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lulualuana · 2 months ago

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Chains

Older Boyfriend!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader

synopsis: Leon looks damn good with a chain on and you're not afraid to let him know you think that

content warnings: MDNI!, reader is feral, a little (lot) self-indulgent, older leon, Leon's kinda whipped but so are you, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap that thing yall!), creampie

word count: 3k+

notes: I started writing and didn't stop ( i really like chains, can you tell) since this is 'fic lengthed' i guess this counts as my first real fic.. woooo

enjoy?

Leon was never a jewelry kind of guy. It always proved a liability on missions, and being honest, he was the type to lose a ring if he had one.

However, after begrudgingly retiring (something about being too old and past his working prime, whatever the fuck that is), he has since broadened his horizons. After an overly long debate over whether silver or gold suited his skin tone, he settled for a simple silver ring, barely noticeable yet stylish. So very him. He thought that was all he needed.

And then he met you. Sweetest girl he's ever had the fortune of fucking and turning into his girlfriend, and you loved jewelry, had a door sized organizer for just the amount of earrings you owned. A little obsessive, but cute he supposes.

While he marveled at how much jewelry you owned, you marveled at how little he had. So much wasted potential, or so you said. In your words exactly, he ‘could’ve broken a lot more hearts in his youth if he had his ears pierced or a chain’. He wasn’t particularly sure if that was a compliment or not, but he took it as one.

Given that, it was no surprise that on your one year anniversary, you shoved a little green box in his hands, smiling wide when he blinked at you. "Open it," was all you said, and so he did. A simple silver chain rested in the box, a gift from you to him. You told him now he can break your heart, even if he’s not young anymore. (Of course this was followed by a warning of being castrated if he actually did break your heart) It warmed his little old heart. You could've given him trash and he still would've swooned, really, but he liked it.

What he didn’t expect was just how much you liked it, and boy did you like it.

There was something almost feral about how you got once he put on that chain. It scared him a little… You hung around him more, both literally and figuratively. You were in his personal bubble a lot more than you used to be and that was saying something, your eyes lingering on him a touch longer than they used to. He swore he saw your eyes sparkling once or twice while he had it on.

He recalls two specific instances that made it obvious you just maaaaybe had a thing for chains. Aside from the fact that you littered his neck with hickies that same night right along where the chain sat…

The first being the one morning he finally decided he needed to shave a little. A certain someone was complaining and crying about beard burn so it was time for a full shave. He had taken the chain off for a while, laid it down on his bedside table to be put back on once he was clean shaven. He thought nothing of it until you came into the bathroom to grab something, full-on stopping and staring at him for a disturbingly long minute. You were more so staring at his neck, actually..

"Where is it?" You asked, to which Leon raised an eyebrow at you in the reflection of the mirror. "Where's what, angel?" He asked back, turning his attention back to himself as he shaved off the last patch of stubble on his jaw.

"Your chain," you specified, stepping closer to Leon and circling him, a furrow between your brows as you inspected his neck a little too closely. "Where is it?"

He catches you by the cheeks in your flurry, squeezing you playfully before letting you go and bending over to wash away the excess shaving cream on his face. “By the bed,” he answers casually, humming over the sound of the running water. “Didn’t want to get a bunch of hair in it. Why?” You don’t answer, lips quirked into an odd pout while you grabbed what you initially came for. “I like it better when it’s on,” you mumbled as you walked back out, Leon giving you a sort of odd look on the way.

He didn’t think much of it because right after he was done he put it back on and your peace seemed restored, but he should’ve known. No normal person pouts over a chain being off for no more than 30 minutes, right? He decided to brush it off until the second incident. The one that practically forced the truth down his throat.

You had come home late after being out with your friends. Leon decided to kick back and relax with a movie on while he waited up for you. You told him you were having a few drinks and he wanted to make sure he was awake to take care of you if needed. Like a good boyfriend should.

He was all nice and comfy with his arm stretched over the back of the couch when you came in, toeing off your heels and immediately letting down your hair from the cute style you had it in before as you wandered over to where Leon was, flopping down onto the couch beside him. “‘m so sick of going out, I want to stay in for the rest of my life,” you grumbled, resting your head on his shoulder.

He chucked in response, combing his fingers through your hair to smooth it out a little. “You could never be a homebody, angel. You’d go insane within the first hour.” You frown a little before shutting your eyes, deciding that not responding makes his statement less true than it really was.

Your lack of a response only makes him laugh more, his hand leaving your hair to instead pinch your cheek. “Not answering because you know I’m right, huh? You’re lucky you’re cute.” You laugh along with him this time, swatting his hand away from your cheek and opening your eyes just to glare at him despite the wide smile on your face. “Or what? What would you do if I wasn’t cute?”

Leon hums, tilting his head side to side in deep thought. “I don’t know.. Probably kick you out,” he jokes, the smile on his face growing wider when you gasp in mock offense. You playfully swat at his chest as he laughs, laughing with him. “You’d kick me out just because I didn’t answer you? Oh, you’re evil.” You’re still laughing when he pulls you in against his chest, his own laughter rumbling through his chest and into you. “You say that like you have a problem with it, angel.”

“Whatever,” is your final response as you both settle into comfort, the TV providing good background noise for the peace that fell over the both of you. You both take the time to appreciate everything around you. The coziness of the apartment, the warmth of Leon beside you, the glimmer of the chain around his neck….

Leon is jolted from the peace when he feels you, glancing down to catch a glimpse of your finger tracing against the links of the chain around his neck. He can’t help the mildly amused huff that escapes him as he leans his head back against the back of the couch, looking at your face with a single raised eyebrow and a hint of a smile on his lips. “What are you doing, angel?”

You shrug, giving a noncommittal hum. "I dunno'.." Your eyes jump up to his face and then back down to where your finger was. He would’ve believed in the act of nonchalance if not for the deep inhale you take and the way you chew the inside of your cheek, clearly feeling something.

The reaction is enough for Leon to reach up, grabbing you by the cheeks and forcing your gaze onto his. “Alright, what is it? You and this damn chain.” He squeezes your cheeks until your lips pucker, shaking you a little. “You’d think it was your boyfriend and not me with how you act.”

You manage a little frown on your lips at his squeezing, looking off to the side in a sort of flustered avoidance. “I like it,” you answer a little too simply. You glance back over at Leon when you receive silence at your confession, and the look on his face makes you roll your eyes, your frown a lot more like a cute little pout now. “You look really hot with a chain on, okay? Like ‘I can’t help looking at you, and I feel hot everywhere’ kind of hot. Like ‘Victorian man seeing an ankle for the first time’ kind of hot.”

Despite expecting some form of that answer, Leon was still surprised to hear you tell him how you felt about the chain and more surprised to hear that you liked it that much. “Really?” He asks, the skepticism in his voice making your nose scrunch. “Yes really,” you huff, dropping your hand away from its spot on his neck thinking he was poking fun at you.

He already knew what was going through your head. You probably thought that he thought you were weird for it, when in reality it was a little bit of an ego boost.

He clicks his tongue, squeezing your cheeks in a silent demand for your attention again. “Look at me, angel.” When you obey and look his way he gives you a straightfaced look. “It’s cute. You liking this stupid chain that much? That’s real cute, maybe even a little hot. Don’t go thinking you’re weird for something like that.” When you don’t seem to believe his words he sighs, tilting his head.

“Remember that date where we went ice skating and you wore your hair down and those cute heart hoops? I don’t think I’ve ever popped a boner that fast in my life, angel. Seriously.” That manages to pull a smile from you and he smiles back at you, squeezing your cheeks once more before finally letting go of you. “I promise it's mostly normal to like jewelry on someone. Don’t go getting all shy over it.”

You blow out a little huff of air, your hand returning to its place now that your fears of being shamed for your obsession have been curbed. You purse your lips, rubbing the chain back and forth between your fingers. “I don’t just like jewelry on someone. I like jewelry on you. I wouldn’t be this crazy over just anyone.”

Now that boosts Leon’s ego real bad. His smile grows wider as he leans in, pressing his lips against yours in a fleeting kiss. “You really are too cute.”

He hums when you lean back in, pressing back forward for a longer and deeper kiss. He can taste something sweet on your tongue though he’s not sure if it's the drinks you had, the lip gloss you had on or just you in general. Probably all three. He didn't care.

It’s not long before his hand snakes back up, threading into your hair to pull you closer to him. He doesn’t seem to be the only who craves less space between you two as he feels you tugging him closer by the cursed chain. That warms his blood in a way he can’t explain, making him groan against your lips as his tongue slips out into the kiss, licking into your mouth with a slow and precise kind of hunger, the kind that makes your stomach twist and your thighs press together to try and relieve the growing ache down there.

You don’t get much relief when his other hand comes into play, curling under your thigh to pull them apart and pull you over onto his lap. His hand falls from your hair, settling on your other thigh as he tugs you closer, pulling you until you can feel the stiffness of his cock through his sweatpants.

It seems only natural to grind your hips down into his, giving yourself a preview of what was to come in very little time it seemed. The feeling makes you twitch and tense up, Leon’s hips canting up into the stimulation as he groans into your mouth, finally pulling away so you both don’t suffocate before the real fun can start.

His hand slithers up under the skirt you chose to wear that night (thank god for easy access) as he pulls back to look at you. The way you lick your kiss-slicked lips and stare back at him with those hazy eyes drives him insane. His free hand lifts to drag down his mouth as his eyes roll back before returning to you, half-lidded and wanting. “Fuck, angel. You’re killing me, looking at me like that.”

He’s all for showing his appreciation for how good you look too, his hand under your skirt moving until his fingers brush against your panties, rubbing you over your panties once, twice, before his thumb slips beneath the fabric, the tip of his thumb rubbing slow, tight circles around your clit. “All wet like this just from a little kissing? How’d I get a girl like you, hm? How’d I get so lucky?” You answer his words with a delicate moan and a buck of your hips, your back arching from the stimulation to your already throbbing clit.

“Leon, c’mon..” You whine a little, turned on far too much in too short of a time for him to just tease you the way he was. The pressure wasn’t enough, and god he looked too fucking good. Sitting there, his face all flushed as he struggled to decide whether his hungry gaze should stay on your face or if he should lift up your skirt and watch your pussy drool all over his sweatpants with your need. And to top it all off, when your eyes followed that familiar path down, it found his chain, resting perfect and taunting against his chest. It made you burn from the inside out.

“Relax, angel. I know what you need. You know I’ll give it to you,” Leon murmurs, kissing the corner of your mouth, not quite doing anything more that would show he’s going to honor his words. Now that won’t do for you. You’ve never been the most patient girl in the world. You let one hand settle on his chest as the other reaches down, tugging his sweatpants down. Despite his urgency to wait, he’s complacent in lifting his hips to aid you, letting you pull until his cock springs free, slapping against his stomach lewdly. The sight reignites the need inside you that never died out in the first place.

You can’t stop yourself from reaching out, wrapping your hand around him and running your thumb through the precum beading at the tip. It makes him hiss, his thumb stuttering in its motion over your clit, his hand gripping your hip instead. You revel in his reaction, at the way more precum spills for you. That brief second of teasing seemed to be just enough to convince Leon to change his mind about waiting, because he’s pulling you closer instantly with murmured words of ‘c’mon, angel’, pulling your panties to the side as you follow, lifting until you can line yourself up with him. He pulls you into another kiss as you notch his tip against your cunt and sink down, both of you groaning in unison for different reasons.

For Leon, nothing feels better than sinking into you and he’ll stand by that for the rest of his life. The way your warm walls welcome him in with a tight squeeze feels like home, feels so disastrously good. For you, the way Leon fills you up feels like an invasion, feels too intimate despite the circumstances. It steals your breath, the way his dick fills and presses up against every single crevice and leaves you with nothing but him. You both have to sit with the feeling for a minute, drinking in the feeling like you do every time you have sex.

You share a kiss, Leon's lips moving languidly against yours as you feel him twitch within you. He breaks away to breathe, panting as he rests his forehead against yours. His hands massage your hips gently and the squeeze you give in response spurs him to shallowly buck his hips into yours, watching intently at the way your jaw drops with a whine that shoves itself between your own panting. A ghost of a smile curves at his lips at the noise, and he does it again, using his grip on your hips to put a little more force behind it.

He’s quick to pick up a deep rhythm, reveling in the whines and moans you spill for him. “Mmn.. fuck,” you gasp when he angles his hips a little, body going rigid in his arms. You arch as you feel one of his hands slide up your back, the other staying taut at your waist to keep you grounded as he begins to work his hips a little faster, your body bouncing off of his with little hitched whines from your lips as you feel him bullying into you so good. “Le-on-”

“Mhm, I know, angel, I know. It feels good, huh?” He murmurs, his voice taut from his own pleasure, from the effort he’s using to fuck into that spot that makes you go limp and see stars. You nod a little too fast and a little too much, feeling too good to care that you might look a little like a bobble head. “So good, so fucking good.” Your response has Leon biting his lip, undoubtedly a lot harder and trying to bite down the satisfied grin that wants to spread on his face. He feels smug making his girl feel so good.

He shifts his grip, his hands settle on your hips, leaning you back so he can see the look of bliss on your face, see the way your eyes cross when he drives his hips up and pulls yours down in unison, see the way your tits bounce from his thrusts when he pulls your shirt up. He’s caught up in it all when he feels your hands, sliding down from his shoulders to paw at his chest, to paw at that damn chain. “S-so.. so fucking pretty-” You gasp, a whine tumbling after it as your stomach coils.

The glazed look in your eyes as your gaze settles beside your hands makes Leon groan, his grip on your hips stiffening. He can feel the way you tighten around him just looking at it, and if he wasn’t so deep inside you, he’d be jealous over some damn jewelry. “I swear, angel-” he starts with a grunt, his pace stuttering and growing a little sloppy as he grows close. “You better- better look at me and not this damn chain when you come.”

If it weren’t for the situation, his words would’ve made you laugh, instead it feels like they jab at the coil in your stomach, poking and prodding until it all comes undone, and it comes undone fast. Your body arches in his grip, gaze lifting to his face as heat sears through your body, burning through you in the most dizzying way until your thighs tremble around his waist. “ffuck-” You whine, hand curling around the chain as your eyes lock onto Leon’s, unclear and fucked out.

The heat in you sears straight through you into Leon, the sight and feel of you coming undone making him follow soon after, his grip on you bruisingly hard as his thrusts slow, a groan accompanying the heat that pools into you. His gaze is locked on yours as the tension from both of your bodies melts away, his body slumping back against the couch and yours settling into his arms.

You both sit there panting for a blissed out few minutes, the long forgotten TV filling the silence with white noise. Leon would’ve sworn you’d fallen asleep if not for you moving, pulling away and leaning back. He quirks an eyebrow as you stare at him, taking a moment to find your voice before speaking. “I think.. I should get you another chain,” you manage to say, a grin spreading on your lips at the way Leon just scoffs and laughs.

“I’m serious. Maybe even get your ears pierced. Or a lip piercing, or a tongue piercing,” You prattle on, squealing when Leon lifts you, walking off towards your bedroom with you in his arms. “Or a dick piercing-” He guffaws at your words, shaking his head. “Enough!” He laughs, clearly not taking any of what you were saying seriously.

He totally didn’t end up with his ears pierced a month later.

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i finally did it, woooo, now I can work on the OTHER four works I have lined up (let me out)

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