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vaaaaaiolet · 5 months ago

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Six years have gone by since 1998. Two since the death of your first (and only) love. So when the dead come knocking at your door after your life went to hell without warning, you have a tough time welcoming him back in. In Leon's defense, his hands were tied. You? You'd put your life almost unforgivably on hold after he blindsided you.

Maybe the only way to get you to listen is to tie yours.

STRICTLY MDNI!! f / m make-up sex after a reunion gone sour. ANGST GALORE. established relationship but it's Messy, plot spans pre-re2r to re4r, character study (scar tour!!), Foreplay: The Movie, good bdsm etiquette...leon doms PLS STAY WITH ME. light bondage + blindfold, The Chair™️, munch MARATHON, emotions (read: LEON) keep edging you before an extremely self-indulgent dicking down. consensual unsafe sex, PRAISE, lil bit of mean ft. leon's possessive streak + morning after <3

a/n: anon req gone wildly wrong. welcome back to ovulation week with vivi, THE MOST UNORIGINAL BITCH ON THE PLANET 😭 i read a fic about getting tied to a chair and discovered something about myself. now i’m convinced daydreaming about bondage w/ leon is how i passed finals. oops. pray i survive second sem y'all🧍

word count: 6.3k 🤡 // read on ao3

“The heart has its reasons which reason does not know.” - Blaise Pascal

Like any good breakup scene, it starts with rain.

A torrential downpour. Poseidon’s wrath lashing down the panes of your living room windows. The terrific sound of it is only drowned out by the hum of your TV set, the one source of light in this dark room and you, a moth to flame, circle it, afraid of getting too close lest you burn.

The President’s on tonight. His daughter’s back safe and sound, having been spirited away to Spain. The press release is overjoyed to report that one indomitable man brought her back in a matter of days. President Graham declares it with a triumphant fist: an American hero stands in front of us tonight, and the crowd erupts in cheers for the First Daughter’s savior, but honest to God, you couldn’t give a shit about his heroics.

Not when Leon’s right there. Suited and tied.

Or as close to living, breathing Leon as you could hope to get.

You inch closer to the screen when the camera pans over a face you haven’t seen properly in six years.

Sandy hair two shades darker, baby fat bereft on now-chiseled cheeks. It’s easy to pick apart the pixels of the man’s profile when he’s staring at the audience. Heart knocking against your ribs, you can’t help reaching out and tracing the angle of his jaw, this uncelebrated member of the President’s security entourage on national television who’s unknowingly subbing in for your once-boyfriend. Long-term, long-distance lover, if you wanted to flatter yourself.

It doesn’t matter now. It’s getting late and dreaming should be done in bed. You reach for the remote to turn the prerecorded program off, and the rain starts falling – no, knocking – exceptionally harder against your front door. Urgently, like it wants in.

And then the rain calls out your name.

The floorboards creak under your feet when you go to investigate through the peephole. A powder blue eye stares back.

“Who is it?” you call out, voice shriller than you’d like.

“Open the door, please? I’ll explain inside. It’s freezing out here.”

“I don’t let strangers in, sorry. Who are you?”

The rain answers in a familiar timbre that sends shivers down your spine. “Trust me, just this once.”

The doorknob clatters in surprise at the twist of your wrist, and swings open to reveal the man from your TV set, now escaped and peering at you through dewy lashes the pixels had hidden. Your eyes flit across his features: it’s the very same jawline, black suit identical to the one on your screen. Exactly the man your brain had tried hushing your heart from recognizing.

Your hold on the doorknob trembles.

“Hi, sweetheart.” Leon offers you a ghost of a smile as the storm pelts down his shoulders. “May I come in?”

“You watch the news a lot?” he ventures after a few minutes.

“Huh?”

Once the initial shock of Leon’s appearance subsides, something acrid settles in your bones. The silence between you two stretches like taffy waiting to be pulled. It sticks in your throat without much coming out to abate it. What else can you do when the dead rejoin the world of the living?

Make light conversation. You can do that.

“Leon, I thought you died.” Or not.

He shoots you a half-grin. “I wouldn’t die on you just like that, you know.”

“You practically did,” you retort, voice going thick.

You find old habits hard to break. It’s nothing new. You’re perched on the armrest of your couch, a familiar penchant Leon had smiled at when he shut the front door behind him. His habit of shaking his hair dry like a puppy also hadn’t gone away, much to the traitorous delight of your heart. You’d almost giggled when he accidentally sprayed you with rainwater doing it.

Now, you’re watching him fold his suit jacket over one of your kitchen chairs with his back turned to you, an odd bulge in its left pocket threatening to send the whole thing crashing to the floor at any moment. Other secrets hang in the air like ghosts. Leon’s tie sits drying on top of your radiator. You think you should tell him to peel off his soaked dress shirt, he might catch a cold otherwise, but are you allowed to say that anymore?

Worse still, why do you want to?

“I saw you on the news. That’s why,” you reply a beat too late. “You told me in your last letter that you were going to work for the government. Something to do with the President, and ever since then I…I turn it on when something big happens.”

Leon stops fiddling with his jacket, turning to you with wide eyes. “That was-”

“Two years ago?” You swallow. “I know.”

The letters sit burning holes in a box under your bed, all stamped and postmarked with no return address since 1998. The last day you’d seen him alive and breathing.

Leon was the boy you’d hold hands with under desks in high school, a high school sweetheart as textbook as they come. You’d ditched prom to wish on shooting stars in the back of his first car, let him be the first to slip off your spaghetti straps when kissing grew too chaste to convey the giddiness in your chest.

Puppy love turned into something perennial. Real. He’d carried moving boxes up the stairs of your first apartment, and you right after. You’d watched him rise through the ranks of the Academy. Cheered front row at his graduation, let him spin you in your highest heels right in front of your parents. Blushed when he’d squeeze your hand tighter walking past the jeweler’s at the mall.

And you’d soaked Leon’s chest with tears before he rushed off to Raccoon City that September night so long ago, steely resolve in his eyes and a promise on his lips to come right back after doing his sworn duty.

Leon never returned. His letters did, though.

Envelopes from seemingly nowhere – blacked out epistolary updates you’d read on your bathroom floor that grew briefer as weeks spiraled into months.

What you could piece together from what wasn’t censored under an increasingly watchful eye was that Leon was under a government contract, fighting tooth and nail in some kind of training program that couldn’t have been any run-of-the-mill police kind. Something he had as little agency over as the frequency of his letters, he’d promised you. He was going to come home one day. Just one more month of training, one more mission, one last test.

Leon was furious in his final message when he found out about the deal with the White House. The censor didn’t go through as much as it should have; you’d never been more grateful for the oversight as you tilted the page to read his scribbles in the margins.

Then came a terrifying radio silence.

You waited each month afterwards for the postman to stop by your mailbox. Waded through a snowstorm in January to make sure the post office had your new address when you moved in 2003, practically begged the lady at the counter to check if they’d mixed up your letters with anyone else’s in the meantime. Nothing.

“Two years, Leon,” you grit out, digging your nails into the leather of your couch. The tail end of his name takes on an ugly shape in your mouth when you rise to your feet, “I waited two years not knowing if you were alive or not.”

No one had answers to his disappearance except for the one you’d endured ever since he left: move on.

The way he holds his tongue now, too, sets sparks alight in your throat. “And you want to know what happened to me since then?”

“Tell me,” Leon says softly.

Your voice falters.

A dead man walking would take the breath out of you in any case, but it does even more so now that Leon looks larger than life – no longer an afterimage on TV and coming over to where you stand. Even with his shirt sleeves plastered to them from the rain, Leon’s arms look used to heavy duty; there’s a broadness in his shoulders he didn’t have out of the Academy.

His mouth pinches when he stops a tentative foot away from you. “Tell me,” he repeats, frowning at your averted gaze.

He’s waiting for you to speak. So close you could touch him, blood pumping through his veins just like you’d once prayed for until your breath ran out.

And it pisses you off.

He doesn’t get to have it this easy.

“No.”

Confusion colors his exclamation. “No?”

“No.” You smile bitterly at the ground when he backs off an inch, raising your chin to look him in the eyes as your own start to sting. “You don’t get to be the good guy. You don’t get to come barrelling back into my life, how’d you know I live here anyway…”

“I found out as soon as I could, you don’t think I’ve been worried sick about you-”

“Not after you cut me off!”

“It’s not that simple!”

Two years. 730 days. Your throat so hoarse from crying the night before that you’d called off work some mornings.

“You know what I think, Leon? I bet you thought I’d wait on you forever.”

He blinks fast, taken aback. “I wouldn’t- I couldn’t do that to you.”

“So you’d have come back even if I didn’t?”

Didn’t. A flicker of something soft crosses his face. “Really?”

With your heart beating out of your chest, you cross your arms and spit out a haughty, “Of course not.”

Leon stares.

The resulting silence stretches half a minute.

It’s a tepid standoff at first, made worse by you searching his person up and down. You wrack your brain for his old tells: a jumping muscle in his jaw, a furrow of his brow. Angry, pink cheeks accompanied by a crestfallen pout.

Nothing. He’s dead silent.

So you double down.

“My friends told me to settle down, said it wasn’t safe living alone,” you sniff, rocking on the balls of your feet. “So unless you-mmf!”

Lips, crashing onto yours. Burning warm. Two seconds of affection before a tongue flicks brashly over the seam of your stunned mouth. Your brain in overdrive. Leon no longer a foot away but pressed so fiercely against you that your camisole starts going see-through from the water still saturating his shirt.

Your hands feebly come up to his chest, not to push him off like you should, but to cling to his collar. Old habit.

Fuck.

“You’ve gotten mean, sweetheart,” Leon grins razor sharp, whispering into the corner of your mouth. “It’s a good look on you.”

“I’m not…” God, he’s kissing the sense out of your head. Your lungs suck in his breaths like a failed attempt to go cold turkey.

“Sure you are, lying to me like that. Watching the news just in case I’m there.”

Rough hands dig under your thighs. Hoist you up like you’re made of feathers.

“Only your shoes on the shoe rack. Heels I bought you.”

Your feet dangle in the air, your head’s not used to the drop in air pressure this high. You’re being lifted – where?

“You think I’m that dense, baby?”

The sound of wooden scraping scratches your ears as you register one of your kitchen chairs being dragged to the middle of the living room. You’re plopped unceremoniously down.

And with your vision swimming, you notice Leon finally taking off his shirt. Unbuttoning it with fervor, throwing the fabric onto the floor so hard there’s a wet thwack!, and suddenly, he’s knelt at your feet, looking up at you with teeth chattering from the chill and a blizzard brewing in his eyes.

The raging storm outside nearly quiets for him to tell you, “We’re gonna do it this way.”

A cocktail of resentment and curiosity churns in your stomach. You stare daggers at the ceiling. Leon snatches his tie off the radiator and wraps it around his hand, checking if it’s dry by now.

It is. Good.

“Since you don’t want to look at me so badly,” he hisses, “you won’t need to look at me at all.” He unfurls the tie and lays it flat against his palm. “This is going over your eyes so I can actually get something inside your head. And you’re going to feel everything I say, okay?”

“I feel cold. You got my shirt wet,” you spit back.

“Then take it off,” Leon says smoothly.

How rude. Utterly uncouth.

You’ve never flung off an article of clothing faster. You’ve got nothing to hide, you’re fucking better than to play meek to his games. Your bra barely hides how your nipples pebble in the frigid air, and Leon sucks in a breath at the sight. You’re wearing blue lace. His favorite.

His tone softens a fraction of a degree when he instructs, “You say ‘stop’ and it’s over. Tell me you understand.”

“I do.”

The silk wraps gentler around your eyes than you expect. The living room disappears into velvet, and your fingers twitch, itching to fly at your face and investigate the cause of this new pitch black.

“Hands down. I need them more than you do.”

Leon’s voice ripples in the darkness. Oh God. That must be why people do this sort of thing.

“Are you nervous?” he asks, almost in awe.

Fuckfuckfuck. He wasn’t supposed to tell this early.

“...a little.”

Your hand gets lifted into the air, your index and middle fingers separated from the rest. Leon touches their tips to the hollow in the middle of his collarbone, and right here, you feel the flutter of life. Wingbeats matching the race of your own heart.

So is he.

There’s movement, butterfly wings brushing against your cheek when he reaches up to press a kiss there. Your fingers fall away from the base of his throat and land on a raised patch just below his right shoulder. It’s…almost star-shaped. Rough.

“You have a scar here,” you breathe. “How’d you-”

“Bullet wound, 1998. I want you to keep going.”

You could’ve dug your nails into it. Scratched off one more reminder of the day Leon left you in the dark. His tie leaves you blind, but you don’t need sight to feel the trust Leon still has in you as he invites your fingertips to his chest. You go gentle into the good night with his voice to guide you.

“Knife scar,” he whispers. Soft, like how you trace over the mark.

Your fingertips shake over his ribs.

“Burns from saving a little girl. She had eyes like yours.”

The trek is arduous, nonlinear. The same injuries show up again and again, scattered across his body like fireworks. You think you’re fine, using one hand for the job and clutching the other to your heart so it won’t break, and then you slip, grab onto his shoulders for support, and your palms fall over the flat of his back.

Two symmetrical gashes spread across his shoulder blades – Icarus’ wings singed off.

“I’ve tried saving a lot over the years, sweetheart,” Leon goes quiet, a new grief clogging his flow of explanation. “Thought I could have it all at first, you and this job. I wrote you less, told myself you’d already moved on, but you’re right, I…I wanted to keep you.” You discover tears sound thick when he laughs. “I’ve lost so fucking much these six years and I don’t know why I can’t bring myself to lose you too.”

“The kids in high school,” trembles your own voice, “they said I’d run away with you, but you ended up running from me.”

“When you’re all I have left?” Leon brings your palm to his cheek. “How could I?”

“But you did!” you sob, banging weak fists against his chest.

You remember the pity, the snide judgment. Declining invites and frustrating friends when you’d flake on blind dates set up to get you out of the house. Switching excuses every time somebody back home called and inevitably asked, So when are you and Leon going to visit? Warring against logic (of course he’s fucking dead) and the arrested development of your heart as you rolled dice on his return. Four years in a stupor of when, two of what now?

Spending all that time at odds with yourself and the world turned you into a real tough kid. A callous bitch. Eventually, you forced yourself to explore your options like a grown woman should. Tried your hand at anything legal to forget the sinking feeling in your chest. Had a phase where you’d wake up in a stranger’s bed only to go home and collapse, rereading Leon’s letters in the cardboard box under your own. If it was steel that marked his back like this, yours is streaked with flint.

And that’s exactly what you tell him.

Immediately, his shoulders straighten. “So you’ve gone on a few dates.”

If he wanted to be polite about it, yes.

“Did they fuck you as good as I did?”

You splutter. A cold zephyr breezes over your breasts when Leon exhales. There’s a rattle of metal – his belt, you register faintly – and your eyes squeeze shut behind your blindfold when he rises from his kneel, leaving the space between your thighs empty.

“That is one hell of a greeting after six years, sweetheart.” His chuckle is dark, delightful. “Hands behind your back.”

“You’re not fucking arresting me right now, Leon, I don’t know what you’re playing at,” you squeak when he loops leather over your wrists. Annoyingly, they fit perfectly in his palm. “Have you lost your mind? You- I still can’t see!”

Leon’s hold goes still. “Is that a stop?”

You huff indignantly.

He shakes your wrists. “I don’t mess with that shit. Do you want me to stop?”

“…no.”

“Good. Comfortable?”

Embarrassingly enough, the back of your kitchen chair isn’t half bad to have your arms around. Giving your newly bound hands a wriggle, you answer Leon with a quick nod, and he presses his lips to the back of your head in confirmation. He circles back between your thighs, a vulture in the dark. Your knees shove open courtesy of two calloused palms.

“Lift your hips,” is your next instruction. And then, “These are coming off.”

Your bottoms slide off in a fleeting caress down your legs. A cushion pushes between the surprised arch of your back and the chair’s straight one, leaving your bare, trembling- oh God.

Oh God. He’s-

“You’re going to hold perfectly still and let me say hello to my favorite girl, sweetheart. Poor thing hasn’t gotten any attention since I’ve been spoiling you with all my talking.”

A kiss falls onto your clit. Your hips jerk up – oh shit!

Leon seizes the opportunity to lick into your entrance before further coherent thought can form in your brain.

He must’ve planned it, counting on your brainless reflexes to push your hips further into his scorching mouth. You get points for being brave, though: swallowing screams, pretending your thighs aren’t fighting to clamp around his head, attempting an escape to your happy place when really, this is it – this painstakingly sweet suction on your nerves.

He pops off with a wet smack! magnified by your blindfold. Slurs, “Missed this pussy so fuckin’ much,” dives back to trace figure eights around your clit with the tip of his tongue.

You pretend the icy air is curling your toes for ego’s sake. Try and stave off morbid curiosity. “You…didn’t see anyone? All this time – hah!”

“Do you have any idea,” suck, “how many times I’ve come into my hand thinking of you?”

Your heavy head falls back with a wail.

“How many times I’ve fucked my fist to your name?”

“Leon!”

He pulls away at your keening cry, deaf to any begging to come back. “You just never know what’s good for you, baby. You don’t listen to your friends, you let me tie you up like this, fuck yourself on my face…”

There’s rustling, and your living room bursts with color as a sharp tug untwists the knot of Leon's tie behind your head. You enter the world in tears all over again.

“Pleasepleaseplease, I was so close-”

And when the darkness subsides, you’re free to lay eyes on the perpetrator.

Leon.

Leon with his hair mussed to high heaven, pushed to his forehead by the greedy grind of your hips. Ocean eyes surveying you over a mouth flushed red with cheeks to match. A fallen angel at your feet, working his sinful tongue inside his mouth as he breathes.

Blood thumps through your veins. Your chest heaves. The chair is sticky, uncomfortable; entirely your fault. Your hands writhe behind your back as you struggle to sit up properly against the pillow and salvage some of your pride.

Leon’s gaze fixes on the floor. “I didn’t. Didn’t have time, didn’t want to. Whatever you want to call it.”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, throat swelling with thorns, and he groans like you kicked him in the ribs.

He rises to his knees as you slump; reaches behind the chair to unbuckle your restraints, shaking his head. “Yeah, I should be. I put you through hell for six years. I came back from Spain expecting to introduce myself to your fiancé or something, you know? Should’ve brought flowers at least.”

A hot tear slides down your cheek.

It was Leon. On the news. The President’s daughter, the rescue.

The hero.

This is how you welcome a hero home?

Spying your arms wilted at your sides, Leon takes the opportunity to press his mouth to the plush of your inner thigh. This time, it’s a warming salve when he kisses into your skin, unlatching only to move an inch and repeat, sucking roses the shape of his mouth onto the softest parts of you.

He rasps into your slick flesh, “Just let me have this, and I promise I’ll go.”

And he noses his way back into your folds, quickly giving up on flowery notions to feast like a man starved. You’re lulled to sleep by the lap of his tongue before he starts working it with the prowess of a Swiss knife, soothing and scalding in turns as it digs into your now oversensitive cunt. The scrape of his 5 o’clock shadow on your inner thigh makes for a maddening mix.

It all sends you crumpling over his head with a cry.

His hungry hand pays no mind, scrambling under the lace of your bra to knead at your tender breast, thumbing at your nipple. You pay back the favor, fisting chunks of his hair as your arousal drips down his chin, and Leon’s thanks arrive in the form of guttural whines you’d forgotten you could wrench from him.

So goes Leon’s last meal. You’d be enjoying it too if your brain hadn’t finally caught onto what came out of his mouth before he turned it into a decoy.

I’ll go.

Good luck fighting the itch to interrupt.

You yank hard, and he moans complaint through a mouthful of pussy. “It’s not gonna work,” he gasps when you wrench his face from between your thighs, demanding explanation.

“So you’re just going to walk out on me again?” you snap through a haze of tears. “What about what I want?”

“You want this?”

Leon shoves your hands deeper still, wincing when he purposely digs your nails into his scalp.

“Pull. Make it hurt,” he swallows, voice cracking. “Tell me to get the hell out. Tell me you hate me for breaking your heart. Find someone who’s in your life enough to love you right, and let me set you free, sweetheart, please. I can’t take it.”

By all means, you should take his offer.

Pull out every damn strand of hair on his head. Give him a taste of his own medicine. Go on for God’s sake. What happened to drinking yourself to half to death, trying to water down the fear that Leon beat you to its doorstep?

Think about never having to wake up to the cold side of your bed again. Don’t think about how perfectly Leon’s cheek cradles into your thigh. How he lets you map the moles on his neck when you have trouble falling asleep.

Finally having a shoulder to cry on, someone who sweeps you off your feet, inside jokes that confuse everyone but you two. Forget how Leon won your heart as a teenager doing exactly that.

Getting called pet names that make you blush in front of your friends: baby, angel, darling, sweetheart. Don’t you dare imagine each one rolling off Leon’s tongue the first time he crowned you with them.

Do not, above all circumstances, remember that wrapped in your arms right now is the boy who, after saving the President’s daughter all by himself, ran back to you within hours of his return. Who’d waited for you in his own way.

Your hands drop to cup his cheeks. Wetness makes your thumbs slip when you brush them across — the rain had to have dried off long ago. And with eyes misting shut, you thread your fingers as tenderly as you can through Leon’s hair, and press a kiss to the top of his head.

“You’re really doing this?” Leon’s whisper wavers a decibel above hope.

Hotel citrus stings your nose, and you wonder how long it’ll take to replace it with the scent of your shampoo.

You’ve missed this. Missed him.

“The clearance I have after this mission, it’s insane,” he’s twenty-one again at the touch of your lips, gushing in disbelief over his badge coming in the mail with you at the kitchen table, “I-I couldn’t believe I got them to let me go right after the press release. Alone! I can’t be home all the time but it won’t be like before, I can actually come back, and if you want me to-”

But unfortunately, the relentless throb between your legs forces you to school your expression into anything except elated at the unfolding prospects.

“Leon.”

His grin flashes white. “Yeah?”

“If you came back just to eat me out, I’ll kick you out for real.”

It must be fun, you gripe, thinking straight without soft breaths fanning embers between your legs like a sadistic bellows for the past ten minutes; ruining your cushion beyond hope of wash or repair.

Leon lets out a barking laugh, head thrown back, and aghast, you bat at his chest.

“Mean really is a good look on you. You don’t want to talk details?” he teases, pulling you in for a kiss that tastes like desire – like you.

“Not when you’re- you know-” you splutter, antsy.

“Oh, come on. Say it.”

“You used to be nice to me!”

Sadly for you, you’ve kissed him giddy, and giddy turns him cocky real fast.

“I’ll give you whatever you want if you tell me, angel. Four words.” He grins, tucking a hand between your thighs to interrupt your squirming and raising the other to count, “‘Leon. Please…’”

“Fuck me already!” you cry, and it’s three, but he sweeps you up in a blur of limbs anyway.

Bra strap falling off your shoulder. His mouth sealing onto yours. Pussy sobbing for attention over the crotch of his dress slacks. Leon groaning at the feeling of you soaking through fabric covering a held-off arousal so hard there’s no way it doesn’t hurt. His endurance training had come in handy, it seems.

There’s a blind fumbling in the dim light as he grits out a “Gladly,” and stumbles out of your living room in a mad rush, sacrificing his shoulder to several walls for the sake of kissing you breathless.

“Sweetheart, you’re shaking like Bambi. You sure you can make it?”

“Leon Scott Kennedy, if you don’t take me to bed right this second…”

“And here I was trying to be nice. Bedroom?”

“On the right,” you pant, clawing his mouth back onto yours again.

He follows through, no reconnaissance training needed to find the door you direct him towards with your foot. Either the heat’s better here, or it’s every cell in your body buzzing with anticipation when he flicks the nearest lamp to life. You pull him onto the bed with you, silk sheets caressing your bare skin as you scooch to make space for Leon to crawl up and over you.

The sharp rasp of a fly zipping undone cuts through the air. He hisses in frustration, patting his pockets. “Shit, I don’t have a-”

“Condom?”

“Yeah. You still keep them in your nightstand?”

You worry your bottom lip. “Not for a while, I haven’t, um, done anything in a bit, but I’m on the pill and I’m clean.” Please, please, don’t let this be a dealbreaker. “Is…that okay?”

“Holy shit.” Leon whooshes out a breath, grinning as he leans back on his knees. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

It’s a go. Your stomach swoops with rollercoaster adrenaline.

He balls up his slacks, kicks off his sodden boxers (your chest puffs with pride as he tosses it to the floor), and parts your trembling legs painstakingly slow in comparison. Sharp eyes rove over the love bites littering your thighs, admiring his handiwork. You bite the inside of your cheek, devil on your shoulder itching you to tease, and let your hands skitter across over the juncture of your thighs where Leon’s focus lingers.

“Spread yourself for me, sweetheart,” he murmurs.

You do. Let your fingers dip into your arousal, gasp at the cold air kissing your folds when you bloom for him. Roses all over your thighs when you’re his prettiest one. He leans down and kisses the bud at your center, sending the most pleasant electric tingle running up your spine.

“You promised,” you whine, craning your neck to see his face framed between your thighs again. “Need you inside. Please.”

For once, Leon indulges you, but not without himself too.

“Turn over for me. Oh, I know,” he coos at your pout and the upset buck of your hips, “give me a chance, angel. I’ve been dreaming of this for years. Planned out every fucking detail.”

You flip over with a huff. One broad palm lifts your pelvis into the air, easy as anything, and the other slips a pillow between your thighs, making sure the plump cotton nestles right up against your swollen clit. You give your hips a tentative grind and promptly gasp at the shot of pleasure. Friction at your command, leaving Leon free to run wild.

He tucks a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “Good?”

“Mhm...”

You face the headboard, stomach to the sheets and blood roaring in your ears. Blind again to what he has in store for you. Slick pumps sound from behind – Leon finally planning to make good on his word – and the head of his cock nudges at your weeping entrance, teasing the now-fraying nerves lining your slit, so close to where you need him that your breath audibly catches.

He waits. Pulls your strings taut –

Hisses, “I’m gonna fuck out every memory of anyone you’ve been with while I was gone.”

– and cuts them loose.

Your scream ricochets off the walls when he plunges in.

It shouldn’t be pretty. There’s nothing pretty about the haze of green that clouded Leon’s vision for a selfish second while yours was at his mercy not long ago. Your one-night stands translated to competition in his head. He’s only a man. But there’s something undeniably pretty about the divine arch of your back that has him spellbound when your cunt swallows him to the root in a single go, suffocatingly sweet.

“Goddamn, you’re tight!”

Leon’s fingers sink into the fat of your hips as he fights for balance. You’ve got a mattress to claw; he’s only as stable as his pride. He lets you catch your breath after the first thrust, has your addled brain waxing poetic when you swear you feel his dick throb in time with his heartbeat inside you.

It doesn’t help that he’s got a mouth on him. “Pussy sucking me in like she doesn’t want me to leave,” he gasps when you clench.

Your fingers curl proudly into your bedsheets.

It’s a game of push and pull from here. Leon’s hips drag back, and with all the agony of too many nights with his right hand and your name for company, he starts carving into the meat of your ass.

You make a strangled noise, and eventually improve to, “Oh, ohmy- ohmygod!”

He can’t keep his hands off you. They span your lower back, cup your breasts in turns, explore the drenched underside of the pillow you rut against in time with his thrusts. You’re handled with just enough precision to keep you speared on his dick, all so Leon can watch, gobsmacked, how your drooling pussy opens up for him. In-out, in-out. A scene out of his wet dreams.

Your cries syncopate with the slam of his thighs against yours, an embarrassing, pornstar-worthy, “Ah-ah, ah-ah!” that you’d have more shame over if you weren’t busy getting the brains fucked out of you.

Leon realizes the beauty of the present tense with each inch of his length you coat in your arousal over and over again.

“Look so pretty taking me like this, my perfect girl, doing so fucking good, look at you…”

The pressure building in your stomach rears its head. Threatens to push you over.

“I missed you so much,” you sob into the sheets, “so fucking much, I can’t, I don’t know how to- oh!”

“Won’t leave you ever again,” Leon pants, tilting your chin so he can see your pretty face. “Never- oh my God, you’re close, aren’t you?”

Call it intuition, instinct. If you were close before, Leon’s fingers rushing to your clit cement your theory; he’s never been wrong about it, even as a rookie.

Your hands scramble to claw at the back of his neck.

“Fuck, you are!” he exclaims.

Home stretch. Leon’s hips threaten to stutter, so he sinks his teeth in your shoulder in a desperate bid to keep them steady.

For you, the pain of it is primal, flavored with a need for connection that has you groping blindly to lace his fingers through yours. Instinct all over again.

For Leon, it’s how you kept him going all this time; you’ll keep him grounded now. He’s not going to last otherwise.

You listen, face planted to the bed. Wait for the last thread to snap, for Leon’s gasp at the final flutter of your cunt around him. Your orgasm doesn’t come in a babbling, sputtering, break of the sound barrier, no – it comes as a gentle push.

A trust fall off the edge with Leon right behind.

You see bright light. Nothing of the abyss you plunged into when he left. There’s a jerk behind your navel, and pleasure starts curling upwards from your stomach like the licking of a comfortable fire. Your ears pop from the ecstasy flowing through your veins and it’s almost as if you can hear its crackling embers right here, right now as Leon fits so perfectly inside you.

In and out. In and out. In-out, in-out. You breathe, and he breaks.

He spills into you warmer than sunshine. Molten gold, filling your cracks like kintsugi. The air admits, “I love you”, having trouble telling apart which of you said it first.

He’s got a week on his hands. A week of wonders stretches in front of you, seven whole days to figure out how this new arrangement will work.

“It’s as much as they’d let me call off on such short notice, but we’ll take it from there,” Leon murmurs, kissing your shoulder.

He’s back in your arms where he belongs. Morning peeks through your blinds with the sun’s face washed clean from last night’s rainstorm, and if you open your window right about now, you could say hello to all the flowers blooming in celebration.

You can get to that later. You’ve got more pressing matters on your hands, like taking headcount of the constellation of moles dotting Leon’s chest and introducing yourself to the new ones. You have a feeling you’ll learn them by heart real soon.

“We can figure it out together,” you hum, content with your head propped against the headboard.

An exhilaratingly real concept.

“Together.” Leon breathes lightly. “Yeah.”

“And you know, I think that’s more than enough time to buy me real flowers.”

He chokes back a not-so-subtle cough. “You’re still hung up on that?”

“If you want to make up for how I’ll have to wear pants and turtlenecks to work for the next week, yes,” you poke into his chest, fighting the smile tugging at your lips.

“But you hate flowers! You say they always die on you!”

“No girl actually hates flowers, Leon!”

“At least I didn’t show up empty-handed. Give me a sec, sweetheart, I almost forgot.”

Leon pecks your forehead, slipping out of bed to pad to the living room. He comes back, having fetched his now dry suit jacket with the curious bulge still threatening to spill out of its left pocket, and hands it to you like a cat would a dead bird at your doorstep.

You give the creased clothing an unimpressed stare.

“Look in the pocket,” he insists, climbing back under the comforter.

You pull out a half-melted pack of Ferrero Rocher.

“Okay, well, they weren’t supposed to do that and I think I left them by the radiator…”

He’s lucky they taste just as delicious melted. You’ll have to give him a lesson in gifting before the holidays roll around because he’ll be here to celebrate them for the first time in six years – a thought sweeter than the chocolate-flavored kisses you peck onto his cheek.

And in between the shining candy wrappers and Leon’s blond hair tickling your neck when he presses you into the bed again, this time, you think everything gold might just stay.

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Condor Two

RE4! Leon Kennedy x Reader

Summary- You're Leon's partner, separated by villagers when you arrive in Spain. Word Count: 3425 Established Relationship A/N: Something different, there will be more to the Family Matters series coming soon!

I should’ve gone with Leon, you thought. Maybe if you had, you wouldn’t be tied to a pole and helplessly watching a Spanish police officer being secured to a pyre. What a way to begin your search for the president’s daughter.

Even more frustrating, you could hear Leon talking in your earpiece, trying to reach you. But with your hands literally tied, there was no way for you to respond. You hoped Hunnigan would be able to get a location on you. Of course, Ashley Graham remained the priority. But knowing Leon, he wouldn’t rest until he’d recovered the both of you.

The scent of old manure and death filled your nose. Your wrists and ankles ached and burned from the ropes binding you. At least you didn’t have to go looking for that village, you supposed. Still, you doubted that you’d find Ashley here.

As the sun rose, you surveyed your surroundings. Old wood buildings surrounded you. Chickens, cows, and pigs roamed freely and the villagers… well, you didn’t know what to make of them.

You and the officer tied to the pyre had been ambushed. They’d slashed the tires of the police car that had brought you out here and quickly overwhelmed both you and the officer. There was a throbbing in the back of your head where you’d been hit before waking up here. Wherever ‘here’ was.

Villagers wandered aimlessly through the small town, muttering things under their breath in Spanish. Something wasn’t right with them. Black veins covered their pale skin and their eyes were wild. It didn’t even seem like they fully registered pain. Some were covered in cuts and blood that they hadn’t bothered to clean and the bandages you did see were old and dirty.

“Condor two,” came Leon’s voice again, “Condor two, do you read me?” You rolled your eyes and groaned. You wanted nothing more than to answer him. “Y/n, where are you?”

Waiting for Leon to find you wasn’t an option. If your suspicions were correct, you were next on the sacrifice list.

The villagers had taken your guns when they’d taken you, but they hadn’t stripped you of your jacket. The small knife sheath strapped to your forearm was still hidden beneath the sleeve. There wasn’t much room to move, but you could move your arm against the pole just enough to free the knife from its sheath.

Warm leather fell into your hand and you gripped the handle as tight as the rope would allow. The angle was awkward and your hand was already beginning to cramp, but you slowly began to saw away at the rope.

Keeping an eye on the villagers, you watched them begin to gather in the middle of town where they’d constructed the pyre. As long as you stayed quiet, hopefully, you’d avoid drawing their attention.

A thought crossed your mind. How were you going to save the officer? He struggled and yelled, pleading with the villagers to let him go. His words carried no weight.

The ropes around your wrists fell to the ground. Now you just had to free your ankles and then–

One of the villagers approached the pyre, a thick burning stick in his hands. Before you could blink, he tossed it into the wood pile and within seconds the whole thing had gone up in flames. The officer screamed and flailed. The smell of burning flesh filled your nose and you knew there was no saving him.

Heart pounding, you reached down and cut the rest of the ropes. Finally free, you crouched down and quickly dashed between the nearest buildings. If there was anything you knew for certain, it was that you couldn’t stay here. You didn’t stand a chance against a whole town with only a knife.

You turned the corner and skid to a stop. Not everyone was in the town square. An old woman stood in front of you, a pitchfork held firm in her bony hands. She raised the pitchfork and swung so fast you were barely able to dodge. You dropped to the ground and kicked her feet out from under her. You were on her in a second, pinning her shoulders down with your knees and driving your knife into her temple.

She lay dead and you quickly searched her body for anything that might be useful. Your shoulders slumped. Nothing.

Mud squished behind you and you turned to find a group of four more villagers stalking toward you.

"C'mon," you muttered, frustration laced in your voice like venom. There was no winning this fight. Your only choice was to turn tail and run. But to where? The last thing you wanted to do was run deep into the woods with nothing more than you knife. So what–

An axe whizzed past your head, lodging itself into the wall behind you. "I take it we can't talk this out," you said. The villagers only growled back at you.

You vaulted over the fence next to you as they pounced, narrowly avoiding another axe. Then you were running as fast as possible.

Branches scratched your skin, mud sloshed and slid beneath your feet. You didn't know where you were going, and nor did you really care at the moment.

You burst through the trees and found yourself in a small clearing. You stopped to see if anyone had followed you and when you didn't hear anything but the sound of rustling trees and chirping birds, you let yourself relax.

"Condor one," you said, reaching to activate your earpiece. "Condor one, I'm here." No reply. "Leon?" Nothing. You tossed your arms. Of course your equipment would stop working the instant you were free.

You looked back toward the village. Smoke rose into the sky. The screams of that poor officer still echoed in your ears. You knew you needed to go back, that if you were going to find Leon the best place to start looking was there. But having nothing more than your knife to defend yourself with made you hesitant.

Still, it's not like you had much of a choice.

"You got the stench of battle on ya," a rough voice said. You whirled on your heels, knife ready. A man in a black cloak stood behind you, a purple mask covering the lower half of his face. "You can put the knife down, I mean you no harm."

"Who are you?" You demanded, not lowering your knife.

He chuckled. "Just a man tryin' ta make a living. Got some rare things on sale for ya, stranger." He held out an arm, revealing a variety of weapons and ammunition along the inside of his sleeve.

"Impressive," you mused. "But I don't have any money. So thanks, but no thanks."

"Nothin' wrong with doing things the old fashioned way," the merchant replied. "How 'bout a trade?"

His offer was tempting. You didn't have much, but maybe there was something you could give him in exchange for that pistol you spotted on his sleeve.

You lowered the knife and folded your arms. What did you have to offer? Your knife wasn't worth much and you were hesitant to part with it. Aside from that… Your heart sank as you remembered the one valuable you did have on you.

Leon had gifted you a necklace on your birthday last year. A beautiful silver piece with a small yet intricately detailed bird hanging from it. He never told you what it had cost, but you knew it had to be expensive. Subconsciously, your hand came up to touch it.

"That's a fine piece you got there," the merchant said.

You didn't want to, but it could mean the difference between life or death. After a moment of silence, you asked, "What will it get me?"

"It may be small, but this beauty packs a mean punch." He showed off a revolver. "And as a first-time customer, I'll toss this in free of charge." He flaunted a can of first aid spray. "Whaddya say, stranger?"

Given the circumstances, you weren't sure you could pass up the offer. Reluctantly, you took off the necklace and handed it to him. As promised, you received both the revolver and spray.

The merchant must have noticed how your eyes continued to follow the necklace as he held it. "This is in good hands, I assure you. Now, don't go gettin' yourself killed." There was nothing more to say. The deal was done. With a simple nod, you turned away and began to trek through the forest back toward the village.

You felt naked without the weight of the bird against your chest. Ever since Leon had given it to you, you'd almost never taken it off. What would he think when he saw you without it? That necklace was his silent claim on your heart.

Romantic relationships between agents were frowned upon, forbidden almost. As far as the agency was concerned, it was a conflict of interest and if anyone found out, it was likely they'd separate you. Leon couldn't have that. He needed you as his partner both on and off the field, to be sure you were (somewhat) safe and alive.

He must be worried sick, you thought. Unless it was absolutely necessary, Leon hardly ever allowed radio silence between you two. It had been hours since you last had contact with him. Hell, the last time you saw him was when he left the police car to find the first police officer that had wandered off, instructing you to keep an eye on the second.

You checked the chamber of the revolver. Six bullets. Six shots. You had to make them count.

You tried your earpiece again. Still no answer. Maybe the signal would get better the closer–

"Mother of god!" You yelped, pawing at your ear in pain. A loud screech filled your ear, followed by the sharp crackling of static.

A voice was coming through the other end. It was Hunnigan.

"Condor two," she said, "What is your status?"

"You could warn me next time before you almost blow out my eardrum," you shot back. "I'm still breathing. All four limbs are accounted for. I'm on my way back to the village."

"Negative, Condor two," Hunnigan replied curtly. "There's a good chance Baby Eagle is being held in a church by the lake. I've sent you the coordinates."

"Well, I'd love to see those, but I've lost pretty much all my stuff." You could practically see her rolling her eyes.

"Alright, I have a lock on your position. Head north from your position. Leon is on his way there now."

"Roger that, Roost. Condor two out."

You finally managed to find a path leading north. So far you'd encountered no one else and you hoped it'd stay that way. You wanted to hang on to your six bullets for as long as you could.

"Condor one?" You tried again. If Hunnigan was able to reach you now, you should be able to reach Leon. Right? "Leon?" Silence. You'd be having a serious chat with your techies when you got back.

The lake couldn't be too far now. Trees and brush was beginning to thin and that musty lake smell began to hover in the air. The gravel path you walked along slowly turned into a muddy trail. You emerged onto the bank of the lake. A castle stood menacingly in the distance on the other side. To your left, you saw old wood scaffolding webbing up the side of a cliff. A dock sat just underneath it and at the top, you could just barely make out a church's roof.

Looks like that was where you were heading. With a new determination, you began the long walk over, falling back into the treeline to avoid detection from the water and clifftops.

Ashley Graham was the priority. She was the one they were here to save. Even if one of you had to be left behind or killed to do it, she was the objective.

But Leon refused to leave you. Even if he had to take your body back to the States, there was no reality where he left you here in this hell.

He'd come so close to you in the village. He'd seen you through his binoculars and then you were gone. Once the villagers had retreated into their church, he'd searched the place high and low, finding only your guns and equipment. He was fearing the worst knowing you were out there with only a knife, assuming it hadn’t given out on you yet.

He continued along the winding path, still trying to catch his breath. The village chief had nearly choked him to death not long before and he still felt the ghost of his fingers on his neck.

"Looks like you're in quite the rush, stranger." Leon stopped and rolled his eyes. It seemed like this merchant was there at almost every turn.

Oh well. Leon could stand to lose some excess weight from his bag. As he opened his mouth to reply, his words caught in his throat. There, among the vast array of goods, was your necklace.

"Cat got yer tongue?" The merchant chuckled.

"Where the hell did you get that?" Leon said, his voice low.

"What? This?" The merchant held up the necklace. "An exchange with a traveler lookin' to keep their head on their shoulders."

A part of Leon wanted to be hurt that you'd traded it. But his more rational side understood that you didn't have a choice. He'd found everything but your knife in the village and he knew well enough that you'd need more than just that to make it through this.

The merchant was a reasonable enough man. Leon was sure he could trade something to get the necklace back. Without a second thought, he rummaged through his bag and pulled out two silver goblets and a handful of gems he'd found in the village.

"Must hold sentimental value if yer gonna trade all that for this," the merchant observed. "Can't put a price on that." Still, the merchant tossed Leon the necklace and stashed away the rest. "Pleasure doin' business with ya."

That was easy, Leon thought. Much easier than he anticipated.

Pop pop

Leon perked up. Two solid gunshots had come from the direction of the church. It had to be you. It had to be.

He took off running, not caring if he drew attention to himself. He had to find you.

The church was crawling with villagers. You'd managed to kill three already, but the rest materialized from everywhere. From behind the church, from the graveyard, from the way of the lake, they were everywhere.

Down to four bullets, you had a choice to make. Ashley could be just within reach. You could potentially thin out this crowd for Leon by the time he got here, make his job easier at the cost of (most likely) your life.

Or you could turn tail and run. You refused to keep running.

Someone grabbed you from behind, wrapping their arm around your neck to choke and hold you still while another prepared to swing their axe.

You dropped your weight and threw the one holding you over your head. Grabbing your knife, you threw it as hard as you could. The one holding the axe fell with a hard thud. You ran and pulled the knife free, turning just in time to stab it into the head of another.

A pitchfork came flying at you. It whizzed past you, the spokes just barely missing your arm. Blood began to flow from the wound but you had to keep fighting. Any hesitation could result in your death.

Four more surrounded you, cornering you against the fence. Your drew your pistol and fired twice. Two flew back and dropped to the ground. Two bullets left.

You took aim once more and just as you were about to pull the trigger, something slammed into your back. You were thrown fast and far, landing hard against a headstone. The pistol clattered out of reach and when you went to pull your knife, the blade snapped from the hilt.

Your arms shook as you tried to push yourself up, only for them to give out and leave you nearly limp against the headstone. A monster of a man towered over you, a massive hammer held menacingly in his hands. He raised it high over his head.

Time slowed down. Memories began to flash through your mind. Your first time meeting Leon at bootcamp. Sparring with him in the middle of the night, comforting each other when the whole world felt like it was collapsing in on you. The first time he kissed you.

A sense of peace washed over you as you watched the hammer begin to fall, sunlight glinting off of the metal.

No. You couldn’t let it end like this. You rolled, the hammer meeting the ground where your head had been not a second before. Scrambling to your feet, you dove for your gun. Back on your feet, you shot down two more villagers. Better to have them dead now and not wait for them to gang up with the big one against you.

Your bullets were gone and your knife was broken. You scanned for anything you might be able to use. The brute marched toward you, hammer ready. You lept over headstones, ripping a shovel from the hands of a dead villager.

You turned just in time to bring the shovel up to meet the hammer, stopping it in its path. The wood handle splintered, your arms shook with the strength it took to keep the hammer from you. The handle cracked into two pieces and the brute charged into you, throwing you hard against a tree and knocking the air from your lungs. He charged again, hammer high and then–

BANG!!!!

The man stumbled back forward. Another BANG and he fell to the ground lifeless.

“Y/n?” came Leon’s voice. A second later he was in front of you, cupping your face in his hands.

“I had it handled,” you muttered.

“Of course you did.” He helped you sit up the brushed your hair away from your face. The urge to pull you into his arms was overwhelming, but with the beating you just took he didn’t want to risk hurting you even more. At least you were alive. “Think you can stand?”

You nodded and let him help you up. Your legs were shaking and your head felt dizzy, almost falling into Leon as you tried to regain your balance. He held you against him until the world stopped spinning and you could stand on your own again.

“What happened?” Leon asked, his arm tightening around your waist, almost as if he were afraid that you’d disappear the moment he let go.

“Got bored, decided to go sightseeing,” you replied. He gave you a look. “We were ambushed and I have been hit in the head too many times today.”

He nodded and dug around in his pocket. "I found something I thought you might want back." He held up the necklace you'd traded with the merchant.

"Leon…" Guilt and shame came over you, but also relief at the sight of it. "I'm sorry, I–"

"I know," he said, moving to fasten it around your neck and tucking it under your collar. "You didn't have a choice, I get it. I also found the rest of your stuff."

A weight lifted off your shoulders. Your pistols felt like a comforting blanket as you strapped them back on. "What would I do without you?"

"Crash and burn," Leon said simply as he hooked an arm around your waist and drew you back to him, crashing his lips against yours. He pulled away and smirked down at you, knowing the kiss left you breathless.

It took a moment for you to regain your senses and when you finally registered the knowing look on his face, you swatted his chest. “C’mon, Romeo. We still have a job to do.” It took another moment for your feet to start moving again, your body wanting to stay wrapped up in his arms. They couldn’t waste any more time. “Baby Eagle’s still waiting for us.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Leon watched as you quickly approached the front gate of the church, a new pep in your step. He’d do everything in his power to make sure you weren’t separated again.

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against all odds (to wait for you is all i can do) – part three

alexia putellas x photojournalist!reader

warnings: explicit sexual content

(a/n in the tags) [parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve]

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You woke again nearing midday and, as expected, Ale was nowhere to be found. If it weren’t for the still sensitive marks that she left on your neck and the soreness between your thighs, you would’ve thought it was all a pleasant dream. Something on your nightstand caught your eye as you stretched and when you picked it up, all the remaining doubt shattered.

On the piece of paper was a phone number with a little note that said ‘text me?’ and you couldn’t help the grin that made its way to your lips at the drawn smiley face at the end of it. You picked your phone up, added her to your contacts and sent her a hello-it’s-me text, noted the notification of an email from Derek, and then you got out of bed to get ready for the day.

When you returned to the bedroom from your shower, a message from Ale was waiting for you.

‘Hey, good morning! Listen, as much as I’d love to… have fun with you again, I can’t see you the next few days.’

You laughed at the varying degrees of sad emojis that superseded her text. Then you messaged her back.

‘That’s fine. Just text me when you’re free. And you already know where I am so…’

You abandoned your phone after that in favor of your laptop as you remembered Derek’s email. Upon opening your mail, you found it immediately.

‘Good news. Robert sealed a deal with a client and they want you to follow FC Barcelona in their Liga F campaign this season. We got 5 match passes so far–Robert believes that the client might be inclined to commission for more photos depending on how the club progresses throughout the season.

Find the passes in the attachment as well as the in-depth commission details but in short, apart from the customary team photos, they want photos of the following players prioritised in order: Alexia Putellas, Maria ‘Mapi’ Leon, and Caroline Graham Hansen. I’ll leave the research to you.

On an informal note, the window to decline is still open. As previously discussed, you don’t have to do this. Let me know what you decide as soon as possible.’

You checked the attached files and sure enough, you found the passes for Barcelona’s matches against the following clubs: Real Madrid, Roma, Alhama, Atletico Madrid, and Sporting Huelva. You noted the date for the one against Real Madrid–it was in a couple of days, the same one Ale suggested and a thrill of excitement went down your spine at the thought of possibly seeing her again. Maybe you should message her to let her know that you were going.

You sent a confirmation to Derek before you created a new tab to begin your research. ‘Alexia Putellas’, you typed and hit enter. When the results came back, you stilled.

You blinked.

Then you blinked again.

Of all the places you’d expect to find Ale’s face, a search result about a professional football player was the last thing you could think of. But memories flashed unbidden through your mind: the exclusive night club, Ale’s vague answer about her job, the way her eyes shone whenever you mentioned sports or football, her reflexes, her physique, Ale… Alexia–it all made sense now.

Groaning, you put your face in your hands as your cheeks and ears burnt from the embarrassment that flooded your veins. Oh, how dense could you get! She must��d thought you ignorant for not knowing who she was. Foolish!

But then again… if she didn’t get a kick out of you not knowing, why did she allow the second time to happen? And why promise a third? The thought calmed you down enough to decide not to text Ale–no, Alexia–about this like you’d originally planned especially since you were most likely going to see her at the game anyway.

After another moment to regain your composure for the time being, you proceeded with your research. You clicked on an article, and an article lead to another, which carried you over to a video, and so on. By the end of it, evening had settled and you only managed to discover little. But from what you found out, there was no question to Alexia Putellas’ nascent legacy, both on and off the pitch–an undisputed, modern trailblazer for current and new generations of female athletes. You were gutted to know about her ACL injury though–a quick deviated search made it known to you how serious of an injury it was, especially for an athletic career–and you wondered when she would be able to play again or if she would be playing in the match against Real Madrid. After all, she did say she was going to be there.

You wrapped up your research about Alexia then and you finally moved on to Mapi Leon, then Caroline Graham Hansen. Afterwards, you briefed yourself on the rest of Barcelona Femeni’s 1st Division players as well as the rules of football to come up with a strategy to tackle this task.

A mixture of anxiety and excitement rushed through you as you settled in for the night at the thought of seeing Alexia again now that you know about her identity. You didn’t know what you had gotten yourself into the moment you let her take you to the dance floor but the pull was there from the very beginning. And you decided you were going to see this through to the end.

No. This wasn’t going to change anything at all.

–––

There it was: Estadi Johan Cruyff, home to Barcelona Femeni, stood proud in its blue and red glory.

There was still about an hour and a half left before kickoff but already, people had gathered and started to enter the stadium, you being one of them. Security scanned your press pass as you entered and you were told to head through a different corridor which lead you out to the pitch. Once inside, it was no surprise that the stadium’s interior was no less grand than the outside, the well-tended grass was just a taste to the quality that this place had to offer.

Greeting the other photographers who’d settled in earlier as you walked, you searched for a spot and found it by the space adjacent to the corner flag farthest from the tunnel entrance. There, you placed your duffel bag and your portable stool as you worked to set up your equipment: you double-checked the batteries, attached the right lens to your camera, unwounded your monopod and connected it to your camera.

By the time you looked up, there was already a significant crowd awaiting the players for their warm-ups. You took this chance to take a few shots of the still half-filled stadium, tweaking your settings as you did so and you waited for the players to come out.

About an hour before kickoff, you spied movements inside the tunnel and immediately, your eye was to your viewfinder.

Players from both teams emerged from the tunnel and names popped in your head as you scanned the faces from Barcelona, taking shots of them as they stepped foot on the grass and took off in a jog. There was no sign of Alexia though but you spotted two of your marks on the pitch so you wasted no time to frame them in your camera.

A moment later though, you heard a sudden cheer from the crowd followed by a collective flutter of camera shutters. You lifted your eye from the viewfinder, turned your head to the side and saw that your fellow photographers had their cameras focused to the direction of the tunnel entrance. Your heart quickened. Could it be? And sure enough as you looked to the sidelines, you could make out Alexia’s blonde hair and her unmistakable silhouette. Through your camera’s lens you were able to see her better.

Alexia had on a black leather jacket paired with a top that revealed a strip of skin before the cut of her jeans, finishing her look off with a pair sneakers on and loose blonde hair. She was conversing with her coach, bumping fists and patting the backs of players from both teams who went over to greet her. Then she turned to the stands, waved at their supporters, and she moved close enough for pictures and autographs. She gave one last wave to the fans, shouted an encouraging word to her teammates with a fist in the air, before she headed back into the tunnel. While all of this was happening, you’d framed her through your lens yourself, taking the photos you needed, cheeks warm despite the cooling afternoon air.

Then all the Barcelona players jogged over to the sidelines and huddled, side to side, arm in arm. You took a shot. Not long after that, all of them left the pitch.

The game was about to start.

Alexia wasn’t lying when she said the stadium would get crowded: the stands were filled with blues and reds, flags were flown and waved about, chanted anthems resounded loud and proud in the air–the atmosphere was nothing short of electric.

You’d moved by the sideline close to the tunnel entrance for the beginning of the match along with your fellow photographers so you could capture Barcelona’s starting eleven. When the players came out, they were welcomed by singing and cheers from the crowd. And as they stood there, you took photos of the entire team first before you moved on to focus on Mapi and Caroline.

When the whistle blew and the match began, you were back to your original spot, looking to the stands above the tunnel entrance as you tried to pick Alexia out from the sea of faces through your camera. You managed to a few minutes later, and you found her looking rather pensive: one arm crossed over her chest, the other resting on it as she rubbed her chin with her thumb, eyes focused down at the pitch with her brows slightly creased. It looked like longing to you, a burning desire to return home–to start playing football again. The sight evoked such a feeling in you that you couldn’t help but capture the moment. This shot, however, you were going to keep for yourself.

Now that you knew where Alexia was, following the client’s requisites just got a lot easier. Up until the final whistle, you immersed yourself in your work and the game, focusing more on Mapi and Caroline as they were playing. There were times that allowed you to shift your camera to the stands to where Alexia was and took shots of her, too. By the time you knew it, the game ended and Barcelona won 1-0.

You expected a celebration from Barcelona because they were in their turf after all so you loaded up your camera with a freshly charged battery. The next thing you knew, Alexia was there with the team, hugging and patting them congratulations and her teammates beamed at her, happy to see her there.

Click You took a shot.

The players then began their procession around the stadium, waving at and signing things for their supporters. Through your camera, you saw Mapi signing the shirt of a young girl. Click. Next to her was Caroline, reaching over the barrier to sign a ball, smiling as she talked to the boy holding it. Click.

The procession was near enough that you could hear their banters, growing louder as they approached where you were and the beating of your heart thumped as loud as the chants from the crowd. You congratulated the players as they passed and kept your camera away out of respect. You looked at the end of the line and you met Alexia’s gaze. She was smiling at you while she talked to Irene Paredes beside her and she never took her eyes off you. There was a gleam in them, something akin to mischief and… a challenge? If so, why?

At that you raised an unimpressed brow at her, both a question and a statement. Your reaction seemed to amuse her because her smile turned into a full smirk.

The procession passed but Alexia lagged behind, something that didn’t go unnoticed by Irene who threw Alexia a questioning look. You watched as Alexia waved her off before she began walking your way and you didn’t miss the fluttering of shutters from your fellow photographers’ cameras. Some called Alexia’s name to get her attention but she ignored them, her attention only at you. You barely had enough time to school your features and hide any signs of familiarity before she was standing in front of you.

“Hey, you. You made it here after all.” Alexia said cooly, lips slanted in a half-smile, one hand in a jean pocket.

“Yeah, I did. Sorry, but do I know you?” You asked in an excessively dry tone paired with an raised eyebrow, but you made sure your voice was just loud enough for her to hear. Catching your drift, Alexia laughed, rubbing the bridge of her nose to try and cover it up.

“I suppose not,” she extended a hand towards you, “I’m Alexia, and I’m sorry about… you know.”

“Nice to officially meet you, Alexia. Congratulations on the win, by the way.” You shook her hand, ignored the way her warmth seeped into your skin, and hummed. “You know, you remind me of someone I know. Your resemblance to her is uncanny.”

Alexia nodded as she took her hand back, lips quirked. “I think I know who you’re talking about. I think she also wants to know if she could stop by later tonight?”

Your cheeks warmed and you didn’t fight the smile that made its way to your face. “I did tell her she could whenever she’s free.”

“So, yes?”

“Yes.”

———

You braced your weight against the headboard, forehead over your folded arms, eyes barely open and the erotic sight in front of you did nothing to help the building flood in you. With your thighs bracing her head and from this angle, you could only see Alexia’s closed eyes but you felt her hands roaming and supporting your lower back as her mouth and tongue worked on you.

She was taking her sweet time though, brushing her tongue over your clit lightly, sucking just enough to build up the pleasure but nothing too much to bring you over the edge. You whined because she did it again only with more pressure this time, circling your clit a few times before she moved away again. You were starting to learn that she liked to play; she liked to take her time and get as many reactions from you until she was satisfied, until she’d completely unravelled you.

A particularly cruel swipe of her tongue, accompanied by the obscenely wet sound it made, nearly incited a sob from your lips but the plea you made was nothing short of similar.

“Ale… please…” You panted.

“–my name.”

“Huh?” You whined out, not hearing what Alexia said after a flick from her tongue sent shivers down your spine.

“Say my name.”

Then she circled your clit with more urgency after she said that–demanding. You keened and ignored her, canting your hips forward to chase that delicious friction you were desperately searching for.

“Ale… Ale… please!”

Then she stilled completely and you cried out in protest, eyes flying open to meet lidded hazel ones.

“What–”

“Say my name.” She licked your inner thigh deliberately close to where you wanted it the most.

“Alexia, pl–” You didn’t even need to beg because right after her name left your mouth, overwhelming heat was all you could feel as she ate you out earnestly. Her hands gripped your thighs so tight that you wouldn’t be able to pull away–not that you could ever do such a thing.

“Oh, fuck!”

Euphoria tore through your body in concurrent waves with brutal intensity that it ripped the strength from your bones while your muscles shook helplessly. Even the gentle touches from Alexia tongue as she cleaned you up were enough to make you hiss from overstimulation.

God… she really did a number on you this time.

After you finally calmed down, you shifted so that you could lay by Alexia’s side, kissing your way up from the column of her neck to her lips where you found your taste heavy on her tongue. You dragged your fingers from the crest of her hip to her breast, feeling the ridges of her hard-earned muscles as you did so and revelled in the way they tensed beneath your touch, the softness of her breast a beautiful contrast to the firmness of her stomach.

Alexia gasped when you rolled her nipple between your fingers and you gladly swallowed it as you deepened the kiss. You slotted your leg to apply pressure between her thighs, ample wetness coated your skin and you couldn’t help but moan at her arousal.

You nipped a path down between the valley of her breasts but not before you had given both of her nipples the attention they deserved. You continued your journey, licking and nipping at her skin as you moved down her toned stomach.

As soon as you reached her navel, she parted her legs to make space for you. You kissed her inner thighs, loving the way they tensed beneath your lips and as you trailed closer to her core, you flashed your gaze upwards to meet hers. When you finally got the first taste of her tonight, you watched intently through lidded eyes as she closed hers, dropping her head on the pillow and sighed out a long, low moan.

You gave her a few slow and broad strokes, closing your eyes as you savoured her taste. When she began to urge her hips quicker, you picked up your pace all the while mapping her thighs and stomach with your palms.

You found you liked how responsive she was to your touches, liked the way she demanded for more which you gladly gave to her as she asked for them. And when she cradled the back of your head and buried her fingers in your hair so she could meet your tongue the way she wanted it, you moaned loudly, taking from the way she took hers from you.

“Yes, right there, just–” Her back arched and you clung to her hips like a lifeline. You rolled your tongue against her and sucked, not wanting to disrupt the pace of her fall.

And fall, she did.

She came on your tongue and you accepted it with a grateful moan, slowing down your pace as she came back down from her high. It was sticky and heady, a reward that you lapped up eagerly, and from the pleased way Alexia threaded her fingers through your hair, she was satisfied. Like her, you took your time cleaning her up because after all it was only polite to do so and you enjoyed the way her leg muscle tensed when you kissed her clit one last time.

Content with your work, you kissed the top of her left thigh as a form of gratitude but instead of making your way up, you traced the line of muscle that lead down to her knee where scars from her injury had carved themselves permanently into her skin.

You’d kissed those same scars the last time you were together without knowing the story behind them and now that you know, you dragged your lips over them ever more softly, looking Alexia in the eye as you did so. She watched you intently with lips slightly parted, eyes dark and lidded.

Alexia bent forward so she could reach out to you, lifting your chin with a gentle hand. Then she brushed her thumb over your upper lip to wipe the wetness there but before she could pull it away, you parted your lips and took her thumb into you mouth, sucking and licking off the taste there, never taking your eyes off hers.

“My god,” came her breathless murmur before she moaned out, “come here.”

Then she guided you to her mouth with her gentle grip on your chin and before you knew it, you were under her again, sighing in grateful surrender to the mercy of her and her hands. She kissed and ravaged you many times over–and you, her–that by the end of the night, you’d completely forgotten the weight of her name.

#ap11 #not proofread #mine #my writing #a/n: a bit late but i finally finished it omfg #ngl i rushed this so im extra sorry for any grammar and spelling mistakes...#and how do people write smut its so bloody difficult ahhhhhh #hope you guys like this and would love to know what you think about the story so far #just a reminder: im tweaking minor details as i go so the most accurate copy of all the parts will be on my ao3 (@thesunisatangerine)#apologies for any grammar and spelling mistakes ill work on em later #woso x reader #alexia putellas x reader

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galaxy-fleur · 8 months ago

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ʚ Sunny Relaxation ɞ

Pairing: Post RE4R!Leon/Ashley.

Summary: Leon rarely, if ever, gets time off to simply relax and do nothing for a while. For him, normalcy has become a strange concept, alien, and even plain unpleasant. His downtime existence consists solely of aimless sitting around in his apartment and being continuously reminded of just how lonely he truly is. But not today. Not when he gets to wake up with Ashley in his arms.

Word Count: 5k words, AO3 Link.

Notes: Established relationship (written with 'FWB' arrangement in mind but feelings are very much involved), morning sex, dry humping, fade sex. Honestly just 5k words of Leon being horrendously down bad.

Credits: dividers by @/saradika-graphics.

“...You’re comfy."

Leon's eyelids flutter open and he looks up at his bedroom ceiling, where light shadows from the tree outside the window create gentle outlines that flicker across the plain gray surface. The first thing that greets him are soft colors of gold and orange dancing across the room. His slowly awakening senses are then filled with the soft rustle of dry leaves and the muted city bustle going on below, a soothing white noise that reminds him of the safety and tranquility that exist within these four walls. To him, this picturesque stillness was almost alien. The minimalist design of his apartment and excruciating absence of personalized items that often adorn a habitable home are clear indicators of exactly that.

But as he looked down, he was quickly met with an answer to this shift from his pretty depressing status quo. Ashley Graham herself was nestled on his chest, soaking in the warm morning sunlight streaming through the blinds. She was staring up at him expectantly, likely because he had not responded to her little comment in any way. Really, he couldn't help it. Like a man who is starved of water and wants to savor every single drop that is offered to him, he would find himself just drinking in these fleeting moments of sweet tranquility that her presence would bring, far too anxious to dare disturb them.

It was fitting, he thought. She was, in a sense, almost glowing like this. The sunlight from the window hitting her silhouette from behind in just the right way to create a dim hallow around her soft features. He would assume that she was the source of all the warm color that filled his empty bedroom if he didn't know any better.

Like his own personal sunshine. Though, the thought made him wince quickly. Or, more accurately, the excessive mushiness of it, which was very unlike him. Fortunately, he refrained from saying it aloud. Of all things, when had he become so cheesy?

"Is that your way of saying 'good morning'?" He says instead, sounding rougher than usual since sleep residue is still permeating as the faint raspiness in the back of his throat.

Ashley gives a little excited hum at that, crawling over to him a bit more closely than before and immediately burrowing into his chest with no repercussions whatsoever. Not that they were needed now, anyway. Not when they were alone. Ashley was free to enjoy him in any way she wanted, no matter how big or small.

“Good morning," she declares, resting a leg over his hip and nuzzling his naked skin. He puts a hand across her back out of instinctual urge to keep her close, stifling a pleasant quiver at the touch. It was always nice to feel her weight on top of him. Grounding. It kept him in the present, his head so pleasantly empty, except for the feel of her soft body pressed up against his. Her fingers traced lightly over his collarbone, then dipped down the middle of his chest, landing just above his heart. “...I love your chest.”

She places her cheek on top of him and lets out a deep, satisfied sigh as her other arm crosses his stomach, essentially making her coil up around him like a living electric blanket keeping him nice and warm. Moments of quiet peace like this were rare, making him appreciate them that much more. He's been given an out after his latest assignment —a whole week of nothing but some bothersome paperwork and an occasional visit to the medical wing to keep track of his health for him to worry about. Turns out, he was right to assume that Ashley would seize this rare chance to spend as much time as possible with him.

He wasn't complaining, mind you. Not at all. If anything, it made him actually look forward to tomorrow because she was here, in his apartment, by his side. Usually, he didn't have that. He wondered, however, if that's what it would be like to actually live with her. To live together in a home to call their own. She would undoubtedly make this apartment feel much cozier to be in. One vision after another of many alternative futures, each less likely than the last, swirled in his mind.

She would most likely buy more décor. Way more. His apartment was as empty as they come, with only the necessities strewn about to show that it had been occupied by someone. He pondered how Ashley could make it look more interesting and welcoming for both of them. She would definitely surprise him, knowing her. That was a constant when it came to her. Every time, she would come up with something new to sweep him off his feet all over again.

-But to contemplate such an idea was risky. Yet he was also powerless to fight against it.

Either way, he can't help but laugh softly at her unexpected compliment, his other hand reaching up to caress her hair, feeling the silky strands between his fingertips as he twirled and twisted them mindlessly. Her natural hair color was beginning to grow out, resulting in a haphazard blend of brunette and blonde. But he liked it. Maybe their week of this so called 'vacation' can include a shared hair coloring session. He needed to touch up his roots, anyways. The idea was a good one.

“Hmm. Even with the scar? Or are you just using me for my muscles here?” He gently teases her in turn, his chest rumbling as he speaks with a faint, sleepy quality to his voice. He moves both of his arms around her middle and holds her tight without waiting for her to respond. “I bet you just want me to cuddle you like this. Don't you?"

For the time being, he would conceal the fact that he was the only one feeling especially needy today.

“Guilty as charged.” Ashley admits without making an effort to deny his lighthearted accusations, just grinning blissfully as she gazes up at him, her green eyes glimmering with tiny flecks of gold in the morning light. The sight made his heart skip a beat or two. “Granted, it's your fault for being so warm and comfy to lay on. You're like a furnace."

"A furnace?" He furrows his brows, genuinely unsure of how to react to that remark. He guessed that's one way of stating that he's a good snuggle buddy. "C'mon... I can't be that bad."

“-And your voice is sexy.” Ashley snickers as she moves further up his chest to tenderly nuzzle against his neck, her voice now falling to a silky, smooth whisper. In response, he smiles and turns his head to give her a little kiss on the temple. She scooted back quickly to rest her face against his shoulder once more. That part of him seemed to be her favorite. “I love it when you make those rumbly sounds of yours, too.”

Now it's Leon's turn to laugh, his arms tightening around her form ever so slightly. He couldn't help but enjoy the sensation of holding her in his arms like this. It served as a tangible reminder that she was indeed here and that she wanted to be here. Alongside him. He still had moments when it all seemed almost unbelievable. Even though they were lighthearted, her many compliments made him feel a little warm inside. They make him feel proud and a little ecstatic that she indeed thinks he's attractive like that.

Given everything they had already done together, it seemed a little stupid to get all worked up over it, but he just couldn't stop himself.

“My voice too, huh,” he responds, tone soft, moving his hand up to gently place it on the back of her head and stroke her hair. “Mm. I don’t think I’ve ever had someone tell me that one before.”

"Liar." Ashley grins up at him cheekily, and he doesn't try to deny it, just letting out another soft rumble of laughter in wordless surrender.

He can't resist pulling her closer and closer till she's practically lying on top of him. He hums softly and plants a quick kiss on her forehead. Her hair tickled his nose just a little as he nuzzled into the top of her head, and he could feel her body pressed flush against his, her body heat mingling with his own, and the familiar scent of apricot and jasmine of her shampoo wafting around him. A small shiver of desire runs through him, and he lets out a content sigh, closing his eyes, just letting himself soak up her closeness in all its tiny details for another brief moment.

“...I’m so glad we can just be lazy today,” he says, his words a bit muffled by her hair. He rests his hands on her waist snuggly, holding her close to him. It feels good to embrace her in this way, especially since he has no other commitments to worry about. For once. He wished that the majority of his concerns would only be about spending more time in bed with her and nothing else. Wouldn't that be a sweet life.

Ashley, on the other hand, looked up at him and giggled gently, seemingly unable to resist the opportunity to tease him a little. A sound that, even though his eyes are still closed for the moment, causes the corners of his lips to slightly lift upwards.

“Sexy,” she repeats the word, drawing it out in a sing-song voice, all while slowly trailing her hands down his bare torso. An action that doesn't go unnoticed, as a pleasant shiver runs down his spine, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows.

Well, that got him to open his eyes again.

"...You sure are lively today," he comments, his grip on her waist tightening just a tiny smidge due to her actions.

“I mean, it’s true,” she murmurs, pulling her hands back from him to raise them up in a surrendering motion. Although, this was a pretty silly thing for her to justify herself over. “It’s deep and gravelly, and it’s all…”

"...Sexy?" He quips, the faint smile dancing over his lips now turning into a full-blown smirk as he holds her gaze, enjoying having the upper hand for a moment.

She sighs quietly at that, a small pout forming on her cheeks. He catches that wordless: 'Quit teasing me' look right away, letting out a small huff of laughter. But she doesn't argue with him. Be it due to sheer morning laziness or just him being right on point. Rather, she simply tilts her head to one side before humming pleasantly as she lays back down on him. “Yeah… sexy.”

Her proximity sends little sparks of desire through Leon's body, causing him to shiver a little again as the warm puffs of air from her breaths dance across his skin. He hums softly: “Hmm. Good to know.”

He has to admit, her compliments on his voice got him a little distracted, however lighthearted and playful they were. As her warm body lies so snuggly on top of his, he can feel his thoughts becoming increasingly disorganized. Her gentle dips and curves fit his body like puzzle pieces. He's suddenly very acutely aware that she's only wearing a tank top and panties, and just how damn good she feels simply lying on top of him like this.

-And it seems like he wasn't being very slick about it, judging by the increasingly smug look flickering to life in Ashley's eyes, undoubtedly satisfied about having successfully gotten to him. Her mischievous grin only grows in confidence, and he feels heat rushing to his face over getting caught by her again. Not that he minded it all that much. If anything, he liked being the focus of Ashley's mind-games. The tiny shiver from her touch gives way to a nice buzz of need that is beginning to come alive in the pit of his stomach, and he can feel the tension between them slowly thickening. Though, for now, he'll be waiting for Ashley to make the first move.

And he wasn't the only one who felt a little naughty all of a sudden, based on the way her tongue briefly flickered out to wet her lips. She slowly pushes herself further up his torso again as he watches her silently, his hands resting on her waist with silent support. He watches until her hips are securely resting on his thighs, and her soft features are accentuated by a knowing smirk as her emerald eyes gaze down upon him.

Yeah, definitely one of his favorite views.

“...You’re just distracted ‘cause I’m on top of you. Aren't you?” She hovers over him now, resting her hands teasefully on the pillow close to his head. He swallows, feeling his chest tighten slightly at the sight, his eyes darting down quickly to take in her shape sitting on top of him in all its magnificence. There's one thing he knew for sure, and that's that having Ashley above him like this was a treat he couldn't help but indulge in with little to no shame. But he really wishes he could examine her exposed skin without the shirt covering it.

Before he can muster up some kind of witty response, Leon gasps involuntarily as her hips fully settle into his lap with her full weight, feeling her body pressed against him in an unmistakably intimate way. If there was any doubt about her intentions before this, they just flew out the window. His hands instinctively move down to her hips and gently hold her in place as he looks back up at her. He has a momentary idea to grind her down on him like this, but he puts that off for now. Her somewhat unkempt hair sticking out here and there in a way that was privy to his bedroom, the gentle curves of her body on show for him to enjoy, that tiny mischievous pout on her plump lips—he can feel his gaze sweeping over her body without shame. His pulse quickens a bit as he shivers once again.

“'Distracted' is an understatement,” he murmurs, his voice coming out a bit hoarse, and it wasn't just because of sleep at this point. He rubs his hands over her naked thighs, slowly lowering them farther down her body as he enjoys the feel of her silky skin beneath his palms. If he had his way, he'd gladly spend the rest of his damn life touching and kneading at her like this instead of any weaponry. “-But you’re the one sitting on top of me, in nothing but tank top and panties, you know…”

"Oh yeah? That's all it takes to get you going?" Ashley quips back with a quiet giggle, and now it's his turn to pout as he huffs at her like a petulant child. Though he couldn't really argue back against that, either.

His voice is a blend of teasing and desire as he responds, dropping an octave or two. Some of it purposefully, as he played back the comments she made about his voice. He wasn't great at dirty talk and all, but if she genuinely liked his voice like that? He may attempt to exploit that. He tilts his head back, gazing up at her with darkened eyes. “You really can’t blame a guy for being distracted when a pretty girl is straddling him in her panties.“

Ashley grins, her cheeks flushing with colour at his response, and he can't help but feel another pang of pride filling his chest at the prospect of making her happy. He can see her own eyes traveling over his body laid out beneath her, taking him in, and it causes his pulse to quicken further, the pounding of his heart echoing in his temples. Every nerve ending in his body comes alive with little sparks of need as a result of the satisfying pressure of her thighs pressing into him. A familiar pull of lust that only grows ever hotter as he feels her shiver involuntarily at his hands moving over the back of her thighs, dangerously close to her ass, caressing and squeezing at the soft flesh under his fingers. She leans in a little closer, her hips rocking back slightly on his lap without any warning being given, her own voice so painfully soft and coy as it sneaks into his ears, it makes him choke down a low whine.

"Well, I can't help it if I wanted to get your attention." The subtle sound of skin rubbing against skin reverberates in his ears like a calming melody as she teases him by drawing careful patterns on his chest with the palms of her hands. "And it looks like it worked..."

His fingers sink into the flesh of her thighs as she rolls her hips over his now steadily hardening bulge once more in a way that is obviously playful. He lets out a low, soft gasp at the brutally wonderful friction, which sends shockwaves up his spine. It was simultaneously too much and too little. He can feel his body instantly responding to her ministrations with aching eagerness, his primal want for her growing stronger with every passing moment, transforming into a pleasant fog filling his head with nothing but cotton. His gaze is darkened with pure lust as he looks up at her, yet he doesn't dare take back control from her. It was humorous, in a sense. Here he was, so much stronger than her, bigger, yet completely and utterly at her mercy.

And he wouldn't have it any other way. He'd gladly give Ashley all the control over him that she could ask for. Being under her control was nothing like being controlled by the government, or pushed around by the higher-ups.

It felt good to have her take charge for him.

Warm.

Right.

It made him feel human.

Under her tender caresses, he didn't feel like a tool forcefully being shaped into something alien and emotionless. Instead, he felt like a man being given the privilege of indulging in the most human and carnal of pleasures. And he was craving that feeling.

“...You have my full attention,” he says, his voice low and gruff with lust now, his hands sliding back up her form to her sides, feeling the soft fabric of her tank top against his palms. Or, more accurately, the gentle curves of her body that were concealed by the thin cloth.

He can hear how the slow, sensual drag of his hands up Ashley's sides causes her breath to hitch and her body to shiver under his mindful touch, each tiny jolt and breath of hers like more fuel to the ever-growing flame of pure desire licking at his lower abdomen. A muffled grunt comes directly from the back of his throat as her body almost automatically presses closer to his, her hips grinding more purposefully against his lap as the heat between them slowly increases.

“Just your attention?” She mumbles, her own voice low and seductive, and it sends a sharp wave of shivers up his spine. Maybe she did have a point about someone's voice being turn-on. “So you are just gonna… lie back and do nothing about it?”

His breath catches and his mind goes blank for a good second as her hips press back against him once more. It's a slow, delightfully teasing circular motion that makes him crazy. That was an opening; he knew that. One he would be a fool not to take. Her pressing against him so closely, her enticing words sending wave after wave of sweet, dizzying heat through his body—it all makes his control slip little by little. Though he guessed that was her goal here in the first place. With a low, gruff laugh, he gently leans up against the headboard, snatching her by the hips and pulling her forward until she is squarely straddling his lap. Though her being even more pressed up against him and her chest now flush against his was a sort of sweet torture as well. He felt a fleeting impulse to rip that tank top off of her. But he wouldn't do that, no.

That is, unless she asks him to.

“You seriously think I’ll just 'lie back and do nothing' when you're like this?” He whispers huskily against her lips. “I’m not that lazy, Ashley.”

One of his hands moves up to cup the back of her head firmly, holding her close to him as he closes those few inches that still separate them and plants a passionate, searing kiss on her mouth. Ashley's lips feel warm and velvety on his as usual. They were much softer than his own, which were always a bit too dry and chapped for his liking. Although Ashley didn't seem to mind that much, if her pleased hum into his mouth was anything to go by. It doesn't take long for his tongue to flick out, teasing at her plump bottom lip before delving into her mouth with skillful ease. In order to keep her pressed up against him, his other hand stays firmly on her hip, his fingers dipping just past the thin elastic of her panties. He can feel her body pressing against him with eagerness that equaled his own, her body heat seeping into his skin, and it only makes him want to touch her even more.

Ashley's voice is slipping out before she can stop it as she moans against his lips, a sound that he happily swallows down as their mouths mold together, a shaky breath escaping him in response through his nose. Her hands move up towards his shoulders, her fingers gripping onto him tightly, a feeling he couldn't help but relish in as her touch anchored him to reality. His body reacts almost instantly when she gently bites at his lower lip, with his hips thrusting forward into her and a deep moan escaping his throat. He's learned the steps of this dance of heat and passion by heart now, and he's kissing her with all the raging intensity he usually keeps buried until these moments of shared lustfulness, his tongue deliberately gliding against hers, refusing to let go of her for even a moment. Now, his bedroom is filled with the wet, soft sounds of lips meeting, bedsheets rustling with each jerky motion, and subtle groans and sighs blending together. A melody of their making he would happily drown in. So, he happily surrenders to the intensity of the moment as he melts into her touch with no reservations.

"Then... prove it," Ashley murmurs into his mouth breathlessly in-between their relentless make-out session, her fingernails now digging into his shoulders' muscle, causing him to gasp against her.

Her three simple words cause his hands to tighten around her, and the excitement in her voice just motivates him to keep going. Similar to a furnace gradually warming the air around it, he can feel the heat between them getting hotter by the second. Only, there was no need for any furnace for them to stay warm. Not when they could share that warmth with one another. Ashley, Ashley, Ashley was the desperate chant that filled his senses as his own yearning grew stronger by the moment. He grunts and crushes her even further into his lap, ultimately breaking the kiss with a trembling gasp for oxygen as her hips unintentionally wriggle directly over him from all the clumsy movements they were making. He can already feel himself becoming rock-hard, and the thin fabric of his sweats isn't doing much to hide his borderline painful hard-on. Never before has he been more appreciative of his decision to wear sweatpants pants.

It would be almost agonizing to deal with jeans and a belt at this moment.

“Is that a challenge I hear?” He mutters into her ear with a low and gritty voice, purposefully making himself sound more gravelly than usual for her enjoyment.

He can't help but smile when Ashley shivers in response, feeling a little proud that he seems to be doing a good job with his voice for her. He can feel her fingernails digging into his skin slightly, the heat of her own arousal pressing against him, with nothing but her panties—that were probably soaked by this point—and his own sweatpants separating them. He is unable to suppress a small intake of air through his nose at the delicious but agonizing friction, his hips twitching instinctively with the need to push up into her.

"Maybe," she flirts back, her own voice a little tremulous as she moves back slightly to gaze down at him, fluttering her lashes charmingly. He can't help but chuckle at her cheeky antics, finding them in equal measure as endearing as they were unbearable in the current circumstances. She adds: "What are you gonna do about it?”

Leon's eyes darken as she challenges him directly and another low, hearty laugh escapes from his lips. Her audacity impresses him in some way. He likes her like this. Not afraid to speak her mind and order him around like it's second nature. She has really changed so much from a scared, lost girl he met back in Spain. He was proud of her. And more than a little turned on. In order to keep her from surprising him further, he tightens his hold on her hip even more, his fingers gently burrowing into the supple flesh.

“Oh, sunshine,” he mutters out, a pet name he only ever used scarcely escaping him in a single breath, a low rumble to his voice. “You’ll just have to wait and find out.”

He suddenly pulls her back onto the bed, effortlessly switching their positions as he takes hold of her waist and pushes her onto her back, leaving her spread out across his bedsheets, his body quickly covering hers. She looks beautiful like this, too. All doe-eyed and tousled as she looks up at him expectedly, her green eyes almost sparkling in the shadow that his own form is casting upon her from above. But from then on, he doesn't waste much time. They both had enough teasing for the morning. He quickly grabs her tank top by the hem and tugs it up over her head before tossing it back over his shoulder and somewhere onto the floor. Leon sits back on the bed, effectively straddling her now, although he kept most of his weight on one of his arms instead, not wanting to smother her with his body mass. His eyes take in the sight of her bare torso now on full display for him to see and touch.

God, the fact that she isn't wearing a bra is the nicest thing about doing this straight out of bed. His gaze drifts over her body as if it were a work of art as he looks down at her; he can hardly stop another intense surge of want from consuming him. Even though he has seen her like this innumerable times, it never seems like enough. The fact that he may claim all of this, all of her. He still didn't believe it.

If there was one word he could use to describe Ashley, it'd be soft. She always looked so damn soft to the touch. Like a walking beacon of comfort and warmth just out of his reach. However, he felt her warmth welcoming his touch and immediately flowing into his skin as he lifted his palm and put it reverently on her chest, just above where her heart should be. The fluttering thump-thump-thump-thump of her heartbeat just below his palm is a living proof of his effect on her. Real. Leon drew a trembling breath and looked up, meeting Ashley's gaze and making eye contact.

She was stunning. The morning light flowing into his room made her look almost ethereal. Her skin was clear and glowing, lacking any of the scars or bruises that marred his own like a constant reminder of his place in this world. With the exception of a sizable, faded scar that was spread over her chest and served as a lasting reminder of their joint triumph back in Spain. It wasn't unappealing to him in any way. Which was a bit ironic in hindsight, as he just couldn't come to appreciate any of his own scars in the same manner, regardless of the passing appreciative comments he'd get from some women on them every so often.

That is, all of his scars save for one. However, he wasn't sure Ashley would enjoy him making yet another joke about knife safety or stabbing. He should really try to come up with something new.

He slowly slides his hands down to her hips again, then slowly moves them back up up her sides, just to caress the softness of her skin for a bit longer. He does reach her breasts this time around, his palms cupping them easily, feeling the supple flesh dipping under his touch as he squeezed and palmed at her gently. It was less so for his sexual gratification and more so to just feel her. He wanted to squeeze her, hold her, grab at her with all the selfish hunger he usually kept locked away and never let go of her. To prove to himself that all of this was real. That she wouldn't just disappear as soon as he allows himself to express his desire, only to find himself waking up in his bed, all alone and yearning for something he knows damn well he can't have. Although that hooded look to her eyes and soft puffs of air leaving her lips did nothing but make the ache between his legs that much more apparent, his throbbing manhood demanding some much-needed relief already.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs without even thinking, his voice slightly rougher than usual, even without any purposeful effort on his side.

Ashley gasps lightly as his thumb slides over her nipple gently, her body squirming on the sheets with impatience that mirrored his own. A burning shiver of desire runs through him as his eyes take in the sight of her once more. As he kneels over her, her breathing is labored, and her own hands slowly creep up to caress his sides before sliding to his stomach and along the v-line of his lower abdomen Her eyes are fixed on him, watching his every move, suggesting that the two of them share the same need for connection and satisfaction. At that, he can't contain a low groan, and his eyes flutter shut as he resists the want to buck his hips into nothing. A faint, contented smile tugs at her lips as he opens his eyes again, and the sight makes his chest feel warm and fuzzy. After that, she reaches for his wrists next and pulls him down closer to her. She makes this request of hers silently, and he complies without saying anything to her in return.

There was no need for words for him to understand what she wanted of him. He knew what she was thinking. Because he thought the very same thing. Closer. Need you closer. She pulls him until his forearms are resting on either side of her head, his forehead lightly pushing on hers.

"And you're... really hot when you're like this, Leon," she whispers to him, her fingers now tracing up along his bare back, finding purchase along his shoulder blades as she holds him close, a notion that leaves him helplessly shuddering against her, his starved heart clinging onto every drop of affection she's willing to give him.

"...You're not leaving my bed today." His words come out more like a blunt statement than anything else. Though he's amused to hear Ashley giggle at that instead of getting annoyed with him.

She gives him a cheeky wink, before leaning up just slightly to press a kiss to the tip of his nose.

"I'm counting on it."

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leonw4nter · 1 year ago

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Hi! Imagine like pop star/extremely popular music artist gf or s/o and Leon met them by being their body gaurd? I think a drabble of this would be so cute, or even just headcannons!

The Theories Of My World Revolving Around You

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Chapter 1: "Running Up That Hill"

“Agent Kennedy, may I repeat that you are too unstable for another overseas mission–”

“Lab reports said that I am just fine! They cleared me and stated that I’m fit to go to Bosnia–”

“Agent Kennedy!” President Graham exclaimed, both his hands coming in contact with the oak of his desk and creating a loud pounding sound.

“The last mission to Spain nearly killed you! I appreciate the risks and near-death encounters you had just to get Ashley back home but you could’ve died! You made it back barely alive! What about your mental state, huh? I’m sure as hell that dealing with all that crap would do a number on your mind. Physically you claim that you’re doing well, but how are you doing mentally?”

Leon stayed silent, gaze drifting down; President Graham was right: he was physically fit but what about his mind? Is he stable there? He knew he needed a break from all of this but who is going to be in the front lines? What’s going to happen to Sherry and Claire? Who’s going to give up their life just so a hundred others can live? He needed to give himself a break but chaos never rests, it’s just waiting for him to get his guard down.

“Mr. President, I know that you’re looking out for me but USSTRATCOM needs me. A little girl needs me,” Leon softly explains even if he feels his patience wear thin.

“I understand your concerns, Agent Kennedy, but they have many other agents just as capable as you are. You need rest. As for the girl and Ms. Redfield… I can assure you that they will be alright.” was all the older man said. “You will be referred to another protective detail. We are not necessarily laying you off but I need to refer you to lower departments and other less… demanding organizations. You’re dismissed.”

Leon simply sighed and gave the President a small nod, head hung low as he headed for the door of the Oval Office. A part of him felt grateful for the break given to him– that is if you can call it a break. He’s not exactly totally resting, he’s still on duty– just a less demanding one. Another, bigger part of him felt as if he couldn’t just sit around and wait until they’ll call him back for another job. He was just about to worry about Claire’s college tuition, worrying if student loan debt will be an issue soon but he remembered that he gave her her monthly allowance just a while back, which means that she’ll be just fine. As for Sherry, he knows she’s in good hands with Claire as her legal guardian. With the millionth sigh for today, he runs a calloused hand through his hair and decides to head home, too tired to deal with more crap for today.

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Never would Leon have thought that he would be thankful for the loud ringing of his phone, the ringtone loud enough to help him snap out of a nightmare he’s been struggling to wake up from. Half asleep and slightly disoriented, he answers the call and brings the phone up to his ears.

“Is this Mister… Kennedy? Kennedy, Leon?,” an unfamiliar voice responds from the other end of the line.

“Yes,” Leon says, his voice hoarse from sleep. “Who is this?”

“I’m Agent Corey Morgan. Someone under the agency you’re currently in referred you under my team–”

“What team,” Leon interrupts, his mood already sour because of the nightmare and with work being the first thing he is bombarded with in the morning. The man on the other side of the line cleared his throat, obviously taken aback by Leon’s snappy attitude.

“My team under a celebrity protection detail company,” Morgan responds. “We are Citadel Group and we offer protective services to celebrities. I’m sure you are very much familiar with Ms. Ashley Graham.”

“Ashley must’ve put in a word with her father,” Leon thought to himself. “Citadel Group huh,” he mumbles.

“Yes. We request you to send in your resumé within the day for closer deliberation before we can let you start, even if the things we’ve heard about you are beyond exemplary. I’ll send in a follow-up email as soon as the screening process is finished.”

Leon hummed, already exhausted with all of this. The call ended and he tossed his phone to his bed, too tired to do anything but it’s not like he can get back to sleep again when he knows that only nightmares are there to wait for him. With a groan, he gets up and brews himself a cup of coffee to try and salvage the already worsening day.

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He sent in his resumé despite several fields being blacked out, receiving an email hours after stating that he’s been assigned to a singer, codenamed ‘Red String’ and will start duty a week from now. He arrives home from the additional interview, keys fumbling to unlock the door to his apartment. He stumbles in, kicking off his dress shoes and undoing one more button to his white button-up before he shrugs his navy blue blazer off, folding and placing it on the back of a dining chair. He rummages through his cabinets, looking for a heavy-bottomed glass to pour some Jack in. Claire chides him in his drinking but he can’t help but drink right now; he’s probably going to be babysitting some stuck-up diva or be at the receiving end of a tirade of screaming if a small drop of rain lands on their shoulder or something. Flashing lights, Leon remembers; there’s probably going to be paparazzi hounding his client with their obnoxious cameras. Leon catches himself worrying over flash photography, cursing himself; the president was right on the matter regarding his mental health.

“Fuck, Leon. You need help,” he silently mutters to himself as a bitter chuckle leaves his throat. This line of work caused Leon to be more thankful towards the mundane– thankful for the opportunity to even get in 3 hours of sleep in, the fact that the loud noise he heard was just a bus and not an Armadura, or that he simply stepped on a twig on the way home and no BOW is out for him for making such a small, seemingly harmless noise.

He takes another drink before the glass is empty again, refilling it with liquor. He has a week alone with his tortuous mind before he can finally do something, even if it’s less intense than what he’s been conditioned to endure.

NOTE - I srsly had to redo my post again bc my laptop died and whatever I did didn't save 😭 Neways, BIG thanks to the anon who requested this!!! I genuinely loved this idea so much, I had to make it a series :) First chapter is short, next chapters will be a little bit longer than this so just strap in and uh wait ig :3 Also, I don't know how protective detail shit works so this is inaccurate as hell so if you're looking for accuracy then this isn't for you :) That's it and thank you to whoever reads my fics, I <333333 UUUUUU !!!!!!!!!!!

The heart dividers were made by @fairytopea , the images are made by me (sourced from Pinterest).

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(RE4) Leon S. Kenndy- The Spaniard & The American

Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x Reader x Luis Sera

Pov: Reader's

Warnings: Smut, drinking, threesome, dancing at the bar, Gentleman vibes from both Leon and Luis,making out, kissing in public, touchy and feely. AU, (no use of y/n), cum eating, BJ's, 18+, adult content.

Summary: Luis, Leon, and You all make it our of another governemnt assignment. With that Luis suggests drinks to celebrate your success, things most definatly don't get out of hand.

A/n- @ firefly-graphics for dividers

WC- 5k

Resident Evil Master List // Resident Evil 4 Master List

July 2007

“Come on, just let’s go to the bar and drink the sorrows of the past two weeks away.” Luis is trying desperately to convince Leon that taking a few minutes to drive down to the local pub wouldn’t end with someone getting punched or someone throwing up in someone else’s lap on the way back home. “Luis, please, let’s just go home and relax. That mission was shit, and the both of you know that for a fact.” Leon sits in the driver’s seat of the car.

He’s wearing civilian clothes, looking rather handsome from the back seat. Luis sits in the passenger seat. Puppy dog eyeing Leon. Begging to get a few drinks, Luis believes there’s always a need for a celebration. Whether everyone made it out alive or we lost a few team members, Luis is adamant about going out after.

“Luis, you’re pushing my buttons.” I can hear the aggravation in his voice. The strained part of him wants to yell and be furious for how nonchalant Luis is. Luis had come to work as a private agent with Leon after getting Ahsley Graham back home safely to her father. He had been just an asset then, but Luis showed up and off as a genuine member when it came to justice and all, and it sat well with Leon.

The government, at first, wasn’t happy with the idea of having an ex-Umbrella employee on the payroll. Still, they were quickly turned around, or instead, the president was when he heard that not only had Luis’s medical expertise saved his daughter’s life but that he had also saved Leon’s life.

I came in just a few months later. Leon and Luis didn’t need another partner. Regardless, Leon and Luis welcomed me with open arms. “What do you think back there?” Luis asked, pulling me from my distanced thoughts. “Well, I could go for some food, so if you want to stop, we can,” I answered. Leon sighed heavily from the front seat as Luis looked proud of himself for ‘getting’ me on his side. “Leon, if you don’t want to stop you… you aren’t obligated to stop for any of us.” I say, looking at Leon through the rear-view mirror.

He looks at me with those blue eyes. Then looks over at Luis. “Fine, but only a few drinks and food. I’m tired enough as it is.” Leon gives in, and smugly, Luis puts the new direction into the GPS, and Leon turns the car around. The drive isn’t too far off the highway, and the sky is just setting by the time we all pile out of the car.

The music can be heard as Leon opens the door, letting himself in. Ever the gentleman Luis stands there holding the door open for me. It’s a bar, so we pick our table and settle into everyday life. I plunge myself into a round booth in the corner of the bar. Leon slides in on my left and Luis on my right. I’m snug between the two men, but I’m not thinking of that. Instead, I’m looking at the food that passes by. Leaving my mouth wide open, Leon softly touches my chin, closing my mouth. “You’ll get flies in your mouth.” His voice has at least lowered an octave or two. I shake the way his hands feel on my skin away as I look at the menu first. The server comes by in a matter of seconds.

When I look up, the woman smiles back at me. Her hair is in a slick pony, and everything about her screams that she’s confident and a flirt. The buttons on her shirt give nothing to the imagination at all. “What can I get you three started with?” A country drawl swings from her words as her attention leaves me and towards the two men I’m sitting between. Leon asks without even looking at her, and Luis, in his ever so charming self, gives her a sparkling smile and asks for his drink. Last of the line, I ask for a fruity drink that will wash away the dead bodies and the crazy trip we had just returned from.

“You always get a fruity drink, cariño?” I nod as I look at Luis from the corner of my eye. He looks like he’s never realized that, “But you drink beer when we’re with everyone else? Why?” He asks; I want to shrug my shoulders and say I don’t know. Before I can even get the chance to lie to Luis. Leon is answering my question for me. “Because let’s be honest here, Luis if she didn’t drink with the guys like she were a guy, they’d out her.” Leon, always the knight in shining armor, saves me even when I don’t need his help.

Luis’s face contorted, and then I couldn’t read his emotions. The moment is completely taken away from me when the server returns to serving Leon and Luis, her whole chest now on view. “Would you you’ll like anything else? Food, god, do we have the best home fries.” I sigh heavily, and Leon orders something for the table—fries and something else that the server wiggles into the check.

The night goes on nicely after that. The sky dims by the minute, and night falls in through the door when a set of people come in through the door cracks. It isn’t until the second or fourth fruity drink that my bones have relaxed, and everything around me is cloudy but in the best way. Leon and Luis are arguing about the best way to get a girl. “Leon, can I get out? I need to go to the bathroom?” I ask. He hums and moves out of the way. I sway between drunken men and women to get to the bathroom.

My cheeks are hotter than ever before, and when I press my hands into the cold porcelain, it sends a shiver down my spine. My eyes are blown out from the liquor, but I could take another drink to forget the week before. I take only a few seconds to reset myself in the bathroom before heading back out. When I finally managed to get through the waves of people on the floor and at the bar. Leon and Luis are still arguing. “Leon, you don’t know how to get a girl, do you?” Leon scoffs at Luis’s rather hurtful question. “It’s not a matter of if I can. It’s about the fact that you aren’t a gentleman about it, Luis.” Leon counters. Whatever I walk into feels like a heated battle. It’s nice to watch the banter between the two men. “I am a gentleman!” The octave of Luis’s voice hits high as he tries to argue with Leon about who’s more gentlemanly than the other.

“Can I get back into my seat?” I ask, interrupting their conversation, but I am ignored. “Who do you think is more the gentleman?” Luis asks, “Don’t ask her that it’s unfair.” Leon looks over at Luis before looking at me. I shrug my shoulders, “I don’t wanna be a part of this, Luis.” I try but am quickly told that if I want my seat, I’ve got to answer the question. I sigh heavily before looking between the two men. “Okay, fine, Leon is sweet, and that’s attractive all on its own, but you, Luis, are attractive differently. cockiness put aside, you’re brave, and so is Leon…” My words are not enough to convince either one of them.

I groan. “Fine, you are both great men; hell, you’re both my type. But you must let go of the cockiness, and Leon, you’ve got to let some sort of girl in that’s not Ada. She doesn’t need you to save her because she can save her ass.” I say, hoping that my ticket will be back in the booth.

Instead, the both of them are staring at me. Mouth left open, and eye blown out. “Hello?” Luis licks his lips and gets up from his seat. He is letting me in, finally. Even with the littering amount of conversation all around us, the silence that takes over the booth is growing too uncomfortable to stand. There’s this silent conversation happening between Luis and Leon that I just can’t read. The two of them eyeing each other and then looking at me. “Would you like to go dance?” Leon asks. The smile is naughty, sending a shiver down my spine that I’ve never felt before.

If you were to work with these two men, you’d be just as suck in your feelings as I. The type of feelings that wrap around your heart and mind and make everything clouded. “And I’ll get you another drink,” Luis says. I nod, and Luis gets up from the booth. Leon quickly takes my hand, pulling me from the sticky booth and dragging me towards the dancing floor.

At first, it’s a slow swaying motion with Leon dancing to the side of me, and the music changes, the tempo changes, and so does everything else. Leon’s large hand is cupping my hips, pulling me into his front. Everything feels so fucking dizzy but in the best of ways. “Did you mean what you said at the table?” Leon whispers into my ear. “About the two of us being your type?” He clarifies. I take a huge breath before nodding, waiting for the rejection of the fall of the crescendo. “Good because we, Luis and I, enjoy having you around,” Leon whispers. Before I know it, Luis is pressed into my chest.

I am sandwiched between the two prominent men. The two men that just a few hours ago had blood smeared across those perfect bones and skin. The same men that would bicker like an old married couple. “You should have told us sooner that you like us,” Luis says. He presses the cold, fruity drink into my hand. I swallow hard as my senses are on the fritz. “I didn’t…I was worried…” “Shh, don’t worry about it now, love.” Leon shushes, and I fall against his chest. “We’ve liked you for some time now. Haven’t we, Luis?” Even though we’re in a bar, with the music and people bumping around us, I can’t help but feel that we are utterly alone in this moment. Luis nods, agreeing with Leon. “For so fucking long, cariño.”

I can’t tell if the heat of their bodies pressed against me or the liquor in my system makes me fall apart off the edges of my core. “Will you show me?” I ask. Luis’s brow perks up, and then he looks over my shoulder at Leon. “Of course, baby. Let’s settle our bill, and then we can show you how much we want to play with you.” Leon’s words make my legs shake and my thighs clench. “Luis, go settle the tab, and you can drive us home while we get settled in the back seat,” Leon says to Luis. I can’t help but feel that there’s a unique dynamic there. Luis leaves the two of us quickly and takes my drink with him.

Leon’s hands leave my hips, and one takes my hand while the other settles on my side, walking me out of the bar. All of us are just a little drunk and a little sober. “Can we wait for Luis?” I ask Leon, and there is a hesitance in my voice, like I’m not ready to walk out of the doors just yet. Leon can sense it before the tone even manages to hit his ears. He hums, and the two of you stand there swaying together.

I rest your head on Leon’s chest and let his hands fall lower on your hips. The music should be loud and head-banging, but the things that happen in front of you cause the music to be silenced, and the fighting voices start to soar through the bar. “Where’s Luis?” I ask Leon, eyes still closed. I can feel the rumble of his words against my back, but I don’t need his answer when I hear his distinct accent, Luis—defending something or someone. “Leon,” I warn him, he’s already on the target. “I’ll be right back,” Leon whispers before kissing my forehead and letting me go.

In a matter of a few seconds, I lost Leon in the crowd of people surrounding Luis and the other customer. “I told you, you fucker, to stop talkin’ about her like that.” His voice carries around the entire bar, gathering unwanted attention from all. “Like you’d even know how to fuck her.” The other man is drunk and clearly off his rails. “You keep her out of your dirty mouth,” Luis yells back to the other man, pushing him away when he gets too close.

“Luis, come on, let’s go. You’re starting a scene.” Leon calls over to Luis. Yet when Luis looks over at Leon, there’s a look that he very rarely sees. Anger is written all over his face—blood, red, hot, pumping anger. Leon gives Luis a look he’s given a time before. “Luis, it’s time to go. She’s waiting for us.” Leon mumbles to Luis. The anger has Luis shaking at his hands. Leon reaches his hand out for Luis to grab. Luis takes a moment to think before looking at the drunken man and then back to Leon. Luis gives up eventually, holding onto the outreached hand, and has the two of them walk over to me. Luis’s fits of anger fade out quickly. Being replaced with a warm, inviting smile.

The walk out to the car is silent in a good way; Leon’s hand tangled with mine, and his other wrapped around Luis’s neck to pull him close to his side. “What happened, Luis?” I ask, “Nothin’ for you to worry about amor.” Luis says, shutting down my questioning. I hum and get into the opened door of the back seat. The slam of the door makes me realize that, for a brief moment, I’m alone in the car.

–

“What was that all about Luis?” Leon asks the older man. Luis still has a hard time being open with anyone other than himself. “Are you trying to be Don Quixote?” Leon asks him—two questions Luis has to answer. “I’m not trying to be the knight and shin’ armor, Leon. Just don’t like dicks like that is all.” Luis says, trying to get out of answering Leon’s other question. “Luis, look at me,” Leon says, returning his attention to his face. A rough hand forced Luis’s head with his chin. A thumb pressing into Luis’s lower lip. “Did the guy say something about her?” Leon asks Luis. They two stare intensely at each other. Blue and brown staring at each other.

While waiting in the car, I can see the two of them through the front window. Everything about their interaction is softer than I’m used to seeing in the field. A few moments later, the back door reveals a dirty blonde smiling sweetly at me. “Are you sure you are okay with this?” Leon asks before even getting into the back seat with me. Another car door opening causes me to get out of my thoughts for only a moment. It’s Luis on the other side of me. Both men stare at me as if I’m the only treasure in the world.

Awaiting my approval.

“Yes, I’m sure. I’m fucking sure now can we go!” I say, biting down on my bottom lip. “So impatient. As always.” Leon mutters before sliding into the back seat with me and shutting the door behind him. Luis is quick to get into the driver’s seat. “Don’t start being a brat now, cariño.” I hear Luis say as the engine starts to life.

The touches start slow and soft. Gentle but rough fingers glide down my arms, sending shivers and goosebumps. “You are so beautiful; you know that sweetheart.” Leon’s stats are a matter of fact. I swallow hard. I’m already so out of touch and so desperately touched-deprived from working in the line I work in with Leon and Luis that the simple words make my thighs clench, and my chest burn with burning tears.

The rest of the car ride is a blur between sweet nothings whispered into my ear and Leon’s hands touching any part of me exposed to him. I catch Luis’s eyes at least during the drive, and the heat bubbles in my belly along with my cheeks. He winks and returns his attention to the road. Leon is like a broken record next to me, telling me how beautiful I am, what they’re doing to me, how much they care about me. It had my head dizzy in a fuzzy way. In a good way. “You’ll be good for us, right, love?” Leon asks as the car comes to another slow for a stop light. I whine and shake my head, not yet trusting my voice. “Words, love, words,” Leon says, calming as his hand racks over the tops of my thigh.

I squeeze my thighs together, hating and loving that Leon’s light and slight touch has over me. I see the quick smirk that falls over Leon’s handsome face before uttering a soft and quiet ‘yes.’ Leon graciously accepts and smiles at me before leaning down and kissing the tip of my nose.

Moving from the car to the front door of Leon and Luis’s apartment is a tangle of limbs and hands on my body. Luis fumbles with the key to get in through the apartment door. The second the door is unlocked and open for the three of us to enter, Leon’s lips are mine. A little chap and bitten at but all the welcoming. He’s warm and so close to me, but still, I want to be closer to him. I graze my tongue against his bottom lip, and he grants me entrance. Our tongues don’t fight; instead, they explore each other’s mouths. Leon groaned into the deep kiss.

Leon’s hands hold me close to his large and fit frame. A broad chest with an easy beating heart pressed into my own chasing heart. “Sharing is caring, you know.” I hear a frustrated Luis mutter from off in the distance of the apartment. Leon groans, his lips leaving mine. For a moment, I get accustomed to the new surroundings. The apartment isn’t tiny by any means, but that’s what happens when you save the former president’s daughter. Leon hasn’t left my side. “Well, come over here then, Lui.” The nickname makes me giggle. The unprofessionality of it all makes me smile even wider.

Luis takes a giant step over to the two of us. Standing in the living room, it almost feels awkward for a second, and then Luis’s hands are cupping my cheek. He winked at me before he dips down to grab at my lips. He’s rougher than Leon like there’s an aching burning in him that’s forcing him to take all that he wants. I moan as he bites down my bottom lip, dragging as he releases from the kiss. His eyes are blown out, and so are Leons as they both stare at me. “Take a seat for us, cariño.” Luis points down to the couch at the back of my knees.

I plop down with no grace, but neither seem to care as they both get a chuckle out of it. Leon takes a seat on my left, and Luis is on my right. I fidget with my hands for a moment as the silence fills the apartment. My mind drifts off, thoughts of Luis and Leon. How they interact, being in their apartment is the way Leon speaks to Luis in such a calm but dominant manner. I’m pulled out of my thought by Leon, “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” He asks. I look at him and then towards Luis. Then back once more. “Just… it’s nothing, just was thinking, is all.” I manage to mutter out. Leon has a great read on people, so nothing I say will work unless it’s true. “Come on, you can tell us.” He says softly, placing a hot hand on my left knee, “Yeah, we won’t judge, mi amor.” Luis says as he puts his hand on my right knee.

It grounds me for an unknown reason, and I give in. “I was just wondering… you and Leon. The two of you have, you guys live together, but I sense there’s something else there. Like are you…” The words die in my throat as I look over from Luis to Leon, who is having a whole conversation with their eyes. No words pass between us for a long moment. “Yes, sweetheart, Luis and I are together. We have been for a while now.” Leon says proudly. “But that isn’t what this is about.” Luis adds, looking back at Leon, “It’s about you and us showing you how much we wanna get to know your body in all the right ways.” Leon adds.

–

“Okay,” I say timidly as I watch Leon looking over at Luis before grabbing the back of his neck with a large, strong hand and pulling him in for a deep kiss. I stare, my gaze unwilling to move from the mashing of teeth and the sweet, wet noises from their kiss. Luis looks like he’s in heaven, and when they pull apart, Leon couldn’t be more proud. The following words come from me: rapid fire and shock me. “You are so fucking hot!” Luis chuckles, and licks his lips. “You know it, honey.” He mutters mostly to himself.

The longer I look at them standing together, the hotter I get. The clothes wrapped tightly around my skin burn on my skin as I ache to pull them off and be bare infront of these handsome men. “Will one of you touch me so I can stop aching so much!” I whine. Luis drops to his knees almost immediately. “I’ll go first, baby, makin’ you cum real good.” Luis’s accent is somehow thicker now that he’s lower. Leon disappears from my whole world as Luis’s hands run. From my outer to inner thigh, Luis ran his large hands up and down in the most mind-blowing, teasing manner. His hands come up to my hips and grab at the meat of my hips, pulling me slightly forward. “Let’s just get these fucking jeans off you.” I nod along with him. His fingers are nimble as they undo each jean button and then tediously pull the zipper down.

I pick up my hips and let him drag the rough and hot-inducing fabric down my legs until they’re flung over his shoulder and land in a pile on the floor. There you are, sitting half-naked in front of Luis. Your work partner, the guy that has both equally saved your ass as many as you have saved his. “Aww, look at these panties. Naughty little thing.” He whispers as his hands come back to touch me. His hands are rough, just like Leon’s, but so fucking grounding that I don’t even notice that he’s right back to my covered pussy until he flicks the little black bow on my lace panties. He slides them down with grace as my ass comes into contact with the cold leather of the couch underneath me.

“Spread your legs, baby,” Luis demands as he nudges my knees apart. I feel no embarrassment when Luis practically coos at the source of my aching. I think the couch dip, and when I look over, it’s Leon, boxers, and that’s it. His hair is pulled back and wet from a recent shower. “Hello, pretty girl.” I smile, and like whiplash, I’m back to Luis between my legs. Cold fingertips playing with my sensitive clit. Nudging it before blowing cold air onto my wet pussy. I moan on the spot and buck forward ever so slightly. “Look at our girl so sensitive,” Luis mutters, looking up at Leon. “I wonder if anything else is just as touchy?” Leon asks as if I’m not even there. I can feel that tingle that makes my nipples happen under my layers of clothes. I desperately want to pull off my shirt and lay there for them. “I think I’ll have to find out,” Leon says, looking back at me. “You okay with me taking off your shirt, birdie?” He asks. I inch up just enough to give him enough room to grab at the free edge of my shirt and rip it over my head.

That piece of clothing tripped over his head and landed on the ground in a heap. My panties match my bra that covers my tits. Both of them groan at the sight. The blush creeps on my cheeks. Luis continues to tease at my clit, before passing two fingers over my slick aching hole. Collecting slick on his fingers. “Fuck she’s so wet, Leon!” he exclaims as he presses his fingers and shows them to Leon. “Such a dirty girl, fuck, we haven’t done shit to you yet,” Leon mutters as he rubs at the aching bludge in his boxers. I don’t care about anything anymore except getting his hands on me, getting both of their hands on me. Luis goes back to playing with my sensitive pussy, all while making it harder for me to unlatch my bra from behind.

“Leon, if you don’t pull down your boxers right now and let me suck that cock of yours, I think I might just die,” I yell as I throw the bra off into the distance. He chuckles, “Anything for you, birdie.” He pulls his boxers down with ease, his cock hitting his lower belly. Red, angry, and aching to be in my mouth. The gasps that leave my mouth catch his attention, “What? Scared it won’t fit?” I looked up at him with an open mouth, “Don’t worry, Luis thought the same thing.” I reach out and grab my hand around it. Leon is girthy, my thumb and pointer finger parley touching.

I use his pre-cum as lube at first, getting a feel for his cock in my hand. Heavy on my hand. The second I get his cock on my tongue, Luis’s mouth is on my pussy. Tonguing my wet hole. His bread scratching at my inner thighs caused me to moan around Leon’s cock. He groans at the feeling and leans to place a hand on the back of the couch’s edge. I’m not able to take all of his, so I bring another hand to the base of his cock, using it to jerk the rest of his cock as I suck on his cock like a lollipop.

Luis attacks my pussy, sucking as his life depends on it. Nimlbing at my clit with the edge of his teeth. I clench around nothing and moan around Leon again. Causing him to jerk forward even further into my mouth. The stretch that his cock causes burns but isn’t unwelcomed. One finger presses into my hole, making me stop breathing for a second, and then Luis is pumping it in and out with ease. Lewd noises fill the room; Leon moans, the slick sound of my hole getting fucked, my gagging on Leon’s cock. It nearly burns my ears right off.

But then the pace is set, and Leon is fucking my drooling mouth. The grip on his couch moves to the back of my head to keep me in palace.

But my eyes never leave his, blue iris staring deep into my soul, coarse hairs tickly at my nose. The bumps and ridges of his cock are welcomed against my tongue, and just when I think, everything is feeling normal. Luis sticks another more extended finger in. He is stretching me out. I moan around Leon’s cock, bucking forward on Luis’s fingers. “Oh fuck Birdie, gonna make me’…” Leon’s thrust goes erratic, and his hands only grip my hair even harder—blunt fingernails leaving half-moon crescent shapes on my scalp.

“OH- Fuck!” Leon screams out, his cum filling my throat and mouth as he rides his high out before releasing my head from his death grip. Luis is still eating my pussy like a starving man. Sucking at my clit, and giving me kitten licks. With one curl of his fingers and one hard suck on my clit I clench around his fingers and have no time to warn him that I’m going to cum. My eyes roll back, and my chest feels on fire. When I do come back, my thighs are wet, everything is fucking wet. The leather couch soaked under my ass.

“Oh fuck, you squirted all over me, carnio. Did you know you could do that?” Luis asks as he looks up at me from between my thighs. Face soaked, beard wet. Still in a daze, I barely get a shake out. “Well, there’s always a first.” Luis chuckles, leaning back on his knees. I try to move, “What about you?” My voice is a little hoarse. “Oh, don’t worry, beauty, I came in my pants just from listenin’ to the two of you. I lean forward. The wet patch on Luis’s pants is visible; a prideful bubble grows in my chest. “Of course he did. He such a subby little boy.” Leon mutters, coming back with three glasses of much-needed water, which we all down in a matter of seconds.

“But we aren’t done with you, Birdie, are we baby boy?” Leon asks, looking down at Luis as he sits next to me. Luis shakes his head. “Well, what are we waitin’ for? Get your asses up and get to showin’ your girl just how good you are at fucking me.” Brows rise, and a chase begins.

Completed on: 10/30/23

Posted on: 11/08/23

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whateverloomis · 11 months ago

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Agent Ashley Graham x Leon S. Kennedy x GN reader

A/N: Surprise! I'm adding (occasional) RE4 content here too. It's my comfort game and it has been for more than a decade (I feel old lol.)

I got this idea thanks to the edit I included above. I saw it on Facebook but it didn't have credit. The tag says Nelson but that's about it, so credit to them. That being said, I do not own the video above, all credit goes to the original editor (tag: Nelson)

Enjoy babes! <33

Warnings: Teasing, making out, jealousy, knife fighting, aggressive behavior, unedited

Reader: GN, use of they/them (highlighted in bold) || 3rd person POV

After dealing with Saddler, Ashley, Leon and YN successfully left the island and made their way to the US, where the president was waiting worried sick for his daughter, Ashley Graham.

Once they all arrived at the white house and settled in, Ashley mentioned she wanted to join Leon and YN as an agent.

YN had been training with Leon for quite some time and sometimes partnered with him for missions.

After many debates and inevitable arguments, the president allowed Ashley to join YN and train to become another great agent for the white house.

Months of intense work and skills were acquired. Ashley and YN became primary partners and partial partners with Leon.

One day YN had the training room with Leon alone since Ashley couldn't attend the training.

"You can do better than that, c'mon!" Leon shouted. His voice echoed around the gym room.

YN was frustrated with a knife battle routine they had been practicing for weeks.

"Fuck! Give me a break will you?!" YN shouted back and Leon took the opportunity to grab them from behind and place the knife against their neck.

"You know damn well we can't take a break until you get this right." He whispered in YNs ear which sent shivers up their spine.

They exhaled and tried to calm their breathing before placing their right foot behind Leon's right ankle, pushing their leg forward and knocking him down.

They grabbed his knife quickly and straddled the man, pointing at his chest with his own knife.

"What's your next move?" YN said with an attitude and a slight teasy tone.

"You're such a bitch sometimes." He said, a slight smirk adorning his face.

"And you love it." YN answered and leaned in slowly, biting his lower lip teasingly.

Leon exhaled softly before pulling YN in for a lingering kiss.

They started to play with each other's tongues and moaned softly at the sensation. All the exercise they had done during the day had both of them in need to release tension, hence the needyness radiating from them.

YN started to grind against Leon's clothed hard on as he was holding their hips firmly.

"Fuck..." He cursed, but before things could get even more heated, Ashley walked in the gym.

Leon and YN quickly separated from each other, but Ashley had already witnessed the scene.

The girl scoffed and glared at both of them before walking away.

YN and Leon looked at each other, guilt written all over their faces.

The next day Ashley arrived earlier than the others to get a head start and blow off some steam.

She was jealous. Throughout Leon's rescue mission she had developed feelings for him but YN stole him from her. At least that's what the girl felt.

Ashley made sure to wear a revealing outfit for training to get as much attention from Leon as possible.

She wore a tight fitting white shirt without a bra on, making sure her tits were on display. That, along with black leggings, leather gloves and black combat boots. Simple but effective.

Leon and YN walked into the gym and Ashley put on a fake smile. He scanned the girl from head to toe and gave her a slight smile before setting everything up and preparing for more intense training.

Ashley and YN were having a knife practice fight. The girl was intense, swinging her knife expertly and dodging every single hit YN tried to land.

At one point, Ashley back flipped before kneeling down and kicking YNs ankle, knocking them down and running towards them quickly.

She straddled them the same way they did with Leon and placed the knife against their neck. Dangerously close to their skin.

"So, you and Leon huh?" She whispered, anger laced her words.

"I don't know what you're talking ab-" - "Yes you do. You can't pretend I didn't see you guys yesterday." She continued and YN widened their eyes, realization evident; "You're jealous." - "I wouldn't make assumptions if I were you." Ashley said and pressed the knife against YNs skin.

YN breathed heavily, fear written over their face. This little triangle that was forming could get complicated really quickly... YN wasn't ready for the challenge, but Ashley Graham sure was.

#resident evil 4 #resident evil #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x y/n #ashley graham #ashley graham x reader #resident evil 4 remake

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pink-strawberry-kissess · 2 years ago

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Ashley inviting Leon to her wedding and guess who he brings with him? ADA. Ashley would be like "You!"

ashley wedding!!!!!!! :3

i think realistically ada wouldn't be able to come lolol but maybe in a wig! lol

also thinking about sherry wedding!!! SHAKE WEDDING. if leon would walk her SOBBING

(also not really in the re2r version since i don't really subscribe to a strong bond between leon and sherry in re2r. but in og re2 and re6 yes.)

#ask heart #heart answers #anon #ada wong #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #aeon #leon x ada #ashley graham #sherry birkin

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ao3-rex1223 · 1 year ago

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Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Ada Wong x Bi!fem!Reader.

Warnings: threesome, bisexual reader, polyamory, oral sex (m and f receiving), p in v sex, fingering, voyeurism, creampies, slight dubious consent but reader is 100% into it.

Summary: You are a maid hired by Leon and his wife, Ada. When you arrive to their mansion, it turns out they have a much more personal job in mind.

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!

“Looks like this is the place,” you mumble to yourself, double checking the address on the piece of paper in your hand. You stand in front of a tall cement fence, closed by an iron gate. It surrounds a large, opulent mansion. The taxi that dropped you off slowly pulls away from the curb. You approach the gate and key in the code. You hear the motor kick into gear and begin pushing the gate open. As it slowly slides across the walkway, you grab your suitcase and start pulling it behind you, its wheels clacking on the hard, concrete walkway. You take a deep breath and sigh. The Kennedy's mansion is definitely something to behold. When you finally reach the front door and knock, a butler answers. He's a middle aged man, perhaps in his fifties. He smiles warmly at you and leads you inside.

“You must be the new hire,” he says calmly. His voice is gruff but welcoming. His years of service as a butler are evident.

“Yeah.” You nod politely and give him your name. “I'm from Geri’s Maid Services.”

“My name is Graham. Master and Mistress Kennedy are looking for more of a…personal attendant rather than a maid…but I promise it pays very well.” He gives you an exuberant smile.

“I'm sure I can handle it,” you reply confidently, although you've heard the stories. Five other maids from Geri’s attempted this job and quit after a week, even with the exorbitant amount of money they could have made. On top of that, you know there were other companies before that who sent maids who also didn't last. The contract is for six months. Surely you can handle living here and waiting on them for six months, right?

Finally, the happy couple enters the room hand in hand. Leon and Ada Kennedy. Both are agents for the government or the military, if you remember correctly. You've never seen a more perfectly beautiful pair of humans. Leon is completely dashing; strong and built like a tank. His face is chiseled to perfection. You could easily see yourself kissing every inch of his gorgeous, square jaw. His jeans are rather loose fitting, but you can still see the outline of a fantastic, long, girthy cock. What you wouldn't give to choke on it…or bounce on it…fuck anything would do. And his wife, Ada, good God, she's an angel! Your mouth waters looking at her delicate face. Her lips are soft and a cute, warm, pink color; totally kissable. Her petite body is fucking perfection. Her small breasts could fit in your mouth and fuck if you don't wish you could make that image a reality.

“You must be the new help,” Ada comments with a mischievous smile, her beautiful eyes twinkle as they watch you. Her voice is lyrical. You could listen to her read the phone book and be entertained. Her gaze trails down your body appreciatively, lingering on your voluptuous breasts.

“Yeah,” you confirm and give your name again.

Leon’s eyes travel your form as well, smiling slightly. “Mmm, I hope you decide to stay…we've had such trouble finding good, loyal employees,” Leon adds. He turns to his wife, looking at her lovingly. “Haven't we?”

“Mhmm,” Ada attests and kisses Leon affectionately. “We have some…unique needs…but as long as you do what we ask, you'll make a fortune for yourself. Who knows? If you do well, we'll even extend your contract.” She winks.

What could be better, you think to yourself. “That sounds great to me!”

“Graham, show her to her room, please, then give her a tour of the house. Ada and I will be outside on the patio,” Leon instructs. He keeps his hand on the small of her back, guiding her toward the French doors that lead to a large patio.

You follow Graham to your bedroom. It's a nice size, plenty of room with a nice bed and a large walk-in closet, not that you have that many clothes. You hang up what you brought and then follow Graham on a tour of the spacious mansion, patting yourself on the back for wearing comfortable shoes.

After you've seen the whole property, Graham brings you to the patio where Leon and Ada are in the pool. Your eyes widen as you take in the sight. Ada’s legs are wrapped around her husband’s waist. Her cute little tits are on full display as Leon had moved her bikini top up to expose them. He gently suckles on one of them while thrusting upwards. You can't exactly see what's happening below the water, but you know he's inside her. Ada bounces with each thrust, her free breast jiggling tantalizingly. You see Leon's ripped arms holding her steady against his rock hard chest as he fucks her. Ada moans loudly, her erotic noises getting louder and louder as she approaches climax. You freeze, both aroused and embarrassed by the scene unfolding before you. Ada lets out a pleasured cry as she cums, her face contorting in ecstacy. Leon pumps a few more times and growls loudly as he spills inside her. They kiss passionately then help each other back into their swimsuits and climb out of the pool. Both turn to you with welcoming smiles.

Leon speaks your name with his husky, post-coital voice. “Have you settled in?” He asks casually as though you didn't just watch him fuck his wife in the pool.

Your jaw fumbles a bit as you try to compose yourself. “Um…yeah…I did…”

The couple walks toward you, Leon's arm affectionately draped around Ada's waist.

Nervousness grips you, your cheeks burning with embarrassment. You feel compelled to apologize. “Listen, Mr. Kennedy…I'm really sorry…for…”

“Hey, it's okay. There's nothing to apologize for,” Leon reassures you. He gently places his hand on your shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. His touch sends a jolt straight to your core. You whimper. He smiles and lets out a soft chuckle. “It's good you're here,” he begins. “Ada would like a bath since we're done swimming. I need you to attend to her.”

You gulp, your pussy tingling at the idea of seeing her naked. “Of course, sir,” you manage to choke out.

Ada smiles at you hungrily. She curls her index finger at you, beckoning for you to follow her. She leads you through the house to the master bedroom with an ensuite master bath.

“Draw the bath,” she commands and slowly removes her bikini. You drop to your knees in front of the faucet and force your eyes to keep attention on the bathtub, but all your mind can see is her pert breasts bouncing up and down earlier when Leon fucked her. You manage to draw the bubble bath and fill it with essential oils. She steps into the tub and you get a view that makes your mouth run dry. Her pussy is perfectly shaved; a delicious looking morsel that practically begs you to kiss it. You're not sure which lips are fuller; the ones between her legs or the ones on her face. Just as quickly as her perfect cunt comes into view, disappears beneath the soapy water. You don't see it, but she smirks intently at you as she watches you appreciate her lithe body.

“There's a washcloth in the cupboard,” Ada instructs. She says no more, but you assume she wants you to wash her. Your heart races with anticipation and the gusset of your panties gets even wetter. You frantically search for the washcloth and when it's finally in your hands, you grin with pride. You return to her side and dip the cloth in the bathtub and begin washing her neck and back. She lets out a soft sigh that’s dangerously close to being a moan. You suppress a shiver of delight and move to washing her arms. The tops of her breasts are visible above the bubbles and shift slightly in the water as her breathing steadily increases. With shaking hands you gently drag the washcloth across her chest. She lets out the softest moan. You nearly faint, so close to touching her breasts with your bare hand but the washcloth blocks you. Fuck.

You continue washing her body, meanwhile your mouth is getting drier and drier by the minute. You avoid her pussy and continue on to her legs. She lifts them out of the water to ease your access. You wash them thoroughly and when you're sure you've gotten everywhere, you begin to pull away. She catches your wrist and stops you. “You missed a spot,” she purrs with a seductive grin.

“Mistress?” You ask, trying to sound respectful but not wanting to presume she wants your touch in such an intimate place.

“Since you're new…” she begins. She takes the washcloth from your hand and sets it on the side of the tub. “The cloth is too abrasive for this…particular area.” She guides your hand in the water to her soft pussy.

You try to suppress a groan but fail miserably. She chuckles at your reaction. “Well, go on. You know what to do,” she instructs with a smirk. She lets out a content sigh, desperately hoping you’ll do what she wants. You gently begin rubbing her inner thigh where it meets her outer lips. Her breathing deepens and she closes her eyes, a soft hum of pleasure spilling from her throat. You continue rubbing her most intimate area with your hand under the guise of washing her. Your heart is pounding in your chest. Fuck, is this really happening, you think to yourself.

Growing more bold, you dip your fingers between her outer lips, feeling her slick cream mixing with the warm water. “Mmm that's it, honey. Just like that,” Ada coos. Her body flushes with the pleasure you bring her. She spreads her legs, relaxing her body under your touch. You circle her folds, avoiding her clit for now, instead teasing around the hood. Her hips buck slightly, splashing a bit of water on you, as if you even mind.

You tease her pillowy soft cunt for a while then slide a finger inside her slick, warm heat. The moan she lets out makes you absolutely feral. You slip another finger inside, curling them both while your thumb begins circling her clit teasingly slowly. Her back arches. “Fuck,” she moans, drawing out the word. You find her g-spot, rubbing it tenderly and she nearly bucks herself out of the tub. A loud, choked moan escapes her lips. Suddenly, you feel her walls squeeze your fingers like a vice, practically sucking you in. She moans and whimpers as she rides out her orgasm. When she collapses, panting, back against the wall of the tub, you withdraw your fingers, smiling with lust in your eyes. Ada smiles at you and gently cups your face with her hand. “You'll fit in perfectly here, sweetness,” she purrs.

You tentatively lean in toward her, your clothed breasts pressing against the edge of the tub. She closes the remaining distance by leaning her neck forward and joining your lips together. Fuck she tastes amazing. You shyly peck her lips at first, but then you feel her tongue slide across the seam of your mouth. You slide your jaw open, granting her access. She slips her tongue inside, tasting and exploring you. You moan happily, your hand automatically reaching out to cup her breasts. They're small, but soft and perky. You tweak and pinch her nipple, already hard between your fingertips. A delectable yelp vibrates into your mouth. “Naughty little girl,” she purrs. “Come, let's see what other trouble we can get into.” She stands from the tub and watches you until you get the message that she wants you to dry her. You quickly grab the soft, fluffy towel from the warming rack and gently pad her dry. She drops the towel and leads you, naked, back into the master bedroom.

Leon glances up from his phone as he lies casually on the bed. He’s wearing gray sweatpants and nothing else. You can see every thick, hard muscle on his upper body. Your pussy begins to drip all over again. “Sounds like you two had a nice bath,” Leon comments with a smirk. Your face flushes with a fire like heat as you realize you just finger fucked his wife and he heard everything.

“We've got a keeper, love,” Ada comments and gently places her hand on the small of your back. She guides you toward the bed. You can see Leon's dick growing hard inside his sweats, tenting the fabric. “She's good with her hands. I'd be willing to bet her mouth is just as good,” she adds. Leon's dick twitches visibly at her words.

“Really?” Leon asks with a wicked grin, his eyebrows up. He reaches down, cupping his half chubbed cock over his pants. He looks directly at you and smirks. “Well then, how about you settle that wager for us, yeah?”

You nearly choke with excitement and nod your head eagerly. You practically float to him. He adjusts his legs, spreading them out for you. He pulls his sweats down just enough to free his thick cock. “Holy shit,” you exclaim quietly, and hungrily eye the beautiful appendage.

Leon snorts with your reaction and grabs the base of his cock, gently flopping it around and enjoying watching your eyes follow every little movement, enraptured. You swallow hard and crawl on the bed. “Wait a minute,” Leon begins. He gives his cock a slow stroke. “Take off your clothes, baby girl. Let me see that hot body of yours. Can’t wait to see those fat tits of yours.”

You whip off your shirt and bra as fast as you can, your plump, supple breasts now on display for him and Ada. You follow up with your pants and panties. He hums with approval. You drop back to your hands and knees, settling between his thighs. You lick your lips then stick out your tongue and slide it up in a stripe from the base to his tip. You plant a kiss right where he's leaking precum. He lets out a guttural moan, dropping his head back on to the pillow. His hand remains at the base of his massive length and he gently taps your lips with it. You match his rhythm and lick each time he brings it back to you. Eventually, you growl and take your prize, engulfing his gorgeous dick in your mouth. He bucks his hips, hitting the back of your throat, but you just moan, sending pleasurable vibrations through his cock as more precum leaks, coating your mouth. You bob your head up and down, twisting and swirling your tongue around the massive shaft. The hand around his cock moves to your hair, gripping tightly and guiding your movements as he bucks his hips up to your face.

His moans come out like a symphony to your ears. You take in a deep breath and go down farther, taking him so deep you think he might hit your stomach. Your gag reflex kicks in, but you fight it with everything you have.

“Such a good girl,” Leon purrs. “You like choking on cock don't you?”

“Mhmm,” you answer with a hum as you continue sucking him. Your spit drips down his dick as his precum stimulates your saliva.

Ada crawls up next to Leon and kisses him deeply. He moans into the kiss and reaches up, grabbing her breasts with his massive hand. You feel his cock twitch in your mouth. Moans and whimpers from everyone fill the dimly lit room, along with the arousing scent of sex.

It doesn't take much longer to push Leon over the edge. He explodes in your mouth, filling you with cum, which you swallow greedily. You keep your lips wrapped around him until the last globs of his essence spill onto your tongue. Ada grabs your arm and pulls you up to lay on her. She kisses you aggressively, licking her husband's cum from your mouth. You happily share with her.

“Fuck,” Leon moans as he watches the two of you make out.

You share a few sweet kisses with Ada, then she gently pushes your shoulders down, guiding you to her spread legs. You tremble with anticipation and settle in front of her delicious, wet cunt. You kiss her thighs, teasing your way up, licking and sucking her sensitive skin. She squirms and grunts, desperate for your mouth to ravish her. Leon leans over and takes her breast into his mouth, suckling gently while massaging the other with his hand. She moans happily and as you finally take a lick up her slit, you taste her delicious cream. Fuck, she's got the sweetest pussy you've ever tasted. You close your lips around her soft folds and drink up that addicting essence. She cries out, bucking her hips so wildly she almost knocks you off the bed. “Fuck yes! Eat my pussy, baby!” She cries out. You wrap your arms around her legs to hold her in place. She tangles one hand in your hair and the other in Leon’s. You continue eating Ada’s incredible cunt happily, your own pussy dripping with slick, begging to be touched. Yet, you ignore it for now since you're feasting on a goddess.

You slip your middle and ring finger inside her, remembering where her g-spot is. You curl them, massaging that sensitive spot inside her walls. “Oh fuck yes!” She screams. You feel her legs and abs contract as she nears her orgasm. You double your efforts, sucking her clit hard and flicking your tongue across the sensitive nub. You work your fingers harder inside her, trying to push her over the edge. You moan into her, adding the vibrations of your voice. With that, her climax crashes over her like a tidal wave, her body writhing beneath you. Her legs fight against your arms, but you hold them in place.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Leon is rock hard again. He gives his cock a few strokes while staring luridly at you. He grabs your arm, pulling you on top of him, much like Ada did. He kisses you passionately, tasting his wife on your lips. “She's got a fucking delicious pussy doesn't she?” Leon asks with a devilish grin before shoving his tongue in your mouth.

“Yeah…I could eat her all night,” you agree between hot kisses. Leon smirks and moves his hands down to your hips, guiding you onto his cock. Your eyes roll back as his massive length fills you, stretching you with a delicious pain.

“Is that a promise?” Ada remarks playfully. She watches with lust in her eyes as you take her husband's cock inside you.

You're too ecstatic to answer her. Instead, you throw your head back as you sink down onto Leon's dick, burying him balls deep in your cunt. His tip presses on your cervix and you let out a groan of desire. “Oh fuck…” you moan. He starts to lift your hips so he can shove his cock inside you again.

“That's it, ride my cock, baby. You've been wanting this dick since you walked in, haven't you? Wanting to take this cock and eat my wife's sweet cunt, huh?” He bullies his cock inside you again. “Fuck…you’re so tight.”

“Yeah! Fuck…fuck yeah!” You admit as you wordlessly set a pace together, pulling yourself upward just to slam down onto his hips and meet his hard thrusts.

“Good, cause we wanted to fuck you too. God, your perfect, fat tits and tight little ass… Couldn't resist you if we wanted to. Fuck, wanna stay buried in your sweet little pussy all night.”

Ada lays down on the bed beside you two and lazily strokes her clit with one hand and pinches her nipple with the other. She watches you and Leon intently with a lustful smile on her face.

Your breasts bounce as you ride Leon. One of his hands reaches up to cup and squeeze them.

“Such great fucking tits. I think I'll fuck them later,” he declares, panting heavily as he fucks you. He turns to Ada. “What do you think baby? I'll fuck her tits and you can eat her tight pussy. I bet she tastes good.”

Ada moans. “Fuck yeah…that sounds perfect. I've been dying to get a mouth full of her cunt since I saw her,” she admits with a wink. She rubs circles around her clit.

You drop your gaze back down to Leon, your jaw clenched tight as pleasure rips through your whole body. You bounce faster and Leon's thrusts become more erratic. Ada picks up her own pace as well, bending her legs and plunging two fingers inside herself. You're too focused on the huge cock ravishing your pussy right now to hear Ada’s sweet serenade of erotic sounds. The pressure builds, a mixture of pleasure and pain coursing inside you as his dick slams into the entrance of your womb.

“Gotta cum for me baby,” Leon encourages. “Cream all over my dick and I'll fill this tight fucking cunt. Stuff you like a pastry.” He moves a hand down to rub your clit.

The cumulative intensity is finally enough to send you over the edge. With a cry and tears of overwhelming pleasure rolling down your face, you throw your head back and cum. Your pussy grips the cock inside it like a vice, sucking it into a void of hot, wet sex. You brace yourself on his chest as you ride out the waves of your orgasm.

Leon follows suit, pulling your hips down tight against his and groaning loudly as he spills his load deep inside you. You're so full of cum you feel it leaking out around his cock. You both turn toward Ada in time to see her make herself cum, legs kicking and back arching. Fuck, she's like an acrobat during orgasm.

You roll off Leon, his softened cock slipping out of you. His cum leaks down your legs but you don't care. You wear it like a badge of honor along with the sweat on your body and Ada’s taste still lingering on your tongue. Lying on your back you exhale, exhausted but oh so satisfied. Ada leans over you and kisses you deeply, gently caressing your face. Leon kisses your neck and rubs your stomach.

Your eyes slip closed as the three of you spoon together on the luxurious bed, your heart never having felt so full and satiated.

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