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I’m With You
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roommate!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader
This one’s a little self indulgent on my part 😌 also the last one I have planned for roommate Leon as he’s going on hiatus as I work on other WIPs 👌
Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, hurt/comfort, softness 😌, slight dirty talk, praise, unprotected sex, creampie, Leon being his dorky self 🤭
Not proofread ✍️
Title from I’m With You by Avril Lavigne
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“Whatcha up to?”
You raise your head up from laying on your palm, turning your attention away from the tv to Leon walking towards you.
Stepping up to the couch, he presses a quick kiss to the top of your head.
“Rough day?” he asks softly noticing the show playing on the screen.
You nod, head sinking back down to rest on your hand, “Yeah, just trying to forget about it.”
He strokes the back of your neck.
“Be right back,” he murmurs, kissing you again before walking to his room.
You turn back to the tv, letting the comfort of childhood wash over you, lessening your anxiety. After a few minutes, Leon joins you on the couch. You notice he changed out of his work clothes into some comfy looking loungewear.
“C’mere, honey,” he grabs a blanket from the back of the couch and holds it open in his arms, “come snuggle with me.”
You give him a watery smile and scooch over until he’s wrapping you up like a burrito and cuddling you to his chest as you lay on your sides to watch TV.
“Wanna talk about?” his low voice whispers in your ear.
“Just a shitty day,” you whisper back, snuggling further into the fuzzy blanket and his arms.
A comfortable quiet settles as you both just relax in each other’s company. A few episodes later and you feel yourself drifting to sleep but you shift and squirm trying to fight it.
“Shh, I got you,” Leon presses a kiss to your ear, “it’s okay.”
You nod off, listening to the sound of Leon’s even breathing and the faint voices coming from the speakers.
You wake some time later to a different show playing on the television, sound turned down so low it’s barely noticeable. Leon’s hands are petting across your body and you sigh as you nuzzle against him.
“Awake?”
“Mmhmm,” you press a kiss to his chest, “thank you.”
“Sometimes y’just need to take a breather,” he presses a kiss to your hairline.
You squirm a little, “Yeah, thank you. It helped me relax some.”
“Good,” his hands stop moving as he takes a quick breath, “I’ve got sort of an unorthodox way to help you relax more. If you want.”
“Like what?”
“Sex,” he states bluntly making you laugh softly.
“I mean it,” he grins as you tilt your head up to look at him, “it’s good for relaxation.”
“You’re such a dork.”
“It’s just an offer.”
“I never said no,” a shy smile steals over your face, “I’m not opposed to it.”
“Oh?”
Leon pushes the back of the blanket up just enough to reach a hand underneath. He slips it between your thighs and slowly teases your pussy through your shorts.
“Just need to relax, honey,” he soothes, tongue licking the shell of your ear, “let me make you feel good.”
“Leon,” you whimper, trapped in your burrito blanket so you can only wiggle against him.
“I know,” he whispers, voice heavy against your sensitive neck, “let me dick you down baby. Stuff this little cunt til you can’t think anymore.”
You whine and he moves his fingers underneath the band of your shorts and panties to tease along your pussy lips to circle your clit.
Slick is oozing from your hole dripping into your panties making it easy for Leon to circle your slippery clit with his fingers.
“Leon,” you sigh, pushing your hips down into his hand.
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, kissing you sweetly as his middle and ring finger press into your clenching heat.
You moan into his mouth as he scissors you open before slowly sliding his fingers deeper into your wet pussy. He lets his palm slap against your clit with every thrust up into your cunt as you sloppily suck on his tongue.
“Leon, please,” you pull back, licking his spit off of your lips.
“Okay,” he soothes, shifting you down on the couch and onto your stomach.
He bunches up the blanket with one hand as he slides your panties and shorts off with the other. You whine to feel the cool air of the room but it’s soon replaced with Leon’s body heat as he grinds his bare cock against your wet pussy lips.
“Ready?” he presses his cock against your clenching hole but waits til you nod before pressing in.
You both moan as he slowly slides into your wet fluttering walls until he’s bottoming out in your cunt.
“So good for me,” he grunts as he pulls out and snaps his hips back into your pussy, “such a good girl.”
You whine in reply, letting Leon’s heavy weight press you down into the couch, cocooned in the blanket, as he spears you open on his cock.
“Shh, shh, let me do all the thinkin honey,” he coos, grinding deep into your spasming pussy to rub against your g-spot, “there we go, you just worry about feeling good.”
Your moans are muffled as he gently presses your face into the cushions. You let him rut his fat cock into your pussy for hours. He goes so slow and deep that you’re drooling all over the place, pussy feeling stretched and used—you love it, not able to think past the feeling of him buried in your guts.
Leon hasn’t moved you from where he first pressed you down into the couch. The blanket is saturated with your slick, dribbling past Leon’s dick every time he he thrusts into your pussy.
“Gonna have to do this every night huh,” he chuckles into your shoulder as he kisses the skin, “really feels like y’needed it.”
“Uh huh,” you reply dumbly, clenching around Leon harder at his voice in your ear.
“Don’t worry,” he coos, grinding his tip against the opening of your womb making you kick your legs from the pleasurable pinch of pain, “you just need my cock emptying that silly brain, right honey?”
“Please, Leon.”
“Shh, shh,” he nips your neck before whispering in your ear, “that’s my good girl, perfect little pussy just taking my cock nice ‘n deep. Mmm so good for me.”
You’re whining louder now so Leon slows down even more, burying his cock into your soaked cunt with a sigh.
“I need you to keep quiet, don’t want to wake the neighbors,” he chuckles as you try to buck back against him.
You shiver and moan quietly, the syrupy pleasure trickling from your brain all the way through your body as the band of arousal winds tighter and tighter. Leon shifts his hips and presses his cock upwards to grind his drippy tip against your g-spot constantly.
“Oh, oh, I’m gonna— oh Leon,” you try to let him know you’re about to cum, but your tongue feels thick and heavy in your mouth, brain slowly processing what you’re feeling much less words to go along with it.
“C’mon, be a good girl and cream my cock, you can do it,” he rumbles low in his chest, voice smoky and warm, “want you squeezing on my dick so I can fill you up.”
“Fuck,” you gasp out a mewling cry as your pussy clamps down on Leon’s dick, walls pulsing and fluttering around him as that band snaps and your climax washes over your senses.
“That’s it, my good girl,” Leon grunts, snapping his hips harder into your soaking wet hole, “take my load, honey, wanna watch it drip outta ya.”
With a few more harsh thrusts, Leon groans and buries his cock deep into your pussy, white hot cum spilling from his throbbing tip. He grinds himself even deeper as he finishes inside your fluttering cunt before slowly pulling out, a creamy mix of cum and slick oozing from your pussy.
Leon chuckles softly and flops down on top of you, making you let out a breath as his weight smushes you into the couch cushions.
“Leon,” your whine ends on a giggle as he blows a raspberry on your neck.
“I know, I know,” he kisses the side of your head, “wanna join me in a shower?”
“Yes, please,” you wiggle and finally free yourself from the blanket to raise up on your knees, “I’m a mess.”
“Mmm, I’d say so,” he grins at you, slapping your ass as he stands up, “c’mon, you know how long these raggedy ass pipes take to heat up.”
You roll your eyes and swat his hands away before he can smack your ass again.
“I know, Leon, I live here too.”
“Never said ya didn’t,” his grin widens and he swings down to grab you up in a bridal carry, “this’ll be faster, sweet cheeks.”
“Oh my god,” you bury your face in his chest with a laugh, “you did not just say that. You’re such a dork, Leon.”
“Maybe, jury’s still out on that one.”
He drops a quick kiss to the top of your head as he gently carries you to the bathroom.
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Two's A Crowd
College Bully! Leon Kennedy x fem! Reader
MDNI 18+
(Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5)
Description: College is proving to be a lot harder than you imagined. You cannot fail this math class. So when you've tried everything else, a well-known student is recommended to you by your professor for tutoring lessons, not really leaving you with much of a choice but to work with him.
Warnings: Not proofread, No Use of Y/N, Dub-Con, Unprotected Sex, Bullying, Yelling, Cursing
Tags: College AU, Bully! Leon, Shy! Reader, both are in their early 20's, Leon is Rude AF in the beginning, Loss of Virginity, Oral Sex, Fingering, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Additional Tags to be Added
Author's Note: Yay!! New multi-chapter fic in honor of 800 followers!!
I'm a sucker for tropes and mean Leon is one I can't keep out of my head. If you're not good at math then this is the fic for you! (also don't mind me slipping some Sky lore in here...)
Cross-posted onto AO3
Chapter 1
Growing up, college had always been a big dream of yours, leaving you fantasizing day in and out about all the possibilities that would open up, along with actually getting to live through the renowned “college experience”.
In reality, college was a lot harder than you were expecting. Your parents had told you to jump right into it after high school, fearing taking a gap year would ruin your good streak. The stress was starting to get to you and it was only a semester into your freshman year. All the tests, projects, and general studying really wore down on your mental health, not to mention you were failing the one math class you had.
You couldn’t tell your parents, no, they’d probably have a heart attack, especially since that math class was a prerequisite to another class that you needed to take. They were already worried enough that you hadn’t picked a major yet, so who knows how they’d take the news that you were failing right off the bat.
It was hard enough that you were feeling homesick. This was the first time you’d ever been this far away from home, studying at a university when you would’ve been perfectly content going to a community college closer to home. Your roommate was nice, but the two of you weren’t growing any closer than mere acquaintances, so it always felt awkward to just exist in your own dorm room.
Your eating habits worsened with the lack of any real food within five miles of campus. Sure there were a couple fast food chains on the campus itself, but they closed incredibly early. By the time you finished studying, which was around six in the evening, it had already closed. Not to mention that when they were open, the lines were comically long. University food was out of the question after you got violently ill from their “chicken nuggets”, so you were left with the little money your parents provided once a week to order takeout or make quick trips to the store to buy a frozen meal. Only one, since the mini fridge in your dorm was almost always occupied by your roommates stuff.
Everything was so exhausting and you were way out of your comfort zone having to use the community bathrooms for all your hygienic routines. Walking in always made you feel like you were interrupting a meeting in the president’s oval office with how many nasty looks you were given when all you were trying to do was brush your teeth.
The first thing you saw whenever you opened up Canvas was a massive F staring you down from the little box that comprised the majority of your math assignments and tests, making you feel less than worthless. This one semester alone helped you understand why so many people dropped out, this was hard.
By now you’d already gone to your math professor multiple times asking for redos or extra credit work. He was probably sick of seeing you since you showed up after almost every single assignment’s grades were submitted.
“Heeeyyy, Mr. Lebovic..” You said after knocking your knuckle against his open door to grab his attention. “Listen, about that last quiz, I-”
He cut you off with a wave of his hand before gesturing towards one of the chairs sitting in front of his desk. You hurried to sit down, watching nervously as he slowly pulled his eyes off his computer and onto you. “I get it, you don’t need to explain yourself.” His relaxed tone and faint smile was enough to ease your nerves a bit, letting your shoulders slump with a sigh. “You’ve been trying really hard, I can easily recognize that.”
You nodded eagerly, licking your dry lips as you opened your mouth to speak, only to be cut off again. “I’ve been looking into studying options that might help you. Resources are scarce for this material, but I think I finally have a tutor to help you out.”
A wave of relief washed over you at the mention of tutor. Maybe you wouldn’t have to face the wrath of your parent’s disappointment after all! “Oh.. o-okay…” you stuttered, eyebrows furrowing as you silently beckoned him to continue.
“I teach another math class, it’s higher level, but I have a student in there that’s just taken up tutoring the material you’re learning.” Your professor seemed just as happy as you were about the opportunity. “His name is Leon Kennedy, he’s got one of the study rooms in the library from three to five in the afternoon on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.”
It took you a second to process everything Mr. Lebovic was telling you before you scrambled to pull out a sticky note and a pen to write all the information down on. You heard the older man chuckle softly, looking over at him when he held out a small piece of paper to you. “I wrote it down already for you, don’t worry.” You wished you could’ve thanked him tenfold, but his office hours were closed for the day now, so you said a quick goodbye and hurried back to your dorm, holding onto the piece of paper like a lifeline.
Contrary to what your math professor thinks, you knew the name “Leon Kennedy”. You had a couple friends that you hung out with occasionally out in the grass in front of the science building and they’d brought him up before. The few vague bits of info that you’d heard weren’t flattering, painting this Leon in quite a bad light; the stereotypical jock in a frat flying by on a full-ride scholarship. However, he was your saving grace now and you needed to develop more of an unbiased opinion of him if he was going to help you raise your grade from an F.
“Yeesh, sorry I’m not better at math or I would’ve helped you.” One of your friends, Sky, spoke up as they read the piece of paper your professor gave you yesterday from over your shoulder. “Even if you were better at math, I still wouldn’t trust you.” Ella, your other friend, laughed out.
“Ha ha, yeah, Sky failed math four times. Big whoop.” Sky waved their hands dramatically before walking over to sit down next to Ella in the dead grass. “Seriously though, you’re better off taking a failing grade and dealing with your parents. Kennedy is the devil incarnate.”
“The devil incarnate sounds easier to put up with than my parents, so I’ll take my chances..” You grumbled, taking a seat on a medium-sized rock close to the pair. “Maybe he’s turning a new leaf? Deciding to tutor?”
Sky crossed her arms and rolled her eyes which made Ella elbow them in the side before giving you a sympathetic smile. “Maybe so, but please just be careful. I don’t want you having to put up with some jackass that has an ego bigger than Texas.”
You nodded with a slight frown, moving your foot side to side lazily to push the grass blades around. You didn’t even think to consider the repercussions of studying with some random junior. “I’m sure it’ll be alright. Besides, just tell Sky and I if he’s giving you any trouble. I know damn well no man likes to put up with two women yelling in his face.” Sky nodded and pointed to Ella for added dramatics. “Yeah, and I bite. My top six teeth are porcelain so that shit hurts. Trust me.”
Your friends never failed to make you laugh, a slight resolve in a pool full of worries, you suppose. “Don’t worry, you guys’ll be the first to know if Leon is mean.”
“Good. Now, when’re you gonna go see the guy?” Sky rested their arms on their knees before looking up at you. “Uh.. in a couple hours I guess. I already made the appointment.” Your response seemed to surprise both of your friends, giving them a confused look in response to their shocked ones. “Is that.. Is that not a good time?”
“No no, just.. I thought you would’ve maybe taken a little longer to go and see him.” Ella shrugged, reaching a hand up to scratch behind their neck. “Proud of you, taking the initiative like that.” She then looked at her phone before pulling herself off the ground with a small groan. “I got class in a couple minutes. Good luck with the frat boy.”
She patted your shoulder as she walked off towards the larger building on campus, leaving you and Sky alone for the rest of the time. Part of you wished both of your friends could walk you to the library when the time came, but having Sky was enough. “So.. Leon’s bad bad?” You needed a bit more clarification on the guy you were going to spend one-on-one time with, something to calm you down after running through countless scenarios in your head.
“He’s not all bad, 'least I don't think. I’ve exchanged a few ‘hello’s’ and ‘excuse me’s’ with him here and there since we apparently frequent the same building.” Sky scooted over to the rock you were sitting on, placing the back of their head on your legs. A couple brown leaves blew over from a nearby tree which they grabbed and crunched with their hand. “I haven’t personally experienced any bad happenings around him, but he is part of a pretty notoriously rowdy frat, so you have to promise me that you’ll only study with him on campus and never go to that frat house or any frat house in general, alright?”
Sky pointed up at you, poking the underside of your chin which made you laugh again and swat their hand away. “As much as I rave about wanting to have the stereotypical college experience, going to a frat house was never part of my daydreaming.”
“Good. Keep it that way.” They switched their fingers to give you a quick thumbs up before letting their arm flop down into their lap, eyes closing with a sigh. “Anyways, besides all that, wanna go get some food? I don’t have another class today and you’ve got about an hour and a half to spare, so actually you have no choice. Get up.”
You stood up with a shake of your head once Sky pushed off of your legs who stood up as well with a small stretch. “Don’t burn me at the stake, but I kinda want grocery store sushi. I’m feeling lucky.”
“Please don’t.” You sighed, pocketing the piece of paper before beginning to follow behind Sky as they started to walk across the grass.
After the two of you shared a sandwich from some random shop not too far off campus, Sky walked with you up to the library, stopping just before the front desk. They agreed to not wander in with you under the condition that you’ll go to their dorm straight after to discuss details.
To say you were nervous was an understatement. Most of what you heard about this guy meant he was bad news, though you really didn’t have much of a choice when it came to seeing him. Like your math professor said, there weren’t a lot of options when it came to studying the material you were learning. Sure you had the internet and other students in the class, but you preferred the idea of a tutor since you’d already exhausted yourself trying to follow along with various youtube videos. You needed the in-person teaching, it just stuck better in your head that way.
Slowly starting to walk, you made your way over to the study rooms lining the back of the library. The rooms seemed pretty private with the only window being on the door, which had glass nearly top to bottom. Thankfully the rooms were numbered and Leon had texted you which room to go to when you made the appointment with him, you had no idea what he looked like and you didn’t want to look like a creep eyeballing people through the door until you hopefully found the right person.
Standing off to the side, you could see the number you were looking for sitting above the door, taking a brief moment to collect yourself and hype yourself up to talk to someone who didn’t have the greatest reputation. Set aside everything you’ve heard and just hope for the best..
You took in a deep breath as you strode over to the door, glancing inside through the window before knocking to let him know you were there. The table was angled off more to the left so you didn’t immediately see him until he leaned over the table to see who had knocked. Confidence left you as soon as you made eye contact with Leon due to the groan you could hear through the door. It took you a couple seconds, but you eventually managed to get your body to work with you, hand turning the handle to let yourself in.
“-the last thing I need..” You caught the end of his little rant to himself as you opened the door. The saying “fake it ‘till you make it” is harder than it sounds since your entire body decided to betray you, deciding that shrinking in was the best move. Quietly, you shuffled over to sit across from him at the table, placing your backpack in your lap in some weird way to provide comfort in this situation.
“You weren’t supposed to show up.” Leon grumbled, sitting far back in the tilted chair as his feet lifted the front end of the chair slightly. His arms were crossed and he was giving you probably the nastiest look you’ve ever seen, next to your parents, of course. All you did was sit there giving him a blank stare. It was obvious what he’d said, yet the sheer forwardness of that snide comment had you more than confused. “What?-”
“You weren’t supposed to show up.” Apparently he felt the need to repeat himself with some added bite, barely letting you get a word in. “No one ever shows up to these shitty tutor- whatever the fucks.”
Wow. Okay. “Uh..” You didn’t even know what to say to that. It completely caught you off guard. You’d run through countless ways this interaction would go in your head, but this wasn’t one of those ways. The two of you sat in a very tense silence with Leon just glaring at you from across the table, continuing to rock back and forth in the chair.
Without uncrossing his arms, Leon lifted a hand and waved it around slightly while shaking his head. “Are you actually still gonna sit here orrr…?” The sound of his voice finally snapped you out of shock, causing you to shoot your gaze down to your backpack, fumbling with its partially broken zipper. “I-.. Mr. Lebovic recommended you..?”
You pulled out a few of your failed assignments from your bag before setting them down on the table with shaky hands, keeping your eyes glued to the papers to avoid that burning stare the man in front of you has. “I need-.. I need help..?”
“Do you?” Leon let the chair fall forward, his sarcastic tone starting to make your whole body tremble. “You don’t sound like you do.” He snatched one of your assignments from the table and held it up, pursing his lips as he studied the various red marks made on it closely. You chose to not respond to that, letting your hands rest on top of your backpack so you had something to squeeze.
He turned the page around, the sound of the paper wobbling the only thing you could hear right after the sound of the central heat blowing through the vent in the room. Suddenly, Leon started chuckling to himself, shaking his head incredulously as he flipped the paper back and forth a couple times before letting it fall back to the table. “This is terrible!” His laugh grew louder as he tilted his body to the side to pull out his phone, taking a picture of the assignments you’d put on the table.
How on earth were you supposed to react to that other than just sitting quietly? He was actually making fun of you right to your face. Hell, he might as well point and laugh if he’s going to be this brasen.
The most you could muster up was a quiet yet high-pitched “... huh?” in response to him. This whole ordeal was spiraling a little too fast for you to keep up with. You were expecting to put up with some grown man with a bratty attitude or even just a very uninterested, not all there jock with how Leon’s been described to you, not blatant bullying.
“Huh?” He mocked, taking one last look at his phone while loudly sucking on his teeth before pocketing it again. “Anyways, this is actually sad. How are you managing to fuck simple math up like this?” He roughly grabbed all the papers on the table and stacked them before partially tossing them back at you, some slipping onto the floor. “You’re too far gone, even I can’t fix that.”
You let out a gasp when the papers were tossed at your face, scrambling to catch some of them. Pushing the chair back, you leaned over to grab the few that fell on the floor, desperately holding back tears. “Please, you don’t understand.” You pleaded, voice cracking as you tried your best not to start crying in front of him. “I-I need to pass this class. I’m passing everything else, I just can’t keep up with this one!” You were speed-talking to try and argue your case, sitting back up with the small pile of papers that you struggled to stack properly.
Leon started rocking back in his chair again, arms back across his chest as he watched you with squinted eyes. The corners of his lips soon turned up into a smirk, taking in your sorry state before rolling his eyes with a dramatic groan. “Alright, alright, stop whining, jesus..” He cleared his throat, letting his head fall over the back of the chair. “I’ll help you only because I feel bad for you.” It’s not like he was going to admit that he was being forced to be a tutor, no one needs leverage over him like that
You couldn’t help but give a small smile despite his implication. It was a start. “And I’m not gonna do it today, either.” Well, the sooner the better, but still, it’s a start.
He then stood up from the chair, fixing his jacket with a sigh. “If you show up even a minute late on Friday, I’m not helping” and before you even had a chance to reply, he walked out of the room, the door shutting with a slam which made you flinch. Luckily, you were a very punctual person when it came to this kind of stuff. This was important, so if you had to show up early, so be it. You hurriedly shoved your assignments back into your backpack, not even fully zipping it up before rushing out of the study room, back through the library, and to the dorms.
“He said that?!” Sky yelled, quickly wiping their hand over their mouth to quiet themself once you shushed them. “I don’t really feel comfortable with you going to another ‘study session’ with that guy if he’s just gonna bully you.”
“I wouldn’t call it bullying-”
“He was bullying you.”
“OKAY! So what if he was?!” You fell back onto Sky’s bed with a sigh, arms splayed out with your legs dangling off the side. “I can handle it. As long as I get my grade up, who cares?”
Sky sat down next to you on their bed, giving you a sad look as you sat yourself up with your elbows. “I care. So does Ella. You shouldn’t put up with that just for a grade. I’m sure if you explain to your professor and-”
“And what? Tell him that I’m a grown woman getting bullied over something I should know by now?” You sat yourself up fully now, leaning forward to place your elbows on your thighs as your head rested in your hands. “It’s only until finals are over and we’re already halfway through October. Maybe I won’t even need that much time, maybe I’m just missing one simple… math move and it’ll get the gears in my brain moving again.”
You tilted your head to the side to look at Sky, head now resting only in your right hand as you took in their annoyed look. “Trust me. I can handle this.”
“If you say so.” They ran their fingers through her hair before looking away from you, directing their attention forward to stare off at nothing. “Just remember that I bite and I’m not afraid to use my fake chompers on that no good-”
“I don’t wanna think about escalations right now, but thank you.” You chuckled, playfully nudging Sky with your free hand before moving it back to hold your head up with the other. Though you were trying to convince Sky on this, you were mostly just trying to convince yourself that you could handle this. Handle Leon and his.. alluring charm..
Only until finals, maybe even sooner.
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ok this is so depraved but some noncon w manipulative leon x bsf reader or roommate reader where he for somewhat reason has to practice tying rope and convinces her to let him practice on her and assures her he wont do anything else but once he gets her tied up he undresses her and takes pics of her as blackmail and does whatever he wants to her
rope bunny
leon s. kennedy x fem!reader
tags: posessive!leon, he’s kinda yandere tbh, p in v sex, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, slight overstimulation, rough sex, manhandling, noncon, dubcon, ropes, bdsm, dom!leon, praise kink, praising, smut, rope kink, filming, explicit photograpghy, leon is a massive pervert, slight size kink
summary: leon asks for your help with a task from the force but it turns into something else~
word count: 4.2k
to anon: hii! im sorry i took so long with this but i hope you like it! i really like this idea and tbh i love me some noncon leon😩 i added a happy ending but idk if this is weird LMAOOO
He dotes on you everyday, without you ever even noticing. Oh, how you’re so oblivious and innocent. He just wants to have you all to himself. Just to steal you away from the whole world, to take care of you and finally make you realize what you’re missing out on.
You weren’t exactly oblivious, you just didn’t pay it any mind, deciding to tease him further. Being roommates with Leon for almost a year now, you knew him pretty well. Both of you attending the police academy, you figured a roommate wouldn’t hurt. He was sweet, brave, corny, a little awkward but so cute.
Leon was a good friend to you, helping you out, keeping the place clean, he was a true gentleman. For what you knew, of course. In all honesty, Leon was the oblivious one here. You noticed every time his eyes slowly gazed somewhere they weren’t supposed to. His stare felt like it was going to eat you alive one day.
Whenever you’re doing something around the house, he quietly observes all of your movements, eyes maybe focusing on the curve of your ass, or maybe the way your tits bounce when your arms push them together. He can’t help himself, you’re just so gorgeous and he swears he can’t keep his hands to himself any longer.
Maybe you even liked his gaze, doing small things on purpose. Wearing short skirts at home, bending over in front of him or wearing some tops that revealed yiur cleavage. Leon loved it all, but he was starting to grow impatient with your little games that he didn’t even know you were playing. You knew he liked you, but he didn’t know you liked him too. Being too focused on you and his training, he didn’t even notice the way you practically begged for his attention.
”What are you doing?” You asked with a giggle as you try to lighten up the mood. Leon looks up at you and shrugs. ”Just…looking over these photos.” He answers quietly, his deep voice grumbling a little bit. His hand is resting on his jaw as he leans himself on the table that was filled with documents, probably something from the academy.
You frown slightly from his answer before you fall silent too. As Leon focuses his stare on the papers in front of him, you focus yours on him. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up and the fabric was resting just so his forearms were visible. His calloused hands were nibbling the paper's edge as his veins become more visible. You can’t look away, mind completely taking you away while you rest against the kitchen counter.
A low groan erupts from the man in front of you and you can’t stop your mind from going to that usual place. Wondering what would happen if you were brave enough to start something. How his hands would caress your body just like you both wished. You sigh slowly as you slightly shake your head, disowning the thoughts. If Leon only knew that you dreamed of him even when awake.
”I’m gonna take a small nap, wake me up at like…6pm.”
Leon huffed at the small pause in your sentence as you retracted to your room. He only nodded in response. He began thinking, in quietness after hearing small giggles and sounds of music come from your room. After a while, there was only silence. You had fallen asleep. He smirks to himself but quickly reassures himself he wouldn’t do anything like that.
He spends time pondering over his wants, no, his needs. He needs you and he can’t wait any longer. Leon decides he’s not going to let you say otherwise. He goes into his room momentarily to gather some rope. (He totally didn’t buy it just for the instance) He knocks on your door and slowly his hand twists the knob as he lets himself in your room.
Your curtains are closed and you’re still asleep, wrapped in blankets. He hovers above you and stares into your face. How beautiful, he thinks to himself. He owns you. He’s not going to let anyone else have you, ever. He hides the rope behind his back before his arm reaches out for your shoulder, gently stirring you awake from your previous slumber. With a whine, you start to flutter your eyes open.
Your room is dimly lit and in all your sleepiness, your eyes make out Leon’s figure in front of you. He sits on your bed slowly. ”Wake up, sweetheart.” The nickname would make you nervous and a blushly mess if you weren’t so tired still. You slowly sit up, lifting the blanket from your body as it pools around your lap. Now fully sat, you fix your hair and look at Leon with gentle eyes. ”Thanks for waking me up, Leon.”
”No problem, I have a question though…” He starts, and you can hear the unsureness in his voice as he nudges himself closer to you. A blush creeps on your face as you realize he’s never been this close to you before, at least not in your bed. ”Yeah?” You ask shyly as you pull the blanket up slightly, covering the skimpy crop top you wore. He looks away for a second before continuing. ”The professor actually gave me something interesting to work on, I was wondering if you’d help me out a little?” His blue eyes now stare straight into yours as you fiddle with the blanket edge. Eagerly, you nod immediately. ”Yes, what is it?”
He smirks a little bit, chuckles and reveals the rope from behind his back. A small inaudible gasp leaves your mouth and you look away with a slight flush on your cheeks. ”He said we need to practice tying something up, escaping being tied and all that.” He explained as he slowly started opening the rope from its package. You stare quietly at his big hands that were fiddling with the rope. Completely on board if you get to play around with ropes with him. ”Yeah? Do you need my help with some of this?” You ask shyly as he smirks again.
”Yeah. Let me try one thing.” Now completely awake and shaken with excitement as Leon launches slowly towards you. His actions take you by surprise and nervousness engulfs you as his cold hand slips under the blanket and grabs your wrist. ”Leon- I-I thought-” You began speaking unsurely as he grabbed both of your wrists, bringing them up to your chest. ”Shh, I’m not gonna do anything to you, just practicin’, sweetie.” His deep voice coos and you allow yourself to relax in his hold, reminding yourself that he’s just practicing.
”Just lay back a little.” He instructs you and you obey him nonetheless of your nervousness. Your body hits the soft bed behind you as you settle down and bring your arms up. Leon grips both of your wrists together with one hand, his hands are cold and slender as he pins yours atop your head. He brings the rope and wraps it around your wrists, tying them together very tightly. A small whine leaves your mouth as you close your eyes momentarily. ”Too tight?” He asks.
”No, it’s fine. Let me show you my skills of escaping these.” You joke to him with a small bubbly laugh. He scoffs under his breath and glances back at you. ”We’ll see about that one.” He says unamusedly as he tightens the rope and ties your wrists to the bed. You feel a light stretch on your arms as he ties them. His gaze feels hot, feels like it’s going to burn you alive soon. Leon’s hands slowly move from your arms, to your waist.
His eyes never leave your body, he doesn’t miss the way your back arches into his touch, letting his hands wander. His fingertips slowly graze around your chest, abdomen and your thighs. He examines your face closely, a red blush on your face that he wouldn’t miss usually, but with the dim light of your bedroom it goes unnoticed. Your back arches and you moan slightly when his strong hand caresses your thigh. ”Leon..?” You ask confusedly as you tighten your thighs together, trapping his hand between them. ”You like this?”
He calls out to you mockingly as he inches his fingertips towards your panties. The blanket long gone as his other arm completly reveals your body to him. A small crop top and panties on. Gosh. You look so cute, he wishes he could eat you alive. Your legs twitch and you gasp in surprise as his hand cups your pussy through your panties. ”Maybe I’ll leave you tied up forever if it means I can do this all day.” He mumbles to himself as he smirks while slowly rubbing your clit through your already dampened panties. Your thighs close even tighter as you squirm. ”Leon? W-what are you doing?”
”Shh, just relax for me, okay?” He calls out again as his hands grip your thighs, forcing them apart, revealing your crotch to him. You gasp again and start moving around, not liking the forcefulness. His grip only tightens as he holds you down on the bed, bringing another piece of the rope around your ankles, trying them together as you helplessly squirm under the bigger man.
”Leon, I’m uncomfortable..M-Maybe we should practice some other time..!” You desperatly request as he pulls the rope and ties it under the bed. You’re now completely trapped and at his mercy. ”Now, try and get out of those.” He says as he stands up, backing away from the bed to take a look at you. So pretty. Sprawled out on the bed in your nap clothes as desperate little whines leave your mouth when you try to escape this predicament.
You tug, pull, whine and squirm around for what feels like eternity. Your croptop already ridden up from your movements, exposing your soft belly to Leon’s hungry eyes that are enjoying the show infront of him. You almost think he’s cruel and that he’s doing this to embarrass you. Your limbs give out and you look at him with angry eyes, the sweat from your earlier nap clanking your thighs together as you finally give out, relaxing all of your body. ”Okay. You win. I can’t get out of these. Please, help me.” You quietly say as you accept defeat, looking at him with an annoyed look.
He only smirks and laughs a little bit, getting closer to you. ”Hmm��I quite like having you like this…” He starts as his hands grab your waist again, slowly teasing the fabric of your croptops edge as he pulls it up. Your breath hitches and you feel your muscles tensing again. ”Leon, take these out. It’s not funny.” You try once again.
He stops his movements and looks into your eyes, before getting on top of you on the bed. You squirm again as he climbs atop and pins you down with his bodyweight. The lighting extorts and you can see the way his biceps twitch as he holds himself above you. Leon’s blonde locks fluffy and messed up as he brings himself closer to your face. ”Oh sweetheart, I’ll never let you go. You’re mine, finally.” Before he allows you to even react, his hand is already gripping at your chin and neck, forcing you into a sloppy kiss with him.
His lips are practically devouring your face as he holds you tighter. To his surprise, you kiss him back and moan into the kiss. He leaves you wanting for more as he pulls his mouth from yours and lowers himself to your neck, biting, kissing and sucking little red marks on your collarbones. His hot breath on your neck sent shivers down your spine and you feel a heat forming between your legs. You want him as bad as he wants you. And you don’t want to accept it.
Your quiet moans that you try to silence by turning your head to the side don’t go unnoticed by Leon as he grips your chin again. ”Let me hear how much you love this, baby.” He growls as he sucks on the sensitive skin behind your ear. A lustful moan erupts from you and you’re even shocked at yourself as you notice the way you’re rubbing your thighs together. ”Good girl, just like that. Don’t fight it.”
He continues kissing your neck, sometimes pulling you into a heated kiss again. (Which you returned, every time) ”Leon..! Please, untie me.” You whisper in between kisses. ”Try harder.” He mocks you again and pulls back from you, still on top of you, his finger hooks around the strap of your croptop, slowly pulling it down from your shoulder, exposing more and more by the mere second. You nervously look at him with fear and desperateness in your eyes. Your breathing, heavier by the second was unstable as small tears start forming on your waterline.
”Leon, please..” You sob as he slowly undresses you, pulling your croptop over your head, exposing your bare chest to him. Nipples already hard from the previous endeavours, his both hands grab your tits, squeezing them and playing around with your nipples. His gaze is like a hypnosis, stuck on your tits as he does as he pleases, groping you against your will. Instead of screaming, you arch into his touch and moan at the sensation when his mouth connects with the skin of your areola.
”Please-” Your breath hitches as a tear falls down your cheek when he pinches your nipples, sucking and kissing all over your body. You’re not even sure what you’re begging for anymore and neither is Leon. You hear him chuckle as he pulls back shortly, looking over at you before extending his hand to his pocket. You look at him in complete silence, tears still wetting your cheeks as you see him pull out his phone. ”Leon.. what are- No!” You start wiggling desperately and you can’t belive the smirk on Leon’s face.
”Pose a little, this is for me only, darling. Don’t worry, I won’t do anything if you behave for me.” He holds you in place with his other arm while scrolling on his phone. His hand grabs at your tit again as you hear the faint sound of a recording going on. ”Please…don’t” You beg with teary eyes as he films himself groping at you, he moves the camera to your face. ”Don’t cry beatiful, tell me how much you like it.” He mocks you and amidst all the feelings that were roaming your mind block out the feeling of his hand sneaking between your thighs. Another tear falls down your cheek as you open your eyes, looking up at his phone and that devious smirk plastered on his face. You feel embarrased and humiliated, but for some reason, it’s lighting a fire inside of you that you can’t shut down.
You feel his rough hand cup your pussy and you moan loudly. His smirk grows even more at your lewd sound as he slips his fingers in from the side. Two long fingers now rubbing your wet clit as you try to close your legs tighter. ”Come on, let it all out.” He presses a kiss on to your forehead as he slips his middle finger in your wet, needy hole. Another loud moan leaves your mouth and you unnoticeably start grinding into his hand, desperate for more as you look at Leon’s phone through teary eyes. It’s turning you on and he knows it. He nods at you and looks at you in the eyes as he shuts his phone off, drops it on the floor and practically attacks your lips. You immedietly kiss him back, no question. ”M’ sorry, my sweet baby.” He mumbles between the hungry kisses. You want to caress his cheeks and wrap your arms around his shoulders. You writhe as you try to pull your arms out of the rope.
”Leon, untie me. I want yo-” He shushed your begs with a kiss, soft lips entertwining roughly as his hands explore your body again. He’s pumping his middle finger in and out of your pussy with a slow rhythm. Leon quickly latches on to your neck again, sucking more crimson marks as he slips in another finger. His movements are going faster as his index finger joins in on the fun. The wet, tight walls of your pussy squeezing around his digits are making him go crazy. He was already hard as fuck in his pants as he grinded himself to your side.
”Soon, baby. Let me have a taste first..” He mumbles again, almost inaudibly as he lowers his kisses down to the soft skin of your belly. His big hands are still cold to the touch as he retracts his fingers from your pussy. You moan at the loss of contact as you look down at him, trying to ground yourself between all of these feelings. His hands grab your hips tightly and he begins teasing your panties down your legs. You wiggle your hips a little in an attempt to get him to undress you faster. He backs away and in a swift movement he pulls his shirt over his head, exposing his hard trained abs to you. Your eyes now explore his body, thirsting over his muscular chest and huge biceps, he smirks and lowers his face to your pussy again.
Before he teases your panties fully off, he places a soft kiss on your clit through the damp fabric. You moan quietly as he pulls your panties down to your ankles and grabs your thighs, nudging them apart so roughly that it would for sure leave a bruised mark on your inner thighs. He’s like a hungry animal that hasn’t eaten in weeks and you feel like his prey, just a little thing forced into submission as you writhe under him. His warm tongue latches onto your clit as he sucks, kisses and licks between your folds, moving to give attention to your clit as his other hand retracts from your thighs and pushes two fingers into your hole.
You’re practically screaming, crying and moaning at the same time as you buck your hips into his face. Leon’s slippery tongue, lapping at your folds and pleasuring your clit feels like almost too much, you’re so close to exploding and you desperatly try to close your thighs. ”Mm-mm. None of that.” He hums as his hand parts your thighs again and the vibrations from his sound of unapproval send immense pleasure your way and you moan loudly. ”Oh, Leon! I-I’m gonna cum!” You moan his name in a continuing chant as he buries his face into your pussy, tasting all of your juices as you grind down.
He was so turned on by you and probably could come undone from just lapping at your pussy all day. He sucks on your clit as you gasp loudly and your legs shake a bit. He slows his movements down, brings his arms under your thighs to support your shaking for as he helps you though your orgasm with a gentle touch. He might’ve tied you up against your will, but he’s not a total asshole.
The orgasm washes over you slowly and your body shakes with pleasure as you moan his name quietly, almost sounding like you’re crying. (You are.) Your body sets down and you feel Leon untying your ankles. ”Relax, baby.” He coos as you start moving your legs slowly. You do as he says. He lifts himself back on top of you and meets your gaze. ”Kiss me, please.” You whine and he chuckles but obliges nevertheless. He kisses you again, this time more passionetly and lovingly as his hands grope at your tits again before slowly moving up, beginning to untie your hands. Only sounds from the connection of your mouths erupt as he unties you fully. Your hands fall to your sides tiredly as Leon’s lips move to your neck again.
He doesn’t expect you to yank away from him, or slap him, or resist at all, and he’s right. Your arms slowly wrap themselves around his neck and your hand caresses his cheek. You feel his strong jaw clenching under your palm as he joins you in a kiss again. His erection rubbing at your core through his pants. Oh he’s so sure his pants have a wet spot from all the precum his tip has leaked. He humps himself on your side. ”Leon…fuck me, please.” You shyly mumble to him as you move your hands to start unbuckling his belt. ”Fuck, I knew I’d have you begging. Good girl.” You moan at his praise and his hands move to your aid, he retracts from you for a second to pull his pants down, taking his briefs at the same time.
This time, you’re the one that’s staring at him hungrily as his big cock bursts free from its confinements and rests against his abdomen. So incredebly hard that it almost slaps against the skin of his lower stomach. He’s long but kind of girthy. Pale but the tip is a flushed tone. Leon sets himself on top of you again and his hands grip at your waist. ”Fuck, need to fuck you so bad.” He whines as he readjusts your position while stroking himself up and down a few times.
You don’t bother speaking, you just whimper as he lines the tip of his cock on your pussy. He looks down at your pussy that’s begging for his dick and he feels like he’s seen heaven. He slides his lenght along your folds, gathering the slick as he nudges his tip on your still sensitive clit. You gasp from the sensation and attempt to close your thighs before Leon spreads them further apart. ”How am I gonna fuck you if you close your legs on me, sweet baby?” He teases as he starts pushing himself into you.
A low groan and a whimper leaves his mouth as he humps into you. ”Ah! S’ big…Leon…” You moan while clicking your hips together when he starts banging into you at a rough speed. Your hands intertwine behind his neck as you pull him into a sloppy kiss. Both taking breaths and moaning into each others ears, the burning sensation turns into immense pleasure as he bullies his cock deeper into your hole. ”Fuck… Ah-” Leon whimpers and you can only moan in response as he lifts your legs higher, to your chest to give himself a new, deeper angle to fuck into you.
His cock is stretching you out and his hands are everywhere. Sometimes his finger is rubbing slow circles on your still sensitive clit, pushing you over the edge. Then his hands grip strongly at your waist, holding you in place while he ruthlessly ruts into you. Then his hands are groping your ass, tightly pulling your hips to connect his as you place sloppy kisses to his neck, pulling him closer to yourself while moaning.
Leon grabs at your side and nudges you to turn over on your stomach. ”Gon’ fuck you so hard.” He groans into your ear as your body complies in the heat of the moment. You turn to lay on your stomach, hands quickly supporting yourself as Leon lifts your hips up, already rutting back into you. You moan loudly and your hands give out. Leon is fucking you so hard your face is mushed against the pillow and you try to to desperately lift your hips up for him. ”So good, so fucking good, baby.” He praises and readjusts his hands under your hips, holding you up. His cold palm moves from the front to rub circles on your clit. ”Leon! M’ close!” You moan into the pillow while your arms settle under yourself, supporting your weight as you feel your second orgasm around the corner.
His cold palm presses on your lower stomach, he smirks when he feels himself pounding so deep into you. ”Fuck baby, tell me you want it-” He groans as his thrusts turn sloppier by the second. ”I want it so bad! I want you-! Please! Cum inside me, please!” You whimper almost inaudibly, voice hoarse from all the efforts. He ruts into you a few more sloppy thrusts before he feels your pussy walls sucking him in, clenching as your body goes limp and your orgasm takes over you. He pushes himself deep in you and releases his load. You both moan in union as you feel his hot cum fill your insides. He sighs and lets your body rest on the bed as he plops down next to you.
After catching your breath, you turn to him and shyly caress his cheek. He chuckles and pulls you ontop of him, hugging you. ”Don’t worry baby.” He presses a gentle kiss on top of your forehead and you hug him tighter. It was all settled. You were his and you would let him ruin you completely. He wouldn’t do that of course, he just likes it a little rough. ”Soo….you’re gonna finally make me your girlfriend?” You giggle. He scoffs and holds you tighter. ”Yes.”
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"You Seem Tense" - Leon S. Kennedy x Fem!Teacher!Reader
A/N: this is an entirely self-indulgent fic. It’s also my first time posting smut (not first time writing, but that dies in my drafts 🫠) so feedback is appreciated! I almost feel like I am too detailed and it goes too slow, let me know if that’s the case! (P.S. you can imagine whatever Leon you want for this, but I'm partial to RE4R Leon for this one)
Summary: You had no issues being Leon's roommate. You'd often have the house to yourself when he went on "special assignment" and would be able to focus on your own career as a teacher. But one day Leon is back home, and as you're grading papers, he decides you need to relax a little bit.
CW: 18+ MDNI - No pronouns used, but reader is AFAB and fem, has long enough hair for a ponytail. No use of y/n. smut, Leon calls reader "princess", "sweetheart", "good girl", and "pretty girl", oral (m and f receiving), throat fucking if you squint, spitting, fingering, Leon denies your orgasm, unprotected p in v sex, dom Leon is a wee bit mean, creampie, cum eating.
Word Count: 3,410
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Leon lounges on the couch, mindlessly watching whatever trash TV you happened to put on before you started grading papers. He can see you at your desk in his peripheral, leaning back in your chair as you hold a paper up to read it, occasionally setting the paper down to mark it. And when you aren’t using your pen to mark it up, it taps against your lower lip.
Leon knows you should be off limits. You’re his roommate, a convenient addition to his life for when he’s away from home for weeks at a time. He shouldn’t be admiring where your pencil skirt stops on your thighs, tracing your crossed legs with his eyes, considering how they’d feel wrapped around him. He shouldn’t be staring at your lips or the way you hold the end of the pen between your teeth as you screw up your face, trying to understand whatever it is your student wrote.
He shouldn’t be hard right now.
He tears his eyes away from you, trying to exert some degree of self-restraint. And he almost groans as he hears the sound you make you when you stretch, leaning further back in your chair. He lets his eyes wander back to you discreetly, and he watches as you straighten out your legs before crossing them at the ankles. He can vividly imagine the sounds you’d make as he kisses up your calf and thigh, biting the soft and sensitive skin.
And then you basically ruin him. You pull your hair up high and tie it up in a ponytail before putting your glasses on. You look like a frazzled professional that needs to relax, and he wants to bend you over your desk as you keep grading.
He’s now uncomfortably hard, and the rational part of his brain tells him he can’t let you see. With just one glance in his direction, you’d easily see how he’s straining against his jeans. But he’s not listening to the rational part of his brain. He’s hoping you see.
He averts his gaze then clears his throat before taking a swig from his hard apple cider. Though he’s not looking your way now, he can feel your gaze on him. As he takes another sip, he slowly drifts his eyes back to you to meet your eyes. He watches as your skin flushes and you turn back to your work, and he smirks. Now you can feel his gaze on you, and your shoulders tense from the feeling. You know he stands from his seat on the couch and you can hear his footsteps approaching you, but you refuse to take your eyes off your student’s paper. You know if you make eye contact with him again, you’ll melt.
So when you feel his hands fall on your shoulders, you’re absolutely helpless. You freeze in his grasp. He brings his face down so he can say in your ear, “You seem tense.” He slowly starts moving his fingers, pressing them into your flesh from over your blouse. You let out a shaky breath and it only spurs him on. “You’ve been working hard. Relax for me…” He digs his fingers in a little harder and you slowly drop your hands down to the armrests of your chair. As you let him touch you and ease your aching muscles, you let out a half moan. You’re in such bliss that you don’t even realize when you do.
But Leon does. And it forces his fingers to grip you tighter on reflex. Every part of his body is hot, screaming at him to touch himself, or better yet, have you do it for him.
Not yet, he decides. He needs to break you down, make you want him as much as he wants you. And break you down he does.
You lean your head back against the headrest, eyes closed, and Leon can see pleasure in your features. He works his hands a little lower, just above the swell of your breasts, before ghosting them back up to your shoulders. You shudder at the feeling and Leon takes it as a sign to keep going. He dips his fingers below the high collar of your shirt and can feel the heat of your skin. Now, your body rolls just slightly, without your permission, savoring his touch.
Leon steps closer to the back of your chair and feels it against his throbbing cock, the friction causing him to breathe out a sigh of pleasure. But it doesn’t reach your ears as you’re concerned with your own pleasure.
This is it, Leon thinks to himself, I’m thoroughly fucked.
His fingers glide down your skin, this time skimming the top of your tits, testing the waters. When you take in a sharp breath but do nothing to stop him, he gets a little bolder. His lips just barely ghost against your ear. “Enjoying yourself?”
All you can do is nod.
He smirks against you. “Always working so much. You should take a break. Let me help you…” His voice is low and sultry.
You barely breathe out, “Okay,” before he’s gently slipping the left sleeve of your blouse off your shoulder. His fingers trace the strap of your black lace bra and you hear him let out a light sigh. He pulls on the strap and lets it snap back against your skin. Your body tenses up again as he does, and you can’t decide if you want to run or freeze.
“Don’t worry, princess,” he whispers in your ear. “Just relax…” And then he’s placing hot, wet kisses on your neck, and you feel like you really have melted into a puddle. His fingers begin to dance along your exposed collarbone and you shiver at the sensation. You want him to touch you more. You grab his wrist and pull his hand to your breast, wanting him to touch you there. But he gently pries your fingers from his wrist and continues to trace your collarbone and up your neck.
“Eager, are we?” he growls lowly. “You’re gonna have to be patient, princess. Hope you can forgive me for taking my time.” He goes back to kissing your neck, this time nipping at it and leaving the faintest of marks along your skin.
You whine at him. “Please, Leon… I need more.” Your finger nails dig into your armrest.
“More, huh? Would it help if I…” he drags his lips up to your jaw and kisses it sensually, “kissed you here?” His hand starts to drift around your neck. “Or what if I…” He wraps his hand around your throat and applies pressure to the sides. “Touched you here?” You start gasping from the feeling. “You like this?”
“Yes…” you whisper out. “Fuck, Leon, I–” you don’t even know what you were going to say and can’t finish your own sentence, already feeling dumb from the way he dominates you.
“You what? Go ahead, sweetheart, you can do it. Use your words,” he says as the hand that isn’t holding your throat continues the dance along your collarbone.
Your eyes are nearly rolling to the back of your head from his hold on your throat and you just barely process what he says. You muster out whatever words your brain can supply you. “I need to taste you…” Your tongue lolls out of your mouth, as if you’re trying to prove to him how much you mean what you say.
He smiles down at you and moves the hand around your throat to grip your jaw. “And what were you looking to taste, princess?” He looks down into your eyes from above you.
You gulp down your nerves as you say, “First your fingers, then your cock. Please…” You make sure not to forget your manners as you tell him what it is you want.
He smiles at your blatant want. “And why do you want that so bad?”
Here is where you swallow your pride and confess. “I’ve wanted to be on my knees for you for months…” you admit. “Wanted to jump your bones from the very beginning…”
He hums in satisfaction. “Why didn’t you just say so?” And then he’s spinning your desk chair around to face him, and he braces his arms against the desk behind you to cage you in. “Now tell me again… what you wanted to taste.” He brings a hand to tip your chin up, his thumb grazing your bottom lip.
Instead of telling him, you show him. You open your mouth and run your tongue against his thumb before taking it into your mouth. You gently suck and graze your teeth along it and moan. And you keep your eyes on his the whole time.
“Very good,” he says as you slow down. “And what was the other thing again?”
You gaze up at him with pleading eyes, but his expression doesn’t change from the soft smirk he’s had for a while. So you reach out towards him and start fumbling with his belt, trying desperately to get it off.
“Need help, princess?” he asks before undoing his belt for you and popping open the button of his jeans. You watch as his hands work, and your mouth waters at the size of the bulge pressing up against the denim. You’d seen it when he’d been sitting, but it feels much bigger up close. Now it presses against his black boxer briefs and you almost drool at the sight. You dart your eyes up to his expectantly, waiting on his next words.
He smiles down at you and runs a hand through your hair before gripping tight. “Get on your knees for me, princess.”
You comply with his request without hesitation and maintain eye contact. His hand is still in your hair, and he pulls your face so your cheek rubs up against his hard length. He smirks. “Well go ahead. Help yourself.”
You bring your fingers up tentatively to just below his navel, tracing the happy trail that leads below his waistband before you’re peeling it down and away. You swallow hard when you see just how big he is. You always figured he would be, but actually seeing it has you dazed and dumbstruck.
A small chuckle drags your gaze back up to him. “What is it, princess? Too big for you?”
Knowing that trying to say anything will just result in a jumble of words, you lick your lips and bring a hand up to wrap around his cock, giving light and small strokes. Leon lets out a sigh of pleasure and drops his head back. When he does, you run your tongue along the underside all the way up to the tip where you wrap your lips around him, eyes raised to watch his face screw up in pleasure.
The hand in your hair grips tighter and pushes you forward, forcing him into your wet mouth. Your eyes water and roll back as you feel his cock press against your tongue.
“So fucking good for me,” Leon rasps out as he begins to pull your head back before pushing you even further, his cock hitting the back of your throat. “This what you wanted, princess? Wanted me to use you like a fucking toy?” He starts to buck his hips along with pushing and pulling your head, and you have to brace your hands against his thighs. He’s fucking your mouth like a man possessed, and you’ve never been more soaked. You pull a hand from his thigh to hike up your tight skirt just enough to touch yourself, tactlessly rubbing through your panties.
Without warning, Leon shoves you all the way to his base, and you fight the urge to gag. His body shudders as he moans, and you feel the hot ropes of his cum dripping down your throat. Tears stream down your face and you moan around him from the sensation. After a few moments, he lets you go and you reel back, coughing. And then his fingers are gripping around your jaw and forcing you to look at him.
“Open that mouth, princess.”
And you do, lolling out your tongue on instinct.
Leon smiles seeing that you swallowed all his cum. Then he’s gripping your tongue and spitting on it. “Swallow.”
You whine, painfully turned on, and do as he says, opening your mouth again to show him.
He hums out a, “good girl,” and lets go of your jaw, once again bringing his hand up to grip your hair before commanding, “Up.” He tugs on your hair and you scramble to stand back up on your feet. The moment you are, he’s gripping your ass with his other hand and lifting you onto your desk. He pulls your hair to force you to lay back as he slots himself between your legs. The hand that gripped your ass is now bunching your skirt up around your waist and squeezing at your thigh. With one look at his eyes, you can see they are glazed over.
The hand that squeezes your thigh slowly makes its way to your core and he grazes a knuckle over your wet panties. “You’re fucking soaked for me, aren’t you, pretty girl?” His words have you spreading your legs wider for him. He smirks and takes it as an invitation, pushing your panties to the side before running a finger through your slick folds. Leon leans in to whisper in your ear, “I’m going to ruin this pretty little pussy with my fingers until you’re crying for my cock.” He dips a finger into you, only down to the first knuckle. “So fucking tight for me, princess.” He pushes in deeper, all the way to the base of his finger.
“Fuck!” you cry out, feeling like it’s too much and not enough at the same time. Leon smirks against your ear and starts fucking into you at a painfully slow pace. “Please, please, faster!” you beg and repeat some of his words back to him. “Ruin my pretty pussy!”
He obliges, adding a second finger as he picks up speed. Your toes are already curling from the pleasure, but you nearly scream when his thumb starts circling your clit with the perfect amount of pressure. It has you stringing together curses, unable to form a coherent thought.
A third finger sends you to the moon.
“I already fuck you dumb, sweetheart?” It’s mean, the way he says it. But it has you hurtling towards the edge.
“I-I’m gonna!... Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” you manage to spit the words out. You can feel the knot tightening low in your belly, getting closer and closer.
“Poor thing,” Leon teases, placing more pressure on your clit, bringing you right to the edge. Just as you’re about to cum, he wrenches his hand away.
Now you’re screaming and tears are threatening to stream down your face from your ruined orgasm. You can’t help but bring a hand of your own down to your core, needing to finish what he started. But before you can even touch yourself, Leon’s hand catches your wrist.
“You’re not cumming unless it’s on my cock, sweetheart.” He brings his free hand to your inner thigh, slowly inching up to where you really need his touch. “And you’re not getting my cock till you’re crying for it, remember?” A finger teases your entrance, not yet pushing in. You feel like if he did, you might cum right then and there.
You whine at his touch and feel a tear finally run down your cheek from how bad you need him. “Please… Please fuck me. Fuck me however you want, just please let me cum!” You surprise yourself with how clearly you beg for him.
The hand that was holding your wrist lets go, and he uses his thumb to wipe away the tear. He looks down at you with a fire in his eyes. “How could I say no to that?” Before you can even process what he’s doing, his hands are gripping your panties and ripping them apart, leaving your pussy completely on display. The instant they’re gone, his cock is sliding through your folds, collecting your slick and grazing your clit. His hands have a bruising grip on your hips as he holds you in place. Once again, Leon’s lips are at your ear as he whispers, “Be a good girl and scream.”
He buries himself into your pussy in one swift thrust. The stretch of his cock does make you scream as you find your nails digging into his biceps, the muscles flexed. He doesn’t give you any time to adjust as he sets a brutal pace, ramming into your pussy over and over. His hands eventually leave your hips to grip under your knees, pushing them up for a new angle.
Your eyes are permanently rolled into the back of your head and your mouth hangs open. You can feel your pussy clenching down around him and your orgasm is building again as he bullies your tight cunt. Moan after moan escapes your throat.
“Your pretty pussy belongs to me, isn’t that right, princess?” Leon asks without slowing down his pace. He wants to see you try to answer with his cock fucking you stupid.
It takes you a moment to realize he even asked you a question. Once your brain catches up, you mumble out, “Yes, s-sir…” The words have Leon’s cock throbbing and he moans at the feeling.
“Your pretty little pussy takes me so well. What a good fucking girl you are.” He slows down his pace just to make his thrusts harsher, fucking right into the spot that makes you scream again.
Again, you can feel the knot in your belly tighten. “Please! Please let me cum!” you beg him. “Want to cum on your cock! Please!”
“Good girl, asking for permission. Go ahead, princess.” He leans down to your ear one last time to command you. “Cum.”
With just a few more thrusts, you’re coming undone on his cock, pussy clenching down on him in quick succession. Your orgasm rips a wanton moan from you, so loud the neighbors could probably hear it.
Leon fucks you through your orgasm, not letting up. As your cunt squeezes him, he groans. “Want me to cum inside this sweet pussy of yours, sweetheart?”
You’re still riding the high of your orgasm as you chant out the word, “yes,” over and over again. And Leon happily listens. He buries his cock to the base as he cums, cock throbbing hard, and he swears it’s the best orgasm he’s ever had. He groans as he starts fucking his cum into you, reveling in the slickness of your cunt. After a few thrusts, he pulls out, still hard, and kneels in front of you.
You’re so blissed out you don’t realize what he’s doing until you feel his tongue against you. “Fuck, you can’t do that…” you say half-heartedly. “I-I’m too s-sensitive.”
Leon shushes you and you feel his hot breath against you. “Shh, I need to clean you up, princess. You still have work to do.” He drags the flat of his tongue from your entrance all the way up to your clit as you feel his cum leak out of you. You shudder at the feeling and twist a hand into his hair.
He hums against your pussy before fucking his tongue into you, intent on tasting the way his cum mixes with yours. He pulls back for just a moment to say, “Look so fucking pretty with my cum in you. Maybe I should fill you up a second time.” He doesn’t give you time to react before diving back in, his tongue pulling more of his and your cum into his mouth. All you can do is moan again.
You’re not sure how much time has passed before Leon pulls his mouth away, seemingly satisfied. You basically collapse back against your desk, trying to catch your breath. Leon stands and then bends to hover over you, planting his hands on either side of your head. He leans down to kiss you, and you can taste yourself on his lips, then on his tongue as he forces his way into your mouth. You suck on it and moan.
When Leon pulls away, he smirks at you.
“Break’s over, sweetheart. You better finish grading those papers.”
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HELLO MY LOVE SJSBSJ may i pwease request a Leon Kennedy x Female! Reader fluffy imagine where the reader and leon are roommates and leon comforts reader after a bad nightmare with lots of cuddles and soft forehead/lip smooching jdbsisbsjsbei OKAY BYE EUEBEIEBEJEBD
✠ Red or Blue
↳ You're not a bad person.
➶pairing: Leon s Kennedy x (FEM) Reader
➶genre: angst, fluff, mentions of blood/gore (other than zombies..) hurt/comfort.
➶prompt: "it's okay, I've got you."
➶Content includes: strong language (reader has a way with words), sickening fluff, leon being a sweetie, PTSD sort of nightmares, alcohol, death, descriptions of corpses. This is ID! Leon!! So it contains RE:ID SPOILERS.
➶WC: 3.9k idk, you count.
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A/N: I started working on this on the eleventh of January and only got to finish it now- commissions were a pain in the ASS BUT, guess who finally finished work and can write more now?🤤 anyway, some hurt/comfort for all of our needy, lonely selves. Hope you enjoy <3 I didn't proofread so if you see any grammatical error, keep it to yourself. it's between you and god now-
Fuck this DSO bag of dicks.
Shitty sons of shitty cock-sucking missions.
Fucking fuck on a stick.
Mother of-
"- Fuck."
Leon's eyes darted up from his laptop at the sounds of your angry mutters entering the apartment followed by the shuffling of heavy boots. The door was slammed shut roughly to the point he honestly thought the walls around him trembled at the gesture. That's when he closed his eyes for a moment and he sighed.
It must've been a bad mission... Again.
Your body was aching all over, certain spots were practically throbbing in pain. A hiss escaped through your teeth and you stilled, dropping the duffle bag, halfway bent into reaching to take off your boots. That colourful bruise on your lower back reminded you of the history of how you got it.
It wasn't much of a history, but it nearly got you to shit bricks at the sight of a streetlight pole falling down towards a helpless child and the first instinct you got was to push the kid away. Too bad your back didn't go unharmed.
Instead, you dragged yourself deeper into the apartment, heading straight to the kitchen as you were passing the living room where your roommate sat. You stood in your place and his piercing blue eyes bore at you as he brought his glass of whiskey up to his lips.
"Bad day?" Was all Leon had asked.
Furrowing your brows at him, you replied, exasperatedly, "Really? What gave it away?"
He let his eyes trail up to the patches of bandages on your cheek, a busted bottom lip and scattered ones all over your arms and hands. Your eyes were exhausted but something lingered in the back and he instantly knew what it was.
Guilt.
He returned his blues to yours with a slight playful but mostly serious look, "You look like you've seen better days."
Your demeanour faltered a split second, your shoulders visibly slumping. That man can read you like a book it was almost annoying. Your mission did not go well. None of it did.
"How did it go?"
Unbelievably bad, I'm in dire need of food and comfort... And you.
The words failed to form, leaving more than a lump in your throat which further irritated you. A scowl settled on your face as you sarcastically mimicked him in a bad accent while you made your way into the kitchen.
"HoW dId iT gO?"
It wasn't new to Leon to witness your snarky side. After all, you both were roommates way before the Los Illuminados mission. It was during the days where Krauser was actually on your good side.
Leon had met you after one of the higher-ups recommended you to him and Krauser for the Javier Operation. Krauser thought you were going to hinder them because beginners were never his forte and he admittedly found rookies a liability. As for Leon, he didn't mind as long as you could handle yourself in tough times.
Still, he couldn't help but watch in awe as you took down every enemy in swift movements and even managed to give him a hand in fighting the mutated Javier.
It wasn't until the government chose both of you to save the President's daughter did he get the chance to know you more. Did you even see how the entire mission went?
You'd actually laugh at his witty one-liners and he never knew if it was sarcastic or a genuine one. But he didn't care as long as that happy sound was emitting from you. And he'll never forget the moment he fell unconscious due to the plaga hatching in his bloodstream only to wake up with his head on your thighs while you were sitting on the ground, back against the wall and arms crossed against your chest with one hand loosely holding onto your gun.
You were asleep. And it was then did he realize that his feelings towards you were more than professional co-workers with the occasional banter and coffee cups.
To see you acting bitchy wasn't new. It was your way of coping with guilt. He knew if he waits, you'll most likely come around and tell him everything, but something told him that this was more than just a bad mission.
Something went terribly wrong.
As you were pouring yourself a glass of whiskey, your mind trailed away to your mission. The same one you've led. Your squad had your back just like you did to them. The objective was simple; sneak into the facility, cease any information or specimens pertaining to the virus, and save the innocent people who were being experimented on.
Mindlessly downing your whole glass in one go, you found yourself pouring yet another, the honey-coloured alcohol still lingering in the back of your throat. Your tired dull eyes bore at the marble counter, recalling the orders you were forced to make. The screams of the unfortunate rang in your ears. The terrified bloodied kid crying to you, wanting his mom as your gaze landed on the corpse of his mother and the gun in your hand.
The one who sadly went through the testing procedures.
"Shit..." You hissed lowly, feeling your head beginning to pound at the sleep deprivation and the overthinking. You reached up to gently press your palm on the side of your temple, hoping the aching and the bandaged cut would calm down a bit.
Leon stood at the entrance of the kitchen, arms crossed against his chest at your tired form. It hurt him to see you this way. You used to be so full of life despite your line of work but as the years progressed, he could see it sucking the optimism out of you. It was draining you.
You caught him from your peripheral vision as you stared down at your glass. You could feel his stare at you, scanning you.
Studying you. For a second there you almost snapped at him to cut it out, but he got to cut the silence first.
"Red or blue?"
Internally, you screamed. You eyed at Leon, nearly glaring but he kept his stare. He knew you knew. The question was simple and it helped both of you a lot post-operation. Leon too had the habit of just dipping out to his room after rough missions to get his thoughts together before he opens up to you. It saved both of you a lot of communication trouble.
Red meant 'don't want to be bothered. The mission went apeshit. Need sleep for the next 3-5 business days.'
Blue meant 'Mission could've gone better and I need a lending ear. Can we talk about it over pizza?'
Leon came up with it after the whole ordeal with Jason spreading fear. You had tried to save Shen Mei in that underground facility but was too far away and had to witness mutated Jason snap her neck in half. After that incident, you were holding your feelings in and that's when Leon decided to use the colour rule.
Usually, you'd pick blue and on some days, yellow would be your choice. Yellow was basically in the middle, not too bad, not too good. It mostly meant you were okay and was already halfway into moving on. You rarely ever picked red.
"Yellow." You lied straight through your teeth but Leon wasn't convinced. Especially after you downed the glass.
Leon's brows furrowed, "Y/N." He said in a warning tone though it was more concerned. It was a simple colour rule. You both promised each other you won't be lying. Just be honest and it's smooth sailing from there.
"What the fuck do you want, Kennedy?" You snapped, finally looking at him, "I'm not in the mood for your stupid little games, alright? Leave me alone."
Leon blinked at your outburst, closing his mouth as his eyes narrowed at you in slight annoyance and sympathy, "Red or blue."
"Did you not fucking hear m-"
"I heard you loud and clear," Leon interrupted you as he straightened up, letting his arms fall to his side, "But you didn't answer the question. Red or blue."
You scoffed at his stubborn stance, brain buzzing at the alcohol in your system. One thing to mention, you were lightweight. You knew you were lightweight, easily knocking you out whilst hindering back the constant overthinking mode.
"You're being ridiculou-"
"Wrong. Red or blue."
"I'm not in the mo-"
"Nope. Red or blue."
You could tell he was growing frustrated just as you were. Your knuckles turned white on the counter, trying to calm your shaky breathing down. Closing your eyes for a moment, you reopened them to look at him. Not only was guilt burning into your bones, but also hundreds of 'what-ifs' that made you more than mad with everything and everyone that breathes.
"Fuck. Off." Your voice shook as you hissed and he picked up on the hoarse tone behind it. Another indication that the mission had you screaming orders.
Yet he didn't budge.
"Red or blu-"
"Oh my fucking god! RED! OKAY?! FUCKING RED!" You shouted, glaring harshly at him and his eyes widened just a little, lips parting when he saw your tough demeanour falter.
Your eyes were tearing up.
Right.
You rarely ever cried too.
Leon could see you were more upset than you were mad - no, livid. You refused to blink and let the tears escape so you scoffed at him in despair and made your way to him.
"There's your god damn answer. Good. Night." You hissed at him through glistening eyes then went past him, shoulder roughly shoving past him and he didn't fail to notice the faint hitched breath and the flinch that emitted from you as you disappeared into the hallway.
"Y/N-" Leon barely managed to call out after you but the echoing of your door slamming shut silenced him and he sighed. With a deep frown on his lips, his eyes trailed to the bottle of whiskey that you left behind.
Why couldn't you see that he cared about you? He wasn't a stranger to failing a mission, everyone who had the shit luck of being in the government's eye went through it. Hell, he too would lose a co-worker or a civilian if the operation was getting out of hand. It wasn't that he wasn't a good agent, he was the best one out there.
It all depended on his inclination to help people which is why he wanted to be a cop. About ninety percent of the time, his squad would literally have to pull him away from a burning building as it would be seconds away from collapsing. Leon would be forced to watch in helplessness as it crumbled to the floor, the wailing and screams for help inside dying, leaving behind the lingering sounds of the aftermath.
Leon wanted you to understand that. Last thing he wants is for you to begin blaming yourself or drowning in your own self-pity. It was one hole that would only get worse as time passes by.
Running his fingers through the side of his hair before settling on the back of his neck, Leon set his eyes on his open laptop and files. Before agents are sent home, they are required to write the report during the flight home. It is then reviewed and submitted to the DSO's files for everyone to read and learn new information regarding the virus.
You had self-destructive tendencies when it comes to bad missions. Hell, after Shen Mei's demise, you kept yourself locked up in your room for a whole week. He'd put a plate of food and a bottle of water next to your door. You never took the offer.
Until one night, Leon followed the same routine, setting dinner, a bottle of water and a chocolate bar. Before he went down the hall, your door began squeaking open. He stood in the distance as he watched your door slide open just enough for your hand to drag the tray of food inside.
But something told him this mission was probably your last straw.
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2:36 AM, Same night.
Screaming and screeching filled your ears. Nothing was clear and you didn't know whether it was the smoke or the fact your night vision goggles was cracked. Your lungs were filled with ash and black smoke, every muscle in your body throbbed in pain as you pushed yourself up onto your knees.
By removing the goggles, your scared eyes were set on the rescue chopper that was blown to bits. Your squad were in the same shape and form as you were, all groaning in pain and one was against the tree with a piece of metal in his thigh.
Someone had set them up.
"No... No, no, no, no..." You muttered as you dragged yourself to the motionless kid that you had saved. You didn't care enough to pay attention to the empty suitcase that held the sample of the virus. Carefully, you turned the child onto his back and bit back a gag.
Half of his face was burnt and his eye was melted into its socket.
"No..." You whined, tears stinging your eyes in frustration but then a shout came from behind you.
"Captain Y/L/N, get back!"
It was one of your co-workers and you looked up to see rotten bodies beginning to emerge from the demolition. Everyone that your team had rescued and wanted to see the dawn of day was now groaning for live flesh.
The kid in your hands snarled and nearly took a bite out of your neck if it weren't for your fast reflexes, gasping sharply as you pushed him away. Instantly, you crawled back, watching in horror as the once innocent child who just wanted his mother began making his way towards you with pale dead eyes.
As some sort of a habit, you took out your pistol from your holster and aimed but your finger trembled on the trigger.
"Open fire!" Your righthand man ordered, his mind focused on saving you. His captain.
Rapid gunfire began taking down the rabid zombies and that snapped you to pull the trigger with a-
Scream.
You woke up screaming.
The door slammed open as Leon rushed in with his gun drawn, eyes scanning the place hastily before setting them on you. Your body was writhing in your sheets, shouts coming from you. Leon instantly was by your side, placing the gun on the nightstand.
"Hey, y/n! Wake up!" Leon shook your shoulders but then your arms went swinging, almost punching him in the face, "Fuck, y/n! Snap out of it!"
Leon had you sitting up to prevent you from further harming yourself before he gripped your wrists, "Come on, it's just a nightmare! Wake up!"
Putting his weight on your lower body to stop you from kicking him off, he moved your wrist to join the other in his big hand then pressed his hand flat against your mouth to muffle your screams, knowing the neighbours would probably assume the worse.
"y/n, open your eyes!" Leon shouted and you finally did, finding yourself immobilized.
Your whole body trembled as your tearful eyes were snapping around, nightmare lingering in the corner of them but Leon's gentle voice brought you to him.
"Hey, look at me." He whispered calmly, staring at you through his gentle blues as he slowly removed his hand from your face, "You're safe."
Your whole body broke down, sobbing heavily. Leon released your wrists and brought you closer to him, embracing you. Your sobs racked your body, sending you wheezing and hiccuping as your hands clung onto the back of his shirt, begging for comfort.
"It's okay." His words warmed up your neck, one hand cupping the back of your head and the other on your back, keeping you close. His body emitted such comforting warmth that reminded you of home and reality. "I've got you."
Reminded you of him.
Your throat burned from your screaming and the orders you had to make as you tried to speak.
"It - it, went bad." You started shakily, still in his hold, "We've... Our mission was to rescue the people... But the chopper went... It went down and-"
Your voice choked up as you pulled away from the hug, tears running down your cheeks as new ones began blurring up your vision and Leon's hand went down to your jawline, thumb silently wiping away an escaping tear as his eyes urged you.
'I'm here.'
"... There was a - a kid and... They turned. They all just fucking... Turned."
The final word came out of your mouth like poison, something so salty yet so bitter. Leon's eyes went gentler when you avoided his azures in... Guilt?
No.
Shame.
"I - I shot a little kid, Leon..." You stammered, voice becoming weaker, "He trusted me and I failed him."
"Hey, you better listen to me," Leon ordered gently, cupping your cheek to keep your eyes on his stern loving ones, "What happened back there was not your fault. Sometimes missions go wrong and you'd be forced to make decisions you wouldn't normally choose to make."
"But that does not make you a bad person, you hear me?" Leon's tone was both convincing and understanding, tugging at your heartstrings on the spot, indirectly reminding you of your rosy feelings towards him.
With glistening eyes, you whimpered as you nodded quietly and he smiled faintly, thumb mindlessly caressing your cheek.
"Atta girl," Leon praised softly before bringing you close to press a tender lingering kiss on your forehead, further jogging your mind about your long-living crush but you were utterly vulnerable in front of him.
He didn't want to take advantage of that.
"Do you want me to fix something up for you? You didn't eat anything before you stormed off." Leon offered and a small huff left through your lips but it wasn't snarky.
It was kind.
"I - uh - I just want to sleep, to be honest..." You admitted, subconsciously wanting to be alone and deal with your feelings on your own again.
Leon nodded though a bit reluctant as he started getting off of the bed, "Now, I'm against going to sleep on an empty stomach so how about I make us some hot cocoa?"
"... With the marshmallows?"
Leon chuckled, finding the small question and you a tad bit too adorable and he gave you a cheeky smile, "Anything for you, sweetheart. Two hot cocoa with extra marshmallows comin' right up."
You stifled a giggle as he left and you were once again left to your own thoughts. Letting out a shaky breath, you ran your fingers through your hair then blinked at the sight of Leon's signature handgun on your nightstand.
You never thought he'd ever come in guns blazing just to keep you safe. But then again, it wasn't until now did you realize how much he cared for you. Sure, during the missions he helped you a lot just like you helped him but coming through a domestic type of way, he was there for you.
The memories of opening your door around midnight and always finding a tray of food never left your mind. Feeling heat rush to your wet tear-streaked cheeks, you leaned back against the headboard and brought your blankets up to your chin to replace the warmth that he had.
That Leon gave you.
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"Did somebody order hot cocoa with marshmallows and a bowl of cherries?"
You perked up at your crush's voice when Leon came in holding onto a tray with two mugs of the hot drink and a small bowl of cherries. Your heart lept up to your throat as he set the tray down on the nightstand.
"Here you go," Leon carefully gave you the mug then placed the bowl on the mattress next to you, "We're out of sleeping pills so cherries will do just the trick."
Your heart was still racing, especially when your cold fingers brushed gently against his warm ones when you took your drink.
"Thank you..." You spoke softly as if afraid your voice would break the gentle tension in the room and he shook his head as he took a sip from his mug.
"No need for that, sweetheart," Leon said and popped a cherry into his mouth, "I know how bad missions can go, but what's important is that we've got to keep moving forward... No matter how hard it is, we have to continue living."
A faint smile reached your lips at his words. He mostly sounded like he was trying to convince you and him at the same time. You picked up on the subtle shivers that shook his body and moved your comforter aside.
"Come in, I can see you shivering."
"Wouldn't mind if I do," Leon gave you a small grin and with a roll of his eyes, he scooted closer to get under the duvets, "As long as you don't give me a black eye that is."
You giggled as you threw the duvet over him to share your warmth, "I'll make sure to be aware of my actions."
"Oh, please do." He sarcastically begged and brought the bowl of cherries in between you do.
Both of you were practically touching shoulders, enjoying the comfortable silence that hung in the air. Tilting your head up at him as his eyes were focused on the paintings and posters you had hung up, you couldn't help but admire him.
Other than he was undeniably hot, he was also kind and gentle, always wanting the best for everyone. Yeah, his decisions are sometimes government based but having known just how scary and powerful the government really is, he prefers to do whatever it takes to keep his close ones safe.
Even if it meant lying to them.
It's much better than getting them killed.
Around ten minutes in of finding comfort in one another and nearly finishing the bowl of cherries, your eyes began getting droopy and your head rested on his shoulder. Leon blinked and peered down at you, finding you were half asleep. He could tell you were still trying to stay awake, finger nervously tracing the rim of your empty mug.
"Hey, you're okay. Try and catch some sleep, alright?" Leon whispered lowly and your half-lidded eyes looked up at him. You looked so needy and alone despite him being there. Your hand shyly grasped his arm.
"Will you stay with me... Just for the night, I promise..." You asked and he knew you were afraid of going back to sleep, knowing your thoughts would be free to roam.
"Of course, sweetheart. Come on, let's get you comfortable." Leon said, taking the mugs and bowl to set them on the tray before getting you both to lie down.
You instantly found your spot beneath his chin and right on the pillow above his upper arm and Leon brought the comforter up for both of you. His other arm wrapped around you to bring you close, shielded from the world and real-life nightmares alike.
A soft breath escaped through your parted lips, relishing in his natural body heat and the Dior cologne that always lingered on his clothes.
"... Leon?"
"Yeah?"
"... Do you... Do you really think I'm not a bad person?"
"No," You felt this chest rumble every time he spoke and he brought you closer to his embrace, "Not at all. You're a good person, y/n. Don't ever let anyone tell you otherwise."
There's the colour rule; Red, Blue, and Yellow.
But how about Pink?
How about 'I love you's? Was it too early? Too late?
Leon heard you sniffle and planted a kiss on top of your head as a reminder that he was still here with you, "Just close your eyes, sweetheart. I'll still be here when you open them again."
And he kept his promise.
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They Were Roommates
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Roommate!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader
For the anon who asked for roommate Leon! 💜 I hope I did it justice 😬 🫣 this is pretty much just smut not much lead up 🫣
Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, masturbation, voyeurism, dirty talk, unprotected sex, slight oral, cum swallowing, uhh I think that’s all lol
Not proofread (you know me 💁♀️ lmao)
Title pulled from a vine! It’s one of my faves lmao 🤣
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“What do you mean you didn’t put in the ad?”
You know your voice is pitching higher, but this couldn’t get any worse. The guy at least has the good grace to look apologetic.
He rubs the back of his head, “Yeah, I guess my old roommate put that out but he ended up moving instead of me. He never told me he even made an ad, so I’m really sorry about that.”
Frustrated tears prick your eyes but you ignore them.
“So there’s no room to rent? This is literally my last resort before sleeping out in my car.”
He looks at your earnest face and the bags at your feet. You watch as his blue eyes dart back into the apartment and he frowns.
“Well, do you have any references?” He finally sighs, “if you’ll give me their numbers, I’ll call them and if everything’s kosher I’ll let you rent the room.”
“Really?” Your smile lights up your whole face, “yes, I have some printed out. You’d really be doing me a favor.”
He blushes as you hand him the reference paper in question, looking down at it then back up at you, “I just don’t feel comfortable letting you go without somewhere to stay.”
“Thanks, that’s really nice of you,” you nod your head at the paper, “I’ll chill out here until you’re finished with that.”
“No,” he shakes his head, opening the door wider, “you can at least sit in the living room. I’ll make these calls and we can go from there.”
And that’s how your first meeting with Leon S. Kennedy, your current roommate, went. So after months of living together, getting used to each other’s schedules and eating habits, you fall into a really nice and comfortable pattern. Leon is tidy and polite, but also kinda dorky and sweet.
You find yourself excited to come home after a long, grueling day at the office. Leon works in law enforcement so sometimes he’s working opposite hours from yourself; this week, however, your schedules are synced and it’s Friday night which means movies and pizza. Even better is you got to leave work early, a rare occurrence that you won’t take for granted!
Opening the front door, you drop your keys back in your bag and sing out, “Honey, I’m home!”
You hear a muffled thud from the living room, making you pause in the entryway—door half shut behind you.
“Leon?” you call out hesitantly.
Hearing no answer, you quietly set your bag down and slowly inch your way further in the apartment. You peek around the wall into the living room and hold in a gasp.
Leon is practically naked, the only thing covering his modesty is the flimsy boxers he has on—doing nothing to disguise the fact his dick’s hard.
You notice a box of tissues tipped over in the floor along with lube which must be what caused the noise. Covering your mouth with your hand, you can’t pull your eyes away from the scene in front of you.
Leon has his phone in hand, headphones connected, as he splays out lazily on the couch. His thighs are spread wide, taking up as much space as possible. You can see his other hand slide underneath the band of his underwear and jerk himself off in his boxers.
“Fuck,” he whispers, eyes glued to his phone, hand picking up speed.
He rests his head on the back of the couch for a moment then pulls his cock completely out of his boxers. You have to swallow down a whine as you see how big and thick Leon’s cock is, throbbing in his hand as he pulls the foreskin down to show off the fat, oozing tip. You rub your thighs together to ease the ache in your clit.
Leon groans low in his throat and slowly strokes his cock, teasing his fingertips across the head. He fingers the slit, precum oozing out and coating his fingers making them sticky. He sets his phone on the couch so he can keep watching but use both hands on himself.
He pants and keeps slowly teasing himself with slow, light touches using one hand on his cock as the other gently rolls and tugs his balls. Your mouth waters at the thought of walking the rest of the way into the room and getting on your knees in front of him. As you watch Leon, slick drips from your pussy and fills your panties, making them wet and clingy.
Leon tosses his head back with a low moan. He humps up into his hand as he fucks his fist in short steady strokes. Pausing, he reaches down for the lube and coats his hand in the clear, shiny liquid. He brings his coated palm back to his dick and moans as he jerks himself off more easily.
“So wet,” he whispers to himself, “being so good for me, huh.”
You feel shameful arousal curling in your belly as you watch Leon in a private, intimate, moment; but you can’t help ask why he’d do this in the living room? You know you’re home early, but—
Wait, your eyes widen as your brain whirs with thoughts— is this even the first time? You bite your lip to stop yourself from whining. God, how many times has Leon jerked off in the living room while you weren’t here? Or even when you were??
“So good,” Leon’s voice rumbles, “suck that cock, baby, fuck.”
His hips slowly thrust up as his hand tightens around the thick shaft, “You’ve got such a pretty fucking mouth, sweetheart.”
Those words make you dizzy with arousal, a hot surge flooding your body so quickly it feels like you’re going to pass out. You rub your thighs together and can feel yourself starting to leak through your panties.
Leon starts to fist his cock more roughly, precum and lube oozing over his knuckles.
He groans, voice gravelly, “Can barely fit me in your mouth, baby.”
He bucks his hips up hard, “God, can even see how far you get cause of that ring of lipstick around my cock.”
You bite into the meat of your palm to curb any sounds, not wanting to get caught. You swallow thickly at the thought of getting caught while watching Leon get off. Maybe he’d want to see how far your mouth would fit around him. Leave your own sheen of strawberry lipgloss around his fat length. You rub your thighs together again, feeling more turned on than ever before in your life.
Leon groans, pulling your attention back to him away from your own thoughts. One of his hands is still tugging his heavy looking balls while the other keeps a tight tunnel formed around his cock.
You really want to touch yourself, but it’s hotter to just watch Leon. You can always get off later, remembering this moment.
Your wide eyes continue to watch as the leaky tip of Leon’s dick peeks out of his fist on every stroke—teasing you with the promise of hot cum on your tongue if you only dared enough to go in there for a taste.
He quickly jerks himself harder, sounds of shlick shlick shlick filling the air. Leon starts humping up into his slick fist, growling in satisfaction as he rolls his hips just right.
“Fuck, you take it so well, baby. A tight little throat just for me.”
Your nipples tighten under your bra, clit throbbing with need. You’re so wet, you can feel it leaking down your thighs now. Torn between wanting to leave to touch yourself or watch Leon finish, you ultimately want to see him come undone.
“Gonna cum all over that cute face, sweetheart,” Leon moans out, thrusting his hips harder as his hand strokes faster.
Leon’s head lolls back on the couch, eyes closed as he strokes himself faster to completion.
“Yes, fuck,” he groans, low and deep, as ropes of cum spurt across his abs and chest, coating himself in white sticky strands.
Your pussy flutters, aching and throbbing— needing something in your wet hole. Eyes darting up to his blissed out expression, his own eyes thankfully closed, you quietly tiptoe backwards to the front door.
You pick your bag up off of the floor and pull the half open door completely open and walk out. You softly shut the door and lean back against it, blowing out a harsh breath.
You really don’t know how you’re going to react when you look Leon in the face, but I guess that’s just something you’ll wing when you get to it.
Giving yourself several minutes to calm down, you finally re enter the apartment acting like it’s the first time.
“Heey I’m home!” You yell, a little louder than usual, but you really hope Leon hears you this time.
“Oh uh, hey,” you hear Leon call back, voice nervous, “you’re home early.”
“Yep!” you take more time than usual to close and lock the door behind you, dropping your bag in the floor near the coatrack.
“Cool, I haven’t ordered the pizza if you wanna go ahead. I’m actually gonna grab a quick shower,” you can hear his voice get further away as he walks deeper into the apartment.
You listen for the bathroom door to shut and once your hear it, you let out a relieved sigh. Opening up your phone, you just order the usual Friday night spiel and walk to your bedroom.
Once inside, you close and lock the door. You shed your clothes like they’re on fire and quickly climb into your bed. This isn’t your usual way of doing things, but your brain is a little too fried to think outside of the image of Leon’s thick cock.
You grab a pillow you only use as decoration and swing a leg over it as you kneel on top of it. Rocking your hips down, your clit grinds against the fabric and makes you whimper. Slick is steadily dripping from your needy hole as you hump your pillow, imagining Leon in its place.
Using one hand to keep the pillow steady, your other hand comes up to tease and pinch at your nipples, shooting bolts of pleasure straight to your clit making you cry out softly.
“Leon,” you whimper, rolling your nipples between your fingers.
You rock against the pillow faster, already so close just from watching Leon earlier, dragging your wet sensitive clit over and over the coarse pillowcase.
“God, ‘m gonna cum,” you whine out loud, eyelashes kissing your cheeks as your hips stutter and grind down, cumming so quickly it makes your thighs spasm.
Slick covers your pillow as you shakily let your hips drop down to sit. Your clit pulses with aftershocks while you pant to catch your breath.
“Fuck,” you whisper to yourself, flopping down onto your bed and pushing your used pillow into the floor.
Your phone dings and you lazily grab it from your nightstand and look at the notification, reading that the pizza delivery is on its way.
Pushing yourself up, you get out of bed and go to throw on some ratty pajamas when you pause.
You pull out a sleeker, prettier matching pj set—a thin teasing top with matching shorts. Deciding to try your luck, you put them on and give yourself a once over in the mirror. You fluff your hair and apply a quick layer of gloss on your lips, puckering them at the mirror before grinning at yourself.
Spinning around, you make your way out of your room and into the shared living space hoping to, subtly, grab Leon’s attention as you hang out for the night.
It works or at least maybe it does—it could be you’re looking too much into things; frowning to yourself, you shake your head and go back to relaxing on the couch. The pizza’s long since gone and now you’ve been chilling in the living room, watching b-rate horror flicks and chatting. You at least think Leon has been looking at you when you weren’t paying attention, but it’s hard to say when you’re not paying attention.
You sigh out loud and cross your legs.
“Something the matter?”
You start and turn to Leon with a sheepish smile, “Yeah just thinking.”
He squints his eyes at you, “Mmhmm.”
You laugh this time and kick out your foot to push his knee with your toes, “Fuck off, it’s nothing important.”
He grabs your foot and presses his thumb in the arch making you suck in a sharp breath.
“You’ve been on your feet all day, haven’t you?” he asks, eyes looking down to his hands now rubbing your foot.
You feel like melting into the couch cushions, a hot coil of want slowly unraveling in your belly.
“Yeah,” you say quietly, “was a long day.”
His brow pinches as he looks back up to you, “Did you talk to your boss about—“
You groan and flop back into the couch arm, kicking your other foot up into Leon’s lap, “Yes, mom. I talked to him and he said until we can hire a replacement, that we’re all just gonna have to ‘do our best for the team’.”
You roll your eyes and grumble, “Like he even does anything more than clock in.”
Leon grabs your other foot and traces along the arch, “I can go talk to’em if you need me to.”
Your smile spreads across your face, “You really would, wouldn’t you? You’re so sweet, Leon.”
His blue eyes drag up from your legs and skimpy sleep shorts, across your body with the nearly sheer top, to look up into your face, “You need someone to take care of you from the sounds of it.”
You gasp out loud at that and Leon wraps his hands around your calves, yanking you down the couch til your ass lands in his lap.
“Hoping I would notice your slutty little getup, honey?” his smoky voice murmurs in your ear, snapping the band of your shorts, “trying to show me what I’m missing out on, huh?”
Your head spins from the complete 180 Leon is pulling, but you feel a thrill run down your spine.
“Just wanted to feel pretty,” you say, feeling hot all over, hands plucking at the hem of his shirt.
“So pretty, baby,” he affirms, hands running up your calves to your splayed thighs, thumbs softy grazing your skin.
His hands slide from your thighs, up your hips to pet at your sides.
“Heard you get off earlier too, honey,” he whispers hotly in your ear, “walls are thinner than you think.”
You lean back to look him in the eye, “B-but how? I thought you were in the shower.”
He grins at you, “I forgot something so I stepped out to grab it. Not like it’s the first time hearing you anyway.”
Embarrassment makes you squirm on his lap, ducking your head down, “I didn’t know.”
“Sure, baby,” he kisses your jaw, fingers dipping below the band of your shorts and panties, fingers finding your leaking hole and slowly sinking into your pussy.
“Leon!” You cry out, spine arching until your chest is pressed against him.
“How d’you think I don’t hear you?” He rumbles, making your nipples stiffen in your shirt, “stuffing your fingers in that needy fucking cunt night after night.”
You gasp, hips rocking down into his fingers, pussy clenching around the digits.
“M sorry,” you hiccup, eyes watering, “I’ll do better.”
“Yeah you will,” he rubs his thumb across your swollen clit, “cause I’m gonna start giving this little pussy what she needs, whenever and wherever I want. Sound good?”
“Leon,” you whimper, hands grabbing at his forearms, tendons flexing as he keeps finger fucking you on the couch.
“Seems like every night, I’m in my room stripping my cock raw from those hot breathy moans you make,” he murmurs in your ear, low and smoky, “wore my fleshlight out the first month you moved in, baby.”
Your eyes rolls back as slick leaks from your pussy all over his hand.
“Like that huh,” he laughs, tongue dipping in your ear before he places a wet kiss on the shell, “s’true, never made such a mess til you moved in, always fucking into that fake pussy thinking of yours.”
You moan high in your throat, “Leon, please, want you so much.”
“Yeah? Y’sure? Don’t want me using my toy, want me in this needy cunt?”
“Yes, yes,” you grind your hips down harder, his fingers stretching your hole open, “want it so bad.”
You whine and tug at his wrist til he finally slides his fingers out of your drenched pussy.
“Gonna give it to you sweetheart,” he promises you, eyes heated and dark, “gonna fuck you open right here, and then I’m gonna bend you over that kitchen counter and eat your pretty pussy til you cry for me.”
“Leon!” You gasp wantonly, “in me please. Wanna feel you.”
He pulls out his hard cock, smacking the head against your clit, making your hips jump.
“Sit on me, want you to ride me baby,” he grins, guiding his dick into your drippy hole but not pressing in any further.
You whimper and rock your hips, easing down his thick cock inch by inch until you’re sitting flush against him. He’s so deep in your pussy, it feels like he’s in your throat. You moan as he grinds up into you, fingers pinching and tugging at your hard nipples.
“Mmm just like that baby, feel so much better than that plastic pussy,” he groans, twisting your nipples until you’re whining, “god, love the sounds you make.”
Pulling his hands away, he slaps across your breasts making your back arch your chest towards him.
“Leon,” you mewl, tears slipping from your eyes because of the sting.
“I know,” he soothes, slapping across your tits again, “feels good doesn’t it, baby?”
You dig your nails into his big biceps, bouncing down in his lap to stuff his cock repeatedly into your hole.
He slaps across each hard nipple until they’re puffy and swollen. You moan and hump down on him harder, the pain bleeding into pleasure and making you even wetter. One hand dips between your bodies to softly rub across your clit; he drags his fingers lower to stroke your pussy lips, getting his fingertips wet and dragging them back up to circle around your swollen bud.
“Greedy little thing aren’t ya, honey?” he laughs deep in his chest, “c’mon ride me a little harder, baby.”
He moves both of his hands down to grab the fat of your ass and fuck up harder into your clenching pussy.
“Leon,” you moan, fingers digging into the tense muscles on his shoulders, “gonna cum.”
“Already?” he scoffs, “pretty easy cunt ya got here then, sweetheart.”
You cry out, the sound of skin slapping and your pussy squelching from his rapid thrusts are so loud in the small living room, making your walls flutter and clamp down on his pistoning cock.
“Wanna cum,” you sloppily kiss down Leon’s jaw to his neck, sucking a bruise into his skin, “want you to cum with me.”
Leon groans, sounding pained, “Sure, honey. Where do you want it?”
“My mouth,” you pant out quickly, “cum in my mouth, please.”
“Fuck,” he laughs choppily, “okay then sweetheart. I’ll cream your little throat.”
You whine and rock your hips down faster, “Yes, yes, Leon, so good.”
One hand moves to your hip to help you keep up a quick rhythm and the other goes back to rubbing and flicking your sensitive clit.
“C’mon, honey, cum on my cock so I can fill that pretty mouth,” he smirks and shakes the hair out of his face, “you can do it, be a good girl and cum for me.”
Leon bottoms out in your pussy and just grinds against your g-spot as he teases and pinches your clit; your thighs lock up as your orgasm washes over you, pussy clamping down and milking his cock, clit throbbing under his thumb as he keeps up the slow steady circles on the sensitive nerves.
“Good girl, good girl just for me,” he noses your hairline, feeling your body shake as he overstims your clit, “get in the floor, honey, ‘m ready for you to swallow this load.”
You moan and arch up, begrudgingly pulling yourself off of his dick so you can kneel between his thighs on the floor.
“Want it, Leon,” your glazed eyes peer up at him, watching as he fists his cock in front of your mouth.
“Oh you’re gonna get it, baby,” he grunts, “open that fucking mouth.”
You part you lips and loll your tongue out, whining when you feel hot spurts of jizz land on your tongue and lips.
“Fuck that’s it,” he groans, watching you with sea dark eyes, hand slowly stroking his dick, feeding each spurt of cum into your open, eager mouth.
You moan, the sound garbled from the cum pooling on your tongue and sliding down your throat.
With one last groan, he lets go of his twitching cock. You watch as it droops, a drop of cum beading on the fat tip making you duck froward to lap at the head.
“Baby,” he hisses, “a little early for me to go again,” he laughs and rubs his thumb across your bottom lip.
Your tongue darts out to lap at his thumb, “S’good though?”
“The best, sweetheart,” he leans down to pull you up in his lap, “can’t wait to taste you later.”
You sigh, eyes drooping in pleasure. Guess that pajama set really did work out in your favor.
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office exec x fem!reader:
Out of the Blue
You’re All I’ve Got Tonight
roommate x fem!reader:
They Were Roommates
I’m With You
sugar daddy x fem!reader:
As the Rush Comes
Who’s Crying Now
las plagas x fem!reader:
Got No Human Grace
re2make cop x fem!reader:
Playing Dangerous
friends with benefits:
Defective (Lack of Control)
masseuse x fem!reader:
Turbo Lover
dogman x fem!reader:
Stay Right Through
I Only Touched Her Hips (But She Saw It)
professor x fem!reader:
The Subject of Schoolgirl Fantasy
puppy x fem!reader:
Because
Guess Who? <Valentine’s Day one shot>
priest x fem!reader:
December Winds
boyfriend’s dad x fem!reader:
Magic Man
real dad x daughter fem!reader:
Family System
Show Me Love
Who Knows What She’s Gonna Say?
Red Flags and Long Nights
Oh By Gosh, By Golly
Turbo Killer (foursome w/ Krauser & Ashley)
real uncle x niece fem!reader:
Buried In Water
doctor leon x fem!reader:
Calling Dr. Love
las plagas & shape shifter crossover:
Mutual Future
dogman x puppy!fem reader:
Bound For the Floor
real bro x sister fem!reader:
I Want You (So Bad)
blurbs:
Identification
Fat Lip
What Friends Are For
Rain
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