframe in an easy slouch, gazing down at you with such fondness. Clad in grey joggers and a black tee that does little to disguise the power of his body, a slither of abdomen peeking from beneath.
Your lids flutter, dispelling the final vestiges of sleep. Mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water, throat growing dry. Your arms fall listlessly at your sides, your voice turning to ash.
He takes your silence as a welcome. Wears a somewhat guilty expression as he holds up a small, white bag, condensation beading inside. “Brought Chinese,” Leon offers, shaking it for good measure. A peace offering more than a greeting. Surprisingly good-natured, considering you’ve dodged him since you returned from your mission a week ago.
You step aside, completely on autopilot. Still dumbfounded as your partner maneuvers past you into your apartment, carrying the scent of ocean waves and teakwood with him. You flinch at the chaste kiss he presses to your cheek. At the graze of a callused palm on your hip, searing you through the fabric of your sweats.
Gaze fixated on the rail in front of your apartment, your lips twitch into a sardonic smile. Least he has food, you inwardly snort, slowly closing the door. Wait for a few beats with your head bowed and your hands frozen on the lock, preparing yourself for the unavoidable.
You square your shoulders with a sigh, trailing after his shadow towards your living room.
But, it’s surprisingly easy to fall back into tempo with him.
With you both sinking into the couch, your legs stretched across his lap. Large hands rubbing your feet, a ghostly smile rounding his lips when you giggle and squeal as he tickles them every so often. Feel at ease when he kneads the muscles of your calves. A softness to his ministrations like he’s missed this—missed you. And you catch him watching you in your peripheral as if he wants to say something. Yet, neither of you wants to break up the monotony of the moment.
Takeout lies partially eaten on your coffee table. Drinks half full. The T.V. flickers mindlessly over your bodies, the only source of light permeating the darkness of your home. Your attention is elsewhere, dispersed amongst the clouds as you chew on your lip.
Sure, you’re still a little rigid. Still guarded after you bared your thoughts. The dreams haven’t stopped. If anything, they’ve grown in intensity. More vivid, painted across the walls of your hallway, floors, bedroom, the fucking bathroom …
Warmth inhabits your cheeks at the memory. You slap a hand over your face, a muted groan burbling from your throat. You’ve had nothing but time to relive your fantasies, having taken a week off following your reconnaissance mission. Sparingly spoke to the object of your desires, your texts and phone calls brief. Made room for good mornings and good nights, fearing anything longer would result in your partner breaking off whatever this is.
His hand sears your wrist, slowly drawing it away from your mouth. “You alright?” Leon cautions, wariness dwelling in his timbre.
You nod with your stomach in knots and your heart on your sleeves. Try to ignore how his grip on you lingers and his thumb skates placatingly over the veins of your hand.
“Hey,” he husks. Insistent as ever, tugging you closer toward the safety of his body. An arm slings around your shoulders, nimble fingers creeping under your chin, coaxing you to look at him. “Hey, talk to me.” His proximity makes your head spin. The calmness of his voice squeezes something in your chest. You’re finding it increasingly difficult to breathe. And you’re looking at his mouth without thinking, entranced by how the delicate flesh trembles and parts with each breath. “What’s on your mind?”
You shake your head dismissively, averting your gaze to the side. “N-nothing.” A lie as obvious as the palpable tension between you, and he fucking knows it. He seizes your jaw again, leveling his steely blues with you.
“You sure?”
“Yeah.” No. Not really. Because all you’ve wanted to do since he walked through your door was peel his shirt from his shoulders and sit on his—
His chuckle, husky and rich like chocolate, breaks through the swell of lustful thoughts. “You’re a shitty liar, you know that?” Leon says, etching a sluggish triangle between your mouth and hooded lids.
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Leon loves when you desperately claw at his back whenever he’s fucking you, he loves when you do it, he loves how you grip his broad back and shoulders when he hits the best spots in your cunt. He wants you to do it, he wants to feel your weak scratches on his back as he fucks you orgasm after orgasm. He especially loves when you pull his hair or squeeze his head in your thighs while you ride another orgasm out on his face. “Yes fuck pull my hair baby I want too know feel how good I make you feel.”
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unholy communion
Just posting one of my fics from ao3 onto here (:
Rookie!Leon x fem!reader
Description: “What a pretty angel, letting a devil split her open on his cock.”
WARNINGS/tags: MDNI, dominant Leon, spit kink, religion kink, religious imagery, praise kink, size kink, breeding kink, choking, unsafe sex, PWP, no y/n
Enjoy!
The motel room Leon found for you two after the events of Racoon City was modest at best, but to your weary and sore bodies it might as well have been a five-star resort. Leon had taken the initiative to check you two in, as you trailed behind him blindly, exhausted from the day’s events.
“I hope you don’t mind…” Leon began, giving you a shy look over his shoulder as he began to lead the way to where you would be sleeping for the night. “I only got us one room. It’s just…after the events of today I didn’t want to be alone.” He cleared his throat hastily, “Didn’t want you to be alone, I mean.” His voice trailed off at that, cheeks flushing red.
You smiled at his bashfulness, “I don’t mind that at all Lee,” you said honestly, as you felt the same as he did. Knowing that he would be close by throughout the night relaxed you, and you felt an invisible weight lift off your shoulders. You knew that if he had gotten you two separate rooms it was unlikely you would have slept at all.
“I can’t wait to wash all this fucking grime off of me!” You groan, looking down at your hands in disgust. They were practically grey, covered in God knows what. Leon chuckled heartily at your exclamation, looking down at his own hands in agreement, “You’re telling me.” He mumbled, finally stopping at one of the motel room doors.
“This is us,” Leon muttered, fumbling with the room key as he worked to unlock the door. You almost collapsed in relief at his statement, your body yearning for the warmth of a shower and the comfort of a bed. He finally opened the door, and you could have sobbed in relief at the sight before you. A beautiful king-sized bed lay in the middle of the room, looking like it could swallow you whole in its comforting down.
“You take a shower first,” Leon stated, nodding toward the bathroom at the back of the room. “I’ll check out the surrounding area to make sure we’re safe while you’re in there.” You hum in grateful acknowledgment, already headed in the direction he motioned to.
You set the water just shy of scalding, shedding your dirtied and destroyed clothes before stepping into the hot spray. You moan at the feeling of the hot water running in rivulets down your skin, taking the dirt and grime from your earlier adventures down the drain with it. Thankfully, the motel provided bath products for you to use, and the calming scent of lavender overtook your senses as you freed your skin from the blanket of grime encapsulating it.
When you were done, your skin was raw from all the scrubbing required to cleanse yourself, but you didn’t care. You were just glad to finally be clean. Toweling off the excess water that still clung to your skin, you found a plush cotton robe to pull on hung in the bathroom and then wrung your hair mostly dry with a towel. You headed out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom, finding Leon sitting in one of the chairs by the bed.
He smiled at you as you exited the bathroom, “Well, well, look at you!” He exclaimed, flashing you a playful wink. “All cleaned up and feeling better, huh?” He asked, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees as he looked at you, and a blush rushed to your cheeks.
“Mhm,” you hummed. “I feel so much better now.” You flashed a smile at him. “Your turn to clean up, you stink!” You tease him as you sat on the bed. “I’ll order us food while you’re in there.”
Leon laughed at your teasing with a shake of his head, “Okay, okay. I guess that’s only fair. Make yourself comfortable on the bed, I can stay in the chair next to it tonight.” He headed towards the bathroom to clean himself up, and you ordered the food to be delivered to the room.
A little while later Leon walked out of the bathroom wearing a cotton robe just like yours, his wet hair pushed back off his head to reveal his whole face to you. Your face heated once more. While his bottom half was completely covered by the tied robe, the top part was slightly loosened, revealing his bare, toned chest to your gaze.
“Food on the way?” He asked with a grin in your direction, catching you staring at his chest. “U-uh, yeah. It’s coming.” You stuttered, flustered at the sight before you. Leon chuckled at your reaction. “You okay?’ he asked, seeming genuinely concerned for a moment before he winked at you playfully once again. “Your face is pretty red,” he added with a kind smile. “I’m not that pretty to look at am I?”
Your face reddened even further at being caught ogling him before you looked down at your fidgeting hands and whispered “You have no idea how good you look, Lee.” You hoped that he didn’t hear your quiet declaration.
If you had been looking up at him instead of your hands, you would have noticed the slight pink blush that had risen to his cheeks, as he heard you, but decided not to comment. He distracted himself from responding by looking for the remote, which he produced with a triumphant little “Aha!” aimed in your direction. You raised your eyebrows at him, mirth written in your eyes.
He waggled the remote at you, “Anything, in particular, that you feel like watching?” He asked with a small smile. You settled back into the bed with a hum, shaking your head slightly. “Whatever you want is fine, Lee.” He nodded, once again sitting in the chair next to the bed while scanning through the channels for something suitable.
Soon he found some silly reality show on the television, and it had both of you giggling like crazy at the shenanigans happening on screen. The food had arrived shortly after he put the show on, and both of you ate ravenously, bodies craving nourishment after the strenuous events of the day.
Both of you had finished your meals, and Leon had graciously cleaned up the trash before resuming his spot in the chair next to you in the bed. His eyes were glued to the TV screen, while yours were glued to the shape of his jaw, outlined in the soft glow of the show flashing in the corner of your periphery. Your chest felt warm with affection and anxiety, as you worked up the courage to ask him a question.
“Lee?” You spoke softly, trying to grab his attention. He looked over at you with a soft smile, blue eyes searching for yours. “Yeah?” He replied, just as soft as you. “What’s up? Do you need something? I can get it for you.” He could tell by the look on your face that you were nervous, but for what he didn’t know. His own chest fluttered in anticipation.
“Earlier you said that you were going to sleep in that chair…” You fidgeted with your hands, pulling at your fingers in nervousness. “But, can you come and stay in the bed with me, please? I like having you close after…everything.” Your face burned from embarrassment, ready for him to reject you for such a childish request.
However, his face lit up at your words, as he had secretly been craving the closeness you desired but was too timid himself to say anything. He smiled warmly at you, his heart picking up pace inside his chest. “Oh, of course,” He replied immediately. “I would never say no to that.” He was actually quite giddy that you had asked him to share the bed and had no qualms about it. “It’d make me feel better too.” He added, coming to rest next to you under the soft covers of the bed.
You scooted closer to him, the warmth of his body pressing into yours was a soothing balm on your frayed nerves. Tentatively, you rested your head on his chest. “Thanks, Lee,” you whispered against his skin delicately.
His shoulders relaxed upon the contact of your head on his chest, for having you close was as much a balm to him as it was to you. His arms encircled you, pulling you ever so slightly closer, and squeezed you gently. “You comfy?” He asked, genuinely curious, as he brushed your hair back from your face and behind your ear. “I can readjust if you’re not.”
You hummed in the affirmative as his hand stroked your hair affectionately, nuzzling into his firm chest and relaxing at the safe feeling his arms around you brought. His gaze on you was tender, and he smiled down at your figure resting on his chest. He gave your body another squeeze before a hand trailed down to your back and began tracing your spine through the robe in feather-light strokes.
“You’re safe now,” He murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of your head in promise. You kissed his chest in response, your hand coming up to stroke his midriff gently. You felt him shiver under your fingers at the touch.
“Lee?” You whispered, looking up at him through your lashes from your position on his chest. “Yes, dear?” He responded softly, raising his eyebrows slightly as he looked down at you. He gave you another comforting squeeze, letting you know that he was listening to whatever you wanted to say to him.
You took a deep breath, eyelashes fluttering. Your gaze flickered between his eyes and his lips quickly before you spoke, “Kiss me?” you whispered, as butterflies took flight in your abdomen.
Leon’s own breathing had hitched beneath the ear you rested on his chest, his eyes immediately flitting to your lips. He swallowed nervously, heart pounding in his chest. His face had a beautiful pink blush as he responded, “U-uh, yeah. Y-yeah I can do that.” He answered in a hushed tone, as if speaking too loudly would make you change your mind.
You smiled up at him in relief, but made no move yet, wanting him to initiate the contact. Leon took a moment to steady himself before placing his hand beneath your chin and guiding your face up to his ever so slowly. You both closed your eyes, noses brushing together tenderly. Leon gently placed his lips upon yours, in a soft, sweet peck before moving back in a bit more insistently. His arms then wrapped around you tightly, his hands desperately winding themselves in your hair. The kisses he gave you were filled with nervousness, but also excitement, hope, and adoration.
You sighed happily into the kisses, your own hands resting on each side of Leon’s neck. His pulse fluttered like a bird’s wings beneath your touch. His lips were unbelievably soft against yours, plush like fine velvet. You shuddered at the feeling of his hands in your hair, your skin flushing red at the intimate touch.
Wanting to be closer to him, you threw a leg over his hips, allowing you to straddle him. The new angle allowed the two of you to kiss deeper, more passionately, and you felt Leon groan heartily into your mouth at the heightened sensations.
His hands traveled from your hair and down the robe covering your sides, coming to rest on the swell of your hips. He was lost in you, his whole being now simmered down to the connection of your lips on his. You felt the same, your world had condensed until all that existed was the man beneath you. His body was the only galaxy in which you existed, and the constellations covering his skin were now yours to chart.
Your hands roamed across Leon’s chiseled chest, thumbs reverently caressing each side of his neck before your hands found themselves tangled into his damp blond hair. Your chests pressed firmly together, and you could feel Leon’s pulse hammering alongside your own.
The revelation that he was just as affected by you as you were by him sent a beam of heat straight to your core, and your thighs tightened briefly. You swallowed the soft moans emanating from Leon’s mouth at this motion eagerly, offering a few lewd noises of your own in return.
The feeling of your hands in his hair had Leon leaning into the touch, a groan rumbling in his throat. Hearing your moans mingling with his own sent him into a frenzy of passion, and he began to kiss you more intensely, your bottom lip becoming entrapped between his teeth. You gasped at the pain as it melted into pleasure, tugging sharply on Leon’s hair in response.
His breathing became ragged at this, a loud whine escaping his throat. The grip he had on your hips tightened, before his hands began to travel back up your sides and then threaded themselves in the hair at the nape of your neck. With a sharp tug, Leon pulled your head back, tearing your lip from the hold of his teeth and angling your neck to the side for easier access.
He began to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down the soft expanse of your throat, his teeth grazing your pulse point hesitantly before he finally gained resolve and sank them gently into your skin with a possessive groan. His body trembled like a leaf beneath yours as the sensation of his teeth marking your neck caused you to keen, high and reedy, in the back of your throat.
You were panting in desire at this point, the arousal coursing through your veins felt like shooting stars beneath your skin, a sensation like no other. “Lee,” you whined. “Feels good.” He huffed against your neck, continuing to softly pepper the skin of your neck with mottled bruises.
A fire was kindling low in your stomach, but you wanted more. You tugged his hair, removing his mouth from your neck, his gaze meeting yours inquisitively. “You don’t have to be gentle with me, Lee. I won't break.” Something ignited within his baby blues at this revelation, his pupils overtaking the soft hue of his iris.
With a desperate moan, he began to handle you more roughly. His teeth sunk into your skin harder than before, and his hands moved beneath the cotton of your robe to squeeze the globes of your ass tightly.
“Oh God,” you keened, your head thrown back in otherworldly bliss. The sting of his teeth on your neck and the brush of his hands on your skin felt like rapture, an exaltation of pleasure you would continue basking in for as long as he would let you.
Looking down at him, and seeing the way he had lost himself in the touch of your skin sent sparks dancing across your nerves. “I’m yours Lee,” you gasp, the words falling from your lips like a lost sinner’s confession. “Do whatever you want with me.”
Leon’s hands shook against your skin as he took in your words, his forehead coming to rest upon the small patch of your chest that had become uncovered in the midst of your kissing. Your words were a hymn that he had once thought to be long lost, a hymn that he thought would never bless the ears of a reprobate such as he. This was a gift he would not squander and a song that he craved to hear forevermore.
He planted a swift kiss on your chest before speaking, “I’m going to take my time with you.” His tone was low and husky, and he flashed you a devilish grin before placing more kisses across the swells of your chest.
A shiver wracked through your body at his darkened tone, your hips undulating down upon his lap beneath you, searching for sinful friction. Having nothing on beneath your robe, you could feel, very well, the bulge that resided beneath Leon’s own covering against your dripping core.
He groaned softly at your movements against him, his face flushed a dark red. His breath was hitching in his throat, and you knew that your hip’s rotation against his was riling him up. His hands fluttered from your rear to the tie of the robe at your waist, fingers slowly but nimbly undoing the knot he found there.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me, sweet thing.” He chuckled. You pulled his head back sharply by his hair in response, making him look you in the eye as you ground your hips downward forcefully, gasping as his bulge grew under your gyrations. “I think I have an idea,” you managed to whimper out, eyes fluttering at the sensation beneath you.
Leon let out a whimper of his own, his eyes widening when you grind down on him. “Fuck,” he whispered, looking into your eyes with desperation. You were a new messiah above him, an idol he could gladly worship for the rest of his days. “You like what you feel? What you see?” He continued hoarsely, arousal clear in his voice.
You moaned loudly, dragging his spit-slick lips up to meet yours in a bruising kiss with a rough pull of his hair. He could have sworn he felt God at that moment. “Yes,” you breathed into his open and panting mouth, “I like it so much, Lee.” His eyes fluttered closed as his lips locked with yours and he groaned into your mouth. His teeth nibbled on your bottom lip, another moan escaping from your throat as he did so. His face was dusted red with lust, his hands fervently trailing across your skin under your now untied robe.
He broke the kiss to take a deep breath, his head thrown back against the headboard as he helped you slide the cotton material off your body. “God, fuck.” He panted, eyeing your now naked form, before reconnecting his mouth with yours forcefully. You continued to grind down on his lap, the friction feeling like heaven on your needy and swollen clit.
“Lee,” you whimpered needily. “Touch me, please.” You were practically begging, needing more of Leon. Needing him closer, needing him deeper than sitting astride his lap would allow.
You were an angelic vision in Leon’s eyes, a holy temptation sent from some higher power to break him down until he was nothing but an obedient servant to you. He would readily tear himself apart for this, would gladly bare himself as a sacrifice at the altar of your body day after day if it meant that he could hear the saccharine words of sin spilling from your lips above him again and again until the day he died.
He let out a soft, needy, whimper. “My God…I will.” His hands caressed your sides before resting on your inner thighs with a rough squeeze. He could see the wetness pooling between them, the manna he craved to devour so close, but he could not give in to his temptation to eat just yet.
“I’ve gotta go slow, make it worth the wait for you.” He panted, fingertips moving ever so closer to the wet apex of your thighs. You keened as his fingertips got closer, but not nearly close enough, to where you wanted them.
“Need you so bad, Lee,” You pulled at his hair in sexual frustration, “Wanna make you feel good.” He gasped at your admission, a flustered moan leaving his lips. Your words made him feel weak, like an ancient temple crumbling into ruin.
“I know, Angel. And you are making me feel so good, I just wanna make sure you feel the same way.” His hands cupped your face, “Patience is a virtue, remember?” He smirked at you teasingly.
You leaned into his touch on your face with a small groan, “Damn my virtue, Leon. I want you more than I want it.” As soon as the words had left your mouth, Leon knew that a new Psalm had been written. One that he knew he had to get you to sing, one that he knew he had to sing with you.
With an animalistic groan, Leon flipped you onto your back, shedding himself of his robe while he did so. His cock was hard and proud against his abdomen, and you moaned at the sight of it hovering above you. Swollen and red, the tip leaked a steady stream of precum onto your stomach while Leon’s arms bracketed your head, and his lips swallowed yours in another heavenly kiss.
Your hands found themselves tangling in Leon’s hair yet again, using the leverage gained from their grip to hitch your hips up slightly and run your wet folds across his throbbing cock with a gasp. His answering noise was absolutely sinful , and one of his hands came to wrap around your throat. “Please,” he whimpered, squeezing his hand around your throat. The pressure he applied on your neck was just enough to have you seeing stars, your eyes rolling back into your head from the sensation.
“Not yet,” he ground out, hand releasing your throat. “Be a good girl and let me have my fill, and then you’ll get stuffed full of my fat cock. That okay?” He tapped the side of your face twice as he said this, waiting for your response. “Yes sir!” You whimpered.
This new, dominant side of Leon sent your head spinning. He looked at you reverently, like an apostle looking at their messiah for approval. Having given him yours, Leon moved down your body, whispering praises against your skin as he made his way down to your throbbing heat.
Settling himself between your shaking thighs, Leon looked up at you from his position and groaned in pleasure.
You were the Ark of the Covenant, a beautiful and sacred relic seated before him, forbidden to be touched and sullied by the likes of him. But he had fought his temptation for you for so long, and he was nothing but a dirty sinner, after all. Finally giving in to the carnal desires of his flesh, Leon’s mouth found its way onto your dripping cunt with a hum.
Your body came alight at the touch of his mouth on your core. Your back arched, your hands flew to his hair to lace themselves in it, and your heels dug into his back.
The fervent strokes of Leon’s tongue against your folds was your resurrection. Before this moment you had perished, your body slowly returning to the dust from whence you came. But with each suckle on your clit, and each lap of his tongue against your greedy hole, Leon had gifted your once withering body with the breath of life.
His mouth was insistent, never breaking from its attachment to your wet heat even despite the way your body undulated beneath his divine ministrations. His tongue lapped at your cunt like it was holy water, blessed for Leon by God himself. He would rather be damned than waste a single drop of the liquid manna that had been bestowed upon him.
You cried out in bliss as Leon worked, hands and thighs tightening around him. “M’gonna come,” you slurred, eyelids heavy from lust as you peered down at the man worshiping your cunt.
The sight before you had the fire within your stomach roaring into an inferno, an orgasm washing over you, consecrating your body into hallowed ground.
Leon’s hair fanned out between your thighs like a golden halo as his sapphire blue eyes met yours while you came undone on his face. He looked saintly , an absolute picture of sinful devotion painted between your trembling thighs. You wanted to capture this profane image of him and have it turned into a prayer card, one whose iconography you would eternally devote yourself to.
Leon moaned deeply at the feeling of you unraveling on his tongue. Committed to giving you as much pleasure as possible, he continued fucking you with his tongue until your delicate hands were no longer pulling him in, but rather pushing his head away.
He traveled up your body slowly, placing reverent kisses to your skin as he made his way up to your face. Hovering above you, he was enraptured. Your face was flushed red with arousal, eyes cloudy from the post-orgasm haze. You looked like lust personified, your body the picture of cardinal sin.
“Please, let me fuck you.” His words fell upon your ears not as a mere plea for the secular comfort of your flesh, but as a devout prayer. Here he knelt before you, begging for your intercession on behalf of his engorged cock.
Who were you to deny such a pretty prayer? He had been most devoted to your pleasure, therefore it was only right to answer his request in the affirmative.
“Fuck me.” You said as you nodded, spreading your legs, revealing the altar of your body to him once more. Ever the acolyte to your demands, Leon wasted no time situating himself between your spread thighs.
You helped him guide his aching dick to your entrance as his forearms came to rest on either side of your head. Your noses brushed gently, a gasp being passed between the two of you as his tip slipped past the first ring of muscle separating your sex from his.
He kept pushing forward, and one of his hands moved to cup your jaw as his own went slack at the feeling of you enveloping him. Your pulse danced beneath his hand, and your eyes rolled back into your head as the sweet pressure of him filling you overwhelmed your senses. He was so big, and so thick. You were uncertain if your body could make a home for him inside itself.
That thought quickly banished itself, however, when his dick finally made its final push to seat itself inside you. With a breathy moan, you relished in the feeling of having Leon seated snugly inside you.
He had you crucified on his cock, and yet your body still craved more. Your hands scrambled to find purchase on his shoulders as you mewled at the euphoric sensation of his member stretching you out.
“Oh, My God.” Leon groaned against your mouth, your fluttering walls squeezing him so tightly that he was unsure he could move within you.
“Please move, Lee.” You whined, and ground yourself down onto his cock. His hand on your jaw spasmed, squeezing your face briefly in surprise at your movements.
He gasped, and pressed his lips to yours in a heated and sloppy kiss. The hand on your jaw shifted to your neck, and with a gentle squeeze in warning, Leon began pistoning his hips into yours.
Your nails dug into his shoulders, leaving marks in their wake, and your legs wrapped themselves around his hips for stability. The drag of his swollen cock against your walls sent your mind reeling, and you swore to yourself. “Fuck!”
This was an ascension. Leon’s hand squeezing with the perfect pressure against your neck, his lips continuously meeting yours in brutal kisses, a litany of filthy and vile invocations leaving his lips between each one, his dick being angled at just the right spot to make you see stars, and each slide in and out of your squelching wetness had you swearing that he was bringing you closer to heaven’s gates.
Leon growled, his voice demanding and wild. “Are you gonna let me come in you, my angel? Gonna let me stuff your pussy full of me?” You keened at his words, the fire in your stomach heating to an inferno once more.
“Yes,” you panted. “Give it to me, Lee.”
With a moan, Leon released your throat, only to use his now free thumb to force your mouth apart. “Open up.” He demanded, and when you willingly complied, his thumb brushed past teeth to rest on your tongue, and he spat into your mouth with a dark laugh. “What a pretty angel, letting a devil split her open on his cock.”
Swallowing his spit around his thumb greedily, you moaned, clenching even tighter around his cock as it continued to forcefully fuck in and out of you.
The feeling of your walls clamping down on his dick, and the visual of you eagerly swallowing his spit, sent Leon flying over the edge of pleasure. His hips stuttered, burying him as deep in you as he possibly could as his cum painted your insides white.
Seeing Leon come undone above you, and feeling his warm release spill inside you, you were sent careening into ecstasy alongside him. Your cunt clamped down on him hungrily as you came with a small yell, your muscles working to keep his seed inside you, a communion offering you were determined to savor.
After a few moments spent catching his breath, Leon pulled out of you with a soft whine, collapsing next to you on the bed. He shuffled a bit before pulling you into his chest and under the covers with a soft, “C’mere.”
You nuzzled into his sternum when he prompted you closer, and you felt him press soft, sweet kisses to the crown of your head as you pressed one to his chest. You two stayed that way throughout the night, sleeping soundly in the arms of one another.
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