#oc x leon kennedy

[ashiemochi]

anubussy - xiii (ii) ♰ 

✠ Anubussy ↳ sorry, i don't want your touch ↳↳ it's not that i don't want you

➶ pairing: OC x Leon S(exy) Kennedy. ➶ genre: fluff, more angst, gore, longer smut/suggestive themes ➶ word count: no

NOTE: ✠ = time skip ✠✠ = switching povs/characters

♰ Content includes: dirty talk, nipple play, degradation, edging, loads and loads of edging, foreplay (both receiving), oral play (both receiving), rough sex, mean! (and sort of sadistic) Leon bc he's got pent-up tension, veryvery subtle dacryphilia, this is too long because it has tons of edging teehee, it's +17k words. split into 2-3 parts.

Usually, this is the part where I wouldn't use So Ah's name much to keep this as self-indulgent as possible but I won't be going over 17k words to redo it so - have fun!

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Her gasp in surprise was muffled, his big hands covering her wrists when he moved them away from her face. His lips moved against hers; something he was only dreaming of days prior. It was filled with love as he kissed her passionately, almost needily. It was fireworks like the first time he kissed her. 

His hands slipped from her wrists to her arms, wrapping them around his neck as a desperate encouragement. A little do something to snap her out of her moment of surprise. She found herself kissing back immediately at this gesture, arms pulling him close as she stood on her tiptoes.

Leon hummed against her lips, brows furrowing as his arms went around her waist, pulling her body closer to his. His hand gripped onto the back of her jacket, nearly tugging on it at the exploding sensation of her softsoft lips on his, and the other went to the back of her head, fingers tangling with her hair.

Oh, how he –

"Missed this," Leon parted briefly to breathe, his hand reaching up for her cheek as he swiped his thumb against her wet bottom lip, muttering airly, "I missed this – I missed you so fucking much."

So Ah gazed up at him, panting faintly, as he returned her gaze, dilated with love and desire. He wanted to touch every inch of her and rediscover everything.

"I missed you too," She whispered timidly.

Leon licked his bottom lip subtly, a glint starting to become apparent in his eyes, “You’re really stupid, you know that, right?”

She blinked, not expecting that to come out of his lips, “Huh?”

“You’re stupid to think I’d leave you after everything we’ve been through. We are married.” Leon practically scolded, “We deal with shit like this together. You should’ve come to me about this the minute it happened.”

“Leon…” She frowned, unlocking her arms from around his neck to trail her hand down to his chest, “They could’ve come for you… I–”

“It’s a risk I’m willing to take.” Leon pressed on, a cheeky grin itching the corner of his lips, as his thumb wiped away the last rolling tear.

She stared up at him silently, lips parted at his gaze, “You’re… You’re not mad at me?”

A chuckle; a dark one.

“I’m more than mad, sweetheart.” Leon corrected and his grasp on her cheek trailed to the back of her neck, brushing her nape. 

He tugged her close but not close enough, voice coming out gravely hot with redred within those eyes, “I’m fucking pissed off.”

His lips crashed against hers again and she whimpered at the sudden roughness. The hand on her back lifted up her thigh to wrap it around his waist, grounding his groin against her core as he pushed her back to the wall. 

A peek at what was to come. 

He swallowed her gasp, pinning her good wrist against the wall. The kiss was intoxicating, clouding every inch of her senses till she was comprehending nothing but his hot lips on hers. Her free hand gripped his shoulder, nearly squealing at his hips grinding on hers.

He released her lips, leaving her breathless and her eyes wide at his blown pupils. A smirk came to his lips, noting her flushed cheeks. He could feel her pounding heart against his chest.

“I think it's about time we catch up, don't you?"

It took her a good five seconds to understand what he meant – and another five to realize the tension that was growing between them ever since he protected her at the hotel was not an innocent one. 

They were both touch starved to all hell – yet, her consent was all that mattered to him.

So Ah shyly nudged the tip of her nose with his, aware of his half-lidded stare, and she pressed her lips against his. Leon instantly reciprocated it, a faint moan of relief at her giving in, ever so happy to break the unforgiving tension.

He too was aware of it the moment she stepped into the hotel.

It was all he could think of.

With just the kiss, Leon already got her whimpering, swallowing her sounds greedily.

He deepened the kiss, tilting his head to the side when her lips parted. He didn't even have to ask, tongue re-exploring what was once his. Her whine sent vibrations against his lips and down to the lowest pits of his abdomen. 

It only urged him to press up more against her, trailing his hand from her thigh to the plush flesh under her skirt. He pulled her to his crotch, receiving a faint moan from her. She could feel a bulge forming, enticing butterflies in her stomach at the anticipation.

A moist pop emitted when their lips parted, breathing heavily. A small gasp came from her at the sudden feeling of his wet lips on her neck. His stubble added to the peppering kisses, causing each kiss to burn so good. 

It sent shivers down her spine as his lips trailed to her sweet spot subconsciously where he bit. Leon snickered at the hitched sound she made but didn't stop, his hands reaching up to push her jacket's sleeves down her shoulders, revealing her shirt and skirt.

How he fucking loved seeing her in a skirt – but right now, he wanted to see all of her. Skirt or not, Leon was downright desperate to touch her everywhere.

So Ah, having both of her hands free, tugged to take her jacket off and let it pool around her feet. She threaded her fingers with his hair, her breaths coming out quick and pitched. His raspy groans were muffled by the spot right under her jaw at the feeling of her pulling on his hair, rutting against her once again.

Trailing his wet kisses up her jaw, his lips hovered over hers for only a moment. His breath mingled with hers and his hand went to the zipper of her skirt. So Ah gazed up at him, panting faintly as the sound of the zipper reached her ears. Her eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of his fingers tracing her skin, brushing past the hem of her underwear.

Leon hummed, dropping his eyes down to the visible tent on his crotch before catching a glimpse of her lace baby pink panties peeking past the confines of her skirt.

"I can't wait to take these off of you." Leon murmured, slipping his finger inside and pulling at the fabric.

So Ah jolted when it snapped back against her skin, irking a smirk from him. The sensation lingered, bringing goosebumps all over her body. It set her body on fire, that little action, and she was almost dreading with excitement about the big thing.

She cupped his cheeks and he looked at her, clearly holding back – but that was all out of the window when she whispered those six words.

“You don’t have to wait anymore.”

The corner of his lips twitched upwards before kissing her. Her giggle came out soft, running her fingers through his hair to tug him closer. The kiss kept her distracted to lean his hips away from hers enough to push her panties down followed by her skirt. Heat rushed to her cheeks darkly when she felt his hands roam on her now uncovered skin – but he never touched her. 

She pulled away a little, breathing heavily, “Leon, bed.”

He ticked his head to the side with a smirk, “Yes, ma’am.”

He gripped the back of her thighs and easily picked her up, making her gasp and hold onto his shoulders. Her legs went around his waist for leverage. His kisses returned to her throat, his long lashes giving her butterfly ones as he let his muscle memory take over to lead her to the bed. 

So Ah felt every kiss and not-so-subtle nip on her skin, breathing out softly. She deeply hoped they’d last, his markings. With the virus hindered by the worse possible thing in her body, those painless galaxies were bound to last muchmuch longer.

Her bum rested on the mattress and she took her chance to kick her shoes off before setting her feet on the bed. Leon leaned away to look down, raising a brow at her sneakers tumbling onto the ground and he gave her a look. She shrugged shyly with a small smile.

“I don’t want to dirty your sheets.” She admitted and he blinked at this.

“You’re so cute, you know that?” Leon shook his head with a chuckle and he released her thigh to cup the side of her jawline to gaze into her eyes, “I don’t give a damn about the sheets, sweetheart.”

A promise.

He perched his knee on the bed and kept his other foot on the ground, easily towering over her. Her shirt was the only garment left other than her bra and adorable socks – but it didn’t seem to be his current priority. His priority was what was between her legs. Her brain prepared her for what was to come, the tips of his fingers up her inner thigh.

Brushing his fingers over her cunt, he started by sliding his index up and down. An amused hum emitted from him, looking down at his finger smoothly moving over her clit. She was drenched.

So Ah let out a shuddered sigh, muffling her sounds as she gripped the sheets next to her till her knuckles were white. His other hand was rubbing her thigh lovingly, contrasting with his other teasing one.

"So wet and I didn't do anything yet," Leon teased, trailing his eyes back up at her, watching the way her nose would scrunch up whenever he'd brush past the spot where she needed him the most.

He brought his hand up, showing her how her arousal was glistening visibly on his finger under the warm lights of the hotel room. 

Right.

Hotel room. 

She’d have to be quiet as the walls were not thick – nor were they in a mansion with barely any neighbours to hear them have at it. She was loud and she knew that.

He did too.

"Open up," Leon practically ordered, the tips of his middle and ring brushing her softsoft lips.

Timidly, she did, parting her lips and darting her tongue out a little. A grin itched the other of his lips, pushing his two fingers into her mouth. Her lips pursed around them and he cursed under his breath when he felt her tongue lap up her wetness. 

Slowly, Leon moved his fingers as if he was fucking her pussy with just his digits. She moaned over them, her hand coming up to gently hold onto his wrist, fingers brushing the back of his hand. Her eyes stayed on his but he stared at her lips.

He wanted them around something else. 

Thicker. 

Bigger. 

Luckily, she did too.

"Wishing that was my dick, hm?" Leon smirked, his other hand trailing up to the back of her neck, "Want me to fuck this throat like I did back then? When I was doing my reports, remember?"

Of course, he wouldn't forget. He was having a hard time finishing reports and she ever so timidly asked to suck him off. He couldn't say no to her – it was such a generous offer anyway.

What started out as her taking her time to pleasure him, ended with him basically face fucking her and thrusting into her mouth to have his throbbing cock hit the back of her throat again and again. 

Her drool and saliva were dripping down her chin along with his cum when they were done, leaving her breathless and panting heavily as she rested her head on his thigh, relishing the tender rubbing on her scalp.

He had never lost his composure that badly before – and he was about to.

"Mhm," She blinked, slowing down her tongue at the feeling of his fingertips touching the bruised skin but it wasn't to sense where her chip was – it was to keep her in place.

His long fingers went deep till his knuckles brushed her lips, making her eyes widen with a muffled gasp. He kept them there, hawk eyes picking up on the drool seeping from the corner of her lips. She squeezed her eyes shut at the gag reflex kicking in and she tugged at his hand to pull him away. 

She breathed in and coughed when he did, swallowing that cool air. Leon seemed pleased with his fingers slick with her saliva, taking them down again to her awaiting cunt. Her clit twitched like her hips at the feathery touch, making her whimper. 

She knew he was right where she needed him to be – she could sense the presence of his fingers.

"Hey, eyes on me." Leon reminded, his hand trailing to her throat, not squeezing hard but tilting her head up so she'd keep her eyes on him, "And don't you dare try and hide those sweet sounds of yours, got it?"

"Ye–yeah, mhm," She whispered, licking her bottom lip as she stared up at him.

Leon's smirk widened proudly, "Good."

Her lips parted, jaw slacking at the feeling of his middle and ring entering her cunt. Slow and deep he went, hawk eyes picking up on the surprised look on her face. She was soso warm and he was already wishing he was the one inside of her. 

Just as slow as he went in, he moved out, pressing up against her walls as he did. It hitched a moan from her, legs shifting to widen and give him more space. Leon let her do that, darting his eyes down to her glistening lips. The pleasure was already rising, making her whine helplessly at his slow but precise fucking.

Pulling her by her throat, Leon kissed her, humming against her lips. His tongue slid in before sucking on hers, receiving a moan from her. It was a noisy kiss, messy but passionate. As their tongues engaged in a sensual dance, Leon sped up his fingers to emit the same wet noise from her. 

Her eyes squeezed shut, pulling away slightly from the kiss with a whine. A string of saliva connected between their lips and Leon pecked her lips, snickering faintly at how responsive she was.

He didn't move away, keeping her forehead pressed against his as his fingers went harder, his palm rubbing firmly against her clit. The moist sound grew more audible with every thrust, making him hum under his breath. He released her throat, trailing his hand down to her bosom from over her shirt. He squeezed and kneaded, and her head went back, breathlessly moaning into the air.

"G–god Leon, sh–shit," She wheezed, looking down to watch with her mouth open for her delicious sounds.

Leon didn't relent, giving her a smile as he fucked her pussy deeper, going hard with each thrust. It sent her mind over the moon, almost swallowing her tongue at the growing knot and the roughness of his glove. 

Her thighs shook, hips subconsciously grinding towards his thrusts. Her little pearl was throbbing with need, having his palm pressed against it and his digits rubbing that delicious spot in her. She was so close, her whines growing laboured and high-pitched.

Leon quickly removed his fingers, leaving her cunt fluttering around nothing. The sense of loss made her whimper, clamping her thighs shut for some friction but it wasn't going to be enough. The knot loosened and dissipated, bringing a feeling of emptiness with it.

"But I..." She panted, shaking her head confused as she watched him stick his finger into his mouth to lick it clean and then the other as if merely tasting a sweet cake batter, "I was so..."

Leon leaned close, the bed dipping under the weight of his knee. He cradled her cheeks and caressed the apple of them with a smile; a mocking one.

"I know." 

With that, his lips met hers needily, swallowing her moans. His hands went down to part her legs so he'd have space to move; and mostly because he didn't want anything to keep them apart. 

So Ah wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss with a pleased hum and he groaned against her lips. 

His fingers teased the hem of her shirt as if hesitating then he slipped his hands under her shirt. The feeling of his big and slightly calloused hands on her smooth skin made her yearn for more. He tugged her closer, biting her bottom lip, receiving another sound from her.

God, her lips were intoxicating. The cherry chapstick was still apparent and more than ever, making her taste so sweet. 

His hands trailed to her back, finding her bra and he unclasped it with ease. Pulling away from the kiss, Leon pushed her straps down through her sleeves and she grew puzzled at this, especially when he ushered them down her arms.

Her lacy white bra was taken out and flung carelessly to the floor. Her nipples were poking subtly through her white shirt and Leon sucked in air through his teeth at the sight. She was going to take her shirt off but he stopped her.

"No. No, keep it on," Leon said, gently pulling her hands away and he held her waist with his thumb teasing the sides of her bosoms 

Her brows furrowed at this, fearing the worst, "Why? Is something wrong?"

Something else was easing into the heavy tension. His eyes fell down.

In a way, Leon wasn't ready to see what the BSAA had done to her. He wasn't stupid. The moment she showed him the back of her neck, he knew it wasn't just her nape – the bruise was spreading quite possibly down her spine and over her shoulder blades.

"Just, keep this on a little..." Leon whispered, his sensual demeanour faltering a bit and giving her a sneak peek of his vulnerability, "A little longer, okay?"

It dawned on her. 

He didn't want to see it because then he'd blame himself. He didn't want to tackle the elephant in the room just yet. He missed her for so long and he yearned for her. He needed to feel alive – exactly how she felt when she returned from her sister's funeral. Leon wasn't planning on ignoring what happened to her – but right now, he wanted to make love to her.

To fuck her senseless.

She gave him a look of understanding, rubbing his arm with a soft smile and a nod, "Okay. We'll take it off later."

The crinkles by his eyes subtly appeared due to his smile and his lips met hers sweetly this time. 

Pressing up against her, her back met the mattress with a faint gasp. He released her lips to trail them down into the crook of her neck, nipping the skin there. He grabbed onto the hems of her shirt and pushed it up so it pooled right under her breasts.

His kisses resumed down to the valley of her chest, his hands gently kneading her through her shirt. His thumb swiped occasionally over her bud, receiving hummed moans in return. His lips were amazing on her skin, sending long-missed sparks down to her core.

All those months, she rarely ever had some private moments with herself. Still, she'd remember a sensual night or two when she'd be in a hot bath to soothe her body. Her eyes would flutter shut to relive the memory of him loving her and making love to her. Slowly, her fingers would inch down between her legs.

Though the orgasm was much needed, it felt different when it wasn't him. It felt empty.

Right now, she didn't need to rely on a memory to get her gushing – Leon was there in person.

Her arms fell to the bed when he lowered his lips down, going over her navel. His hot breath made her shiver, biting her bottom lip at the little innocent peck on her inner thigh. 

"Fuck, I've missed this," Leon exhaled, his azuls hidden behind his closed eyelids, mouth practically salivating at his favourite part, "I miss tasting you."

With each word, his lips brushed her clit and sent shocks of pleasure down her spine. Leon moved his arm under her hips to perch her up a bit and he squeezed her flesh gingerly. With his other hand, he ushered her thigh to go over his shoulder – which she did. 

Wetting his lips, he dove in.

His tongue was ruthless, pressing and rubbing against all the right spots that sent jolts and jolts of pleasure through her body. Leon was eating her out like it was his last meal, dipping his tongue inside her sweetsweet pussy. 

Her back arched with a moan at this, her hand shooting down to run her fingers through his hair and push his bangs out of the way. 

He was staring right back at her, his lustful eyes watching her edge to her climax little by little. 

"F–fuck, Leon, mmh~" She moaned, her hips moving on their own, craving more than she was receiving, but he didn't want that. 

His arm went over her waist and pressed his hand flat on her abdomen, pinning her down. She couldn't do anything but take what she was given, whining at his tongue trailing back to her sore clit. 

Her fingers tugged on his roots, causing him to grunt against her cunt and he furrowed his brows. He pulled her closer till there was no room left, violating that sweet spot right on her clit. He wasn't ashamed of slurping and sucking her little pearl into his mouth, rolling his tongue all over it as he traced insistent circles over her bundle of nerves.

"So good," His words sent vibrations to her bundle of nerves, breathily growling at her taste.

A yelp came from her, eyes widening as her thighs trembled next to his head. His free hand trailed up under her shirt and reached for her bosom. He kneaded the plum flesh, rolling her nipple in between his thumb and index. 

Of course, he never forgot about her other kinks. Her back arched again to his hand, moaning helplessly at the growing knot. 

Leon knew she was close, and he kept going. Latching his mouth onto her clit, the ridge of his tongue lapped relentlessly against that sensitive spot on her clit, edging her closer and closer. His assault on her bud didn't stop, tugging and pinching till it was hard. 

She writhed beneath him, calling out his name as her free hand gripped the sheets next to her. Lungs hyperventilating at the upcoming orgasm, So Ah found herself trying to tell him; she meant it as an encouragement to keep going.

"Le– Le– God, I'm–"

Then everything stopped; the pleasure, the rubbing on her nipple, and the tongue on her clit.

She whimpered at the loss, feeling the knot unwinding rather than snapping as her climax was slipping through her fingers. It took her all the way back to the start, leaving her uncomfortable and frustrated. 

The Devil in disguise chuckled in between her legs, squeezing her thigh tenderly. 

"That was a close one, wasn't it?" He asked teasingly.

Just what the hell was he doing – this was her second orgasm and he denied her it.

Leon kissed her inner thigh before going up, leaving her desperate cunt behind. His lips were glistening from her arousal, making them appear more kissable than ever. A smile was on his face and it was anything but nice or loving.

"Still with me?"

"Why'd you..." She panted, almost confused as she stared up at him, "Why'd you stop?"

Leon hummed, dragging his fingers up and down her thigh, "I want to ruin you. Plain simple."

Fuck.

His lips brushed hers, enticing her with a smirk and his playful azuls, "Consider it a lesson to be taught."

Before she could retort, his lips shut her up. Her moan went muffled, her hands cradling his cheeks to pull him close. He brought his thigh in between her legs to give her what she wanted, groaning against her addicting lips. The friction was not enough to get her to that delicious edge but it got her halfway and chained her there. 

Tantalising her. 

Leon's laugh rumbled through his chest and he pulled away from the kiss. He whispered gravely, his hand reaching down to her hip and dragging it up, "Needy?"

A shaky gasp came from her, making his grin widen, half-lidded eyes gazing down at her swollen red lips. The rough fabric of his jeans felt so fucking good, it was about to blow her mind and send her reeling.

If she could just focus on the feeling of her throbbing clit rubbing up and down, if she could focus on the mild tensing of his thigh whenever he'd hear her moan – she'd get there.

Just a few more, oh God it was so so close. just one–

He pushed her down to the bed when he noticed her breathing growing laboured, clicking his tongue, "Not yet, sweetheart."

With another whine at the loss, she grasped his wrist with a pleading look on her face.

"Please. Just..." She heaved, big eyes staring up at him, "Let me..."

"I don't think so." Leon let out a faint huff, switching her grasp so it was him holding onto her wrist.

He led her hand to his bulge, dropping his tone to a murmur, "Do you feel it; how goddamn wired up you make me?"

He was hard. 

It was a surprise he hadn't burst through his jeans yet. She let her hand take a mind of its own, palming him through his jeans. Maybe, she hoped, it'd make him have a little mercy on her body. 

Leon breathed out a groan, shutting his eyes for a moment at her rubbing his clothed cock. With the jeans holding him back, the pleasure was so little but he could still feel it. 

"You want this, don't you?" Leon asked airly, staring intensely through his fringes and grounding onto her hand whilst keeping it there, "You want me to pin you down and fuck you, huh? Give it to you and make you beg me for more?"

Her face had gotten redder and her pussy fluttered at his dirty words. Two orgasms denied from her were already making her go crazy with need. 

"Yes, yes, please." She nodded profusely, "I'll do anything."

A smirk came to his face as he leaned forward, grabbing the side of her face to pull her close enough to brush his lips against hers and he halted her hand on his crotch. Her chest was already rising and lowering rapidly at the anticipation, her heart rattling in its cage.

"Better show me you deserve it then."

Oh, that she can do.

Leon went back to stand on the ground, unbuckling his belt and pushing the zipper down. She propped herself onto her elbows to watch, thighs rubbing impatiently. He sure did love to take his time.

In one action, he took off his jeans along with his boxer briefs and kicked them off. Her wide eyes froze at the sight of his painfully erect cock, seemingly visibly heavy with need. The blunt tip was an angry red, leading down to poking veins with neatly trimmed hair crowning the art masterpiece. 

Leon caught her eyes ogling him, feeling pride stirring up within him. He was confident about his size, knowing how dick thirsty she'd get for him. 

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." He winked at her, taking off his last glove and tossing it to the ground. 

No comeback came to her head, already drowsy and a little too horny to think coherently.

She swallowed thickly when he got onto the bed, hovering over her with his hands next to her form. His head tilted down to connect their lips deeply, already involving tongue. A moan from her merged with his, feeling his dick brush her inner thighs. If she could just lower herself down enough, she'd brush his needy cunt over it.

Before she could reach down to usher him in, Leon slipped an arm under her waist and switched their positions so she was on top.

It surprised her enough to pull away from the kiss, blinking as she was puzzled. Her husband only smiled, rubbing her hip and the other on her cheek. 

He brushed her wet bottom lip with the pad of his thumb, muttering lowly, "You know what to do."

Consider her heart a rave concert at this point. 

Her mouth felt more watery than usual and she looked down between them to find his cock standing tall and proud. Just like he adored using her thighs as earmuffs, she lovedloved having his bigbig dick in her mouth where she'd be able to hear all those pretty boy sounds he makes.

So Ah went to move down but he held her arm, stopping her. 

"Ass to me." Leon pointed out with a darkened gaze.

Now, that was new.

Her cunt heated up at this as she shyly settled her legs by his side, dripping with need. She could've sworn she felt a drop of her arousal rolling down her inner thighs. She turned around just like he said so she was facing his cock, sitting down on her hunches

Man, was he so beautiful.

Leon was never shy about his sounds in bed and she adored that about him. Whether it’d be her touching him or him fucking her to oblivion, his lips would always be parted for his pretty boy moans. Praise after praise would spill like a mantra as he’d rock his hips to hers. 

To say she was getting excited to hear him once again was an underestimation.

Leon let out a hiss at the feeling of her cold hand wrapping around him almost curiously, her other hand trailing down to his sack. She was slow as if reminiscing all the times she had him in her hands. Her doe cinnamon eyes were left unblinking, watching the way his cock twitched when she swiped the tip with her thumb. 

It was his fault for ever forgetting about this little erotic tendency of hers. She’d always start out slow as she’d stroke him slowly with an occasional gentle squeeze here and there just to keep him on edge. While on any other day, he’d indulge her, Leon really needed her mouth wrapped around him. 

He couldn’t hold back a hummed sigh, brows furrowing for a second with his eyes inching to a close despite wanting to watch her.

“Shit…” Leon cursed breathily, cringing involuntarily at how easily she got him worked up so early, “You gonna keep doin’ that?”

So Ah looked at him innocently, despite not being as such currently, “Doing what?”

He nodded at her steady hands, azuls sharp behind his fringes, “Taking your time.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” She smiled apologetically, returning her eyes back to his dick, “It’s been so long.”

“Don’t make it longer.”

The authoritative tone in his voice sent shivers down her body and straight to her aching pussy. She bit the inside of her lip when she felt his hand caress the small of her back and even go lower to the curvature of her ass. 

“I can’t help it,” She shrugged slightly, giving him a side glance, “You’re so pretty.”

His cock twitched on its own at the compliment and he deeply hoped she didn’t notice – but she did. A little smile made its way to her lips as she got to work. As she rubbed his heavy cock up and down, a groan came from the man behind her and she saw the way his hips would grind up subtly into her hand.

He was always putty in her hands no matter how prominent his ‘my dick big’ dominant vibes were. Those same hands were jerking him off, taking her own sweet time. Her other hand dipped down to his sack, cradling and swiping her thumb over them. The one on him was more focused on his tip, paying special attention to those two spots as she knew that was where he was most sensitive.

Leon’s eyes fluttered shut and his head fell back to the pile of pillows, panting heavily with her touches. A faint squelching sound along with a rubbing one started becoming audible, indicating the presence of his precum and her excitement showing by speeding up slightly.

Her cinnamons glinted at the barely clear wetness emitting from the tip. She twisted her hand over it and then lathered it up and down his cock, earning a grunt when she squeezed him for more.

His body listened to her, letting her play it like her own keyboard. More precum dripped from him and she repeated her gesture by scooping it up and wiping it all over his cock and balls.

Leon breathed heavily, glaring down at her hands and he shifted a bit to lean his back partially against the headboard. So Ah was too distracted, fondling his sack gently with his glistening fingers. His cock had grown harder if possible, absolutely painful, in her hands.

So Ah froze at his hand trailing up her spine from over her shirt till he reached the back of her neck. His fingers threaded through her hair and he gripped a handful, tugging her to look at him. Consequently, her hands stilled their ministrations.

That single tug might as well would've made her cum on the spot.

A dangerous look was in his lustful blown eyes, lips were swollen from his failed attempts at keeping his moans at bay. Leon gave her an intense look.

"Stop the fucking teasing and get. To. It." Leon hissed out, clearly sexually frustrated.

Instead of releasing her hair, he loosened it a little as she moved away from her hunches so she was on her knees. She set one hand on his thigh for balance, darting her tongue out to wet her lips. An involuntarily soft sigh from her wafted down his angry red tip, making his thighs tense up for a split second.

Parting her lips open, she started out with slow kitten licks as if testing the waters. Leon bit his bottom lip hard, waiting impatiently for her to take him in already.  Her other hand was at the base of his cock, thumbing the thick veins at the sides as she pumped him gently.

"So Ah," Leon breathed out, tilting his head to the side to watch her, "Don't make me beg for this – God knows I would."

She stopped but didn't look at him, keeping her hand busy. He was pissed off – that she knew and was well aware of. Something in her told her he was holding back, which in return, made her quite angry with him.

She deserved to be yelled at. Hell, if Arias or – God forbid – Simmons were still throwing a rampage, she’d be more than willing to jump the gun and let her body take all the hits to shut the guilty voice up. It wasn’t the most healthy, but what else could she do after everything she had done to him?

He saved her in so many ways and never asked for anything in return but her trust in him. The tracker didn’t allow her. Whilst she adored every side of him like art, right now she preferred his rough side. She was more than desperate to have every nerve in her body renewed.

And if having him fucking her ruthlessly with little to no mercy was it, to silence her mean inner voice, then–

A stubborn tone was in her voice.

"And you call me needy..."

Leon went silent at her comment, red rushing up his neck and to his ears. That dominant demeanour was returning, exploding in his veins like a volcano. He did want to be gentle with her and deny her any orgasm till she was begging for him instead. Sure, it may not be the most loving thing because of the edging but he was still going to be tender with her. 

Just like that, his underlying outrage returned.

Leon twirled her hair around his hand as if holding up a messy bun and she gasped at the sudden roughness. 

"Leon!" Her hand shot up to his wrist, shocked as she tried to look at him.

A grin was on his lips, "Open wide."

Her next hitched-up breath ended up stuck in her throat when Leon pushed her down to his awaiting dick. So Ah drawled out a hum, holding back the twitch at the corner of her lips at the fact she pushed the right button – and maybe other buttons she shouldn't have touched.

At first, she had to find her own pace as she sucked him off, using her tongue to trace the protruding veins under his skin. 

"Fuck yeah, that's it..." Leon tipped his head back with a groan as he would gently push her down more to take another inch of him, "Keep suckin' me off, baby."

Her eyes squeezed shut, widening her mouth to sink his dick into her more. The warmth and wetness of her mouth were heavenly, making his hips begin to thrust up to meet her pursed lips. She brought her hand to stroke the parts she can't reach, hollowing her cheeks occasionally to send his thighs twitching and toes curling over the bed sheets.

"Shit…" Leon panted through parted lips, trailing his eyes to her glistening cunt and then back at her as if contemplating something.

It wasn't like he needed much to contemplate. Leaning to the side in the direction of her hips a little, he used his free hand to trail up her inner thighs. With just his index and middle digits, he rubbed firm circular motions on her clit.

Her eyes snapped open at this, her whine sending delicious vibrations down his dick. He moaned in return but didn't stop flicking her pearl. With all the saliva and drool, his cock barely brushed the back of her throat and it earned a hiss from him.

"Hands off, baby," Leon ordered lowly, breathing heavily, oozing with desire, "Let me fuck that sweet mouth of yours."

Like a trained puppy, she released him and settled her hand cradling his sack, mewling helplessly at his ministrations on her pussy. His grip changed a bit on her hair so his palm was flat on her head to keep her in place. He propped up his leg, pressing his foot flat on the mattress to give him some sort of leverage.

Then he started thrusting up into her mouth, steadily and deeply. He grunted through gritted teeth at the sounds she was making and the vibrations surrounding his cock. The pleasure was beginning to form a tight knot, sliding his two fingers into her moist cunt and pumping in and out deeply.

Her legs kicked at the bed, squealing at the audible sloppy noises. Leon didn't stop his thrusting, hissing as he shoved his cock deeper into her mouth. Her gag reflex was instantly tested, the blunt tip hitting the back of her throat repeatedly. 

Tears sprung to the corner of her eyes as her saliva coated his bigbig dick thickly, rolling and dripping down his length and to his sack. She used it as lubrication, squeezing and stroking his heavy balls with both cupped hands. Keeping in mind to breathe through her nose, she could only manage a sniffle, her mewls coming out choppy with each thrust.

"F–fuck, son of a bi–tch," Leon cursed hoarsely, his breath labouring at the upcoming orgasm, "Goddamn you're so fucking perfect."

Her walls squeezed around his fingers, indicating her release coming to a close as she whimpered around his throbbing cock. The squelching noise was louder than ever along with her muffled sounds. 

His hips snapped up and at the same time, her head was pushed down, making her eyes shut tightly at the feeling of his fingernails scratching her scalp when his hand tightened around her dark auburn locks.

A loud groan escaped through his lips as the white-hot pleasure washed over him. His head tipped back, eyes rolling to the back of his skull as he came. His cum spurted out thickly into her mouth and the back of her throat, nearly choking her at the exploding orgasm that she forced herself to swallow. 

The hand fucking her cunt stopped to grip the back of her thigh, letting the climax send a lingering tingling sensation down every part of his body.

So Ah whined at the loss of her own orgasm once again and the grip on her hair was released. She inhaled sharply once she removed him from her mouth, wheezing audibly as she coughed. Swallowing thickly, she could only taste him on her tongue – and that made her core quiver.

Her forehead dropped to his thigh to catch her breath and she reached up to rub the back of her neck. Using her other free hand, she stroked his semi-hard cock to ease him down his high, more of his cum seeping from the tip of his saliva-coated dick.

She peered at Leon to see how he was doing, finding him still breathing heavily with an arm over his head. Her arousal was on his fingers, making his skin glimmer. His other hand was loose, barely caressing the roots of her hair at her nape. 

“Leon…” Her whisper came out a bit weak, clearing her throat and wiping her mouth and chin with the back of her hand.

Leon peeled his eyes open slightly, staring at the ceiling almost blankly – she just didn’t know what he was thinking about. His blueblue eyes darted down to her, noticing the traces of his cum in the corners of her lips that she licked. 

His tongue mimicked her subconsciously. Maybe it was just envy but he could taste the lingering wetness of her on his tongue – and he wanted her again. 

“Get over here.” Leon tugged on her leg, cutting off her gasp when she almost fell at his gesture, “Need to taste you.”

Her legs were now on either side of his head and she stared wide-eyed ahead of her, her messy hair now free to cascade over her shoulders with the curtain bangs dangling in front of her.

Her hands gripped the bed sheets, shuddering at his hot breath hitting her soaking cunt. He wouldn’t…

“Again?” She asked, voice coming out squeaky in surprise when he tugged her close, licking a long bold swipe, “Oh, shit~!”

From the constant edging, her clit was practically throbbing with need. A single touch would make her thighs clamp shut at the sensitivity. Right now, she was at the mercy of Leon fucking Kennedy – the man who’s been holding back everything and waiting for a moment like this to release some steam. 

While she didn’t know exactly what would trigger rough and angry sex or sensual and passionate sex, her husband knew precisely which buttons to push to make her legs tremble and her orgasm linger for days. 

The pathogen in her had no chance against him when it comes to feelings and sensations.

She could only try and beg. At least she was actively trying to get him to cut her some slack. After ten months, she had a storm coming.

His tongue flattened against her, swiping it from her clit to her entrance. The pleasure caused her to squirm with a whimper and he held her hips in place by wrapping his arms around her and pulling her a lot closer to him.

The sounds he made were audible as fuck – from the sloppy slurping noise to his hungry groans, it was sending her mind reeling. With each whine from her, she noticed through sliver-opened eyes his dick twitching subtly. 

Jesus Christ, his stamina was something else.

Leon swirled the tip of his tongue all around, under, and in for her sweet juices, humming as he suckled on her swollen clit. He twirled his tongue right at that sensitive spot under her pearl, lovingly assaulting it directly.

"Leon, ah!" She yelped, the shocks of the sensation sending her arching her back. 

Her hands moved to settle on his knees, head tilted down in a feeble attempt to not get too loud. Her bottom lip might as well start bleeding at this point.

She was keeping in mind the other people in the hotel – Leon, not so much.

Leon stopped briefly, faintly nudging her clit with the tip of his nose, muttering heavily, "Fuck, you taste so good… Could do this all night," 

As much as she loved the idea, she knew she’d be overwhelmed.

His lips latched onto her, ravishing her clit – like it was his own depiction of The Last Supper. His fingers dug into her flesh with a drawled groan. The more he ate her out, the wetter she got. The wetter, the sweetest. 

Tears brimmed in the corner of her eyes at the immense pleasure, unable to stop her hips from rocking into his mouth for more. Maybe this was it. The hot shower of her high was awaiting her fall, so she'd crumble and gush, and cum more, and more, and more till her whole body was shaking. 

He already denied her of the other two, with the third being not on purpose; the fourth one’s a charm. 

It had to be.

Wanting to return the favour, her petite fingers wrapped around his half-erection, stroking him steadily. His lips released her with a hitched gasp at the unexpected touch. His sensitivity was still at the edge, earning a grunt and a twitch of his hips from him.

"God– leave it, So Ah.” Leon reminded, his lips brushing her heated pussy with every word, “This is about you,"

The Han girl tried to look at him but couldn't, "But–"

"I said leave it, sweetheart." 

Her hand quickly shot to his raising knees with a soft gasp for balance and his hold on her changed so he was grasping her hips. Partially hovering over his face, embarrassment made her turn redder at the position. 

Almost seven years of knowing each other, dated for four, engaged for two, and married for nearly a year; So Ah never rode his face.

Like it was said before, she was completely and utterly under his mercy.

Her lips parted for her faint wheezes, trying her hardest to stay quiet when he returned to the task at tongue hand. 

Steadily, Leon firmed up his tongue into her pussy, his slimy muscle rubbing her walls. Her hips stuttered at this, mewling into the thick hot atmosphere. Her nails dug into his knees but he didn't flinch or anything, tugging her closer so her pussy was mush against his skilful mouth.

This had to be it, she thought, this had to be the one where he lets her cum. It was right at the tip of her tongue, she could taste it.

Leon ravished that sensitive bundle of nerves with the ridge of his tongue, ears perking up on her labouring moans. He pursed his lips around her clit, giving it one final suck before stopping everything.

"No! I was so close! Please!" So Ah cried out, shaking her head profusely at the denial of losing yet another climax and she tried to grind on him for that last friction that would tip her over.

Leon wouldn't let her budge, tightening his grip on her hips. She could hear the smirk on his shining lips.

"You wanna cum that bad for me, baby?" He teased, perceptive eyes watching the way her walls clenched around nothing.

"Yes, yes!" She nodded, panting, "Please, just–just – touch me again, please, Leon.”

Blood rushed down to the spot between his legs – he got her begging, so scratch that off his list. How far was she willing to go before she would snap into tears for him?

And how amazing would she feel wrapped around him right now?

Leon lowered his legs so his feet were set on the ground, and she whimpered, staying silent to hear absolutely anything he was going to say. The moment was making her skin grow hot and sticky, urging her to take off her shirt once and for all tonight. 

But Leon didn't want that yet – he didn't even take off his long-sleeved shirt either. 

The tips of her fingers were practically itching to rip it off of him so she'd feel those sculpted lines of muscle under his searingly hot skin. Whatever was left of her coherent thinking wondered if he too was hiding something under his shirt that he didn't want her to see yet.

"If you wanna cum so badly," Leon proposed, gently patting her hips forward to where his cock stood tall and proud with all its glory, "Then you gotta work for it."

Heart eyes would've formed her dilated pupils at the mouth-watering offer. Her husband held back a snicker when she crawled lower – he was aware of one thing.

"Don't turn around."

He knew she always preferred to orgasm whilst facing him.

Her eyes widened at this condition, biting her bottom lip to hold back any reply. She didn't want to push her luck. 

Positioning herself so her legs straddled him, she gently ushered the blunt tip to her dripping cunt. She took a deep breath, earning a subtle smile from him that she missed.

Tenderly rubbing her throbbing pearl over him, she slowly sunk him in, forcing a whine of relief from her and a drawled groan of satisfaction from Leon. His hands settled on her hips, guiding her as she took half of him. 

The long-missed stretch was delightful, filling her up in all the right ways. She didn't even move yet, relishing in the sensation of finally having his bigbig dick in her. She daydreamed about this for weeks with nothing to fulfil it other than her fingers and her imagination.

But finally, after months, the girl was dumb fucked and she didn't even cum yet.

She held his thighs, inhaling shakily with his heavy dick rubbing and sliding against her walls as she raised her hips up, and then she lowered herself back down with a moan.

The crease between his brows tightened, exhaling heavily through his nose, "Damn, almost forgot how fucking amazing you feel around me,"

Bubbles of pleasure shot through her like waves at the sensation of his dick thrusting into her so deeply. It all was overwhelmingly perfect, her pussy clinging around him as if finally itching that neediness and fantasies of ten months.

As for Leon, his pupil-blown lustful eyes observed his sweetheart intently like a predator to his prey. Her ass jiggled faintly with each slow and deep thrust, and he could peek at the way his dick slid in and out smoothly of her sweetsweet cunt. 

The fact she was still in her white ruffled socks added more to her adorably horny side. 

"Fuck yes, yes, yes~" So Ah panted, head tilted back with her audible moans as she fucked herself on him, "God… 's so good."

Swallowing thickly, Leon licked his lips, exhaling a groan with each thrust. His head went back against the pillow with a louder groan, gripping her hips too tightly that they would form bruises later on. He guided her, rutting his hips up to meet hers, gritting his teeth at her walls squeezing him. 

Karma wanted to hit him this time, the familiar knot tightening within him. It urged him to go harder and faster to chase it, but he held himself back. Her sounds and her cunt were making it very difficult, though. He snapped his attention back to the audible girl – the culprit of such feelings.

So Ah whimpered at him meeting her halfway, eyes fluttered shut blissfully. Her hips and knees were starting to ache, and usually, that was when Leon would take over – and she was right. 

Leon’s hands tightened their grasp on her hips, stilling her movements with a huff of air and a scrunch of his nose. His cock was deep enough to start throbbing impatiently, and he took the little time he had to regain his composure. She partially turned her head in his direction, doe eyes waiting for him.

“So desperate to cum, huh?” He teased breathily, feeling her gummy walls flutter around him at his words, and he smirked, trailing his eyes up to hers, “Let me help.”

Leaning back whilst inhaling shakily, So Ah set her hands on the sides of his abdomen for balance and brought her feet up on his upper knees. Leon grounded up experimentally, earning a moan from her. 

The bed creaked but helped with the bounce when Leon fucked her from beneath. The sloppy noises were faint but still there. There was barely any room between their hips, causing each thrust to sink deeper and deeper, and she felt him in her throat. 

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Leon asked, muffling his groans as he stared down at where they were connected. 

“Mhm~!” She managed to hum, head tilting back as she panted, reaching for her aching clit. 

She tried to mimic the usual traces Leon would always follow, rubbing her clit in small circles. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head at the combination of his dick and her fingers. Her free hand clenched at his shirt riding up to reveal a glimpse of those tensing washboard abs. 

She was so close yet so far, staring up at the ceiling in a daze – but she didn’t tell him this time. God forbid he denies her of this one too. It was a powerful one, and she fucking wanted it. Her heart rattled against her ribs as if attempting the thrusts he was sending. 

“Leon, I need – let me see you, please~”

But unfortunately, she could never truly hide anything from him. Especially when he was five inches deep in her with two more to spare.

“C’mere, then.”

So Ah’s eyes widened with a gasp when Leon leaned up, tugging her down by the throat to his chest. Her feet slipped, dangling off the edge of the bed. Their noses brushed against one another, her breaths mingling with his. 

Leon’s eyes had such a mischievous glint to them, making them appear absolutely breathtaking. The fringes of his bangs were damp, some sticking to his forehead. His hips didn’t stop, pounding into her like an animal in heat. 

A subtle grin was on his face, trailing his half-lidded eyes down to her parted lips, “You look so beautiful like this, baby.”

Leon kept his grip on her throat, using his other hand to caress her body beneath her shirt and giving her bosom a squeeze. He dragged his fingers down to her clit, rubbing her clit in firm vertical ovals; just the way she likes it. 

Her moan hitched up in her throat, nearly choking, "Sh – God!"

Her hand shot down to grip his wrist and the other held onto his arm for leverage. Her bosoms bounced with each thrust, sending her body reeling with the overwhelming feeling of her pearl being played with and his cock fucking her just right.

That audible moist slapping noise became more apparent as his cock throttled into her mercilessly. With each thrust, her breath was knocked out of her lungs; and with each flick on her sensitive clit, her orgasm was nearing dangerously close. His groans next to her ear were enticing her even more.

"You wanna cum, baby?" Leon muttered lowly in her ear, "Wanna make a mess while I fuck you nonstop?"

Her squeal came out loud, pair of cinnamons starting to sting at the immense pleasure, "Yes!"

As if reaching his limits, Leon propped up his foot at the edge of the bed, having her thigh over his to spread her legs wide. Consequently, his thrusts turned into deep and rough pounding. Shrieking at this, So Ah lost all control of her sounds – the fact there were more people in the other rooms was just a hoax at this point. 

Leon released her clit to wrap his arms around her waist to keep her in place, hissing as he fucked into her till her sounds started going high-pitched and laboured. The bed let out a dull creak, shifting from its spot at the couple having at it. His hips bruised hers from behind and she didn't mind it one bit. 

Leon didn't stop, sending harsh thrusts at a hard and fast pace. The pleasure sent warmth through her stomach and chest, coiling around her spine to tug her closer and closer to the edge she craved the most. It hummed within her bones and – oh, fuck she was gonna, oh god, she–

Leon pulled out before she can find the relief she wanted, leaving her empty cunt clenching and contracting around nothing as her legs trembled at the hotness in her veins dissipating uncomfortably.

"Oh, no you don't." Leon chastised with that insufferable smirk of his.

"God fucking damn it, no!" So Ah basically cried, tears rolling down the corner of her cheeks, as she heaved and desperately attempted to move her pinned hips but to no avail. 

"Come on, please!"

Leon shut his eyes for a moment, his Adam's apple bopping when he gulped and he regained that infuriating control of his. He held her body down on himself, biting back a snicker at her needy writhings.

She didn't even care how pathetic she sounded anymore, her hand clawing at the sheets with a faint sob. His dark chuckle reverberated through his chest and to her back. He was absolutely insane with that self-control. 

All her attempts were for nothing as Leon didn't do anything, letting her orgasm slip away till she was back to square one.

Again.

It felt like torture and she thought she was actually going to start sobbing.

The hand on her throat tilted her face to him, lips barely brushing hers before he craned his neck to kiss her heavily. Her keens went muffled, sniffling once as his hand trailed up to the side of her face, pulling her closer to the sensual liplock. His tongue massaged hers, humming a moan before he pulled away.

His pupils were blown intensely, nearly swallowing his bright irises when he opened his eyes. Her lips trembled, swollen and red.

"Just let me cum, please." She whispered, caressing his arm tenderly, "I want it."

She felt his hand roam her body before slipping under her shirt to reach for her boob, kneading it mindlessly. 

She couldn't read his eyes, not after he fucked the coherent thoughts out of her head and denied her all the orgasms she could've had. She didn't know what he was thinking, craving only one thing that was clouding her sense of taste, hearing, sight, touch and smell; the need to cum.

"It must hurt," Leon murmured, gently thumbing her nipple, "Having the one thing you want be taken away from you just like that."

Through a haze, she asked softly and confused, "... What?"

Right.

It might've slipped her mind around the second or fourth time he pulled out before she tipped over the edge. The argument before this was extremely faint in her memory. Her body only wanted one thing, nearly causing her muscles to ache at the loss. 

The world around her spun and she found her chest pressed against the mattress. Her curtain bangs dangled in front of her face, blinking at the sudden change of position. She propped herself on her elbows to try and look at him from over her shoulder but a sudden thrust shot her body forward on the bed with a sharp gasp.

Leon had his foot pressed to the ground to be able to fuck into her ruthlessly with long but deep thrusts. He'd pull out slow but snap in rough. His hands gripped her waist hard, shifting a bit before repeating the same movement, his hand now going to her shoulder for more leverage.

"I said," Leon started with a snarl, fucking her once. 

"It must fucking hurt." 

Again.

"To have the one thing you want." 

Again

"Be taken away just like that." 

Again.

Each snap of his hips forced a shriek from her, digging and dragging her nails into the bed sheets that she was close to ripping them. He was mad – and it showed. It was breaking through more and more, subtly appearing in his actions.

"Ten months of searching for you… Damn it, I thought I lost you." Leon continued, fucking her at a brutal pace that made her see stars and her back arched, her hand attempting to reach his hip.

He pushed her back down, not once slowing down his thrusts, and he scolded, "You don't get to cum after everything that happened. It's so fucking pathetic."

So Ah couldn't speak, whining like a porn star shamelessly. She couldn't even focus on anything but his hips and vaguely his words – yet, she still tried to listen. 

"God, you drive me crazy," He breathed heavily, leaning down to wrap his arm around her shoulders and holding her there as he sunk himself in to the hilt, confessing in her ear so the world wouldn't hear, "So goddamn insane."

Leon fucked her roughly as he bit back a curse at the skin slapping skin. His hold on her kept her in place so she wouldn't lurch over because of his merciless hips. His balls were heavy with the need to cum, mimicking his painfully hard cock.

"Ah! God, Leon–ah!" So Ah yelped, teary eyes barely open as she took in every inch of him with greed. 

“Fuck – ngh~" Leon groaned, tipping his head down at her snug walls squeezing around his cock, "So fuckin’ tight for me – so perfect~"

Her legs kicked the bed with a squeak when he brushed that sensitive spot in her. Leon nearly crumbled at the feeling, stilling himself deepdeep into her when her gummy muscles contracted around him. He stared down at where they were connected, biting his bottom lip to control himself from sending her over the edge and even further.

A sob racked through her chest, tumbling down with a whimper when he stopped. 

She was going to die. Leon was going to keep denying her any orgasm till her body gives out and her soul gets sent to Heaven – or Hell. This was definitely hell and not a hotel room where she was going to make amends. Her punishment was eternal edging by an epitome of a Greek God who knew her body like the back of his hand.

"미안해, 정말 미안해." Her mother tongue took over in sheer despair.

Leon's eyes snapped up to her, finding her hand on the back of her neck and her face pressed down to her bent arm to muffle her hiccups. This was her utter raw self, having her walls gone to dust. 

She was apologizing.

She believed she understood it now. Leon was dragged along by a woman in red in his first few years in this hellish world where the undead still roam. He had his own shell where he couldn't truly trust anyone with his heart. 

What else would one expect after being only a sum in an equation but never a human with emotions in one's life?

Just when he let his guard down completely, married the Han girl after several years and allowed her into his life, she dipped on him like how a certain lady in the red dress would always do. 

No note. 

No warning. 

No nothing.

Just a vague call that ended abruptly.

Him wanting her to beg desperately for him was merely a way to convince himself that he was still wanted by her. He was dragging this out longer and longer, making it excruciatingly painful to resist and withholding her orgasm till she was shamelessly begging for him and making her throat hoarse with each cry burning and scratching her.

Stripping her down from all the anxious rambles and overthinking, down to her most vulnerable self where only basic wants and needs existed – and she'd need him. 

No lies or secrets. 

Only the complete and pure truth.

"I should've told you, it's true," She whispered, voice coming out soft and croaked, "I should've told you everything. I didn't and I left you in the dark and I'm sorry."

"I believed I was doing it for us, but turns out I was only being selfish," Her shoulders shook when she took a shuddering breath, "They took my sister, my life and they almost took you too. I don't regret what I did. I still think those men deserve worse – but..."

Her fingers trembled over the nape of her neck, whimpering, "I want it all to stop."

His gaze softened at her confession, lips parting silently.

"I want to go back to you, even if it means dealing with those check-ups again, I don't care as long as I get to come home to you." She wept quietly, "That's all I want, Leon. And I’m really so sorry."

Leon narrowed his eyes a tick, pressing his lips into a thin line. His nostrils flared, the ache in his heart growing more prominent by the second. The pain tugged at his heartstrings like a harp, sending a harsh chord with each strum. His fingertips itched at the undeniable urge, his sharpsharp eyes darting down to her shirt. 

It had risen up to her waist, revealing glimpses of the darkened veins fading under her skin. 

Those God-forsaken governors with their high noses. No matter how many outbreaks seem to happen, the root of them all would always be some corrupted politician. It didn’t surprise him, but it killed him on the inside when the girl he swore to protect had been a victim since that family doctor first laid his eyes on her. 

She never had the chance to make her own decisions when it came to her well-being. She truly believed every horrible thing that had been happening to her family was because of her. She went ahead and joined the government after releasing a statement that the vaccine came from her, hoping the people would stop bashing her parents and siblings. 

Yet the moment the BSAA had taken her in, those sick scientists drilled a tracker into the top of her spine. They knew what they were doing. That was one if not, the most sensitive spot in the human body. Damage that, your whole body would suffer the consequences. 

And she willingly hid that part from him – to keep him safe. It infuriated him. He thought he had everything under his wing and observant eyes, but she had been suffering for years in plain sight. 

Even Helena Harper at the DSO brought it up – the fatigue So Ah was enduring.

The Han girl only chalked it off with a giggle, telling her that training was a little too harsh.

Leon really believed his wife could handle her own. She had such a delicate personality but knew when to be assertive and strong when need be. He had seen how she was during the early hours of the H-Outbreak, swinging that axe of hers and acting on gut feeling. In the final battle with her mutated doctor, she was more than willing to sacrifice herself to save everyone from the outbreak. 

She had a big heart – and those fuckers took advantage of it.

His breathing went heavier, sucking in air shakily as he tried to keep his frustration in check. The girl he was infatuated with needed him in more ways than one. For once in those six years of serving the government, she was asking for help – and it all starts with that goddamn chip in her spine.

Peeling off his shirt and flinging it aside when his veins had grown hot at his anger, Leon grabbed the hems of her shirt. So Ah’s breath hitched at how frantic he was at tugging her shirt off whilst slipping himself out of her, leaving her completely and utterly bare beneath him. 

Leon was right. 

The bruise was spreading. 

His intent azures stared down at her back, brushing her hair over her shoulder and holding her there. His thumb barely caressed her, his whole attention on the discolouration of her back. 

The virus had accumulated more at the top of her spine, vaguely shaping the test-tube-shaped microchip. Like the roots of a tree, the dark purplish hue had tainted her nerves as if coating her nervous system like a forbidden painter. It was concentrated more along her spine, contouring and bringing out the bumps on her bone. 

Without thinking too much, he traced the painful galaxies with such gentle touches. As if sensing his presence, the pathogen pulsated beneath his fingertips. 

So Ah held her breath, muffling her hiccups as her eyes stayed unblinking. His silence was nerve-wracking. What didn’t help was the fact his cock was still pressed up against her ass. As much as she needed to hit her climax, she had to be patient – but for how long?

Leon grasped her hip to lift it up from the bed and he brought his other hand to reach in between them. He positioned himself just right before sliding his cock into her needy cunt; slowly. It pushed a whine from her at the sensitivity, her walls practically weeping around him.

His breath came out low and heavy, the mattress sinking deeper when he got on the bed. He brought his body down so he was perched up on his elbows, towering over her form completely. His weight pressed on her felt suffocating in such a mouth-watering way, caging her between him and the bed.

There was something powerfully erotic about feeling the whole force of his sculpted bare body as his dick was deepdeep in her. The dominance and aggression of his whole demeanour were flinging her into an even deeper state of submission. His body felt searingly hot against her back, his breath next to her ear forcing goosebumps all over her body. 

“Leon…” So Ah whimpered and propped herself up on her elbows, unable to hold back her moan.

“I’m here, baby,” Leon muttered into the crook of her neck, one of his arms sliding under her torso and his other hand holding her wrist and pinning her there, and his lips brushed her skin, “I’m right here.”

He pulled out almost all the way and then sunk back in to the hilt, groaning. As he kept thrusting into her, his massive cock rubbed her walls firmly. The position provided them with a tighter and more snug intrusion, with stronger friction stimulating both of them just right. 

A certain thrust brushed past her sensitive spot, sending shivers down her legs and a hitched keen was pushed out of her lips. He was close in all the right areas, every nook and cranny of his God-crafted body and the valley of his muscles emitted fire within her lowest core. 

His throbbing cock was pistoning into all the perfect spots with each thrust. His hips were slow and sensual, taking his time to feel every inch of her. Her moans were constant with each roll of his hips, her eyes snapping open when he sped up. 

Leon panted into her neck, the skin slapping skin returning as he fucked her harder and harder. His wet lips peppered her neck and shoulder with kisses, bitting to form a hickey or two – a painless galaxy. Sloppy sounds became more audible as his cock slid in and out noisily. 

“God damn, it, mmh~,” Leon swore breathlessly into her skin with his stubble scratching her so good, and he tugged her closer to fuck her ruthlessly with little to no room for space or air.

As he pounded into her, a heavy sense bloomed in her chest, overwhelming her with prickling tears in the corner of her eyes. Her whines grew higher in pitch, the pleasure coiling a tighttight knot within her. Her legs felt completely numb, turned into jelly as he played her body like an instrument of his own making.

Her head tilted down with a whimper and through her walls of tears, she caught a glimpse of the ring on his finger. The wedding band matched hers. It sent her mind back to that special day when they spoke their vows and exchanged rings, whispering I do with such love in their eyes. 

That day was fresh in her head, and she remembered every single hour of her happiest days. 

The vow was forever tattooed in her memory; we’re in this together, because I’m with you through thick and thin even when the whole world’s falling apart. I will love you every hour of the day and night – and I won’t stop cherishing you. Never. And forever.

A lump hung stubbornly in her throat, straining her voice, “... Leon…”

Leon turned his head to her side as his pounding didn’t relent, mouth agape for his low and airly moans, “Yeah?”

“Please,” She wheezed in, trembling as she tilted her face up so the tip of her nose brushed against his jawline and used her free hand to cup his cheek gingerly.

She was close – soso close – to losing her bearings along with her control over her own body. 

Leon knew it too. He could feel her walls fluttering and squeezing him for more, bringing him a little too close to his own orgasm. His brows creased into a knot, muffling his groan as he lifted himself up onto his palms. Her hand trailed up his arm, unable to stop touching him. 

Using his arm around her waist, Leon flipped their position so she was laying on her back with her hips angled to his, him on his side partially. He held her leg up, hooking the back of her knee into the pit of his elbow and grasping her shoulder. His other arm was underneath her head, reaching for her hand out of habit. 

To keep herself holding onto him, she settled her hand onto the place between his shoulder and neck, hooded cinnamons watching the way his cock throttled into her mercilessly. With the close proximity, the pounding of his heart mimicked hers and she could hear every beat of it. 

Leon gritted his teeth at her pussy swallowing him audibly with each thrust, his fingers digging into her shoulder. It was as if the ten-month-long wait was building up to this very specific moment, and all the tension within this body was at an all-time high. 

His hungry sharp icy eyes were enveloped by his blown pupils, observing the way she took him in – all of him. 

So Ah’s head tipped back with a loud mewl, arching her back as she pushed her hips back for more, “Yes – oh, god~” 

Leon dove his girth in deeper, tugging her closer to give him the perfect position to fuck her pussy purposefully, not hiding his grunts and moans. A yelp died up in her throat, her nails digging into his nape. The subtle creaking of the bed only encouraged him to go harder, earning a chopped keen from her.

Tears rolled down the corner of her love-struck ambers, cheeks flushed as if permanently red. Her swollen and equally red lips were wet from her drool, not even attempting to keep her voice down anymore. 

The idea of getting a complaint was the last of their concern. 

Then her eyes trailed up to look at him – her saviour. His dark bangs dangled wetly on and about, barely hiding the other side of his face. His brows were furrowed, his nose scrunching up as his heavenly sounds left through his parted lips. Growls were emitting from him with each pulsing of his cock. 

His perceptive eyes could pick up on the visible bulge in her lower abdomen – and that broke the last thread of restraint.

Leon released her hand to wrap his arm over her torso, finding and stopping her bouncing breast within his grasp. Her whimpers and wheezes turned to shrieks and gasps when his cock slammed into her brutally. 

With her pathogen hindered by the tracker, she could feel his pain through his actions. His cock throbbed and twitched at the tightly building knot, making his hips go long and deep erratically. 

“제발, 제발, 제발, 제발, 제발,” So Ah muttered repeatedly, almost weeping as she couldn’t get enough of him. 

She was begging, please’s leaving her lips like a mantra. It was the only word she was capable of saying with her shattered rational thoughts. She couldn’t even fathom the idea of him denying her this one – she truly believed she’d die at this point if he edged her one last time.

 

The way he fucked her locked her muscles into a euphoric state and the reassuring heat of his skin made sure to set sparks into her spine – the one she actually enjoyed.

A pool of warmth was starting to spread within her abdomen and upwards, warning her of what was to come. As if out of habit, she snapped her doe eyes up at him, mewling his name and he looked down at her, his audibly panting mingling with hers. 

“멈추지마,” Her English tongue was thrown out of the window, completely dumb-fucked out of her mind – but he knew what she said. 

So, he didn’t stop. A sense of relief washed over her when he understood her; she’d make sure to thank her mother for coming up with the idea of teaching him a few words.

There was nothing left to say, not anymore. the Han girl – his Mrs Kennedy – clung onto him as her climax was approaching faster and tighter, intensifying by the second after being denied for so long.

She wanted to alert him, but couldn't. Her eyes widened as her gasps came out faint and pitched, "Oh God, oh God – ohgodohgod–" 

It was growing too much as he fucked her with such earnestness, black spots clouding her vision when her eyelids squeezed shut at the pleasure boiling every inch of her body. Her other leg bent up to the same level as her hooked one – and Leon never stopped, fucking her so deeply she felt him in her poor cervix.

Then it hit her like an oncoming train – and it was anew.

The hot white pleasure coated her completely and stars exploded into supernovas in front of her eyes, blindingly. The bliss pierced through her nerves and her spine, cracking at the tracker as if mimicking its own sharp buzzes. Her back arched once her vocal cords had caught up with the situation, moaning helplessly as she came – and she came hard.

Her cum gushed out at his unrelenting pounding and it was never-ending. She didn't know how long a climax could last or if she was experiencing another one, but it was utterly intense that she could feel her nerves trembling at the searing pleasure.

"Oh, fuck, you're getting tigh– shit, baby–" Leon cursed hoarsely, fucking her through her orgasm. 

His breathing had gone laboured, panting quickly at the noisy moistness of her cum coating him and soaking the sheets. It ticked him over the edge.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head, shoving himself deepdeep inside of her as his cum shot out thickly. His toes curled over the sheets, his whole body tensing for a split second when he pulled her even closer to him as if hanging onto reality. 

Despite hitting his orgasm, Leon resumed bucking into her, audibly snarling as she squeaked, clawing at the sheets. Her body convulsed at the tremendous sensation and Leon tightened his arms around her to keep her still. 

His cum spurted out from her aching pussy, overfilling her to the brim with its creamy texture. Tremors ran down her legs and spread out all over her body.

Oversensitivity hit Leon almost instantly, forcing a sharp hiss and his hips rutted to a halt, slipping his cum-dripping cock out of her equally cum-dripping cunt. His thighs were left shaking at his release, and he slowly released her leg to drape it over his hips comfortably.

The room had gone silent, the only sound filling it was their heavy breathing. Well, Leon was panting with faint exhausted growls laced with his tone – So Ah was most likely sobbing at finally getting that one thing she craved.

Her wet lashes tickled her lower ones as she tried to regulate her stuttering lungs, lolling her head to the side. Leon’s head dropped down till his lips brushed the crown of her head, taking in deep shuddering breaths. The pathogen along with the embedded chip was on fire, and she couldn't care less but about the lingering buzz of her cloud nine.

A warm big hand stroked her waist as her body lay limp to its loving ministrations. Leon gazed down at her, bringing his hand up to the side of her face. He cradled her cheek, gently pulling her towards him so he could see those eyes that he loved. They were half-lidded but she still looked back at him hazily, chest heaving.

"Breathe, So Ah," Leon murmured, the tips of his fingers pushing her sweaty bangs away from her face, "Breathe."

It was overwhelming. Utterly overwhelming. It was normal that she'd be unresponsive for a while, trying to comprehend the exploding scorching pleasure. Especially with how rough he was with her, testing her past her limits and even further. 

So Ah blinked slowly, seemingly coming to and it was like waking up in heaven with an angel looming over her. 

For a split moment, she thought that was where she was – in Heaven. 

She must've failed one of her missions fatally and made up this whole reconciliation where Leon still had her. She didn't want to get her hopes too high – her heartstrings would snap if this was all a dream.

A concerned look was on his face, etching in the way his brow curled in the middle when he noticed the way her eyes shone under the warm lights. Her shaking hand reached up, timid fingertips caressing the line of his stubble as if afraid he'd fade away like everything she ever held dear to her heart.

Leon watched as her cinnamons would dart to every feature on his face. Her voice came out so quietly, he almost didn't pick it up.

"Leon..." She whispered, lowering her eyes to his parted lips and then up at him, "Please, kiss me."

He didn't need to be told twice – leaning down to mould his lips with hers, taking her senses away with just a kiss. It was the last to seal the deal that this was real – she wasn't dreaming. It convinced her enough that she whimpered against the lip lock and he deepened it, nearly towering over her as he kissed her passionately.

Leon really knew how to make her feel so alive. It acted like a wake-up call after ten months of being one minute away from an anxiety attack – a breath of life. If this was what help was from the start, hidden from the world behind his wing and protection, then she would've told him everything.

But the fear of having him taken away from her was what sewed her mouth shut.

A soft pop emitted when Leon pulled away slightly, his perfect nose brushing hers. She was afraid to peel her eyes open; afraid to wake up and find herself in a dirty motel. 

"Open your eyes, baby," Leon murmured and she listened to him; though hesitant.

A smile itched the corner of his lips when she was finally back down from her high, tugging her close to plant a chaste peck on her forehead.

"I'm..." Her English came out a little thick and she cleared her throat, swallowing heavily, "I'm sorry, Leon. I shouldn't have left you..."

Leon looked down at her with such a tender glow in his azures, consoling her, "I know, sweetheart – I believe you."

She held back a hiccup, sniffling as she winced when she tried to move her lower body. The pathogen was clearly a lot slower and Leon glanced down, picking up on her hips twitching at the dull ache.

"Can we stay like this?" So Ah asked in a whisper, "Just a little longer?"

Leon smiled, "Of course."

#canon x oc #oc x canon #resident evil fanfiction #resident evil vendetta #leon s kennedy #resident evil #leon kennedy #resident evil fandom #leon kennedy imagines #leon kennedy fanfic #leon scott kennedy #leon scott kennedy smut #oc x leon kennedy

[mindless-self-pudding]

unforgettable

#resident evil self insert #resident evil oc #oc x canon #self insert x canon #oc x leon kennedy #my art #resident evil #this took me way longer than it should’ve smh

[saturncodedstarlette]

Y/N, trying to hype up Leon’s low self esteem : I’m serious! You look good, anybody would be lucky to have you, an—and you’re such a good person, like—

Leon, stares blankly at them : So date me.

Y/N, stunned :

Y/N : What?

Leon : So date me.

Y/N, slowly backing up : I mean. …..I’m not…..

Leon, suddenly beeline towards them : You said I’m a good person, so date me.

Y/N, suddenly the room feels hot : yeah but—

Leon, kabedon them to the wall : You said anybody would be lucky to have me, so be lucky.

Leon, tips their chin up to his hot stare : Date me.

[I just got this off from Pinterest 😅 idk who’s the og artist pls tell me if u do thx]

#Resident Evil #Resident Evil x reader #Resident Evil incorrect quotes #Resident Evil Leon #Leon S. Kennedy #Leon Kennedy #Leon S. Kennedy x reader #Leon S. Kennedy x you #Leon S. Kennedy x oc #Leon Kennedy x male reader #Leon Kennedy x fem reader #Leon Kennedy x gn reader #Leon Kennedy x reader #Leon Kennedy x you #Original : Unknown #There’s so many of these I’m not even sure which is the original owner #Resident Evil fluff #💙​pretty baby blues💙 #1k notes #2k notes #3k notes #4k notes

[larvamars]

malewife

#leon kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon s kennedy #oc #oc x canon #re vendetta #resident evil vendetta #resident evil #art #fan art #fanart #digital art #artwork

[agender-wolfie]

Guys. Stop tagging your OC stories as X reader. It’s hard to sift through and I don’t go to the x reader tag for OC’s I don’t care about .

#that tag is specifically for readers #not oc related #i mean ffs #not oc tag #not ocs #arthur morgan x reader #jacob seed x reader #far cry 5 #resident evil #leon kennedy x reader #jill valentine x reader #carlos oliveria x reader #albert wesker x reader #master chief x reader #halo #I don’t give a fuck about your ocs #levi ackerman x reader #erwin smith x reader #nicky valentino x reader #spn lucifer x reader #gabriel x reader #oc fanfiction #v x reader #dante x reader #vergil x reader #beelzebub x reader #benny lafitte x reader #reiner braun x reader #hange zoe x reader #crosshair x reader

[lumibuns-blog]

First time with Leon S. Kennedy<3

-just to be clear it's Leon's first time but not yours-

I'm back on my whiny sub Leon soapbox because he is perfect in every way🤞

It's not as if Leon hadn't wanted to do things with someone else, it's just his life hadn't really allowed it, between missions and saving the world, he hadn't found someone he was willing to share that moment with until he met you.

You made him feel things he hadn't felt before... a stirring heat that he at first didn't recognize but came to love. How looking at you, your curves, your face, the way his head began to spin when you bit your lips and sneaked a smirk at him, because you new how flustered it made him.

Actually you seemed to know everything about him, what made him loose his mind.

That's exactly what got him into this situation.

His hands ghosted over your ass, fingers just barely touching it through your silk dress. He was kneeling on his knees in front of you, his chin resting on your stomach so he was looking up at you, and that same devious smile that rested on your face.

He had been attempting to put his shoes on so you two could go for a night out, but seeing him in a loose button down shirt gave you other plans.

You moved your hand down to cup his cheek and stroke it the your thumb.

"What do you want" you asked simply

"Wha-what?" Leon breathed

"Do you want this?"

"I-I'm sorry I don't understand" Leon had an idea of what you were trying say and prayed to god that he was right.

"Do you want me?" You asked a final time

Leon's eyes widened and his breath hitched

"So bad" he replied breathlessly

"Good" you smirked turning away and causing him to stumble slightly

He looked up at you, eyes wide

"Well what are you waiting for?" You asked turning back around to face him

He immediately scrambled to his feet, kicking off the shoes he had been attempting to put on what felt like hours ago.

"Wait just a second" he began, standing behind you "I mean I think I know what you mean but it's just that Idon'twanttomakeyouuncomfortableor anythi-hmmpf!"

You cut his off by crashing your lips against his, locking your heels around his torso and grinding yourself against his noticeably hard cock, throwing your weight on him and causing him to stumble backwards and fall onto the couch.

"I though a special agent would be better with his balance" you teased

"I-I normally am it's just-ah! Fuuuck, y-you're hips..." he stammered

"I know handsome" you chuckled

You felt his cock twitch underneath you 'had such a light comment really turned him on?' You wonder

You slowly rolled you hips over his, grinding you bare cunt over his clothed tip, as you had forgone underwear underneath your dress.

"Ah! Mmh-" he stammered again

You began to slowly move off his lap,

"Wai-wait- n-need you- please" his choked out, unable to stand the sudden absence of pressure

"Be patient" you smiled, your voice like a song that made him loose all sense of reason

You slipped the straps of your dress off your shoulders and slowly let it fall to the floor, revealing you fully nude figure to him

There was moment of silence before

"Wow." Leon said breathlessly, his mouth wide

'This man look so serious but is acting like such a nerd' you giggled to yourself

"What's so funny" he questioned, unable to take his eyes from your tits

"Oh nothing" you sighed moving back to his lap

You hovered you hips over his not giving him the pressure he so obviously desired. You watched as he instinctively began to buck his hips upward, craving your touch.

You decided to give him what he wanted, dropping you hips down suddenly onto him.

"Oh sh-s-shit" he looked as if he was holding his breath before he let it out and his hips convulsed slightly underneath you.

"I didn't know you were so sensitive" you teased

"I'm not-it's just- it's y-you" he was so cute when he could barely get the words out

You suddenly grabbed his hand and cupped it around one of your breasts.

His breath hitched again, he seemingly froze, hand twitching and eyes locked onto your chest for several moments.

"Ya know you can-" you placed your hand back on his and guided him to gently squeeze you

His ruff hands felt nurturing yet strong, you couldn't help but slip out a small moan

His eyes immediately locked onto you face, eyes wide, as if he was in a trance, he immediately squeezed you again and moaned when you gave the same reaction.

Gaining sudden confidence he moved his mouth to your other fit and began to slowly lick around its center

"Fu-ck Leon what are you-doing" you asked, surprised he even knew what to do

He released your breast from his mouth to look up at you and breathlessly stammer "pl-please- I want to hear you- uh-moan like that a-again"

"Mmmhp" you hummed letting him get back to work and relish in all the noises you were making for a while before you shifted back removing him from his new found heaven, between you tits

"Nhmmmh" he whined at the loss of contact once again

"Be patient" you hushed once more moving your hands to fumble with the zipper of his dress pants

"Wha-what are you-?"

You cut him off "don't you want to fuck me?" You said promptly

He looked at you once more with those wide eyes "s-so soooo bad"

"Then get those pants off" you smirked

He immediately rushed to sink his pants down to his ankles taking his boxers with them and allowing his fully stiffened cock to spring free

He groaned as you looked at the precum beading from his head

You positioned yourself about him, hovering your cunt just above his tip

Leon looked up at you like you were god, at that moment, feeling you was all that mattered

You lowered yourself so his tip was barley coated in you slik

"Oh god- f- mrmpff- p- please" he cried, throwing his hands back into the top of the couch

"I'm not going to tell you again Leon, be patient" you smiled devilishly

"Y-yes- anything, I promise-just-just"

You suddenly dropped fully into him, breathing out a long moan as his size stretched you perfectly.

Leon threw his head back "ah-ah- oh fuck- you feel-" he could barely get the words out "fuck you're so w-warm- you're squeezing my cock- ah!" He yelped as you began to rock back and forth slowly

"P-please- just wait-" he breathed

"Is something wrong?" You asked concerned

"N-no it's just...you feel so, soooo good- I- I don't want to cum b-before you" he admitted, embarrassed "it's like- I mean - this is better- than ANYTHING" he grunted

"Oh Leon" you smiled leaning in close to his ear so your breath tickled at his neck "that's exactly what I want"

"Hah-ah fuck-" Leon started as you began to move your hips at an unrelenting pace

Relishing in the fact that he seemed to choke every time you arched your back.

You could feel his tip kissing your cervix every time you sunk back down onto his length, and your own release building up inside of you.

By the looks of it, Leon was lost in the pleasure, stringing together versions of your name and every curse word he could think of

"Pleasepleasepleasepleas--let me cum- ah- you feel- so fucking good- mmhh- squeezing me like that" he cried out

You leaned towards his ear once more, "I want you to cum baby, cum with me"

That's all it took,

"Ah-ah-ah cumming" he said as his hips faltered and he began to shoot rope after rope of his load into you.

Feeling his hot cum made pushed you over the edge, and you drenched his cock, causing his to lurch forward and wrap his arms around you to pull you against his bare chest.

You both sat there breathlessly, pressing against each other. After what was to Leon "not long enough" you slid yourself off of him, watching him shiver and gasp as you did.

You sat there on his lap, taking in his fucked out expression, ecstasy written all over his face.

After a moment he brought his arms up to you and pulled you into a warm embrace on your shared couch,

"D-did I do good?" He asked quietly

"Are you kidding, you were perfect" you smile at him "maybe I'll let you be on top next time" you giggle

"Really" he gaped at you, honest excitement in his eyes

"Really"



#he is so cutie patootie #Leon Kennedy is a bottom🫶 #i like bottoms👍 #blond men are women to me #leon is my baby girl #I love this man #re4 leon #re4 remake #re2 remake #re2 leon #leon kennedy x oc #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x reader smut #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy #resident evil leon #leon resident evil #leon re4 #leon re2

[maekendia]

how would wesker, leon, luis react if they saw the reader wearing a mini skirt or a low-cut outfit?

headcanon pls 🥺🥺

love you

i love you too! hope you enjoy. :)

~ 18+ MINORS DNI ~

~

Leon

Leon gets so nervous anytime you wear anything revealing.

LITERALLY STARING.

You tease him so much, bending over and adjusting your top.

“Please, come here.”

He makes you sit on his lap.

He whines every time you shift slightly.

Eventually he gets tired of your teasing.

He makes you ride him with the skirt still on.

Wesker

“Who are you wearing that for? Huh?”

Undressing you with his eyes.

He pulls your skirt up to look under.

“No panties? slut.”

He picks you up and practically throws you onto the bed.

As soon as you hit the bed he’s immediately undressing you.

“You’re gonna be a good little slut for me.”

Luis

“Espléndida”

He smiles so wide.

He literally cannot stop looking at you.

Practically drooling.

He kisses you all over telling you how gorgeous you look.

Him worshipping your body.

The skirt doesn’t stay on for long.

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy smut #resident evil #resident evil 4 remake #luis serra navarro #luis serra x reader #luis serra x oc #luis serra smut #wesker x you #re wesker #wesker x oc #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x oc #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil wesker #wesker x reader #luis sera #luis serra imagine #luis serra x you #re4 luis

[praisethegabs]

B.D.S.M

Leon Kennedy x F!Mistress!Reader

synopsis: leon has a guilty pleasure, which is a deep secret no one knows. every time after a stressful mission, leon goes to this particular place to release his tension. you're too familiar with the man, already knowing what he loves. he's your favorite customer. you're his favorite mistress.

warnings: PURE SMUT. bdsm on its edge. degradation kink, praise kink, shibari, use of pet names, sex toys, sub!leon and dom!reader, handjob, edging, spanking, gaging, spanking, flogging, role-playing.

word count: 3735k

a/n: sub!leon always comes to my mind for unknown reasons. he's so fucking cute and awkward. sometimes, I don't see him as the dominant one, I think he's more of a switch. anyway, I wrote this bc I thought it would be funny to change sides (since the last smut I wrote was with dom!leon)

Leon's footsteps echoed through the corridor as he made his way back home. His mind was still reeling from the stress of the mission he had just completed. The weight of the world seemed to press down on his shoulders, and he yearned for a way to escape the constant tension that plagued him.

It was almost three in the morning, but he didn't care. Due to the nature of his job, Leon had a highly irregular schedule. His timing was inconsistent, and he did not have a set time to return home. It could be morning, afternoon, evening, or the middle of the night. Although his busy schedule demanded most of his time, Leon still had something that couldn't be postponed.

As he entered his apartment, he casually threw his leather jacket onto a chair and ran his hand through his tousled hair. The peaceful solitude of his home only intensified the profound loneliness that had settled deep within him. He needed a release, a way to forget the horrors he had witnessed. With a sigh, he reached for his phone and dialed a number that he had carefully stored in his contacts. The screen lit up, and he waited for it to ring. He felt a mixture of anticipation and relief when the call was answered.

"Hello," a sultry voice purred on the other end of the line. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Leon's voice was filled with a mixture of longing and vulnerability as he replied, "I need to see you, Mistress."

A wicked smile played on your lips as you spoke on the other end of the line. "Of course, darling. I have just the thing to help you forget about your troubles. How soon can you come to my dungeon?"

Leon quickly checked his schedule. "I can be there in an hour," he replied.

"Perfect," you purred. "Prepare yourself and don't keep me waiting. We have much to explore, and I promise you that by the time we're done, all your worries will be left far behind."

As the call ended, Leon felt a renewed sense of anticipation and excitement. Your dungeon provides a sanctuary from the outside world, a place where he can relinquish control and seek solace in the pain and pleasure you provide. It was his escape, a way to let go of the burden he carried, if only for a few precious hours.

As Leon sipped a glass of wine, he gazed out of the window, his thoughts in turmoil. His work demanded discipline, control, and unwavering focus. Yet, it was in the realm of submission and surrender that he found the release he craved - an escape from the relentless pressure of his responsibilities.

Leon had always been a man of contradictions, and his desire for you was no exception. He wondered if his fascination with you was a reflection of his own internal struggles, a means to delve into the depths of his own desires and vulnerabilities. Guilt gnawed at him as he thought about the secrets he kept and the double life he led.

But as he replayed the memories of their encounters in his mind, he couldn't deny the intoxicating allure of your power and the blissful release it provided. It was a guilty pleasure he couldn't resist, a secret aspect of his life that provided him with a sense of liberation he couldn't find anywhere else.

You knew absolutely nothing about Leon, except for his preferences.

He always liked the rough style. As a skilled dominatrix, you know how to please a man. Since he discovered you, he has requested to become your exclusive client, and the payment he has provided is sufficient to reserve your availability exclusively for him. Fortunately, you were familiar with his schedule, so you began working mostly at night, which suited him perfectly.

You have set up an entire dungeon in your basement. It was the perfect place to meet his needs exactly as he wanted it.

At first, seeing his physique made you think he would be a great dominant. However, you eventually found out that he was more of a submissive man. Completely bent over your knees, ready to obey your commands without hesitation. Most dungeons do not permit sexual intercourse between dominants and submissives, but for him, this dynamic does not adhere to such restrictions. Since you have a dungeon in your own home, you have decided to make some slight modifications to the rules.

Obviously, you have never had sex with him, but other aspects of your relationship work just fine.

Leon's footsteps echoed through the garden as he made his way towards the entrance of his hidden sanctuary. Each step was a solemn reminder of the mission that had just been concluded. The scent of leather and candle wax hung in the air, familiar and comforting. He pushed open the unassuming door at the end of the hallway, revealing a hidden secret world beyond.

The dungeon served as a sanctuary for him, a place where he could escape the burdens of his perilous existence. His eyes quickly adjusted to the dim lighting, and there you were, dressed in black leather, waiting for him in the center of the room. Your presence commands attention; your aura is a captivating blend of power and sensuality.

"Welcome back, Kennedy," you purred, your lips curling into a mischievous grin. "You're not late; you arrived just in time."

Leon's tense shoulders relaxed as he stepped further into the dungeon, the door clicking shut behind him. He locked eyes with you, and a silent understanding passed between the two of you. He shed his jacket, the leather creaking as he tossed it aside, revealing the tension that had built up in his muscles during the mission.

You moved towards him, the sound of your heels clicking against the cold stone floor, with a devious glint in your eyes. "You look like you've had a rough day, my dear," you said, as your fingers lightly traced the contours of his jaw. "But, you know, I'm here to take care of you."

"Yes, Mistress," he nodded, closing his eyes to savor your touch and emitting a slight moan.

"Strip now," you ordered him, and stepped back to prepare the rest of the room and your toys.

The words were both a promise and a command, and Leon nodded in agreement. He needed this - the sensation of control slipping away from his grasp, the catharsis of pain and pleasure intertwined. You led him to the St. Andrew's Cross, a symbol of his shared desire for submission and domination.

With practiced ease, you secured his wrists and ankles to the cross, using leather restraints to keep him in place. Leon's heart raced, his mind focused solely on the anticipation of what would come next. The room seemed to shrink, closing in around him, leaving only the two of them and the palpable tension in the air.

You leaned in, your lips brushing against his earlobe. "What would you like today, darling?" You whispered, asking your question.

"Take me to the edge, Mistress," Leon said, gazing at you with unwavering confidence.

"Very well," you nodded in agreement. "Remember the safe word, just in case."

Leon nodded once more and prepared himself for what was about to begin. He was waiting for the first strike to experience pleasure, but nothing happened. His eyes met yours, and he felt a shiver down his spine when he noticed the smile on your face.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" You approached him seductively, holding a flogger in your hands, your nails digging into his flesh.

"I forgot my collar, Mistress," he said, his breath heavy with the sudden realization that he had forgotten the only item he was permitted to wear. "I'm sorry, Mistress."

"Oh, bunny, you know we don't accept apologies," you said, biting his earlobe. "And do you know what this means?"

Leon nodded, biting his lip. He felt the first whip strike him hard, causing him to emit a loud moan. He tightly grips the leather restraints on his wrists, and the second blow leaves a red mark on his stomach. The third strike narrowly missed his cock and you can see him trembling as each blow compels him to seek relief from the agony of your flogging.

"Please, Mistress, forgive me," Leon begs, as you continue to flog him. Another strike, another groan.

"Have you learned your lesson, bunny?" You asked, delivering another whip to him, striking harder.

“Yes, Mistress. I did” Leon almost yelled, trying helplessly to avoid your strikes. His body was already red from the flogging. "Please, I won't forget it anymore."

You stopped, letting the flog aside. You took a leather collar from the drawer and placed it around his neck. His breath was heavy, and his entire body was shaking. He was indeed enjoying the anticipation of the punishment, although he had no idea what was about to happen. You untied him from the St. Andrews Cross, and he stood there, waiting for your next command.

"Stand in the center of the room," you commanded, holding a remote. He nods, walking with his naked, red body to the center of the dungeon.

You threw a silver spreader bar in his direction, and you didn't have to say it twice. Leon secured his ankles in the spreader bar, and once he was done, he glanced at you again. Silently, you pressed the button and then shackled his wrists to a drop-down ceiling bar. Pressing the button again, he stretched his arms in the air. The bondage dungeon is filled with furniture that enables you to attach him to any object in whichever manner you please.

Now he stands completely naked, with his ankles spread apart by a spreader bar and his arms stretched in the air, wearing nothing but his collar.

You stand before him, wearing a devilish smile on your lips. Suddenly, you firmly grasp his erect penis and apply pressure. You can see tears welling up in his sapphire-blue eyes as he bites his lip and tightly grips the shackles above his head. You squeeze it harder, and he gasps, yelping in pain. You paused for a moment, observing him. Another intense squeeze, another wave of pain, and he screams out loud. You finally release his cock and he exhales with relief, tears still streaming down his cheek.

"You're nothing but a sex toy. Look at you, so miserable," you said, as you walked around him and slapped his ass. "Such a naughty boy, desperate to be humiliated, aren't you?"

"Yes, Mistress," his voice trembles as you slap his ass.

"Your purpose is to provide fuckings, am I right?" You asked again, delivering another slap to him, causing his body to jerk.

"Yes, Mistress," Leon nods again, his body jerking with each slap against his sensitive skin.

"Who owns you, fuckboy?" You stepped closer, gripping his hair firmly, causing him to emit a soft groan.

"You do, Mistress," he quickly replies, his Adam's apple bobbing rapidly up and down.

"Do I own your cock as well?" You asked again, leaving love bites on his skin.

"Yes, Mistress, you do."

You take his cock again, smacking it harder and making him yelp again. Tears were already rolling down his cheeks once more. You walk to your box of instruments and retrieve the manuscript clips. You take one clamp, gently open it, and place it over his left nipple. Carefully close the clamp, ensuring that it does not cause any pain. He tries to hold his breath and keep his mouth shut while you repeat the same process on his right nipple.

"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll bear it all night," you wink at him, and he nods silently.

Then, your hand reached his cock again and you started to masturbate him. You can see his hands tightly gripping the shackles, and his breath growing heavier with each passing second. Leon began moaning, with each moan growing louder as you continued to stimulate him with your hands. And you keep masturbating him until you know he's close.

And then, you come to a complete stop, causing him to whine out loud.

"Bad boys don't get rewarded," you said, and pressed the button to lower the ceiling bar. "Kneel."

He obeys by kneeling down. The ceiling is high enough for him to stretch his arms in the air, and you are sitting directly in front of him. You don't have to say anything; he already knows what to do. Leon crawls between your legs and opens his mouth. He bends forward, his arms stretching upward before him. The restraints are not sufficient to allow him to approach you, and observing him beg for your pussy amuses you.

"Please, Mistress, allow me to pleasure you in my mouth” he begs, his voice filled with desperation as he fights back tears, inching closer to you.

His cock twitches and aches. He's desperate to be released, to ejaculate all over his body, longing to feel your touch. You keep teasing him by not allowing him to get closer to you, making him see your wide pussy open in front of him, yet denying him the ability to touch or engage with you.

"Please, I'm begging, Mistress," he pleads again, desperately trying to reach you.

"Such a pathetic, whining boy," you said, tightly gripping his jaw in your hands.

You released his wrists and ankles, instructing him to walk towards the bondage horse. He silently obeys you and walks straight to the corner of the room. With red ropes, you tied his arms and hands behind his back. Its shape is that of a half barrel with wide ledges and wings, covered in black leather. Leon positions his knees on each wing, and you proceed to shackle him once more, ensuring that he is securely locked on the edge of the frame. His collar is attached by chains on both sides to the ceiling bar, keeping his head up and facing forward.

"What do you deserve?" you ask, as you walk around the room and pick up your flogger once more.

"To be punished, Mistress," he responds, his eyes locked on the wall in front of him.

"Why?" you asked before striking him hard.

"Because I am a bad man," Leon says, his body jerking again with the whimpering.

You smiled, satisfied, and started to whip him until his entire back was red. When you're done with his back, you move to face him, squeezing his cock again. Leon is on the verge of tears, gasping and unable to control himself. In an instant, without your command, he ejaculates onto your hand. His entire face turns red.

"Did I say you could cum?" you asked him, squeezing his sensitive cock, causing him to whine in pain once more.

"No, Mistress. I'm sorry," he begs, tears falling down his face once more.

"Privilege revoked," you hissed, walking towards your torment box. Leon is visually impaired, but he sheds tears when he senses something cold around his cock. He knows what it is. "You'll come only when I say so."

You walk back to the corner of the room after locking the chastity cage on him. When you return, Leon flinches slightly as he feels your thumb pressing against him from behind. You uses oil and you're smearing it around his anus. A finger slips, then your thumb. Another finger, he already knows what's coming.

He feels the rubber sliding inside, and he moans again. He feels the initial pain, but he's okay with it. You slide it further, allowing the oil to lubricate him internally. You pull back the toy and gently begin a rhythmic back-and-forth fucking of his ass. You have precision and an obvious regular rhythm. Leon moans, closing his eyes and feeling the helplessness of his submission. You insert the toy into him, and he can hear you pressing a button.

It starts to vibrate inside his hole.

To keep him quiet, you place a ball gag in his mouth and leave him in his current state. He is tormented by a dildo in his anus, restrained by shackles and ropes, rendering him unable to move, resist, or voice any complaints. You sit, playing with the remote control of the device in your hands, adjusting the intensity to elicit either loud moans or soft whines from him.

The cock cage on him is painful, and he is aware of it. With his already aroused state, it becomes nearly impossible for him to cum without your consent, and he is aware that this is precisely what you desire. He is unable to move, but the vibration in his ass makes his flesh to ripple. It makes him shake his body. Leon moans again, whether from the pain caused by the cage or the vibration inside his ass. He shakes his head, the only movement he can make.

You press the button, and he sighs with relief, but not completely. You pump him again a few times and stop. You thrust into him quickly and forcefully, causing him to groan and moan. After some time, there is a final push, a powerful thrust that is enough to rock the bondage horse. He moans aloud again. You walk around the corner again and gently push something metallic, cold, and smooth inside his ass. Leon feels the object and thinks it's large, expanding inside him. Then, it pops in, causing a painful stretch that makes him scream again.

"Clean it," you tell him, pointing to his white semen on the leather bondage material. You unshackle his collar from the ceiling bar and his ankles from the restraints, but keep his arms tied with the ropes.

He obediently leans over from his waist until his tongue reaches the black leather. He licks it in wide swaths, gathering all his juices from his previous unauthorized release, leaving only his saliva behind.

You can see the color of his cock. He's so hard and sensitive. When Leon finishes cleaning the bondage horse, he kneels in front of you, waiting patiently. He is clearly struggling to hold back his orgasm, but at the same time, he is on the brink of climax.

"Desperate to cum, huh?” you teased, gently stimulating his sensitive nipples, eliciting another groan from him.

"Yes, Mistress," he says, his voice shaking once more.

You sat in an armchair in front of him, your legs spread apart, offering a tantalizing view of your glistening arousal. He doesn't move, but when he sees you nod, he knows what to do. He leans closer, and you can feel his tongue on your wet, sensitive, and swollen clit. He sucks you, savoring your taste, and moaning from the pleasure mixed with the slight pain he feels on his cock. You moan and grip his hair tightly, urging him to continue sucking you.

And when you reach your orgasm, Leon has to force himself to calm down, feeling your cunt on his face. His cock is hurting and you decide to please him in the appropriate manner.

“Color” you ask him, playfully tweaking his nipple.

"Green, Mistress," he says, trembling. He's lying.

"What color is it, bunny?" you asked him again, gripping the metal of his collar.

"Yellow, Mistress," Leon shakes. The pain in his cock is excruciating.

You released his cock from the cage, and he sighed with relief, only to gasp at your touch. He was very sensitive, and you started to masturbate him again. You took your magic wand and placed it under his dick, vibrating with intense power, while your other hand moved up and down on him. Leon can't last long. He's already too close to reaching orgasm. You, on the other hand, don't care. You continue to deliberate, his rhythm becoming tense.

"Go on, be a good boy and cum for your Mistress," you said, increasing your pace on him.

The words are enough. It emanates from his core and bursts out. His thighs and red belly shuddered first, as if he were being electrocuted. Then, it surged upward, causing his entire chest to shake as he let out a guttural moan, a mixture of pain and pleasure. Afterward, you removed the clips from his nipples, and he yelped and cried again. You also removed the plug from his anus, leaving it elsewhere.

Now, you have him standing at the end of the bondage horse again, and you instruct him to bend over and protrude his ass out. You tied him with the red ropes in a different manner, and he obeys you. This time, you take a flogger to his ass, almost caressing his cheeks with its sleek leather strands. Then, it comes out of nowhere.

The brutal spank of the cane striking his ass. He screams.

You cane him again, this time on his right ass cheek. He screams again and sobs. The third strike goes again. Leon yells.

You guide him to a nearby mirror and compel him to observe the three red marks on his ass.

He's crying. You had successfully led him to his edge, but you knew when to stop. You removed the gag from his mouth and untied the ropes that had left his arms almost purple. Then, you placed a robe on him. Aftercare is important, even in this type of situation.

"Are you okay?" you asked, leading him to the sofa in the opposite corner. "I know you wanted to be on the edge, but this is dangerous. Did something happen?"

"I'm fine, thanks," Leon says softly, although his entire body is in pain. "Just... don't worry, okay? I like it when you get rough with me."

"I'm not complaining, but are you sure you're okay?" you asked, embracing him and allowing his head to rest on your chest.

"I'm fine, trust me," he chuckles.

There is a moment of silence. Usually, he doesn't stay for aftercare. He gets what he wants and then leaves, but there's something different this time. You don't say anything, you decide to give him some space. This night was heavily different from the others, and you're not sure he's really alright.

“Can we do it again?” He lifts his head so he can see you. “But this time, can you blindfold me?”

You smirk. It's time for another round. 

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[strawberrysnoopy]

me in c.ai when Leon says he was a hungry man, and he needs to be well fed. (he was talking about eating my pussy holy shit)

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[sirenswrld]

dad! leon x daughter’s best friend! reader — DARK CONTENT

you got kicked out after years of your parents mistreating you, but it’s okay! your best friend convinced her dad to take you in! you’ve never met mr. kennedy before, and he wasn’t excited about taking care of another girl, but after a bit you’re just so cute. you cook, you clean, you help pay rent. you’re like a cute little wife. leon isn’t a good person though, a fact you and his precious little daughter are unaware of, and after a few months of you living with them. leon can’t blame help himself, seeing you walk around in those cute little shorts, practically begging for him to fuck you. he has never been the type to wait and sit back, so of course he had to fuck you.. whether you like it or not.

lmk if you want to be tagged!

(based on an ask i sent @rigorwhoring as kiss anon!)

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[ashiemochi]

anubussy - iii

✠ Anubussy ↳ sorry, i don't want your touch ↳↳ it's not that i don't want you

➶ pairing: OC x Leon S(exy) Kennedy. ➶ genre: fluff, more angst, gore, longer smut/suggestive themes ➶ word count: no

NOTE: ✠ = time skip ✠✠ = switching povs/characters

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Leon whistled to the tune from the laptop, flipping the patty and pressing the turner flat against it. It emitted that delicious sizzling sound, releasing more of that mouth-watering scent.

It was a fairly good Sunday afternoon; his day off. The mansion was empty but for him. It shouldn’t take longer than three weeks, and currently, it has been two and a half weeks. Meaning, she would be back home soon.

The DSO wasn’t all on board with having a married couple be assigned to the same mission. They’d let it slide every once in a while – just not this time.

So Ah informed Leon about the undercover mission to retrieve files about a possible virus in the making. The agency thought it’d be better to stop any outbreaks before they’d even start. 

At least, that was what she had told him.

He helped her with training and obviously, ended it with a different type of workout. 

Leon rolled his shoulders at the mild imaginative stinging in his broadbroad back beneath his simple navy shirt. With a faint smile on his lips at the memory of that night, the man perked up at the sound of his phone ringing.

He lowered the heat under the skillet pan and set the turner aside. Wiping his hands against his apron, he made his way to the island where his laptop was and took his phone. His eyes lit up at the sight of a familiar number and he was quick to tap answer, pressing it to his ear.

“Calling during your mission, buttercup?” Leon teased, leaning his hip back against the kitchen’s island, “Not very one of the Top Agents of the DSO of you.”

“L–Leon?”

He froze at the uncharacteristic fear in her tone. He could now hear the loud ruckus on the other end of the call. There were gunshots, and sharp bellows; sort of like a war.

“So Ah? What’s going on?” Leon asked, growing concerned.

His wife let out a hitched gasp, most likely cowering away from the firing range, talking frantically, “It all went wrong! The mission – we were caught! I – Leon, I’m so sorry!”

Leon furrowed his brows, pushing himself away from the island, “Just stay on the phone with me, alright?! Can you tell me where you are?” 

“Shit, shit! I –”

“Stay on the phone, So Ah!” Leon ordered, trying to stay calm, “Tell me where you are – I can call for backup!”

Hastily, he turned to his laptop to contact the FOS. He kept the phone pressed up to his ear by pushing his shoulder against it, hurriedly trying to get Hunnigan. 

“I don’t know how it all went wrong – we went according to plan!” So Ah wheezed and it seemed her attention was directed to someone else, “We have to get out of here! C’mon!”

The laptop let out a mild ding; Hunnigan was on, asking for her location. 

“So Ah, goddamn it, So Ah, answer me!” Leon snapped, keeping his hardened eyes on Hunnigan’s text, asking about his wife’s status.

“Wa – wait! The files!”

Leon wasn’t getting a reply, being forced to listen to the call. He had never heard such panic in her shouting voice. She was desperate for something, but what was it?

INGRID.H: Get her location. I can’t pinpoint the call – something’s blocking it.

A hitched yelp emitted from his phone, followed by a tumble and a man shouting out her name. The call was still ongoing. The dread was setting it when he couldn’t hear his wife; just more gunshots.

Leon took a deep breath, lowering his voice, “So Ah?”

A whimper came from the other end, “Leon… I’m so sorry.”

“Just stay on the phone with me, okay?” Leon was so close to begging at this point, releasing a heavy sigh at the pounding of his heart as he typed back to Hunnigan about the undercover mission.

“Tell me, what happened? What are you apologizing for?”

“I had no other choice…” She cried, “They didn’t give me a chance.” 

“Who’s they?” Leon pressed on, noticing the texting bubble from Hunnigan, “I’m getting you back up, just keep talking to me, okay sweetheart? Who’s they?”

So Ah’s words came out small and afraid, “I… I got shot. Oh, god – I–I can’t stay here. We–”

“Goddamn it, So Ah – where the hell are you?!”

“Fuck…” She inhaled sharply, “Leon? Are you–are you still… Still there?”

Shit, she must be losing a lot of blood. She was growing disoriented.

“Yes, baby.” Leon’s hand clenched into itself, jaw locking at the stinging in his eyes, “I’m here. I’m here, talk to me. Just… Please tell me where you are.”

“Ok… Okay…” So Ah whispered, sniffling as she’d whimper at every sound of the gunshots, “I… I don’t know. I don’t recognize it – there was an explosion and… We ran. Oh, god, Leon, I don’t know where I am. I’m scared.”

Leon cussed under his breath, “It’s okay, baby. You’re okay. Where did the DSO send you? Do you remember that?”

“... N… No. It wasn’t–” She trailed away, breathing heavily before sobbing, “Leon, I – I love you, okay? I didn’t want any of this, I swear–” 

A sharp gasp interrupted her – her gasp. Then there was more ruckus and that same man in the back returned, yelling about a self-destruct system. 

What kind of fucking undercover did they send her off to?

“So Ah? So Ah!” Leon shouted into his phone.

It dropped dead. 

Everything was silent around him then a ding interrupted his state of shock and denial; a text from Hunnigan.

INGRID. H: There was never an undercover mission from the DSO. 

Division of Security Operations – DSO Maryland, Washington DC.

The world blurred away into darkness. A measly little voice with a heavy accent was echoing. 

Leon snapped his eyes open, blinking tiredly at the lingering memory. He pushed himself up, looking around him as his fatigue was encouraging him to get back to that horriblehorrible day. 

It took his brain a while to process his surroundings. With a long glass table in the centre of the room, several black chairs all around, and that projector screen, it all settled in. He had fallen asleep during the mission briefing. 

It was a bunch of terrorists planning a public attack in Washington DC – nothing that was out of the ordinary at this point. A biohazardous virus was definitely in the making though. It was more of a what rather than why at this point. 

“Are you okay, Leon?” That voice returned and Leon looked over at the source.

It was one of his squad – more or less, the one who… Ah, Leon had no clue. Most he had seen this man was getting coffee or skittering away to the back of the alleyway with something white in hand. It was like he came out of nowhere.

“It’s nothing, Patricio,” Leon muttered, leaning his head on his hand, and rubbing his eyes.

Patricio noticed the ring on his finger, a small timid smile reaching his chapped lips, “Ah, you got a wife waiting for you at home?”

Leon picked up his cup of coffee, hoping it would keep his body up and awake this time. The ring around his finger seemed to burn his skin at the mere mention of it.

Taking a sip, he shook his head once, “Not anymore.”

Patricio frowned deeply, looking over at the rest of the government workers and then back at the agent. He and his wife had problems before – especially about his drug dealer shtick – but she was still always around, reminding him of the life he built and the daughter they were raising. 

“Ah, marital problems, I get them too, you know?” Patricio tried to offer some sort of comfort to the same man who took down a whole cult back in 2004, “My wife, she, uh,” He let out a faint chuckle, “She’d give me the silent treatment the entire day all because I’d leave the toilet seat up! Crazy woman, she is!”

Leon’s tired azures bore holes into the table, trying to shut him out. Talk about an annoying fly.

“But we’d always talk at the end of the day. Time of pure silence apart… It didn’t do us any good.” Patricio continued, setting a hand on Leon’s shoulder, “I just know you and your wife will go back to how you two were! I heard a saying that goes ‘Time flees, love stays.’” 

He released a soft sigh, “Very beautiful, no?”

Leon trailed his eyes slowly to the hand on his shoulder and then up at Patricio with a darkened stare. He clearly didn’t want to be touched.

Patricio removed his hand, swallowing to himself.

The DSO agent had to calm down. The man was just trying to help, but Leon didn’t really need it – especially not with that quote. What he was sure of, something went terribly wrong on So Ah’s end and there has been no contact from her ever since. 

Leon had no choice but to force himself to live another day for that wishful thinking that she’d be fine; she’d be back.

“Alright,” Their captain called out, then he ordered, “Let’s move it – time to gear up.”

Though visibly annoyed by the sleep deprivation, Leon stood up as his team started piling out of the room. He spared Patricio a glance before he went to join his squad. He gets his vacation days after this. Might as well finish it up quickly so he can go back to drinking till he passes out.

Same old, same old.

✠✠

Unknown Warehouse Holdrege, Nebraska.

A man in a clean suit stood inside the abandoned warehouse just outside the city of Holdrege. His client chose this place as their rendezvous and he wished he chose something… Cleaner – someplace that didn’t smell like shit.

He grumbled under his breath, pulling out his phone to call him. He was close to ten minutes late and still no sign of him. He pressed the phone against his ear; then he stilled.

The ringing of the phone was echoing into the massive empty space. 

“This is not funny, sir,” He scowled, uneasy, “This is a serious matter.”

The Han girl walked out of the darkness, a ringing phone at hand. She stood there, quiet, just letting the phone make the man realize the situation. At first, he wondered how he didn’t see her before he entered the warehouse – but then again, her attire was mostly black.

The girl wore her signature black circle skirt with her lightweight knitted long-sleeved shirt that clung to her form with a short turtle neck. The tights reached her upper knees followed by long combat boots. She had one hand in her oversized bomber jacket and the phone in the other. 

What put him on edge more was the fact she wore an equally black mouth mask – possibly to keep her hidden, but that wasn’t what unnerved him. He can see the neutrality in her amber eyes, yet the mask hid her true thoughts.

“Don’t.” She reminded him before he could even think of running, nodding at the red dot on his chest, “Wouldn’t want you gone too soon – Mason Cooper.”

Mason trailed his eyes up to the first floor where most haystacks lay forgotten. Through the darkness, he could see another man with his sniper aimed precisely at him. The only light in the room was a small and flickering yellow bulb right in the centre.

Mason looked back at So Ah, lips twitching to an unimpressed snarl as he shut off the call. 

“What did you do to my client?” He asked, trying to seem fearless.

“Don’t worry, he’s at a different address.” She replied, eyes on the phone that wasn’t even hers, speaking as if she was running an errand, “If you’re lucky, he’ll only think you’re a no-show.”

Mason’s hand tightened around his suitcase, unable to shake away the feeling within him. He knew her – the entirety of the BSAA did. 

“So, it’s you, isn’t it?” He accused as she started pacing in front of him, arms folded, “You’re the one killing our men off one by one.”

She turned her head to face him, silently. He didn’t know what was more unsettling; her not talking or her allowing her sharp eyes to do the talking. He could just tell his night wasn’t going to go well.

“So what,” Mason gestured to himself, voice not wavering, “You’re gonna kill me too?”

He needed a plan.

So Ah answered with a subtle tick of her head, “Depends.”

“On?”

“If you’ll cooperate.”

His brows furrowed, perplexed and she stopped moving, noticing his confusion. She sighed as if annoyed by the fact she actually has to elaborate.

“I’m looking for the man who came up with the idea of the tracker – the one who planned it all.” She explained to which he scoffed.

“What makes you think you can kill an innocent man?” He shot back, “Need I remind you that you hesitated in killing Sonny.”

Her eye twitched at the mention of her late doctor’s name, her hand tightening its hold around her arm for a split second. The nightmares about him had lessened, being replaced by another set of nightmares.

It was either a bad dream or a sleepless night – no in between.

“The difference is that Sonny was never innocent,” So Ah pointed out and tilted her head at him, “Your alliance is not run by angels either.”

Mason moved a step close, voice dropping to a low tone, “You were a weapon, Han – we had no other choice.” He tried to convince, “Who knows what would’ve happened if your case became active again,”

“We both know it can’t do that on its own,” So Ah gave a feigned pity look, “Your so-called innocent co-workers found a way to re-trigger the pathogen so I’d end up like George – willingly listen to any orders that they put out.”

The man stilled, brown eyes behind his specs shaking at the revelation. Sure, her mask could hide most of her emotions but the hatred in her eyes was oozing; the betrayal.

“... What?” His whisper came out shocked.

So Ah blinked, peering at the sniper from over her shoulder then at Mason, “Guess they kept you in the dark, hm?” She voiced her surprise, “Bummer – and I really thought you were important to them.”

Being a mole wasn’t as easy as it was cracked up to be.

Mason’s stress levels hit a new high, making his voice tremble, “How about you let me go? I’ll never mention this to them, okay?” He pressed on, “I–I had nothing to do with this!”

The Han girl stared at him. The poor man looked visibly scared shitless. He had one hand pressed flat against his chest, a clear sign of his desperation to ensure that he honestly had no clue how far the people of the BSAA had gone. His other hand was clenching the handle of his suitcase a tad bit too tightly.

She glanced down at the suitcase and nodded her head at it, “What’s in there?”

He stiffened, shifting his arm to hide it behind his side with nervous wide eyes, “It’s… It’s just paperwork.”

“You’re a bit too overprotective over just paperwork.” So Ah countered. 

He stayed silent, frantic eyes glancing up at the man in the shadows. The red dot was still on him as steady as it was before, never moving an inch. Just who was he?

So Ah barely even moved forward before the man quickly turned around to run. A loud shot echoed in the spacious room, earning a shout of pain and Mason dropped to the floor. His left calf was bleeding profusely as he struggled to push himself up.

Her boots crushed the hay on the ground as she walked up to him, picking up the suitcase that he had involuntarily let go. She set it on one of the rusted red barrels at a safe distance, pressing both locks and it let out a small click before she slid it open.

Her eyes widened like saucers.

The dark grey foam held a single maroon sample and a file on the other side; PROJECT PANSY. 

Dryness replaced her throat, forcing her to thickly swallow as she reached for the file. For one, the man wasn’t lying about the paperwork – but she more so hoped to see economical numbers or a new weaponry deal.

It’s been six years since the H-Outbreak – still, people aren’t letting the Han family live it down. The facility had gone down due to the severe levels of the acid used during the self-destruct sequence. Everything regarding PANSY and the enhancer EN-0X were destroyed – except one thing.

Her vial of blood.

Presenting a new form of evolution, the same virus Frederic Sonny had worked so hard on before his demise is complete – HAOS VIRUS, we call it the H-Virus for short.

We took the blood and managed to create something new. Once injected, it will give the test subject enhanced strength and speed – take George for example, but stronger and deadlier. A PHANTOM sample won’t be needed as the H-Virus got the submissive PLAGA sample. It will listen to its maker with no hesitance.

Of course, these are all just theories. We haven’t tested it yet. I don’t know if it’s fear or curiosity of seeing such beauty. I know you’ll provide us with the results once it’s in your hands, Mr Arias.

I only have one request – now that you’ve got what you want – please, I need to see my wife and son. Let them go, I beg of you.

– Mason C.

How dare they? Why would they create such a thing?

Years upon years of trying to move on and forget, the H-Outbreak always returns to make its subtle appearances. From breakdowns to the burning chip in her nape, she expected that to be the worst. 

No. Someone engineered the same virus she thought she prevented all those years ago.

Her earpiece crackled to life, “What is it, So Ah?”

Her fingers trembled when they pressed into her earpiece, voice coming out just as shakily, “It’s… It’s a virus sample – from my… My blood.”

Her dreaded eyes turned slowly to face the groaning man on the ground. The anxiety through her veins was getting overbearing with each step she took.

“Is this the only one?” She asked, demanding to know, “Are there more?”

The man only grunted under his breath, refusing to speak. Visibly growing antsier when he didn’t comply, she stepped hard on his wounded leg. He cried out into thin air when she dug her heel into the bullet wound.

“Answer me!” She snapped sharply, towering over him.

“No, no! There is none!” He wept, shaking his head as he whimpered, “Early stages… So, that’s the only sample. I swear…”

So Ah took in a shuddered inhale through parted lips. She glanced over at the case and then down at him. There was no need to interrogate him anymore. Just a rat within the BSAA, god knows who he actually works for.

Possibly Arias or whoever that was.

Walking briskly back to the barrels, she shut the suitcase and picked it up. She started making her way to the entrance of the warehouse, trying to get out as soon as possible and take care of the H-Virus.

“What are you doing?” 

“We’re done here.” So Ah whispered to her earpiece.

Mason was shaking in fear, looking at the girl getting farther and farther. He knew the consequences of having that sample fall into the wrong hands. In this case, her hands. His need to get it fixed as soon as possible made his eyes dart to the oil barrels by the doorway. 

He reached into his suit jacket, taking his chance whilst the sniper had his eyes on the girl.

“What about him?”

So Ah stopped but didn’t turn around. Something within her told her to at least show kindness. This wasn’t her. She would never get her hands dirty down the wrong road – but they pushed her to.

She could have him killed right now and no one would know a thing.

“Leave him,” She spoke, the corners of her lips curling downwards, “He’s not worth it.”

Knowing a man from her Los Angeles days, he wouldn’t do it. He wouldn’t kill him.

The soldier knew she was thinking about the DSO agent once again. He lowered his sniper rifle with a frown. Despite all the horrendous shit the BSAA had put her through, she was still showing mercy.

“I can’t let you have it!” Mason yelled, revealing his own pistol.

The voice from the earpiece came from behind, shouting out her name just as she turned around in surprise. It was too late, bullets sinking into the oil barrels – half of the place went up into flames. 

The world darkened for a moment for her. Every inch of her body was burning in pain and she could feel the nerves on the top of her spine practically pulsating at the ache. It actually felt like she was scorching inside out. 

Her body had landed on the empty field, having rolled around on the dirty grass before halting with her chest on the ground. Her bleary eyes tried to focus but black spots were clouding her vision. Coughing out was a mistake, forcing her gasp to end up hitched in her throat.

It was difficult to even move an inch in her body. Through teary eyes, she shakily turned her head up a bit to see the suitcase unscathed, her stubbornness to move made her whimper as she kept her eyes on the suitcase. 

Before she could even grab it, a man in a dirty suit did. He was grunting through hissed teeth, his leg limping whenever he’d apply too much pressure on it and he stumbled away from her after picking it up.

“I’m sorry but he’s got my wife and son,” Mason spat, brows furrowing at how far he’d go to keep his family safe, “I’m sure you can understand that.”

So Ah had a family as well – she was still a daughter of her mother and father, and a little sister for her brother.

Still, it didn’t stop him from aiming his gun at her, glaring through slitted eyes behind his cracked specs. His voice came out dangerously low as she could only stare tiredly at him.

“They should’ve killed you the moment they had the fucking chance.”

Another shot echoed and for a moment, she thought she died. Mason dropped to the ground in front of her, a bleeding hole in the middle of his wide eyes. Her body went limp at the relief, releasing out a heavy and groggy groan.

“So Ah,” The BSAA soldier ran up to her, dropping to his knees with concern evident on his face, “So Ah, can you hear me?”

His sniper rifle hung from his back as he reached to help her up but she shook her head, gesturing to the suitcase. Her eyes were going in and out of focus, and she whimpered. Her mouth mask was nowhere to be found, showing the blood rolling from the corner of her lips.

“Des–destroy it,” She choked up, eyes half closed as if in a haze, “They can’t… It shouldn’t exist…”

Then darkness enveloped her vision, shutting every sense out and blocking out the worry shouting of her name.

#canon x oc #oc x canon #resident evil fanfiction #resident evil vendetta #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #leon s kennedy x reader #resident evil #leon kennedy #resident evil fandom #leon kennedy imagines #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy fanfic #leon kennedy x reader smut #leon scott kennedy #leon scott kennedy smut #oc x leon kennedy

[the-abyss-of-fandoms]

Leon worried about Y/N since they’re not talking back to him: Sweetheart I’ll get us out of this… just talk to me please

Meanwhile Y/ns POV:

Y/N internally: If God were to strike me down right now I’d die a happy death. Jesus his biceps…. I wonder if he could hold me up by my thighs and just f-

Oh he’s talking to me….

Y/N: Hmmm oh? Sorry you were saying?

Leon sighs relived: I thought you had a concussion you weren’t talking for 5 minutes princess.

#help y/n #she’s gonna die by Leon #or Leon’s gonna die worrying abt y/n #either way what bliss #as they would say #resident evil 4 remake #resident evil #resident evil 4 leon #resident evil 4 #leon kennedy x oc #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy imagine #re4 leon #leon kennedy resident evil #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x reader

[saturncodedstarlette]

Leon, crashing their place for the night : I’m really drunk, by the way. I’m sorry.

Y/N, placed the cup of water on the table : Oh, how drunk?

Leon, laying on the couch : I don’t know—

Leon, sluggishly looks at them : —do I still have pupils?

Y/N, chuckles : Yeah, they’re huge…

Leon, with a dopey smile : Oh well…

Leon : They get like that when I see you anyway. ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

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[larvamars]

first art in 2024 who cheered

#leon kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon s kennedy #resident evil vendetta #resident evil #oc #oc x canon #art #digital art #artwork #fan art #fanart

[haliet0]

A silly pet hc i have for resident evil characters (Sorry if is blurry tiktok sucks😭😭)

#resident evil art #resident evil oc #resident evil headcanons #leon resident evil #chris redfield #fanart #art of legends #resident evil x reader #residentevilfanart #claire redfield #claire resident evil #chris redfeild x reader #chris redfield fanart #leon kennedy fanart #claire redfield fanart #cat #kitty cat #dog #leon kennedy

[h20milk]

put me in a room with six leons and we're all coming out different

#leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #resident evil #re2 #re4 #re infinite darkness #re6 #re death island #re vendetta #yumeship #selfship #self ship #self insert #oc x canon #yumejoshi #my art #puppy love ✧ #sorry for not including damnation leon or degeneration leon or dark chronicles leon #i love all leons i think all of them deserve a big sloppy kiss or idk a hug..... #all leons like to have a little fun! (fighting over who gets to hold yure) #i think leon wld be jealous but at the same time be so self deprecative when faced with five of himself while his lover is present #its like in his nature to feel bad about himself but also thats literally him and he can totally beat the shit out of himself fuck it!!! #do these tags even make sense anymore anyway #personally i think leon is a silent jealous person who doesnt say anything like he'll keep that shit to himself and also he probably thinks #-anyone else is better than him but when hes jealous of himself? oh he can bark back. says those ur mom jokes like theres no tomorrow. #cracks up a little bit of “she likes me more than you *sticks tongue out*” #okay sorry these are just funny to me but jealous leon is a little cute especially when faced with himself like cmon man.... #THATS LITERALLY YOU LIKE CMONNN LMAOO #2023