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i wanna ride him (his bike. maybe.)

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Happy Valentine's Day, sweetheart! || husband re:di daddy!leon

NSFW!

warnings: porn with a plot, fluff and smut, comfort, cook in the kitchen, blowjob, face riding, cunnilingus, pet names: «baby girl», «princess», «baby»

note: Happy Valentine's Day to you! I admired the idea of one of the drabbles, so thanks to the author for the idea! (I lost it, eh)

rating: mature

summary: you wakes up early to make you two breakfast so that it makes him happy on valentine's day after his mission!

all rights reserved!|| valentine's day event!!

With the sun rays flowing in through the curtains, your eyes flutter open, your blurred vision focusing in on the gorgeous man lying near you.

You start the night laying on his chest, but after turning through the night, you two never failed to end up in this position.

You thrived on the feeling of his heavy palms on the yours body, his nose snuggled deep into the crook of your neck, hot breath burns your sensitive skin and his herculean arms wrapped around you enough so that you weren’t going anywhere; not on this morning.

His snoring was not quiet, but you learned to love it. It become the music to your ears with the opening of eyes.

And it only takes you a few seconds for it to get it. A couple of flutters of eyelashes and awakening came with the thought that this it...

It’s Valentine’s Day.

You smiled weakly, excited about all things you have planned for Leon. It was necessary to part with the warm bed and sneak out of the bedroom (don't forgot about softly kiss his forehead) and into the kitchen.

You weren’t too worried, though. Leon didn’t get to sleep in a lot like this due to his work, but when he did. You were safe. You start listing in your head all the things you wanted to make for him.

You were a jack of all trades in the kitchen. He loved coming home from missions, leaving his bike helmet to the side while he reached out to you as you cooked a hot dinner. His mouth is already watering at the sight of the warm plate on the kitchen table.

Gratitude in the form of a juicy kiss on the lips. Oh, shit!

You slave away in the kitchen, frying the wafers and topping them with cream and sliced strawberries, making sure everything was perfect.

You go to check on the sleeping husband. He’s still knocked out thankfully, except he’s on his back now, hugging a pillow.

You notice that the blanket wasn’t on him anymore, which allowed you a beautiful view: his dark hair sprinkled with hints of gray tussled from his sleep. His thick neck, chest and arms, peppered with dark hair as well, resting beautifully. His soft midsection, rising and falling with each snore. Near his happy trail was a prominent tent, the print of his huge dick tightening his briefs.

You bit your bottom lip at his morning wood. God, this man was too perfect for his own good.

You could feel yourself salivate as you remind yourself of all the other things you had to get to like decorations or lighting the candles or the rose petals… It doesn’t take much for you to give into your urges. He won’t miss the candles or any decorations anyways…

He’ll appreciate what you’re about to do way more.

You silently climb onto the foot of the bed, your face dangerously close to the bulge. You give it a small caress, your hands gently molding around the shaft on top of the fabric of his boxers. You look up when you evoke a barely audible groan from Leon , who’s still asleep.

You apply just a little more pressure in your next caress, this time making his dick twitch and his hips faintly buck up into your hand, his instinctive neediness signaling you to proceed with your lustful endeavor. You then lift the band of his boxers, his completely hardened cock immediately springing up.

You have to literally suck in your lips to muffle a moan. Your eyes drink in his perfectly shaped bush at the end of his delicious happy trail, the pumped veins going up his shaft, the singular drop of pre-cum already running down, and finally his fat tip. He was perfect.

You use the juice already there as lubricant, slowly stroking his dick, the other hand on his thick, hairy thigh for support. You start to feel Leon‘s thighs contract and hips slightly bucking up some more, little grunts escaping his lips. His arms tense up as well, his muscles clenching around the poor pillow. His small, slow thrusts drove you crazy, not able to wait any longer to put your mouth to use.

You test the waters by giving his tip soft licks, swirling your tongue on it in lazy, annoyingly slow circles.

This grants you a few quiet hums from him, his belly and round pecs rising and falling faster, his body telling you to keep going for him. Faint «mmhm's» were sighed in his sleep, brows furrowed, lips in a pout; signs that you were doing amazing. You then take him in completely, hollowing out your mouth for him as much as you possibly can, because as mentioned before, this man is big.

You bob your head slowly a few times. It’s when you pull him out with a wet pop! and start treating it like your own popsicle does his eyes finally slowly open, his lips curling when he looks down at his now very cock drunk girlfriend with a satisfied smirk. His chuckle is low and silk-like, his morning voice making your cunt clench around nothing.

"Well," his breathing remains labored, his jaw hanging open, "Good morning to you too, —… Mmfuck." He says as you maintain eye contact, your lips wrapped around his long and thick member, tongue tracing along a vein.

You pull away with a wet smack before saying: "Happy Valentine’s Day, Daddy", in the most sing song tone of voice. Leon tuts at your adorable yet seductive response, "Hey baby, so thoughtful good to me…do that again..." he pleads. "Oh!"

"Like this, Daddy?” You ask, lapping your tongue over his tip just the way he likes it. "Oh-oh fuck… yeah, just like that, princess, go-o-od girl-l-l..." his head falls back against the headboard for a moment to sigh before looking back down at you again, seeing his balls in your mouth as your thumb works on his sensitive tip almost making him instantly burst.

You know he’s getting close when he starts panting, propping himself on his elbows and reaching a hand out to your scalp, gently applying pressure now that he’s in your mouth again.

“Aw shit…. I’m close, baby, almost there… fuck, takin’ my fat cock so well, princess…” He mutters apologies and thank you’s as he relentlessly rams into your mouth, his bush managing to meet the tip of your nose almost every time. He growls as he starts greedily thrusting his hips, face fucking his release into you.

You take your sweet time pulling him out of lips, making sure to get every drop, your eyes on his the entire time. Once he’s out of your mouth, he sees you swallow, "Open," and you do as he asks, "ehh, so-o good girlie!"

You begin to sit up, wiping your mouth, "Only for you, baby… C'mon, there’s some things in the kitchen for yo—"

“Whoa-whoa-whoa,” He grabs your hand as you’re about to leave the bed and pulls you toward himself, “I didn’t say we were finished, did I?”

You fall into the bed again, Leon guiding your hips onto his lap as he sloppily makes out with you, his tongue practically down your throat.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he mumbles against your lips. He lays back down on the bed, “C’mere, pretty.”

He brings his hands up to his face motioning for you to sit on your «throne».

Placing your hands on his body for support, you scoot your way up to his face, Leon’s grin getting wider as your wet cunt comes into full view. “So perfect for me, fuck,” His voice is sweet and tender now, planting a few equally tender kisses on your inner thighs, making sure to show them some love before you squeeze his head between them like a plushie.

“You are such a beauty, you know that, baby? Wanna make you feel good, baby.”

“Mhm,” You nod, biting your lip as the breath of his voice tickles your womanhood.

If Leon could, he would just live in between your thighs just like this for all of eternity. His absolute favorite place in the whole world.

Your hands use the edge of the headboard as support, tentatively hovering your hips over his face as he showers your inner thighs with loving pecks and nibbles, the smack of his lips making your pussy clench again. One of his big hands steadies your hips with a tight grip, the other moving your panties aside to reveal your unshaven lips. "Prettiest pussy ever. Fuck, you’re so wet, princess, did I do that?"

You sigh when his lips kiss your clit, his tongue following shortly after by flicking it a couple times. You hear him grunt beneath you after having to lift his head off the bed to reach your hole. "Baby, sit down. All of your body weight." He's short with his words. It sounds more like an order than a request.

"But Leon—" He breathes out, "You're really testing my patience, baby." And with that, his massive hands wrap firmly around your waist and pull you down, a yelp falling from your mouth as he feasts on your sensitive pussy. Leon is the definition of a munch. His head movement adds to the stimulation, moving it up and down, side to side.

His nose, the perfect size and shape that brushes against your clit while he simultaneously slurps and tongue fucks your cunt. The vibrations of his «mmph» the scruff of his face rubbing against your inner thighs, and softly pressing your clit between his tongue and front teeth were the cherry on top.

Your sounds are pornographic as he eats you out. When you're unable to sit up straight anymore due to the immense pleasure, you lean back, hands landing behind you on his soft pecs, pushing into them in an effort to get some kind of break, but Leon wasn't having it. Plus, he was way stronger than you.

A small part of you wondered how he was going so long without coming up for air, but you quickly answer your own question when you remember that your man loves to eat, and when he does, he’s like a starved man. Each time you pushed, his grasp only got stronger, but as much as you pushed, you truthfully didn't want him to stop. Ever.

"L-leon…" sigh, "I-I can't," you cry, unable to speak without stopping mid-sentence to let out a whine, "I'm so close, Daddy, don't stop, please, don't stop-don't stop!" You became a broken record, all sense leaving your body.

The only thing on your mind was Leon's mouth ravishing your weeping cunt. You sat forward again, now tugging on his hair, making him hum further. "Mmmph, fuck!... don't worry... I'll give you whatever you want,"

You began to literally ride his face, desperately chasing your climax with his hands slapping against your ass. Leon was in heaven with this view, bucking his own hips into the air from how perfect you looked like this.

“Mmm… such a dirty fuckin’ girl you're,” smack, “wakin' me up like this…” smack. An octave lower, and the wet, sucking sounds of his mouth helped uncoil the knot in your stomach, bursting on his handsome face.

Your hips stutter and your jaw falls open when you cum, Leon greedily drinking in your juices as if he’s been stranded on the Sahara for set weeks. You could’ve split his skull into two, that’s how hard you pressed your thighs together, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. Leon finally let you go, allowing you to sit on his chest now, both of you catching your breaths.

He smirks back up at you, and you roll your eyes, blushing. "Awww, my princess gets all shy when I make her cum, ehhh?" With Leon’s big hands as support and guidance, he rolls over, so he’s still in between your legs, but you’re now the bottom, and him the top.

Then he goes in for a romantic kiss on the lips. You feel safe and taken care of while feeling his body weight on you again, his muscles against yours and his big muscly arms wrapped securely around you.

You can feel his cock twitch against your too much stimulated cunt, completely soaked from his second climax from simply eating you out, no doubt. He moves any hair on your face aside, caressing your cheek when he does. "Happy Valentine’s Day, baby girl. Have I told you how much I love you?"

You manage a tired smile, “I love you, too.” you chuckle, “Oh! I completely forgot you must be hungry, baby…” you say, as you start getting up.

He gently stops you, and you lay back near him.

"Baby, I think I was very hungry before, but you fed me."

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❛ Babysitting ❜ ─── ✦

Leon S. Kennedy x Fem!reader

Summary:: Your dad asks his most loyal friend to look out for you on a Friday night, but being the little brat you are, Leon decides to teach you a lesson.

CW:  18+, mdni!, smut, oral sex (m receiving), vaginal fingering, p in v, degrading, swearing, age gap, dad's friend!leon, and squirt.

3.3k words

a/n I tried.

“I really don’t see why it’s such a big deal to be alone for one night,” you say, crossing your arms and glaring at your dad with annoyance in your voice.

It’s Friday night. Your dad has plans to have dinner with his new girlfriend, and you thought it would be the perfect opportunity to sneak out and party with your friends.

But, of course, the man standing in front of you knows you too well. As punishment, he’s decided to call a backup, his friend, to babysit you for the night.

“I know you’re up to something,” your dad says, putting on his coat as he gets ready to leave. “Leon will be here soon, so behave.” Shooting you a harsh look.

“What?! Leon? Why him?” you blurt out, your voice rising in to protest.

your dad raises an eyebrow, “Because I trust him to keep an eye on you. And don’t start with the attitude. I’ve already had enough of that this week,” he replies firmly, adjusting his coat and looking in the mirror.

You flop onto the couch, arms crossed tightly. You couldn’t stand Leon. He was awkward, bossy, and way too strict about rules. He acted like he was in charge of everything and always treated you like you didn’t have a brain, making teasing comments every time he was around and making you sound like a child.

And the worst part? That one time he caught you kissing a guy and immediately told your dad. You still hadn’t forgiven him for embarrassing you like that.

You disliked him—no, you hated him. Every time with him felt like a war for you, never missing an opportunity to snap back at him, making sure he understood just how much you’d rather jump off a cliff than spend even a single second in his presence.

The sound of the front door closing snaps you back to reality. Great. Leon was on his way, and your night was officially ruined.

You groan in frustration and sigh heavily.

After your dad left, you paced around the room, running your hands through your hair, messing it up as you tried to think of a plan. There had to be a way to get out of this situation.

Escaping was impossible. With Leon around, he’d notice you were gone in a blink, and you weren’t in the mood for another lecture or punishment from your dad.

So...what could you do?

The doorbell rings, snapping you out of your thoughts. You pause for a moment, sighing before walking toward the door. Taking a deep breath, you grip the handle and pull it open.

Leon’s tall figure fills the doorway, and your eyes, for a moment, trail over him. He’s wearing grey sweatpants and a tight black compression shirt that clings to his big chest and arms, making his biceps look even bigger than you remembered.

Not that you ever noticed his big figure so often...right?

Your eyes finally meet his. His sharp blue eyes are already fixed on you, filled with annoyance. “Took you long enough,” he says, his tone serious.

You roll your eyes at him, feeling the irritation rising up from his stupid comment. Not even thirty seconds in, and he’s already managed to get under your skin. Guess that’s a special talent of his.

“Sorry, old hag,” you shoot back, your voice full of sarcasm.

He laughs, a low sound, and a smirk forms at the corner of his lips. “Eighteen-year-old girls don’t usually need babysitters. Guess you’re a special case.”

Your cheeks flush with heat. Embarrassment surges through you as you turn away, quickly walking back to the living room and leaving him standing at the door.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid Leon,” you think to yourself, mentally kicking yourself for letting him get to you so easily. He closes the door behind him and follows you, setting his things down on the table.

You turn to him again as he settles onto the couch. You clear your throat before speaking, “Why did you even agree to this shit?"

Leon didn’t seem like the type to do favors like this—babysitting? Really?

He doesn’t respond right away, pausing as if considering his words. Finally, he shrugs. “Your father asked me to. I couldn’t say no.”

You raise an eyebrow, clearly not satisfied with the answer. “Why not? You could’ve easily said no.”

“Yeah,” he says, pausing for a moment before adding, “I owed him, so to clear the debt, I’m taking care of you.”

He turns his eyes to you, looking you up and down

You scoff, “I don’t need you to take care of me, Kennedy. I'm big enough already.” You cross your arms tightly over your chest, the movement making your boobs shift slightly.

His eyes fell on them for a split second, the silence thick between you. After a moment, his lips curl into a slight smirk. “Well, that’s not what your daddy thinks,” he says, voice low and a little too smug. “And honestly, I agree with him.”

You scoff, raising an eyebrow at him. “You can’t agree with him—you don’t even know me.”

“Let’s be honest—you’re irresponsible. It’s your fault your dad doesn’t trust you,” Leon shoots back, his tone sharp. “And I’ve been around long enough to see it.”

You rolled your eyes and without another word, you turn and storm upstairs to your room, footsteps heavy and quick. He’s impossible to deal with, and the anger surges in you.

You hear his chuckle echo behind you. It’s the kind of laugh that only makes you want to scream, but you bite your tongue, holding yourself.

You slam the door behind you, leaning against it for a moment to catch your breath. Taking a deep breath to calm your nerves, you walk toward your bed, grabbing the towel that had been resting there. A shower might help calm your nerves down.

As you start to undress, the cold air hits your skin, sending a chill through your body, but you don’t mind. You pause in front of the mirror for a moment, your reflection staring back at you with eyes full of frustration. 

With a sigh, you step into the shower, letting the hot water run over you, the steam filling the room and helping you calm down, even if just a little.

As you wash yourself, your mind starts to trace ideas on how to get Kennedy to leave. But nothing really sticks, he’s too stubborn, too... present.

You turn off the shower, step out, grab the towel and begin drying yourself off, your mind still working through different ways to get rid of him. Maybe if you’re annoying enough, he gets frustrated and leaves, provoking him sounds like a good idea right now, especially since you'll get a bit of pleasure doing so.

You slip into an oversized shirt and panties. As you brush your hair, the sound of your stomach growling interrupts your thoughts. You pause for a second, hunger hitting you. Attending to your stomach needs, you make your way downstairs to the kitchen.

As you pass the living room, you spot Leon’s head over the back of the couch, his attention fixed on the TV as he sprawls lazily. You roll your eyes, ignoring him as you continue on your way to the kitchen.

Opening the fridge, you scan the shelves, looking for something to quiet the growl in your stomach.

The fridge was practically empty—just milk, eggs, and a few random items that wouldn’t make a proper meal. You stared at the shelves in disappointment, your stomach growling in protest.

Suddenly, you hear his voice behind you, making you jump. “Hungry?”

You jump and hit your head on the fridge door, letting out a small hiss and rubbing the spot on your forehead.

"What does it look like?” you snap, closing the fridge door and moving to the shelves to see if there’s anything worth it, only finding a ceral box. You grabbed whithout hesitation.

You hear him sigh from behind you. “Choose something. I’ll order it,” he says, clearly getting a little annoyed.

"Anything?" You asked, taking a spoon, but it fell from your hand under the counter. You curse in your mind as you bend down to take it.

Leon's response took a long moment as he watched you "Mhm."

You get up from the floor and turn to face him, a sly smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. “Can I order... fucking leave my house?” The words come out sharp.

He raises an eyebrow, surprised by your tone. “You’ve got a pretty nasty attitude,” he observes, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Yeah, so what?” you scoff.

He pauses for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly as he takes you in. Then, he simply says..."I might have to make you gag on my dick to clean it off."

Your whole body freezes, eyes widening in shock as your breath catches in your throat. “Y-you?!” The words die in your mouth, your mind racing to process what’s happening.

Before you can react, he approaches you quickly, his figure crowding over yours until your back hits the counter, trapping you in place.

His eyes lock onto yours with sharpness. “I’m tired of your little shits, this fucking brat attitude of yours every time,” he says, his voice low. With a quick motion, his hand moves to cup your face roughly, his grip hard, making you yelp.

"You need to learn your place and how to behave," he growls, his fingers digging into your cheeks as he forcefully grips your face. With his other hand, he grabs hold of your ass, letting a small gasp from you as he pulls you closer to him. His nose lightly brushed against yours, teasing you, feeling his warm breath against your lips, and then he kissed you hard, catching you off guard.

Kissing you with hunger, his hand running over your body as he tightens his grip and pulls you closer, feeling his whole body, eyes fluttering shut, you wrap your arms around his neck. A small groan escapes his lips, letting out a mumbling between the kiss, “Fucking slut.” sending shivers down your spine and making you let out a soft moan in response. 

A sudden wetness forms down your panties, a wave of need washing over you. Without warning, Leon lifts you up and carries you across the room, placing you on the couch before crawling over you.

With a devilish smirk, his hand slides down to your clothed pussy causing you to let out a yelp as he teasingly rubs at the wet spot sending shivers down your spine

A deep chuckle echoes from him, and with a mocking tone, "Wet already?" He teases, a smirk playing on his lips as he observes your flushed cheeks.

"Shut up." You hiss at him, the embarrassment creeping you.

He presses his thumb against your clit, rubbing with more pressure as a punishment from your snarky response, pushing another moan from your lips.

“Say it again,” he growls daring you.

As you opened your mouth, ready to shoot back at him, he cuts you off by rubbing your clit faster. 

You shut your eyes, biting your lip to keep the moans from escaping your lips not wanting to give him the satisfaction of hearing you.

Without any warning, he yanks your panties off, throwing them behind his shoulders somewhere on the floor. He spreads your legs apart, exposing your wet pussy to him. His finger slides through your dripping folds, causing you to twitch under the touch.

"Look at this," He holds his finger up to you, with your juices all over it in front of your face, and you feel a flush spread across your cheeks. He was taking pleasure in exposing how easily he made you wet.

"You're such a needy little slut," he whispers to you as he sucks on his finger, savouring your taste. His eyes close, and he lets out a quiet moan, feeling the sweet taste spreading to his mouth.

You whimper at the sight, driving you wild, craving for more of his touch. He turns you over onto your stomach, causing your back to arch, making your ass stick up in the air. His finger slides through your wetness, slipping between your folds and entering you.

A loud moan escapes your lips as you feel his finger moving in and out of you with a fierce speed. You try to squirm away from it but he keeps you still. He quickens his pace, adding yet another finger while using his thumb to rub your swollen clit.

“Don’t-ngh- like that” You cried out, as your body twisted with pleasure.

Leon's hand lands with a loud smack on your ass, leaving a red mark. You let out a cry of both pain and pleasure, squeezing your eyes shut to hold back a tear. “Shut the fuck up and take it. Aren't you the big girl you claim to be?" He snaps at you, mocking your “big girl” posture from a while ago.

As his fingers continue to thrust inside you, your juices begin to drip, and a tight coil starts to form in your stomach, causing your walls to clench around his fingers.

“Shit- Leon!” You cry out his name, “I’m gonna-” As you are about to come, he stops.

Your eyes fly open, whining, looking back at him, confused about why he stopped, before you can say anything, he smacks your ass, causing you to hiss at the pain, “Little nasty girls like you don't get to cum.'' He says sharply.

"What?! Why-" You try to argue, but before you can finish your sentence, Leon gets up from the couch and stands in front of you and pulling his cock free from his pants. 

You exhale sharply in surprise at his size, you didn't expect it to be so.. large, so ..thick. Being honest with yourself, you had imagined it would be small based on his personality and how much you disliked him. But this? How could it possibly fit inside you?

You opened your lips to say something to him, but he just plopped his cock right into your mouth and grabbing your hair. 

“Mmmm..Le-” You tried to back away, but he didn’t care, pushing your head down, forcing you to take him in your mouth and beginning to thrust in and out. Your saliva starts dripping down on his length.

He fucks your throat, his eyes fixed on you as you choke and gag around him. He groans in pleasure, admiring how swollen your lips are becoming as he trusts your mouth without mercy.

You groan as his cock reaches the back of your throat, "You're so much more enjoyable when you like this," he murmurs. You glance up and meet his gaze as he continues, “Not talking at all.”

Your expression turns angry, and he chuckles at you.

You use your tongue to swirl over his cock, sucking it as you move your head up and down, causing him to tilt his head back and release soft groans.

With one final thrust, he removes his cock from your mouth and playfully taps it against your lips.

You lean back on the couch as he reaches for your tights, pulling you closer to him. His tip slides through your slick folds, teasing your sensitive clit., “‘s too big Leon.." you whimper, unsure if it will even fit inside of you, “I don't-”.

He roughly thrusts into you without warning, a loud moan fell out, your eyes squeezing shut as the mixture of pain and pleasure wash over you, clenching around him tightly. He lets out a curse under his breath as he feels the tightness of your walls. "Fuck-, you're so tight," he hisses through gritted teeth.

He didn’t start slow, oh no, no, no, totally the opposite of that. Instead, he roughly thrusts himself inside of you, not even giving you time to adjust yourself.

Pulling your thighs apart to go even deeper, hips rolling with a high-speed, you couldn't help but let out loud moans, eyes rolling back in pleasure each time he hit that special spot inside of you.

“Leon, Leon, Leon..!” As you moan out his name, juices dripping down your inner tight, and Leon lets out a groan in response. He grabs your shirt with one hand, pulling it up to expose your breasts.

He hums as he grasps one of them harder, pinching your nipples and giving them the attention they deserve.

"Open your mouth," he commands, and you do it without hesitation.

He slides his fingers inside and orders you to suck on them, making sure they are wet with your spit before sliding them down to your clit. The pressure and pleasure become too intense for you to handle, and your body starts trembling as a wave of electricity runs through you. Your walls clench harder than before, and a tight coil forms in your stomach once again, more intense this time.

"Please," you beg him, meeting his eyes with pleading ones.

"Please what?" he asks with a smirk, knowing exactly what you want but wanting to play with you.

"I want to cum, Leon…please," you whine, but he stops his movements, thrusting into you slower as you cry out in frustration.

"I don't know…you don't deserve it." His hips continue to move slowly, torturing you once again. You grasp onto his arms desperately.

"Are you going to behave from now on?" he asks sternly. You nod your head in agreement, desperate for release. In response, he increases his speed slightly while continuing to rub your clit.

“Stop with the attitude?”

"Oh God, yes! Anything, just please…" You couldn't take it anymore. Satisfied with your answer, he goes back to thrusting roughly and fast, hitting perfectly your G-spot.

He leans against you, kissing your lips. "I wonder what your dad would think of this," he teases, mocking your messy self. "Seeing his little princess being fucked like the slut she is."

You whimper and shake your head. He plants soft kisses on your neck before leaning back to admire how your pussy swallows his cock completely, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "This pretty pussy of yours," he grunts as he thrusts into you.

Your body trembles and drool escapes from your mouth as your cunt clenches at the intense sensation, an unfamiliar feeling washing over you.

"W-wha-?" Your eyes roll back as you squirt all over him, the liquid dripping and spreading everywhere.

Leon lets out a low moan, his cock twitch inside you as your orgasm tightens around him. Your cunt clenches, milking him for every last drop of hot cum.

You bite your lip to stifle your moans as he pulls out, seeing his thick seed dribbling down from you.

Your eyes meet his, and your mind clears as you take in the moment. He reaches out and touches your cheek, caressing and planting a gentle kiss there. "Good girl."

“So, how was last night?” your dad asks casually, setting a plate of breakfast in front of you. You hesitate, your fork hovering over the eggs. The memories of the night flash through your mind, making your cheeks heat up slightly.

When you don’t respond, your dad turns his attention to Leon, who’s sitting across from you at the table. He’d stayed over since your dad didn’t get back until morning.

“Did she behave, Leon?” your dad asks with a curious smile.

Leon leans back in his chair, calm as ever, his blue eyes hovering over you. “Oh, yeah,” he says smoothly. “She behaved quite well. Didn’t you?”

Your face flushes instantly, the blush spreading across your cheeks as you quickly avert your gaze. You can only nod, avoiding his sly smirk

Your dad laughs, clearly interpreting the situation as innocent. “Well, I might have to call you more often, then.”

Leon chuckles, his tone soft but carrying a teasing hint. “ I'll be glad to help.”

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New fav!!!

No Room for Saints.

Leon S Kennedy x afab!reader.

"Hey!" his eyes snap up to hers through the pain. "You saved me, now let me save you!"

Minors DNI! 18+, GIF not mine, credit to owner.

Warnings: SLOW BURN, swearing, use of Y/N, use of "she" and "her", no description of reader, enemies to lovers..kinda.., blood, fighting, weapons, zombies (duh), descriptions of wounds, helicopter crash, smut (not major but it's there), death, fear. (I think this is it, don't quote me, but lemme know if I've missed anything).

Word Count: 6172 (Sorry..like I said..slow burn..)

The chopper had gone down hard—metal shrieked, fire kissed the treeline, and the world had spun into chaos. Leon came to with blood in his mouth and smoke in his lungs. He rolled, coughed, and instinctively reached for his sidearm. It was still there.

So was she.

Y/N, bruised and bleeding, already on her feet and scanning the treeline like she hadn’t just been thrown out of the sky. Her gun was drawn. Always faster. Always sharper. Always a goddamn problem.

“Still breathing, golden boy?” she said, not looking at him. Leon pushed himself up with a groan. “Unfortunately.” “Pity.” She holstered her weapon and stalked toward the wreckage. “HQ’s dead. Comms are fried. We’re cut off.” Leon stood, wiping ash from his face. “And let me guess. You have a plan?”

She turned, eyes hard. “Stay alive. Stay out of my way.” He stepped closer, jaw tight. “That’s funny. I was about to say the same to you.” They stared at each other, a beat too long. Too tense. Too much history pulsing like a loaded gun between them. Then she turned away. “This mission was suicide from the start.” Leon’s voice followed her like a shadow. Low. Dangerous. “Then it’s a good thing neither of us knows how to die.”

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The forest hadn’t been kind.

They’d limped away from the wreckage just before the fire spread—Y/N half-dragging herself, Leon covering their flank. Rain came down in sheets, soaking them to the bone, masking the blood. They didn’t speak much—didn’t have to. A half-collapsed hunting cabin revealed itself through the trees like some forgotten ghost. It was cover. It was enough.

Now, the air inside was thick—smoke from a dying fire, damp clothes, sweat, blood. Y/N sat against the far wall, breathing hard, one hand pressed to the torn-up mess on her side. She’d kept moving on pure spite. Now she was bleeding through her shirt. Leon dropped their salvaged gear and crouched in front of her. Rain still clung to his lashes. He looked at her like she was more problem than person—but he didn’t look away.

“Let me see.”

“No.”

“Y/N.”

She met his eyes, jaw clenched. “You touch me, I break your hand.” Leon exhaled through his nose. Then, quietly: “You’re shakin’.” She glanced down. The tremor in her fingers betrayed her. He moved in slowly, deliberately, giving her the chance to push him off. She didn’t. He lifted the hem of her shirt with care that didn’t match the tension in his jaw. The wound was ugly. Deep. She’d probably cracked a rib too.

His voice was low. Rough. “You’re lucky this didn’t go deeper.” Y/N’s breath hitched—not from the pain. “Don’t start pretending you give a damn now.” Leon’s eyes snapped to hers, jaw tight. He leaned in close, his hand snapping out to grip her jaw, fingers digging just enough to make her feel it.  “If I didn’t, you wouldn’t be breathin’.”

Y/N’s breath was shallow, her pulse hammering in her throat from the mix of pain and something else—something she couldn’t name. Leon didn’t move. His grip on her jaw was firm, unyielding, but his eyes were different now. That sharpness from before was still there, but there was something else lurking behind it—something dark, like he was fighting it back.

Y/N could see it.

He was holding back. He didn’t want to care. Didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of seeing him crack. But he wasn’t as good at hiding it as he thought. “Let go of me,” she said, voice rough. It wasn’t a demand. It was a warning. She wasn’t used to being handled this way. Especially not by him. But Leon didn’t loosen his grip. Instead, his thumb traced the edge of her jaw, the tension in his hand increasing just enough to keep her from pulling away.

“I’m not goin’ anywhere,” he muttered, his voice low but heavy. “And neither are you.” Y/N’s eyes flared, heart hammering faster now, but she stayed still, staring him down. “You’re not the one with a cracked rib and a gash down your side.” “And you’re the one who’s gonna fuckin’ bleed out if you don’t let me fix you.” His words came out through clenched teeth, a growl of frustration. “Shit, Y/N… you’re a real pain in my ass.”

Her lips parted, like she was about to say something—maybe fight him again, maybe push him away—but she stopped herself. The anger faded, replaced by something else, something raw, something far more dangerous. The way his thumb lingered on her jaw sent a shiver down her spine. He wasn’t letting her go. He was keeping her close, pinning her in place without a word. Slowly, she exhaled, breaking the silence. “I don’t need saving, Leon.”

Leon’s grip on her jaw tightened, his other hand curling into a fist at his side, fighting the urge to yank her closer. He was shaking. Not from fear, but from the weight of the need that was clawing at him—the need to keep her here. To keep her alive. His eyes locked onto hers, intense, raw. “You’re gonna make me fuckin’ regret this,” he muttered, his voice low, the warning clear. “But I’ll be damned if I let you bleed out on me.”

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The shelter was dark except for the faint glow of a small fire Leon had managed to get going, the crackling of the flames mixing with the distant sound of the storm outside. The wind howled, rattling the makeshift walls, but inside, the air was still, thick with the weight of what had just happened—and what was still unsaid.

Y/N sat against the wall, her legs drawn up to her chest, the gash on her side still throbbing despite the bandages Leon had put on it. He’d been methodical with the pressure, even when she winced. His hands had been careful, but there was no mistaking the tension in his movements—he was trying to control himself, to stop himself from doing more. She couldn’t help but notice the way he’d looked at her after, like he was deciding whether to say something. But he hadn’t. He never did. Her chest tightened, and she forced herself to look away from him.

Leon stood by the fire, his figure illuminated by the flickering flames. He was checking his gear, though his movements were distracted, restless. He was always like this after something went down. Silent. Guarded. He didn’t talk about things. Not the way she did. Not the way Chris or Jill had.

But then again, he wasn’t like them.

The firelight reflected in his eyes as he glanced over at her. “You good?” The words were simple, but the question hung between them like something more, something they both knew wasn’t just about the injury. Y/N met his gaze, holding it for a moment too long. “Yeah,” she said, voice quieter than she intended. “I’m good.” He seemed to want to say more, but then his gaze flickered away. Like he was fighting himself again. It was maddening. Everything about him was maddening.

“You should get some sleep,” Leon finally said, his voice low and rough. “We’ve got a long walk ahead of us tomorrow.” Y/N didn’t answer right away. She was too busy wondering why she didn’t want to sleep—why the idea of being alone in the dark, even with him in the same room, made her skin crawl. It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t even anxiety. It was something else, something that felt too close to longing for comfort.

“I’m not tired,” she said finally, almost too quickly. Leon’s lips pressed into a thin line. He looked like he was about to protest, but then stopped himself. Instead, he simply nodded. “Alright,” he muttered. Then, after a beat, his voice softened, almost imperceptibly. “I’ll keep watch.” Y/N didn’t respond. She didn’t need to. They both knew it was an unspoken offer—an offer he didn’t have to make. But he did it anyway.

The silence stretched between them again, more comfortable now, but still heavy, like a storm building on the horizon. They were both too proud, too stubborn to give in to it, but it was there. And then, as if he couldn’t help it, Leon walked over to where she sat, his movements slow, deliberate. Without a word, he draped his jacket over her shoulders. The warmth of the fabric was immediate, and she shivered, though not from the cold.

“Here...” Leon’s voice was barely a whisper, a soft sound that barely reached her ears, but it was there—an unspoken care.

He didn’t say anything else. Didn’t have to. His actions said more than any words could. Y/N glanced up at him, meeting his eyes for the briefest of moments. There was something in them—something deeper than just concern, something she couldn’t place. But it wasn’t enough to make her speak. Instead, she just nodded, feeling the weight of his jacket settle over her, its presence a quiet reminder of everything between them—everything they weren’t saying. And maybe, just maybe, she didn’t need him to say anything at all.

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The storm had passed by the time morning broke, but the chill in the air lingered, seeping into the bones. The sky was overcast, the dull light filtering through the clouds casting everything in soft, muted tones. Leon and Y/N had stayed close to the shelter, both physically and emotionally exhausted from the crash and the fight that followed.

Y/N had managed to sleep, though it had been a restless slumber, interrupted by the sound of her own breathing, shallow and unsteady. The pain in her side was manageable, but it didn’t stop her from feeling every crack of her rib when she shifted. The wound on her side still stung, and she pressed her hand to it absentmindedly as she sat up. Leon, already awake, was preparing their gear. He was methodical, quiet—his usual self, but this time there was something else. The edges of his gaze flickered toward her as he worked, and Y/N caught it once more: that strange tension between them, something she hadn’t been able to shake since the night before.

He didn’t say anything as he moved around the small shelter. His actions, however, felt different. There was care in the way he checked his weapons, in the way he set the last of the food out, as if making sure she ate. There was a subtle softness in him that had been missing before. Maybe it had always been there, just buried beneath layers of training and walls he kept up. Or maybe it had been awakened by the close call they’d had. Either way, she noticed it now.

Y/N shifted, feeling the stiffness in her muscles. “How’s the map?” she asked, keeping her voice casual, but the question hung there longer than it should have. Leon glanced up at her, eyes briefly locking with hers. For a heartbeat, there was something in them—something that felt too close to what they weren’t saying. But he looked away, focusing on the map in his hands. “It’s fine,” he said, his tone clipped but not unkind. “We’re a couple miles from the extraction point. Shouldn’t take too long to get there.”

She nodded, pretending that the flutter in her chest was nothing. Pretending that the way he had said “we” didn’t mean something more. They were partners, after all. He was just being practical. After a few moments, Leon handed her a ration pack. “Eat,” he said, voice gruff but carrying that quiet insistence. “It’ll help you keep up.”

She accepted the pack, feeling the weight of his words, the weight of his concern, even though it wasn’t said outright. The way he always took charge. The way he always made sure she was okay, even when he didn’t have to “Thanks,” she muttered, not sure if she meant it for the food or for the care that came with it. She tore open the pack and took a bite, chewing slowly. Her gaze flickered to Leon as he secured his gear, and she found herself wondering how much longer they could keep pretending that things were the same between them.

The ration packs were minimal, but the silence that followed the meal was anything but. Y/N finished eating and leaned back against the crumbling wall of the shelter, her arms wrapped around her knees. She glanced at Leon out of the corner of her eye, watching as he moved around the space, gathering up the last of their supplies.

There was something in the air between them, something that hadn’t been there before. It wasn’t just the exhaustion, the lingering pain of the crash, or the memory of their close call. It was more than that. A quiet, unspoken understanding hung over them like a weight, unacknowledged but tangible. Her fingers traced the edge of the bandages on her side, feeling the raw skin beneath, the dull throb of pain reminding her that they weren’t out of the woods yet. The wound on her side still stung, and she pressed her hand to it absentmindedly as she sat up.

“Hey,” she spoke suddenly, breaking the silence. Her voice sounded foreign to her own ears, too loud in the quiet. “I—I appreciate what you did last night. For, y’know, taking care of me.” Leon stilled, his movements halting as her words settled in the air between them. For a moment, he didn’t say anything. His eyes flickered to hers, then away, like he wasn’t sure if he’d heard her correctly.

“You didn’t have to,” she added quickly, like she could take the words back. “I can handle myself. I’m used to it.” But Leon didn’t look offended or defensive, not the way she’d expected. Instead, he gave her a slow, almost tired look, the faintest hint of something beneath it. “I know you can,” he said, his voice softer than it had been. “But you shouldn’t have to all the time.”

Her breath hitched a little. Something about the way he said it struck a chord in her. It wasn’t pity. It wasn’t condescension. It was just... care.

“Maybe I don’t mind,” she said, looking away, a little too quickly. Her gaze locked on the fire, though it was barely more than embers now. The crackling of the wood was the only sound for a long moment. But then Leon was moving again, gathering up his pack. He didn’t respond immediately, and the silence between them stretched again, thick and heavy.

Y/N felt the tension curling in her stomach, twisting into something else entirely. “We’re not gonna make it out of here, are we?” she said abruptly, her voice rough, a little too bitter. She wasn’t sure why she said it. Maybe it was the storm still brewing outside. Maybe it was the reminder of how close they’d come to losing everything.

Leon looked up at her, his expression unreadable. For a long time, he didn’t speak, and Y/N wasn’t sure if he was waiting for her to explain or if he just didn’t know how to answer. Finally, he let out a breath, shifting the weight of his gear on his shoulder. “We will,” he said quietly. “We always do.” His words were simple, almost a mantra. But Y/N heard more in them than he said. He didn’t just mean they’d survive the mission. He meant more. He meant her. He meant them both.

Y/N’s gaze softened slightly, and she caught herself. She hated that the quiet between them was so loud now. Hated that it felt like they were standing on the edge of something neither of them could name.

“You’re right,” she said, her voice softer, almost too quiet to be heard over the crackling fire. “I guess we always do.” Leon didn’t respond. He didn’t need to. But when he glanced at her again, there was something in his eyes. The moment stretched, and she felt it—felt the weight of it, pressing down on them both.

For a second, Y/N thought he might say something else. Maybe even something to push through the tension, to break the quiet. But instead, he just gave her a small nod. He moved closer, extending his hand to her. Without a word, he helped her up off the floor, his grip strong but careful as she pulled herself to her feet.

Her heart skipped at the contact, at the warmth of his hand on her arm, holding her steady as she stood.

And then, without a single glance between them, Leon grabbed his gear, moving toward the door of the shelter. “Let’s get movin’,” he said, his tone steady and practical. But there was something softer behind his words. Something she wasn’t sure how to name. Y/N watched him go, her chest tight. She wasn’t sure what had just passed between them, but the weight of it was unmistakable.

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The forest was silent now, the storm having calmed, but the air still hung thick with the damp smell of rain-soaked earth. The path ahead was obscured by the thick trees, the ground beneath their boots soft with mud, and each step made a soft squelching sound that seemed to echo in the stillness. Leon kept a few steps behind Y/N, watching her move through the trees with the kind of fluid grace that came from years of training. She was always alert, her senses finely tuned to the slightest sound, and he found himself following her lead without even thinking about it.

The tension between them was there, just under the surface, unspoken but undeniable. Neither of them spoke much as they walked, both wrapped up in their own thoughts. The weight of the mission, the violence they'd survived, and the exhaustion pressing down on them made the silence heavier than usual. There was a strain in the air, but it wasn’t just from the fight they'd barely survived. It was the quiet undercurrent between them, something unacknowledged yet tangible, like a storm just waiting to break. After a few moments, Y/N glanced back over her shoulder, her eyes narrowing as she scanned the forest. “Keep your guard up,” she muttered.

Leon didn’t need the reminder. He was already alert, eyes flicking from tree to tree, the hairs on his neck standing at attention. Then, from the corner of his eye, he saw it—a figure darting between the trees, too fast to be a shadow. A cold knot formed in his stomach, and without hesitation, he pulled out his gun, moving into position. “Ambush!” he shouted, just as the first zombie lunged from the underbrush, its grotesque features twisted in hunger.

Y/N was already moving, too, swift and precise as she fired, the shot echoing through the trees. But the hoard was bigger than they expected. More figures followed, shuffling, groaning, emerging from the dense foliage like predators closing in on their prey. “Shit,” Leon hissed, shifting to cover Y/N as she fired again, taking down another. But then, the worst thing happened—one of the zombies got too close, and before Leon could react, it lunged at him with terrifying speed, its claws raking down his side.

"Fuck!" Leon gritted his teeth, stumbling backwards as the creature latched onto him, the pain sharp and immediate. He managed to knock it off with a violent shove, but not before it had left its mark. Blood began to seep through his shirt, and the wound burned, the hot pain gnawing at him. Y/N was there in an instant, her movements fluid as she took the creature down with a shot to the head, the body crumpling to the ground with a sickening thud. “Leon!” she shouted, rushing to his side. She didn’t hesitate, her eyes scanning the damage.

Leon's breath came fast, and he fought to steady himself, his vision slightly blurred. “I’m fine,” he muttered, trying to push himself upright. But he was losing his balance. “Stop. Don’t make me do this the hard way,” she said, her voice stern, even though there was a softness in her eyes he hadn’t expected. He met her gaze, a quiet tension between them, but she was already pulling at his shirt, revealing the deep gash across his ribs, the blood pooling in a steady stream.

“You’re not fine,” Y/N said quietly, but there was no accusation in her tone. She just got to work, her hands moving with a surety that had come from years of experience. She reached into her kit, pulling out the necessary supplies without hesitation, her focus razor-sharp. Leon could feel her hands on him, the tender way she cleaned the wound, her fingers brushing against his skin as she worked quickly. His breath caught for a second—not from the pain, but from the way her touch lingered. He hadn’t realised until that moment just how close she was, how much he was starting to notice every little thing about her. The way her fingers tightened on the bandages, the way she looked at him with that same focused determination.

Despite everything, he found himself thinking while watching her work: Oh shit...

It was a quiet realisation, but it hit him like a freight train. C’mon, Kennedy. You realise that now?!

But he couldn’t say that. Not now. Not in a moment like this.

“Hold still,” Y/N murmured, her brow furrowing as she wrapped the bandage tightly around his side. She wasn’t looking at him, but Leon could see the concentration in her eyes, and it made his chest tighten in a way he hadn’t expected. “I’m fine,” he said again, this time with less conviction. But his voice was quiet, and he wasn’t sure if he was trying to convince her or himself.

“You’re not,” Y/N repeated, finishing the last of the bandage work and smoothing it down gently. She didn’t pull away immediately. Instead, her fingers lingered for a moment on his side, her touch almost too soft, as if she was trying to make sure he was really okay. Leon swallowed, the words stuck in his throat. He wasn’t used to this. This softness. This care. It wasn’t something he’d let anyone see—not like this.

Y/N stood, finally breaking the moment. “We need to keep moving,” she said, her voice steady but not cold. She gave him a quick glance, her gaze lingering for a fraction of a second longer than necessary. "Don't die on me, Kennedy." Leon watched her for a beat, and for the first time, he allowed himself to really see her—really feel the connection between them. The kind of rawness, the kind of care, that made his chest tighten in ways he couldn’t explain.

He nodded, his voice a little hoarser than he expected. “I won’t.” She turned, moving toward the path ahead, and he followed. But as they walked, the quiet between them felt different now, charged with something neither of them was ready to acknowledge.

Not yet.

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After walking for hours, their bodies aching with fatigue and their nerves frayed, Y/N and Leon finally make it to the next safe house. The tension between them lingers, building quietly as they move, as if every step brings them closer to something neither of them is ready to face. But it’s there, undeniable, thick in the air.

When the door closes behind them, the warmth of the safe house rushes in, a welcome relief from the cold winds outside. The soft hum of the heater fills the room, a quiet contrast to the silence that still hangs between them. They move around the room, setting their gear down without a word. Their exhaustion is palpable, but the weight of the moment, the unspoken things they’ve avoided, is heavier than anything physical.

Leon is the first to move toward the couch. He drops down onto it with a sigh, his shoulders slumping as the tension drains from his muscles. Y/N follows suit, sitting down beside him, their arms brushing as she settles next to him. The warmth of the room wraps around them, but the space between them feels charged, thick with everything neither of them is saying.

The silence stretches. Y/N’s thoughts swirl, but she doesn’t know how to start. She doesn’t know what to say to bridge the gap between them, so she waits. Then, Leon speaks, his voice breaking through the stillness, softer than she expected, almost hesitant.

“It’s funny…” He swallows hard, shifting uncomfortably on the couch. “I used to think I was fine, you know? I thought I could handle all of this—the chaos, the danger. But now… now I’m just waiting. I’m waiting for the next thing to fall apart. I don’t think I can ever stop waiting.” His words hang in the air, and for a moment, the weight of them settles between them, heavy. Y/N doesn’t know what to say, and honestly, she doesn’t think he’s asking for anything in return. It’s just him—raw, vulnerable in a way she’s rarely seen.

She’s never known him to open up like this, to let that armour slip, even if it’s just for a second. The tension that’s been between them feels different now. The walls between them, ones they’ve both carefully built, feel thinner, a crack they both might be ready to push through.

She doesn’t think about it. She doesn’t hesitate.

Without a word, Y/N leans her head against his shoulder, her hair brushing his cheek. Her movement is slow, soft, the kind of comfort that feels as much for her as it does for him. It’s not a calculated gesture, just something she does, drawn to the quiet warmth he offers. For a heartbeat, Leon tenses, as if he’s not sure what to do with this new closeness. He can feel the heat of her next to him, the weight of her head against his shoulder. But then, slowly, his body relaxes, and he doesn’t move away. His breath hitches for a second, almost imperceptibly, but it’s enough for him to realise how close they are. How much closer this makes everything feel.

He feels her weight resting against him, and the way his chest tightens, just a little. There’s a warmth there—comfort, yes, but something else too. A shift, a spark, like he’s starting to recognise that the line between them, the one he’s always kept so carefully drawn, might not be as clear as he thought. “Thanks,” he murmurs quietly, his voice rougher than usual. It’s not just gratitude; there’s something heavier beneath it, like the words are too simple for everything he’s feeling.

Y/N stays silent, breathing him in, leaning into the moment. She’s not sure what this is, but for now, she’s okay with it. It feels like more than just a quiet moment between them. It feels like a pause—a pause before the storm, before they both have to face the things they’ve been running from. For now, they’re just two people, sharing warmth in a world that’s anything but warm. And for the first time in a long time, it feels like that’s enough.

The warmth of the room wraps around them like a cocoon, a stillness settling in the space between them. Y/N's head rests lightly on Leon's shoulder, her body close enough that she can feel the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath her. For a moment, nothing else matters. The weight of everything—the chaos, the mission, the world falling apart—feels distant. It’s just them, in this small bubble of warmth. She breathes in, the scent of him—damp, slightly metallic from the storm, but something undeniably Leon—filling her senses. The silence between them stretches long enough that she can’t ignore the pull between them anymore. Her heart beats a little faster than usual, and she can feel the soft rhythm of his breathing as he shifts beneath her.

Leon is still tense, unsure of what to do with the proximity, the quiet intimacy that’s developing between them. His hand twitches at his side, but slowly, as if drawn by some magnetic force, it reaches out, grazing the side of her waist before resting there, steadying himself. He stops himself, unsure of the line they’re walking. He looks down at her—her face so close to his, her lashes fluttering against her cheek. The vulnerability in her expression is almost too much for him to handle, but he can’t pull his gaze away. He knows she feels it too, the subtle shift in the air, the energy between them that’s both familiar and strange.

Y/N feels his eyes on her. Slowly, she tilts her head up, the movement almost hesitant. She meets his gaze—those eyes, dark and full of unspoken things. It’s like the air crackles between them, both of them aware of the tension, but neither of them able to break it. Not yet. Her breath catches as she realises how close they are—too close, but somehow, not close enough. She can feel the heat radiating from his skin, the steady thrum of his pulse, and it makes her heart race just a little faster.

Leon’s breath hitches, and for a split second, she swears she sees something in his eyes shift. His gaze drops to her lips—just for a moment, just enough to make her pulse quicken. He’s so close now, she can feel the heat of his breath on her skin, the tension between them thick and undeniable. She leans forward just slightly, her lips almost brushing his. Everything around them seems to disappear, leaving just the two of them, suspended in a moment that’s both fragile and raw. But then, as if on instinct, Leon pulls back just enough to put distance between them. His chest tightens, and he swallows hard, looking away for the briefest of seconds, as if trying to shake the feeling that’s suddenly overwhelming him. His hand, which had found its place on her waist, slides away, but not without lingering for a moment longer than either of them intended.

"Sorry…" His voice is rough, unsteady, but there’s no apology in the words—just an almost desperate need to break the moment before it becomes something neither of them can take back. Y/N blinks, her heart pounding in her chest. The air between them still hums with tension, but neither of them speaks. They both feel it—the pull, the closeness, the unspoken things they’ve both been avoiding. But neither of them knows how to cross that line, not yet. Leon shifts uncomfortably, his hand finding its way to his knee as he looks back toward the door, unwilling to meet her eyes for fear of what he’ll see there.

For a long beat, Y/N stays quiet. Then, with a small, almost imperceptible sigh, she gently straightens, pulling her head away from his shoulder. She doesn't look at him, not yet—she needs a moment to breathe. To think. Neither of them moves, both of them caught in the silence that fills the room. Neither of them willing to make the next move.

But they both know—deep down—that it’s only a matter of time before one of them does.

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The air feels thick, heavy with the tension of the moment, the looming danger as they race to get to safety. Their breaths are ragged from the exertion, and their nerves are shot. But they don’t stop. Not yet. They can’t.

They’d thought they were in the clear, thought the night would pass without another ambush. But the second they round a corner, they’re met with a throng of zombies, clawing their way through the wreckage of the crumbling buildings. "Shit!" Leon’s voice is a harsh rasp, and he’s already pulling his gun, firing with precision, but there’s too many of them. Too many to outrun, too many to handle alone. "Y/N—move!" Leon yells, grabbing her arm, pulling her toward the alleyway. The sharp tang of sweat and blood mixes in the air, and the adrenaline courses through his veins like fire.

They’re not going to make it. They know it, but there’s no time to think about it.

A zombie lunges from the shadows, catching Y/N off guard. Leon is quicker. He’s on it in a second, a swift pull of his handgun and a precise shot to the head. The creature drops, its body slamming to the ground with a sickening thud. "You good?" Leon’s voice is low, rough with urgency, but his eyes are on her, checking her over.

Y/N nods, but just then—another one. This one bigger. Stronger. Its jaws snap, and before she can react, its hands latch around her wrist, pulling her into its grip. "Shit!" Leon roars, his own anger flaring. He rushes forward, slamming the monster off Y/N with all his strength, and before it can retaliate, he’s shooting it point-blank in the chest. Y/N’s breath is shallow, her body still in shock from the near miss. Leon’s gaze softens for a second, but there’s no time to savour the victory. There’s still a war to fight.

The zombies are relentless. They keep coming, a flood of bloodthirsty rage. But as the last of them falls to the ground with a grotesque finality, the sound of silence returns. Y/N’s pulse races, and Leon can feel it too. His body is close to hers, the space between them smaller than it’s ever been. Their ragged breaths mingle as they both process the fight they just survived. It’s over, but neither of them moves. Not yet. Not until the silence is broken by Leon’s voice, rough and heavy with the weight of what just happened.

"God, Y/N…" His words come out as a low murmur. "You’re fucking incredible."

Before she can respond, he’s pulling her to him. There’s no hesitation now, no second-guessing. The tension that’s been building for days, weeks, is too much to ignore. He grabs her by the waist, his hand gripping the curve of her body like it’s the only thing keeping him grounded.

She’s almost breathless when their lips meet—hot, urgent. The kiss is savage, raw, like they’re both desperate for something they can’t have—until they can. It’s messy, frenzied, the crash of their bodies against the wall behind them. His hands are on her thighs, lifting her effortlessly, pressing her against the cold, unforgiving surface. She clings to him, every part of her shaking from the intensity, the release of everything that’s been building up between them.

"Fuck," Leon groans into the kiss, his hand tightening around her waist as he pulls her even closer. There’s no gentleness in this. Not now. Just heat. Just need. Y/N’s fingers are tangled in his hair, pulling him deeper into the kiss, her body pushing into his like she can’t get close enough. Every inch of her is alive, every breath stolen between the crushing moments they share.

They’re moving against the wall now—pressing harder into each other with every moment, every breath. There’s nothing delicate about it. It’s raw. Unstoppable. They’ve both been fighting against this thing, this pull between them, but in the chaos of the fight, it’s too much. The kiss deepens, the world falling away. It’s nothing but them, in this moment. And then, just as quickly as it starts, it stops. Their foreheads rest against each other, their breathing heavy, their hearts still racing from the adrenaline and the kiss that left them both wanting more. Leon’s hand lingers on her waist, his thumb brushing against her skin, as he looks into her eyes—those eyes that are full of the same intensity, the same need that he’s feeling. "Leon", she whines.

"Shit," he breathes out, the word a ragged whisper. "What the fuck are we doin’?" His hand slips further down her waist, gripping her tighter. He knows what they’re doing. They both do. And now, there’s no turning back. It’s no longer about survival. It’s about needing each other in this world that’s falling apart.

And before he can stop himself, his lips are on hers again. This time, more fevered, more desperate. He’s pushing her into the wall, his body pressing against hers with a force that takes her breath away. Every kiss is like a promise, each one more intense than the last. She meets him with equal hunger, her hands tugging at the hem of his shirt, pulling him closer. It's a flurry of pushing clothes aside, and getting him inside her, both their head dropping back as he sheathes into her.

For a moment, they forget about everything. The world. The chaos. The monsters outside. It’s just them. Just this moment, as their bodies move together. And for the first time in a long time, Leon knows exactly what he needs—and it’s her.

[ghsface]

me when chris

[ghsface]

Y’all hear something dripping??

Me as fuck :

[ghsface]

MISC SMUT PROMPTS

1. “no underwear? did you plan this?”

2. “are you just going to watch?”

3. “but the cameras” - “they can’t see us from this angle, if you can stay still”

4. “you’re such a needy girl”

5. “you just keep doing what you’re doing”

6. “you’re fucking soaked”

7. “you make me so wet”

8. “can i ask you for something?”

9. “please don’t think i’m weird for this…”

10. “does that turn you on?”

11. “i need your fingers”

12. “say/do it like you mean it”

13. “scream my name while you cum”

14. “why don't you make it up to me?"

15. “touch yourself, i want to watch”

16. “on your knees”

17. “turn around”

18. “bend over”

19. “spread your legs”

20. “open wider”

21. “sit on my thigh/face/etc”

22. “lift your leg”

23. “i’m bored, let’s play”

24. “i can see you staring at my tits/thigh/ass”

25. “harder”

26. “it’s my turn now”

27. “i didn’t mean to call you that, i’m sorry” - “no! don’t apologize, i liked it…”

28. “spank me”

29. “choke me”

30. “bite me”

31. “you can practice on me”

32. “this is a one time thing”

33. “i thought you said it was a one time thing?”

34. “we can’t do this”

35. “i ordered us something”

36. “that looks too big”

37. “you bought a vibrator?”

38. “sit here”

39. “while standing?”

40. “give me your hand”

41. “i’m/it’s all over your chin”

42. “do you think about me when you touch yourself?”

43. “why are you being so shy? it’s not like i haven’t already seen all of you”

44. “you’re so spoiled”

45. “can we use a toy?”

46. “can i use a toy on you?”

47. “just like that”

48. “nobody can know about this, okay?”

49. “how are you so close already?”

50. “i can see how wet you are through your shorts”

51. “can you be quick?”

52. “please, i’ll finish fast”

53. “use your mouth”

54. “why do you get so shy when i use that word?”

55. “where do you want me to touch you?” - “down there…” - “you have to say the word”

56. “on the counter/table/etc?”

57. “have you seen the things the the fans write about you and *other celeb*?”

58. “pull my hair”

59. “open your mouth”

60. “you’re such a messy girl”

61. “take off your underwear” - “but, there’s other people here” - “they won’t see you, there’s an entire table here”

62. “open your eyes”

63. “look at me while you cum”

64. “do you want me to use my fingers/mouth?”

65. “do you want to join me?”

66. “how bad do you want it?”

67. “it’s too late for this” - “you don’t have to do anything, just stay laying down”

68. “can you stay quiet if i take this call?”

69. “we could get kicked out for this”

70. “don’t make me say it, you know what i want”

71. “you’re so annoying” - “would i still be annoying eating you out?”

72. “put your leg over my shoulder”

73. “there’s no one else here, be louder”

74. “i’m going to fuck you against the windows, i want everyone to see how good you are for me”

75. “stop being gentle”

76. “you can’t leave marks”

77. “we are not doing this standing, there’s a bed right there”

78. “do you like it when i spank you?”

79. “use my thigh”

80. “if you hate me so much, why are you letting me do this?”

81. “you’re really telling me to stop while both of your hands are in my shirt?”

82. “i still hate you”

83. “this is just sex, no strings”

84. “fuck you” - “well, that’s what we’re doing isn’t it?”

85. "you can take it like a good girl, right?"

86. “that was a nice way to wake up"

87. "how about we give them something to talk about?"

88. "dressing room, now"

89. "you/we need to be on stage in 15 minutes" ... "i don't care"

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Frosted Brushes

leon kennedy x fem!reader

summary: an ill-timed snowstorm leaves you snowed in with a less than enthusiastic federal agent.

cw: nsfw (18+) - mdni!!, smut, bestfriend's older brother!leon, kissing, oral sex, face-sitting, vaginal fingering, p in v, spanking, mild choking

wc: 5.5k

a/n: i know i promised blurred lines pt2 (it's coming) but i just loveee the snowed in trope. also leon's biceps - i love his biceps <3

also on ao3!

Getting snowed in wasn't exactly on your bucket list. 

It’d been a mistake, your best friend had said, her voice anxious and apologetic on the phone as she’d tried to make up for the fact that she’d left you stranded here, in the middle of nowhere in a cabin that she had booked. You were only meant to stay here over the week of Christmas and fly back the next, but she’d conveniently forgotten to book tickets for both you and Leon. It’d been too late by then, a vicious snow storm rolling in and ruining all your chances of trying to leave.

You’d stared out the windows for a concerning amount of time, mourning the loss of your upcoming paychecks and not being able to sleep in your own bed. Outside, the snow was packed in tight and you’d been half-tempted to just grab the snow shovel and clear a path for yourself, but the howling wind coupled with the freezing temperature didn’t seem to agree with your plans. The only thing saving you from this woeful situation was the generator that was still up and running. 

The federal agent currently lounging on the couch wasn’t helping either. You’d known Leon since you were children, mostly seeing him around the house when you’d come over to play with your best friend. He had kept to himself all those years ago, shooting you fleeting glances and berating you when you’d gotten too loud playing.

Boredom makes your temples throb and the thought of reading through another book makes you feel nauseous, so you settle on approaching Leon, flopping down on the other end with a heavy sigh.

“Hey,” you say, your feet nudging his thigh, “can’t you call up one of your buddies and have ‘em pick us up?”

“That’s not how it works,” Leon sighs, his eyes flitting down to stare irritatedly at your fluffy sock covered feet.

“What good is being a federal agent then?” you drawl, head tipping back over the armrest.

Leon rolls his eyes, shoving your feet away. You grumble, tucking your feet back under you before scooting forward to peer at whatever work on his laptop screen.

“Classified,” Leon says shortly, turning the screen away from you.

“Seriously, Leon?” you say, crossing your arms over your chest. “It’s not like I’m going to leak government secrets to a foreign enemy.”

“You might ,” Leon grits out, sending you a glare as you try to twist your body to take another look. 

“Maybe I should be flattered that you think me capable of treason.”

Leon snorts, his eyes glancing over towards you again. “You wouldn’t last a day in the field, dork. Most likely end up getting yourself killed, or maybe even blown up.”

You glare at him, shifting again, making sure to dig your feet into his thigh a little harder as you roll over onto your side on the couch. Leon lets out a low hiss, growing irritated with your petulant behavior. He doesn’t shove your feet away like before so you settle on staying in that position, eyes slipping shut. A tiny sprig of hope unfurls inside of you; maybe if you tried hard enough, you’d be able to sleep the entire snowstorm away.

The weather doesn’t seem to let up, the wind howling outside, a chill beginning to creep into the cabin. You huff out an exasperated breath, eyes peeking open to sneak a glance at Leon. He looks engrossed in whatever he’s doing, fingers tapping against the keyboard, his brows drawn together.

Perhaps you’d struck out, getting stuck here with Leon. Sure, the federal agent stuff was mildly interesting, but he was more like a silent, grumpy lump. It sort of helped that he had a nice face, even if just to stare at. 

“‘m cold,” you mumble, sock-clad toes trying to worm under his thighs, seeking out his warmth.

“Stop complaining,” Leon grouses, nudging your legs away with his hand.

“You’re so mean,” you shoot back, eyes narrowing. “Is it because you got stuck with a desk job?”

Leon glares at you, his touch growing rougher as he grabs your ankle and throws your leg away from him. A yelp escapes you, body bending awkwardly before you straighten yourself up, curling up away from him.

“I’m a field agent,” Leon hisses, snapping his laptop shut.

You shoot him an unimpressed look, eyes flitting over him. “I don’t see a gun.”

“Yeah and it’s a good thing I didn’t bring it, because I would shoot you if I had the chance.”

A sharp scoff leaves you, arms crossing over your chest as you stand up. “You’re such a piece of sh-”

A loud screeching noise cuts you off, your brows furrowing as you glance towards the direction the sound was coming from. It doesn’t take long to figure out what’s happened when the lights in the cabin go out after a moment, the interior lit up by the flickering embers of the hearth. 

“Great,” Leon murmurs, standing up and walking towards the large windows, his eyes landing on the generator, “it’s probably frozen.”

You trail after him, a frown pulling at your lips as you stare out at the snowy tundra surrounding you in every direction.

“Is there no way to fix it?” you ask, fingers pressing up against the window.

“Maybe if we got rid of the snow,” Leon sighs, his hand running through his hair, “but the cold would probably just make it freeze up again.”

“Time to get shovelling,” you murmur, peering up at Leon.

Leon’s gaze flicks towards you, his lips thinning. “I’m not going out there.”

“What?” you ask snappily, irritation prickling across your skin, “why not?”

“Because I’ll freeze to death,” he retorts, “didn’t you watch the weather report?”

You stare at him, eye twitching at his refusal. At this rate, both of you would freeze to death if you weren’t able to get the generator up and running. You didn’t particularly trust the insulation either, although there was enough wood stocked in the spare room to maybe get you through the rest of the nights here.

“So what are you suggesting?” you ask, “that I go out and do it?”

“If you’re desperate enough,” he mutters under his breath.

“You’re the man!” you protest. “Shouldn’t you like protect me or something?”

Leon scoffs, his arms crossing over his chest as he stares down at you derisively. “You’re on your own, pipsqueak. Each man for themselves.”

“Oh, fuck you,” you snarl, stomping over to the door and yanking a jacket off of its hook. You shrug it on angrily, zipping it up tight before wrapping a scarf around your neck. “You’re pathetic, Leon!”

You grab the snow shovel, moving to open the door, only for it to not budge. There’s a moment of silence and you don’t dare look back at Leon. Setting the snow shovel down, you tug at the door handle, yanking hard. 

“Please open,” you whisper, trying to wrench the door open, “please.”

By the time you’re done grumbling and yanking, the door’s only response is a pitiful groan, failing to give way at all, completely and utterly frozen shut.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” you mutter, glancing at the hinges of the door.

“Frozen in,” Leon drawls, stepping up behind you, “who would’ve thought? You know, you looked pretty pathetic trying to open it up.”

You turn around to face him, biting the inside of your cheek to prevent yourself from spewing a slew of curses at him. Your best friend would pay dearly for this debacle. Pushing past Leon, you stride purposefully into the room you were staying in, pulling free the sheets before managing to haul the mattress off of the bed frame. 

Leon watches with raised brows as you lug the mattress across the floor. You dump it onto the space just in front of the fireplace, brushing your hair out of your face before disappearing into your room again to gather the sheets and blankets.

“At least you’re resourceful?” Leon offers, following suit as he adds his mattress next to yours soon after.

The absence of heat becomes all the more apparent as the night creeps in, your body shivering and teeth chattering every now and then despite the layers you’re wearing. You and Leon settle on soup for dinner, placing the cans near the fireplace to heat them up.

“Maybe we’ll just freeze to death,” you sigh, tugging the blanket draped around your shoulders a little tighter.

Leon hums, glancing over at you. “Maybe.”

You roll your eyes at his short response, padding through the cabin and into the dark bathroom. No generator meant no lights and you weren’t willing to risk using your phone or the flashlights lest the battery ran out.

“Ouch,” you grumble when your hip hits the side of the sink, your eyes squinting in an attempt to adjust to the dark.

You’re too busy rubbing your hip to notice the dark shadow stepping into the bathroom. There’s an arm landing on your waist and you shriek, hand flying out to smack whoever it is. 

“Careful,” Leon groans when he feels you grab at his face, feeling around blindly.

“What are you doing?” you hiss, pushing at his chest.

“Keeping you company,” he shoots back, “not like there’s anything for me to do other than stare at the fire.”

“Don’t tell me you’re scared,” you say, managing to turn the tap on. The water is entirely too cold, but thankfully not yet frozen. You hunch over, splashing some onto your face.

“Funny,” Leon replies drily, his hand slipping lower to hold your hip as you bend over.

Your breath hitches at the action and you hope Leon doesn’t notice, especially with the way you tremble when his hand smooths over your waist absentmindedly. Leon’s touching doesn’t seem to let up and you turn around in his arms, fingers prodding into his chest.

“Stop touching me, you creep.”

Leon lets out a heavy sigh, his hands falling away from you. You manage to bundle out of the bathroom, finding his eyes in the dim lighting. He stares down at you, and you tilt your head in question.

“Nothing,” he huffs out, shoving your face away with his hand.

You grumble, swatting his hand away, padding over to your makeshift bed near the fireplace. Despite the warmth of the fire, you still shiver, and snuggling in under the heap of blankets. 

Leon’s footfalls are quiet as he makes his way over, settling down on his own mattress. Silence passes over you both until a sneeze tickles at your nose, making your eyes water.

“Are you still cold?” Leon asks quietly.

“Nothing I can’t handle,” you mumble back, curling up your toes in your socks, trying to bury yourself deeper under the blankets.

You miss the way Leon rolls his eyes, a squeak leaving you when you feel strong arms looping around your waist, tugging you across onto Leon’s mattress. His chest is warm against your back, the layers of blankets growing with the two of you now pressed together.

“Let- let go of me,” you grouse, trying to unlatch his arms from around you.

“No can do, pipsqueak,” he replies, keeping you close, “my sister will kill me if anything happens to you. Besides, I know you gotta little thing for me.” 

“I do not have a thing for you,” you scoff, your denial sharp. You squirm in his arms, managing to roll onto your other side to face him. “That would be gross, Leon.”

“Yeah?” Leon murmurs, his eyes drifting across your face, “you didn’t think it was gross when you told my sister you’d like to sit on my face.”

You sputter, embarrassment making your cheeks go hot. Suddenly, the chill of the snowstorm seems to fade, replaced by a heat that seems unbearable, Leon’s skin warm against yours.

“I- I did not say that!” you protest, trying to squirm out of his arms again but to no avail.

“I overheard you,” he sighs, rolling his eyes when you try to swat at his face.

“Well, fine,” you admit begrudgingly, stopping your struggling. “But you aren’t special . I could name five other guys off the top of my head that I’d enjoy.”

“Ouch,” Leon replies, his eyes boring into yours. “‘m wounded, pipsqueak.” 

You send him a glare before snuggling closer, your face shoving into his chest. Leon lets out a rough laugh, his grip on you loosening. Silence passes over you and the warmth settles down to something more cozy, making your eyes droop shut.

“Could be fun.”

“What?” you mumble sleepily.

“Could be fun if you sat on my face.”

You peek up at him, taken aback. “Have you lost your mind, Leon?”

His lips purse as he considers your words, shrugging his shoulders lazily. “Gotta kill the time somehow,” he yawns.

“‘m not sleeping with you, jerk,” you reply, trying to ignore the fact that Leon, grumpy federal agent Leon , was offering to eat you out.

He sighs, muttering something incoherent that you can barely pick up on. It doesn’t help that Leon’s managed to ruin your sleep, the image of Leon’s head between your thighs popping into your mind. Could be fun .

Leon’s already staring at you when you look back up at him, his brows raising when you play with the strings of his hoodie, twirling and twisting them.

“Do you want to?” you ask.

He considers your words, running his hand through his hair. “I could use the practice. It’s been a while.”

“I’m not a training dummy, Leon,” you retort, but Leon’s already moving, the blankets around you shifting as he pulls them off, grabbing at your sock and pajama pants. “You said it could be fun .”

“Practice can be fun,” he replies drily, pulling your pajama pants off.

You shiver when the cold hits your skin, goosebumps erupting all over immediately. Leon’s hands are warm when he slides them over your legs, his head lowering to take a look at your panties.

“Cute,” Leon murmurs, finger pulling at the band before letting the fabric snap back against your skin. 

“H- hey!” you stop him when he tries to pull them off, eyes narrowing. “You should build up to it, not just go right in.”

Leon rolls his eyes and you huff out an annoyed breath, feet pressing up against his chest. 

“C’mon, Leon,” you say, voice morphing into a taunt, “work for it.”

“You always like this?” he shoots back, glaring down at you.

You give him a snarky smile, nudging your feet against his chest again. Leon shakes his head, grabbing one of your feet. You watch as he dips his head, his lips landing on your ankle. Leon’s lips are surprisingly gentle, his eyes flitting to yours as he trails his lips up your leg, leaving hot kisses in his wake.

A soft sigh escapes you, the tenseness fading as you relax, letting your eyes slide shut as he squeezes your thighs and kisses the side of your knee.

“Good?” he asks, his voice low.

“Mhm,” you nod, hips reacting to his ministrations as he spreads you apart.

Leon’s breath is hot against your skin, his tongue darting out to lick teasingly as he covers your inner thighs with kisses. You peer down at him, reaching out to place your hand in his hair, back arching slightly when he noses into your panties.

You bite your lip when he licks over your panties, feeling wetness beginning to gather between your thighs. His eyes flutter shut when your nails scratch at his scalp lightly, lapping at your clothed pussy until the fabric is wet with his spit and your slick, clinging to your folds.

“That’s cute,” you murmur, “thought this was just practice?”

He huffs out a breath and you smile, letting him lap at your clothed cunt until he’s satisfied. Leon kisses your hip when he rises up, fingers trailing across your thighs before drifting over your panties again, rubbing the drenched material absentmindedly. 

“‘s nice,” he murmurs, reaching up to tug your panties flush against your pussy, his eyes latched onto the way it outlines your puffy folds. Leon’s fingers reach down, rubbing over your cunt, pressing your panties against you harder. He watches the way you bite back the noises that threaten to escape, his lips turning into a frown. “Don’t do that.”

You shake your head stubbornly and he glares at you, tugging your lip out from the confines of your teeth.

“Guess I’ll just have to wear you out, hm?”

Leon’s fingers are greedy as he pulls your panties free, throwing them somewhere over his shoulder.

“Kiss first,” you say quietly when he thumbs apart your sticky folds, “then lick.”

“I know how to do this,” he grunts, gripping your thighs harder to pull you closer to him.

“Well then show me- oh fuck -”

Your breath hitches when he kisses your clit, the bud swollen and aching from before when he’d licked over your panties and prodded his tongue against you. Leon grins against your cunt, his tongue lolling out to lick a stripe over your wet pussy, delving deep between your folds to drink down your slick.

“Taste good, pipsqueak,” he rasps, licking over your cunt, lapping over and over again until your thighs twitch and your hand tightens in his hair, eyes squeezing shut.

“Don’t- ngh- don’t call me that! ”

“What should I call you then?” Leon asks, pulling back to spit on your cunt, his fingers spreading over your clit and pussy, rubbing it in, his thumb drawing tight circles against your clit. “Hm? Baby, is that what you want? Maybe sweetheart? Darlin’, gorgeous, my good girl? All of ‘em?”

You can only manage out a moan, hips rolling up to meet his mouth as the pet-names ring in your mind, a haze of lust fogging over your mind. Leon lets out a hoarse laugh, prodding a finger against your fluttering hole, easing it in. 

A whimper leaves you, cunt clenching around it as he nips at your thigh, tilting his head to suck your clit into his mouth. You shudder as he suckles, tongue flicking against the throbbing bud, teeth grazing across gently. He presses another finger into your cunt, a deep groan leaving him as you clench around his fingers harder, hips jumping when he sucks at your clit with renewed fervor.

“Such a whiny baby,” Leon muses when he hears the little whimpers and whines that leave you, his hand clamping over your hip to keep you in place as you squirm. “Don’t worry sweetheart, ‘m gonna take care of you.”

You mewl, hips rolling again needily as he buries his face into your cunt, slurping and sucking noisily. It makes your cheeks flush with embarrassment, despite the fact no one can hear you for miles.

“Thought- ah- thought you were gonna let me sit on your face,” you mumble out, body shuddering when Leon curls his fingers, beginning to thrust them in and out of you.

“Is that what you want?” 

You peer down at him before managing out a nod. Leon hums, taking a measured suck of your clit and pressing a kiss to it. He pats your hip, shifting to lay on his back in response. It’s nice of him, you think, when he offers you his hand, pulling you closer as you swing your leg over his face as you peer down at him.

“Sit on my face, baby,” he murmurs, kissing the inside of your thigh.

You flush lightly, reaching out to brush the hair that’s fallen across his forehead, running your fingers through the soft strands. Leon’s eyes slip shut and you smile, trailing your fingers over the curve of his cheek before shuffling forward, lowering yourself onto his awaiting mouth.

“Oh,” you breathe out, hands landing on the sheets above his head, gripping them tightly.

Leon groans, hands grasping at your thighs, squeezing the fat of them as he urges you to rock your hips across his mouth. It’s almost too much, the swirl of his tongue, the intensity of his gaze as he looks up at you.

“I like it when you shut up,” you murmur, giving him a smile as you drag your cunt over the length of his tongue. “So much more tolerable this way, Leon.”

Leon lets out an indignant sound and you yelp, jolting when his hand comes down on your ass, your flesh stinging. What an asshole. You glare down at him, gripping his hair harder, pulling at the strands, enough to make it hurt .

He grunts, eyes squeezing shut in pain before he grasps your hips, pulling you down flush against his mouth. Your mouth opens, a strangled moan sounding as you feel his tongue pressing into your cunt.

“N- ngh- no,” you begin to say but Leon ignores you, fucking into your cunt with your tongue.

You can hardly see straight, back arching, eyes squeezing shut. 

“Brat,” Leon snarls, slapping your ass again, “so fucking bratty, sweetheart.”

“‘m not,” you whine, squirming atop his mouth, moaning again when he sucks his clit into your mouth, tongue flicking and swirling until you’re seeing stars. “‘m not , Leon.”

“You are,” he snaps lowly, “bratty and annoying and a fucking pain the ass.” He licks over your cunt again and again. Your thighs twitch, chest heaving as you suck in short, sharp breaths, hunching over when his teeth nip at your folds carefully.

It’s the worst, or perhaps the best because it has the bridge of his nose pressing up against your clit in a way that you’ve never felt before. You rock your hips, gasping, tears pricking at your eyes when he lands another heavy slap to your ass.

“Cum, baby,” Leon hisses, his voice a low rasp, “cum on my fucking mouth. Can you do that, hm? Be a good girl for once and cum .”

You shudder, a sharp cry tearing its way out of your throat as you cum, twitching violently. There’s sweat covering your body, your eyes squeezing shut as you cum. Leon laps at your slick, drinking it down like a man starved. He squeezes your thighs and you tremble, managing to squirm off of him, slumping down over the blankets, panting as your cunt throbs.

Silence passes over the cabin, save for the soothing crackle of the fire. Leon clears his throat, his arm wrapping around your waist to pull you closer into the warmth of his chest.

“Hey,” he murmurs, “you- uh, you good?”

“Shut up, Leon,” you grouse, still reeling from the fact that Leon had given you the best orgasm of your life.

“I didn’t mean it,” he offers quietly, calloused palm rubbing up and down your side, over the dip of your waist and curve of your hip. “Well, not all of it.”

You shift, turning to face him. Leon’s hair looks like a mess and you figure you don’t look that much better, given all the squirming and writhing you were doing earlier.

“Yeah?” you murmur, “well, I mean it when I say you’re a dick.”

“Fine,” Leon muses, a smile pulling at his lips, “I’ll let you h-”

His words are cut off when you shuffle closer, grabbing his hoodie. Your nose brushes against his gently, eyes fluttering shut as you press your lips against his tentatively. Leon sighs into your mouth, his hand squeezing at your ass, his lips working against yours.

You wrap your arms around his neck, letting out a soft noise when he licks into your mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue. He can’t help himself as he grabs at you, his hands sliding up under your thick sweater to grasp at your tits. You whimper when he pinches your nipples, rolling them between his fingers before tugging gently.

“Gonna let me fuck you, sweetheart?” Leon whispers against your lips.

You nod, kissing him again, pulling at his hoodie. He sits up, tugging it up over his head before reaching for you, pulling your sweater off of you. Leon swallows when he sees your breasts, his hands reaching for them greedily.

“C’mere, baby,” he murmurs, dipping his head to suck a nipple into his mouth. You bite your lip, hands cupping the back of his head as Leon nuzzles into your breasts, mouthing at the sides of them, landing soft kisses across your sternum and up your throat before finding your lips again.

Your hands are just as greedy as his mouth, reaching down to palm him through his sweats, the bulge looking inviting. Leon moans into your mouth and you smile, pecking his lips as you dip your hand inside, curling your hand around his cock.

It’s thick and heavy when Leon pulls down his sweatpants, his cock bobbing. You lick your hips, straddling his thigh, stroking his cock slowly. Leon’s eyes are squeezed shut, his head tipped back as his hips buck up into your hand.

“‘s big, Leon,” you murmur, watching with rapt attention as thick globs of pre-cum bead at the tip of his cock.

“Y- yeah?” he whimpers, thighs twitching, “‘s all yours, sweetheart.”

You hum happily, meeting his eyes before opening your mouth, letting spit drop down from your tongue onto his cock. Leon groans brokenly, watching as you jerk him off, cum and spit mixing together. 

“Enough,” he grunts when you swipe your thumb over the tip of his cock.

You pout, shuffling back, enough to get your mouth around the head of his cock. Leon’s grumbling when your tongue swirls around his cock, his hand fisting into your hair to pull you off roughly.

“I said enough ,” Leon murmurs, moving you until you're on your hands and knees. 

“Thought you said your cock was mine ,” you drawl, wiggling your hips, ass up in the air for him. “You’re being- oh -”

A dazed sigh leaves you when you feel Leon’s mouth on you again, his thumbs spreading you apart greedily, tongue licking over your cunt. You turn your head, hazy eyes finding Leon’s hand wrapped around his cock, his grip tight as he strokes himself.

“Want your cock in me,” you mumble, drooling into the pillows when he kisses your clit.

“Greedy,” he says, rubbing his cock against your cunt for a few seconds before he presses his cock in.

You gasp, eyes squeezing shut, hips shifting away. Leon clicks his tongue, pulling your hips back, forcing you to take his cock. It’s girthy and thick, a mewl leaving you as you feel his cock stretch you out.

“That’s it,” Leon whispers, hand smoothing over the length of your back, “take my cock, sweetheart.”

You babble incoherently, leaning back into him when he drapes himself over your back, his lips on your shoulder. Leon draws his hips back before thrusting them forward, making you moan. He smiles against your skin, kissing the back of your neck before straightening out.

“Look at that,” Leon murmurs, letting out a low whistle as he spreads your wider, his fingers stroking the edges of your stretched out pussy. “Greedy cunt’s just swallowing up my cock, baby.”

“More,” you whine, starting to rock your hips back to meet his thrusts.

Leon groans, feeling your ass smack back against his hips. He grips you harder, fingers bruising against your hips, pushing down on your back to make you arch. The action has you squeaking when you lose your balance, toppling forward, cheek squishing into the pillows.

The clap of his hips against yours is embarrassing, the cold around you forgotten in the dim cabin, the thickness of his cock replacing any worries you had.

“So fucking good,” Leon snarls, tugging you up again. “Perfect fucking pussy, baby.”

You cry out when he fucks up into you, his chest flush against your back, his arm winding around your neck. Leon squeezes and you slur out a moan, head turning to sink your teeth into his bicep.

He hisses at the flare of pain, squeezing harder. Your body jolts with every thrust, eyes rolling back in delirium at how good the feel of his cock is combined with the squeeze of his arm around your neck.

“Leon!” you whimper, tipping your head back, kissing his jaw sloppily.

“‘m right here, sweetheart,” he groans, mouth slotting over yours messily.

It’s all spit and sloppy kisses, both of your bodies trembling as Leon pounds into you without abandon. The squeeze of his bicep has your vision blurring, nails digging into his thigh. Your cunt clenches and Leon whines, pressing you back down to fuck his cock into you, hand coming down on your ass hard .

“Gonna make me cum,” he rasps, fingers finding your clit, rubbing tight circles around the swollen bud. 

“Please,” you mewl, hugging the pillow to your chest, “please, Leon- wanna cum, wanna cum please .”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he chants breathlessly, kissing your cheek, “wait, where- fuck, baby- where do you want it?”

“In- nghhh- in me,” you beg, hooking your foot awkwardly around his leg, trying to keep him from pulling out. “Cum inside , Leon. Want your cum.”

“Shit,” Leon groans, pressing his face into the crook of your neck, his hips humping into your cunt as he loses himself in the tight clench of your pussy. “Sweetheart, you gotta let go.”

“N- nooo,” you whine, shaking your head, wiggling your hips back so his cock presses into you deeper.

He moans, the sound deep and guttural and it has you moaning too, cunt clenching around him like a vice. 

“Pussy’s not letting me go,” Leon snarls, cock driving into you deeper as he slows his thrusts, opting to roll his hips instead. “Fine, ‘m gonna give you my cum, sweetheart. Gonna fill this greedy, little pussy up.” 

You slur out a response, face shoved into the pillow, writhing as Leon rubs your clit a few more times. He curses when you squeeze around him again, slumping over you as his cock twitches, hot cum spilling into you. You bite your lip, dazed and sated as you cum with him, pussy fluttering around his cock.

Leon kisses your neck, panting as he lets his forehead rest against your back. His softening cock slips out of you and Leon turns you on your back, dipping his head to kiss you deeply. You wrap your arm around his neck loosely, sighing contentedly as he massages your hips and thighs.

“I’ll be back,” he whispers against your lips.

You nod, laying there limp. Leon returns with a dry cloth, his lips lingering on your stomach and hip as he cleans you up.

He tugs you into his chest after, kissing your cheek and letting you burrow into his warmth. Your fingers slide through his hair, playing with the soft strands absentmindedly as he smooths his hand over your side, dropping a kiss to your head every now and then.

“So was that good for practice?” you ask, feigning innocence.

Leon huffs out a laugh, his hand squeezing at your waist. “Yeah,” he says, thumb stroking over the curve of your hip, “real good, baby.”

You hum happily, smiling when he tilts his head, kissing you again.

“Does this mean I can see your work?”

“No,” he replies drily, smiling against your cheek. “Still classified, sweetheart.”

“Well, what can I do to un -classify it?”

Leon grins. “I can think of a few things.”

-

“Bring me any souvenirs?” you call out, leaning against the side of your car.

Leon rolls his eyes, dumping his duffle bag onto the ground, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. You laugh, letting him nuzzle into the crook of your neck, humming in amusement when he grumbles.

“You’re meant to say you missed me.”

You did miss Leon. After the snowstorm had receded, you’d still been unable to keep your hands off one another, even when you’d returned home. He’d been called on some mission some months later, and now here you were, picking him up.

“Just a smidge,” you murmur, biting your lip when he noses into your cheek, pressing soft kisses across your skin.

You turn your head, cupping his cheeks to pull him closer, kissing him deeply. Leon smiles against your lips, holding you tighter, arms squeezing around you. “Maybe a lot,” you whisper, landing another kiss to his lips.

“I missed you too,” he sighs, tucking your hair behind your ear and pressing a kiss to your forehead. Leon’s lips drift, dragging down over the side of your cheek and to your jaw. He presses you against the cool metal of your car, one of his hands drifting under your skirt.

“Know that pretty pussy missed me too,” he murmurs, “‘s why you sent me all those videos, right?”

“Shut up, Leon.”

“Oh c’mon,” Leon drawls, pulling you back into his chest when you try opening the door to your car, “I liked ‘em, sweetheart.”

He kisses your neck heatedly, a soft whine making its way out of your throat when he squeezes the fat of your ass and pats it affectionately.

“We should go home,” you whisper breathily.

“Yeah,” Leon murmurs, his hand forward to cup your pussy, stroking it through your panties. “Car’s right here though.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, muttering a curse when Leon speaks again.

“Could be fun.”

[ghsface]

𐔌 . ⋮ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙɪᴛ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ ɴᴏᴡ.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

leon kennedy x fem afab! reader

๋࣭ ⭑⚝word count:  4.4k words ๋࣭ ⭑⚝ NSFW!!!! enemies to lovers (kind of), unprotected again (please don't do that), semi-public, oral (f receiving), p in v, reader is NOT ada wong lol

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ summary: Your mission is to sell off a virus sample outside a club - Leon's mission is to stop you; it isn't the first time he's tried.

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ a/n:  this was inspired by the song of the same name by she wants revenge ^_^

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You took one last glance in the passenger seat mirror as you wrapped your hand around the car door handle. You quickly adjusted your hair and reapplied your lip gloss, smacking your lips around a little so the pigment would be evenly distributed.

You shoved your lip-gloss back in your bag before heading out the car door, handing over a hefty tip for your driver. Your legs were a bit wobbly as you stepped out, wearing heels was rough, but you needed to blend in with everyone else in the crowd. You also couldn't deny how well it complimented your outfit. You corrected your posture and continued forward toward the entrance of the club, gripping your bag tightly. 

There was a small line outside the front of the club. You glanced back down at your bag for a moment, not wanting to look suspicious as you checked to make sure the sample was secured. 

You felt around the bag and closed it again after being assured the virus sample was safe and secure in your bag. The line moved forward and you grabbed your wallet to present your ID to the bouncer.

He looked over your ID and nodded before speaking. "Something in your bag?" he asked as he nodded his head toward the bag you had, straps thrown over your shoulder. He'd seen you glance back in your bag before the line moved. 

"No sir," you assured him, speaking confidently as you shuffled to show him the inside of your bag. The sample was buried beneath makeup products and other usual amenities you carried around. Nothing suspicious.

You studied him as he glanced in your bag, anxious for a response from him as he took an unusually long time to move. Say something, anything. You thought to yourself.

"Alright. You can head on in." he eventually said after analyzing you and the inside of your bag. It was easy to get away with this stuff, who would expect anyone like you to be carrying contraband around in your bag? You looked like a regular person just trying to enjoy a Friday night out.

You squeezed into the crowded nightclub. The air was thick and hot from the sheer amount of people packed into one area, the movement from the people dancing only contributing to the heat in the air. 

Did people actually enjoy being this cramped? You wondered to yourself as you gently pushed a few people aside so you could get a better look of the area.

The man you were supposed to meet, your client, told you to wait for him out in a staff only hallway that led to an exit. He gave you the key to get into the hallway; he'd snatched it easily. This club needed better security.

You looked around the club, hardly able to make much out in the dim lighting. You squinted a little, attempting to stand up as straight as you could to look over the sea of heads. Luckily, your heels helped you gain some height, so it was a bit easier to see over other people.

You finally spotted a staff-only door on the very opposite end of the club, hidden away in a shaded corner. 

You clutched your bag a bit tighter and began moving forward. The area was a sensory nightmare. It was excruciatingly claustrophobic, everyone was pressed tightly together like sardines, and music was blasting so loudly through the speakers it shook the ground.

Everyone was skin to skin, bodies pressed against each other, producing more and more heat into the air. The wave of boiling breeze that engulfed you was nearly nauseating, and the slight smell of sweat really wasn’t helping. 

You continued guiding yourself through the crowd of people, occasionally getting shoved by couples aggressively grinding on each other, too focused on their lust for one another to pay attention to where they were going. 

You did a quick scan of the mass of people again as you continued trudging through the crowd. You stopped for a moment noticing something, or rather someone, in particular. Your arm fell to your side as you paused from pushing people out your way upon spotting a familiar tuft of blonde hair in the horde of dancing young adults. 

You had to be imagining things, right? Your plans to exchange this sample for a hefty paycheck had been extremely discreet. There was no way anyone would have found out about it. You knew that the man who was buying from you was trustworthy as well. It had to be a trick of the light, a hallucination caused by the sickeningly hot smell of sweat trapped all around you. 

Couldn’t be him, no, there’s no way. You assured yourself as you continued making your way toward the hallway. It wasn’t him. Even if it was, there was no way he could’ve gotten word of your plans. He must’ve been after someone else.

 Every message exchanged between you and your client had been encrypted. You knew better than to be sloppy and leave a paper trail. You were already wanted for other things from your past. You’d grown from those experiences. You were a real professional now. 

You pushed yourself out of the crowd after forcing yourself to look away from the blonde man you’d spotted. You felt yourself leave the bubble of searing air once finally escaping the mob. 

You took a moment to breathe in the cold air - it was a bit refreshing after previously being suffocated by heat. 

You dug your hand into your purse and felt around for the key you were given. It was too dark to see anything inside your bag, so you were left with no other choice but to fish it out. 

Impulsively, you glanced back at the swarm of dancers, thinking about that blonde man from earlier. As much as you wanted to keep reassuring yourself that there was no way it could be him, part of you had a sneaking suspicion that it was. 

It’d make sense. You knew he lived to serve the government as their little dog, rolling over whenever he was told to. You know he lived to fight bioterrorism. 

You didn’t support bioterrorism, no, never - you weren’t that type of person. But this lifestyle was the only thing that could keep the bills paid, keep food on the table, and keep the lights on. 

You two seemed to be two sides of the same coin; over the years, you kept crossing paths. It truly wouldn’t be much of a surprise to you if it was him; more of a hindrance on your job. It was like you two were tied together, never truly able to leave one another alone. 

Was it wrong that you liked it? It felt like the universe was keeping you two together. It was stupid to think, you knew it was probably just a coincidence, but you lived a rather lonely life. All you did was work, assisting people trying to spread harm with bioterrorism; you were no better than Leon. If anything, you were worse.

At least Leon’s job gave him some honor. People praised him for being the one to fight bioterrorism and save lives. People respected him. You, on the other hand? You spent life alone, living to work, which became extremely repetitive. It was tiring knowing you were partially responsible for these disasters. You were supplying the bioweapons. 

Leon was the one good constant in your life. 

Did he feel the same, though? You highly doubted that. He was an extremely attractive man, you both knew that. You wouldn’t be surprised if he was already committed to someone else. If you weren’t basically his enemy, you would’ve asked him out a long time ago. 

You finally felt the jagged edges of a key and pulled it out of the bag, careful to not let anything else spill, right when your eyes spotted someone. 

The blonde man from before again. This time he was closer. Still, he was a bit far and it was hard to makeout his face in the blur of the crowd surrounding him. 

But those piercing blue eyes? Yeah… you recognized him. You recognized those pretty blues - you remembered staring longingly into his eyes during previous encounters. Even when the tension was thick and he was looking at you were hate, you couldn’t help but get lost in the ocean in his eyes. 

It really is Leon... You thought to yourself, a little smirk crawling onto your lips. You snapped out of it and came back to your senses. It really is Leon. You thought again as you felt anxiety burning through your veins. If he was here, he was probably after the person attempting to sell off a virus sample. 

You fumbled with the key a little and mentally cursed yourself for acting like a stupid cliche character in a horror film. You slowed your breathing to relax yourself, straightening out your posture again as you shoved the key forcefully into the lock. You swiftly jiggled it around, twisting your arm back and forth in a desperate attempt to get it unlocked. 

“Fuck,” you cursed. You were being sloppy. And for what reason? Because you knew a man was actively trying to stop you? This wasn’t the first time. 

It took an extra second for you to unlock the door. You quickly tossed the key back in, not bothering to check and make sure it was really secured in there. 

You entered the hallway and shut the door behind you rather swiftly. You walked down the hall, bright white drywall surrounding you. It was a drastic contrast to the dark walls of the club in the previous room. 

You walked toward the end of the hallway where an exit was. It led out to a dim alleyway behind the club nobody ever visited, not even staff, especially not this late at night. Your client had told you he’d come into the club from the alleyway so the exchange could be incredibly discreet. There were no cameras around because who would bother monitoring this area? 

Even if there were cameras, it’d be damn near impossible to make things out. This alleyway was always shrouded in shadow, hiding away from the sun and the moon. Nobody would be able to identify two figures engulfed in darkness. It was just the right place for an exchange. 

You felt a buzz in your bag, and you quickly grabbed your phone and flipped it open, accepting the call. 

You heard your client angrily grunting before speaking. “Got a bit busy with things. Looks like the government is on our trail.” he muttered into the phone. 

You pressed the phone up to your ear with one hand, your other hand grabbing your bag tighter. 

“Thanks for the heads up, then.” you replied in a flat tone. 

“I'm trying to get these assholes away from me, so I don’t just lead them to you,” he muttered. You could hear some background noise, clearly, he was driving. “In other words, I’m going to be a bit late,” he added. 

“Well, that’s great.” you replied sarcastically as you walked toward the exit, leaning on the wall beside the door. 

“Be on the lookout, okay?” he finally added. 

Your lips parted as you attempted to reply until you heard the door behind you creak open. “Shit.” you mumbled. You heard your client ask you what was wrong before you quickly slammed your phone shut and stuffed it into your bag. 

You were wanting confirmation if that man you saw was really Leon, and here it was. And he really was after you after all. This shouldn’t be surprising. You thought. 

Swiftly, you pushed the exit door open and attempted to rush away from Leon. As soon as you took your first steps onto the gravel ground beneath you and you wobbled slightly, you immediately regretted your choice in shoes. 

You lived by the phrase “fashion over function”, but right now, it was coming back to bite you in the ass. 

You moved as quickly forward as you could in heels, but you knew you were no match for Leon. Or anyone not wearing heels for that matter. You mentally cursed yourself for being stupid, you really should’ve anticipated needing to run. 

It was a pathetic attempt. You felt like helpless prey attempting to get away. Like an injured bunny desperately hopping away from a fox.

It wasn’t long before you were pressed against the wall, Leon’s big hands grasping your arms and keeping you pinned down. 

“Got you.” he said quietly, his words breathy from chasing you. 

You didn’t respond, only squirmed beneath his grip. You looked up at him as you knitted your eyebrows together. He was giving you that look. The look he always gave you. Serious and cold. Like he hated you. 

Leon glanced down at the bag resting by your hip before glancing back at you. “You gonna hand that over?” he asked. 

“Hand what over?” you replied, cocking your head to the side, feigning innocence. The sly smirk on your lips gave up your act, anyway. Not that Leon was falling for it.

“Don’t play dumb. I know you’re clever.” Leon replied, his voice gruff but lacking any real hostility. He liked you like this. 

“No way. I’m not rolling over for you that easily.” you answered. You had a job to do, after all. 

“You’ve always been that way, huh?” he asked you. “So reluctant to just give in to me.”

You squirmed a bit, Leon’s muscles tensed as he gripped your arm tighter, still careful to not hurt you. He was stronger than you, you were no match for him. 

“I’ve got a job to do.” you replied. 

“So do I.” he breathed. 

You just gazed into his eyes longingly. It’d been a while since you’d last gotten to see his alluring eyes this close up. It was hard to see him that well as you two hid just out of reach from the moonlight. But you knew he was as handsome as ever. 

“You look good tonight.” Leon mumbled. “Too bad that cute little outfit of yours is what got you here. Caught by me.” 

Your body had stopped resisting at this point. You knew it was no use. Even if you could escape, you had nowhere to run. Leon smirked a little seeing you give in to him. 

“I wasn’t anticipating being hunted.” you responded. “I can see that.” Leon was eyeing you up and down like you really were prey. 

“Wasn’t anticipating seeing you here, either…” you added. 

Leon tilted his head a little. “Really, now?” he returned. “Is me being here a good thing or a bad thing?” 

You paused for a moment, licking your lips. Was Leon really asking you that? 

“I can’t say anything about that.” you answered, although your real answer was obvious. Your body was practically a magnet to his body. 

“That so?” he asked, tilting his head a little, his gaze drawn to your lips. “Mhm.” 

“What a shame.” “Was there an answer you were expecting?” you asked. Leon’s hand moved to your chin, gently gripping it to force you to look right up at him. 

“Can’t say anything about that.” Leon teased. 

“You wanna play that game, huh?” 

“Maybe.” Leon spoke. 

You two were stuck there, eye-fucking each other, drinking in one another’s appearance in the dark alleyway. Most other people might not have found flirting with a man you hardly knew in a creepy, secluded alleyway romantic but you certainly did. 

“Been a while since I’ve seen you.” Leon mumbled. 

“Right. Last I checked, you were supposed to be working against me, not flirting with me. Not much of a hero, are you?” Leon merely scoffed in response. “Am I not allowed to just talk to you, hm? All I do all day is take down criminals and bioweapons… this is a nice change of pace for me.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Mhm.” 

Leon’s gaze was stuck on your eyes, and he couldn’t help himself. He moved his hand from your chin to your cheek as he pulled you into a kiss. A real one. One with passion. Not any half-assed kiss you’d get from a one-night stand. 

Leon pulled back after a moment to get some air, a trail of saliva connected between both of your lips from an intense kiss. 

“Missed you.” Leon mumbled. 

“Really?” you replied. “More than you’d know.” Leon answered before pulling you into another kiss. “You don’t know how much I like seeing you. Even if we’re working against one another.” He mumbled against your lips. 

You felt yourself giving up all of the instincts you’d normally have on the job. Your focus was on Leon and Leon only. You wanted this man as much as he wanted you. 

Leon held onto your hips as he kissed you, again and again and again. Desperately. He wasn’t lying when he said he missed you. 

Your arms draped around Leon’s shoulders as you kissed him back eagerly, moving your lips with his as you two desperately smashed faces. 

It wasn’t long before you felt yourself get horny and begin gently grinding against Leon. You were really no better than anyone inside that club. “Taste so good…” Leon mumbled between kisses, his eyes still shut. 

You felt his tongue slip past your lips as you two kept kissing. Leon’s hand moved down and grabbed one of your thighs, gently lifting it as he pulled away from the kiss.

You glanced down at his large hand gripping your leg, lifting it to get easy access. Your eyes drifted and you noticed a bulge prodding out Leon’s pants. You didn’t know what you did to him - you didn’t know how many nights he spent desperately stroking himself to the thought of you. Whining and whimpering your name like a prayer before cumming all over his abs. 

“You’re doing this on the job? How dirty.” you teased. Leon was eyeing your body through your dress as he replied. “You’re on the job too, aren’t you?” he asked. 

He slid your dress up your leg with one hand and desperately unzipped his pants with his other. 

“What if someone sees?” You asked Leon in a hushed voice. 

“No one will come out here. That’s why you chose to deal with that sample here, right? Since you knew no one would be here?” Leon whispered into your neck before planting a few kisses down to your collarbone. You still smelt like your signature perfume. Leon would be lying if he said he didn't love that scent.

It was a miracle your perfume didn't rub off after swimming through that sea of sweaty people in the club.

Leon eventually pulled back a little and slid down his boxers, letting his hard cock out of his boxers. “Fuck.” he grunted to himself. His muscles relaxed as he finally freed his dick, a tiny little wet spot left behind from some pre-cum. He was easy; pinning you down made him leak like crazy. 

Leon rubbed himself raw a little before returning to kissing your neck. You tilted your head, allowing him to continue as you let out a few quiet moans. 

Leon continued holding your leg up, eventually moving his hand off his dick and up your dress. He was too desperate too undress you, he wanted to fuck you, here, now. You were feeling wobbly at this point. You were dripping at this point. Desperate for Leon to get inside you. 

When was the last time you had sex again? You couldn’t remember. You couldn’t remember the last time you had sex with someone you had feelings for, either. 

Leon kneeled down in front of you, keeping your leg lifted and on his shoulder. He slid down your panties. “A pretty outfit has some pretty lingerie underneath?” Leon teased seeing your lacy pink underwear. “I thought you said you weren’t expecting me.”

You scoffed. “Shut up.” 

Leon slid your panties down to your knees, he didn’t care to pull them all the way off, he was too horny. His hand returned to his dick as his head moved beneath your dress. He let the fabric rest at the top of his head as he began eating you out. 

“Ah-!” you gasped as you felt Leon’s tongue slide up and down, lapping your pussy, occasionally teasing your entrance. 

“So good..” Leon mumbled against your skin, continuing to ravage you like he’d been starved of sex for years. His tongue stayed relentless, his tongue circling your clit cruelly. You felt heat deep in your core as he slid his tongue in you, desperate to taste every last inch of your skin.

You desperately whined his name repeatedly. Leon felt like he was dreaming. You’d both had fantasized about this, admittedly. As much as Leon stroked himself thinking of you, you’d also bounced yourself on a large dildo thinking about Leon. 

“Fuck..!” you gasped as you felt Leon getting you dangerously close to climaxing until you felt Leon pull away quickly, not wanting you to get off that soon. 

Leon got back onto his feet and smirked upon seeing the disappointment on your face. 

“You’re so cruel.” you whined as Leon pulled you into another kiss. 

“Am I now?” Leon smirked against your lips, his hand on your thigh, still forcing you to keep that leg up, not wanting you to relax. Leon lifted your dress again in order to see your entrance. 

He held his dick in one hand to gently guide himself toward your entrance. He rubbed his leaking tip against you as he looked you in the eyes, enjoying seeing you quietly suffer. “You want it?” He asked. “Yeah..” you breathed. Here you were. Acting like a desperate slut, how shameful.

Leon pushed his hips forward and entered you. You leaned further against the wall, grunting as you felt Leon stuff his dick all the way inside you. Leon had no clue how many times you had pretended your dildo was his dick. And you’d never admit to it. But his dick was a thousand times better than any toy. You didn’t know how you’d go back to silicone after feeling his flesh. “Fuck…” you gasped as you felt Leon all the way inside you. You placed your hand on his cheek as you watched his face get red, his lips parted as he breathed, his eyebrows furrowed as he felt your pussy clench around him. “So fucking good… so damn tight…” he grunted. After savoring the sensation for a moment, he began thrusting his hips against you at an even pace, gripping your waist tightly. 

Leon let out little groans and grunts as he fucked you relentlessly, getting sloppy and desperate with each thrust. You were clenching around him in just the right way as he kept slamming deep into you, desperate to make sure he knew every inch of you. “Fuck, let me see those pretty tits.” Leon grunted as he dug his nails a bit into your thigh, not wanting to hurt you but he just couldn’t control himself. 

You pulled the straps of your dress down your shoulders and pulled the fabric down to show off your bra that matched your pink lacy panties. 

Leon took a moment to drink in what was in front of him. Fuck, you were hot. He’d be using this memory as new material to jerk off to for months, or even years. 

Leon removed his hand off your waist and slid it between your back and the wall behind you for a moment to unclip his bra. Leon pulled your bra off your chest and stared at your tits as he fucked you. 

His eyes never left your chest as he continued mercilessly pounding you into the wall. You wouldn't believe it. You were sleeping with the enemy. But who cared? This felt like heaven. 

Leon whispered your name between grunts and moans as he desperately fucked you harder and harder. You flicked your thumb against his cheek and used your other hand to begin rubbing your clit. 

"Harder, please..." you begged Leon through desperate moans and gasps. "Yeah?" he breathed. "You want it harder?" he asked breathlessly, pumping his hips ruthlessly.

Leon rested his head on your shoulder, occasionally kissing it as he melted, becoming a moaning mess as he kept thrusting. Damn, he had good stamina. Your moans became progressively more choked up the closer you got to climaxing. 

“So warm…” Leon moaned, getting a bit pussy drunk at this point. He shut his eyes as his hips snapped against yours. You squirmed and whined a little as you felt him find your spongy spot. He abused that spot, your reactions making it obvious you were pleasured.

“Gonna cum, baby…” Leon whispered breathlessly into your neck. 

“Mph… me too…” you moaned. “Don’t pull out, baby…” 

You squinted your eyes as you continued to rub your clit desperately. You gasped and arched your back as you felt yourself finally orgasm onto Leon’s dick. “Le-” you moaned loudly, nearly squealing his name before being silenced as Leon covered your mouth with his hand. 

Leon’s grunts got progressively louder as he kept using your hole to get off before he inevitably came inside you. Leon held you there for a few minutes as he attempted to catch his breath. “Ah… fuck…” he whimpered as he pulled away. He pulled out his dick and lifted your dress to watch you leak his cum. 

You quickly slid your panties back up so you wouldn’t drip Leon’s cum onto the floor and leave evidence of your guys’ shenanigans in the wild. 

“Leon.” you breathed, your legs shaky. You quickly threw your bra back on and pulled your dress back up. 

“That was so good. Better than porn. Better than anything I could’ve imagined.” Leon mumbled. 

He leaned in to kiss you again until you both heard the distance shuffles of a few speeding cars and quickly remembered what you two were doing before deciding to fuck each other. 

“Shit… they got your client. The government's probably on your ass now.” Leon said, voice still gruff from climaxing. 

You looked out the alleyway, then back at Leon, giving him puppy eyes. “I’ll help you out.” Leon added, breaking the silence. He wouldn’t let you get caught and arrested. 

“You-” you started, brain still scrambled. “You’d get punished if anyone found out.” you spoke. 

“I won’t let them find out then.” he quipped back swiftly. You knew you had no time to argue. Leon kneeled down in front of the wall and let you step onto his shoulders before he stood up and you climbed onto the nearby roof. You took a moment to correct your balance, hating yourself even more for wearing heels. But you couldn’t have anticipated the night you’d had. 

You glanced back down at Leon. “Go.” he instructed you, gesturing for you to leave. “See you another time, Leon.” you replied quietly as you headed off to make your escape, Leon rushing back inside the club to go settle the agents that had arrived to search for you.

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both. rn.

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nothing! just thinking of dom!jinx who maniacally laughs when she gets too carried away during sex…

this may be superfuckingnastyandgrossandweird but i can imagine her attempting to stifle her laughs, struggling to keep her voice bubbled beneath the surface of her mouth as she takes in your utterly pathetic form. + it doesn’t happen often!

but when it does…

quick lil cw: roughness, degrading, filth!! srry…

your hands are tied to the headboard with your panties stuffed in your mouth as she rams her thick strap-on inside of your creamy, achy cunt. her strong grip on your hair forces your eyes to cross and tears to spill from them—she has you in a sort of flat doggy-style position and she isn’t going easy on you.

the *plop*plop*plop* sounds your pussy makes when it gushes around her sends her mind racing, pure joy, and contentment overwhelming her body, heart, mind, and soul—she can’t help but laugh!

you slowly snap out of your cockdrunk daze when you hear a scratchy cackle come from behind you. confused and slightly terrified, you attempt to look at her over your shoulder but she snaps your head back to where it resided before.

“didn’t say ya could move, toots.” + “better take it like i told ya, like a good whore…”

she quickens and deepens her pace the more she falls deeper into her own filthy, pussy-obsessed world with her laughs only getting louder the more she does, “hah- you’re fuckin’ slutty, babe! got your eyes rolling back ‘n all! don’t worry though, not gonna stop for anything. gonna force my dick inside you anyway!” + “i can feeeeel it. god, fuck! makes me so happy, this pussy makes me so happy, hon.”

she rambles on and on and ON about how perfect you are and how much she loves railing your pussy!

“you fuck me up, baby. you know that? this cunt makes me crazy. more than usual, hah-!!” + “nghh, you are a godsend. gonna make me getcha pregnant even though it’s not even possible! bet you'd like it. dirty girl.”

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inspired by this edit…

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look at this shit I just creamed my pants

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Her tattoos are a need!

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bro is the most handsome. 🙂‍↕️

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blurry ass photo but his manspreading actually made me COMBUST i’m sorry

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tumblr been dry asf lately where da smut at...