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Pathetic | Leon S. Kennedy oneshot

pairing: sub! re2 stepbro! leon s. kennedy x fem!reader (afab)

summary: the reader and leon always hated each other, ever since her mother and his father decided to merge the families. one night, when the reader gets ready for a date, her and leon find out a secret desire both of them have been hiding.

word count: 2.5k

disclaimer: this is a work of fiction! i do not condone everything i write, my writing doesn’t reflect all my morals. if any of the following warnings trigger or make you feel uncomfortable, scroll away; you are in charge of what content you’re consuming. this work is 18+ only, minors are strongly advised not to interact.

warnings: NSFW 18+ content. female anatomy and she/her pronouns used for reader. detailed smut: stepcest, dominance and submission, f stepping on m, degrading (m receiving), unprotected sex, p in v, oral sex (m receiving), tasting cum, hair pulling, tit play, and creampie.

The day of your mother and Leon’s father’s wedding was when you two needed to get along, but that wouldn’t happen. You two went to the same high school, hating one another; it was the most ironic and hilarious moment when you had to start living together. Everyone in the school always commented on how funny it was, constantly asking what it was like to be siblings and commenting on how you needed to “end the war” and befriend one another.

But like everyone with a sibling, arguments got worse between you, but this didn’t stop your parents' union. You remembered wearing that frilly pink dress, unflattering and too big on you, but it was what your mother wanted. Standing with the other bride’s maids, you kept death-staring Leon — him reciprocating — and you both knew the arguments and fighting would be a part of your life.

You were both in your early twenties now, saving up to move out; your parents desperately wanted both of you gone, the constant fighting was getting too much, and they wanted to spend more quality time with each other.

For the weekend, your parents — well, your mother and the man she married — were away for an anniversary, something they would do every year, leaving the house for just you and Leon. Right now, you were getting dressed and putting on your favourite skirt and fishnet stockings, getting ready for your date; you were going to meet a guy off Tinder. You wanted to take every opportunity to go on as many dates as possible, parties, and have as much fun as possible, planning to invite your date to stay the night if things went well. While thinking about your date, you were putting on your eyeliner while your favourite music was blasting from your phone; the music connecting to the speaker to annoy Leon, laughing to yourself every time you heard him shout: “Turn it off!”.

You knew you got under his skin when you heard heavy footsteps coming closer to your room, preparing yourself for another argument; Leon burst through the doors as you finished your eyeliner, giving him a smug look as he stared at you in frustration.

“Do you need to play it that loud?” you nodded, pulling your speaker closer so he couldn’t turn it off.

“I’m trying to play a game with Chris.”

You turned it down, only to speak to him, planning to turn it back on right after he left: “If it’s that much of a problem, go to his house… I need you gone for tonight anyway, inviting Mason over.”

“Ah, another guy… Sounds like something I can tell Mom and Dad,” he always tried to scare you, but it wasn’t going to work, your mother was always forgiving of everything you did, and Leon’s father was always trying to win you over — “the favourite” was the best way to describe you.

“Think about it for a moment; they never believe you,” Leon looked to the ground when knowing your words had the truth, “Now… Please leave me alone, I don’t want to see your face when I return.”

“Whatever, continue being a slut for all I care,” he turned around to leave the room.

Your eyes widened; you knew you had a different style but didn’t think Leon would insult you that way.

“Fuck you!” you exclaimed; before Leon knew it, you pushed him to the ground, wincing in pain as the carpet scraped along his arms, looking at you with fear, “Listen here, you little twirp, don’t you dare call me that again, or I’ll make you regret it!” anger lingering in your words, Leon continuing to look at you with fear as you stepped on his chest, feeling his breathing quicken as you continued to shout as him and put him in his place.

You were about to lift your foot away from his chest, looking at him all scared and vulnerable, looking down and seeing there was an imprint on his sweatpants; as you looked down, Leon blushed with embarrassment; he had tried to keep it in and not let you see it.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” this only made you step harder onto Leon’s chest, making his breathing quiver under your control, “How pathetic… You’re getting hard for your little sister.”

You witnessed him squirm as you pressed more force onto him, seeing him get harder.

“Y-yes, fine, I have… liked you for a while… I never hated you… P-please, can you get off me? You’re hurting me,” you thought momentarily, deciding to show him some mercy, lifting the pressure off him and seeing him prop himself upright as he looked at you — still hard and showing an imprint on his sweatpants.

“You’re a disgusting little pervert, aren’t you?” a smirk crept on your face as you folded your arms.

While calling him all the names under the sun, this excited you. You had to admit Leon was extremely attractive and you hated admitting it. Eating at the same table as him and having your bedroom next to his was too much; falling under the illusion that you hated him was easier than admitting to the dark fantasies of wanting your stepbrother to fuck you.

Having these thoughts spiral through your head as you stood there, looking into Leon’s blue eyes — it was interrupted by a ping on your phone. Returning to your room and hearing Leon slowly follow you, wanting more and more. Your eyes glanced over your phone, seeing that Mason decided to flake on you; he gave you some excuse of having a headache; you just rolled your eyes— you weren’t disappointed and knew it would just be another deleted contact. Turning around as you placed your phone back on the table, you saw Leon standing in the doorway, messing with the long sleeves of his shirt and looking down while blushing.

“What do you want?” you asked.

“Well… It seems like you’re going to be free,” Leon could sense something had happened with the lack of agency to walk out the door, “I, um, I was wondering —”

You raised an eyebrow: “You want to fuck me, don’t you?” It wasn’t hard to read him like a book; he was practically desperate for your touch again, still hard from your degrading actions.

Like you, Leon was always attracted to you; how couldn’t he? You were beautiful; all the guys in high school wanted to be with you. Every time you would wear any outfit that exposed some skin drove him crazy, he could control himself throughout the day, but when everyone was asleep, he locked his bedroom door and started touching himself to the thought of you, slowly caressing his cock to the image of your cleavage or whatever was on show — wanting more than just a thought. This was when he could get the “more” and finally live his most profound and darkest fantasies with you. Was he ashamed? Of course, he was; who wants to admit they want to fuck their step-sister? But he felt his attraction slowly overtake him. You never made it easy with the outfits or walking to your room and going past his door in nothing but a towel, leaving Leon to wonder what it would be like if that towel just dropped, just once — he was disgusted with himself.

“Please… You already know the effect you have on me… I need you,” hearing those words made you wet; hearing his pleas and seeing him all desperate and vulnerable, you liked that you had the upper hand.

You moved closer to him, hearing his breathing shallow as he got more nervous — his blushing cheeks giving it all away — pressing your hand on his imprint and feeling how big he was under those sweatpants.

“Do you like it?” you asked as you continuously moved your hand along his length.

He nodded and looked down at you, seeing your exposed cleavage with his height towering over you; he then moved his hand on your cheek, moving into a passionate and lustful kiss. It was wrong, disgusting, all the words you could use, but you couldn’t deny how wet it made you, feeling your clit pulsate and beg for his cock to ram itself inside you. Before you knew it, Leon moved his hands, grazing your ass and reaching your thighs.

You stopped him momentarily: “Did I give you permission to touch me like that, Leon?” he shook his head, his cock twitching with pleasure the more you controlled him.

“Get on the bed,” you demanded.

Leon followed suit, lying on your bed, waiting for you to join him. You removed your top, exposing your chest covered by a bra, making Leon stare at your beautiful body that was only covered with a skirt, fishnets, and bra now. You started to crawl towards him on the bed, getting on top of him and meeting his blue eyes that communicated his desperation for you; you started to grind your hips, grinding and feeling his large cock underneath his pants, yearning to be exposed so it could finally see what you felt like. You traced your fingers from his yaw down to the band of his pants, feeling him shake as he anticipated what you would do next.

“What do you want me to do to you, Leon?” you said seductively, rubbing his clothed cock, distracting him as he thought.

“Whatever you want, I just… I just need you so much right now,” he said breathlessly; you smirked at his vulnerability, knowing precisely what you wanted to do with him first.

You moved down, your fingers gripping the band of his pants, seeing his cock spring up as it was exposed in front of you; Leon gasped as the cold air hit his skin; both of you blushing as you saw the precum that had already lingered on the tip of his cock. You traced the tip of your finger on it, feeling the tacky liquid on your finger as you moved it to your tongue, making Leon bush harder as he saw you lick it and taste him for the first time.

“Oh fuck,” you heard Leon say under his breath, seeing how beautiful and sexy you were.

You then swirled your tongue on his tip, being met with Leon wincing in pleasure, not breaking eye contact as you turned the twirling into your mouth taking more of his length; you loved hearing Leon moan, hearing the way he said your name as you gave him the best pleasure he had ever had. You moved your mouth up and down, Leon interlocking his fingers in your soft hair, gently moving your head down and loving how you looked as your eyes met his.

“You’re so good at this,” Leon uttered as his fingers started to caress your cheek, looking at you like you belonged to him.

It was hypnotic to look at you, the way you made Leon shake and curl his toes as he tried not to cum too fast — even though he was desperate to see what you would look like with his cum all over your face — he wanted to make sure he felt your walls surround his cock before he released himself.

“Oh my… fuck… Please let me fuck you already; I need to know what you feel like,” his breathing became more laboured.

You moved your mouth away from his cock, it glistening wet from your actions, watching him as he propped himself upright to meet your face, inches away from your lips. He moved into another wet kiss — not caring what you had previously done — you moved your fingers into his hair, gently tugging and hearing Leon softly groan as you made him endure more pain.

“I love seeing you squirm like that,” you said between kisses.

Leon continued to connect his lips to yours desperately, his hands trailing behind your back as he tried to remove your bra; you couldn’t help but smile as you felt the failed attempts until you finally heard the unclasping sound. He threw your bra out of the way, it landing across the room; Leon then took the opportunity to move his warm hand on your breast and squeeze it hardly; you moaned as he groped you, feeling his thumb circle your erect nipple.

“Can you please get on all fours, please,” Leon politely asked; you couldn’t help but love how he asked.

You followed his wishes, twirling your body into an all-fours position arching your back and exposing your thong to Leon, making him blush even more. His fingers laced around your inner thighs, making you shudder as he approached your wet centre.

“Should I be careful with your stockings or —” you cut him off.

“Just rip them… I don’t care, just get on with it,” you were eager and longing for Leon.

His fingers interlocked in the holes of your stockings, pulling them apart and creating a massive ripped hole, moving your thong over to the side and revealing your wet glistening pussy — making his cock twitch and release another pooling of precum. At first, he started to rub his cock along your soaking slit, making you get more desperate, biting your lip in anticipation.

“Can’t believe you wanna fuck your little sister’s pussy, Leon,” you wanted to tease and humiliate him, knowing he liked the degrading.

He liked it, showing you this by pushing his tip slowly inside you, making your breathing quicken, and finally pushing his whole cock inside your wet and swollen cunt, and gasping. As he continued to push himself, you screamed his name, grabbing fistfuls of the blanket.

“Oh fuck, Leon!” you couldn’t keep your moans in as you tried to get used to his size, loving the feeling of his length moving through your walls.

“You’re so tight, fuck,” Leon continued to groan, trying his best to control himself, getting more difficult as your walls tightly surrounded his member.

All the tension between you two had been building up for ages — finally getting released in the pleasure you were giving one another — lost in the ecstasy of each other bodies colliding together in an orgasmic union.

“You’re so pathetic,” you degraded him even more, Leon moving his cock quicker as you kept giving him what you wanted, “Such a little pervert,” you continued as you looked back to Leon’s face that was plastered with a red tint of blush.

He continued to push his cock harder inside you, feeling and hearing how wet you were because of him, his nails digging into your skin.

“Leon, I’m going to cum, don’t stop!” you moaned loudly.

“Please, please cum for your big brother,” his grip on your ass got harder, knowing bruises would form from how he dug his nails in you, his movements gaining a sense of urgency in his quick pace.

You released yourself all over Leon’s cock; him loving how it felt and seeing it trickle down and glaze his members and your inner thighs; this happened because his touch made your release easier. He finally came inside you, making you roll your eyes to the back of your head as you felt warmth pool inside you. You were both breathless, collapsing on the bed and Leon sitting beside you.

“Looks like you’re good at some things… You’re not entirely useless,” you teased him.”

“I-I can show more of what I can do,” he stuttered.

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”YOU SEND ME RIGHT TO HEAVEN”

i. PAIRING — Leon Kennedy x GN!Reader

ii. SYNOPSIS — Fresh out of police academy, Leon heads back to his hometown to crash with his best friend before he has to move to Raccoon City. The only problem is, you’re there too — his best friend’s sibling. He has been harboring feelings for you for years, so being under the same roof as you rekindles some emotions he wasn’t able to bury. You were in a similar position.

iii. CONTENT — MDNI, 18+, mutual feelings + confessions, fluff, kissing, making out, brief mentions of masturbation, blowjob (Leon receiving), lube, fingering (reader receiving), penetrative sex, protection, consent checks, aftercare, you just graduated college (so around same age as him), banter, he’s like the boy next door, late night car ride, he’s kinda cliche and throws a rock at your window, no mention of parents, I tried to make this more dialogue heavy woo, in Grammarly I trust, let there be no typos

iv. WC — 8.6k

Leon drummed his fingers against the leather fabric of his steering wheel, humming along to the song playing in his car. He was excited, parked outside of his old high school’s friend house — which by extension, was your house too.

He was fresh out of police academy, a soon-to-be rookie at the Raccoon City Department. He packed some bags with enough of his belongings and drove back to his hometown, wanting to spend some time with his good and most trusted pal before he settled down in a new city and focused on his work.

He took his keys off the ignition, got off, and got his bags. His hands were full when he walked up to the front door, so he rang the doorbell with his elbow. For some reason, he felt a tad bit nervous. He’d seen your brother maybe over six months ago, but he hadn’t been inside the place in a while, maybe a few years.

When the door began to open, he was almost ready to say your brother’s name. Instead, he was greeted with a special someone he hadn’t expected to see. You.

Leon nearly dropped his bags. He hadn’t seen you in a couple of years because you decided to dorm at a university. Right. Yes. You must’ve graduated by now.

“Leon?”

God, your voice almost made his jaw slacken. He loved hearing his name come out of your lips.

He didn’t even get a chance to respond — managing to keep his ground when you stepped out to hug him. “It’s so good to see you! It’s been what, like two years already?”

“Woah — yeah, yeah…something like that. It’s really good to see you too.”

You made his heartbeat spike. Your arms around him, the way you leaned against him. Granted, he was standing somewhat stiffly because he was holding his bags. But…he couldn’t resist you — he let them drop onto the patio floor with a couple of thumps before he wrapped his arms around you. He tried to do so in the most platonic way possible, fearing he’d see the light if your brother happened to join the scene.

Leon had a thing for you. Always had. Always will.

He was too scared to do a damn thing about it, in his eyes, you were simply off limits. Like a forbidden fruit, a temptation that couldn’t be indulged in without some sacrifice.

He let his arms linger back to his sides when you pulled away, and he sucked in a breath.

“Come on in,” you flashed him that gleaming smile of yours as you reached for one of his bags to help him out. “My brother’s upstairs cleaning up his room. He said he’s setting up a bed for you…I think.”

“Yeah, he wouldn’t let me take the couch. Said he wanted me to be his roommate, so it’ll be just like old times.”

Leon was hit with a wave of nostalgia as he took a look at the interior, it looked exactly like he remembered. Not much had changed, aside from the addition of some photos, a wall-mount TV instead of a TV stand, and other small details here and there.

“You’ve changed a lot. In a good way.” You spoke up.

“Have I?”

“Yeah, I mean, just look at you.”

He looked down at himself. Shirt. Jacket. Shoes. A similar style as before. And he knew his hair wasn’t any different. What were you getting at?

He then looked back at you.

Oh.

Your eyes were practically glued to his arms. Have you always blatantly checked him out like this? Suddenly, he felt a wave of heat wash over him. The worst part is, you seemed genuinely curious — not like you were ogling him, but as if asking: Wow? Where’d those guns come from?

“It was all the drills at the police academy.” He knew that you knew that, which led him to believe that the point of your observation was to subtly compliment him. “The amount of training was pretty brutal, but I’m ready for the job.”

“I’m sure you are. I heard you graduated at the top ten percent of your class, that’s pretty cool!” You were being genuine, he could hear it in your voice since it went to a slightly higher-pitched tone.

The playful nudge you gave his shoulder made the ends of his eyes crinkle, he loved it when you did that — it reminded him of how things were back then when he visited often, the way you’d nudge him or even ruffle his hair whenever you were happy or excited over his accomplishments. It made him feel seen.

“It was nothing,” he was humble, as usual. “It has just always been my dream.”

“I know…I’m really proud of you, Leon.”

The way you attached his name to the praise just made it sound all the more personal, the tips of his ears felt like they were burning. He bashfully rubbed the nape of his neck. “Uh thanks, I really appreciate that. It means a lot coming from you.”

Leon had always been a complete sweetheart with you. He was the epitome of ‘the boy next door’. He had fond memories of trying to muster up the courage to ask you to be his Valentine’s during high school — the two of you attended the same one and were a year off from one another, so he saw you around. Again though, he didn’t want to ruin his friendship with your brother…so he never asked.

He thought about driving over to your house and throwing a pebble at your window to get your attention, and he’d be holding a bouquet in his hands. Just a daydream, but a fun one to look back on nevertheless. He always gave you presents on your birthday and Christmas, nothing too grand so he wouldn’t get your brother suspicious, but just enough so he could see you light up as you unwrapped the gift.

“Are those your graduation photos?” He took notice of some polaroids splayed out on the coffee table, ones with you with a cap and gown.

“Yeah, feel free to look at them.”

Leon wished he could’ve watched you walk the stage. Yeah, he attended your high school one, but he would’ve liked to see the college one too. Maybe he’d ask if any of your family or friends took a video later. There was a goofy grin on his face the entire time he looked through them.

He was so absorbed that he didn’t even hear the footsteps down the stairs, nor the chuckle you let out before your brother playfully pulled him into a chokehold.

“Dude, really? How are you going to be part of the force like this?”

Leon swatted your brother away with a roll of eyes, all out of love of course — he easily maneuvered out of the half-assed chokehold. “Cut me some slack, I was a little distracted.”

“Yeah, that’s kind of the problem. Don’t you have to be attentive and shit?”

That right there was your sign to leave — your brother was really close with Leon, and you wanted to give them time to catch up. After all, you’d probably be bumping into Leon a lot since he was going to be staying for a couple of days.

Leon hated the way his eyes trailed over to your form as you made your way upstairs. He’s supposed to be paying attention to your brother, so why were you clouding his thoughts? With a very small physical shake of head, he redirected his attention to your brother, nodding along as he listened in to his chit-chatter and caught up with everything that had happened in his hometown.

But in the back of his mind, he knew he was screwed.

You wanted to bury your face against your pillow and scream. How were you supposed to act now that your high school crush was here? Your brother’s best friend. The one you had always dreamed of dating. That was a long time ago. But even in college, you always longed to see him again — to grab lunch and coffee with him and then show him around your campus with your hand in his.

Leon popped into your head whenever you dipped your hand underneath your waistband to relieve your urges. Your stomach bubbled with craving when you felt pent up late at night, even if you tried to think of someone else, Leon was always in your mind whenever you came and muffled your noises into your pillow.

No amount of people you saw in college even came close to Leon.

He had gotten so much stronger. When he hugged you earlier…you could feel his bulging biceps and noticed how much broader his shoulders were. You were sure his pecs were in solid condition too, it made you want to bury your head between them. He had always been fit, but you knew damn well you’d see a six-pack if he took off his shirt.

So for his sweet self to be just a walking distance away was pretty overwhelming. You could handle a day, maybe even two, but as far as you know, he was going to be staying longer. Not as long as a week, but still enough to have you worrying.

It had been four hours since he arrived. You could faintly hear some laughter. That wasn’t a surprise though, your brother’s room was just across the hall from yours.

That's it. No more. You were going insane.

You got up and played some music, not too loud, just enough to drown the other sounds out. It was dark outside now, you opened up the window to let some of the breeze in to ventilate your room.

It was going just fine until you fast-forward to half an hour later.

A familiar set of knocks distracts you from your worries. Wait, never mind. The one behind the knocks was the cause of your worries.

You lowered the volume of your music a bit and took a very quick look in the mirror to make sure you looked okay before opening the door.

Leon leaned against your door frame, just casually — like he didn’t know just how pretty he looked right now. In his defense, you knew he probably didn’t. He had always been a little dense about all that.

“Hey.”

“...Hey.”

His awkwardness was a part of his charm.

“Does my brother need something or?”

“Oh, no. Uh, one of his coworkers called him and I felt a bit neglected, so here I am.”

Don’t you know it? If you had a penny for the amount of times your brother had paced around the entire house getting into a heated conversation over work gossip, you’d have enough to pay off your student debt.

“Trust me, those phone calls can last hours.” You walked back to sink into your bed with a contended grunt, making a hand gesture for him to come in.

Why would you do that? Being in a closed space with him wasn’t a good idea considering all the thoughts spinning in your head.

Leon had never really entered your room, at least not for over a couple of minutes. He didn’t know where to sit despite there being many surfaces: the window seat, your desk chair, the floor, the beanbag you had, your bed, no — out of the question.

“Don’t be so stiff,” you teased, finding the way he looked a bit out of place a little cute. “Sit anywhere you like.”

He laughed before heading over to the window seat. “Just don’t want to be intrusive.”

“You? As if.”

Leon took an in-depth look around — posters of shows and bands, little collections of trinkets, old textbooks, scattered papers on your desk, diplomas and awards plastered on your wall, stickers on the cover of your laptop, a corner with some of your hobbies, a counter with your personal products. It seemed so…you. So naturally, he liked it. It was cozy.

And God, it smelled like you too. It made him dizzy. In a way, it was comforting, like the scent he’d get whenever you passed by him or when the two of you briefly hugged. Though at the same time, his mind was also pulled toward a more inappropriate direction. He’d be able to drown in your scent if you let him bury his face against the crook of your neck so he could nip at your skin and make you a purring mess in his arms.

The idea of being so physically close to you to the point your fragrance and scent rubbed off on his clothes afterward? Now that had his blood rushing straight to the gutter.

You felt nervous, aware of his moving eyes — you were glad the attention wasn’t directly on you, you tried to continue casually scrolling on your phone despite the way your heart was hammering.

“Better than my brother’s room?”

“Mm, I don’t know about that.”

“Pftt, you’re just biased.”

He didn’t have a rebuttal for that, merely shrugging as his eyes continued their exploration. Eventually, he caught sight of something familiar sitting on top of your nightstand — a set of headphones he had gifted you. He always knew how much you loved music, so he had gotten that for you a long time ago.

“You still have those?”

“Hm?” You followed his gaze, and your lips tugged into a smile as you reached over to dangle them in the air for him to see more properly. “Duh! Actually…they stopped working a couple of months back, but they lasted me a pretty long time.”

With the ice broken, Leon felt more comfortable. He went over to sit down on your bed. He wasn’t questionably close to you, but he was manspreading so his knee nearly grazed against yours.

“Is there any use in keeping a pair of broken headphones around?”

“Uh, yes.” You said matter-of-factly as you now clutched them close to your chest, looking at them almost sentimentally. “I cherish everything that you’ve given me. These bad boys aren’t seeing a trash can anytime soon.”

Cute. Cute…Cute.

“You sure you aren’t just a hoarder?”

“Rude.”

“Just a question.”

“Yeah, a rude one.”

“You’re not denying it.”

“Whatever.”

You were killing him. Leon felt his self-restraint diminish by the second. He could mess up so easily. He wanted to confess. To kiss you. Hold your hand. Plant his lips against your forehead. Rest his head against your lap and melt as you play with his hair.

He could do it, assuming you returned his feelings. He was moving to Raccoon City soon, it’s better to not have any regrets, right? He loves your brother, but at this point screw him. Leon has been pining for you for years.

He was incredibly tempted, hanging on a thin string. But he had to know one thing first. “So, are you dating anyone? There must’ve been plenty of candidates in college.”

“Nah, I dated here and there but…nothing lasted long. It’s weird, everyone was focused on something different, so nothing ever worked out.” Because none of them were him.

“What about you?”

“No one.” He replied.

Great, you were both single.

Silence. Again. This time with occasional fleeting eye contact. Leon twiddled his thumbs, his hands resting on his lap.

You purposely shifted closer to him, enough for your thigh to press up against his a little. Wow. He hadn’t expected to feel a jolt of electricity from that.

He looked over at you more clearly this time, his eyes searched yours.

You were losing your shit, drawn to his baby blue eyes. With your nearby lamp turned on, you could see the way his cheeks progressively turned rosy. Your eyes flickered to his lips. They looked soft, as if he put lip balm on consistently. Would they feel like a pillow?

He felt like he was burning, and he nervously tugged his bottom lip between his teeth.

“You know, I’ve always found you cute.” You were the one to break the silence.

“Really?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Don’t say that.”

“Why?”

“Your brother would kill me. Take it back.”

“My brother would kill you for something I said?” You scoffed. “You’re funny.”

“You know what I meant.”

You did.

But it hurt a little. Would Leon really hold back on his feelings all because of your brother? As far as you were concerned, your brother had never told you to not go after Leon. And if that was some sort of unspoken rule…then too bad.

Leon knew you had him wrapped around your finger, he didn’t stand a chance.

“Come on, Kennedy. You’re telling me you’ve never thought about this?”

“Well, yeah…But—“

“Just one kiss, please, Leon?”

You just had to say his name, didn’t you?

One kiss. Only one. Yeah, he could work with that. No hand holding or waist holding. Just a kiss, how bad could it be?

“Just one.” He agreed, his voice a whisper.

Leon leaned in, stopping just moments before his lips touched yours. He was nervous. If he was granted even a piece of heaven, surely he’d end up craving more. But he would deal with it. He caved.

His lips gently met yours. God, your lips felt plush. It was a simple one, ending as soon as it began. But of course, it wasn’t going to end there. The two of you were already in each other’s space. The short peck wasn’t enough.

“So, two?”

“Yeah.” You placed your hand on the side of his upper neck and caressed his cheek with your thumb.

“God…” Leon folded, leaning in once more with a suave and much longer kiss this time. His body pressed against yours a little, his body heat mixing with yours.

Just a few minutes passed, and the two of you were making out — slowly and sensually. Your tongues naturally clashed against one another, no rush or doubt, just instinct. Leon tasted good, like spearmint.

“I’ve always had a thing for you,” Leon murmured the confession out in between kisses. He didn’t want you to think he was kissing you just for the hell of it, or for mere physical attraction. You were important to him, the person who harbored his thoughts for the past years of his life.

Honestly, if you weren’t underneath him like this, you might’ve reacted more incredulously. But he was kissing you so intimately, you weren’t surprised. Even so, his sincerity was sweet.

“For how long?”

Another kiss — A pause.

“Since the day your brother introduced us.” Another one. “Six years now.”

You smiled into the kiss, and it prompted him to do so as well. But eventually, you leaned back to look at him. “For the record, I’ve always liked you too. You never made a move on me though, so I thought maybe you didn’t see me that way.”

“Please. I’ve always been crazy over you.”

“Good, that’s how I like my men. Now c’mere…”

With that, the two of you continued kissing. You could scream into your pillow later once you had the chance to process the fact the man of your dreams had just confessed to you. For now though…his taste was pretty damn distracting.

What drove Leon crazy was whenever he managed to hear some quiet noises escape from you: a discreet moan into his mouth, a gasp when he snaked his hand up and down your side, an exhale when he pulled away to kiss the corner of your lips and catch his breath. He hoped you didn’t feel the way he was beginning to get a little hard, not a full-blown boner, but…you got him riled up fairly easily.

Your fingers were threading through his hair, unintentionally ruffling it up. And you figured something out fairly soon — a gentle tug on his hair made him breathless. He liked it.

The music still softly playing in your room kept the sounds of your lips smacking and occasional chatter hidden, but eventually, your mind drifted to the reason why Leon had come into your room in the first place.

“Okay, okay.” You laughed quietly, pressing your palms flat against Leon’s chest and keeping him at a distance. “I think that’s enough…my brother’s probably done with his call by now. He probably just thinks you’re in the bathroom or something.”

Leon’s breathing was a bit heavy, his lips felt all tingly from the amount of time that they had been against yours. “I forgot about that…yeah, I should get going.”

He sat up, licking his lips as if to get more of your remaining taste. He was glad you guys had stopped there, otherwise, there’d be a bulge straining against his pants — which would be pretty damn awkward.

“You’re dangerous, y’know that?” Leon sounded amused. He stood up and went over to your mirror to fix his hair up and make himself look as if he had not just been kissing his best friend’s sibling.

“What are you gonna do about it? Handcuff me?”

“I’m not officially on the job…but I might just have to.”

“Yeah, yeah. You can talk to me about the law some other time.”

Two days had passed since then. Leon hadn’t had many opportunities to interact with you since your brother kept taking him out of the house to stroll around the town and reminisce on memories. Even amidst a trip down memory lane, Leon couldn’t get you off his mind. The kissing, the confession, there has to be more to the story the two of you have developed.

He couldn’t sleep all night, lying on the makeshift bed your brother had prepared for him. He tossed and turned, knowing you were just down the hallway was testing his self-restraint.

The good news? Your brother was a heavy sleeper. We’re talking…he wouldn’t wake up without many nearby alarms or without a bucket of water being poured onto him.

Leon shuffled out of his makeshift bed, threw some clothes on, grabbed his keys, wallet, and phone, headed downstairs, and then made his way outside, cringing a little at the loud creak of the door. He was going to get some fresh air and go on a drive around the neighborhood, he needed to clear his head.

Walking towards his car, he looked up at the house and noticed that one room was still all lit up even in the dead of midnight. Yours. Maybe you couldn’t fall asleep either, thinking about what happened.

He shouldn’t be thinking about throwing a small pebble at your window, but he couldn’t help it. There was a lot unsaid between the two of you. So…he threw a pebble.

With a huff, you got out of your bed to investigate what had dragged your attention from your phone. It wasn’t rare for you to hear a noise outside, but to have such a distinct sound against your window? You just wanted to be safe.

Leon saw you brush your curtain to the side, looking around before peering at him.

He felt small for some reason and motioned for you to come over, he didn’t want to yell in the middle of the quiet neighborhood. Leon leaned against the side of his car as he waited for you.

His hands felt clammy.

“Hey, what are you doing out here?” You asked. “Couldn’t sleep?”

“Yeah, I needed some fresh air. Wanna go for a drive around the neighborhood?”

“You don’t even need to ask…I can finally call shotgun.”

Leon snorted at that. He had a car during high school and would occasionally give you and your brother rides, but your brother always called shotgun (obviously, since they were best friends), so you were always stuck sitting in the back and listening in to their conversations.

“Yeah, yeah.” He unlocked his car before opening the passenger seat door for you. “In you go.”

“Thanks.”

You put your seatbelt on and then looked around his car as he got in and turned on the ignition, waiting for the car to warm up.

“So,” Leon began, looking over at you with a coy smile. “About the other night…”

God, you had been dying to talk about it. In all honesty, you were internally a little bit upset that your brother had been dragging Leon out of the house, even if that was reasonable considering their friendship. But you knew that what happened wasn’t just a one-time thing, it couldn’t be, and you wouldn’t let it.

“Yeah, uh—” You met his gaze. “ I know you’re worried because of my brother and everything but I really like you, Leon. He cares about you, and he trusts you. I don’t…I don’t think he’d be upset if we ended up together.”

“Are you sure? I really like you too, I just don’t want to ruin anything.”

“Are you kidding? He’d probably be hyped about you being his future brother-in-law.”

“Already thinking about marriage, huh?”

“I—no…shut up.”

With a roll of eyes and a grin, Leon turned his attention to reversing out of the driveway since the car was all ready to go. Yeah, he looked really damn attractive while doing that, you couldn’t resist from looking at his arms. There wasn’t anything interesting to look at outside the windows anyway, you had walked and driven by all these houses practically every day.

“So, what made you like me?”

Leon hummed in thought after you asked him that, he kept his eyes on the road, trying to find a way to sum it all up.

“Well, I remember meeting you for the first time. You were breathtaking and held yourself so well, and I was just kinda standing there not knowing what to say. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you, and I remember thinking to myself: no one else has ever made me feel this way after a first impression, you must be the one. It was complicated though, I thought you were off limits, you know…that’s just friend code. And the more and more I came over, the more I fell for you. Everything about you. I just…I dunno. I like you.”

That was his short explanation, he could go ramble for hours about why he liked you, about all the little things you do and say that make him feel like a lovestruck fool.

“The feeling’s mutual…I’ve always wanted to be with you. Like, I can actually be myself and not have to force any conversation. It’s all so natural. I really missed you throughout college.”

Leon was smiling, pearly whites showing as he continued driving.

“We could’ve been high school sweethearts. Y’know…you’re the reason all my relationships failed.” You joked, though, it wasn’t far off from the truth.

“You’re seriously gonna blame me for that?”

“Yeah, you raised my standards way too much.”

“Not my fault.”

“Yeah, it is.”

“Not.”

“Is.”

“Not.”

“Is.”

“...”

Leon knew that he would never get the final word, not when it came to you. He gave you the win.

The two of you must’ve driven around for a little over half an hour before Leon parked back onto your driveway.

“Actually, there’s something else on my mind.” You told him, taking in a breath before voicing your thoughts. “You’re moving in what…like a week? So, what does that mean for us?”

If there was one thing Leon was certain about, it was that he wasn’t letting you go. No, he’d gone six long years just pining over you and not making any moves, he’d figure something out.

“We’ll make it work.”

“But you’re going to be busy. I know how important your career is to you, what if I distract you and screw something up.”

He loved that about you, you were so damn considerate.

“Not gonna happen.” He retorted, turning off his ignition before getting out of the car — going over to your side to open it for you.

He walked side by side with you to the front door, and you were still quietly yammering about how worried you were.

“Hey,” his voice was soft as he turned to face you, he cupped his hands around your face. The caring look in his eyes could cure millions. “It’s going to be okay. We’re going to be okay.”

With that, he gently kissed you, making all your worries fade instantly. You smiled and then kissed him again, tugging on the collar of his shirt to pull him closer. When you pulled back, you laughed a little before asking:

“My room?”

“Yeah.”

The minute the two of you were inside your bedroom with the door locked, you took the initiative and pushed him onto your bed. God, you adored the way his eyes fixated on you, the way his hand reached out to squeeze your hips as you got settled on top of him and captured his lips into a kiss.

A familiar makeout session, just like last time. The two of you lost track of time. But it was different this time: more steamy, a little more fast-paced — especially with the way Leon was practically squeezing all your curves, unlike last time.

“Mm.” He moaned softly, relishing the taste of your lips. His hand slid down to your ass, kneading the flesh as his breathing grew heavier. He was hard, whimpering every single time he got any friction down there.

He let his lips trail down to your neck, squeezing you a little harder when he heard you gasp.

You just about melted, your hand instinctively going to the back of his head to keep him close — the way his teeth occasionally nipped the sensitive skin was heavenly, it made you shudder and tug on his hair.

Leon was careful to not bruise your skin, just wanting to make you feel good like you made him feel.

“Oh shit, wait.” You got off him for a second, taking a quick moment to turn on some of your music. Not so loud that it would disturb anyone, but just enough to cover up your noises. “Okay…all done.”

You then repositioned yourself again. It was getting hot in the room, your hands reached down to tug your shirt off, no use for it anymore.

Leon swallowed thickly, his eyes roaming across your torso and taking every single feature in. He couldn’t resist from letting his hand wander across your bare skin, watching as goosebumps formed from his mere touch.

“You’re…” He whispered out, looking back into your eyes. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself.” You said in return, a grin forming on your face. You reached your hands underneath his shirt. “Can I take yours off?”

Leon nodded mindlessly, he’d let you do just about anything to him. He was getting hot under the collar. He helped you out as you took his shirt off.

You felt a tingle shoot straight down when you saw his body. Pretty. He was pretty. You pressed your hands against his pecs before sliding them down tortuously slow to his abs. Rock hard.

“You’re so muscular now,” you let your fingers trace the lines of his abs.

“Yeah.” Leon’s voice sounded a bit strained. “Police academy will do that to you.”

“I bet.” You leaned down to kiss his torso, littering kisses all over his chest, smiling against his skin whenever you caught onto the subtle incoherent mumbles of encouragement he was voicing out.

“You know what I think?”

“Hm?”

“I think…” you trailed off, your lips reaching his stomach and your hand brushing across the tent that had formed in his pants. “You need some attention down here.”

“Mm…I think you’re right. But uh, are you sure?”

Leon was a bit worried you felt pressured into this. Yeah, it would be great to go further than kissing, but he wanted you to be completely comfortable with it.

“Yeah, I want to make you feel good, if that’s okay with you.”

“It is.”

“Okay, let’s use the traffic light system, yeah?”

“Sounds good.”

Leon was breathing heavily, eyes already lidded as he watched you pull down his fly and his jeans.

Your mouth watered, you had thought about this so many times that it was almost embarrassing. You kissed along his bulge, right through the fabric. You could’ve sworn you felt it twitch a little too.

“You’re pretty excited, I haven’t even done much.”

“Oh come on, you already know you drive me insane.”

You laughed and then tugged his boxers down.

Leon hissed, his cock now exposed to your eyes. He thought about this so many times when he tugged one out, but he never imagined he would have felt a little bit self-conscious. Like, what if you thought it was ugly or something?

Quite the contrary. You adored everything about him,

“Light?”

“Green.”

You planted a kiss against his tip, a gesture that made him chuckle breathlessly.

“Seriously?”

“What? I can’t kiss it?”

“No no, you can.”

You continued placing kisses across the length of his cock, all the way down to his balls. Leon groaned, the tips of his ears started to flush. Never in his life did he think he’d get such treatment from you.

“Now you’re just being a tease.”

You could tell he was desperate by the tone of his voice. “There’s a thing called patience, maybe you should learn it.”

He was going to counter your words, but all that left his mouth was a pitiful gasp when you started licking him. The sound went straight to the spot between your legs, you really wanted to palm yourself.

“Better?”

“Yeah…that feels really good.” He placed his hand on the back of your head, practically petting you as you flattened your tongue against the underside of his cock. He tilted his head back, jaw slackened as he took shaky and shallow breaths.

His stomach tightened up when you reached the tip, swirling your tongue around the sensitive area before finally sucking him off.

“Oh — Jesus.” He’s so sensitive, not used to having such a pretty pair of lips wrapped around his cock. In an attempt to quiet himself down, he chewed on his bottom lip, but the poor guy couldn’t contain the muffled noises that spilled instead.

You were eager to please, using a hand to stroke the base of his cock and taking the rest into your mouth. The combination had him purring, his head spinning with pure want and affection for you.

His hips involuntarily bucked, catching you off guard as his tip hit the back of your throat. His free hand bunched up the fabric of your bedsheets, he couldn’t think straight, not when you were between his legs like this.

Leon hadn’t felt this way in a while, it was overwhelming. And he could feel his abdomen growing warm. Just a little over a minute and he was already close — this was much better than all his fantasies.

“Wait…I’m almost there.“ He settled his hands on your shoulders. He made the mistake of looking down, the way you were peering at him through your lashes would drive any man insane.

Leon feebly tried to push you away. It’s not because he doesn’t want you to continue, no, he’d say the safe word if that was the case. But the idea of his cum filling your mouth…well, it made him feel a little embarrassed.

You were relentless though, taking him so well in your mouth. You were drooling by now, but that did nothing to stop you, not when you were enamored by the way Leon’s thighs were shaking. You had never been so turned on.

The moment your hand fondled his balls though, he was a goner.

“I’m—” Leon couldn’t finish his sentence, hips bucking against you and stilling as he came in your mouth. His eyes rolled back, and he bit his lip harshly to not let out a window-shattering moan.

You swallowed it all, pulling away to catch your breath and lap at his cock to take any leftovers. Leon was panting at this point, trying to recover from the orgasm you had given him.

“You must have a pretty good diet.” You really had the audacity to say that when Leon was still completely fucked out, barely even registering what you were saying.

“Uh…what—”

“Don’t worry about it.”

His cheeks were burning at what you implied: he tasted good.

Leon pawed at you, tugging you up so he could eagerly kiss you. It was sloppy and uncoordinated because of how dazed he was, but you couldn’t care less.

“You did so well,” he praised you, trying to make up for the way you rendered him speechless while sucking him off. “Better than I dreamed of.”

“Trying to flatter me, are you?”

“Oh, c’mon.” He scoffed.

He switched the positions, putting your back on the mattress and settling his hips between your thighs. He was more than ready to make you feel good too.

His hand traveled all over you, across your chest and hardened nipples, across the side of your ribs, squeezed your waist, went down to grab your ass, and then returned to your waistband, fingers tugging at your waistband.

“Can I?”

“Yeah.”

After you lifted your hips to help him take your pants and underwear off, you reached over to open the top drawer of your nightstand, pulling out a bottle of lube and a condom.

Leon was relieved you were prepared, because he certainly hadn’t packed any of that for his visit, he didn’t think this would happen.

“Here, let me…” He reached for the bottle.

He put some lube on his middle and index fingers before reaching his hand back between your legs, teasing your hole a bit before very slowly sinking them in. You inhaled sharply at the coldness of it, letting out that same breath in the form of a moan.

“Is this okay?” Leon asked you, eyes watching your facial reactions to make sure the motion of his fingers weren’t causing you any discomfort. He was a little insecure of them, his training had roughened them up a bit.

“Mhm. Keep going.”

He did just that, continuing to dip them in until you eased up and they fit inside nice and snug.

He looked back down, letting out a quiet ‘oh fuck’ when you started bucking your hips up to meet his touch. God, he was so horny even after his climax, his cock beginning to harden up again.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” he muttered, fingering you at a gentle pace, he swallowed the saliva that built up in his mouth at the thought of being inside you.

“I can, I think we’re made for each other.”

The way you managed a smile while letting out the prettiest noises stirred up many emotions in him. He liked the vulnerability of this moment, just two people who liked each other being intimate and connecting.

“Well, I do too. Just…I dunno.” He fell silent, his gaze returning to your face and watching as it contorted into one of pleasure when he angled and curled his fingers just right.

“Right there?”

You nodded, reaching your hand down to hover it over the one he was using. “Yeah. Fuck…just like that.”

The wet sounds of his slick fingers sliding in and out of you were driving him insane, and a string of curse words left his lips. “You sound so good.”

Each flick of his wrist had you squirming around, your bed sheets wrinkling and getting all messed up. Some of the lube spilled down your thighs, you’d need to wash your sheets after this.

Leon kept going until you came, feeling his cock come fully to life at the way you moaned and spilled his name.

“Leon…” Your fingers dug into his forearms, feeling his muscles flex as he coaxed you through your orgasm. His eyes were glued to your face, biting his lip at the way your pretty eyes rolled back. He pulled his fingers out when your legs closed together in response to the overwhelming presence.

“Holy shit,” you sighed when you regained your senses, eyes fluttering open to meet his.

His lips tugged into a smile, he looked pretty proud of himself. “Felt good?”

“Better than good, but…”

“But?”

“I want more.”

“More as in…?”

Could he be more dense?

“I want you inside me.”

“Oh. Right.”

His cheeks turned red, well, redder than they already were. He ran a hand through his hair and nodded. “Do you wanna be on top or?”

You gave it some thought, reaching over for the unopened condom — there was time for both, but to start, you wanted to ride him.

“I’ll be on top.”

With the repositions all done, you straddled his hips, tearing open the condom packet. Your heart was hammering like crazy, one of your dreams was about to come true. It wasn’t just about sexual pleasure, this was the man you had liked for literal years.

Leon noticed that you seemed to be pensive while putting the condom on him. His hands settled on your hips, thumbs rubbing about the flesh.

“What are you thinking about? Talk to me.”

His caring voice pulled you from your thoughts, you shook your head and smiled.

“Just about how long I’ve wanted this. You know, being with you. I’m really happy.”

God, he adored you. “Me too.”

You aligned yourself with his cock, “Ready?”

“Yeah.”

You curled your fingers around the base of his cock to keep it stable before slowly sinking onto him. You felt the air escape from your lungs. Your jaw slackened and you let out a silent moan until you took all of him in.

“You’re going to be the death of me…” Leon gritted out. “Fuck, I didn’t think it would feel this good. You okay?”

You nodded, feeling full, the curve of your ass was against his balls. “Yeah, I think the foreplay really helped. I’m gonna start moving now.”

You put your hands against his chest and began riding him. Leon groaned in pleasure, his hands kneading your ass and helping you roll your hips. He felt bad that his fingers were digging into your skin but he couldn’t help it.

“Ah…Leon.”

Your mewls made his cock twitch inside you, his eyes rolled to the back of his skull.

He looked so pretty underneath you — his hair splayed out, a thin layer of sweat over his muscular torso, the baby blue part of his eyes almost covered now by his dilated pupils. So pretty.

Leon couldn’t take his eyes off you, not even if they threatened to shut from the way you were working him. No, they were all over you — watching the way your eyebrows were furrowed, the heave of your chest from your inconsistent breathing, how your eyes seemed glossy whenever they met his.

He reached his hand over to your chest, fingers gently pulling at one of your nipples. God, you rutted against him a bit faster at that, making him hiss and trash his head against your pillows. “Jesus…”

“Come on, say my name instead. I’m tired of hearing his.”

He laughed at that, wondering how you could even think of that at this moment. Because personally? He couldn’t come up with any banter, not with the way you were on top of him, turning a fantasy of his into a reality.

“Mm, just like that…it’s yours, all yours. I’m yours.”

Did he know how hot that was? You practically groaned just by hearing him say that. Leon thrust up to meet your hips, not missing the hiccup of your breath or the way your body almost gave out from the abrupt movement.

Honestly…having you underneath him didn’t sound all that bad right now. “Wanna switch?”

You paused your movements and nodded, happy that he asked — being on top was pretty tiring, and you knew he had the strength for it. You pulled yourself off his cock, you weren’t all that sure what he had in mind but you were eager nonetheless.

“Go for it.”

“Okay, just…” He gently maneuvered you to your back with ease. “There.”

“Show me that stamina of yours.”

He rolled his eyes, knowing you were referencing his training. “That’s going to be a little tough with you underneath me.”

He sat back on his knees and stroked himself, his eyes raking your form.

Watching him jerk himself off was hot, you could watch it all night…but, there’s always a next time. Right now? All you wanted was the intimacy of having him inside you again.

Leon bit his lip as he rubbed the head of his cock against your hole, he looked back up at you, he knew there was no way in hell he would last long. But he wasn’t embarrassed over it, he’d been waiting years, it was only natural.

Leon reached to hold one of your hands, keeping his other one on his cock to guide himself in. He took a deep breath, his stomach muscles clenching a little as he managed to get the tip in. “God…I’m definitely not gonna last in this position.”

“You’re not evenfully in yet.” You were breathless though, mind swirling at just the tip. You tried to steady your breathing and relax so he could fit without difficulty.

He laughed at that. “Yeah, yeah.”

A synchronous moan left both of you when he eventually bottomed out against you, taking a moment to get used to the feeling. He leaned down to kiss you, his hair dangling and brushing against your forehead in the process.

He hoisted your ankles over his shoulder and planted his hands beside your head, practically folding your knees to your chest. He didn’t miss the way he got hit with some of your usual fragrance, clearly, you had put some on either the back of your knees or your ankles…he wasn’t sure which one.

“Were you…anticipating this?”

“...What?” You sounded so fucked out and he wanted to laugh.

He chuckled. “Nothing.”

He chose to keep his newfound knowledge to himself for now. He kissed your somewhat sweaty forehead before starting a rhythm with his hips. Your walls were squeezing him, making him a panting mess against the shell of your ear.

You ran your fingers through his hair, tugging and pulling at it whenever one of his thrusts hit deeper than the others.

His hand found your free one, interlacing his fingers with yours. He sighed contentedly at the way you immediately squeezed his hand. He liked this, being close to you.

“Leon…” You moaned his name out, making a jolt of electricity shoot straight through all his nerves. His thrusts got faster, the sound of skin-to-skin contact intermingling with the light music playing in your room.

“Feeling good? Yeah, you’re taking it so well…I’m gonna be thinking about this for months.” He murmured the praise against your skin, kissing your ear before making his way down your neck.

Your reaction was immediate, clenching down on him and gasping, nails digging into his scalp. Hearing such praise come from Leon? God, it drove you insane.

Leon grunted, leaving open-mouthed kisses against your neck like a starved man. He could tell you were close, and he wanted to bring you over the edge of ecstasy — to coax an orgasm out of you before he spilled into his condom.

“I’m close…” you mumbled out, your eyes fluttering shut as you gave into the feeling, Leon was taking the lead, you didn’t have to worry about a single thing.

“I know,” he met your lips for a kiss, grunting and whimpering into your mouth with each snap of his hips. “Me too.”

He kept his pace the same, knowing it was getting you to approach your climax.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” his words were quiet, a little high pitched too, he could feel you holding his hand so tight that your fingers were leaving indents against the back of it.

“Please,” Leon pleaded. “Come on my cock…I need it.”

Your body started feeling tingly, your back arching and your hips trying to buck against him in pursuit of the feeling. You were right there.

“Leon! Leon…” Your head tipped back into your pillow. “I’m coming.”

He felt you squeeze him, your body trembling and twitching against him as he continued thrusting against you in your moment of bliss. But he didn’t last either, hips stuttering when he came inside the condom, feeling his cock get all warm from it.

“Oh…” Leon let out a guttural groan, followed by some whimpers of your name as he stilled inside you — slumping his body against yours, burying his head against your shoulder, and sloppily kissing the area.

The two of you stayed like that until you recomposed yourselves, your breathing pattern returning to normal. Leon mustered up the strength to prop himself back up, pulling out of you with a with a small whimper.

“Hey,” he whispered, a grin on his face as he kissed your cheek.

“Hey yourself.” You told him back, watching as he got up with a noise of complaint to take off the condom and throw it into the trash can.

“Come back here,” you laughed out, extending your arms for him.

“I am, I just didn’t wanna make a mess on your bed.” He came back over, laying down on his side and pulling you close.

“You already did, doofus.”

You turned to your side too. You could deal with the mess on your bedsheets later.

Leon held you close, slowly running his fingertips along your spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He kissed the top of your head and stayed like that for a few minutes. Just in each other's arms — letting your bodies calm down after the rush of pleasure and overwhelming emotion.

Leon’s body felt warm to the touch, he would make a really good blanket, a personal heater. You rubbed your hands across his shoulder blades, occasionally letting your nails scratch the skin lightly.

“How are you feeling?” Leon asked, reaching a hand to cup the side of your face, rubbing his thumb against your cheekbone.

“I feel really good,” you murmured, a lazy smile on your face, still feeling a rush of affection for him after the moment ended. “Everything about this feels perfect, I am a little sleepy though. You?”

“Same here.” He returned the sentiment, internally giddy about how everything had unfolded in the last few days. He couldn’t resist kissing you — just a sweet and simple one before pulling back.

“Need anything? A cup of water or something?”

Now that you think about it, your mouth feels kinda dry.

“Maybe a glass of water?”

“Mm,” Leon nodded. “Got it, I’ll be back.”

He kissed your forehead and then got up, putting on his boxers and pants (despite how uncomfortably sticky it felt) and quietly headed downstairs to grab two glasses of water and a small snack too — he knew his way around the house, so it was no big deal.

You wanted his body warmth again, rolling over to the side of the bed that he had been on to feel it once more.

Eventually, you heard the door creak open — revealing Leon, who had a sweet smile on his face as he shut it. He set down a bowl of fruit on your nightstand and then sat on your bed, handing you the glass of water you requested

“Miss me?” You asked, teasingly. You sat up.

“Oh yeah, big time.”

He laughed, the corners of his eyes crinkling. He brought his cup of water to his lips, letting out a refreshed sigh after taking some gulps. You had him moaning and panting so much that he was sure his lips would get all chapped.

Leon gently coaxed your legs over his extended ones, caressing them.

“So…” Leon cleared his throat, “I never properly asked.”

“Asked what?”

He had a hopeful look in his eyes, a goofy grin on his face as he asked:

“Can I be your boyfriend?”

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SERVICE CHARGE / LEON KENNEDY

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cw: waitress f!reader, blackmail, stalker, power abuse, noncon, dubcon, (unprotected) p-in-v, fellatio, spanking, implied cunnilingus, dirty talk, corruption kink, breeding, lack of aftercare, mentions of blood (no bloodplay) / minors dni

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Leon’s not quite sure why he’s so taken with you– a girl waitering at your family’s restaurant, a dingy place in the outskirts of the city. Maybe it’s because he’s a simple guy- sees a pretty, little thing and can’t help but fantasise about you. You’re younger than he’d like, but old enough to warrant his wandering gaze at the way your oil stained apron wraps around your perfect waist, at the knotted ribbon you always messily tie that rests on the swell of your cheeks. You’re practically an angel in his eyes, your halo the form of a sloppily tied hair bun that sits atop your head with unruly strands sticking out.

Maybe it’s because you’re quite a character- armed with rather polite comebacks and one liners that you dish out to ungrateful, difficult customers. Of course, you’re so well loved by the regulars (him included) that you barely have to lift a finger to kick them out yourself. Everyone here in this tiny family restaurant loved you, their perfect waitress with the perfect smile. You’re enthusiastic about your mundane job too, fast on your feet and even faster with your words when running through demanding orders.

Maybe it’s because you’re still so young that you have this amount of energy. Or maybe it’s because of the lack of hired hands that you had to work with ten times the amount of energy you should normally exert. He remembers caring more about details and the nitty gritty things when he was your age. But he digresses.

Whatever it is, he thinks you’re quite the charmer. You have him wrapped around your little finger, and he’d like to make it known to you. But the trouble lies in your denseness. You’re beyond saving with how each of his flirtatious comments would fly over your head, soar, even. With how clueless you were, it was a safe bet to assume you were a dumb little girl who had yet to have her cherry popped. Just a silly virgin playing the pretence of an adult.

Oh right, that’s another reason why he’s so taken by you. The idea of ruining you was exhilarating– worth the trouble of driving for half an hour after work to this hole in the wall just to see you. He finds himself wondering how you’d look bent over the tiny bathroom sink in the back of the shop, jeans pooling at your ankles as he eats your cute butt. Oh, how he’d love to unravel you with only a thin door separating you and your customers and parents.

He has to thank his superiors for meeting you. If it weren’t for that random party they held that night, he probably would never have touched this decrepit store. (For him, an hour away from home meant one less hour to kiss his bed.) That night you had introduced yourself as their waitress and patiently guided them through the menu with recommendations.

The waitress before him with quite the looker, pretty despite the mess on her apron and the sweat that clung to the nape of her neck. How old were you? In your late teens– or maybe your blossoming twenties? He searched your eyes for answers, while you tucked your loose hair behind your ear and waited patiently for his table to decide. He made small talk because that’s something he’s gotten good at with the ladies.

“Quite the establishment you’ve got running here.” He commented as he gestured at the rowdiness with his eyes. You snapped out of your frozen daze to meet his blue eyes. Was this hottie talking to you? You swallowed nervously and wrung your fingers together.

“Sorry,” you laughed breathlessly. “It’s always like this after eight til closing hours. These guys trod in here after work and take it out with booze.”

“I can see that. Your parents own the place, hun?” He asked.

“For twenty years. Going stronger than ever,” you nodded. He smiled and asked for your name, and you willingly gave it with a demure smile.

Your name fits you, perfect for an angel such as yourself, he thought. His coworkers paid you little attention in their drunken state; this was their second round of restaurant hopping. Leon had to remain sober to chauffeur them home, and he was glad that he was sober enough to see and not forget you. You wouldn’t become a blurred image, a forgotten ghost in his memories as a result of intoxication. He was glad he was the only one who would remember this encounter.

On the way out, he had an arm supporting his fallen coworker. You held the door open, not minding the men who leaned lifelessly against his car like mannequins. You seemed amused, casual about the blacked out group that left the store blacked out drunk. Must have seen it a lot, he assumed.

“Do patronise us again, Mr Kennedy. Preferably when it’s not rush hour,” you had chuckled lightly.

And if such a pretty girl like you asked so sweetly, who was he to deny you? So he came as often as he could. You were always busy with attending to other customers, barely having enough time to sacrifice for idle chatter. He needed idle chatter, enough to grow your curiosity in him to be interested.

To get your attention, he would pull out a lighter (an expired one of his, a convincing prop) and click it a few times, cigarette pursed between his lips. And somehow, miraculously over the sea of rowdy customers you always heard it. The clicking over the cacophony in the restaurant. And like clockwork, you would storm over to warn him not to smoke inside.

“Mr Kennedy!” You placed your hands on your hips, frowning. Your brows were scrunched up in a disapproving frown whilst a pout played on your lips.

“It’s Leon,” he said while pocketing the bud and lighter. The grin on his face of hardened features made him look way younger– but you snapped out of your thoughts to fold your arms across your chest.

“Well, Leon,” he shivered at the sound of his name rolling off your tongue. A buttery sound, gentle but firm like your nature. “I told you we don’t allow smoking in our shop. If you want, there’s a quiet alley beside us for it.”

“I know, I know,” he shrugged, and you’d roll your eyes in feigned annoyance before asking for his order.

You placed his menu before him, and without opening it, he recited his usual. And this cycle occurred over and over again like a broken record. Your reactions were the same, albeit less exasperated each time as you got used to his antics. He could tell– he was starting to grow on you.

He would leave generous tips for you too thanks to his expandable wallet. You know, for the service charge. The first few visits you fought to return the money because even though you were poor and desperate, you weren’t going to accept hundreds like it was nothing!

“Mr Ke- Um, Leon. I really can’t accept this,” you shook your head and pushed the stack of bills to his chest.

“Just take it. For the great service.”

“I really can’t, you always leave me no choice.” You frowned but pocketed it anyway. Couldn’t argue with the man who loomed over you even with a counter separating him from you. It made you nervous, and you lacked the heart to push, unlike with other customers.

“Why can’t you?” The blonde asked as you showed him out. Holding the door with your back, you shook your head.

“My parents already think you’re a mafioso with the amount of money you tip. Anymore and I don’t know what they’ll make of you!”

Aw, you were concerned for him? Little ol’ him? He wanted to swipe a thumb over the pout playing on your plush lips and kiss you. Kiss you and lead you to the alleyway beside your family store and take you then and there. How would you react to that, he wondered? Would you be happy?

He was answered instantly when your eyes lit up at something behind him. He turned to see a beat down Toyota in the driveway, and a skinny guy clambered out with a backpack, books in hand. Your face glowed radiantly. Leon wondered what you saw in that awkward boy. You bid Leon goodbye with a stutter and led the boy in, leaving poor Leon to stand on the porch with a disgruntled expression and stinging in his chest. He knew the answer to his earlier question: probably not, because you already had a thing for someone else.

Leon visited again during one of your quieter shifts. During a weekday, on his time off. You sat in the corner of the store with the same boy while doing homework together. When he said something, your face lit up and you laughed toothily. A genuine, earnest and bright smile. Something he never got to witness, receiving only your customer service smiles when he cracked his best jokes for you.

But he couldn’t bring himself to stay mad at you for long. It couldn’t be helped that you were just a doe-eyed girl who didn’t know how to appreciate him. No matter, he could teach you how. Since you were lacking the brain cells to even try. But first, he had to do something about that boy.

It was easier than stealing candy from a baby. Just a few documents and the boy’s home was evicted. He knew the rest, but as you sat across Leon, face buried in your arms as you shared the story, he listened. It was like playing a video game and being spoiled of its ending. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to leave your side as you sniffled about your new ex-boyfriend. Your first one, too. He really helped you dodge a bullet, and you should be thanking him instead of ruining his dinner table with your tears. It left a sour taste in his mouth, but he swallowed it.

“It’ll be okay,” he whispered, even though there was no one else in the store but you two. (And your parents as they watched from the kitchen. His eyes met theirs, and they whispered not so discreetly to one another and he smirked.) He patted your head, and you flinched at the unexpected weight on your head. He mussed your hair with a (fake) smile.

“It’s all gonna work out, I promise.”

You looked at him incredulously, brows furrowed. But you nodded anyway. Good, as you should. You need not question him; just listen and obey.

Months easily passed as he played this game of cat and mouse with you. You, the unsuspecting mouse, who had grown to trust him. Fondly, maybe. He knew what you saw in him- a reliable, honest regular who gave you good advice and helped you at times in need. And it was true, from the goodness of his heart, he was at your every beck and call. And he would be forevermore, even if you rebuked him to the depths of hell, where he rightfully belonged.

So one day, when you looked worse for wear, he asked if something was up. You shared with a tired smile that you’ve been struggling to focus in class lately due to the influx of new customers. A food critic had written a blog post about the store and business boomed. He had to find out who the culprit was and take down their site, but that was for later.

He perked up when you shared that you wanted to put flyers around the neighbourhood to hire more workers. So he offered to help. He had a car, so he could spread the word further and get the job done faster than on foot, he reasoned.

“Thank you so much. You’re the best, Leon!”

Your eyes shone with relief and you threw your arms around him. He caught you, albeit with surprise. You showered him with gratitude while clinging to him as he sat, shellshocked in his seat.

Your first hug. Your curves were soft against his hardened one, and his hands itched to hug you back, to trail down your smaller body and feel you through your work clothes. But Leon steadied himself- he had to win the game in the long run, he couldn’t afford to drop out of the race so soon. The blonde retreated his hands and cleared his throat, and you practically crawled off him. Your hand bumped into the tent between his pants, but thankfully you were too flustered to notice.

“U-Um, I’ll pay you back,” you had said, and you offered him a shy smile. “Not that I have much but I’ll make sure it’s worth your time.”

“How about a kiss?” He prompted with a lopsided smile. Oops, that was an impulsive move. Like chasing the king’s piece while neglecting the imposing queen a few tiles away. Said queen being your parents, who stared at you disapprovingly like you had shed your angelic wings for those of a demon’s.

Your mouth gaped open for a moment but then you shook your head. “You shouldn’t tease me,” you whispered, hands rubbing your arms awkwardly.

His face fell, but he recovered with a boyish grin.

“Just pulling your leg. ‘S all good!”

It wasn’t good. His plans crumbled because he couldn’t keep his mouth shut. Now it was awkward between you two. He found the papers you put up yourself and threw them onto the passenger seat, a messy pile with the share you had given him for his part. He clicked his tongue and shredded the flyers that you painstakingly designed, tossing the pieces out the window as he raced down the highway home in his car. He had to push harder, find other ways to corner you so you wouldn't be able to refuse him. Not again.

Once he reached home, he practically inhaled his shirt, where your scent faintly clung. It was intoxicating, the heat of your body pressed against his and the smell of your sweat mixed with your natural scent. God, you knew how to rile him up without even trying. His cock was painfully hard in his fist as he laid on his bed, stroking himself with his jacket to his face.

When he arrived at the establishment the next day he found you in the back– in the kitchen– where you hung your head in shame while scrubbing dishes. He had caused quite the scene in the store; your father had mustered the courage to warn him (albeit politely) not to lay a hand on his precious daughter. It was quite funny, the man shook like a leaf as he weakly poked a finger into Leon’s chest. It was astonishing and hilarious at how his voice choked whilst dishing out empty threats of what he’d do to Leon if he messed with his girl. All the while your back faced him, unwilling to speak for the next few weeks.

Your parents had taken it on themselves to switch shifts with you whenever he appeared. They practically had his visiting hours memorised too, so it wasn’t like he could waltz in whenever he pleased. They were a pain, an overprotective bunch. For a grown up miss like yourself, it was a wonder why they were still so protective. Probably because they could recognise a wolf in sheep's clothing the moment he walked into their restaurant a second time, eyes prowling until they landed on you.

It mattered not because he would have his way whether they approved or not. He needed no consent form, and not from you either.

…

Your family’s restaurant was on the ground floor of a little building you stayed in. Your residency was located on the second floor, off limits to customers by a locked door. Nothing a little lock picking could solve, thankfully.

Nobody but you was home, he made sure of that when he saw your parents leave in their car. He wasn’t quite sure where you were, but when the sound of running water leaked into the empty hallway, a smile creeped onto his face. His eyes fell on one door that was coloured differently from the rest. There you were. The door creaked ajar, and he peered from the thin gap to see you standing in a glass box. It was humid, water vapour swirled around the bathroom whilst condensation fogged the shower, leaving him little but enough to see.

The shower was turned off, and your hands mindlessly trailed down your body as you scrubbed it with a loofa. You bent over, reaching for your toes, and Leon almost burst in to take you there himself. The growing tightness in his pants hurt, and hell your perfect ass was beckoning him like a sailor to a siren’s call. You hummed softly, blissfully unaware of the man ogling your flushed, naked body.

He swallowed thickly, his Adam's apple bobbing as he shakily took out his phone. The sound of the camera clicking was muffled by the echoing sound of the shower as you sung your silly song. When he had his fill, he took one last longing glance before closing the door behind him.

Women spend forever in showers. Assuming this, he snuck into your room. It was simple, save for the abnormal mountains of plushies that lined your bed and your shelves. Japanese merchandise everywhere– he recognised a smaller white bear next to a much bigger brown one. Rilakkuma, or something. You had quite the collection. Were you fans of those bears? Should he gift you some? Ah, but your parents would toss them into the fire. As his mind somersaulted from one reckless thought to another, he noticed a laundry basket in the corner of your room.

He sauntered over and peered at its contents with sparkling blue eyes. He lifted your sweaters and produced a white one with a pink bow on the front. Your used panties. His heart hammered in his chest as he held it with trembling fingers. The blonde sniffed the damp patch on the gusset and groaned. His dick was already aching to be freed earlier when he saw you in the shower. Now his balls were clenching and screaming for release.

But it would be a waste to stop now. He didn’t know when you would return. So he pocketed the article of clothing and continued rummaging through your possessions.

He even went through your closet to inspect your collection. What were you into? Did you have a specific brand you frequented? Did you prefer lace or silk? Or cotton, like the one snug and warm in his pocket?

He found a matching set of lace underwear sat in the back of a drawer, a translucent design with roses and ribbons. He inspected it curiously– were you waiting to use them? Were you planning on wearing this for your ex-boyfriend? His lips curled into a snarl. It was a good thing he had gotten the kid off your radar. He couldn’t afford to let anyone see you in such scandalous lingerie. Only he should have the privilege of doing so. His mind raced with thoughts as he traced a finger along the strap of your bra.

Then your door creaked and you swung it open. He turned his head to see you, standing at the doorway wrapped in a fluffy towel that hugged your chest and hung above your knees. Your wet hair clung to your face, rivulets cascaded down your flushed skin. When your eyes met his, you froze. Wide eyes met his.

Uh oh.

Before you could scream, Leon lurched forward and clamped a hand over your mouth. He shushed you softly, mirroring your wide eyed expression.

“I know it looks bad,” he whispered. The force against your mouth prevented you from speaking. You began trembling as his lips inched closer, “But I don’t mean any harm.”

“Mmhmm?!” You mumbled against his palm. He withdrew and you gasped, stepping back while hugging your damp, shivering frame. “Leon, you can’t be here. This- This level is off limits to customers!”

“But I’m not just a customer,” he spread his arms. He slowly approached, footsteps thudding against the carpet, “And c’mon, you like me, right?”

Your eyes were ready to pop out of your skull. “Like you? I mean- Yes but- but not like- Like…” You squeaked as your back thumped against your door. Your hand reached behind and blindly searched for the doorknob. When you finally caught it, the blonde slammed a hand beside your head.

His face inched forward, a frown contorted on his handsome, hardened features. “Like what?” He breathed. You shivered at his warm breath fanning your cold skin. Hesitation paralysed your tongue, and as you struggled to speak, he clasped your jaw with his hand. His questioning, cold gaze was unlike the usual warmth he carried. And it scared you. You swallowed and choked out.

“...Not like lovers.”

A silence ensued between the two of you. The birds outside your window chirped with fervour, as if you weren’t cornered by your customer whom you had grown to trust over the past couple of months. His thick brows knitted tightly against his forehead as he gripped your jaw harshly. You winced, his bruising touch hurt and your hands clawed at his wrist. His nose wrinkled with displeasure as his eyes darkened. He was disappointed, but he couldn’t deny that he saw it coming. Didn’t sting any less.

“So that’s what you think of me,” he spat. Then he smashed his lips against yours and yanked your towel off your body. Your hands flew to his chest as you desperately pushed, a muffled scream on your lips as you resisted. Leon gripped your wrists and slammed them over your head against the door whilst slotting a knee between your trembling legs.

You tried to shout but he shoved his tongue into your mouth and embraced yours in a passionate tango. You couldn’t scream, couldn’t stop him as he shut you up with fervent kisses that sent shocks down your spine. His knee rubbed against your slit, and he bumped into your clit purposefully, eliciting a whine from your saliva stained lips. He pulled away to look at you– and gods, you were so beautiful. So pliant for him, so–

“Help!”

You screamed at the top of your lungs. But your head snapped to the side, and you stared blankly at his shoes. Your cheek stung, pulsating with a dull throb as you placed a hand over where he had slapped you. Tears welled up in your eyes and you refused to look up at him. You tried to run again, but this time he dragged you over to your bed and pushed you down.

Then he flipped open his phone and showed you his photos. You gaped in shock at the hundreds of blurry yet distinct shower pics in his album. The focal point? You.

He met your concerned gaze with a half-lidded one. He spoke quietly and slowly as he held the device over your face.

“You can run, but all it takes is one push and I’ll have this photo publicised everywhere. You wouldn’t want to ruin your parent’s business… right?”

More tears welled in your eyes and your bottom lip trembled with a sob. He hushed you and pressed a kiss to your forehead. Lashes fluttered close as your tears slid down your damp cheeks while the water from your undried hair seeped into your sheets. His voice was a broken record as your vision darkened.

“Shh, it’s alright. It’s gonna be alright…”

The rest was a blur. All you remembered was foggy vision and searing skin. But Leon remembered it all. You put up quite an impressive fight for a little girl like you. You had landed a blow in his temple and sent him reeling into your bed frame. But you were too weak to run, thanks to all the love bites he left around your inner thighs and legs that left you tingly and numb. You tried to crawl away, but even then it was pointless.

For the most part, you were pretty compliant. Like the good girl you were, you spread your legs prettily when asked and even nursed his cock with your lewd tongue, eyes glazed with tears and self-hate whilst he ate your pussy out. Hell, the rumours were true. Virgins gave the best head. You let him cum down your throat too, like the good girl you were. Your mouth pussy was so tight that he swore he saw angels flapping above him. And the cherry on top was when he finally hilted inside you, becoming one at last.

You laid quietly on his chest as he stroked your hair. It was damp, unlike your body which blazed with an ungodly heat that only hell could compete with. Your heart thumped in your chest, a rhythm unmatched with Leon’s. You couldn’t see his face, and it was probably best this way.

He was your first– a fact you had to come to terms with. You sniffled softly. Even though he forced himself on you, he still made sure to make it not hurt too much. It was too easy to give in to his touches– so you failed to put up a decent struggle. A single tear slid down your flushed cheek. You hated that he was so gentle yet so cruel with you.

For Leon, you would be his last, because he swore he’d never let go of you. He would make you his. Physically first, emotionally second, whatever the order mattered little to him. Because you were now bound to him, your souls intertwined in ways your bodies could never attempt to achieve.

He stared up at the ceiling. There was so much to do, and so much time now that you were his. Today felt good. Great. Pride glowed in his chest and he kissed your damp hair tenderly. You were finally his. Finally his to take and to train.

…

“L-Leon!” you squealed, clawing at the sink that he had bent you over. Jeans and panties pooled at your ankles, sitting on your dirty sneakers. Your lips were bleeding because you bit them to stop your screams.

You always had the wildest reactions to whatever he did. Was it because you were a nervous wreck? It’s been barely a month since he started breaking you in. Quite a bit of time to get accustomed to his antics. Looks like you needed more practice, he mentally noted.

“Shut up,” he hissed, rising to his full length to tower over you. His chest pressed against your back, and you whined at the heat pressed between your butt. “Be quiet or they’re gonna find us.”

You held his gaze in the bathroom mirror, and he placed his hands over yours as you still gripped the sink. Your hair had come undone, a mess that framed your flushed face as you panted softly. Goodness, you looked like a wreck. No thanks to the smug bastard behind you.

The blonde took pride in his work and belted out a laugh. A smack on your ass reeled you over the sink again, and you glared at him. Your eyes screamed: aren’t you a hypocrite? But he answered with a boyish grin that gave you butterflies. The damned smile of the devil himself.

His zipper travelled south and he popped himself out of his pants. He stroked it mindlessly before spinning you around so that you faced him. You stared at him incredulously and he gestured with a nod of his chin.

Leon needed no words, you knew what he wanted. Your bare knees hit the sticky bathroom tiles as you knelt, on tiles where its corners were cracked and filled with dirt that religiously lined its crevices. You took his semi-hard on in your little hand, and it twitched to stand at full length. It curved towards his toned abdomen, jumping in your loose hold. The head was flushed, beads of precum dotted the circumference of the tip.

You looked up at him and licked tentatively. He inhaled through his teeth as you gave him puppy licks, teasing the tip with the curve of your tongue while languidly stroking his cock. His hands carded through your hair, pushing back your stray hairs so that he could see you better. So pretty and willing for him, he grinned, and so eager to please.

A broken moan fell from his lips as you suckled on the tip like a baby on a pacifier. He tugged your hair backwards, and you frowned at him but took him in your mouth fully. You swallowed around his length, and it jumped in your throat as he clamped a hand on your head. He held you steady as he thrust his hips, fucking your throat deep and slow like he liked. He was never the kind of guy to rush a process in sex. Not when your mouth pussy was the perfect toy in the world. All for him to monopolise and use.

He chewed on his bottom lip and groaned. “So good. ‘S perfect for me, shit- Good girl. Taking my cock with your mouth so well- fuck…” He babbled mindlessly, drowning in his pleasure as you clutched the back of his ankles. You gripped onto the scratchy fabric with your fingernails and moaned around his length. Suddenly, somebody knocked.

“Hey. Are you there, (y/n)?” Your father called out. You stared up at Leon in terror, but he was too preoccupied with your throat hugging his dick to even care. You gagged when he jabbed his dick against your gummy walls.

You glared at him with teary eyes, and he gestured at your nose- no doubt reminding you to breathe with it. Gently slapping his legs, you tried to free yourself with a warning look. Leon rolled his eyes and called out, “You’ve got the wrong person. It’s just me.”

“Oh-” your dad recognised him, and he hesitated before saying, this time louder. “(y/n)’s missing, I can’t find her anywhere.”

“I’m sure she’s fine. Maybe she’s upstairs,” He grinned as he thrust into your mouth. You gagged again, and he chuckled softly as he stroked the top of your head. “Perhaps she’s taking a shower.”

As if something clicked in you, your eyes widened in fear and you tried to pull away frantically. Not that he’d let you, as he held your head in place from the back, fingers tangled with your hair as he dug his blunt nails into your scalp. A warning to remind you of your place. You complied with a weakened grasp on his pants as you lowered your eyes.

Your father muttered incoherently before stomping away. When a minute passed, Leon finally pulled out and you gasped exaggeratedly, a hand rubbing your sore throat.

“You’re such an asshole sometimes,” you whisper shouted through coughs. The fight in your eyes had returned as you leaned against the wall, pants still pooled around your ankles. The man you mistook for a kind person was truly a wolf in sheep’s clothing all along, a ravenous beast that ravaged you whenever he fancied. You knew that now. If only you had known sooner, then you wouldn’t be stuck in this mess.

“You know you like it,” he said in a sing song voice. You crinkled your forehead as he lowered the toilet seat cover and sat on top of it.

He spread his legs and leaned back. His dick twitched against his stomach. Its length shined with your saliva and blood from your busted lips. Your chest tightened as he coaxed you with the wave of his hand.

“C’mon, finish what you started.”

…

Your parents were on to the two of you faster than he’d expected. There was one time when he almost found Leon and you in the restaurant’s kitchen. If it weren’t for the locked door, he was sure your dad (if he could muster the strength) would chop his balls off and frame them above his bed like a banner. That was how much he had grown to detest the regular, evident in the way he would wordlessly slam his dishes down on his table. Maybe he knew what had transpired in the toilet that day. How he fucked your ass and brains out in the toilet til you were a whimpering, unthinking mess. The store had to close for the day because of the lack of help on the sales floor.

Your dad even refused the fat tips for his wonderful service. Oh, whatever shall Leon do?

Your mother was also a bit of a tough crowd. Eyes sharp with distrust, always keeping her daughter by her side in the kitchen. Her death grip on the butcher knife would’ve been frightening if it weren’t for her trembling knees when he gazed her way. Maybe she also knew of that one time he made you squirt in your parent's room, coating their bedroom mirror with your shared fluids as he pressed you against it. Quite the overprotective parents they were.

And for the other regulars, they continued fantasising about their lovely waitress. Not knowing that she was taken by a traitor among them, a guy that kept to himself in the corners, lighter in hand as he lured your attention as always. Like a moth drawn to a flame, you always found yourself in his arms time and time again.

Your parents were in their room next door as you sat in his lap, legs wrapped around his waist. Two bodies clung desperately together, wrapped in a sweaty embrace as he cupped your plush ass cheeks in his hands, hoisting you up and then dropping you so you’d slam down on his length. His eyes, muddied with desire, were locked with yours as your tongues fought for dominance in each other's mouths. A pile of underwear, his and yours– the lacey one with roses and ribbons (from ages ago)– were tangled on the carpet indiscreetly.

Your hands wandered up and down his scarred back. The tip of his cock jabbed against your cervix, and you whimpered against his lips. Fingernails dug into the scar on his shoulder, an indented wound that caused him to exhale through gritted teeth.

“Leon-” you pulled away and rested your forehead against his. Your nose bumped into his as he bounced you, “-I love you. I love- mhn… love you so much…”

The blonde could barely hear your muffled words over the incessant creaking of your bed. But he nuzzled your nose, a smile playing on his flushed face.

“I love you too,” he whispered, and he pressed a tender kiss to your lips. “Love you so much, baby.”

He slowed down his ministries and embraced your lips with delicate kisses. With his twitching cock buried in the depths of your sticky, pulsing cunt, you moaned his name and angled your head for more. Your arms wrapped around his neck in a loose embrace as you stayed like this, sloppily kissing while basking in the moonlight that seeped from your curtains.

You grinded your softness against his body, chest mushed on his sweaty pectorals. A mewl fell from your swollen lips as you gazed at him longingly. “More, need more.”

“Fuck,” he inhaled shakily. He swiped his thumb under the crease of your eye. “You’re such a needy thing. Drunk on my cock this quick already, hm?”

“Yeah,” you smiled softly, “‘Cause it’s you.”

The man laughed quietly– he swore there were butterflies in his stomach. They fluttered around in his depths as if he wasn’t currently balls deep in you. God, he was so whipped for you. He was such a lucky man– he didn’t deserve your smile.

He carefully flipped you over and placed you on your knees. You rested your head on the sheets, leaned forward to tilt your butt towards him. It rested on your crack, and a giggle bubbled from you when you wriggled against his cock. A playful smack on one cheek echoed in your room. You would shoot him death glares whenever he did that. But today you moaned into the sheets and smooshed your ass against his torso for more.

Fuck, he grimaced. How did you get this lewd? Oh it was thanks to him. With his ego mightily stoked, he chuckled and soothed the hand mark with another.

Leon gripped your waist with one hand, another spreading your cheeks to get a better view as he slid himself into your wetness. You were always a tight fuck, gripping hard enough to snap him in half, but today’s descent into you had him arching his own back in bliss. It was like you were trying to milk his balls worth, like you wanted a bun in the oven tonight.

You gritted your sheets in your teeth, strings of drool snaking down your chin as your body rocked up and down the bed. Muffled moans rose in pitch as he speared your insides, his hipbone smashing into your jiggling ass with the relentless snapping of his hips. Dishevelled threads of blonde hair hung over his tightly lidded eyes, bouncing as he chased his high.

“Fuck fuck fuck. I love you. You’re mine-” he rambled as he slammed into your womb punishingly. “-Gonna breed you with my kids. You want that? Fuck, say you want it!”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you babbled his name brokenly. Garbled ‘yes’s fell from your quivering lips, and he snaked a hand under you to slap your clit with his calloused, scarred palm. You gasped and he shoved your head into the mattress when you cried his name in pleasure. A few more slaps and you were trembling like a leaf, your upper body totally collapsed onto the bed like a used doll. Your walls gripped him tightly, ripping out a deep moan from Leon. Then he pressed his hips flushed to your quivering butt and emptied his seed into you.

The warmth in your belly was comforting, the heat spread to the rest of your body as you hummed softly in approval. You collapsed entirely on the bed, and his dick slipped out with a soft sound. Stained with rings of cream, it hung limply between his toned thighs, and you weakly crawled over to run your tongue along one of its veins.

Leon’s cock twitched on your tongue. Amused, he took his phone and snapped a picture of you. He held the screen beside your face, gazing at the matching blissed out expressions you carried in both. He pushed your hair behind your ear as you nuzzled against his leg. Your eyes began fluttering shut, and he gently adjusted your limp body so that you laid down beside him. He pulled your blanket over the two of you and held you flushed to his chest. Your breathing slowed to a steady pace, and he pecked your forehead with his lips.

You deserved a bigger tip the next time he visited. For your generous customer service. He made a mental note and closed his eyes, too tired to care about the rattling of your doorknob across the room.

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[raestarz]

Heated arguments

RE4 Leon x fem!reader

Summary: You two had been fighting for days about something that was honestly something not worth fighting about. Inspired by Kendrick Lamar’s, We Cry Together.

WARNINGS: Angst(?), smut, fingering, P in V, cream pie.

Word count: 2.0 k words

"I'm fucking leaving," you huffed walking past Leon from your shared bedroom and he raced in front of you grabbing your keys from the kitchen counter before you could reach them. You sighed rubbing a hand over your face.

"Give my fucking keys, Leon." You emphasized every word in that sentence to show that you weren't messing around that day, reaching for your keys, Leon shook his head.

"I'm not letting you leave," he said, holding your keys behind him as you reached for them again. You clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth looking up and away from him, you took a breath trying to calm down but honestly? You couldn't, you needed to get away from him.

"I wanna leave. I don't wanna be here with you anymore." You retorted looking away from him but you could tell from the silence that you had hurt him, the silence and tension between you two was thick enough to cut.

"Okay," he started with a small laugh and you whipped around to face him, outstretching your hand for your keys. "You're still not leaving, I won't let you leave mad at me, baby." He added and you let out a humorless chuckle.

"You know what, fuck you!" You shouted at him finally getting to your limit you were sick of this arguing with him and it was all because you saw that he kept something he and you both know he shouldn't have. Leon laughed at your outburst, "Nah, fuck you bitch!" He spat back and your face scrounged up, you reached for your keys again and he took a step back waving the keys in your face.

"Come on? You want 'em so fucking bad come get them!" He taunted you with a smile, you shoved him angrily and chased him around the couch. He kept taunting you while you told him "fuck you," "I hate you," "When I get my keys I'm leaving and never coming back."

He just laughed at you and that honestly made it worse for you, you huffed and yelled in frustration. Until one of his responses while he was on the other side of the couch was, "You just mad, I haven't given you some dick in a while." He stated this with a smirk you wanted to slap off his smug ass face.

You took a small breath and focused on what you wanted, your keys, you wanted your keys right? Right. You shook your head to focus up, "Give me my fucking keys, bro." You spat back and he raised his brows giving a small, 'okay' under his breath.

He walked over to you, getting extremely close. You took a half a step back completely forgetting that you had wanted your keys in the first place, he took a step forward wrapping his arm around your waist the other hand that carried your keys grabbing yours, placing the keys in your hand.

"If you wanna go, baby." Leon started his voice soft and somewhat hoarse from the previous yelling at each other, "Go." He added on, you felt the cool weight of your keys in your hand and you looked from the front door back to Leon. Your eyes meeting his, he removed his hand from yours and took a slight step back to give you room to leave.

"Go," He repeated giving a small shrug, you sat there silently and then shook your head. "Oh, now you don't wanna leave?" He asked giving a low chuckle, you could feel the weird sexual energy in his voice and his shift in body language. You licked yours lips and nodded, suddenly silent after hours of talking back and yelling at him.

"I need a verbal response, princess..." He said with a smirk stepping closer to you taking his free hand cupping your cheek in his hand. You felt a warm feeling coming down south, knowing damn well he was turning you on. You closed your eyes, for a moment before opening them and meeting his blue ones. "I don't wanna leave, Leon." You admitted feeling slightly embarrassed from your previous outburst.

"That's what I thought," He chuckled before pressing his lips against yours capturing you in a heated and angry kiss. You gasped softly, as his lips moved against yours. Leon slipped his tongue into your mouth exploring your mouth as if it was the first time again. He let out a low groan when his tongue met yours, the two of you kissed feverishly until he broke the kiss. "I'm sorry, I'll get rid of everything involving her." He whispered, pressing his forehead against yours the both of you breathing heavily having a strand of saliva between the two of you.

You let out a small heavy laugh, "That's all I wanted." You stated and he gave a small smile nodding, "I know princess, I'm sorry." He apologized and you smiled back. Leon took his arm from around your waist and his hand off your face quickly lifting you up by your thighs, you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms over his neck dropping your keys. He rubbed circles into your thighs with his thumbs as he walked you two into your shared bedroom.

You two needed this desperately. But, you need something else right now.

Leon gently placed you onto the bed taking his shirt off in the same moment tossing it into a corner of the room, you watched him as he suddenly grabbed your jaw capturing you into another kiss crawling in between your legs, as he focused his other hand on unbuttoning your shorts taking them off and pressing a pad from his index finger against the obvious wet spot on your panties. He broke the kiss with a small chuckle as your faced was heated from the previous events.

"See, I knew she was just missing me." He murmured smugly clearly talking about your wet heat as he started to kiss you again going to your jaw kissing down your neck until he found your sweet spot, smirking against your skin when you let out a low mewl.

You rolled your eyes at his words but knew your body craved to be filled by him, to ease the ache between your legs, and Leon knew he craved the same from you. Leon noticed the smirk and let out a small laugh, he slipped your shirt over your head and smiled at the lack of a bra, a teasing brow raising as he noticed your sensitive nipples harden immediately to the cold room.

He removed his hand from your face and took his fingers twisting your right nipple in between his index and thumb earning another mewl from you, "Fuck, Leon stop teasing me." You huffed clearly impatient for this long ache to be relieved. Leon laughed shaking his head as he lowered his head capturing your left nipple within his lips making you gasp at the warm sensation of his tongue against it sucking gently, making your back arch as he grazed his teeth against it.

While he was sucking against your nipple he took his hand from your right nipple to dragging down your panties sticking two digits inside of your heat curling upward getting another lewd noise from your mouth. Leon smirked against your breast and you quickly realized he wanted you to beg. He pumped his fingers in and out of your wet cunt as he sucked your nipple, your cunt making obscene squelches. You continued to let out lewd noises from his actions and Leon could feel his cock throb in his gray sweatpants.

He lifted his head from your breast and gave you a toothy grin, "Beg for it." Leon instructed his eyes watching yours as you moaned writhed from his calculated pumping and now his incorporated thumb swirling in a perfect eight to your clit, gripping the bedding beneath you.

"Fuck, fine. Please, Leon, please fuck me..." You whined your voice breathy from your previous lewd noises, fed up from the fingering knowing he was doing it enough to make you feel good but not to finish. Leon smirked and took his fingers out of your cunt, pulling down his sweatpants his cock springing out laying against his stomach, his tip pink at the top and gleamed from precum.

He took his hand around the base of his shaft giving himself a couple pumps, "I'm gonna fuck my frustration out in you," he growled in you ear, as he lined himself up with you and you knew immediately what you were in for. Leon started to slowly slide himself into you letting you adjust to the size of him, nibbling the bottom your ear and kissing it down to your jaw and neck till he fully bottomed out in you.

"I expect nonetheless," you spat back in a raspy voice and he gripped your thighs angrily ripping himself out of you until just the tip remained in, while you whined from the lack of himself being in you. Until he slammed himself back into you, earning a gasp and he threw your arms over his shoulders, you dug your nails into his soft skin. "That's for saying you were gonna leave." He grunted as he pulled out again and then back in, getting another gasp from you.

As he was inside of you he decided to finally fuck you at a pace that you both could handle till he remembered his frustration not wanting to let you get comfortable with it, he picks up his pace growing rougher obscene squelches coming from your wet heat again as he rammed into you. Your moans matching in pace with his thrusts, you felt the knot in your lower abdomen build up from his pace.

You honestly felt overwhelmed but this felt so good, what you needed after days of constant fighting. But suddenly Leon changed the position, pushing your legs up further with your knees to your head into a mating press as he fucked you with more aggressiveness you whined from the change in position feeling the knot in your lower abdomen threaten to break more in more.

"I...I can't take anymore," you whimpered feeling tears brim in your eyes.

"Yes, you can."

Leon shifted positions again this time putting your legs over his shoulders as he continued to fuck you, you moaned and writhed under his rough thrusts. "Fuck, fuck, I...I'm so close." You muttered and he smirked, leaning down to kiss you still thrusting himself into you. "Good, come for me baby." He commanded into the kiss as he broke the kiss then put your thumb onto your clit as he fucked you at the same pace.

The knot threatened to break as he continued to work and suddenly broke, as you orgasmed Leon continued to fuck you and as your walls fluttered around him, he felt himself coming as well leaning his head into your shoulder as he spilled into you moaning and groaning until the both of you rode out your orgasms from each other.

Leon smirked as he pulled out kissing your forehead, the hairs from your forehead sticking from the sweat during intercourse. "Maybe, we should talk things out next time?" Leon suggested with a small smile as he pulled his sweatpants up going to the bathroom and coming back with a warm rag, cleaning up your two's mixed fluids. You stretched as he did so, he went into your closet grabbing your favorite shirt of his sitting you up gently, slipping it over your head climbing into bed with you. Pulling you close as he wrapped his arms around you pressing a kiss to your forehead and temple.

"Yeah, maybe we should." You nuzzling your face into his neck suddenly feeling drowsy and falling asleep, in the comfort of Leon's arms. Leon let out a small laugh and pulled the cover over you two, putting his head on top of yours falling asleep.

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[lex-the-flex]

I’m Starving, Darling

Leon S. Kennedy x reader

Summary: Being stuck together can reveal a whole new series of secrets, leaving the shared experience trapped in chains.

Word Count: 770

Warning(s): 18+ – PURE SMUT, oral sex (f! receiving), body appreciation, slight dirty talk, brief action and violence, and fluff if you squint.

A/N: RE4R is amazing and I’m SWOONING over Leon! Inspired by Hoxier’s new song: Eat Your Young. Feedback is appreciated and enjoy!

"Sacrificial lamb. You will receive our most sacred body. It begins now."

That haunting vow. The terrifying proclamation was set in stone. Written in the course of some fucked up stars, a pit rose from the bottom of his stomach.

Knowing that the worst was yet to come.

The high pitched static subsided just as Leon jerked his head to the side, waking up in a panic. Gasping for air, his blurry vision straightened while his icy blue eyes adjusted to the dinky lit room. Feeling the pounding rhythm of his heartbeat, his throat remained dry from the beginning signs of dehydration.

Glancing toward the ceiling, the static faded whilst he found his hands chained above his head.

“Oh what the fuck?” Leon whispered to himself.

Pulling his hands down, your hands rose in the air.

“Hey! Cut it out!” You said, turning your attention to Leon.

Standing from your shared position on the ground, the two of you remain face to face.

“Well you’re a sight for sore eyes.” Leon jokes with a smirk.

“Thanks. Are you okay? That big guy practically threw you to kingdom come.” You say, gazing over his form before you.

“I’m fine, Y/N. Promise. You’re not hurt are you?” He asks, stepping closer.

“No, I’m alright.” You reply, looking up at the simple pulley system keeping the two of you trapped.

Observing this with you, a lightbulb went off in Leon’s head, and he knew what to do next. Yanking at your cuffs that we’re keeping your wrists shackled, you tried to loosen the pulley wheel, but it didn’t budge once.

“How the hell are you gonna get out of here?” Leon asks, tugging on his side of the chain.

“I don’t know. You could give me a boost, then maybe we could–“ You start, but are cut off by Leon’s face filling with shock.

“Watch out!” He shouted, pulling you to the side.

Rushing toward the space where you once stood, a Ganado swings his axe in the air, hoping to hit you. Shoving your shoulder at the wooden handle of the axe, the object clatters with the cement flooring, and Leon pulls himself up on the chain before breaking the man’s neck with his boot.

Regaining your balance, your breath hitches in your chest, and Leon hastily paces toward you. Crashing his lips around your own, breathing then became impossible. Letting go of your lower lip with a bite, a gasp escapes your mouth just as he drags his lips down to the bare skin of your neck.

“Oh Leon, what’re you doing? Now’s not the time.” You retaliate, hoping he’ll get the hint.

Removing his lips from your neck, his breath is hot against your face.

“There’s always time, sweetheart. Besides, I’ve always wanted to have you tied up.” He teases, and you swear you saw a pair of red devil horns appear in his blonde hair.

Descending your standing form with feverish kisses, he squats on his knees, pulling the chain with him, so you’re just barely on your toes beneath the pair of combat boots.

Quickly unbuckling the holsters belt clip, his latched wrists undo the button of your black cargo pants before reaching your most comfortable pair of silk panties. Gently pressing his lips to the ticklish skin of your inner thighs, a preemptive moan escaped from your mouth.

“Leon…” You whimpered, in pure pleasure.

Stopping, Leon’s eyes sent a tingle up your spine.

“Ssh, sh. You look good tied up. It’s been driving me crazy.” He praised, gripping your hips in his hands.

Making contact with your clit, he pushed his tongue in between the throbbing bundle of nerves, making your body squirm. Your vision went blurry as you gripped the metal chain keeping your hands in place.

Tightening his grip around the exposed skin of your hips, you knew there would be single bruises there, but you didn’t care. Deepening the kiss around your folds, Leon slid his tongue in your hole, longing for your taste. Your head jerked back and a growl rumbled in Leon’s chest, knowing that he’d get what he wanted.

Taking his time eating you out, your walls began to close around his touch. Your knuckles went white and your body went numb while Leon chased the high of your orgasm. Moaning his name, that was something he never got tired of hearing, knowing that he was all yours. His mouth filled with the taste of you and the moment he’d unlock these chains, he would enjoy every little bit of you before continuing on in this hellish landscape.

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[rainforest-daisies]

Day 10|uniform kink

Character: Leon Kennedy x afab!reader

CW: PIV, dirty talk, pre!apocalypse AU

A/n: i started to hate this after i wrote like the first paragraph😭

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Your feet were planted on a soft rug in front of the kitchen stove, cooking a batch of scrambled eggs that were most likely over-salted, with the strap from your nightgown sliding down your shoulder as you scraped the eggs onto a plate.

It was earlier than you would have rather woken up, but with the ruckus of Leon getting ready, you couldn't possibly fall back asleep. Your eyes zoned out, almost spilling the eggs, when Leon's hands wrapped themselves around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder, the fast movements causing you to jump. “Thank you for making breakfast, sweetheart.” A kiss was pressed to your cheek before his figure pulled away and stepped to the coffee pot, hearing the clicks of his dress shoes against the floor.

His hand poured the burning hot coffee into a travel cup, sealing the lid and looking back at you, only to see you bending over, picking up a spilled piece of egg. His tongue met his cheek, a smirk rising on his face as he saw the unclothed flesh he had been worshiping the night before. His cup dipped down onto the counter, Leon almost forgetting about it as he walked back to your body, catching you by surprise once again when you stood back up.

“I know what you're doing…Baby, I can’t be late for work. not on my first day, at least...” a pondering look appeared on his face the moment he saw your teasing pout, gently giggling at your facial expression, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“You can be quick, right?” A joking scoff left his lips, as his hands were already fondling the buckle of his belt, undoing the faux leather and dropping it to the floor. The buttons of his black trousers were next to be undone, revealing his tight boxers that hugged his hips, and his already hardening cock. his body pressed yours against the stove's opposing counter, gripping at your waist so tightly that its flesh protruded between his sprawled fingers, his insatiable desire for your body fogging his mind of any consequences.

His free hand dragged itself down your navel, catching ahold of the nightgown hem and lifting it, spreading your thighs as far as you could without sliding off the counter. His finger brushed your slit, collecting arousal that was proof of your evergrowing neediness.

“Was this your plan, hm?” His smile never faltered from his face as he questioned you, “Cook me breakfast and make me miss it? Cause I'm too busy playing with you?” He teased your clit with one hand, freeing your waist with the other, reaching down to pull his dick from the confinements of his boxers. He teased your cunt with the tip, rubbing circles as his precum leaked against you. With a sudden movement, he entered you, simultaneously kissing your lips.

At first, his thrusts were slow, continuously rubbing your clit to aid the pleasure, yet, he couldn’t control himself anymore, his hips were suddenly rampant, surprising you. His cock brushed your cervix, making your body jolt in his arms, gentle coos fell from his lips as your moans grew louder in his ear, “fuck…you feel so good…” The fabric from his unbuttoned pants still rested on his hips, and tickled your inner thigh with each thrust, “feel good? Yeah? Is my girl enjoying herself?” Your hips began to buck upwards, matching the pace of his thrusts as your lips sucked in breaths between your teeth, nodding at his question, too preoccupied to answer with words. “You like it when I fuck you in my new uniform? Shit…I can tell. You're drenched, baby...” his words were drawn out, in between gasps and moans.

His thumb begins to tremble, thrusting you into your awaited orgasm, which causes him to follow promptly. With a loud moan, he spilled his load into your clenching cunt, arm wrapping around your torso and holding the back of your head against his shoulder. “Shit…” his arms pulled you closer, heavily breathing as his eyes trailed up to the clock above your kitchen sink.

“sh…shit! I'm late!”

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[graysnetwork]

So I kinda gave up on running my story through Grammarly, so please bare with me here.

Also, I found the audio and listened to it as I wrote this to see how I would write the story, this is also my first time completely writing smut so pls don't be rude or I will delete 🙈

I will take yalls constructive criticism, so thanks ☺️

LEON KENNEDY x READER (smut..)

Read warnings pls

Info: when I check who posted the audio I will give them credits cuz they are the one who introduced me to... Audios I think

Edit: FOUND IT — I found it meiiioo’s acc (yes on tumblr)

Warnings: afab!reader, consensual‼️, pet names, spanking, praise, fingering, mating press, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, baby talk, creampie.

Summary— reader lost a bet and has to wear a bunny suit for the rest of the weekend, now their friend and roommate are sitting in his room getting ready to watch a show, but Leon is very annoying with all his teasing.

You were coming out of your room as Leon walked through the door, you hadn’t seen him this morning which you were grateful for.

“Hey I was gonna order takeout for dinner, do you-“ he was cut off by the sight of you, in a bunny costume “w-what in the world are you wearing?” He asks with a chuckle, this was odd to say the least; for the both of you. “A bunny costume” you say bluntly, it was embarrassing, and you were just hoping he wouldn’t make too much fun of you.

“I see that it’s a bunny costume, but, why?” He asks as he looks you up and down repeatedly, “I lost a bet with my friends” you admit, “no fucking way, since when do you take bets? Last time I checked, you pussied out of anything that needed any ounce of courage” he said and you pushed him.

“I’m just saying the truth, but, how long are you gonna have to wear it?” He asks, he was your roommate and your friend after all, so he was gonna be the one who would have to see you during this.

“The rest of the weekend..” you admit, situating the headband for what felt like the fifteenth time, “the rest of the weekend?” He almost didn’t believe you, he began laughing at you.

Making fun of you and asking if you’d like him to be your magician, you hit him again, lightly. He stopped the joke.

“Why don’t you just, not wear it? It’s not like your friends are gonna know” he suggests, “I pinky promised though” you tell him, he chuckles, “Why am I not surprised that you still do that?” He asks as he chuckles again.

—

“You can’t expect me to stop making fun of you” he says as the two of you lay on his bed, ready to watch a show, “stop it with the teasing Leon” you tell him, it was already beginning to annoy you.

“Or what? Your the least intimidating person in the entire apartment complex” he chuckles “It’s not like you could do anything about it” he says as he laughed a little more.

You kicked him a bit hard and he groaned but continued the teasing.

“Okay stop that, im serious” he said before you kicked him again and he got tired of it and grabbed you, and pinned you down, “you just had to be a fucking brat huh?” He asks you “what are you gonna do?” You ask as he keeps you pinned to the bed.

“I dunno bunny, what should I do?” He asks, a smirk appears on his face, you could feel his pants and how a bulge was beginning to appear in them and with how close he was, the bulge was right near your clit. You could feel it, and if you were being honest it didn't feel bad, you didn’t even think about it until he brought it up— “Why're you moving your hips like that bunny?” He asked.

His voice now sounded airy, and it took all of him to stop himself from moaning at your movements.

He flipped you over onto your stomach and laid you over his thighs, “never met a bunny, that is a brat” he said, dragging his hands down to your ass, “I know you want this bunny, tell me your okay with this..” he said, he waited for your answer.

You nodded and hummed a “mhm” for him, which made him happy, to hear you admit you wanted him.

“Listen, you just tell me when to stop..” he said trailing off and rubbing your ass more now.

“mmm’your ass, with this cute cotton tail, just looks so good” he said, “it’s fucking perfect..” he said, as his hand left your ass before he smacked it.

“Oh? Wasn’t expecting that huh bunny?” He asks almost in a mocking tone. “It’s what a brat like you deserves, no?” He asks as he smacks you ass again.

Your whimpers only made him like this more.

“how many..” you ask as you fix the headband again, “how many? However many I want bunny, plus your making such” he spanks you again, almost harder than the last one “pretty noises” he finishes as you whimper again.

He laughs at the sight of you, before rubbing your ass again, “oh bunny, look at how red your ass is..” he cooed as he kneaded it. “Your so beautiful huh?” He said, the change from his actions and praise could make you dizzy.

“My pretty bunny, yeah” he said before spanking you again, it caught you off guard, “your mine, y’not gonna let anyone else do this to you right?” He asked and nodded with a simple “yeah”

“Good bunny” he rubbed your ass, almost like a reward, before smacking you again, it seemed like a rhythm now. “My good, pretty bunny” with ever word he said aloud he smacked your ass each time, before kneading it.

“c’mere, it’s okay baby” he said, allowing you to get up and straddle him, which you did, almost out of fear he’d surprise you with another slap to your butt.

“You okay?” He asked and you nodded, “yeah, I’m okay” you said as his hands returned to your ass and he nodded before kissing you. “mm’ffuck you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do that” he admitted as he pulled away from your lips.

“you’ve been wanting this?” You asked quietly, and he nodded as he kissed your neck, “been wanting this since the moment I saw you” he said returning his lips to your neck. If you were being honest, Leon was handsome, and you’d been wanting to make a move on him, so maybe this bunny costume wasn’t so bad.

“Don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before baby” he admits as he kisses your collar bone, you shiver at the way his lips feel on your skin, the way he places wet kisses there.

“keep making those pretty noises” he says as he kisses the other side of your neck. “look at the way your nipples look against this fabric hon” he said staring at your chest. “just begging for my attention huh? I’ll give it to you” he says he tugs a bit at them.

You let out a whimper “sensitive huh?” He asks.

How could you forget?

It’s ovulation week.

Leon pulls you out of your thoughts when he tugs at your bunny suit. “This is a one piece, no?” He asks knowingly, sliding your arms out. “just perfect to give me access to everything..” he says, pulling the suit down your body.

Revealing everything to him, your chest, to your genitals, it felt very exposing, but at the same time you liked the way Leon stared at your body in awe.

He moved his fingers down to your pussy, and rubbed his thumb over your clit, “so wet, I’m only rubbing your clit baby..” he teased you as he leaned into kiss you again while rubbing more.

“Can I slide my finger in bunny?” He asked, he stared at you intently before you nodded, he slid his finger in as he kissed you again, he pulled away slightly after kissing you “mmm’fuck your so fuckin hot..” he admitted as he kissed you again, his breathing quickened as well with every movement of his fingers sliding in and out.

“You want two?” he asks, before you could give him a yes he slid his middle finger in as well, a quiet whimper escaped your lips once again. “Love the way your movin your hips baby” he mumbled against you.

“want more, we both do” he said and curled his fingers, moving quicker, “m’your so good, your a good bunny” he mumbled before kissing you again.

“mmmhm” he hummed as he stared your pussy. “yeah come all over my fingers, squirmy bunny..” he said as he felt you clench all around his fingers. “bet y’taste delicious” he said as he lowered himself to your cunt.

“can I taste you princess? I bet you wanna be cleaned, right?” He asked for permission, before you nodded “mkay” you muttered and he looked at you, staring into your eyes as he connected his lips to your pussy, lapping at it, sliding his tongue over the slit and sucking on your clit.

“mm’bunny, you want a pillow?” He asked nicely against your pussy, it was a contrast to what he was doing, sucking at your clit with all he could, you let out a quiet moan, and he pulled away from your pussy, you let out a dissatisfied noise before he lifted your head up gently and placed a pillow below you.

It was easy to forget how nice he was, especially with he was treating you and.. your ass. But the gentleness from his hands made you feel comforted.

“I want you now bunny… you see how hard I am?” He said unzipping his pants and pulling both his pants and boxers down to let his cock be visible to you. You could see the precum smeared on his boxers.

You almost didn’t notice him lower back to your pussy until he said— “yeah put your legs over my shoulders, I’ll make you feel good, y’trust me bunny?” He asked licking at your clit again.

You nod and mutter a “yeah, I trust you”

“Good, now can I get inside this perfect cunt?” He asked you as you nodded, “good girl, bunny” he said as he slid his cock in.

He gave you a minute to adjust to his size, and used that time to give you a few hickeys on your collarbone and neck.

He moved very slightly and heard you quietly ask if he could move now, he nodded for you and moaned as he started moving. “mm’ffuck bunny, you feel so good” he said as his skin slapped against you.

“Your so warm around me” he said kissing you “just take it” he put more weight on you to fuck deeper into you, “yeah take it bunny, that’s my sweet bunny, sweet n’sexy bunny” he said.

“Too much for you? too deep for my bunny to handle?” He asked, even if you said yes he probably wouldn’t have stopped, only if you asked him too, he could tell you enjoyed this, maybe even a bit more than him.

“You still okay baby?” He asked as he went quicker and harder into you “y-yeah” was all you could get out before he kissed you again. “Fuck that’s it, yeah..” he trailed off as he slammed harder, if that was even possible.

“My perfect bunny” he said, “y’close? Yeah?” He asked as you nodded at his first question, “me too, m’gonna come with you, yeah” he said kissing your cheek.

“That’s it, shit, if you keep squeezing me like that, I’ll come” “mm’ffuck” he started getting a little lost in it two, as he began whimpering and trying to go quicker for you to reach your high.

“You want me to come in you bunny?” He asked, “yeah you’d like the idea of having some kids with me after I fill you up, huh?” He asked again as he was on the verge of coming. “I’d love to fuck some bunnies in you” he muttered, you almost didn’t hear him.

He reaches down and starts playing with our clit, “yeah you love that baby, you should see your face” he says rubbing only a little bit faster, “want you to come with me” he said.

“fuck” he said softly as he came along with you, and kissed you gently, his movement didn’t stop he continued sliding his cock as deep as he could in you but he was slower now, more gentle almost.

He gave you a second to rest before he slid out of you slowly, making sure you’d feel all of him.

He groaned quietly at the sight of you, “it’s leaking out of you bunny” he said as he stared at your guy’s cum mixed together, “you look so… sexy” he said “wanna get a taste of what we’re like, together” he said as he lowered himself down to your cunt again.

“m’no, too sensitive right, right now” you mumbled as you pulled softly at his hair. He chuckled quietly at your attempts to pull his face away from your cunt.

“Your too sensitive? I know baby, I know” he cooed “you can come for me again bunny, you have one more left for me, no?” He asked with a soft tone, hoping it would help his chances.

You decided to nod, you wanted it, you’d wanted him for a while now so why would you turn down his offer down.

He lapped at your pussy, sucking at your clit and even kissing it at some point, it was all so much and you came faster than the last two times. Maybe it was because you were sensitive, or it could possibly be because he was the first guy in your life to be so good at eating pussy.

He pulled away and laid down next to you while pulling you to lay on your side to look at him.

“been wanting to do that for so long” he admitted and placed another kiss on your cheek, “me, me too” you said relaxing, and snuggling up closer to him for more warmth.

“Really, I guess you should’ve worn a bunny costume sooner huh?” He said chuckling, “maybe” you simply said as you smiled at him. “Hm, I think we should clean up” he suggested and you nodded, “we should talk about, us” he said.

Right, now that you’ve had sex with your roommate and long-ish time crush, you should establish what you two were now. “C’mon bunny, I’ll clean you up, I’m sure a shower together would be nice right?” He said, as he picked you up by the back of your thighs.

“Yeah, a shower does sound good” you said wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your head on his shoulder.

“and, since my bed is a mess how about I sleep with you tonight, wouldn’t want you to get cold” he said as he carried you into the bathroom. “Yeah” you said.

“you didn’t actually mean what you said right? That you liked the idea of fucking me to have kids, or as you said bunnies” you asked, “ah, uh, well I don’t hate the idea of having some bunnies with you, don’t get me wrong you’d look, great, pregnant” he chuckled “but only if you want them too, I’ll stuff you full of my cum as much as want and need” he said in a reassuring way.

“I don’t know if, having kids in university is the best idea, but I’m not opposed to having your babies” you said, it caught him by surprise, he had to take a quick moment to collect his thoughts.

“Yeah, but, you would look hot pregnant”

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The end 😊 (happy ever after idk)

#imagines #x reader stories #fluff #oneshot #smut #leon x reader #re4 leon #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy #afab reader #leon kennedy x reader #bunny suit x roommate! leon???? #resident evil leon #leon kennedy resident evil #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy smut

[rottenrosethorns]

What about sextexting with re2 (or re4) leon while he's away on a work mission??? This idea just seems so 😩if you're not comfortable with it, that's okay too!

Pairing: RE2!Leon Kennedy x afab!Reader 

Genre: Sexting/Video Call AU, Smut 

Synopsis: While away on a mission, Leon has a hard time getting you out of his mind and vice versa. So when calling to check up, you have other plans to fill that void of loneliness. 

Word Count: 4.0K

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT; swearing, mentions of grooming, pillowfucking, dildo, blowjob, handjob, mutual masturbation, guided masturbation, lingerie, name calling (good boy, naughty boy) 

A/N: Special thanks to @starcrossedreaders for this request and graciously allowing me to change it because I had poop ideas! This is based on another smut I wrote a long time ago, but I hope it’s okay! Also, im writing this as my flight got delayed so I’m at the airport for 9 HOURS, so keep your expectations low :))))

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“What the fuck am I doing here?” 

Leon groaned into the clean pillow of his hotel bed, face buried into its plushness as he sunk further into the mattress to alleviate the ache in his bones. Within the past forty-eight hours, he’d been flown across the country, forced into a suit to play guard dog for yet another socialite event, and thrown to the wolves commonly known as the rich singles that found an attractive police officer turned security guard a fun toy to play with. Just thinking about the much older women that were more than willing to groom him into submission made him shudder as he snuggled deeper into the crisp white sheets. With events like this, Leon wished he’d been put on traffic patrol near downtown square instead. 

Grumbling, Leon forced himself to sit up and glance at his phone for any notification from you. Much to his dismay, his phone was blank with not even a missed call to excite some hope into him. He couldn’t blame you though, knowing that you were still at work and couldn’t get to your phone for another few hours. Leon just wished he was back home laying in your bed with him in your arms instead of this hotel with bedding material way too stiff for his liking. But of course, his flight wouldn’t depart until tomorrow, leaving Leon to spend the entirety of his night missing you. 

Peeling himself out of the bed, he hoped a hot shower would help him feel better physically. Spoiler alert, it didn’t. Huffing, Leon found himself in his original position with his face first into the sheets and the only difference being that he had wet hair now. Flopping over, he closed his eyes, exhaling heavily as he attempted to succumb to the peace that sleep offered. Unfortunately, sleep seemed to avoid him as Leon continued to lay there lifeless in silence and darkness as his mind drifted and began to daydream about you out of boredom. At least in his consciousness, Leon could be by your side in whatever scenario he desired. 

In his daydream, Leon saw your pleasantly surprised smile as you greeted him at the front door of your house. Walking through the threshold, Leon felt your arms wrap about his neck and shoulders as you stood on the tips of your toes to properly embrace him. Snuggling his face into the crook of your neck, Leon smelled your freshly washed clothing which instantly soothed him, reminding him that this scent was what home felt like. Pulling back, Leon tasted the sweetness of your lips as you pressed a long, loving kiss on his desperate lips. Looking into the depths of your eyes, Leon heard your soft whispers as you confessed how much you missed and loved him while he was gone. For a while, he relished in the warmth that you provided as he moved to squeeze you tighter as if you were to dissipate any second. However, as much as he yearned at his memories, the vision of you slowly blurred and scattered as the warmth and comfort of your body against his reverted to the cold, plush pillow as the fabric scratched against the skin of his naked chest. Frustrated, Leon threw the pillow across the room, leaving the bed empty along with the loneliness of his aching heart. 

After a moment of silence to gather his thoughts, Leon realized how childish he acted just because he was missing his significant other who would more than likely call him after done with work. Embarrassed with his neediness, Leon shamefully walked over to pick up the discarded pillow and went back to bed, but this time properly cuddling the pillow as if to fill the void as he continued his make-believe scenarios. Leon was well aware that a pillow could never, ever replace your comfort, but this was all he got and this would have to do for now. 

When he closed his eyes again, images of your carefree smile accompanying your fit of giggles blessed Leon’s affection starved heart. Giddy with excitement, Leon snuggled closer into the pillow, pressing himself firmly into the cotton mass which happened to accidentally brush against his groin. The sensation was not at all arousing, yet the images of you contorted into something much more erotic. 

Leon froze with fear as worries washed over his consciousness. If he bucked his hips, would it feel good? If it felt good, would he be confident enough to use a hotel pillow to get off to the thought of you? It wasn’t as if anyone was watching nor would anyone know what he was doing in the privacy of his single hotel room stay, but the little voice in his head reasoning how weird he would be and how embarrassing it would be if he did cum to dry humping a pillow wrecked his nerves to the core. 

It was almost enough to discourage him. Almost. 

Leon swore he would’ve stopped, he really, really did. But he couldn’t help but let his mind drift towards you again, but this time with your legs fully opened and waiting. The sight of your glistening pussy and the curvature of your thighs were far too much for Leon to resist. The way that you looked up at him all innocently as your cavern clenched in anticipation sent him in disarray. So much so that he didn’t even realize he’d already begun rutting into the pillow. Looking down, Leon eyed the imprint of his hard on as his cock twitched to be halfway erected. As guilty as he was, Leon’s embarrassment for being so desperate for you was easily trumped with his lewd needs. 

Leon shifted himself to sit up and rest his back against the headboard. Dick in hand, Leon pumped himself, twisting and tugging in the manner that you would’ve had if you were in the room with him. Leon hated teasing himself, but you loved it. And if you were the one touching Leon right now, that meant he had to edge himself to orgasm as he interchangeably bounced  between jerking his fully hardened cock to adding hints of teasing squeezes along his shaft before teasing his tip. 

“Fuck, yeah. Just like that, baby,” Leon scrunched his brows as if your memory would brighten behind his eyelids. He watched as your hands worked all along him, smearing his precum to lubricate the rest of his touch starved dick. He continued building the momentum of his fantasy for a few more minutes before his crave for release begged him to change his rhythm. Obeying his needs, Leon swiftly flipped himself over, using one hand to fold the pillow and pin it on the mattress. With the other hand, Leon guided his pulsating cock into the folds of the pillow and drove himself fully with a careful, experimental thrust. 

Leon cringed with discomfort, underestimating the roughness of the fabric against the rawness of his bare dick. As much as he wanted to stop his sinful act, Leon’s desperate need for release overpowered his discomfort, thus justifying him to continue his steady ruts into the folds of the pillow. Since the pillow was not nearly as satisfying as you were – greatly due to the lack of slick wetness and warmth – Leon had plenty of time to experiment which angle and pace of thrusts felt better than other methods. Triumphantly, Leon was quick to discover that the faster he thrusted, the less he cared about the rough feeling of the fabric. 

Once comfortable in pace, Leon shifted his focus back to you, specifically with your legs spread wide underneath him. He never understood how missionary was always such an underrated position. He loved seeing how much he ruined you. Whether it was the pleasurable tears prickling your lashes or biting your bottom lip in hopes of suppressing your moans, Leon wanted to see it all. There was no hiding from him, he wanted to know anything and everything about you, especially when it was about delivering you euphoric pleasure. Leon began to work up a sweat as he pounded harsher. For a brief moment, he felt himself get a little closer towards his much needed release until the overwhelming feeling of dryness paired with the rough fabric killed whatever inkling of pleasure was present. 

"No, no, no, please," Leon mumbled in desperation as he sloppily rutted his hips forward. Like a starved man, Leon did everything in his power to overtake the pillow's hindrance. In his defense, Leon was so close to winning, but his desperation washed out his blurry view of you underneath him. No matter how hard he tried, Leon couldn't bring you back; therefore, indefinitely killing his mood and causing both his body and dick to fall limp in disappointment of a robbed release. 

"Damn it," Leon threw the dirtied pillow somewhere across his room. It was useless for sleeping now anyways and apparently more so for fucking. Once softened, Leon redressed himself, heading straight under the covers to hide from the world and let sleep silence his embarrassing thoughts of self judgment. As usual, the lull of slumber snuffed the scattering voices in his head, offering a momentary period of peace. When he opened his eyes, Leon knew he barely got much sleep, inferring the time to be somewhere around the early morning hours based on the shadow casted room and the muffled ambiance of the city’s nightlife. He closed his eyes, dismissing whatever notification popped up on his phone to be irrelevant, yet no matter how hard he tried to go back to sleep, it seemed like sleep didn’t want him. Thus, Leon took the chance to reverse the sleepiness in his eyes and take a glance at his phone. 

[ Wanna call? ]

…..

You stretched your aching muscles, wincing at the strain as your bones let out a satisfying pop. You’d just gotten home from hanging out with Claire and Rebecca for the evening. They knew how much you missed Leon while he was away, so the two of them took the liberty to invite you out after work to keep your yearning thoughts about Leon’s absence at bay. At first, the night started off fun and casual as usual, like sitting down at a nice restaurant and maybe grabbing a few drinks to release the day’s tension. However, before you could excuse yourself, Claire and Rebecca had other plans as they dragged you towards this new shop that just opened up. The only thing was that this shop was more so an adult clothing and toy store compared to the usual thrift shops you all frequented. At first, you refused to enter with them, not finding a reason to embarrass yourself while browsing for toys. You had Leon and that’s all you needed. But of course, for every argument you posed, Claire had a perfect counter argument to prove you wrong. Eventually, the two of them managed to convince you to browse the store and even offered to pay for anything that caught your eye, although you kindly rejected their offer. You swore you weren’t going to get anything, but you couldn’t help keep your eyes lingering on a sleek, not too erotic looking lingerie set on a mannequin as well as a classic clear dildo which had an uncanny resemblance to Leon. Your lingering looks did not go past the ladies as they, yet again convinced you to make the purchase. Their arguments being that it was better to have something rather than someone to keep you company while Leon was miles away. 

So, with the goody bag in hand, the three of you said your goodbyes before you quickly rushed home to read up on your new toy. By the time you were done cleaning your dildo and setting it to dry, you were sure Leon was finished chaperoning the event, leading you to send a quick text. As usual, Leon’s response was instantaneous as you set up your tablet to video chat with him for the night. The outgoing ringtone hadn’t rung for a second before Leon’s tired but smiling face appeared on the screen. You fixed your hair, suddenly feeling self conscious being on camera, especially since the dildo was sitting at the corner of your eye, “It’s not too late, is it?”

As if his face weren’t already deeply etched into your memory, your eyes nervously examined every wrinkle and blemish, searching for anything that could tell you how his day had gone. You were trying to build up your confidence for the plan you’d been concocting, but first you needed to know whether or not Leon was even energetic enough to keep up with your needs. 

Leon stifled a yawn, shrugging with one shoulder as if to sell his point, “Kinda, not too bad though.”

Worry washed over you as Leon stifled another yawn, but this time more poorly. You wondered if your plan to give him a show would be cut short from his exhaustion, not wanting him to push himself past his limits as tough as he was, “Am I keeping you up?”

“Never,” Leon shot you a lazy smile, tousling his already messy hair, “You can wake me up whenever.”

“Even on weekends?” You prompted with a laugh. As much as you cared for him and was worried about his sleep, you knew that Leon was most likely staying up to hear your voice even if it were only for a couple minutes. And as much as you wanted to badger him into tucking himself under the covers, you wanted to spend time with him just as much as he did with you. 

“Even on weekends,” Leon hesitated once he saw the teasing smile creep onto your lips, “Okay, maybe not Sunday though.”

You both shared a quick laugh before a soft blanket of silence enclosed both ends of the call. At this rate, you’d both end up falling asleep online and you still had so much you wanted to show Leon. You piped up, forcing yourself to speak with more energy to uplift the sleepy call, “So, how was it? Boring? Exciting? Did you meet anyone famous?” 

Folding your hands, you propped up your chin and tilted your face with curiosity as you patiently waited for Leon to recount his day. Much to your surprise, Leon seemed pretty vocal about this mission as he began his story with a large, exaggerated groan. 

“Don’t even get me started,” Leon mumbled, “I’m sure there were famous people there, but it’s not like I could see any of them given the amount of cougars that came up to me, thinking that I was the son of some rich dude or whatever. Some of them were old enough to be my grandma!” 

You giggled at Leon’s outburst, finding his mild inconvenience quite hilarious. Through your fit of laughter, you clutched your abdomen and failed to stifle the goofy smile bloomed on your lips. As much as he shuddered at the thought of the cougars, Leon was happy to see you laugh and smile from his experience. Afterall, this response was way better than having to tell you that he fought some seven foot monster determined to rip him apart limb by limb from another mission long ago. 

Once settled, you wiped your tears. Looking back at the screen, you just realized how boyish he looked and how much you loved seeing him like this. Although he was tired, his droopy eyes, tangled hair, and naked chest set something off inside you, causing you to squirm in your seat as you pressed your thighs together. You weren’t trying to suppress the growing need inside you, but you needed to feel something without making it obvious. At least, not yet. 

So, you decided to set the trap and wait for Leon to take the bait himself before proceeding any further, “Can’t blame them for choosing someone so handsome. I bet you looked amazing in your suit.”

“Thanks, but I only look good for one person,” Leon shot you a wink, causing you to blush but not look away, “So, what’d you do today?” 

As flustered as you were, you knew that in order to perfectly execute your plan, you couldn’t waste anymore time contemplating your confidence. With this in mind, you sat back in your seat, letting your chest be put on display before moving forward with your bait, “You know, there was a store that just opened up. There was some pretty cool stuff in it.”

“Nice, what store was it? Did you get anything?”

You smiled triumphantly, now creating a perfect segway towards what you wanted, “I’ll show you, but you have to close your eyes, okay? No peeking!” 

“I promise, no peeking.” 

Once you knew that Leon’s eyes were fully closed, you quickly shuffled out of view and changed into that newly purchased lingerie set and grabbed your dildo. Covering up yourself again with one of Leon’s large shirts, you positioned yourself back into view, but this time you were standing instead of sitting. Checking yourself out through the feedback screen of the call, you analyzed the gather belts strapped around your thighs which peeked out below the hem of Leon’s shirt. If this wasn’t a big enough hint, you weren’t sure what would be. Taking a deep breath, you instructed, “Open your eyes.”

Without waiting for him to adjust, you started groping yourself over the shirt’s fabric, teasingly lifting up the hem to reveal the lace as you swayed your hips left to right. You had to hold back your smirk as you watched Leon get stunned into silence as his mouth slacked agape from your performance. Continuing, you stepped out to widen your stances and sway your hips lower and deeper before turning around and showing Leon your backside. Giving a little shake, you bent down even further. You didn’t have to see Leon’s face to know that he was already drooling from the sight of you. 

“What- What are you doing?” Leon gulped nervously, not knowing what to expect from you nor how he should properly respond. Undoubtedly, blood was rushing towards his cock as it whined and ached for attention, but Leon was patient enough to at least find out what was going on before taking action. 

You shushed him, hiking the hem of his shirt higher and biting it between your teeth, fully showing off the lacy set. You posed for a few moments as you rubbed your hands all along the sides of your body. Teasingly, you snapped the garter straps along your thighs before discarding his shirt entirely. Looking back at the screen, you tilted your head to feign innocence, “Does it look pretty?”

Leon inhaled sharply through his nose, “You look amazing. Is this what you bought today?”

“Yes,” You stretched out as if you weren’t telling the full truth, “But I got something else too.”

Leon licked his lips, eyes wide in anticipation as he wasn’t willing to miss anything that flashed across the screen, “What is it?”

“I’ll get to that soon, but first, wouldn’t you like to join me?” You began by taking one hand to pop a titty out of your bra cup and pinch your nipple, wordlessly insinuating what you were planning to show him. Catching your hints, Leon followed your lead as he sat back and repositioned the camera to capture his crotch as his hard-on poked through the fabric of his pants. Sighing at the sight of him, you took a seat again before you commanded him to undress and start touching himself as you snuck your other and to pull your underwear to the side and spread your juices to rub your clit. Obediently, Leon pulled down his pants and grabbed his cock with a firm grip, pumping as he watched your fingers trace along your nerves. Keeping one hand focused on rubbing your clit, you took your hand away from your nipples and reached over for your clear dildo. Bringing the dildo to view, you looked at the toy as if it were Leon before bringing it close to your mouth to lick a long stripe on its underside. You licked it once, twice, barely sucking in the head of the dildo before spitting on it and sliding it fully along your tongue and throat. From his fogged vision, Leon tensed as he admired the outline of the dildo imprinted behind your cheeks and wished that it were him instead. 

Leon groaned with pleasure, hand tightening around his cock before his strained voice broke the lewd sounds of your lips and saliva on your dildo, “I thought you didn’t do toys.”

Taking out the dildo with a pop and a string of spit trailing from the tip, you shrugged and took the dildo back into deepthroat this time, “I miss you.”

From your half-lidded eyes, you watched as Leon pumped himself, encouraging you to elicit muffled moans around your dildo. Without missing a beat, you shoved your fingers deep into your cunt and followed the pumps of your dildo with the thrusts of your curled fingers. The microphone picked up the squelch of your sweetness as Leon’s thoughts and vision blurred with the sight of you spread out for him, “Fuck, I miss you too, baby. Keep going, keep going for me.” 

Mutually agreeing to skip the foreplay, you began to match his pace, inserting your slick fingers deeper into your leaking entrance with every jerk of his wrist. Pulling the dildo out of your mouth with a crisp pop, you swirl your tongue to coat your lips with spit, letting some drip out to your chest. You took out your fingers, scooping your essence to coat the dildo before licking your hand clean. You repositioned yourself, lining up the dildo at your clenching entrance, “You ready to watch me get filled up? Are you going to wait to cum with me or are you going to be a naughty boy and selfishly chase after your own orgasm?” 

Leon whimpered, forcing his hand to let go of his throbbing dick and clench the muscles of his thigh, “I’m not a naughty boy, I’ll wait. I’m a good boy. I’m a good boy, right? Have I been a good boy?”

You spread your legs wider, teasing the tip to insert in and out of you, “Have you?”

Leon bit his lip, forgetting his manners, “Please? Please let me cum, I need to see you, please, ple-” 

You shushed him before inserting the dildo balls deep into you, sighing as the veins traced your walls, “Touch yourself, my good boy. I want to see us cum together.”

Like before, you matched your pace with Leon’s, fucking yourself faster than before as Leon increased his pace. On the screen, you watched as Leon’s movements became sloppier, hips now thrusting his hardened dick into his hand. The blue light emitting from his laptop illuminated his sweat coated chest, highlighting his abs beautifully. You took your bottom lip between your teeth, slightly whimpering from the rough pace you set yourself at. At this speed, you watched your cum filled pussy overflow as your liquids began to foam and drip out of you and around your dildo. From your whimpers, Leon’s moans increased in pitch, signaling that he was close to release, “You ready, baby?”

Leon hissed through gritted teeth, “Fuck yes. Please, let me cum. Please, I need you.”

“Cum for me, let me see you,” You gasped, sheathing the dildo fully inside you as you watched the sticky, white substance shoot from Leon’s tip. Your pussy clenched impossibly tighter around the dildo as you watched his cum drip from his belly button towards the base of his dick, leaving a deliciously glittering trail in its wake.

Leon breathed heavily, coming back down from his high, “That was surprising.”

“Good?” You asked nervously, wincing as you slid the dildo out of you. 

Leon’s eyes lingered for a moment before softening, “More than good.”

You let out a soft, exhausted smile, “I can’t wait for you to come home.”

“Yeah,” Leon whispered sweetly, “Me too.”

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[churoonie]

Yo my digital footprint crazy

I have something very inappropriate to say about this man.

The way I’d let Leon do it from the front, back, upside down, inside up, one leg up, two legs up, cowgirl, missionary, face off, pretzel, belly down, reverse cowgirl, doggy style, in the movies, in the couch, in the bed, inside the car (don’t let this man drive), against the wall, in a restaurant, in the bathroom, ON THE FUCKING CEILING.

 Til I cant sputter a single word anymore, til my throat bruises, til my mouth drools, til my jaw locks,  til the hole remember its shape, til his cum overflows inside me, til the walls get a fresh layer of white paint, til I scream out in pain and pleasure, til his back is covered in scratches and marks, til my thighs shake and give up, til he drowns me in his juices, til my bed breaks,  til my neighbors know and remember his name, til I cant think of anything but Leon S(lut me out) Kennedy, til we repopulate raccoon city.

Biggest mistake in my life was to like ONE video about him in tiktok and now my FYP IS FULL OF LEON FUCKING KENNEDY. Going down the rabbit hole and meeting other unhinged Leon fans please save me.

I want him to be real for a minute just so he could reject me and I can finally move on from him (I won’t) pls one chance please. one reblog and i may or may not write smut about him🤷‍♀️

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[multi-fandom-imagine]

-«I never thought that I could love this hard

Part two of Wanna feel your skin.

Leon is feeling the effects of the plaga, you decide to take matter into your own hands, a Throne is a much better place to be fucked.

A/n: I’m not sure how well this one turned out, pretty miffed that I lost half my work 👿

Warnings: Riding/Cow girl, biting/marking, p in the v, cream pie

Song Inspo:

He could feel it, building up again. When Luis gave him that injection he had thought this urge wouldn’t be this bad. He didn’t want to ask you to help him again.

How could he, he feels like such a pervert after fucking you on the table.

He should be focusing on saving Ashley, not tugging you off to some corner of this castle to have his way with you.

“Leon…is it hitting you again?”

His body desperately wanted to scream out yes, for you to do something, anything yet he didn’t even know how let you know how much he wanted you.

Shaking your head, you were thankful for the moment of peace, thankful that Leon cleared out the now empty room. Grabbing his hand you tugged him towards the open door to the throne room, to the room where you and Leon were standing only an hour ago. “I have an idea”

Groaning out your name, Leon let you pull him towards the Throne though he didn’t get a chance to say much due to you shoving him down on the throne. He didn’t get a chance to speak as you climbed onto his lap, your lips capturing his in for a forceful kiss. Your fingers weaving through his hair as your hips rolled against his own.

Breaking this kiss, you cupped Leon’s cheeks. The man panting heavily as his fingers clutched your hips. A jolt of pleasure running down your spine feeling his hardness pressing against your clothed core.

“W..what are you doing?”

“I’m going to take care of you Leon, just like how you’ve been taking care of me.”

Leon let out a small chuckle, the tightness in his pants was becoming distracting, he wanted more than for you to just rub against him though he was not about to admit it. “I can’t ask you.”

Rolling your eyes, you slipped off his lap undoing his pants. Your hands slipping into his boxers to grab his cock, your thumb gliding over the tip. A sharp cry leaving his lips.

“I kinda like seeing you like this Leon, it’s a little hot seeing you get desperate.” You whispered leaning up to press a kiss to his neck.

“Y/n…please.” Biting your lip you squeezed your legs tightly together, already feeling yourself dripping with arousal.

Sinking your teeth into your lip, you stood up. You didn’t want to appear so desperate. Not when the man you loved needed you. Undoing your pants you, tugged then down along with your panties. Shifting under Leon’s gaze you let your nails dig into the fabric of his shirt.

Leon’s fingers weaving through your hair as he pulled you in for a deep kiss, his tongue gliding over yours as your cunt brushed the tip of his cock. Groaning against your lips, Leon losing patience let his hands move down to your hips, taking a hold og them he then pulled you down onto his shaft. Breaking the kiss a sharp tore from your lips.

“I couldn’t take the teasing anymore.”Leon muttered against your neck, his teeth grazing the skin. Biting the flesh. You were positive that it would leave a mark.

Trembling, you waited for your body to adjust. Leon’s hands still holding your hips. You had thought you might be the one to control the movements but it seemed your lover had other plans. “I forgot how needy you were.” You teased letting your fingers run through his hair.

“It’s not my fault you feel so fucking good.” Leon’s voice deeper as he raised your hips, your walls tightening around him. Pressing your face into his neck you never thought you’d find yourself riding Leon S. Kennedy in a throne room but here you were, throwing your head back as the man thrusted up into your warmth.

Leon letting his hand guid your hips down onto him, a deep groan leaving his lips as your cries echoed throughout the chamber.You couldn’t get enough of him. You did your best to match his movements as you felt him continue to thrust up in your pussy, his lips tracing the mark on your neck. “Such a good girl, so wet for me, I know I’ll be thinking about this for a long time.”

Another gasp escaped your lips, feeling the head of his shaft dragging along your walls when he slowly pulls back out of you, only to slam right back in.His fingers dig further into your hips as he begins to roughly fuck up into your pussy at a rapid pace. His name spilling past your lips.

Pleasure radiating through your body as Leon drags an orgasm through you. You bite down on the man’s shoulders feeling his thrusts grow more sloppy, more desperate, your walls further lubricated by your release, you whimper, “I love you.”

Shuddering at your words, Leon clutched your hips as he slammed up into your pussy, shuddering as he misses you hard. His claimax hitting him as he plunges deep inside of you, balls clenching, thick hot load of cum pours out of his cock filling your cunt.

Even once the last of his seed finished leaking from his cock, he continues to hold you flush against his chest. His heart slowly returning to its normal pace as you kissed him gently, content to feel his warm length still nestled inside of you as it softens, cum beginning to drip from your warmth seeping onto the plush throne. You tried not to laugh at the thought though Leon cupped your cheek.

“I love you too…and when we get out of her…Christ you won’t be able to leave the be for a week.”

Snorting, a jolt of pleasure rushed through you as you pressed your forehead against his. “Promises…promises Leon.”

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[kittycatlukey]

“I Love You.” — L.K.

Tagging @alespov ✨

Leon Kennedy x Fem Reader

Part 1/1

Warning: mild language, violence, usage of weapons, death, angst, and some RE4 spoilers!

You and Leon were good friends. Replace good with best. You two confided in each other, protected one another, and were in love but it was left unspoken. But it was obviously felt. There was a pull between you that couldn’t be denied. And anyone with a pair of eyes could see you and Leon cared for each other. You would die if it meant keeping the other alive. That’s what love is supposed to be, right?

“I’ve been waiting for you, rookie.” Krauser flipped his knife in the air and caught it. “Oh, worried about the girl, is that it? Hmm, that’s just like you. You always had poor judgment. You’d better be worried about the one beside you too.” He chuckled, taunting Leon. “But if you think I’m going to let both of you out of here alive… you’re even more naive than I thought. You can’t save them. You can’t save anyone!”

Your heart was pounding against your chest as you stood beside Leon.

“Give it up, Krauser!” Leon yelled at him. “Being a lackey for these maniacs… won’t bring your men back. And what the hell for? Revenge on the government? You think they would want that?”

“Revenge? You think I’m doing all this… for revenge?” Krauser asked Leon, looking down at him.

“Isn’t that what this is all about?” Leon questioned.

“You see, in that jungle, I had a revelation. The most important thing in this world is pure, unadulterated power! Los Iluminados have given me that.” Krauser stated.

Leon responded in retaliation, “You know, you were always an asshole. But at least you had some kind of code, some honor! And look at you now.”

“Enough reminiscing. Move out and draw fire, soldier.” Krauser did a backflip and drew on Leon with his assault rifle.

And for some reason, time didn’t slow, it felt as if time quickened. As soon as I seen Krauser had his gun aimed at Leon, I moved in front of him. I had moved just at the right time.

And I had been shot, taking not one but three bullets for Leon. One hit my left shin, another hit my left thigh, and the last one hit the right side of my stomach.

In that moment, I felt my entire body go numb. I couldn’t feel anything as Leon dragged me behind cover. He then ripped parts of his t-shirt off in an attempt to stop my bleeding, but we both knew it would be futile.

“Y/N, why would you do that?! Taking bullets for me?! Are you crazy?!” Leon had shouted, tears evident in his now reddened eyes.

“I would never let you die, Leon.” I murmured, feeling light headed already. “Get up and kill that sick son of a bitch. I’ll be fine for now.”

Leon nodded, the color had already left his face.

“And hey.” I grabbed his hand, staring into his ocean blue eyes. “I love you, Leon.”

“Y/N… I love you.” Leon spoke, his voice wavering. “I’m sorry.”

And with that, he had went to fight Krauser. The last thing I heard before I passed out was Krauser’s voice.

“Better run, rookie!”

~~~~

My body was shaken until my eyes opened. My eyes fluttered openly slowly; they felt so heavy. At first, my vision was blurry. My eyes took a long time to focus but once they did, I noticed Leon was the one above me.

“You have to stay alive. Please. Please don’t go. Please don’t leave me.” He pleaded before his bloody, calloused hands released my shoulders and cradled my face.

I wasn’t sure if the blood on his hands were mine, his, or Krauser’s. Maybe even a combination of the three.

“Goddamnit, stay awake!” His loud voice forced my eyes open again that I didn’t realize I had closed again.

“L-Leon. I don’t know how much longer I can stay… Just know… that I’ve loved y-you for a long, long time.” I told him weakly. “I’d do anything for you.”

Leon had tears rolling down his face. “I know. And I’d do anything for you… I’ve loved you for a long, long time too.”

I smiled when he said that. Even though I was dying from blood loss, I was the happiest I’d ever been knowing he felt the same way about me, and that he was getting to live. I didn’t care if it costed my life. I had nothing left to lose.

“You killed Krauser?”

He nodded.

“Good. I knew you could.” I replied before closing my eyes again. At this point the numbness had worn off and I could feel each bullet where they were lodged inside me. It felt like my whole body was on fire. “G-Go save Ashley. P-Please.” I spoke but it was barely a whisper. I don’t even know if it was even audible.

“No, no. Please stay with me, Y/N.” Leon pleaded once again, caressing my face. “I love you.”

It hurt me that he sounded so helpless and sad.

“Don’t die on me!” Leon shouted trying to wake me up again.

And this time, I had no choice but to let go…

~~~~

This was a sad one… Sorry about my writing being rusty. I haven’t written anything in about six months. Hope you all liked it though! Love you all! 🫶

If anyone is wondering, college is going great! It’s hard and stressful, but so fun. Just turned 20, and I start clinicals in May. I made the President’s List (4.0 GPA with at least 12 credit hours) each semester I’ve been going. I have some good friends, and have been staying very busy with homework and studying. I have a very important exam that I’ll have to start studying for so send me some positive vibes! They’re very much appreciated. Then my boards will be coming up. But it’ll all be worth it in the end! I graduate this year: December 2024! So excited about that! 🤍🩺🫀

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[cherubify]

PUPPY LOVE / LEON KENNEDY

3827 words

cw: puppy hybrid f!reader, masturbation, dirty talk, virginity, fingering, mentions of other characters and lore / minors dni

Leon didn't know what to do when he found you that night. He had returned from the gym when he found a little thing sitting at the steps outside his apartment complex. You were a little mutt, curled up into a trembling ball. Your fluffy tail coiled around your shaggy, dirty fur as your big puppy eyes stared up at him.

It would've been cruel to leave you to the elements, he lamented. And how cruel of a human would he be to say no when you began wagging your tail when you met his eyes?

"It's almost like you want me to take you home," he squats down at the base of the stairs. He held out his fingers and you sniffed him cautiously. When you had your fill, you lapped at the pads of his fingers with a soft yip. He stroked your droopy ears halfheartedly.

Just one night, he decided. He'd take you in, give you a shower, a meal and find your owners at first light tomorrow. If he failed to locate them, surely the local shelter would take you in, right?

So he scooped you up and brought you into his little apartment. It wasn't anything fancy, small for two but cosy enough for a single guy. He set you on the floor and you sniffed the tiles curiously. You wrinkled your nose and shook your head.

"C'mon," Leon gestured for you to follow, and you obediently padded after him into the bathroom. He placed you in the bathtub and ran a warm bath for you. It was a little scary so you tried to climb out a few times. But his firm grip prevented you from running, so you gave up and let him do as he wished.

When he finished, he rubbed you dry with a fluffy towel and a blowdryer. It was way scarier than the bath, but you dared not to escape when he furrowed his brows and stared at you pointedly. You whimpered as the stranger rubbed his hands all over your fluffy body.

Despite his rugged touch and scary frowns, he was a kind man. He even prepared a bowl of shredded meat for you. Up until now, you had been scavenging for scraps in the alleys.

"Slow down," he ordered. He squatted beside you and ran his fingers through your fur. "You're gonna throw up if you force it all down."

He was right, you did barf out your insides later. But a soft whine and well practiced sad puppy eyes did the trick to placate him.

You paced on top of a nest of towels. Leon had prepared it for you beside his bed. When you were satisfied, you curled into a ball and laid your head on your paws.

The brunette plopped onto his bed. Shirtless, he was enveloped by the soft glow of moonlight. Leon gazed tiredly at the puppy across him. He didn't expect this much work for a tiny mutt like you.

"It's just for tonight, so don't get too comfortable here. You hear me?" he warned as he fell back onto his mattress.

You yipped once. He closed his eyes, ready to let sleep take him.

On the brink of consciousness, he heard the sheets rustle. With one eye open, he saw you clamber up the bed clumsily, tiny paws gripping the sheets. You crawled over and settled beside him. You rested your head sweetly, droopy ears pressed against your head. Almost as if you were asking to sleep next to him.

Too tired to react, he closed his eyes. Then day came and he began his search.

…

Somehow, an entire month passed and there were still no signs of your owners. He even painstakingly left posters in the neighbourhood with a printed photo of you and his house number. However, nobody contacted him. Other than that one grandma that attempted to hook him up with her daughter. But he digressed.

His plan to drop you off at a shelter also backfired. When he walked into the building, the lady at the desk recoiled the moment she laid eyes on you. You even bore your teeth at her, which you never did. According to her, the 'mongrel' in his hands had caused a hell load of trouble during its stay. A fire broke out in the shelter a while back, and you had escaped during the chaos.

When he enquired if anyone else would be willing to take you in, you began to put up a fight and caused quite the scene in the shelter. So he begrudgingly left with you and bite marks punctured in his sweater. He reprimanded you about it later at home.

"You're such a pain," he lamented as he scooped pellets into your bowl. It was no gourmet meal, but it was delicious enough to elicit a delighted yip.

You learnt that this man was called Leon Scott Kennedy. He was a government agent, whatever that meant. He was smart, handsome and a huge tease. He would slap your sides playfully to disturb you, even though he knew you would jump around unhappily after. Despite his mischievous behaviour and quips, he treated you kindly and patiently. You liked that about him. He was much kinder than the people you encountered on the streets.

But sometimes, you could feel a deep sadness emanating from him. At times, he would wake up in cold sweat. He never spoke about it– but he would stand at the balcony, staring at the night sky with a distant look in his tired, blue eyes. You hated feeling helpless, you yearned to comfort him. But all you could do was sit by him patiently, hoping your feelings could reach him.

As you lost yourself to your thoughts, the agent sat at the dining table, a can of beer in his hand. He rested his chin on his palm, swirling his drink mindlessly. Usually he would spend his evenings at the gym and occasionally in a bar. But now with you by his side, he made the conscious effort to return home earlier.

He watched from the corner of his eyes. You were hunched over your food bowl, gobbling your dinner. For such a small thing, you sure had a voracious appetite. You always ate like you were still a starved pup.

"Slow down," he chuckled. He leaned forward, fingers extended to you. You eagerly approached, wagging tail and all. He petted you with a smirk, "The food's not going anywhere, y'know?"

You lapped at his fingers playfully. Then you resumed wolfing down your pellets. The brunette wiped the slobber off his fingers on his sweatpants.

At this rate, you were his full fledged pet dog. A liability, but a cute one. Not so cute when you tried to bite him when he pissed you off. Which rarely happened, but still. He rubbed his temples together, wrinkles deeply etched in his forehead.

But there was no way he could keep you in the long run, especially when there was no guarantee if he would always make it back home.

"What am I gonna do with you?" he sighed.

The stress radiating from your owner perked you up. You peered up from your bowl for the second time.

You tilted your head. A moment of silence passed and your jaw twitched, "Do... do?"

His blue eyes snapped to you and you wagged your tail curiously. His fingers slipped and his beer splashed onto the table.

"I have bad news for you. And good news too," a man's voice filled the house. Leon left the house phone on speaker and you paced around nervously.

"Let's hear it, Chris. Bad news first," he said.

"We've tracked the origin of your dog. Turns out Umbrella's been busier than we thought," Chris lowered his voice. "She was a test subject, along with other mutts, likely her litter. It was a similar project to Project Cerberus, but they produced inferior results. They were dumped in the Arklay Mountains. It’s likely they were torn to shreds by the pack there."

Leon glanced at you warily; your eyes dropped as he maintained eye contact, "So she's dangerous?”

To think that a B.O.W had been sleeping next to him for the past month. How careless he had been.

Chris hummed, "Not exactly. The T-virus in her is dead. Here’s the good news: the guys from the labs said she carries antibodies for the strain she was infected with. The higher-ups are eager to extract her blood for studies."

"Okay, but how does that explain her aboty to talk?" Leon plopped down on the couch. You padded over and sat at his feet. "Did the virus mutate and turn her into some- some hybrid creature?"

"Beats me. But that's all I know. If I find out more, I’ll let you know," the man said before ending the call. The line beeped and Leon turned off speaker mode.

He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. You peered at him with your innocent puppy eyes. You had not spoken much since that night. But there was a newfound intelligence apparent in your eyes. picked you up and set you onto his lap.

"So you were abandoned by those bastards. Never would have guessed. Small world," he commented.

"Small... world," you mimicked. You placed your paws onto his chest and lapped at his face. His stubble was rough against your tongue, but you licked him anyway. A ghost of a smile settled on his face as he petted you. His face lit up suddenly.

“Oh! You’ve been nameless this whole time. I think it’s time I give you one. What do you think of… (name)?"

You shook your head, ears swaying side to side. He raised his brows, "Then, how about... Ada?"

You growled and barked, legs scrambling against him. He held you back and chuckled, "Just kidding. How about... (y/n)?"

He stroked your fur. You leaned against him and indulged in the warmth in his pets.

"I'm guessing you like it. It has a nice ring to it, don't you think?" He smiled, and you thumped your tail on his lap.

After that call, US-STRATCOM tasked Leon with babysitting you. The job was quite simple: ensure the special collar you wore stayed on at all times. It would track any fluctuations in your physical and mental state. An application on a tracking device would notify him of any changes too. Lastly, he would report to the research team on any developmental changes, such as improved speech, et cetera. From time to time, you would visit for blood samples too.

Thus, Leon was withheld from special operations temporarily.

…

Almost three months have passed since he found you, and about a month since he was tasked with your care. When he found you, you were mostly skin and bones. Now you had enough chub for him to pinch and tease. Much to your displeasure, eliciting distressed whines and playful bites from you. You had grown on him in such a short period of time. And him, to you.

Whenever he left and returned for work, you would sit at the door and bark greetings with a swishing tail. When he plopped down onto the couch, you would sprawl yourself on his thighs, nestling comfortably like he was your bed.

Leon was amused. He had never gotten a thigh pillow before but this dog somehow beat him to it. Unbelievable.

There were nights– or days– where he would return after meeting women. And those days were the least pleasant for you. You would growl brokenly with little fangs displayed, tail pinned between your legs.

To placate you, Leon would sacrifice his clothes and let you cover his face with dog slobber. You would spend the rest of the day marking him with your scent, burying yourself in every nook and cranny of his body. Only when you were appeased would you return to your sweet, easygoing self.

"You're such a needy pup," he exhaled sleepily. You were still busy rubbing your little body against his side even in the middle of the night. He placed a heavy hand atop your head. "Sleep."

You whined and relented, resting your head on his side. Big innocent eyes blinked at him as he stroked your head.

It should be annoying– the way you clung to him like super glue. But somehow he couldn't really be mad. Who could be with such a good girl? He stroked your ears fondly, he found it cute that you were this clingy with him, your owner.

But besides that, there’s been something kind of strange happening lately. Sometimes, Leon would find his bed sheets dampened with a strange liquid. It was sweet, with hints of arousal he was familiar with that women carried. But he never brought women home. And his sweet pup was not getting her cheeks clapped either. So where did this strange liquid originate from?

Whenever he asked you, you would run off to occupy yourself with toys. So he figured maybe you've been having wet dreams. If dogs could have them.

It was later than usual when your owner returned. When he called for you, silence greeted him back. Strange, you were usually at his beck and call. He searched his bag for his tracker and checked the tiny green screen. A red dot flashed incessantly on the screen, signaling a change in your physical or neurological state. He lowered his bags and whipped out his pistol. Had the T-virus returned and taken over you?

He scanned the halls carefully before arriving at the entrance of his bedroom. He listened intently. Soft, unsteady sounds leaked into the hallway. It sounded like whimpers. Had (y/n) finally transformed into a monster?

His hand rested on the doorknob. Then he turned it and slowly entered the room. He was attacked by the heavy scent of pheromones. It clung heavily in the air, and he shielded his nose with his arm as he scanned his surroundings. His gun leveled on his bed, where you lay.

Your legs hung in the air, back arched as your hand pressed against your soft, glistening mound. The moonlight filtering through the balcony curtains cast a silver glow onto the stranger. Your fingers drove into your insides greedily in a steady yet clumsy pace. The hand clamped over your mouth did little to mask your whimpers and sighs. He lowered his gun slowly.

"Leon..." Your sweet voice filled the air. You panted softly, toes curling as you chanted his name. That's when he noticed your tail, the same shade of fur as his puppy hybrid. And the special collar and the floppy ears atop your head were telltale signs. It seemed like you had transformed– albeit into something else. He pocketed his gun and stood at the doorway. You were too deep in your haze to notice him, despite the heavy gaze from your sole audience.

You were inexperienced– it was apparent in your sloppy movements. His sweet pup didn't know how to make herself feel good, huh? Maybe he could help with that– wait, what would you think if you knew these sick thoughts?

He licked his lips. It should disgust him. You were his lovely pet. So why was he getting excited instead?

A long winded sigh snapped him out of his daze. Toes clenched, you unfurled and clenched them rhythmically as you sped up. A cry escaped you as your stomach fluttered. You couldn’t cum, you’ve been trying for hours.

With a heavy sigh, you lowered your legs and started to sit up when your eyes met his. You stopped in your tracks and he lifted a brow.

"I think you forgot to ask if I enjoyed the show," he teased. Your blood ran cold. How long had your owner been watching you...?

"T-This isn't what you think it is," you stuttered, grabbing the sheets to hide your body. You squeezed your shoulders together fearfully, appearing smaller.

"Looked like you were enjoying yourself."

Leon sat beside you, his weight on the mattress dipped you towards him. He set his gun and tracker onto the bedside table. You turned away from him, ears pinned to your head.

"I don't know what you're t-talking about."

"Playing dumb? C'mon, you were begging for me." He chuckled darkly, and you hid your face in the sheets in your hands. You tried to leave, but he grabbed you and pulled you onto his lap.

"How 'bout your owner shows you how to feel real good?"

. . .

Your legs trembled as he spread them further with his. Sitting on his lap, he had an arm wrapped tightly around your waist, holding you securely against him. The hard-on pressing against your back sent shivers down your spine. He teased your slick slit as he dragged his thumb up and down, up and down in a slow motion.

"How much?" He demanded, his voice low and dark. You let out a whimper when he pressed against your clit, sending a jolt down your core. "How far have you gone?"

"Leon," you begged softly, "Please stop. You're scaring me."

"Don't you think it's too late to stop?" His chest rumbled with laughter, and you clenched embarrassingly. "Besides, who was the one moaning my name like a little whore? C'mon, tell me."

You shook your head, but you gasped when he spanked your pussy. The bundle of nerves twitched as you trembled. You leaned forward slightly, panting as you clutched his arm weakly. Instinctively, you tried to close your legs but he forced them open again.

"If you try that one more time I'm gonna punish you," he whispered into your ear. He snaked his warm tongue along the shell of your ear and you let out a muted moan. As he teased your ear, a digit gingerly slid into your weeping cunt.

"N-No... Leon- o-oh..." you tried to struggle but your eyes rolled back from the simple ministration. You sighed sweetly as you leaned into him. A smirk settled on his face. He knew you were bullshitting. Thank god for your honest pussy.

"Stop trying to put up a fight," the brunette muttered as he stroked your walls experimentally. You bit your lip and clung to his forearm. "Just feel it."

Leon kissed the back of your head as he slid another digit in. He was knuckles deep within you when you relaxed against him. Your chest heaved with soft pants as you gazed down at where you were connected. Such a good girl, you stopped putting up a fight when you finally got what you wanted. He was sure to reward you for your good behaviour.

He began to move, eliciting whispery moans and whines from your soft lips. The sound of your wetness and his thrusting filled the room. Any shred of embarrassment had dissipated with each loving stroke of his fingers. Your brain was turning into mushy matter. You could barely hold a coherent thought. It felt so different from when you did it, and so, so much better. If only you had gotten his help from the start, then you could've felt this good all along.

You clutched him weakly, body trembling as you panted harder with each thrust. The funny feeling in your belly was growing, pulsating like a burning star. You pushed against him, eyes glassy. "Owner- Leon-'' you babbled, "Stop stop stop-"

He kissed the top of your head tenderly, "I'm here. Just be a good girl and feel it all."

He coaxed you through your orgasm as you shook and trembled like a leaf in the wind. When you finally finished, he withdrew his fingers from you with a soft squelch. You laid limply in him, thighs twitching as stars twinkled in your blurry vision.

His slick fingers rested against your plush lips. You willingly open up and lap at his digits.The taste of your arousal was sweet but slightly bitter, a strange combination, you sleepily wondered as you swirled your tongue around his appendages.

With a soft pop, you freed his fingers and collapsed against his chest entirely. You tried to match your breathing with his, and he stroked your hair and side lovingly. A few moments passed when he finally spoke up.

"Since when did you start transforming? If that's the right word." His voice was soft, like he genuinely wanted to know.

You peered up at him meekly. Your volume fell with each word, "For a few weeks. I didn't know how to tell you. Was scared that you'd abandon me. And you won't be my owner anymore."

"You don’t have to worry about that." He frowned. He placed a fleeting kiss on your lips, "I’m not gonna abandon you. Not now, or ever."

You clung to him, placing your head over his heart. It drummed in the confines of his chest, like an unwilling prisoner. You curled up against him as he looped an arm around your smaller form.

"So those fluids were from you all along?"

You nestled into him. You hummed in agreement, and he looked up at the ceiling.

“Don’t be mad.”

“I’m not,” he laughed. “You could’ve told me sooner. Then I could’ve helped.”

"... I was jealous," you mumbled to him.

"Huh? Did you say something?"

You pouted and buried your face in his chest. Your tail thumped heavily on the bed and he raised a brow questioningly.

. . .

"Where did you get that?" He peered up from his newspaper. The agent sat on the couch, staring at the girl across from him.

You wore an oversized tee that looked like it would fall off your shoulder at any second. It hung above your knees. And when you twirled, he caught sight of your polka dotted panties. He slowly set down his newspaper.

You twirled for him again. "I look super cute, don't I? I found it in your closet."

"Knew it. It looks good," he gestured for you to come, and you hopped towards him. You took a seat on his lap, your legs placed over his. He stroked your hair gently and kissed your nose. "Though I think you'd be even cuter without it."

"Huh? Wait-" you tried to escape but he caught your wrists. He pulled your shirt over your head and swiftly repositioned you so that you laid on the couch whilst he knelt between your legs.

The brunette hooked your legs over his broad shoulders, maintaining eye contact as he pried your thighs open. He pressed a kiss against your inner thigh and he hooked your underwear with his fingers. As he pressed more kisses to your thighs, he he slowly pulled down your panties. Your breath hitched in your throat.

"How do you want it today?" He muttered against your skin.

"Anything if it makes owner happy," you blushed as you curled your toes expectantly.

He grinned.

"Good pup.”

all content written by @puppyina ! do not repost, edit or plagiarise. requests are open for any past written characters.

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[spcewild]

Just a few drinks

Warnings: smut, handjob, blow job, leon not being able to decide between a dom and sub, degrading/praising , pet names

Pairings: (re4 remake) Leon Kennedy x (gn) reader

You don't really know this all happened, the only thing on your mind? Leon Kennedy.

Your bodies tangled in a hot mess of moans and panting, your hand curled up in his blonde soft hair, the other wrapped around his neck. His hand gripping your ass whilst the other cupped your face.

You both were a mess. It all happened in a flash of events - you were finishing a mission saving the presidents daughter - going home - then a few drinks, then blank.

Suddenly you two were all over each other, proving there were more than just a few drinks...

Sure you two had flirted before but it was more of a fling.. this... this was something new, something filled with passion and lust. Lust for each other.

Getting thrown out of your thoughts by the zipper to Leon's pants you saw him panting and struggling with his belt, fumbling with the leather strap.

You leaned to your knees, your hands placing themselves on his rough fabric of pants. Then to the belt as he looked defeated at his attempts, his hands falling to accept your help.

Your fingers wrapped around the belt, slowly undoing it as the buttons were the next step, unbuttoning them even slower.

The agonizing groan from the man in front of you was enough to make you chuckle. Freeing him finally from his pants, the last obstacle laid thin in front of you, his boxers, tight around the hard buldge poking - practically begging to be let free.

Your fingers dug into the thin cloth, finally pulling it down and off him as his cock sprung free from its restraints, slapping the side of your face as you let out a small gasp.

You bit your lip as you looked up at the blonde man for a moment, lust and need fully readable in his beautiful eyes.

Your fingers wrapped around the thick throbbing shaft that twitched in response to your touch.

You spit on the tip, before finally giving him a testing stroke. His hips bucking forward along with a whine from the man, his hand then moving to the back of your head. With a smirk growing on your face you gave his cock a few slow pumps, each one making his breath hitch, you moved your hand at a now slightly faster pace, just enough to make him want more.

"Baby, please..."

You heard him moan out, a whine following shortly after. You decided to give in to his needy whines, pumping his thick cock faster, making sure to press wet kisses to the tip of his dick.

With the new pace and teasing from your lips, his hips bucked more often, and panting and whimpering very obviously coming from the needy man. Pleased with the man's needy reactions, you decided to take it a bit further - wrapping your lips around his tip before slowly taking in his whole length into your wet mouth.

"Oumph!- oh fuck baby.."

Leon grunted out with a whimper, his hips bucking forward again to create as much friction as he could. With little patience you began eagerly bobbing your head against his throbbing cock.

"That's it, taking my cock in your mouth so well.. h-mmph!"

His words only fueling both of your desire as his hands both gripped the back of your head, his hips moving onto thrusting to meet your awaiting mouth. Your throat now only being used as a perfect hole for his needy cock.

"Such a good little thing, with your slutty throat all for my cock, so good..."

He groaned out the last part, his head getting thrown back as he panted.

You knew how close the man was, your head choking down his length with teary eyes. He whimpered and whined as he looked down at your shaking and teary eyed form. His hands moving down to cup your face as he smeared the tears over your face.

"Such a pretty little thing crying for my cock.."

Your eyes did it for him, almost as if you were begging him, for all of him. This is what sent him over the edge. With a cry and his hands going back and gripping the back of your head - his hips thrusting forward as he threw his head back with a sharp moan, finally releasing down your throat.

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Authors note(s):

My first public smut story!

I hope you guys liked it. Sorry it was short! 🫶

My requests are open and I will deeply appreciate any requests there! <3

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[I do give permission to repost/reblog my work, as long as credited <3]

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[narcissarina]

𝔊𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔫 ℭ𝔞𝔤𝔢, 𝔅𝔩𝔲𝔢 𝔅𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔰

જ⁀➴Previous chapter

Pairings: bodyguard!Leon × college billionaire!reader

Word count: 875

Summary: a happy end.

A/n: hated this, my words aren't wording😭😭😭😭

𝚇𝙸𝚅: 𝙴𝙿𝙸𝙻𝙾𝙶𝚄𝙴

Three months later.

Three months had passed, the moment Leon brought you home; your father had been drinking and took days off from his work just to have the authorities search for you. Tears form in his eyes when his little girl was brought home safe and still in one piece, he had the best doctors to tend your wounds and check on you for any side effects.

Lucky for Leon, he accomplished his mission and finally had a few days off from work. He rarely got the opportunity so he took it and spend his day off being your bodyguard, the agent watch you return to your usual spark and glow.

Inside those three months, Leon help you get comfortable and get you a therapist. He stayed with you when you very much likely to talk with the therapist when he’s beside you throughout the whole session.

Your friend: Sarina, cried when you surprised her. She was ugly crying and blames herself for not coming with you that night, it wasn’t her fault, you said to her; “if you have gotten involved, I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself.”

One of those days, your father filed a divorce and put your step-mother behind bars where she rightfully belongs. About the scientist, you haven’t heard what happened to them, all Leon told you that you shouldn���t be too worried about it and he got it all handled.

You were falling for him, you chose to express your love in silence and Leon caught up to that but pretended that he’s oblivious to it until you confess with your own words.

Finals coming up, and Leon is here when you needed mental support and a tutor—Sarina was here too. Eyeing the two lovebird before her when you said you two should study together, she was silently crying inside and giving a bitter expressions.

It has been one heck of an adventure you never knew you’d get into, once—you were pushing the agent away but failed miserably. He was there when you needed him, when you needed help from your assignments, he was there. When you needed him mentality, he was there. He never turned away when you push him.

Three steps back brings you three step forward.

“do you think I’ll do good?” you asked Leon, fidgeting with the straps of your small bag. Feeling nervous about the test that you’ll take today, you were visibly sweating and Leon damp a handkerchief against your forehead gently, not wanting to ruin your makeup.

Leon’s lips made contact with your forehead, his calloused hand at the back of your neck. “why did you pull an all-nighter if you won’t do good? Why did you wake up and suddenly pulled out all your textbooks and notes and only study the entire day?” he asked, your doe eyes looking up at him.

“it doesn’t matter if it wasn’t the highest, as long as you pass. That’s the only thing that matter.”

You take in his words and nod, you did study all day and pulled an all-nighter—you don’t want to put your efforts in vain. All you need to do, is to believe in yourself. You smiled at him and give him a tight hug, “I’ll be going now!” you exclaimed and run inside.

Leon never thought he’ll be a much help to you, still not admitting what kind of relationship you had with Leon to your father. You still hate him for ditching you and your mother in the past, but that hatred can’t last forever when he’s trying to be a better father.

The agent wish you luck and that you pass, and after your finals—Leon would take you in the D.S.O to hang out with his friends, a friend of his is a friend of yours plus you have quite know them and what kind of people they are, and they’re fun to be with.

He did some paperwork back at the agency then did a couple of rounds with his bike, your message notified him as he drove back to pick you up.

“I’m finally free! Please come pick me up.”

He laughs when you eagerly got on the bike, putting the helmet he had given you and tightly hold on around his waist, “where to?” he asked, “I thought we’re training?” you asked in confusion, he starts to rev the engine and drove off.

Visiting the agency a few times, getting greeted by the other workers there—they have grown used by you visiting with Leon tagging you along with him. All his friends had grown to you and they have thought you different things and about survival or something in their interest.

The agents will teach you basic things for starters, they would help you improve in fighting and how to handle weapons.

You had a great time.

“Still thinking about joining?” Leon asked as he sit beside you and spread his legs apart, resting his elbows to his knees and his gaze focuses on you.

You smiled and fold your arms, “if I’m qualified enough, yeah.”

Resting your head to Leon’s shoulder as the two of you watch the sunset together, free from everything.

You wonder if this could last forever.

Back at Preface and Chapter I.

#Should've sticked to writing oneshot #I forgot the plot along the way after not writing this last chapt in 2 days😭😭 #forgetful queen #I WILL DO BETTER I PROMISE #imma kms #leon kennedy #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon resident evil #leon s kennedy x reader #leon scott kennedy #leon x reader #resident evil leon #leon s kennedy x you #why is this dogshit bye #re4 leon #re4r leon #leon kennedy smut #leon s kennedy smut

[bitbugbites-re]

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚆𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚆𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 | 𝖑𝖊𝖔𝖓 𝖐𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖉𝖞 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

Ramón Salazar was a cruel royal with a love for extravagance and was always looking for new ways to stay entertained. Unfortunately for you and your partner Leon, walking into his castle landed the both of you to star as lead roles in his game of “dollhouse.”

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word count: ~6k

gender: fem! reader

cw: NSFW, (some) FLUFF // roleplay, titfuck, fake relationship, semi-public sex, unprotected sex // ktober

a/n: the title of this fic was inspired by an actual play titled, "The Play That Goes Wrong" and while I haven't been able to see it myself yet, it's got some really funny clips on TikTok/YouTube if anyone is interested!!!

p.s. -- if you're only interested in the smut, you can scroll down until you reach the thin black bar lololol

“Now, Mr. – and, Mrs. Kennedy – you may soon begin.”

You stared straight forward, glaring at the short man on the balcony above as he spoke. You did not appreciate how he wrongfully labeled you as “Mrs. Kennedy.”

The man had the voice of an adult man, the body of a child, and the skin of an elder. His appearance was grotesque, that’s for sure, but his clothes were fanciful and neat, completely contrasting his strange affliction in traits that differed in ages.

The strange adult-child-elder, who had previously introduced himself as Ramón Salazar, snapped his fingers, and you watched as men in cloaks began to walk through the massive, wooden door underneath the balcony that Salazar stood on. They held different weapons, all of which were intimidating, consisting of maces, scythes, and shields. Most of the men’s faces were completely covered by hoods and masks, as well as helmets in the shape of skulls, although there were a few whose faces you could see – they looked awful and sickly. You and your partner, Leon, had started referring to them as “Zealots” during your first interaction with Salazar. No matter what Salazar requested, they did – as such, they were zealots, allegiant to his commands in the name of whoever the hell “Lord Saddler” is.

Out of the corner of your eye, your partner struggled against the chains clasped to his wrists and ankles. You had the same confinements, but did not bother to battle against the thick metal. It was clearly pointless, and you knew you’d be stuck with its cold embrace until it was removed by Salazar or one of his men.

The room was now filled with Zealots, lining against the sides of the audience chamber. It was a curious sight, and also very unnerving – there was no way you and Leon could take them on alone. 

The last two Zealots to file in the room did not head for the long string of their fellow men – instead, they approached you and your partner, who were kneeling against the foggy, frigid floor. Your heartbeat raced as you saw them break the pattern, and you wondered what Salazar had in mind when he said, “you may soon begin.”

Leon was the first to be reached by one of the Zealots, and he, surprisingly, held still despite his previous attempts at escape. You watched, quirking a brow at him as your own Zealot began crouching down behind you, fiddling with the clasps at your feet. Leon did not return your gaze, too busy trying to see the Zealot’s every move. 

Leon’s Zealot made the mistake of unlocking the chains around Leon’s wrists first, and Leon, who had not actually given up his desire to fight back, bent backward, wrapping his arms around the bone-thin Zealot’s neck, swinging him down to his side.

Thud!

The Zealot struggled against Leon’s grip, but Leon, much stronger than the Zealot, did not relent. Instead, Leon gripped the hooded and masked Zealot at the upper-middle of his clothed back, pinning him in place.

Salazar laughed, amused, watching as the Zealot who was originally going to unchain you, subdued Leon. Leon’s own Zealot got up, unchaining you instead. You were now completely free, both arms and legs, while Leon had only been freed of the locks around his wrists.

“Oh, Mr. Kennedy~” Salazar said in a drawed-out fashion, “If you want a semblance of control, you must behave!”

Leon glared at him, his voice deep with bitterness. “Fat chance, Ramón.” 

You sighed, whispering to Leon. “Play along.”

He looked over at you, his face appearing stoic. You picked up on the moderately lidded composure of his eyes, though – one he did when he was slightly confused.  After being partnered with Leon many times, you knew very well how to discern the small changes in expression on his face, knowing what they meant, while many others did not. 

You shot him back a look of your own, one that communicated to him, “Trust me.”

Leon quickly picked up on your intentions, easing his wrestling with the Zealot. He was a smart boy.

“It seems you listen to Mrs. Kennedy quite well, Mr. Kennedy,” Salazar spoke. 

Leon scoffed, the Zealot dropping your partner’s arms. The Zealot then began removing the barrings on Leon’s ankles, to which he obediently stayed still at your request.

“ Excellent!” Salazar cheered, grinning a smile which moved the painful-seeming cracks resting on his cheeks. “Now, it is time – for you to play husband and wife.”

The two Zealots behind you and Leon left, walking towards each their respective line.

A loud whirring sounded above you, a backdrop slowly coming closer to the floor where you stood. You and Leon fixated your gaze on it, observing that it was a painting of a living room.

A lightbulb went off in your head, and you realized that Salazar was actually going to make you play a game of dollhouse. He was going to use you as entertainment.

“What the–” Leon breathed, bewilderment in his eyes.

“Ah, yes– Now what will I have you play out today?” Salazar spoke, his announcement actually a question for himself to ponder. 

“Hmm,” he stared hard at Leon, and eventually, his expression changed from focused, to thrilled. “I know! – Mr. Kennedy, since you are filled with such unrivaled anger, let us watch as you return home from work, displeased that your wife has not prepared dinner on time for your arrival!”

If Leon had not looked bewildered before, he was definitely taken aback now. You were sure you shared the same expression.

He looked over to you, unsure if you still wanted him to play along. You nodded your head in return, figuring that as you acted, you’d be able to come up with a plan.

Leon adjusted his throat, and very awkwardly began to open his mouth to speak – only to be cut off by Salazar.

“No, No!” he exclaimed, “Mr. Kennedy, this is a play! – It wouldn’t be very entertaining for you to only speak, and not move, wouldn’t it?”

You watched as Leon sighed, mumbling out something – you assumed it was a curse directed at Salazar. He then walked, with a very agitated and rushed stance, to the side of the backdrop. 

“Honey. I’m Home.” Leon spoke, his voice flat. It was probably the worst acting you’d ever seen.

In response, you made eye contact with Leon, sucking in a breath, trying not to laugh at his awkwardness. “Welcome home.”

There was a silence between the two of you while Leon thought about what he would say in response. Finally, he spoke.

“Um. Where’s my dinner?”

You seriously weren’t sure how you were going to keep a serious facade going. It seemed like at this rate, every time Leon opened his mouth he would say something without the sentence's proper emotion attached. 

You pictured Leon talking like this to his actual wife someday, your eyes watering at the hilarity of the imagery – you had to blink a couple of times in order to clear your sight.

“I…forgot?” You said, amusement in your voice. After you spoke, you heard a distant tapping from the balcony above, and you were sure Salazar was not happy with how his “play” was turning out.

The air around you was filled with silence again, until Leon spoke.

“So. No dinner?” He asked innocently – he did not seem angry, like his character was supposed to be, at all.

Finally, Salazar broke. He slammed his fist down on the railing of the elevated surface he stood on, and expressed his displeasure with the two of you.

“Have neither one of you ever seen theatre? The dramatic arts? Notice, how it has arts in the name? You fools both seem to lack it – especially you, Mr. Kennedy!”

You broke as well now – not out of anger, but out of sheer merriment. Laughing hard, tears filled your eyes – you didn’t even care that Salazar and Leon were staring at you confused.

“He – he said you suck, Leon!” you giggled hysterically, practically gasping for breath.

Leon paused, placing his hands on his hips and looking down for a brief second. He looked up again, focusing on you laughing. “Am I that bad?”

You nodded your head, continuing on gasping for air between amused chortles.

“Enough!” Salazar yelled – it was evident he was getting very angry now. He did not seem to like that the two of you could not follow instructions.

“It is clear to me now, that this is not going to work –” Salazar said, and you felt a ray of hope wash over you – perhaps your terrible acting was enough to free the two of you from Salazar’s torture? 

Nonetheless, he continued. “ – So, since the two of you are so painfully awkward with one another – I will have you sent to spend some alone time with one another.”

Oh. So maybe your shitty acting wasn’t enough after all.

Salazar snapped his fingers once more, and his Zealots began to exit the room through the same door they entered from. 

“I will give the two of you an hour to figure out how to fix your horrendous lack of grace – and when I return, I hope, for your sake, it is better than what you have shown me now.”

You and Leon shared a glance, then watched as Salazar headed out his own door as well. The grand room, decorated with vases, standing candelabras, and a red carpet leading to the Zealots’ door was now completely empty, aside from you and Leon.

“We need a plan,” Leon spoke first, looking at you with full seriousness.

You nodded your head, thinking. “Yeah, but what? Did you see how many Zealots were lined up along both sides of the room? We’re screwed without weapons.”

He was silent for a moment, placing his hands on his hips like he did earlier. He looked down, swinging his head to the side. He did this a lot when he was at a loss.

“Maybe they forgot to lock the doors?” he said, looking up at you.

You stared back at him, annoyed. “Leon. They locked the doors.”

“Hmm.” He said and quietly went back into thought.

Suddenly, you had an idea. “What if we went on with the play? What if, we indulged him, and invited him to act with us?”

Leon said nothing, only continuing to listen.

“Once he’s down here, you jump him. Then grab the key to the cells in the back of the room and toss them to me. Make a commotion the best you can, and try to stun or outrun the Zealots – don’t let them catch you. While you do that, I’ll make a run for it toward the cells, trying to avoid any Zealots that aren’t distracted by you, and then I’ll grab our weapons.”

Leon sighed, his chest huffing. “Sounds like the only option we’ve got.”

You nodded, and the two of you sat on the misty floor, ready to wait out the rest of your time-out.

It was quiet between the two of you for a while, until Leon spoke. 

“Was my acting really that bad?” he said, his voice neutral. He didn’t seem upset, just curious.

You pursed your lips. “Weeeeeeeell…”

He chuckled, shaking his head abruptly to move the longer-sided bang out of his eye. “Guess so, huh?”

You laughed and decided to be honest since he was taking it well. “Yeah, you could probably use some work.”

He leaned back, his legs crossed in front of him, and from this angle, his chest looked huge. “Can you help me with that? Give me some tips, maybe?”

You thought for a moment, moving one arm over to the other, scratching it. “Well, I don’t know. I think the most important thing we’re missing is it being natural.”

Leon laughed. “Is that something that can be practiced?” 

“Well, yes, but–” you started, and began to blush at the notion of what you were about to add on. “ –we’re acting as a married couple. It’s going to be hard to replicate that, considering, well–”

“We’re not together?” Leon added on, glancing down and rubbing the back of his neck. Only one arm was supporting his weight now as he leaned back, and you noticed how full his arms were. You didn’t think about it much, but he was a really strong guy.

“Yeah.” you said, looking away before he caught you staring. 

It grew quiet between the two of you again, and you noticed Leon began to get a little antsy. It seemed like he had something he wanted to say, although wasn’t sure if he should.

“What are you thinking about, Leon? I can tell you ‘wanna say something.” you said.

He looked at you, his eyes a little wide. “Uh. Well–” he paused, then furrowed his brows and threw his head back. A couple seconds later, he raised it again, and looked you in the eyes. 

“What if we practiced it? Being a couple?”

You felt yourself freeze, practically breaking at his suggestion. You felt your face grow hot, and you sat up straight, a little fidgety. “Well–I guess–I suppose–”

He watched you, waiting for your response. However, it didn’t come, as you were caught up in a chain of filled pauses.

He smiled weakly, a small, barely noticeable sigh escaping his lips, and spoke. “It’s okay, just a suggestion.”

You stared at him for a second, deciding to analyze him. You hadn’t thought of your partner as – well, a partner before – so you wanted to see if you could follow through.

First, you looked at his face. You had to admit, he was leagues ahead of most of the men you’d met. He had a good facial structure, along with slightly filled cheeks – a little boyish, but definitely cute considering he was in his late 20’s. Moreover, it was contrasted well by the shape of his nose, eyebrows, and eyes. Each previously listed had a very grown, masculine feel: his nose was slightly rigid – not big, but something about it made his Italian descent evident; his eyebrows were placed closely above his eyes, so he had a semi-permanent done-with-life look; and his eyes were often representative of bedroom eyes – especially so since he had heavy undereye which conveyed his unending tiredness. You weren’t sure why this added to his bedroom eyes, but it did.

Leon had fairly smooth skin too, not to mention the abundance of random faint freckled-moles. And oh my god, his eyelashes–

You suddenly realized what you were doing when Leon turned his head away, hiding his face. He had caught onto what you were doing, and appeared embarrassed.

“Oh, shit– I’m sorry for staring, god–” you mumbled out, worried that he thought what you were doing was weird.

“...It’s fine. So your answer?”

You bit the inside of your cheek and thought. You were definitely attracted to him, so there was no problem there. “I…guess it wouldn’t hurt.”

He looked back over at you, smirking. “So where do we start? I’ve never been in a relationship before, so…”

You looked at him, shocked. “Never?”

“Never.” he responded.

Silent for a moment out of bewilderment, you then decided to calm yourself, for the sake of your conversation. “Well,” you breathed. “Most couples are pretty touchy. Like, handholding? They usually start with that, I guess.”

You watched as Leon sat up, scooting closer to you. You felt a little excited at his movement toward you.

Softly, he removed his gloved hand and held it out towards you. Although, he held it as if he were offering you something, so you were a little confused as to how to take it. Nonetheless, you decided to cut him some slack, since he did say he hadn’t dated anyone before.

Brushing your fingertips against his, he then turned his hand over, interlacing both of your fingers together. 

So he did have some game, at least.

“Now what?” he spoke, smiling at you. 

Your heart felt like it was going to leap out of your chest, and your mind was running a mile a minute. Leon’s question felt so innocent, and when mixed together with his slightly confident aura, you were sure this boy would be the end of you. Or, you’d be the end of him.

“I guess, kissing is the next step?’ You said sheepishly, not sure how he’d take it.

“Okay.” he replied, removing his hand from yours. He shifted his legs, changing from being criss-crossed, to on his knees. You stayed in your own criss-crossed position, watching him with anticipation.

He took hold of one of your shoulders, slowly leaning in. He paused for a moment, observing your face. “You’re very pretty,” he whispered.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You grabbed his face, pulling him in, smooching him on his upper lip. He paused for a moment as you did this, feeling you suck at the soft muscle. Slowly, he started to move as well, kissing you back, trying to copy your movements – it was likely he wasn’t completely sure what he was doing. Or what he was meant to do.

It was a very medium-paced kiss, and the two of you kept this up for a while. The room filled with the sounds of your lips colliding as well as your desperate inhales and exhales, begging for oxygen without having to break the passionate dance that your mouths shared.

After a while, though, you had to pull back, panting. You opened your eyes, looking at Leon as you did, and there they were – his bedroom eyes. Although, they looked a little more… prominent? Than they usually were.

“Next?” he said, and you started to sweat a little, not sure how far he wanted to take this.

“Well–Next, would be..” you trailed off.

“Sex?” he asked.

You looked at him a little shocked. You hadn’t expected him to come out right with it. “Y-yeah. Sex.”

He smiled at you, playfully tilting his head a little. “Well, we practiced enough with the kissing – I think it’ll be more–”

You cut him off, feeling a little miffed that he hadn’t considered going even farther with you. You weren’t sure why – was it because he initiated the “practicing” and decided he was done after the kiss you shared? Was it because he made it sound like sex was going to happen after his questioning of “Next?” – you weren’t sure. But what you did know, was that you weren’t going to let him be the one to steer your heart around.

“I don’t think you’re ready,” you said, your voice laced with something fierce.

Leon looked at you, confusion etched onto his face. “What?”

“I said,” you spoke, getting up, and placing yourself onto his lap. You felt something poke at you through his pants – and you figured it had been there since the start of the kiss. “I don’t think you’re ready. I think you’re going to screw up the plan.”

Leon looked at you, shocked. He didn’t seem to know what to do with himself.

“But I can help you,” you whispered in his ear. “I can show you what it means to be a husband.”

He sat there for a minute, and then you heard him shakily mumble out, “Okay.”

You pulled your head forward to face him, and as you did, you noticed his entire face was red. He really wasn’t expecting you to do this. 

You leaned in to resume your previous kiss, and as you did, you wrapped your arms around his neck. It felt warm, despite the chill of the room.

Leon gently, and very awkwardly placed his hands on your hips. They rested very stiffly, which made you giggle into the laugh.

“Where’d all your machismo go, Leon?” you asked.

He managed to squeak out a mumble during the parting of your lips. “I don’t know.”

Giggling again at his response, you decided to mess with him a little. You dug both of your hands through his hair, pulling his head downwards slightly. This broke the kiss, of course, to which you leaned forward into him, causing him to remove his hands off your hips, placing them on the floor behind his back for support. You were now looking down at him, taking in the sight of his expression.

He looked utterly, totally, and completely enamored with you. It was like he was in a daze of some kind that made his brain turn stupid.

“Ask me what’s next, Leon.” you whispered.

Without hesitation, he spoke. “What’s next?”

You smiled at him, removing your grip on his scalp. Your dominant hand went to pet his blonde hair, while the other placed itself on his shoulder, pushing his back to the floor. “Foreplay.”

As you went to remove your shirt, you looked down at Leon, whose face was cherry red. It was an interesting sight, to say the least, as the floor of the castle was still covered in some kind of weird fog. Leon’s face and body peeped right out of it, his hair tossled and a little spread out onto the concrete tile.

Now topless, you unclasped your bra. As it dropped to the ground, you watched as Leon threw up one of his arms, covering his eyes. You could see him bite the inside of his cheek, his jaw flexing.

You scooted down, no longer sitting on his waist-hip area. You began unbuckling his belt, the clinking of the tongs being pulled through the hoops echoing through the room as you freed them.

You then slipped the belt around the loops, pulling it off of him completely. As you did, his body jerked a little, his hips leaning up, allowing you to remove it. You smiled, thinking his shy, yet helpful movement was cute.

The belt was now tossed across the room haphazardly, making a clanking noise as it dropped. Leon finally removed his arm from his face, looking up at you with a slightly furrowed look. It almost looked like he was trying to play it cool, but was failing miserably.

You began unzipping his rough-feeling pants, pulling them down. You were met face-to-face with his underwear, a pair of black Calvin Klein briefs.

You chuckled. “Seems fitting,” you said.

Frustrated, Leon sat up. “You asked where my machismo went, right?”

You froze. You weren’t sure where he was going with this.

“I’ll show you,” he said in response to your silence.

Suddenly, he shuffled his underwear off, his cock springing out and slapping against his black shirt.

He, rather gently, took your hair in his hand, forming a makeshift ponytail. He slowly, and a little hesitantly, as if he wasn’t sure if what he was doing was okay, lowered you down to the head of his penis. 

You looked up at him, laughing softly. “Cute.”

He looked a little embarrassed, his face turning red again. Nonetheless, you shifted your gaze down and took him into your mouth.

He let out a soft moan, his hips bucking a little. He seemed to like it.

You licked and sucked at him for a little while, before he sporadically started to gently tug at your hair, insinuating he wanted you to stop. You did, and when you looked up, you saw his blushing face and his eyes, full with a determined gaze.

“Your breasts,” he huffed out, “use them.”

You knew he was doing all of this because of your comment about machismo, which made you smile a little. It was especially interesting, because no matter how hard he tried to be dominant, he was very gentle and conscious of his touch. He was definitely a very cute man, and you liked that he was trying his best to show that he had a “manly” side to him.

Listening to his command, you pressed your breasts together, pushing his cock in between them. Again, he tried to stifle a moan.

“Is this what you think husbands and wives do, Leon?” you asked, looking up at him with a sly gaze as you moved your chest up and down his manhood. 

He met your confident stare with his own, furrowed one. It looked as if he was trying to focus, but wasn’t able to do it very well.

“I–I don’t know.” he replied, his voice low.

“Well,” you began, “we’re husband and wife in this moment, aren’t we, Leon?”

He didn’t respond, and simply threw his head back, one of his hands covering his mouth, trying to stifle his throaty moans at the touch of your skin against his.

Smirking, you stopped pushing your breasts together abruptly, pulling away from his cock.

Leon removed his hand from his mouth, looking down at you in confusion. His other hand still held on loosely to your hair.

“Well, husband. Your wife is starting to feel a little left out. I want to have some fun, too.” 

As you said this, Leon’s eyes widened slightly, before morphing into that same determined look again. Except this time, he seemed to be less awkward about it. You figured that when you said you wanted to have fun too, it kickstarted something in him. Leon was a good guy, and always eager to please.

He grabbed you by your hips, which took you aback a little since you hadn’t been used to this newfound form of dominance, and placed you onto your knees. He got on his knees as well and roughly unzipped your pants.

After he did, he popped two fingers in his mouth, sucking them for a couple of seconds, making sure they were wet with his saliva. Once he was confident they were lathered well, he pulled them out, gently lowering them down to your crotch.

Using his dry hand, he slipped your panties to the side. He then slowly inserted his wet fingers, which were cold at first, causing you to gasp. He stared at you as you did, a lustful look full of desire in his blue eyes. 

He softly pushed in, then out, then in again, and continued for a while until you placed your hands on his shoulder, holding onto him. 

“Rub against the walls,” you informed him, guiding him on how to find your g-spot. He listened well, pulling his fingers smoothly against the walls of your vagina. As he dragged over it slowly, you let out a moan, throwing your head down onto his chest. He took his free hand, and placed it over the back of your head, holding you to him.

He continued to work as you ground down onto his fingers, whining into his body. He didn’t say anything, just simply focused on pleasing you, feeling your warm body against his own.

Eventually, you began to shake, and he kept at his pace, although pressing his fingers a little more roughly into you. By this point, you were gripping his shirt for dear life, practically pulling him into you.

He moved his head closer to your ear, and whispered. “I want my wife to cum.”

You didn’t last long after that, climaxing onto his fingers soaked with your liquid. As you did, you were sure you heard him mumble something out very lowly, although you couldn’t hear it very well. You knew it sounded very endearing, though.

As your body relaxed, he slipped his fingers out of your hole. He then placed his hands on your shoulders, holding you up, all while making sure he didn’t put the fingers that were wet onto you, out of politeness. Leon was a very compassionate man.

Your breathing was heavy, and when you looked at Leon next, he smiled at you – a very kind smile. “You did good,” he said.

It seemed like he was trying to draw a line again, ending things here without even getting off himself, and you weren’t quite sure why. Desperate, you grabbed him by the shirt, falling back, pulling him on top of you.

Quickly, he placed his hand behind your head, making sure you didn’t bump it against the hard floor.

“Do you not want to have sex with me?” you said, still holding him by the tight shirt.

He looked surprised. “Why would you think that–”

“Because you keep trying to wrap things up. You’re sweet to me, you lead me on thinking more is to come, and then you wrap it up. If you don’t want me, tell me.”

Leon looked down at you, a little starstruck. “I don’t–”

“Yes, you do. You do know what I’m talking about. Please, just be honest with me.”

He stared at you for a little longer, before eventually looking down and to the side, his V-shaped bangs blocking you from seeing his face.

“Fine. You want to know the truth?” he spoke curtly.

You held your breath. From the tone of his voice, you weren’t sure if what he was going to say next would be good.

“I love you.” he huffed out.

Oh. Okay. That was unexpected.

“What?” you said amazed. You weren’t expecting that confession at all.

“Yeah. From the start, when we first partnered together,  I’ve liked you. It became love, and now here we are. I wasn’t planning on romancing you here, in rural Spain, nor on any kind of mission at all, for Christ’s sake. But, I got a little too carried away with the whole husband and wife thing.”

You stared at him, confused as to how you could’ve been oblivious to his feelings all this time.

Leon continued, staring you dead in the eyes. “I drew the line once at kissing and then again at sex, hoping I wouldn’t ruin my chances of actually dating you. Hell, I envisioned us kissing for the first time after taking you out on a date to dinner at a fancy restaurant, or something. But here we are.”

You simply blinked up at him, starting to feel a little conscious of your naked body as he hovered over you. 

“I’ll date you,” you said, watching as his expression went from frustrated, to surprised at your words.”

“What?” he said, confused.

“I mean, it’s clear we’re compatible at this point. And, I’m not opposed to it, so.” you said, looking up at him. “I don’t think I share the same level of passion as you yet, but I’m confident I’d be able to get there eventually.”

Leon just stared down at you. It made you feel a little awkward.

“Well? What do you say?” you asked.

“Okay.” he replied. Classic Leon – keeping it short and simple even in a matter like this.

“Can we resume, then?” you asked, placing your hand on his cheek. “I know it’s not traditional like you’d like, but–”

Leon simply leaned down and kissed you. Shocked at first, you were slow to close your eyes, but eventually, you did, letting out an exhale as you kissed.

You felt Leon pull back after about a minute of kissing, tugging his shirt over his head. You observed his chest in great detail, noticing he had little freckles dotted randomly all over his chest and torso. It was kind of hot.

He moved back in to kiss you again, placing his arms, fat with muscle, down next to your head. It almost felt a little intimidating.

He lowered his body, removing one of his arms so that now he was only holding himself up with one of them, and positioned his cock at your entrance. You spread yourself a little more for him, using your own fingers to stretch yourself open so that it’d be easier for him to enter.

He did, inserting it slowly, and soon moved his head back up to see your expression. You winced a little, and he frowned.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, leaning down to kiss you in hopes that it’d distract you a little.

After a while, you patted his shoulder, letting him know it was okay to go in further. This continued until he was all the way in, and when he was, you wrapped your legs around his hips.

You gave him the okay to move, and almost instantaneously, he did. He moved slowly at first, but it was evident he was having a hard time holding back.

You laughed a little, telling him it was okay to go faster, and so he did. He began pumping in and out of you, kicking up the mist on the floor as his hips slapped against your own.

“Sorry,” he apologized again, seeing that some of the mist began to dust your eyes. He seemed to have a habit of doing that.

Leon then leaned up, pulling you with him, wrapped his arms under your back, and laid both of you down again. Your upper body was now elevated well above the mist and you had no worries about it getting kicked up in your face. Leon, who was now face down, simply closed his eyes and buried his head in your neck.

He continued driving himself into you, grunting into your ear as he moved. He seemed to make a lot of noises during sex, and you figured he was just a very vocal man – you wondered if he was extra sensitive to touch, as he often made a lot of noises when injured as well.

Testing the theory, you turned your head over to where he laid his head on you, brushing one of his bangs away from his face, pushing it behind his ear. You noticed he shook a little at this, his ear red, and you continued. You pulled his head closer where you could reach his neck, and you began to suck at the easiest spot you could get to. Immediately, his voice waivered, and his strong hips rammed up into you suddenly. 

You’d say your hypothesis proved to be correct.

His movements started to become more strained, and you could tell he was going to cum soon. You removed your hand from his neck, moving it down to your clit, and began to rub at it with an even pace.

Eventually, the both of you became pretty unraveled, engulfed in the warm embrace of one another. You felt Leon start to cum first, his body convulsing on top of you, his voice a low, broken string of mumbles, most of which you could not discern. You did notice, however, with the last few thrusts he rocked into you, his voice became clearer, repeating “I love you,” over and over.

This was enough for you to finish as well, cumming with both his cock, and his warm seed, still inside of you. You felt so full, especially so due to Leon’s manhood trembling in your core, not completely yet over his orgasm. You were sure your sex with Leon was one of the best experiences you’ve had.

Eventually, once you both were calm, Leon pulled out. The two of you were heaving and huffing, and you reached up to cup Leon’s cheek. He kept looking down at you, staring into your eyes with the same look you thought he had earlier – he was enamored with you.

As he leaned down to kiss you, one of the doors opened abruptly by a companion you met earlier, who you lost track of.

“I’m here to save you, Sancho and Sancha!” the man spoke.

It was Luis.

Both you and Leon shot your heads toward him immediately, wide-eyed as you were still entangled together, naked.

Leon opened his mouth to speak, and while you thought it would be something out of embarrassment, it wasn’t.

“The door was unlocked this whole time?”

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