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Make Daddy Proud

Summary: Drunk off your ass, you send a text to your boss that definitely wasn’t meant for him.

Pairing: Older!Leon Kennedy x Rookie Fem!Reader

Word Count: 6.1k words

Warnings: This is basically porn with minimal plot, age gap (reader is 24-25, Leon is 38), smut, slight dub-con? (Reader is/was drunk), PIV intercourse, oral sex fem!recieving, unprotected sex, daddy kink, creampie, pet names (sweetheart, baby, baby girl, pretty girl), slight degradation, praise kink, Dom!Leom, I can’t look at myself in the mirror after writing this filth, slightly OOC!Leon? Maybe? IDK anymore

A/N: I am absolutely depraved for DI!Leon, it’s not even funny 😭 I got so carried away with this, feel like a whore LMAOO. Hope you like this one, it’s pure smut and definitely not proofread out of my own shame. Title from “make daddy proud” by Blackbear. Enjoy! :)

You were down bad for your boss, Leon Kennedy. What started as a simple attraction, a mere appreciation of looks and personality soon snowballed into something uncontrollable. It was an infatuation that kept you up at night and at work longer than necessary, lingering in the doorframe of his office with that flirty little smile on your face and legs crossed. And either he was blind, you were delusional, or he did not feel the same way. But as you thought, maybe you were a bit delusional.

You were the rookie, the newbie and solo female under Leon’s response team. At twenty-four, you’d made it all the way to agent under Leon’s command. From the start, you were hooked on that soft, light brown fringe and his intense, unwavering blue-tinted gaze. From the battle scars, bulging veins in his biceps you just wanted to gnaw on, and everything in between, you had the hots for this man. He could slut you out for hours for all you cared.

The absence of a ring had you hopeful, save for the extensive HR presentation when you’d first been hired explicitly stating relationships of any nature between subordinates and superiors were prohibited, but a little danger didn’t scare you. You’d taken your time to scan over his desk, looking for any signs of a personal life (which you were both pleased and a bit confused at the sheer lack of personality in Leon’s office), but it meant you had a chance. Of course, the older man never seemed to indulge into any details of his personal life. Occasionally, you’d get a sprinkle of ‘Leon Lore’, like the fact that he was raised Catholic but no longer practiced, or the lifelong dream he’d had to be a cop before he ended up in this damned field. It never went much deeper than that, but you had your ways.

Tonight, you curled up on your couch with a glass and full bottle of your favorite sweet wine. It was the first day off your team had in awhile, and you planned to spend it shit-faced binge watching all of the God awful reality TV shows Netflix had to offer. You’d made it halfway through your bottle by the time your best friend, Kennedy, had started her nightly gossip session with you. Exchanging horror stories of both your weeks at work (save for sensitive information), it had quickly devolved into you gushing over Leon. Again.

‘I don’t think you understand the things I’d let this man do to me,’ your first text to her went, your face warm from both your depraved lusting and the warm red running down your throat as it was absorbed into your bloodstream. This particular brand of wine always made your brain leak out of your ears, turning you into a woman that made you cringe the next morning. ‘I’d let him choke me out with those big ass biceps my GOD.’

You giggled to yourself, standing up to take your half empty bottle of wine back to the fridge. And of course, like every time you drank sitting down, it hit you all in one stumbling rush. “Oh, fuck,” you hiccuped, bracing yourself against the couch until you felt okay enough to walk again. You felt your phone buzz in your hand, looking down through blurry eyes at the message preview.

‘Fatherless behavior,’ Kennedy had texted back, followed by a string of skull emojis.

You giggled again, making it into the kitchen and tucking your bottle into your slightly barren fridge. Leaning against your counter, you faltered as the words seemed to dance against your phone screen as you tried to click on her message thread. After an eternity of you blinking at your phone like an idiot, you finally clicked on it to reply: ‘Who neds a dadwhen Leon culd just bnd meover nd make me screaam daddy all nigh?’ You locked your phone, hiding the evidence of your own sinful text and atrocious, drunken typos as you took a deep breath.

Wait.

You blinked again, eyebrows furrowing in drunken confusion. Why the hell is she talking about reports? Unlocking your phone, you went back to your messages.

You’d never lost a buzz so fucking fast in your life. “Oh, no, no, no.”

All color draining from your face, feeling the cold slap of sobering up, you stared down with your mouth agape. Instead of ‘Kennedy’, you’d texted ‘Leon Kennedy’ instead. Fingers scrambling across your phone sceen, you quickly remembered that iPhones now allowed you to unsend messages. You clicked on your chat thread with Leon, heart thumping in the pit of your stomach.

Read 10:24 PM.

You didn’t even think. Flight or flight must’ve kicked in because you chucked that phone across your apartment, watching it soar and hit the back of your couch only to disappear somewhere beneath it. You covered your mouth, slumping back and down against the kitchen cabinets to sit on your floor in shame. Goddamnit.

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He needed a fucking vacation. Hell, he needed to retire at this point. Leon had never been more fed up in his life, constantly sore and passing out on his couch five minutes after making it in the door. He was grateful for this day off, getting the night to himself to catch up on Blue Bloods reruns with a cold glass of Jack Daniels.

The man had his feet kicked up on the coffee table, ankles crossed as his grey sweats hung low on his bare hips. He sipped on his whiskey, eyes lazily glued to the TV as he watched the rookie cop let the suspect evade him. “Fucking idiot,” he mumble under his breath, far too invested in the storyline to think about anything else.

Until he heard the chime of his phone, face down on the coffee table as it illuminated the polished wood. His lips instantly curved into a scowl, fully-expecting a beckoning to the office or a case file from Hunnigan. He groaned, dropping his feet to the floor as he leaned forward, snatching the phone off the table and bringing it in his field of view. Never get a damn day of peace.

‘Who neds a dadwhen Leon culd just bnd meover nd make me screaam daddy all nigh?’

Leon’s eyebrows damn near shot off his face, raising up so high his forehead wrinkled in utter surprise. He blinked once, reading the message and rereading just to make sure he understood the jumbled words sent from you.

He whistled lowly, leaning back against his couch as he continued to look down at his phone. The sudden shock of heat, blood rushing away from his rational mind and right towards his dick, had him staring at his phone in silence for a few beats of his quickening heart. Had it been anyone else, he’d text back an immediate, ‘Come see me in my office tomorrow.’

But, you? The little minx that made his life and his cock so much harder than he’d care to admit? Fuck.

Leon wasn’t a man to act on his base instincts. Hell, it had been so long for him that at one point, he wasn’t sure if his dick even worked anymore. Late nights with whiskey dick and the never-ending stress of his job, he hardly even tried to chase meaningless pleasure anymore. He was convinced he’d be a bachelor forever, and he was slightly okay with that.

Until you came along. Bright-eyed and full of fiery spite, determined to prove yourself in a male-dominated field. He’d sniffed out your crush on him five months in on his team, slowly picking up on the way you always made a point to laugh at his shitty jokes everyone else groaned over. Or your yearly evaluation, when you’re wore that tight pencil skirt and batted your eyelashes at him every five minutes that he’d barely made it through your performance review without stopping to bend that tight little body over his desk and make you cry.

You brought out a primal urge in him, a insatiable thirst to just conquer every inch of your smooth skin and carry out the Kennedy bloodline. Of course, he had years of practiced restraint and never let you know that he’d caught on. He treated you the same as everyone else, keeping his desire in line and using any object in his hand to block the twitching bulge that grew at just the sight of you.

Leon set his whiskey glass on the coffee table, running the now-free hand over his mouth as he tried to determine a course of action. Should he just pretend he didn’t see it, and continue on with the teeth-gnashing mutual pining, or should he take this as a sign to finally cross that line? He didn’t know, stuck in a rut of his own pride and professionalism yet waging a war with his throbbing cock leaking precum into the Calvin Kleins around his hips.

‘I don’t think that was meant for me, sweetheart.’ He finally settled on replying, eyes locked in on his phone like a damn target. He watched your read reciept show, the continuous starting and stopping of your typing bubble before he got a reply.

‘Agent Kennedy I am SO sorry.’

He chuckled lowly at your sudden formality, finding your embarrassment quite endearing. Leon let out another grunt, standing up from his couch as he stretched out the never-ending knot in his back. He sucked his teeth, tapping the fingers that held his phone against the case as he walked towards his bedroom.

‘Don’t be. It was very flattering.’ He replied back to you, steeling himself against all internal shrieks of his conscious, telling him no, no! This was a line that would only complicate his already tangled line if crossed. But, it was you.. Ah, what the hell. ‘Why don’t I come over and make that thought a reality?’

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After diving to the floor like a madwoman to retrieve it once you’d heard that ding, you were surprised at the reception to your mistake. He’s not mad? You thought to yourself when you read the first two messages, letting out an uneasy sigh, half-filled with relief despite your mortification. But that third message had you tensing right back up, swallowing thickly as it took you a few moments to comprehend. You were still buzzed, only convinced mentally that you’d sobered up just enough to consciously think this through.

‘Okay :)’

With that sent, you tossed your phone on the couch and beelined for your bedroom. Tearing off your unflattering loungewear and tossing it into the hamper, you rushed into the bathroom. You did the quickest shave of your life, thanking yourself for grooming fully two days prior. You fixed your hair, touched up your deodorant and spritzed yourself in the most alluring perfume that you owned. Scampering back into the bedroom, you sunk to your knees in front your dresser, digging through that drawer that hadn’t been touched in a hot minute. Pulling out bodysuit after babydoll after straight-up G-string, you finally settled on a sexy two piece set that had never seen the light of day.

You popped the tags off, wiggling the lacy bottoms over your hips and ass before clipping the bralette on in the front before you turned it around and covered your breasts. Standing in the mirror, you looked yourself over to make sure it was hot enough to seduce the hunk of a man currently on his way to your apartment. He knew your address, having dropped you off after work once before after your car shit out on you in the parking garage.

And while you waited, you spent your time pacing around your apartment after covering yourself in just the DSO-issued sweatshirt you’d gotten last fall for some decency. There’s no way this is happening, you thought, wringing your hands to combat the fluttering nerves in the pit of your stomach. Even the copious amount of wine you’d consumed couldn’t ease the blooming anxiety of knowing that Leon, the Leon Kennedy as your fellow agent Patrick called him, was on his way to most likely rearrange your insides.

But damn, if that thought didn’t cause you to feel your thudding heartbeat between your thighs. You were already way too wet for comfort, feeling the flimsy mesh and lace cling to your heat as your thighs shifted with each turn and walk. You almost bit your nails, but you stopped yourself the second you heard that knock against your door.

Taking the deepest breath humanly possible, you tried to keep a casual pace as you walked to the front entrance of your apartment. It was useless because your fingers unlocked the door and gripped the handle so tight as you flung it open.

Standing there, looking straight Lust out of the bible was Leon, bulging biceps crossed over his chest as he leaned against the doorframe. White t-shirt, grey sweatpants with a thick imprint you had to tear your eyes away from, and a pair of tennis shoes you didn’t even know he owned. He smirked at you, blue eyes trailing over your womanly figure as they lingered on your bare thighs.

“You gonna let me in, sweetheart?” He rasped, gaze flicking back up to your face as he shifted his stance ever-so-slightly.

You smiled shyly and stepped aside, getting a whiff of that fucking cologne that was probably way out of your paygrade as he stepped aside and toed his shoes off by the door. From what you’d seen from team dinners and after-mission drinks, that sleek black card of his never declined. You shut the door behind him, shifting your weight from foot to foot as he seemed to take in your modest apartment and decor, an extension of your personality. “I really did not mean to send that to you,” you broke the silence first, looking down at your painted toes pressed against the linoleum.

He chuckled deeply, waving a hand to dismiss your anxiety as he turned back to face you. “It was a surprise, I’ll admit,” he started, taking a step towards you. His eyes searched yours, checking for the sobriety you’d slowly gained while waiting for him before he let his hands reach for your waist. He gripped tightly, warm and calloused hands brushing over the lace peeking out from your sweatshirt before he pulled you into him.

Your lower stomach brushed over his bulge, feeling the twitch underneath warm fabric as he hissed lowly from the contact. He tilted his head down and to the side, dark bangs falling over his hooded and slightly age-lined eyes as he peered down at you. “But, I wouldn’t say it wasn’t welcome.”

You blushed, heart thumping and slick hole fluttering as your chest brushed into his. You could feel his breath fanning over your face, catching the hint of whiskey underneath spearmint from that gum he always carried around. You hesitated before reaching your arms up, letting them cross loosely behind his neck. “Really?” Your voice hindered on a whisper, tinged with shyness and budding arousal.

“Mhm,” he half-groaned, slipping his hands to your ass and cupping, fingers dimpling the swell of flesh he’d spent too much time staring at every time you walked by his office or crouched out in the field. He kneaded against you, lustfully gazing into your eyes before he slowly leaned down.

Your mouth met his, an embarrassingly needy moan leaving your lips as you felt his warm, slightly-chapped lips brushing against yours. It started simple, lingering pecks and soft touching before he grew more eager, teeth sinking into your plump bottom lip before he sucked it into his mouth. He released it with a pop, letting out a harsh breath as he dove back in for more. His tongue slipped in through the soft part courtesy of your needy panting, flicking against your tongue in sloppy thrusts.

You let him overpower your mouth, melting and whining as he continued to grip and fondle your bottom, jolting when a firm hand struck your right cheek. He rubbed the blossoming handprint, sucking on your tongue as you willingly lolled it out for him. The makeout had bordered on messy and desperate, his lips shiny with saliva as it dribbled down your chin. When he finally pulled away for air, he swiped the wetness away with the rough pad of his thumb.

“Such a messy girl, already,” Leon husked, eyes simmering dark and intense. “Who knew the little rookie was so needy, huh?”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, splitting off into a tremble in your thighs. You fought hard to stay alert, pulling all tactics you’d learned in the Academy as you tried to keep from slipping right into that syrupy, warm buzz of a headspace. Your skills failed you, hips lurching forward to grind desperately against him. “Mhm,” you moaned, repeating his earlier grunt in such a needy and submissive tone, it drove him fucking wild.

He growled lowly, teeth gritting as the throbbing in his cock only kickstarted, watching your eyes glaze over and widen like a doe’s. Leon let his hands slip down below your ass, one tapping against the back of your thigh in a coax.

You listened obediently, hopping up as he easily lifted you with those strong arms, pushing your legs back to wrap around his waist. His nose slotted against yours as you leaned forward, curling into him as he felt your wetness through your panties and the thin fabric of his undershirt. “Good girl,” he grunted, taking a moment to watch your face flush and lips quiver. He turned, holding you up with ease as you took the moment to run your fingers over the exposed, tanned skin of his veiny arms.

“Where’s your bedroom, baby girl,” he leaned in to whisper against the shell of your ear, drawing out another whimper from your lips and shiver of your body.

“Second door down the hall,” you let out breathlessly, feeling his breath fan over the sensitive part of your neck as you dug your nails into his flesh.

He hummed in appreciation of the sting, turning on his heel as he carried you through the living room and into the hall, finding the open door of your bedroom. Leon let you down gently against the mattress once his shins brushed your footboard, bracketing his arms beside your head as he leaned over your body. “So fucking sexy,” he whispered, dipping his head down to kiss your neck. “Making me s’ fucking hard.” His words rumbled against your flesh, causing your hips to buck up against his pelvis.

You were panting hard, choked up with arousal and tongue fat in your mouth like it didn’t belong. You couldn’t think over the heat and needy thoughts swirling around your fuzzy head, using the last bit of restraint you had to keep from babbling out pleas to fuck you already.

Leon was dead-set on taking his time with you, however. Tongue sliding out of his mouth to taste your skin like a barrel-aged liquor, savoring the slight salt of your skin and natural aroma that made his headspin. Even as he latched on, teeth nipping at the spot beneath your ear that made you whine, he couldn’t help himself but to thrust his hips against your clothed pussy. He’d managed to shift the thin fabric, spreading slick against your thigh as part of your glistening cunt was exposed.

He pulled away from your neck and leaned up to grasp the hem of your sweatshirt, giving a tug against the fabric. You untangled your arms from behind his neck, raising them up for him to pull it off of you and toss it somewhere behind him. He groaned, looking down at your breasts threatening to spill from the lacy top, able to see your peaked nipples under the shifting mesh. His gaze trailed down, over your soft stomach and down to the cheeky-cut panties he wanted to tear off right then and there. “Fuck me,” he mumbled to himself, pushing his bangs back and out of his eyes to see you better.

All those days and nights of watching you move around, whether in business attire or your tactical pants in the field, and here you were. A gift from Heaven, wrapped in lace and soft to the touch. He reached down, adjusting his leaking cock beneath his sweats for a brief moment of relief. You looked so pretty, hands still above your head and crossed at the wrists, naturally submissive and ready for him. He ran his hands down, fingers feathering over your hard nipples and down your ribs to your stomach. Leon grasped the flesh, dragging his palms down over your waist and hips until they settled right at the crease in your thighs.

You shivered at his touch, lips parting as you let out a soft little breath. Your pupils were blown, nearly swallowing the entirety of your eyes as you looked up at him. He’d barely touched you, and you were already dripping from your cunt to the underside of your ass with arousal. A sharper gasp left when he roughly gripped the outside of your thighs, pulling them away from his hips and pushing them aside.

His gazed dropped right to your heat, sucking in a breath at the way you lips had started to swallow the gusset of your panties. “Such a pretty pussy,” he whispered, timbre tones deeper than normal and a slight growl in his words. It had you clenching around nothing as he took a step back, dropping to his knees before the bed. He pulled you closer, hips hanging off the bed as your cunt lined up with his mouth. He looked up at you through dark, heavy lashes as he leaned his head in.

“Oh, fuck,” you whimpered, head rolling back as he licked a strip up your slit. He didn’t even bother pulling your panties off yet, getting enough of your taste from the soaked fabric barely covering you. You shuddered from his second lick, leaning up on your elbows to watch him eagerly.

“Taste so good, pretty baby,” he grunted, nipping at your clit through your panties and earning a soft squeal from you. One hand slipped away from your thigh to tug two fingers under the cloth, tugging it to the side and exposing you to the cool air of your bedroom. He made up for it with his mouth, sucking your clit in with a lewd slurp. He rolled it between his lips, humming as he felt your hips squirm against his face.

You were already so sensitive, bud swollen and tender to the touch. He released you with a pop, breathing deeply through his nose as he licked up against you again. Leon’s tongue was hot and flat, covering the expanse of the simmering flesh between your folds. Your mewls only urged him on, taking turns sucking at your outer lips before he dipped his head down further. You cried out, feeling his tongue fuck into your sopping hole without warning.

“Oh my god,” you whined out, grabbing fistfuls of the covers beneath you. “Leon.” Your voice was high and airy, filling in the hot space lingering between your floor and ceiling.

He hummed against you, eyes fluttering closed as he continued to thrust his tongue in and out of you, causing you to twitch and whimper with each pass. He pulled away, dark eyes meeting yours from between your thighs. “That’s not my name,” he mumbled gruffly, gripping your thigh with a bruising clench.

You looked down at him, heat flooding from your toes to your practically smooth brain, lips trembling with a threat of a moan. “Daddy,” you finally let the moan free, grinding your pussy back against his face with a heady urge.

His nails dug into your sensitive flesh, another aroused grunt leaving his lips as he dove right back in. “Good fucking girl,” he whispered hotly against you before he zoned in on your clit once more. Slurping against you and moaning from just your taste, he swore he’d cum right then and there hearing your airy whines and babbling whimpers of daddy and strings of curses. He got tired of holding your panties to the side, pulling away to eye the fabric. “Hope this wasn’t expensive,” he huffed before both hands grasped the mesh. He pulled once, harsh tug causing the fabric to tear with a loud rip followed by your moan of surprise. Leon slipped his hand up further, tearing the side resting onto your hip until it fell loosely against the bed. He pulled it out from under you, tucking it into his pocket like a prize.

Laying your head back against the bed again, you took in a breath to soothe your pounding heart. It had no use, considering you were arching up just seconds later when two fingers plunged inside of you and immediately curled upwards. You practically sat up, legs spread with your feet planted against the wooden frame of your bed. Leon’s tongue circled your clit, occasionally suckling against it as he continued to fuck his fingers into you. Your moans were uncontrollable, falling out with each breath as he pressed the pads of his fingers against your spongy insides.

“Daddy,” you squeaked out, legs trembling as the pressure and quickness of his fingers carried you much faster towards your release than you’d expected. Your all-consuming arousal and the lingerance of alcohol in your system wasn’t helping, either. “G’nna come-”

“Lemme hear it, baby,” he huffed out, only pulling away for a second before he went right back to slurpring against your clit, fingers squelching in and out of you at an unforgiving pace. He watched your every move, carefully studying your facial expressions until he pinned down the exact spot that sent you flying over the edge.

You let out a wail, hands flying down to grip into his hair as your legs shook so hard the bed creaked. Your breath slipped from your lungs, sucked out from the sheer force of a much needed orgasm that had your eyes shutting so tight you saw nebulas behind your eyelids. He continued to finger you through it, deep and warm words praising you softly as he let go of your clit. When you were finally finished and had released the iron grip on his hair, he grasped the bedframe to pull himself up onto his feet again with a huff.

You fell back against the bed once more, choking down breaths through shaky whimpers as he smiled down at you, pleased with himself that he still had it after all those years.

His light stubble against his chin was a tinge darker, coated with your release along with his swollen lips. He reached for his own shirt, pulling it over his head with crossed arms as he dropped it to the floor. Leon kept watching you, drinking in the way your face burned and your chest rose and fell with each shaky breath. He yanked his sweatpants and both boxers down in one swift tug, letting them fall around his legs and kicking them off to the side. He pulled his socks off last, standing before you completely naked.

You gave a weak moan at the sight, letting your eyes fall over the toned body, years of muscle rippling with every slight movement and littered with scars that only added to the allure. Had he not been a federal agent, he could’ve been on the front cover of some magazine you’d stop to gawk at in the grocery store. You leaned up, looking down the toned stomach to the light happy trail leading down to a neatly trimmed bush of darker pubic hair between his toned hips.

His cock kicked under your gaze, drawing your eyes right to it. You bit your lip, eyes widening minutely at the sheer thickness. Veiny, girthy, and cut, it was definitely the largest you’d ever seen and were now about to take. His tip was such a pretty shade of red, only a tint darker than his lips and shining with precum. God, even his balls made your fucked-out brain coo at the sight. You couldn’t believe this was what was always hiding beneath those straight-fit jeans and thigh-hugging tactical pants.

“Like what you see?” He chuckled, noticing your blissed-out expression and bitten lip as you eye-fucked to Hell and back.

You nodded, eagerly pulling off that lacy bralette and scooting further up on the bed. You cooed as he followed, eyes locked on you like a predator sizing up his prey as he crawled onto the bed and

over you. He caged you in again, pushing your hair away to gaze down at your beautiful face.

“I’ve wanted this ever since you walked through that damn door,” Leon grumbled, grabbing one of your legs to hook over his hip. He leaned his weight down on an elbow, face hovering just inches above yours. “Showing up everyday in those slutty little outfits, hoping I’d look at you.”

You swallowed thickly, mumbling a moan as you tilted your chin up for a kiss. He obliged, pressing a lingering peck and sharing the tang of your release still coating his lips. “Wanted you so bad, daddy,” you whimpered, flustering up as he simpered down at you in response. “Thought you didn’t want me back.”

He shushed you, cupping your face in his hand momentarily as he dragged his thumb over your lips. “‘Course I wanted you,” Leon huffed, pulling your bottom lip to expose the row of teeth before it let it pop back into place. “Pretty little baby making my job so damn hard. Can’t focus on anything with your ass around me.”

You let out a bubbling moan, leaning your head to the side as another wave of heat coursed through your body. Just like that, you were soaking wet and ready for him all over again.

He took notice, letting go of your face to trail his hand between the two of you to curl around his dick, encroaching the line of painfully hard. He pumped himself a few times, teeth gritting at his own sensitivity. Leon could only hope that he’d last long enough to make this the best experience you’d ever have. “Been wanting to cream this pussy so bad,” he lowly rasped out, tapping his tip firmly against your sensitive clit before slipping it down through your folds, lubricating himself with your wetness.

You moaned out, falling right back into your previous state of mind as his words had more and more of an effect on you. “Want it so bad, daddy,” you pleaded, wiggling underneath him to line your tight entrance up with his fat tip.

He teased you, letting it push in slowly but barely before he pulled it back out. “Wanna hear you beg for it, baby girl,” he whispered huskily. “Tell daddy what you want.”

You caved instantly, having dreamt of this moment too many times to let it pass you by. It was almost ridiculous how fast you were blubbering, pouting and pleading like you were starved for him. “Please, please, pleaseee,” you whined out, grabby hands reaching up to clasp his shoulders, wiggling your hips up for any point of friction between your sexes. “I’ll be a good girl for it, promise-please, daddy..”

Leon smirked at your eagerness, taking a second to watch your watering eyes and pleading pout before he sunk in with a sharp thrust. He hissed as you gasped, both taking a second to grasp the sensations currently flooding your bodies as he gripped you tighter with each of your shudders. “So fucking tight,” he groaned out.

You mewled out, leg kicking slightly beside his waist as he stretched you out to your limit. You had to suck in deep breaths, gripping onto him for grounding before you’d float through the damn ceiling. “S’ big, daddy, fuck!” You were already digging your nails into him when he hadn’t even given you a full thrust yet.

He pulled his hips back, trembling over you as your walls clenched down on him like a vice, sucking him back in with the first slapping thrust of his hips into you. His grunt was nothing compared to your pornographic moan, nails pressing red crescents into his burning skin. He pulled back once more, beginning a steady rhythm of fucking into you as your headboard hit the wall with each thrust.

“Oh, fuck. Oh my god,” you whined out, leg tucking tighter around him as you angled your hips upwards, letting him hit deeper inside him. Your whines turned into cries as his tip kissed your womb with each thrust, going as hard to push you further up on the bed before he dragged you right back to him by your hip.

“Good girl, good fucking girl,” Leon growled out, leaning his head down to yours to catch your blubbering mouth against his in a sloppy kiss. You could hardly breathe, too busy moaning out into his mouth to even try and focus on his tongue right now. He kissed you as he pleased, grabbing your leg in the process and hooking it over his shoulder.

Practically sobbing out once he’d broken the kiss, nothing you said was coherent between shuddering gasps and high-pitched whines. Your entrance suctioned around him, sucking him right back in every time he pulled out in the slightest.

He couldn’t even speak, either. Completely pussydrunk and reduced to mere grunts and his own soft moans as he fucked your body deeper into the soft mattress. The air was thick, hot with sex and unwavering tension with only your whiny pitches and the lewd sound of skin slapping together every few seconds.

If you weren’t fucked out and slowly creeping into the second set of release, you may have taken a second to ponder the thought that you were finally fucking your boss, pinned underneath his muscular frame and screaming out ‘daddy’ like it was his God-given title. But of course, his fat cock bullying in and out of you, splitting you open over and over was the only thing left in your empty head.

“Gonna cum if you keep squeezing around me like that, shit,” Leon gasped out, leaning his head down to nip at your collarbone in an attempt to focus himself and keep from releasing what would probably be the biggest load he’d ever had. “Naughty fucking girl.”

You weren’t any better, already feeling that second climax boiling up in your womb as you couldn’t help but clench tighter around him, sobbing out in response to his loud moan that escaped him. “I can’t, I can’t,” you cried out with a shake of your head, too far gone to reel yourself back in. “It’s too much, I can’t!”

He grunted, pushing up to grasp your other thigh and wrangling your into a full mating press as he pounded you with a fervor he’d never had before. “Go on,” Leon hissed out, sweat dripping from the pointy end of his bangs and rolling down his neck. “Don’t be shy, come for daddy.”

“Ohh, god,” you squealed out, hands circling and finding his as he held your thighs to your chest, holding onto him as you let out a scream sure enough to wake your damn neighbors. Your back arched off the bed as you gushed around him, coating the base of his dick with another slick release.

“There you go,” he grunted out, chasing after his own release as he teetered on the edge. A few more pumps of his hips, and Leon tensed up on top of you. He bit down against the flesh of your shoulder, letting out a strained groan as his cock twitched deep inside of you. He painted your inner walls white, shooting thick ropes that seemed to fill you to the brink until he finally finished with a gasp.

You both stayed in that position, gasping for air and trying to come back to reality. Your heart was completely pounding, leaving you lightheaded and tingly all over as you stared up at the ceiling, completely satisfied and utterly spent.

Leon slowly pulled out of you with a tense hiss, leaning back on his shins as he watched his cum leak out of you and onto your comforter. He was panting, chest heaving as he smiled to himself.

You tilted your head down to look at him, skin flushed from your cheeks to your breasts as you wiped your forehead with the back of your hand. You sat in a comfortable silence as he laid down next to you, pulling you against his sweaty chest with a hand stroking your hair.

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head as you leaned into him, perfectly content with the sequence of events for tonight.

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MY LITTLE GIRL — leon kennedy

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summary: after moving towns, you feel a little homesick so pay a surprise visit to your parents. your dad's best friend and the man you've crushed on since you were a teen, leon s. kennedy has also conveniently decided to pay a visit.

warnings: nsfw, 18+ ONLY!!!, dom leon, female reader, reader is an adult but mentions of pedophilia, sir kink, oral, unprotected sex, creampie, age difference (20 years), lmk if ive missed any

notes: im sooo sorry but i couldn't get the idea out of my mind. writing leon as wanting to fuck a little girl was kinda... BFNDJSH but can't help my horny brain!!

You moved out of town a few months ago due to a job opportunity, but found yourself a little homesick these past few days. You missed your parents, and FaceTime calls just weren't cutting it anymore. And thus, you had a bright idea to surprise them with your visit.

You knocked on the door with a beaming smile on your face, heart thumping with excitement as you got ready to hug whichever parent opened the door.

As the door opened and you were about to extend your arms, you realised just who had opened the door. Your dad's best friend, Leon S. Kennedy.

Leon was some sort of government agent and ended up being gone for long periods at a time. You think the last time he saw you was a few years ago at your 18th birthday. He had acted… slightly off around you that day, so you were glad to see him again, hoping you could rekindle the way you two used to interact.

You first met him when you were 14… or maybe 15? From what you remember, your dad had invited Leon around for drinks, celebrating the fact he hadn't died on his last assignment. Whatever that meant. Leon couldn't talk about his job and neither could your dad, really. You didn't ask.

The both of you got on well. He had no kids of his own and therefore tended to treat you like an adult. You liked that. You loved the way he just talked to you normally, often not beating around the bush, but still keeping in mind you were 20 something years younger than him.

But the thing was… you totally developed a crush on him that first night. He was tall, handsome, and fit. He carried himself well. A truly respectable man. You always felt yourself get lost in his eyes, in his voice. The way he lay his hands on you whilst he spoke to you sometimes.

You became… slightly obsessed, but you tried not to be obvious. Always excited whenever Leon came round, always making sure you were home when he did. You'd ask your dad how he was and your mom teased just a little that you had a crush on him, but nothing concrete.

You'd hug him tightly when you did see him, and once he left, you couldn't help but make your way silently up to your room and touch yourself to the thought of him. Whispering his name as you imagine his fingers pleasuring you, or his cock inside your pussy. It made you feel disgusting, yet exhilarated, getting off to this man who saw you as nothing but a child.

"Leon?" your eyes widen and your mouth is agape. You stand still and all those feelings from your younger years come flooding back. The reason you couldn't keep a partner, couldn't let anyone else touch you stood in front of you after maybe years of not seeing him. He opens his arms, wrapping them around you.

"Hey, princess." He rests his chin on your head, making you flustered with the familiar nickname. "So grown up now, huh? Missed you." He pulls away.

"I heard you moved?" It's more rhetorical than anything. You both make your way into your parents' house. "I'm just here visiting, actually got some vacation time for once." You smile. You know he doesn't get much of that. He deserves it.

Your eyes fixate on his hands and you blush slightly, thinking of all the times you'd wished he'd wrap them around your neck or plunge his fingers inside you. "I got homesick." You smile, hoping he wouldn't notice your blush.

He raises an eyebrow and reaches out as though he's going to touch your face. Is he looking at your lips? Noooo, surely he's not-

"Angel!" Your dad exclaims and both you and Leon turn to face him. "Honey, our sweet girl is here to visit!" He shouts to get your mom's attention.

"Hi! I just dropped by to see my lovely mom and my favorite old man!" You gesture playfully to your dad at the mention of the latter. "Just wasn't expecting my second favorite old man to be here too!" You nudge Leon and he laughs, half annoyed.

"Watch it, kid." He playfully points a finger. "Wouldn't want me to start giving you a total dad lecture, huh?" You're not sure why that makes your pussy clench, but something about him being all authoritative with you… oh you really shouldn't think about this now. So, you laugh it off.

Soon enough you're having a big family reunion. You apologise for intruding on your dad's catch up with Leon, but both men shrug. They're both happy to see you.

You can't shake the way Leon eyes you down. He's probably just surprised at how much you've grown, like he said he was. Just not used to seeing you all… uh, womanly. But you're not here to focus on Leon, you remind yourself. You're here for your parents.

Time flies and unfortunately, due to your unannounced visit, your parents have to leave. They planned a date at an expensive restaurant. Having already put the deposit down, it was only fair they got to go. You say your goodbyes, knowing you'll have to head home now anyway. The trains weren't running tomorrow and the last service was in an hour or so.

Everyone heads out together: your parents drive off and Leon walks over to his motorcycle with you by his side. "It was great to see you again." He smiles gently, speaking softly. He places both his hands on your arms and rubs them up and down. "I can't believe how grown you are." He's not making eye contact, he's fully focused on your body. His hands slip down until he's holding your waist. You gasp, he pulls away and clears his throat.

"You've grown up well. Grown into that attitude of yours." He laughs cheekily. You can still feel his touch lingering. You subconsciously edge closer to him. "But that's okay, I like how feisty you are." His eyes finally meet yours, his pupils wide. You swallow and lick your lips. You say nothing, his lips are open like he's about to continue

"But, you always were beautiful. From the moment I first saw you-" You freeze and look at him confused. Does he mean what you think he means? Is it bad that you wish he does mean that?

"Sorry." he leans against the wall.

"No-" you reach out and press a hand to his shoulder. "Tell me." He groans.

"Don't think your dad would appreciate me telling you what I really think of his little girl." He looks away, but you follow the way his head moves, your gaze challenging him. He huffs and continues. "Loved the way you'd get so flustered around me. I noticed all the times you'd dress up when you knew I was coming over."

He removes your hand from his shoulder and places his own on your cheek. "I had this little baby doll, putting herself in these tight little outfits with these short little skirts all for me." Little.

You feel yourself getting aroused, wetness dripping into your panties as he speaks. "I tried coming over as much as possible, just to see what you'd wear for me next time. Couldn't help myself one time… snuck into your room and stole a pair of your pretty little panties and took them home with me." He brushes hair out of your face as you let out a soft moan at his words. "Funny, huh? I was just some dirty old man milking myself with a little girl's panties. My best friend's little girl - his only daughter." You're throbbing at his words. You think you remember a pair going missing. Pretty pink ones. They were your favorite, but knowing where they had gone? You fail to be mad over it.

Thinking about it, you think a few of your clothes had gone missing…

"I used to touch myself to the thought of you… After you'd come over." You admit, face bright red, stomach aching with shame after telling him that. Despite that, you continue. "Always wished my fingers were yours. Every time I touched myself…"

You don't remember him being so close to you. "I still do." You whimper and Leon's heard enough. He picks you up and places you on his motorcycle.

"I'm gonna take you to my place, okay?" He whispers as he climbs onto the vehicle in front of you. "I'll drive you home in the morning, don't worry. Hold on tight."

You do and he speeds off. He doesn't live far, maybe 20 minutes away. During the drive, you can't help but press your nose into him and take in his scent. You couldn't contain yourself.

You arrive at his home and he fucking carries you in. Him and his stupidly attractive strength. He carries you all the way upstairs and places you gently on his bed. "You ever fucked an older man before, baby?" You shake your head and he growls. "Only stupid little boys, huh? Ones that don't know how to pleasure a woman? Two pump chumps?" He laughs low and it's sexy. If even just the way he laughs in bed in sexy… you're fucked. You don't reply, your mind is clouded with arousal and he starts to undress you, carefully unbuttoning your shirt.

"Been wanting to do this for so long. It's so wrong, but I just wanted to fuck that cute little girl. That pretty doll who'd dress up for me. Wanted to take your virginity, be the one to stretch out my doll's cunt, first." He fully removes your shirt and starts playing with your tits from over your bra. Your nipples are hard and sensitive, you gasp whenever he grazes over them.

"You're about to." You moan out and you feel Leon begin to fully grope your tits. "Never… done this before." His gaze noticeably darkens and he smirks.

"Oh fuck baby, saving yourself for me?" You nod. That's exactly what you'd been doing. "Wanna play dress up for me, doll? Like you used to?"

He doesn't wait for your response before pulling away from you and opening one of his drawers. He pulls out a cute outfit, clothes you'd 'lost' years ago. A tight white frilly tank top, a pink tennis skirt, white thigh highs and those damn panties.

"Sorry baby, couldn't help myself." He chuckles. "Come on, let's get you out of those big girl clothes. Let's get you looking like my little girl." You clench around nothing.

You get up off the bed and go to grab the frilly tank top, but you're interrupted. "Bra off." Leon demands, his eyes watching you like a predator watching their prey.

Your chest has grown significantly since you last wore this top. Fuck. Your tits were gonna spill out and he knew that. You comply, unclasping your bra and taking it off, not breaking eye contact with you.

"Perfect." He licked his lips, reaching into his pants and pulling his big, hard cock out. He slowly starts to jerk himself off as you put on a show.

You pull the top over your head and - lo and behold - your tits barely fit. Leon moans as his thumbs over his cock head, precum spilling over his fingers. Next you remove your jeans and once they're off, you have a bright idea. You turn around - not facing Leon anymore - and bend over, nearly folding yourself, giving him a nice view of your ass and the wet spot in your panties. Your grown up panties. Not the cute little ones he's going to have you wear. You pull them down, gasping as the air hits your dripping cunt.

Leon mumbles something about how gorgeous your cunt is, you can't really understand him. You pull the pretty pink panties up your legs. How many times has he cum into these? You throb at the thought.

Next you pull on the skirt, which is way too short to be practical. Leon can see your ass cheeks in these. Finally, the thigh highs are pulled on, hugging your skin. You don't miss the way Leon's cock is twitching at the sight of you.

"There's my little girl." He lets himself go, unsatisfied but saving himself for when he's inside you. He leans in and kisses you, hard and rough. You squeeze your thighs together and grab onto his shoulders. "On the bed, princess."

You honest to God feel like you really are one. "Don't think you're ready for my cock yet." You whine out, quickly turning into a yelp as you feel him slap you across the face. "Good girls behave and do exactly as I say. I have zero tolerance for brats." You're clenching repeatedly around nothing, you need him to touch you… or at the very least slap you again. "Oh - fuck - princess, did you like that?"

You nod and he slaps you again. This time you only moan. "Use your words."

"Yes." You whine.

"Good girl. But, I still have to train you good." He speaks low. "It's yes, sir." You moan again. "Let's try that out, okay?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good, now. What you want?"

"You, sir."

Leon chuckles. "Now you're getting it. But not yet, okay? Have a surprise for you." He leans over and pulls a wand vibrator out of his bedside table. "I want you to cum in those pretty panties just like I did, okay?"

"Okay, sir." You moan out, gasping as you feel the pressure on your clit. He hasn't even turned the damn thing on yet. He massages the vibrator into you, dampening your panties.

"Is my princess ready?" Leon's free hand reaches for your neck, but without pressure.

"Yes, sir. Please." You buck your hips up as soon as he turns it on. You start whining immediately, obsessed with the way it sends pleasure rippling through your body. You grip the bed sheets, but it's not enough. You can't help but start to claw at the arm holding your neck.

"Need me to stop?" He asked, tenderly. You try to reply but you just moan and shake your head.

"More, please." You need him to fucking choke you.

"Please what?"

"Please, sir. Choke me." His cock twitches and he complies, turning up the vibration in turn.

The stimulation from your clit and the pressure around your throat has you feeling dazed, lightheaded. You can't ignore the way pressure builds up throughout your whole body. You're going to cum, you can feel it. You're going to cum hard. But, something doesn't feel…

"Oh fuck Leon- Sir- I'm gonna-" You cry out as you feel yourself release into your panties. You cum and squirt, soaking them as you grind into the vibrator, riding out your wet fucking orgasm.

Leon groans. "Did my little girl make a mess for me?" He puts the vibrator away and teases your wet, clothed cunt with his fingers. "Such a dirty girl, hm?"

You can't reply, all you can do is pant. You didn't even know you could squirt. You're not sure how to describe it, but the way you know you're all fucked out and pathetic, laying in a damp spot of your own cum just continues to turn you on.

You're so glad Leon isn't done with you.

He sweetly asks to remove your panties, and takes them off once you give him permission. He thrusts into them a few times, gathering your squirt on his leaking cock. You're still dazed, but moan at the way he gets himself off using the panties you just came into.

Leon doesn't let himself get too carried away though. He undresses himself and begins to line himself up in front of your cunt, your skirt still on. "Let me know when you're ready, princess."

You take a few deep breaths and give him the go ahead, begging him to be gentle. He pushes in slowly and the stretch burns but it burns good. You whine as he bottoms out. "How does that feel, baby? How does my cock feel buried deep inside you?" You don't really have to answer, because the way you clench around him does all the talking, but you don't wanna test him.

"So good, sir… Please, move." Leon complies and starts thrusting in and out of you at a sweet pace. He grips your hips and pulls you closer. You're sensitive from your last orgasm, but it doesn't hurt. There's a slight burn from the size of his cock and the overstimulation, but it's rather delicious.

"If your old man could only see the way I'm fucking you right now…" Leon moans out. "Bet he'd be mortified at the way I'm treating his little girl."

He licks his lips and caresses your sides. "My little girl now, yeah? Look at you. All fucked out, pathetic. Whimpering underneath me. Going behind your dear father's back and letting his best friend fuck you like this."

"But I guess it's me who's the dirty one, yeah? Having you dress up for me like a little girl, just so I can have the satisfaction of fucking that fucking kid I wanted so bad." His voice, the way he speaks to you has you clenching around him.

"I wanted to fuck you then, I wanna fuck you now. Promise, I'll fuck you like the woman you are soon, but for now… God, just let me fuck this tight little girl pussy, okay?"

You can't hold it anymore. Leon's words throw you over the edge as you claw into his back. You cum around him, and as you clench around him, he bottoms out again, cock twitching as he releases inside you.

You feel weak, you're aching and you whine as he pulls out, both your releases dripping out into your skirt. You're panting. Leon's panting. He lays down beside you and pulls you close.

"Did so well for me baby." Your chests are rising and falling fast. "Sorry. For all of that. Just got carried away."

"Please don't apologise… Loved it so much." You squeeze your eyes shut as you feel your vision starting to blur. Leon gets up, fetches you wipes and cleans you up gently, knowing how overstimulated you must be.

"Let's talk about it in the morning, okay? But for now… Let's rest." He suggests and you nod.

"Good idea. I'm gonna- I'm gonna take these off. They're all, like, a size too small now." You say, pulling your thigh highs off, followed by Leon pulling your tank top over your head.

He passes you one of his t-shirts and a pair of his boxers. "You're gonna look even littler in those." He laughs, pulling you close once you're all dressed.

You feel safe in his arms.

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