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Jealousy- Leon Kennedy Part 1 (NSFW)

Ahhhh cannot believe I’m writing smut again...oddly feels right XD

Either way enjoy whatever this is! I will most likely not stick to any sort of timeline or actually events from the games so if you’re thinking “that’s not right” you are probably correct lmao, I really only have one objective... ;)

Part 2-

Summary: You’ve been waiting months for Leon to finally come home from his most recent mission but when he does it seems he’s still preoccupied with tying up loose ends. Luckily for you, Chris knows exactly how to change that. 

Warnings: Nothing too nsfw in this part, tipsy reader, jealous Leon, no smut yet but everything is fully consented in all of my writings so keep that in mind. Alcohol, spanking, dom!Leon

1285 Words

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One week. In hindsight, one week wasn’t all that long considering what your boyfriend did for work, but it still irked you relentlessly. Leon had been home for one week since his most previous mission with the DSO but it seemed his mind was elsewhere. The first night he returned was wonderful. Intimate and warm, almost as if the two of you had to remind each other who you were. 

You can’t help but smile at the memory of showering with him that night. Being so close again, relishing in each other's embrace under the hot water; the steam making it slightly harder to breathe. As much as you loved the reunion, that’s where it ended. You didn’t think much of it, nor did you blame him. You knew he must have been exhausted from traveling & truth be told being back in his arms was more than enough. 

At least it was a week ago. Now you found yourself sitting at the local bar, across from Chris Redfield, while you watched in slight annoyance as your boyfriend hounded Chris’s sister Claire for the information she gathered following the events after Leon’s mission. 

Chris took notice of how you couldn’t keep your eyes off of Leon & laughed before taking another swig of his beer. 

“You know, when you came to sit with me I figured we’d at least have a conversation. If you wanted to keep staring, you could have done so back when you were sitting next to him you know.” Chris said as he eyed you from behind his beer with a smug smirk on his face. 

Your attention now on Chris, you rolled your eyes before taking a sip from your drink. “Ugh, I know I know. I just- I’m trying to figure out if I’m being a bad girlfriend or not.” You said before downing the rest of your beer thinking somehow that would help your decision. 

“You a bad girlfriend? Doubtful.” Chris scoffed “You know what we all do for a living and you put up with more shit than I assume most women would. We’ve only been back for a week, I thought it would have taken Leon longer than that to fuck things up.” 

You gazed at Chris utterly confused now and realizing maybe you shouldn’t have had as many beers as you did, because everything was starting to feel warmer, and you could feel your filter slowly slipping away. 

“What? No he didn’t do anything. Well actually that’s the problem.” You slid your hands down your face sighing before putting them on the counter of the bar & staring directly at Chris. “I understand what you all do is beyond important, but I though you invited everyone out tonight to take their minds off of it. Leon hasn’t let Claire have a break since the moment we got in here. Pretty sure he’s been too busy interrogating her to even finish his first beer!” And with that you plopped your head down onto the bar and enjoyed the cool feel of the counter hitting your cheek. 

“Ah” Chris sighed before finishing what had to be his fourth beer. “That’s why you want to know if you’re the bad girlfriend...because he’s been too distracted by work, and you feel guilty about being upset about it yeah?” 

You nodded your head as best you could while keeping it on the surface of the counter. 

“You know, he’s a pretty easy guy to read once you know him well enough.”

This piqued your interest and had you lifting your head to ask Chris what he meant. Before you could, Chris leaned in close; moving your hair from the side of your face and leaning in close enough to whisper in your ear. 

“Bet he’s looking right now, am I right?”

You glanced up from where your eyes had previously been a moment ago and made direct eye contact with Leon, who had his eyes trained not on Chris but on you. You couldn’t help the nervous rush that flooded your system as a result of him looking at you like that. You tore your eyes from your boyfriend’s gaze long enough to look back at Chris who had resumed his prior position sitting slouched at the bar. Chris glanced at you from his seat before smirking and ordering another beer for himself & for you. 

“Bet you’ve got his full attention now.” 

It was taking everything in you to process what had just happened. Was Leon jealous? Is that what his reaction was? ‘Surely not’ you though to yourself, Leon trusted Chris and Claire with his life. There’s no way that little action would catch his attention. Maybe it was just good timing. But as you drew your eyes back up to glance in his direction you realized his eyes were still trained on you. Feeling beyond intimidated you broke the eye contact immediately and brought it instead to the beer now sitting in front of you. 

“Gahh Chris, what did you do?!” You couldn’t help but sink lower into your seat, feeling like a child caught doing something wrong, and Leon’s stare did nothing but intimidate you. You stopped yourself mid sip when you thought ‘why did that intimidate me? Like I did anything wrong’. You let the thought go assuming the alcohol was just fucking with your mind at this point, until you noticed Leon leaving the booth and walking your way. The only other discernable thing being Chris’s laugh that quickly faded as Leon got closer. 

“Redfield” Leon said while grabbing Chris’s shoulder, “mind if I steal my girl away for a bit?” He said as his gaze brought its way back to you.

“Not at all, but she did just start another drink with me-”

Before Chris could finish his sentence Leon had your beer in hand and was making quick work of it. 

“Thanks” he said to Chris while holding a smirk “we’ll be back later.”

He held his hand out for you to take, which giving the events leading up to this, seemed rather sweet. That was until you must have taken too long to reach for his hand and your whole world flipped. The next thing you knew Leon was hauling you out of the bar over his shoulder. When you looked up you saw Chris mouthing the words “fixed it” before winking and getting up to go sit beside his sister. 

“Leo-” you started and abruptly stopped as his hand connected with your rear. You squealed, not out of pain, but surprise. You’d never noticed a jealous side of Leon, how in the world had Chris?!

“Please wait until we get to the car, I’m slowly losing my self-control and would really like to not make as scene in the parking lot.”

A few more strides and Leon was at his Jeep, his firm arm setting you down in front of the back passenger door. As he opened it, you looked up at him in disbelief. 

“I have to ride in the back?”

“No, you just have to get in.” Leon was slowly losing his patience but couldn’t deny how cute you were when you got tipsy. Realizing you might not catch on; he maneuvered you into the back before getting in himself & shutting the door. 

Laying down in the backseat of his Jeep, you looked up to Leon who was now straddling your hips; or trying his best given the limited amount of space you two had. 

Leon held your hands before pinning them above your head and lowering his mouth so that it was hovering above yours. 

“Now” he breathed ghosting his lips over yours “where to begin?”

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Ahhhh okay I actually liked how this turned out more than I thought I would! Part 2 to come very very soon! Please be nice & leave me your thoughts!! 

Thanks:) xoxo -Kitty

[sparkie96]

“Men on a Mission” Chapter Two: “Chris’s POV”

The drink was essentially knocked out of Chris’s hand as soon as Krauser got to the door, Chris giving a sound of protest at the loss of the drink, watching it hit the ground, the lid popping open and letting the ice and soda spill out all over the hotel floor. It was a fairly nice hotel, so Chris didn’t think it right to just leave a mess.

That and he was still admittedly thirsty.

“Hey…” Chris began before Krauser muscled him into the room, “HEY!”

“Hush.” Krauser lightly scolded as he pushed Chris inside with some difficulty, closing and locking the door behind him, “Unless you want an audience?”

“No.” Chris said with a sort of grumble, Krauser pulled him back by his shoulders before shoving him up against the door, crowding him up against the door, pinning him there.

Wide eyes looked at Krauser, not getting a chance to say anything before Krauser closed the space between them. A muffled protest left Chris as Krauser kissed him, banging his teeth against Chris’s and kissing hard enough to bruise. Krauser’s hands moved down to Chris’s hips, pulling him impossibly closer. Chris’s chest was squished up against Krauser’s, his arms also awkwardly squished between their bodies as Krauser deepened the kiss.

Krauser pulled away but not before biting Chris’s bottom lip, tugging at it before letting it slip from between his teeth, smiling at the flustered look in Chris’s face and the blush in his cheeks, “What’s the matter? Not shy, are you?”

Chris swallowed before shaking his head, regaining his composure with a scoff, “What? No. Not me. Just hadn’t planned for this, if I’m being honest.”

“I’m clean and always prepared.” Krauser replied nonchalantly with a shrug, Chris’s eyes widening in momentary shock, “How about you, pal?”

“Yeah…?” Chris replied as Krauser moved closer into his space…which there wasn’t a lot left between them.

He could feel Krauser’s breath as it caressed his ear and neck, “And which position do you play? Pitcher? Or Catcher?”

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[gettingsilly]

Im tired of seeing the reader getting jealous over Ada flirting with Leon, I want to see Ada flirt with the reader and LEON getting jealous ‼️ nobody but him can flirt with his y/n ‼️

[azul-marie]

ada. (enamour)

fem. reader. love rivalry including ada/reader/leon. (focus on reader)

something cold digs in between your shoulder blades, sending shivers up tense muscles.

it’s a sudden sensation. catches you off guard you forget to call out to leon, whose back is turned to you whilst sifting through paper files laying across an abandoned wooden desk. the latest room you’ve snuck into seemed abandoned enough — save for its open window rocking back and forth on screeching bolts. they must’ve entered through there mere seconds before the two of you did.

warm, sweet breath tickles your earlobe. another round of shivers overtake your senses. this time, through, you recover quickly enough to react.

your hand flies to your pocketed blade and in an instant is pressed up to their throat. it is then you realize, recognize who your company is. she smiles serenely at you, acting like the knife at her neck isn’t sharp enough to slice through bone. she bears her pistol with all the grace of someone who’s caught you in her web, not the other way around.

“long time no see, kitten.”

her deadpan voice practically echoes through the silence of the night. finally surprising your partner into turning around. what surprises him further is the way ada gazes at you, almost identical to the way she did at him all those years ago.

“ada.” leon says plainly, hand hovering over his own pistol. his eyes flicker between the two of you, to the way your hand fumbles with your blade, to how she smiles a little too suggestively for someone being threatened. he’s certain you’re about to push her down, or for her to knock the knife away from your obviously loosened grip — neither happen.

instead, you carefully tuck your blade away and greet her with a coy smile of your own.

“i wasn’t expecting you here, red.” your arms cross, a guard of sorts. you knew full well of the games she liked to play. she holds your eyes as she slips her pistol back in its holster, searching for something you refuse to show. it’s been a long time, indeed, but you still remember how to compose yourself around her. it’s all rather flattering.

ada circles you, trailing her fingertips over your shoulders. her silky touch is the only weapon in her grasp, but it is perhaps her most dangerous. she takes pleasure in the way you shift beneath her watch, how your pretty face fights to remain mild. she’s no fool. she sees the smile playing at those luscious lips of yours — why bother hiding it? she’s all sultry eyes just for you, now that she’s finally managed to separate your stuffy partner’s hip from yours. seems he hadn’t changed after all. he really was the clingy type.

it was cute. once. not when he happened to be clingy with you of all people.

“once i heard you were around, i just couldn’t help myself.” her arm comes to rest around the curve of your waist. her fingers press into the flesh of your hip, easing you closer. her lips hover over the soft of your neck, almost kissing a path up to your ear. your breathing stutters, and she purrs, “wanted to stop by and catch up with my favorite girl, is all.”

you scoff, but there’s no stopping the heat rising up and over your face. those pretty lips of yours finally turn up in a smile, bashful like a schoolgirl crush. the temptation to run her thumb over your bottom lip runs strong — until an awkward, intentional clear of a throat interrupts the thought.

“i’d appreciate if you left my partner alone.” leon interjects, striding to stand tall besides you. in a swift motion he interweaves your elbows together and pulls you towards him, at once halting the hold she had on you. it’s a comfortable, possessive sort of touch. how quaint. cute little leon, still wearing his heart on his sleeve.

given the way his hand clamps around yours, he must really have it bad. what a shame. for him.

ada is slow to drag her eyes away from you. she even runs them up, down, over your lovely body for good measure. she can’t have leon thinking she isn’t willing to compete — two can play at that game. his fuming glower tells her he’s gotten the message loud and clear. as he should. she zeros in on the way his grip tightens around yours, again, cozily touching you as if you were his.

a quirk of her brow suggests ire. “glad to see you, leon. to think, after all this time, you’re still such a lucky man. who would’ve thought she’d end up being your partner?”

the two of them stare each other down with such intensity you wonder what other history they share aside from you. tension seeps into the chill of the nighttime air. leon’s coiled up so tightly it raises worry, and you find yourself wrapping your arms around his bicep to placate him. for all you know, the mysterious plagas infecting him could thrive off stress, and he’s already had plenty of that so far.

almost immediately does your touch have him redirecting his notice towards you. his intense gaze softens at your pretty eyes studying him. his broad shoulders gradually relax in your embrace. he’s visibly calmed by the simple act, much to ada’s amusement — and her vexation. her fingertips dig into her palms, wishing it was your hands beneath them instead.

“ada, why are you really here?” you inquire, and she’s pleased when you finally set sights back on her. she’s not fond of the questioning, however. she purses her lips. her expression morphs into a cautious neutral. you’re aware you won’t be getting a direct answer, no matter how much she likes you.

ada sighs, “oh, sweetheart. you know i don’t work and tell.”

guarded, she saunters to the opposite end of the room to the very window she slithered in through, overlooking the bleak scenery with little interest. you slip past leon to follow after her, grasping her fingers to keep her from going any further. pleasant warmth seeps through from your fingertips to hers. there’s no time to relish it, although she longs to feel more. calculating eyes regard you and you alone.

“leave the girl,” demands ada. “she’s lost no matter what. you walk away now…and who knows? maybe you’ll live to meet me again.”

keeping her eyes locked on yours, she brings your hand to her lips, and presses a languid kiss across your knuckles. a stain of red now marks you as hers. play glimmers in her irises. “…maybe i’ll even take you on that date i promised.”

“you think we’re gonna give up that easy?” leon’s voice cuts in, weighed with barely contained venom.

“right.” ada exhales a laugh. how true. the two of you really are perfect for one another. hearts of gold, heads full of dreams. she turns towards a silently seething leon, whose eyes pierce her every move. he does a poor job at hiding his envious glare towards your entwined hands. “how about we continue this discussion another time?”

she drops your hand unceremoniously, in favor of pressing a kiss to your cheek. the pulse of your racing heart is nearly tangible. such a sweet girl, flustered by a simple kiss. longing parts her lips in their journey up to your ear to whisper, “stay safe, beautiful.” she pulls away with an air of nonchalance, committing to memory the clear look of shock she’s frozen you into. it takes all she has not to go back in for another kiss, for there’s no knowing where her lips will land if she does.

“keep her safe for me, will you, leon? she’s really quite precious, you know.”

and just like that, she’s gone.

you nearly stumble towards the creaking window for a vain glimpse into the night she’s disappeared through. half shocked, half mortified of your audience still gaping at you, you could only hope he wasn’t put off by the instance of his flirty adversary. or the fact you had no quarrels in encouraging her.

a hand wraps around yours, warm and tight.

“careful. leaning out a little too far there, don’t you think?”

leon sounds rather relieved now that it’s back to being the two of you. ada must’ve been a sore sight for whatever reasons he’s held within. you avoid his eyes to recollect yourself, murmuring apologies beneath your breath.

then, a touch upon your cheek, the very one she’d kissed, puts a stop to all thoughts. your eyes flutter up towards leon’s. his usually somber expression has turned sour, scowling and scorned in a way you’re unfamiliar with. his hand cups your face, thumb frantically rubbing off what must be a lipstick stain ada’s left behind. the intensity of his eyes only adds to your embarrassment, makes you wish he hadn’t seen her in the first place. maybe then he wouldn’t be upset, angry with the ghost of her presence.

“here i thought luis would be my only problem.” leon mutters, so softly you’d mistaken he’d spoken at all. when he notices the shift in your pretty eyes, the sweetsoft concern that struck him weak, his gaze mellows instantly, and he blinks rapidly as if coming out of a daze. rose pink springs across his face in a blooming blush, a bigger surprise than his supposed anger. he rips his hand away upon realizing himself, leaving you curious.

“i mean—i meant, she’s the last person i expected to run into here. it’s—it’s a long story. won’t bore you with it. just know she’s probably not worth trusting completely. it’s best you’re careful around her. i’d hate…i wouldn’t want you hurt.”

his voice goes quiet at the end. his head is turned away, body tight and tense, hands fiddling with the holsters of his weapons. it isn’t like leon to speak so personally. so openly about his emotions. and you know it isn’t because of ada’s mere presence, what must be a recollection of the past.

you touch your cheek, still warm from his skin.

“you’re the one i trust, leon. we came here together, and we’re leaving together. i’m with you until the end.”

courage overtakes bashful notions. you close in beside him, reach up to push a lock of his hair behind his ear. cup his shying face, a tender encouragement to share his vulnerability with you. leon’s eyes fall back on yours too easily, too swiftly for a simple friendship. you see it; he is incapable of masking it.

it’s somewhat of an honor he’s so fond of you. it’s a reminder to be gentle with his feelings, though you yourself may not have yours sorted out just yet. but it is ascertained that you care immensely for him, perhaps in the way he’d like you to. perhaps not. there’s plenty of time to work things out.

“i’m with you, ace.” you smile, tugging his cheek until he returns one of his own. “there’s no one else i’d rather have beside me. got it?”

leon nods, convinced. “yeah. thanks.”

you pay a playful pat to his cheek, satisfied with his answer. “good, good. now, why don’t we get moving? we wouldn’t want to keep miss ashley waiting. what were we even looking for in the first place? some kind of key?”

the mention of the mission reinvigorates him. “yeah, exactly. should be somewhere around here, if you can help me look.”

“sure! let’s just hope we can get by without someone interrupting again.”

“wouldn’t that be nice.” scoffs leon, slipping his fingers through yours to lead you back towards the other half of the room. this habit of wanting you close was really too cute. willingly do you allow him to take your hand as he pleases.

all the while you will your heart not to flutter at the lipstick still staining the other, red on red alike.

[ovaryacted]

Thinking about important shit right now. Vendetta Chris Redfield. Baby please come home. The dogs miss you.

[quinnoliver]

Merlin: I can't believe I got drunk last night. What did I do?

Gwaine: don't worry Merls, we had fun.

Merlin: what fun?

Gwaine: you tried to flirt with Leon

Merlin: I what

Leon: sire, there's nothing going on between us.

Arthur: oh you say so? Then why did Merlin choose you to flirt with?

Leon: He flirts with everyone when he's drunk, sire! If anything, Gwaine practically makes out with him sometimes! ....wait, why do you care who Merlin flirts with, my lord?

Arthur: I just don't like him behaving inappropriately as my servant! Now tell me more about Gwaine making out with Merlin.

Leon: ....

[lipglossanon]

Spit In My Face My Love (It Won’t Phase Me)

{previous installment}

Stepbro!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

written for @gumiegumie, 🪷 anon, and another anon who requested a follow up where reader’s mom notices hickeys/bite marks and asks her about it and combining it with the other asks where reader dresses up and Leon stops her from going out as well as getting jealous over a guy and fucking reader while the guy’s downstairs 👌 and then added some feelings on top. Enjoy!

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, stepcest, OC for plot purposes, jealous Leon, mean Leon, rough sex, mirror sex, unprotected sex, kissing, multiple creampies, dirty talk, little bit of blood, biting, marking, possessive Leon, feelings are happening!! 🫣

not proofread ✌️

title from Spit in My Face by ThxSoMch 💜

dividers from @firefly-graphics

Pulling into the garage, you and Leon are able to sneak into the house without seeing either of your parents. After getting cleaned up, Leon heads downstairs to let his dad know you both made it home safe while you hang out in his room.  

You crawl into his bed, burrowing yourself under his sheets. Tucking your face into his pillow, you sigh at how good Leon smells. It makes you giddy like that time you had a major crush, bordering on lov—

You flail until you’re sitting upright, heart pounding in your chest eyes darting to the door. You’re falling for Leon? Oh no no no. Just how? You can’t—

The door to his room opens as Leon steps inside. 

“We’re good,” he rubs the back of his head as he shuts the door, “said it was smarter to pull over than get in a wreck.”

“Uh huh,” your throat feels tight, anxiousness making you nervous. 

“Well I should probably head back to my room and—“

“Stay,” he interrupts, joining you on the bed, “not like they’re gonna notice.”

You squeak when he slips under the covers and pulls you to his chest, tucking you both under the sheets. Heart pounding in your throat, you feel embarrassed with yourself for having a.. a crush on Leon. 

It’s totally fine, it’ll go away just like all the others. 

Everything’s totally fine.

The next morning, as you and Leon grab breakfast in the kitchen, your mom walks in, pauses, and does a double take. 

You frown at her staring, “What?”

“Where did you get that?” she puts her hands on her hips, nodding to your neck. 

You slap a hand on the bruised bite mark left by Leon from yesterday. You chance a glance at him only to see his big dumb grin over your mom’s shoulder. 

‘Oops’ he mouths at you. 

“Young lady, don’t make me ask you again,” your mom pulls your gaze back to her angry one.  

“I-it’s from my boyfriend,” you lie through your teeth while Leon stifles a laugh but completely fails, making you want to sink into the floor.  

“Oh really?” your mom narrows her eyes at you.

“Yep, was actually going to the mall later to meet up with him,” you nod your head, “Leon said he was gonna take me.”

He clears his throat when your mom switches her attention to him. 

“Have you met this boyfriend?”

“No,” he crosses his arm, drawing your eyes to his thick biceps, hating him just a little bit, “but I planned to today.”

Your mom sighs in relief, “Good, you can tell him that we’d like to meet him; invite him to dinner tomorrow night!”

“Mom!”

Leon smirks, “That’s a great idea! I’ll definitely make sure to invite’em and won’t take no for an answer.”

Your mom claps her hands happily, “Perfect! Oh, I can’t wait to meet him,” she turns back to you, “you shouldn’t feel like you have to keep your dating life a secret, sweetie.“

A tight smile crosses your face, “Thanks, mom.”

You glare at Leon as your mom pulls you into a quick hug and he flips you off. 

“Should we get going, sis? Don’t want you to be late for your meet up,” Leon tries to fight down his grin and fails. 

“Sure, big bro,” you roll your eyes at him, “let me grab my wallet and we can go.”

As soon as you meet up with Leon in the car outside, you sock him in the arm. 

“What’s that for?!” he scowls at you, rubbing the muscle. 

“That’s for being a complete ass,” you sneer, “don’t wanna be late for your meet up,” you mimic in a high pitched snippy tone. 

Leon laughs at you as he pulls the car out of the driveway and heads out to the mall. 

“What did you want me to say? ‘Oh don’t worry, I’m the one railing your cute little daughter and got a bit too wild last night’,” he rolls his eyes while you shiver at his words, “don’t think that one’s gonna fly, princess.”

“God, you suck so much,” you gripe, slumping back into the seat with crossed arms, glaring out the window. 

“And you like it,” he smirks at you then turns back to the road, “now what’re we going to do at the mall? Just walk around til it’s been long enough for a date?”

You shrug, “I guess so.”

“Save the charm for your boyfriend there princess,” Leon chuckles to himself. 

You can’t believe you like this guy. He’s such a jerk to you. Shooting a look over at him, you narrow your eyes as an idea occurs to you. You’ll find a guy in the mall, any guy will work, and get him to go as your date for the dinner your mom’s planning. 

Leon’s definitely not going to like this, but let’em get a taste of his own medicine. 

You smile at him, “You’re right, I should save it.”

Settling into the quiet, you try to form some semblance of a plan. You’ll need to get Leon to go off and leave you alone so you can find someone. Shouldn’t be too hard honestly, you can just say you’re going to the restroom. You drum your fingers on your lap and just watch the scenery go by the window. 

Parking and getting inside is easy; separating from Leon is more difficult than you expected. He follows you everywhere; even waiting for you outside the restroom. 

Finally making it to the food court, you’re able to split up as you both want something different to eat. It really does work out for you as you bump into an old classmate and strike up a conversation. You flirt a little and as soon as he starts flirting back, you feel sweet satisfaction deep in your chest. This is perfect. 

Your classmate follows you back to the table Leon’s already seated at, sitting next to you and across from him. 

“Oh, Leon, this is an old friend, Brad,” you gesture across the table, smiling wide at Leon’s flat expression, “Brad this is my step brother, Leon.”

“Nice to meet you!” Brad holds his hand out but Leon ignores it. 

“It is, isn’t it?” Leon smiles back, but it’s laced with disdain making butterflies flutter in your chest. 

“I was just inviting Brad over tonight actually; we’re going out to see a movie and since mom would love to meet him it makes sense for him to swing by and pick me up,” your smile widens even further at Leon’s hateful glare aimed at the guy. 

“Should be fun,” Brad chimes in, nervously gazing from Leon over to you, “does 6 sound good?”

“It’s perfect,” you laugh, “I’m really excited to—“

“Actually, we have to head back now, I forgot we needed to run an errand for my dad,” Leon cuts in, standing up and pulling you up by your arm, “we’ll catch you later, Brett.”

“Uh, i-it’s Brad,“ he stutters out. 

Leon smirks, “Sure, we’ll see you later.”

You frown at Leon but make sure to smile and wave at Brad, “See you at 6!”

As soon as you’re far enough away, you jerk your arm back, “What’s the problem? And what errand?”

“No errand,” Leon shrugged, shoulders stiff, “was just tired of that guy eye fucking you in front of me.”

You roll your eyes at him, “Well, you said I should find a boyfriend and so I did.”

He doesn’t say anything but you can see his jaw clench. He gives you the silent treatment from there all the way back to the house. Once home, he slips off to his room as you let your mom know about your date coming over. 

“I was hoping to see him tomorrow, but tonight isn’t too shabby,” she laughs and pats your arm, “you better go get ready, it’s only a couple of hours til he gets here.”

You head upstairs and bypass Leon’s room. Pausing, you frown at the door. It’s not fair for him to get so upset; it’s his fault anyway you think as you run your hand over the makeup covered bruise he left on your neck. 

Whatever. 

You feel a pang of disappointment and something a little like heartbreak, but squish it down and continue on to your room to get ready. 

Leon can just get over himself. 

A couple of hours later, just as you’re finishing up, there’s a knock on your door. 

“Come in!”

You stay seated at your vanity as you finish the last bit of your makeup and clasp a pretty necklace around your neck. 

“Bart’s downstairs,” Leon’s dull voice calls out, “seems he came early to make a good impression. He’s sucking up to your mom right now.”

You sigh and stand up, “Alright, I’m headed down—“

“No.”

You meet Leon’s baleful glare with surprise. 

“What?”

“You’re not going out looking like that,” he spits out, coming all the way into your room and closing the door. 

“What’re you talking about? It’s just a cute dress,” you roll your eyes, “it’s nothing obscene. You’re just being a jerk.”

Leon strides over to you making you step back until you bump your vanity. Your heartbeat thunders in your ears so loudly you’re surprised he can’t hear it. He grabs your waist and hoists you on top of the wooden surface, shoving your dress hem up until he can see your panties. Cute pale lace with a little rose bow on top. 

His fingers wrap around your thighs, thumbs pressing hard into the bruises he left last time making you choke out a whine. Slick drips from your cunt into your panties. Goosebumps race across your body as your thighs part for his bulky frame. 

“You’re not going out looking like this,” he hisses down at you, eyes narrowed, “I own this slutty little cunt and you’re not showing any of this to anyone else, got it?”

You open your mouth to argue, but Leon shoves his tongue inside, sloppily licking against your own. Moaning, you feel his broad hands grope you through your dress, fingers roughly pinching your nipples until you’re crying out. 

He kisses you so messily that spit drips down your chin; your hands dig into his shoulders as you suck on his thick tongue, whining when he fucks it in and out of your mouth. 

He pulls away, hand tangling in your hair to yank your head back.

“Think you need to be shown who you belong to,” he growls.

He flips your around, bending you over the vanity forcing you face to face with your mirror. Slick floods the gusset of your panties, hole clenching around nothing. 

“You’re gonna watch as I fuck this cute pussy til you understand that you’re mine,” he slaps your ass making you whimper, “thought we already had this lesson in the car.”

In a flash it seems, Leon has already ripped your clothes off. He unbuckles his pants and pulls his dick out, staying fully clothed, as he ruts his thick cock against your silky wet pussy. 

“You’re soaked,” he grins at you in the mirror, “this pussy knows who owns her, huh princess? She’s fucking crying to get dicked down.”

You whine as his tip pushes through your pussy lips and bumps your clit, the fat head of his cock leaking precum all over your sensitive bud. 

“Leon,” you whine, grinding back on him, “please, want it, big brother.”

His dark eyes narrow at you and he slaps your ass hard making you squeal. 

“You’ll take what I give you,” he growls out, rubbing his cock all over your cunt and only ghosting the tip across your soaked hole, “you need to learn some manners.”

“Sorry, big brother,” you whimper, watching as his big hands cup your breasts, massaging the soft skin. 

“You will be,” he smirks, pinching your nipples between his thumb and forefinger, “gonna wreck your cute pussy all night.”

You moan, bucking back against him as he tweaks and tugs on your nipples. His cock glides against your wet cunt, head catching on your clenching hole making you both groan. 

“Should I?” he teases, “should I push inside my sister’s needy little pussy?”

“Yes, yes, please, big brother,” you pant, “please, I want it.”

He slaps your ass again then reaches down to guide his dick into your cunt, sinking easily into your slick fluttering walls until he’s bottoming out and making you choke out a whine. 

“Got this little pussy molded to fit my cock,” he hisses, eyes glued to where you’re joined, “still so fucking tight, baby sis.”

You whimper shakily, “Ungh, you’re so big, Leon.”

He laughs, “Nah, you just have a little hole.”

Clenching down on him makes you moan, “Uh uh, your cock is too big. It hurts.”

He groans and grinds himself deeper, tip kissing your cervix making you wail. 

“Shut the fuck up,” his palm covers your mouth, “trying to get caught? Want everyone to open that door to see me fucking your needy cunt, princess?”

Your eyes roll back as your walls flutter around his throbbing cock, feeling strung out as he grinds against your cervix making you squeal and drool, pussy squeezing him tightly. 

“Think you like how it hurts,” he coos in your ear, “like how deep big brother can reach inside your cute cunt, god you’re gripping me so fucking tight. Don’t worry, baby, ‘m not pulling out anytime soon.”

Your body shudders, pussy walls pulsing around his dick as he rocks against you, letting your pussy squeeze down on him. Feeling like jello, your brain can’t think of anything except how good it feels. He drops his hand from your mouth to grab onto your hip. 

“Big brother,” you gasp, eyes fighting to stay on his face in the mirror, “want you to fuck me.”

He grunts, pulling out to fuck back in just as deep. You moan, bouncing back against him. Leon’s hands grip your hips tightly, pounding his cock into your messy cunt harder and harder, the sound of skin slapping together sounding loud in your room. 

“Feel me rearranging your guts, princess?” his harsh voice whispers in your ear, hands fisted in your hair to hold your tear stained face up to the mirror. 

You distantly realize your makeup’s totally ruined, smeared across your face, eyes hooded as you watch Leon bully his cock into your soaked cunt. He continues to rub against your g-spot with unerring accuracy, slick sliding down his cock to drip off his balls. 

“S’too deep, big brother,” you whine, drool slipping from your lips to land on your vanity, fingers digging into its wooden surface. 

“Oh, I don’t think I’m deep enough,” he laughs meanly, “think I can fuck the tip straight into your womb, sweetheart?”

Your pussy clamps down like a vice around his throbbing length, spine arching and eyes rolling back as you cum around his cock. 

He laughs even harder, “What a little freak my baby sis is, fucking gagging for it, what a slut.”

Gasping and panting, you push back against him as he thrusts harder into your soaked hole, “‘m your slut, big brother.”

Leon makes a low groaning noise in his throat, “Yeah, ya are—my little cumslut. Gonna fill you up so good, let it drip out of that needy fucking pussy while he takes you to the fucking movies.”

“No,” you cry out. 

Pushing up enough to move your hands behind you both, you clasp onto the back of Leon’s neck, body arching beautifully for him, letting him fuck his thick cock into your sensitive pussy even deeper. 

“Don’t wanna go, just want you,” tears gather in your eyes, head tilting back to look up at Leon’s chiseled features, “please, big brother—Leon.”

He snarls down at you, one hand wrapping around your neck and his other sliding down to rub at your overstimulated cunt, fingertips teasing across your clit. 

“Fine, gonna keep you here, tell your little boy toy to fuck off then come up here and rail you so hard you’ll feel my cock in your throat,” he rumbles darkly, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he squeezes your throat. 

“Please, please, please,” you chant, tears streaking your face as your nails scratch at his skin. 

Leon’s fingers rub your pudgy sensitive clit until you’re clawing his neck and scalp, babbling and shaking as you cream all over his cock, orgasm making your brain complete mush. 

“Good fucking girl,” he hisses, head dipping down so his teeth sink into your shoulder as he buries his dick inside your fluttering hole, spilling hot sticky cum inside your pussy, “mmm, milk me, take that load deep into that hot pretty princess cunt.”

You whimper and mewl, legs shaking as Leon’s cum drips down your thighs from your still stuffed hole. He grunts as he slips his spent cock from your pussy. 

“Here,” he eases you backwards until he can set you down on the bed, “I’ll be right back, okay?”

He drops kisses to the top of your head, the apples of your cheeks, then your parted lips. A surge of deep want floods your body. Feeling needy, you tangle your fingers in his hair and pull him into a filthy tongue filled kiss. 

He groans, kneeling on the bed before letting you drag him down on top of you. You want him so much tears prick your eyes, mouth sloppily kissing him. He moans, rutting his half hard cock against your cream covered pussy. 

“Princess,” he mutters against your lips. 

You ignore him and rock against his stiffening dick, legs wrapping around his waist. 

“Again,” you whisper against his lips, “please, Leon.”

A low pained sound slips from his mouth, “Yeah, yeah, I’ll give it to ya.”

Reaching between your bodies, he presses the tip of his cock inside your pussy. 

“Fuck, you’re so sticky inside, baby,” he bottoms out quickly, stealing your breath. 

“Want it, please,” you whine, nails scratching against his back, “want big brother to fill me up again.”

He groans, pulling out and fucking back into your sloppy sounding pussy, “Mm don’t worry, I will, princess. God, what’s gotten into you?”

That needy want fills your sex addled mind; you want more than just sex with Leon but can’t articulate anything in your cockdrunk haze. 

“Want you,” you whimper, hands tugging him down into a kiss, “wanna feel full.”

“Can’t stay too long, they expect you downstairs,” he murmurs against your mouth. 

“Don’t care,” you sigh as Leon ruts his dick just right and rubs along the spongy spot inside your cunt, “just want you.”

“Fuck,” he growls, hips snapping into you harder, “yeah? Just need big brother pounding your cute pussy?”

“Yes, yes,” you moan, “just need my pussy stuffed with big brother’s cock.”

“Fucking hell,” his hips hump into your clenching hole harder, fucking your cunt rougher than before, “pussy gripping me so fucking good.”

He licks into your panting mouth as he picks up the pace, rabbiting his cock into your squelching cunt so hard the bed rattles. His pelvis presses down on your swollen clit on every thrust and paired with his dick nailing your g-spot repeatedly, your back arches off the bed—orgasm hitting you so hard you see fireworks behind your closed eyelids. 

“There you go,” he soothes, “milk me, sweetheart, milk big brother’s cock so he can breed your pussy.”

Your nails score down his back making him hiss and ram his dick harder into your cunt, tip knocking against your cervix til he’s spilling inside you again. He grunts as rope after rope of hot cum floods your pussy. Laying there until he catches his breath, Leon raises up to pull out of your spasming heat. 

When you whine up at him, he pets your head. 

“Relax for me, princess. I’m gonna grab you some water,” he kisses you gently one last time. 

You hum, smiling dopily up at him, “‘Kay.”

You watch with tired eyes as he moves off the bed and walks over to the door. 

Leon gives you a crooked smile as he slips out of your room, closing the door behind him. He dips into the bathroom to give himself a once over, wiping your makeup off of his face with a smirk. He makes his way downstairs, practically skipping. 

He swings into the living room, making sure to look suitably concerned as he makes his way to your mom and Brent? Brett? Whatever. 

“Hey, sorry to interrupt but sadly you guys are gonna have to take a rain check,” Leon looks down, closing his hand into a fist once he sees your lipgloss smeared along his palm, “she’s not feeling well, got a bad migraine.”

Your mom frowns, “Oh poor thing, I’ll go up in a moment and check on her.”

Leon shoots her a disarming smile , “Don’t worry, I’m grabbing her a water and some meds. You can show our guest out,” Leon shoots a simpering smile over to Bentley(?). 

She smiles over at Leon and then stands up to walk the other guy to the door, “Thanks, Leon.”

He gives her a two fingered salute and walks off toward the kitchen, subtly watching as he guides that idiot to the front door. Leon’s in and out of the kitchen, grabbing a couple of waters, and quickly making his way upstairs. He stops by his room and grabs one of his old phys ed shirts, eager to see you wearing it, and slips back into your room. 

You’ve already undressed, sleepily lounging on the bed in a nightshirt, coming to when you hear the door click shut. 

“Baby,” he murmurs, moving over to you and cupping your face, “let’s get a shower and head to bed.”

“Sounds good,” you slur, turning your face to kiss his thumb.

His heart clenches tightly, sticky warmth filling his chest and making his ears burn. 

“So sweet,” he mutters under his breath, helping you up. 

“Just wanted you to be nice,” you mumble, leaning into his side, “didn’t care about Brad.”

Leon winces, glad you’re sleepily nuzzling into him as he guides you quietly out into the hall to the nearby bathroom. 

“I know,” he rumbles, dropping a kiss to to your head, “you deserve someone sweeter.”

He sits you down on the closed toilet lid once you both enter the bathroom, turning and locking the door. 

You’re pouting at him and he can’t help but grin at you. 

“You can be sweet,” you murmur, eyelashes kissing your cheeks when you look away to the wall, picking at your nails. 

He wants to pull his hair at the flood of butterflies swarming in his stomach, threatening to choke him. Is this a crush? It’s way more intense than that it seems. He’s never felt like this before. 

“You drive me crazy,” he finally sighs, kneeling in front of you, helping you slip your shirt off, “I don’t know what to do.”

Your fingers brush away the fringe from his face, letting him meet your eyes unhindered, “Just…”

He watches as you bite your bottom lip, holding back what you want to say. 

“Just be mindful,” you say, a weak smile crossing your face. 

He knows that’s not what you wanted to say but he’s too chickenshit to ask you for more. 

“Ready for that shower, princess?” 

He tilts your wrist up to kiss your pulse point, eyes never leaving yours so he sees when your breath hitches. 

“Please, Leon,” you whisper. 

His eyes search yours for a second before standing up to step over to the full bath, flicking on the water. He feels like he’s out of his depth but not even sure how to cross that line with you. He glances back to see you brushing against the bruising on your thighs and hips, darker than before. Heated possession settles deep in his gut, pleased at the marks he left, wanting to leave more. 

He pulls his attention back to the water thinking to himself that he’s fucked, already half in love with you with not a goddamn clue on where you stand in this backwards ass relationship. 

You’re quiet in the shower, lost in thought it seems to Leon so he doesn’t push it, helps you wash off before cleaning himself then shutting off the water. You step out in your towel, leaving him alone in the bathroom with his swirling thoughts. As he dries his hair with the towel, he stares at the closed door. His stomach rolls with the thought you would’ve went out with that dickhead just to spite him, but to be fair, he drove you to it. 

Frustrated, he wraps the towel around his waist and leaves the bathroom, heading into his room prepared to wallow and listen to music as he parcels through his messy feelings; however, opening the door draws him up short. 

His eyes drift from your bare legs up to his shirt that’s so long it hits the top of your thighs, gaze finally moving all the way up to see you completely asleep on his bed. It feels like a sucker punch to his solar plexus. He quietly closes his door and leans against it. He feels sick. Fuck. 

It’s not fair. You’re too fucking good and he wants more than what you’re willing to give. He wants to take you out, wants to spoil you, wants to love—

He shakes his head hard. No. He can’t go there. He’ll get over it. It’s just infatuation. It’s honestly nothing. 

He ignores the crisis waiting to happen and slides in a pair of briefs before slipping into bed behind you. You murmur, turning in your sleep to bury your face into his chest. He clenches his eyes shut, wrapping his arm around you to pull you even closer. He falls asleep nuzzling into your hair, listening to your even breathing as he relaxes against you. 

You wake up with a start. 

Disoriented, your eyes rapidly look around, a sigh escaping you once you realize you fell asleep in Leon’s room. You roll over, coming face to face with his sleeping face. Your eyes squint as you read the time on your watch. It’s before seven am, so he’s not waking up for awhile. 

You smile to yourself, taking in his slack mouth and dark eyelashes, eyes tracing the little freckles down to the vampire bite he has on his neck. You want to run your hands over that pair of freckles but refrain from waking him up. He looks so sweet like this. That feeling of want ramps up again making your toes curl. You wish he was just a boy you had met at school or the mall or something. 

It would make this whirlwind of feelings less messy; your heart thumps painfully in your chest making your breath stutter. If he was just some guy you had met, you could be months into a relationship now. You let yourself daydream what that would be like. Would he be sweeter to you? He’d take you out on dates, but would he be mean like he is now or…

You bite your lip. Would he just be mean during sex? Your cunt throbs but you ignore it. You’re pretty sure he would be, he just can’t help himself. Luckily for you both, you likeit. However… 

You deflate a little. You wish he were sweeter to you sometimes. Like at the company picnic. Not that you don’t like him as he is, just—

Tears prick your eyes and you blink rapidly, willing them away. 

You just want him to like you like you like him. 

“Y’kay?” he mumbles, eyes blinking sleepily, thumb clumsily rubbing your cheek. 

“Yeah,” you whisper, giving him a watery smile, lie slipping off your tongue, “just a bad dream.”

“C’mere,” he slurs, tugging you into his body, tucking your face into his neck, “shoulda woke me up.”

His warm palms stroke down your back, a slow back and forth that almost makes you want to cry. You wrap your hand around him and squeeze, nuzzling deeper into his neck. 

“Hey, s’okay,” he mumbles, voice rough with sleep, “I got you, baby.”

You sniffle, tears slipping from your eyes, heart aching at his words. 

“Yeah?” your voice comes out small. 

“A’course,” he pets you, hands softly stroking your head and down your back, “always got you.”

Letting yourself have this moment, you squeeze him tighter to you. 

Who knew being in love sucked so much?

You stay in Leon’s arms for most of the morning, mainly cause he falls back to sleep holding you and you just don’t have the heart to wake him up by pulling away. 

Once he rolls over in his sleep, you take the opportunity to slip from his room and go back into yours. You get dressed and walk downstairs, heading to where you can hear your mom cooking in the kitchen. 

“Oh honey,” she walks up to you, putting the palm of her hand on your forehead, “you feeling better? Leon told us you had a nasty headache.”

You want to laugh hysterically. God, you’re all over the place this morning. 

“Uh yeah,” you give her a small smile, “think I just was a little dehydrated.”

She clicks her tongue and turns back to the stove, “You know to drink more water. Maybe take a break from the sodas and coffee today.”

Nodding although she can’t see it, you push yourself up to sit on the counter, “I’m going to.”

“Good,” she turns with a little grin, “that Brad sure is cute.”

You roll your eyes, “Yeah, I don’t think I’m going to see him anymore.”

She frowns, “But why, he’s such a nice young man.”

You kick your feet against the cabinet as you look over at the window, “I dunno, just don’t feel that spark, y’know?”

She smiles, eyes softening in understanding, “I know,” she turns back to the pan on the cooktop, “well just make sure to let him down easy.”

You hum your agreement and let the conversation drift into a comfortable silence. 

“Oh!” 

You turn to your mom wiping her hands on her apron, “We’re going on a trip!”

“Everyone?” 

“No,” she laughs, “we’re gonna leave Leon in charge but we’ll be gone for the week starting tomorrow!”

She sighs happily, “I’ve always wanted to go to the Grand Canyon.”

You giggle, “That’s like a family vacation.”

She swats at you with her own giggle, “Yeah well it’s also for couples.”

“What’s for couples?”

You both turn to see Leon rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he walks into the kitchen. Hands digging into the edge of the counter, you nod your head to your mom. 

“The Grand Canyon.”

Leon barks out a laugh then covers his mouth as your mom swats him the dish towel. 

“It is very romantic, thank you,” she sniffs haughtily but it falls flat when she laughs afterward. 

She takes on a serious face, “But that means you’ll be in charge while we’re gone, so no wild parties mister.”

His eyes dart to you with a gleam and your thighs press together, “Oh no, wouldn’t dream of it.”

She purses her lips, “I mean it, Leon. We’ll be checking the security cameras to make sure.”

Leon laughs at that, attention going back to your mom letting you breathe easily, “Yes, ma’am.”

She shakes her head with a good natured sigh, “Kids.”

A timer goes off on her phone and she shuts the stove eye off.

“I’ve got to finish packing,” she says to you, slipping her apron off and hanging it on a hook connected to the back of the pantry door, “once this is cool, will you put it in a dish and stick in the fridge?”

“Sure, mom,” you smile at her, watching as she leaves the kitchen. 

Leon waits a beat, eyes tracking your mom before making his way over to you. He smirks, long fingers pushing your legs open to slot himself between your thighs. 

“How’re you this morning?” he kisses your neck making you gasp. 

“I-I’m okay,” your voice shakes as his lips drag along your neck, nipping and kissing the bruised skin. 

“Mmm,” he hums, tongue dipping out to taste your throat, “no more bad dreams?”

“N-no,” your hands grip his shoulders, wanting to push him away but liking the attention. 

“Princess,” he rumbles, raising his head up to look down at you, eyes dark and unreadable.

He presses his lips to yours, kissing you like he’s never tasted anything this good in his life. You whine and he gets rougher, biting your bottom lip and licking across it before slipping his tongue into your mouth. His hands drop to your thighs, yanking your body to the edge of the counter. 

You pull away with a pant, “Leon, we’re not alone.”

“I know,” he rolls his eyes, fingers digging into the bruises making your cunt leak slick. 

He kisses you wetly one last time and moves completely away from you. He opens his mouth to say something when his dad breezes into the kitchen. 

“Honey, I— oh hey you two,” he smiles, “I got off work early so we can leave out tonight.”

“Congrats, pops,” Leon gives him a crooked smile and your heart flips at the soft look. 

His dad rolls his eyes making you think that’s definitely where Leon picked it up from. 

“Yeah, yeah, you’re just ready to have the house to yourself.”

“Did you already know?”

Leon turns to you brow furrowed, “Pops told me the other day.”

“Ah,” you shrug, “mom just told me today.”

Your stepdad laughs, “She’s so excited that it must’ve slipped her mind. I’m gonna go tell her the good news. See you both later!”

You slip off the counter, following after him when Leon grabs your forearm stopping you. 

“What?” you squint your eyes at him. 

“You seem off—weird.”

You bat your eyelashes at him, “Gee, thanks for the compliment.”

Wrenching your arm away, you rush off, locking yourself in your room to try and sort out your chaotic emotions. Hours later, there’s a knock at your door. 

Opening it to your mom and stepdad, they both hug you and bid goodbye, promising to call, reminding you that service isn’t great so to be careful and take care of each other. You smile and wave them off, closing your door once they disappear down the stairs. 

Luckily unluckily, Leon leaves you be for the rest of the day. You hear him pause outside your door a couple of times but he doesn’t stay longer than a handful of seconds before walking on to his room. You feel like throwing up, your nerves are so all over the place.

It’s a couple of days later and the house is quiet. You’ve avoided or given Leon the cold shoulder anytime you’ve run into him. Surprisingly, it’s worked even if his stare makes chills run down your spine. Tiptoeing out of your room, you’ve slipped down into the kitchen to grab a quick bite to eat before scurrying back up to your room. 

After agonizing all night again, you’ve determined that you’re just going to have to stop being with Leon. It hurts to even think it, but if it’s all one sided, it’s better to quit now before you get even more involved. 

Finally leaving your room, you walk over to Leon’s but chicken out last minute and veer downstairs. You’ll just chill in the living room and once Leon comes down, you can talk to him in a neutral territory. Flipping on the TV and finding reruns of a sitcom you like, you settle down and let it take your mind off things. 

You’re cringing and giggling at Michael hitting Meredith with his car when the doorbell rings. You glance upstairs but don’t see any movement so when the doorbell goes off again, you sigh and climb up off the couch. Glancing through the peephole, you frown to see Brad on the other side. 

“Who is it?” A hot gust of air whispers in your ear. 

You squeak rubbing the shell of your ear as you pull back to glare at Leon. 

“Brad,” you deadpan.

Leon’s jaw clenches, “Who said you could invite him over, princess? I’m in charge and starting now he’s banned from ever stepping foot here again.”

You scoff, “Not that it’s any of your business, but I don’t even have a way to contact him. I guess he’s stopping by to check in.”

“Tell him to leave or I will, and it won’t be nice,” Leon’s voice darkens, pressing you against the door, “I’ll make it to where he’ll wish he never met you.”

As much as that makes your heartbeat fast and cunt ache, you bare your teeth at him, “I’ll talk to whoever the fuck I want to. You might think you own me, but you don’t own shit, Leon.”

You shove him away and open the door, smiling too brightly at Brad.

“Hi!”

Brad smiles back, “Hi, uh, how’re you feeling?”

“Better,” you shoot a glare at Leon, stepping out onto the porch and closing the door, “sorry I had to cancel our plans.”

Brad laughs, “Don’t apologize, kinda last minute plans at that, ya know?”

“Yeah,” you grin at him, “what’re you—“

The door pulls open and Leon steps out next to you. 

“Benton, so nice to see you again!”

The smile on your face tightens, anger pulsing in your temples. 

“I-it’s Brad,” the boy tries to correct with a nervous smile, “and yeah, it’s nice to—“

“Yeah, yeah, listen, can I talk to you for a sec?” Leon’s grinning but his eyes are dead as he grabs Brad by the arm and frog marches him down the porch steps.

“Leon, what’re you doing?”

He turns to you with a look so dark that it makes you pause. 

“Just guy talk, princess.”

Your heart rabbits in your chest, worry overtaking the anger as Leon leads Brad back to his car parked out on the street. You lean over the porch banister, torn between wanting to go down there or watching what Leon will do. 

Leon doesn’t raise his voice or hands, but even from here you can see the fear etched on Brad’s face. He’s pulling away from Leon like he’s been burned and climbing into his car, peeling out from your street without even a look back at you. Leisurely making his way back to be house, Leon stops on the porch and gestures for you to go into the house first. 

You glare at him and storm past him, climbing up the stairs as he shuts and locks the front door. Nerves shoot through you when you hear him chase after you and grab you right outside his room. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” 

“My room, Leon,” you spit out, twisting in his arms. 

You squeal when he deadlifts you over his shoulder, pushing into his room and throwing you down onto his bed. 

“Nah, enough of that,” he climbs onto the bed after you, pinning your wrists down with his hands, “you seem to be getting airs, little princess.”

“Fuck off, Leon,” you’re so frustrated that tears are threatening to spill, “get off me, this is done. I’m done. We’re done, okay?”

He frowns, leaning up on his haunches and letting you slide back until you’re leaning against the headboard, pulling your knees up to your chest, wiping the tears from your face. 

“What’re you talking about?” he’s watching you closely.

“This,” you wave your hand from yourself to him, “this is done. I, I can’t keep doing it, Leon.”

Your voice breaks and more tears spill across your cheeks. 

“I can’t keep being with you like this.”

“Oh.”

He seems to deflate, falling back until he’s able to sit with his legs criss cross.

“Was it,” he clears his throat, picking at his comforter, “did I hurt you?”

You laugh incredulously, “Yes, but not in the way you think.”

He frowns at you from under his fringe, blue eyes staring you down. 

“Explain it to me then.”

You exhale shakily, hiding your eyes behind your palms, “You sure?”

“Yeah.”

“I like you, Leon.”

“And?”

“What do you mean ‘and’? I like you, Leon.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“Everything?! You don’t even feel the same way. I’m sleeping with a guy who I’m falling in lo—like with and he doesn’t even care about me like that.”

“Hey.”

His sharp voice makes you drop your palms from your damp eyes. 

“Who the fuck said I didn’t care about you like that?”

Confusion makes your brows pinch together, “What?”

He moves so fast you don’t realize what’s happening until you’re being kissed breathless. 

“I like you, too,” he kisses you again, catching your sob with his lips, “I meant it when I said you drive me crazy. I want you all the time. Want you more than just your body. Love your smartass mouth and your weird sense of humor.”

He kisses all over your tearstained face, “Love how excited you get about stuff, like when I randomly gave you those gummy worms and you smiled for the rest of the day.”

You laugh wetly, letting him kiss the sound from your mouth.

“I love spending all my time with you,” he drops a kiss to your cheek, “meant it when I said I got you, baby.”

You smile through a new batch of tears, messily pressing your lips to Leon’s. 

“Leon, please,” you whimper, hands digging into his shoulders, “show me, show me how much you’ve got me.”

“Okay, okay,” he soothes, kissing your jaw and down your neck, “let me show you, princess.”

Between you both it’s no time before you’re both naked in his bed, grinding against each other, lips meeting over and over between gasps and whines. 

“Please, Leon,” you whimper, arching up as he drags his fat tip across your clit, “want you so much.”

“I’ve got you,” he kisses you as he presses his cock into your soaked pussy.

He bottoms out with a low groan, “Good girl, fuck, ruined me for anyone else, baby.”

You keen high in your throat, cunt fluttering around his cock at his words. 

“You ruined me for anyone, big brother,” you whisper against his lips making him growl and rut deeper into your slick pussy. 

“Damn right,” he kisses you so hard it splits your bottom lip making you both moan. 

“Aww, little sis,” he coos, tongue lapping against the cut, “didn’t mean to get so rough.”

“Like it,” you mewl, hands tangled in his blonde strands, “like when you’re rough, big brother.”

He groans, humping your pussy so hard he rubs against your g-spot, “You’re perfect, fuck. Wanna cum inside you.”

“Please, please, love how hot it feels,” you kiss him, smearing blood on his mouth. 

“My hot cum filling you up, stuffing my little sister’s pussy so good, it drips out,” his hot breath slides over your neck before he’s biting down, deep, nearly breaking skin.

Your whole body thrashes, hips rocking up into his bulky weight pinning you down to the sheets.

“Gonna mark you all over,” he bites you again on the opposite side of your throat making you cry out, voice cracking. 

“Gonna take you apart all week long,” he swears into your ear, kissing the lobe. 

Your cunt’s clamping down on his dick rhythmically as he bullies against the spongy spot in your cunt. His leans up to shift his upper body so he can latch onto your hard nipples. Whining, your legs spasm and wrap tighter around his waist. 

He slows down, rutting slow into your cunt as his mouth bites and sucks at your aching buds. 

“Love sucking your tits,” he lathes his tongue across the swell of your breast, nipping the soft skin, “tomorrow wanna just suck on’em all day, see if we can make you cum from just that.”

“Leon,” you whine, pussy pulsing around his dick.

He laughs low in his throat, teeth biting your nipple before sucking it softly into his mouth. His head stays buried between your breasts, slowly taking his fill of suckling and biting your nipples until they’re puffy and sore. 

“Wanna cum,” you pant, hips twisting and writhing under him, “Leon, big brother, please.”

He presses down on you even more, settling his heavy weight over you until you’re mewling from not being able to move. 

“We got all night, princess,” he whispers in your ear, tongue licking across the shell, “could just rut in your wet little cunt all night, keep you stuck here on my cock for hours.” 

Whimpering, your nails dig into his broad back making him buck into your soaked hole. 

“Mmm my own personal fleshlight, grips me just right,” he teases, groaning as your pussy squeezes his cock tightly, “oh, like being big brother’s pocket pussy, baby?”

“Uh huh,” you moan, “m’pussy belongs to big brother.”

“Fuck yeah it does,” he grunts, thrusting into your cunt a few times before slowing back down, “gonna let me use you whenever I want?“

“Big brother,” you pant, drooling as he grinds right against your g-spot continuously, body shaking with your impending orgasm, “please.”

“Let your boyfriend make you cum, baby sis,” he kisses your jaw, “then he’ll cream your pretty cunt.”

He rocks even harder against you, pelvis rubbing across your clit as his tip kisses your cervix making you gush around his cock as you cum, pussy walls milking his throbbing length.  

“Oh, there we go, good girl,” he praises against your ear, smoky voice making you clench again, “god, ‘m close, gonna cum in you, gonna fill you up just like you asked.”

“Please, please,” you weakly beg, body locked around him as he fucks you hard and deep. 

With a choked off groan, he thrusts deeply one last time and stills, cock kicking and throbbing as hot sticky cum spills from the fat tip, painting your fluttering walls white. You moan brokenly, pulling him into another messy kiss.

After a few minutes, Leon’s softening cock slips from your cunt, hole oozing creamy spend all over his sheets. He lays down next to you, pulling you into his arms.

“You’re so fucking perfect, princess,” he murmurs into your hairline, kissing your forehead. 

Warmth floods your chest as you smile up at him, “You’re pretty special, too.”

He grins, thumb tilting your chin up, “Flattery will get you everywhere.”

[hamartia-grander]

I’m sad that Luis still dies because it feels like they gave us so much new stuff about his character that’s kinda wasted (though this adds to the tragedy of it I suppose) but having his death be considered an honourable one and hearing Leon tell him “You were a fine knight, Don Quixote” just breaks my heart in a good way, I’m so happy they made Luis a legitimate character that we can care about and root for and that Leon caring about him feels genuine this time.

[navstuffs]

one of the biggest mistakes capcom has ever made was literally not making ada wong bisexual. she deserves a big badass woman at her side, joining her and letting ada do whatever she wants, cause she knows eventually ada will always come back to her. which brings me to the second part of my thought:

"And who is this exactly?"

Leon turns around, startled to watch you come close. He didn't even notice you before, so focused that he was on Ada. You wear a spandex dark suit that shows off all your curves. You don't look too excited to see him, crossing your arms, somewhat bored.

"Leon Kennedy. The one I told you about, from Raccoon City."

"Oh, I see."

You analyze Leon up and down, a smile on your lips. Ada has told you all about him, and you want Leon to know. Leon tries to ignore the small stupid pain in his heart as you approach them, the heels in your boots loud against the floor. He ignores the pain again as Ada seems to gravitate at your side, you two sharing a secret look and smile. It was like seeing a secret side from Ada: Leon had never seen her eyes glow like that or that soft smile on her lips. Like she was in love.

It shouldn't hurt as much, but it did.

"I thought Ada Wong worked alone," Leon's voice has a tiny hint of sourness. Or jealousy. Your smile got bigger, sighing.

"It seems there are many things you don't know about her, Kennedy."

You leave the room before he can answer, too bored with this overall conversation. Ada watches you leave, discreetly looking at your ass.

"Your girlfriend doesn't seem to like me," Ada smiles because she knows exactly what he means about the word girlfriend.

"Well. My girlfriend doesn't react very well to the good guys. See you later, Leon."

Ada smiles one more time before joining you. Leon was a somewhat forgotten thought since Ada met you. You were vibrant, ready to meet her snarky comments, and unafraid to cross the lines. Ada would never admit she fell in love, but she didn't have to. Not to you. You see it in her eyes as soon as she joins you.

"Ready?"

"As ready as I can be."

[tekitothemagpie]

Luis : you're the most jealous man I know

Leon, taking his gun out : you know other men?

Luis : ...

[daniell3c4st]

So excited!!

[cweampier]

no thoughts just leon as my bodyguard

this is so real… he already towers over me menacingly why not tower over others as well if they decide to fw you ?! hehe always shooting jealous glances at people :(( he’s all bark and no bite honestly, i can see him being possessive but i can also see him as being one that doesn’t love you to have some sort of ownership over you. he just loves you bc that’s what his heart wants!!!!!

of course, if someone does mess w you he’ll make quick work of them, oh yeah he will. he’d chuck a guy across the room and hobble back over to you to get some good boy pats for his efficacy, scratching under the chin.. lordddd he’s domesticated. you can’t help but feel lucky!!!!!

[echomimus]

oh frank..

[courtofparrots]

Serennedy ballet AU (this wasn't brought on by watching the Don Quixote ballet what would make you say that)

[lipglossanon]

Hey Pretty, Won’t You Take A Ride With Me?

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stepbro!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, stepcest, feelings are starting to happen 👀, dirty talk, flirting, jealous Leon, kissing, unprotected sex, fingering, creampies, breeding kink, boyfriend/girlfriend role play (it’ll make sense 😂), car sex, semi-public sex, pussy spanking/slapping, squirting, slight cockwarming

So so tired (finally back from vacation!) and wanted to get this out! 😘 so def not proofread 🤣

Title from Hey Pretty by Poe (also a nice remix)

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“What do you mean it’s family bonding?”

“That’s exactly what I meant, family bonding,” your mother sighs, exasperated with you already, “we’re all going out for the day to spend some quality time together.”

You groan, slumping down on yourself from where you sit on top of the kitchen counter. 

“Besides,” your mother ignores your eye rolling, “it’s the company picnic and they want us to bring our families. It’ll be a nice day!”

“But mom—“

“The car’s loaded up, so we’re ready when you are,” Leon’s voice cuts you off. 

You glare over at him and stick out your tongue, “Rude.”

He grins and flips you off, “It’s just my charm, Princess.”

You roll your eyes at him and turn back to your mom who’s finished grabbing her purse, “It’s gonna be so boring; you’re just going to end up schmoozing with your boss anyways.”

“Honey,” your mom sighs again, tugging your arm, “it’s not going to kill you to hang out with your family for the afternoon.”

You slide off the counter with a groan, “Fine.”

You look at Leon who’s staring at your thighs. With a frown you look down and see the tail end of the bruises he left on your skin the other night poking out from the edge of your shorts, making you quickly tug them down before your mom sees it. Leon’s eyes jump up to yours and he smirks. 

“How about this,” she points to Leon, “you two can carpool and after a few hours, I’ll let you leave the picnic early. We got a deal?”

You squint your eyes at Leon who only shrugs. 

“I’m game,” he gives you the fakest smile, “what do you say little sis.”

You purse your lips but slowly nod, “Sounds fine. And you promise we can leave early?”

Your mom laughs and gives you a one armed hug, “Promise, sweetie. Now c’mon we don’t want to be late.”

Leon waits and lets your mom walk out before falling in step with you.

“Aren’t you excited?” He teases you, his hand ghosting across your lower back and ass. 

“Cut it out,” you elbow his ribs. 

“Hurry it up you two!” Your stepdad calls from the front door, jangling his keys in hand. 

“Yeah, Leon,” you exit the front door first, Leon on your heels. 

Your stepdad closes and locks the door then tosses a second set of keys to Leon. 

“Just follow us and drive the speed limit.”

Leon nods, “I know the drill.”

Unlocking the car doors, Leon climbs into the driver’s seat while you get comfortable in the passenger. 

Your parents pull out of the driveway and honk. Leon huffs while rolling his eyes and you snort at his attitude. 

He side eyes you, “Play nice, princess.”

You bat your eyelashes at him, “I am nice.”

It’s his turn to snort, “Sure thing.”

With that, he pulls out onto the road and follows after your parents. 

It’s actually.. nice. The radio is tuned to a variety station and Leon lets you control the temp, blasting AC against the muggy heat outside. 

“Think it’s gonna rain,” you muse out loud.

Leon only hums in agreement, eyes on the road. This gives you the opportunity to take in his thick biceps and forearms. You press your thighs together when he drums his hands on the steering wheel, making his muscles and tendons flex. 

You bite the side of your thumb imagining those arms holding you up, pressing you against a wall and—

“Think there’s going to be a lot of people at this thing?”

Leon’s voice pulls you from your daydreaming. 

Blinking, you look at his side profile and shrug, “There usually is; we’ve been going to these for a few years now.”

“Oh?” he glances over at you, “well what can I expect?”

You sigh and turn your attention back to the window, “Just a bunch of ass kissing and lame family games. Same tired old shit that literally no one cares about.”

He laughs and you look back at him, eyebrows raised. 

“S’just cute is all,” he gives you a soft grin, “you don’t get so fired up all that often.”

“Shut up,” you grumble, fighting down your own smile, “you’ll see what I mean.”

You lapse into a comfortable quiet and before you know it, Leon’s pulling into the packed parking lot. He parks as close to your parents as he can and shuts off the car. You both get out and walk over to the trunk of your mom’s car. 

She comes around the side waving a blanket at you, “You two can grab this and go find a good spot in the shade.”

Leon bundles the blanket in his arms and motions for you to lead the way, “After you.”

Sighing, you guide Leon into the venue and trek over to where you usually setup at this company picnic. 

“Hey!” 

You both turn at the voice. 

You smile, “Oh hey, Steve.”

Steve walks up to you two, a big smile on his face, “Hi! I thought you were bailing this year.”

You roll your eyes, “I tried. Oh Steve, this is Leon. Leon, Steve.”

Steve waves excitedly, “Nice to meet you.”

“Sure,” Leon looks at him, dead eyed expression on his face, “c’mon princess, we gotta setup.”

“Yeah,” you smile at Steve as Leon tugs you away, “well I’m sure I’ll see you around.”

“See ya!” Steve calls out, catching a red haired girls attention and taking off in that direction. 

“So that’s Steve?” Leon grimaces. 

“Yep,” you pop the p on the end, “and if you notice the girl he’s latched onto, you’ll see that that’s Claire.”

His upper lip curls but he only pushes you to keep walking. You stifle a laugh and finish the walk over to the usual spot your family uses— it’s under a big tree on the edge of the venue, perfect for keeping out of the way or interest of anyone. 

As soon as you and Leon spread out the blanket, your mom and stepdad join you carrying a mini cooler filled with drinks. 

Your mom frowns at you, “Same spot as usual? I thought we’d try somewhere different this year.”

You fold your arms, posture stiff, “Nothing wrong with this spot.”

Your mom sighs but doesn’t argue any further. 

You see Leon look over at his dad who only mouths ‘I don’t know’. 

Your mom claps her hands and smiles, “Well, let’s go sign up for some group activities.”

You shrug and drop your hands to the side. Your mom grabs your stepdad’s arm and leads him over to the sign up table. 

“You good?”

You turn to Leon grabbing a water out of the cooler. 

“Yeah,” you wave your hand, “it’s nothing.”

His steady gaze makes you fidget and look down at your feet. 

“My dad and I picked this spot the first time we had to come to these,” you clear your throat, eyes glancing back up at him, “S’all it is.”

“Ah,” Leon’s expression softens. 

“Anyways, yeah, well now we have some dumb games to look forward to,” you rub your arms, “so, uh, might as well go join them.”

“Sure,” Leon drops the water bottle back into the cooler and falls into step with you. 

“So you probably know a lot of people here,” he nudges your arm. 

You groan in annoyance, “Too many. Bet you money that someone at some point is going to come to us and ask ‘oh aren’t you just the cutest! I remember when you were this tall!’,” you bring your hand up and hold it even with your waist. 

“Stop,” Leon shakes his head, “there’s no way someone is actually going to say that phrase.”

You smile cheekily at him, “You’ll see.”

You both meet up with Leon’s dad and watch as your mom finishes signing in with a volunteer. She walks over with little wrist bands in her hand. 

“One for each of you!” she hands them out, blue for your mom and stepdad and green for you and Leon. 

“Great,” you deadpan. 

“Honey—“

“Oh my gosh, I haven’t seen you in ages!! How have you been?”

An older woman cuts your mom off and gives her a quick hug. 

“Good, good!” Your mom practically beams, “how have you been?”

“Good,” the woman laughs and then catches you out of the corner of her eye. 

“Oh my goodness! Aren’t you just the cutest thing!” she grabs your hands in hers, “you’ve grown so much! I remember when you only came up to my waist!” 

You watch Leon cover his mouth, but you can still see the grin on his face. 

“Oh and this must be your boyfriend,” the woman coos, eyes taking in Leon next to you, “my he’s a handsome boy.”

Your eyes cut to Leon who barks out a laugh, red tinging his cheekbones. 

Your mom also starts to laugh, “No, that’s Leon. That’s my new stepson. I guess I should’ve made introductions sooner.”

“Oh my mistake,” the woman blushes and laughs, “oh I see—,” her attention shifts to someone in the distance, “oh! I must go, but it’s so lovely to meet you.”

She jogs off yelling and waving at another picnic attendee. 

“That wasn’t awkward at all,” your stepdad dryly states. 

You laugh so hard you snort and cover your mouth, giggles still sneaking past your palm. You catch Leon’s flushed face and lose it again to a fit of giggles. 

Your mom clears her throat, “Yes well let’s head over to the games area; since there’s four of us, we’ll need to pair off.”

Leon throws his arm over your shoulders, “You’ve got me now, so we’ll definitely win.”

You roll your eyes, “Mmhmm, we’ll see.”

With the arm around your shoulders, he pinches your cheek, “Have faith, little sis.”

“Sure thing, big brother,” you simper, clasping your hands to your chest, “my hero.”

He pinches your cheek again and tugs, eyes dark, “Be nice, Princess.”

“We’ll meet up at our spot after the race,” your mom remarks, shielding her eyes and looking around, “oh there’s my boss! We’ll meet up with you kids later.”

Grabbing her husband’s hand, she rushes off in the opposite direction. 

You elbow Leon in the ribs and he slowly drags his hand across your back to his side. 

“Quit it,” you hiss, feeling flush. 

“C’mon,” Leon links your arm with his, “show me where this thing is at.”

You try to wrangle your arm back, but Leon holds on tight. 

Sighing, you relax in his hold and start to walk to the middle of the venue, “It’s over here.”

The heat from Leon’s side seeps through your T-shirt making butterflies flutter in your stomach. 

“You know you should be a lot nicer to your handsome boyfriend,” Leon’s voice lilts higher on the last two words as he pokes you in the side. 

You squirm and smack his arm, skin tingling, feeling hot all over with embarrassment and giddiness, “Shut. Up.”

To your dismay, he just laughs at you.

“C’mon, Princess,” he leans his head down to whisper in your ear, “gotta be sweet to me or people will think my girlfriend doesn’t like me.”

Your stomach dips in excitement, but you ignore it and nudge Leon in the ribs, “You’re being annoying, Leon.”

He snickers, “Isn’t that what big brothers are for?”

You roll your eyes, “You can’t be both you dork.”

He hums and grin wickedly at you, “Says who, Princess?”

Shivering, your nipples tighten in your bra as you look away, “Says everyone.”

He only shrugs in reply, eyes glittering in the sun.  

“You really think you can win?” you turn your attention back towards him, changing the subject. 

“Of course,” he scoffs, blue eyes roving over your face before making eye contact, “I’m gonna win at whatever it is.”

“You trying to show off?” you tease, squeezing his arm. 

He grins crookedly, “Don’t you wanna see how good your big brother is?”

Your breath hitches and you watch as Leon notices, eyes darkening. 

“You wanna win for me?” you whisper, eyes hooded, warmth pooling in your abdomen. 

“Yeah, wanna show off to my girl, show her how much better I am than anyone else here,” his voice is heated and deep as his heavy gaze takes in your hazy expression. 

“Okay,” your lips part, tongue darting out to wet them, “then win it for me, big brother.”

You feel his body tense next to you. 

“What do I get when I win?”

You tap a finger against your chin, “Hmmm, how about a kiss?”

“Yeah?” His eyes drop to your lips, “I’ll take that deal.”

Your lips curl into a smile, “Then deal.”

Walking up to the starting point of the race, there’s already a huge crowd of people. 

“Greens lining up now,” a man calls through a bullhorn, “greens at the starting line!”

Leon slips his arm out of yours. He runs a thumb across the apple of your cheek. 

“Wait for me at the finish line?”

You smirk at him and hold up your wrist, “But I’m also a green. So looks like you’re gonna have to outrun me if you want to win.”

You laugh at his slack jawed expression. 

“Poor Leon,” you coo, patting his broad chest. 

Someone bumps into you, pushing you further into Leon’s personal space. 

“Ah, sorry,” a rich voice laughs behind you, “a little clumsy.”

You turn and give the surprisingly cute guy a shy smile, “It’s okay, no biggie.”

The guy smiles even wider at you, “I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.”

You laugh softly, “Unfortunately, I’m here every year.”

“It’s the worst isn’t it?” he chuckles, “my dad’s always dragging me to these.”

“For me, it’s my mom,” you roll your eyes, “and it’s the same thing every year which is super lame.”

“Exactly!” He laughs. 

All of a sudden you feel a line of heat down your back as Leon presses his chest against you, arms draped over your shoulders as he rests his chin on your head, “What’re we talking about, sweetheart?”

The guy’s smile drops from his face as his eyes swap nervously from your face up to Leon’s.

He takes half a step back, “Well it was nice meeting you!”

You watch as he turns and darts off further into the crowd. Warmth zings through your body as Leon pulls you even tighter against him. 

“You going to ignore me for some stranger?” His voice gives you goosebumps as he whispers in your ear, “how mean.”

“Leon,” you soften against him, relaxing back in his hold, “I was just being friendly.”

“Uh huh,” he rumbles, “and I’m sure he thought you were just being friendly, too.”

He lets go of you, leaving you feeling dizzy and off balanced.

“Last call for greens to the starting line!” the bullhorn rings out. 

You and Leon line up with the group, shoulders brushing. 

“Good luck, brat,” he pinches your side meanly making you gasp. 

You go to smack his shoulder but the starting gun goes off and everyone makes a mad dash for the finish line. 

Leon bolts out in front of you. 

“Cheater!” You yell at his back. 

He flips you off but keeps running. You jog a few steps but decide it’s a bust. Stepping out of the throng of people, you make your way down to the finish line, but now on the outside of the run. Once down at the finish line, you stand on your tiptoes looking for Leon’s distinctive hair. A pair of arms wrap around your waist and twirl you around. 

You squeal and smack at the forearms wrapped around you. You hear Leon laugh in your ear as he sets you back down. 

“Gotcha, princess.”

“Fuck off,” you shove at his chest even though he doesn’t budge. 

He grins at you, “No can do, you owe me a prize.” 

He dangles a cheap plastic medallion with ‘1st Place’ stamped in wonky lettering in front of your face. 

You laugh, taking the medal from his hand, “No way!”

“Way,” he crowds into your personal space, “so?”

“I guess I have to,” you try to act serious, but the smile won’t leave your face. 

You grab the collar of his shirt and tug him down closer to you while you push up on your tippy toes; you press a soft kiss at the corner of his mouth, lips barely grazing his. 

You settle back on flat feet and let go of his shirt, “Congratulations.”

He slips his fingers through the belt loops of your shorts and yanks you forward; he holds you against him as he licks into your mouth, tongue hot as it slips past your lips. You whine and sag against his broad chest as he practically tongue fucks you in front of all these strangers. 

Pulling away, you gasp in a quick breath, “What’re you doing? What if our parents see?”

Your eyes dart around nervously, but there’s no denying the heat building between your thighs. He smirks down at you, making your belly swoop in excitement. 

He noses along your hairline until his lips press against your ear, “Kissing my little sister, what else? And don’t worry they’re nowhere around, I looked.”

You bite your lip to stop the moan bubbling out of your throat, but Leon doesn’t stop there.

“So funny none of these people know, they just think you could be my cute little girlfriend,” he chuckles, tongue dipping in your ear making you shiver against him, “haven’t got a clue that I’m your big brother.”

You moan at that, softly where only he can hear it. He hums and goes to dip his head down, but jerks back from you like he’s been shocked. 

“It took forever for us to find you!” 

Leon gives his dad a strained smile, “Yeah it’s pretty crowded huh.”

You scrub your hands across your face and turn on shaky legs to face your mom, giving her a quick smile and a wave. 

She nods, “One of our bigger turnouts,” then she sees the glint of yellow in Leon’s hand and gasps excitedly, “did you win?!”

“Oh,” Leon rubs the back of his neck, “uh yeah, I did.”

“He was so good,” you add slyly, grinning at Leon, “right, big brother?”

He rolls his eyes at you, but you see a blush dusting the bridge of his nose. 

“Let’s go eat,” your mom suggests, “I’m starving.”

She links arms with you and starts to talk about the new boss she just met while your stepdad and Leon trail behind, softly conversing with each other. 

Before you know it, the minutes bleed into hours as the afternoon drips by like slowly melting ice cream. Your mom and stepdad leave to go mingle, sticking you and Leon with cleaning up by yourselves. 

Afterwards, sitting on the picnic blanket, you wrap your arms around your legs and prop your chin on your knees. You watch as your mom and stepdad get pulled into yet another conversation with her coworkers.

Leon’s knee bumps into yours, “Stop being so pouty.”

You tilt your head to the side to look at where he’s lounging back on his elbows next to you. 

“I’m not pouting,” you say, although you know you most definitely are. 

“Suuure,” he snarks at you.

You sigh, “It’s just.. well, she drags me to these things every year.”

He raises an eyebrow at you, “Okay?”

“It just sucks. She brings me along and then I’m left here by myself while she talks it up with everyone. It wasn’t so bad when dad—“

You cut yourself off, feeling embarrassed. 

You raise back up into a sitting position and cross your legs, “Never mind.”

He raises up to sit next to you, bumping your shoulders together, “No, c’mon tell me. I wanna hear.”

You pick at the loose thread on your shorts, “Well when dad was here it wasn’t so bad cause we’d goof off and make it fun. We’d pick out people and invent some silly job for them or what ludicrous name they could have. It just—“

You trail off feeling tears prick your eyes. 

“It didn’t suck,” he murmurs, reaching out and holding your hand, “sorry for bringing it up.”

You huff a small laugh, “No, it’s— you didn’t do anything. I just hate being here. Last year it was just us two, so essentially just me.”

Glancing around and noticing no one’s even near you two, Leon squeezes your hand. 

“Hey,” he noses your hairline and presses a kiss on your ear then your cheek, “I’m here, okay?”

“I know,” you give him a shy smile paired with watery eyes, “you’ve actually made today a lot of fun, so thank you.”

“Any time,” he presses a quick kiss on your mouth before pulling away. 

Your wide eyes look around as you whisper, “Leon!”

“What?” He grins, “it’s just us.”

“This time!” You whisper loudly, “you can’t just keep kissing me in public, especiallywhen our parents are nearby!”

“So you’re saying I can kiss you in public when they’re not?” His grin widens.

You gaze at him, mouth parted in disbelief, “You—“

“Kids!” your mom calls out cheerily, waving as she walks up. 

You turn to face her, Leon slipping his hand out of yours. 

“It’s starting to get late and some of us are going to stick around to help clean up,” she smiles at you two, “so you can head on home.”

You notice that the sun has started to set. Dark looking storm clouds are rolling in over the horizon. 

“Oh, I didn’t realize it was that late,” you stand up and brush off your shorts. 

Your mom pulls you in for a quick hug, “Thank you for staying today. It means a lot.”

You shrug awkwardly, “No problem, mom.”

She lets go of you and turns a stern gaze to Leon who’s now standing next to you, “Drive safe, young man.”

He gives her a mock salute, “Will do, ma’am.”

She smiles at him and pats his cheek, “Okay, I’ll see you guys at home.”

And with that, your mom spins around and walks off to re join her husband. 

“You ready then?” 

You glance up at Leon, “More than.”

On the drive home, the storm clouds finally break and heavy rain comes pelting down. The windshield wipers seem to be working double time, but it still makes it hard for Leon to see the road. 

“About a half hour away,” Leon nods to the GPS, “I’m gonna pull over into this park until it lets up some.”

“Okay,” you easily agree with a shrug, “you’re driving.”

He pulls into the empty lot; the small park has an even smaller parking lot to match. Leon shuts the car off and the sound of rain drumming against the roof lends itself to a soothing atmosphere. 

“I love the rain,” you sigh, gazing out the window. 

“Mm it’s nice,” Leon hums. 

He looks over at you until you finally catch his gaze. 

He grins lazily at you, “C’mere.”

You smile confusedly, “What?”

He pats his lap, “Come sit.”

A rush of heat shoots through your body. You carefully shift until you can climb over the center console and onto Leon’s lap. Your back brushes against the steering wheel and your legs are folded on either side of his bulky thighs.

His warm hands settle on your hips, gripping them to pull you snug up against his chest. 

“There we go,” his whisper falls into the space between your lips. 

Feeling shy, you tuck your face into his neck. 

“Thank you for today, for being nicer than usual,” you press a soft kiss into his skin. 

“It’s no problem,” he pokes your side making you gasp and sit up.  

“Still,” you run your hands through his hair, “thank you, Leon.”

He groans and leans his head back against the headrest. You scratch along his scalp and his eyes slip shut. 

“Mmm gonna have to be nicer if this is what it gets me,” he sighs out. 

You laugh softly and continue to run your hands through his hair. A comfortable silence only broken by the sound of rain fills the quiet. Thunder rolls in the distance and the rain starts to come down even harder. 

Leon’s voice rumbles in his chest, “You ever made out in a car, Princess?” 

Flustered, you bring your hands down to drape around his neck, “No.”

“Good,” he smirks, “I like being your first for things.”

“Leon,” you squirm in embarrassment. 

He holds your hips still, “Behave. You keep moving like that and it’s gonna be more than making out.”

“Yeah,” your eyes drop to his lips, “is that a promise big brother?”

His lips thin, a mean look coming over his face, “Don’t be a brat.”

You lick your lips and smile sweetly at him. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it, big brother.”

His hand comes up to your jaw and he brings your mouths together in a messy kiss. 

“Such a fucking tease,” he groans into your mouth. 

“Leon,” you mewl. 

He fucks his tongue in and out of your mouth, spit dripping down your chin making your cunt throb as you squirm and rock in his lap. His hands help your hips pick up a rhythm that has you panting and moaning in your kisses.

“So sweet,” he pulls away, a string of saliva connecting your lips. 

He rubs his thumb over your bottom lip, breaking the strand and smearing spit all over your mouth, “Sweet little sister.”

Your eyes flutter as slick fills your panties, making the slow grind on your clit wet and slippery. 

“Leon,” you whimper, lips brushing against his, “my panties are sticking to me.”

“Fuck, really?” he bites your bottom lip harshly, sucking on it before letting go with a small pop, “big brother making your little pussy cry, princess?”

“Uh huh,” you grab one of his hands and guide it to slip under the leg of your shorts. 

His fingers stroke your clit on the outside of your soaked panties. 

“Shit,” he hisses, fingers feeling around the flimsy fabric barely covering your aching cunt. 

“So wet,” he presses his face into your neck, groaning, “haven’t even touched you yet and you’re fucking dripping.”

Your hand dips between your bodies to roughly stroke him through his jeans. You feel his cock kick and throb against the palm of your hand. 

“Get in the backseat, baby,” he pulls his hand away from your wet heat and smacks your ass. 

Leon’s dark eyes watch you clamber over the console and into the backseat. He follows you immediately and maneuvers you both until he’s seated against the door with you straddling his lap. The windows in the front are completely fogged while the ones in the backseat slowly catch up. 

“God, been wanting you all day princess,” he pulls you into a heated kiss, “driving me crazy in these fucking shorts.”

“Yeah?” you whimper into his mouth. 

“Mmm, yeah could see the bruises I left on your thighs reminding me of how sweet your hot little cunt tastes,” he licks into your panting mouth, lips slick with spit, “couldn’t even touch you how I wanted.”

“Leon!” you roll your hips down onto the outline of his hard cock, “how’d you want to touch me?”

He hisses, “Like I’m doing right now, Princess. Random assholes staring at you, couldn’t even show’em what’s mine.”

He growls and bucks his hips up, pressing just right against your clit. He kisses the moan out of your mouth. 

“M yours, Leon,” you whine when he pulls his mouth away to nip and suck at your neck. 

“Yeah you are,” he sucks a bruise into your neck, “my pretty little sister, right?”

You claw at his shoulders, pressing your throat harder into his teeth, “Yeah, yeah, ‘m your little sister, no one else’s.”

“Fuck,” he moans, a raspy growl that goes straight to your throbbing cunt, “mmm or maybe you’re my sweet little girlfriend that I’m going to fuck in the backseat, huh?”

“Leon!” you keen, grinding down even  harder on the outline of his cock, clit throbbingin your panties, “want that, want it so much.”

He groans, tongue slipping into your mouth, “Gonna fuck my girlfriend’s pretty pussy til she’s creaming my cock, right?”

You nod your head quickly, “Yes, yes, please.”

“Show me your tits, baby. Wanna suck on those nipples and get this pussy nice and wet,” he pulls away, blown pupils holding your gaze. 

“Leon,” you gasp, yanking your shirt up over your head. 

Before you can undo your bra, he tugs the cups down until your breasts are spilling out, nipples tightening under his gaze. 

“Damn,” he whispers, “so fucking hot.”

He grabs your hips to slowly grind his dick into the damp heat of your pussy. His mouth latches onto a nipple and he eagerly suckles the hard bud. 

“Sensitive,” you mewl, hands moving from his shoulders to tangle in his hair. 

He ignores you and continues to suckle and teasingly bite your hard bud before switching to the other one. He continues to drift back and forth, teasing and sucking your nipples until they’re sore and puffy. His eyes slip closed with a moan when you tug his hair harder. 

“Big brother,” you whine, “you’re sucking too hard.”

He growls but pulls back from your chest, “So spoiled.”

You pout and press your hips down harder making him moan, “But you like spoiling me.”

“Yeah I do, little brat,” he shifts to pull his own shirt off and drop it on the floorboard. 

You whimper and drag your hands from his shoulders, down his broad chest, to his abs. 

“You’re so hot, Leon,” you pant, nails scratching his skin making his abs flex, “you make me so wet.”

“Can’t just say that shit,” he grits out, grabbing your hands in his, eyes dark and hungry. 

“But it’s true,” you whisper biting your lip, eyes big. 

He reaches between you and thumbs open the button on his jeans. 

“Take those fucking shorts off before I do,” his voice rasps, helping you raise your hips. 

As soon as the material of your shorts and panties are shoved down your thighs, he presses two fingers into your soaking wet pussy. 

“God damn, baby,” he watches as slick drips down his wrist, “you’re so wet for me.”

“Need you,” you whimper, “please.”

“I got you,” he tugs his own jeans and underwear down; his hard dick bounces up against your thigh smearing a sticky trail of precum. 

“Easy, baby,” he grabs the base of his cock and slaps your pussy, “ready to sit on my dick?”

“Yeah,” you pant, lifting yourself up so he can glide the head of his cock against your swollen clit to dip inside your slick hole. 

“Please, Leon.”

“Please, what?”

You whine, “Please big brother, want you to put it in.”

He chuckles meanly, “Put what in Princess?”

Your pussy clenches around nothing, slick dripping down onto Leon’s cock just teasing at your hole. 

“Please, big brother I need your cock in my pussy,” you whimper, hands scratching at his chest, “want you in my needy princess pussy.”

“Fuck, you play dirty, sweetheart,” he groans sinking the first couple of inches into your wet heat, “can’t say no to that now can I.”

He grabs your hips stilling your movement; he’s only halfway in your pussy and it’s making you desperate.  

“Leon,” your eyes water, “please, please I need it. Feel so empty,” whimpering, you drag your lips across his jaw, “don’t you wanna fuck your girlfriend’s wet pussy?”

“Fuck,” he hisses, slowly easing you down, his cock sliding deeper but still not bottoming out.

“Gotta savor this one princess, s’gonna be a slow fuck for your little cunt.”

Your thighs spasm as you hiccup a moan, tears filling your eyes. 

“But Leon—“

“Uh uh,” he clicks his tongue, eyes dark and mean, “big brother knows what’s best.”

Your cunt flutters around his cock making you both moan. Even though he’s only teasing the first few inches of his cock in and out of your pussy, it sounds wet and dirty. 

“Fuck me,” he huffs a laugh, “you’re leaking so much it’s dripping down my balls. You’re gonna get the family car all dirty, baby.”

Your back arches as you press your body weight down; you feel Leon sink further into your cunt before his hands grip your hips like a vice. 

“What did I say? Do I need to spank your slutty cunt? To make sure you’re listening to me?”

You whimper, “M-maybe.”

“Oh?” he grins, “do I need to spank that needy pussy and show her who’s in charge?”

Your eyes slip shut as you nod, “Yeah, yeah, big brother needs to spank my pussy.”

He growls and pulls you up off of his cock; you whine and writhe your hips but he sets you back down in his lap, pussy lips sandwiching his dick. 

A faint buzzing comes from Leon’s phone tucked into the center console. 

You rock your hips forward and shiver as your clit rubs against his cock in a slippery drag of friction.

“None of that,” he smacks your thigh, pulling your dazed expression up to meet his heated gaze, “you ready?”

“Yes,” you grab his hand and push it against your soaked cunt, “spank my princess pussy; she needs big brother to really give it to her.”

“Fuck,” he bites out, “fucking slut.”

He cups the wet heat of your pussy then brings his hand back and smacks upward, covering your mound and swollen clit with his palm. 

You whine high in your throat, hands reaching behind you to hold onto his thighs for purchase. 

“That’s it,” he murmurs, “be good and let me spank you.”

“Uh huh,” you lean back onto your hands, arching your hips to put your pussy more on display, “need my boyfriend to really give my naughty pussy a spanking.”

“God damn,” he clenches his eyes shut a moment, then looks back down at your puffy clit and drippy cunt. 

“Got a slutty fucking girlfriend don’t I,” his voice rasps, smacking your pussy again and again and again, “or should I say slutty little sister, just letting her brother play with her pussy whenever he wants.”

The sharp stings fade into a low heat with every slap, making your clit throb and hole clench on nothing. Your hips jump up into each slap, thighs trembling. 

“Hold still,” his voice darkens, “and let me spank your slutty cunt.”

“‘M not slutty,” you gasp out, “m just needy.”

“Is that right?” he mocks, dragging his middle and index finger through your slick before circling your sore clit. 

“I guess it can’t be helped,” he sighs, fingers dipping into your hole, “big brother will have to fill up this wet and sloppy cunt.”

“Please,” you arch down onto his fingers, “Leon, big brother, I need it.”

He pulls his fingers away and lines his cock up with your wet clenching hole. He presses in with a low groan as you rock your hips down until he bottoms out completely. You wince at how deep he is inside of you; the fat tip pressing against your cervix making you rock forward, enjoying the ache deep in your cunt. 

“So deep,” you pant, nails digging into his forearms, “hurts.”

“It does?” He coos all fake sympathy, “guess I should pull out then.”

“Nooo,” you clench down tightly. 

“No?” he grinds his cock upward making your eyes roll back from the pain blooming into pleasure as your hips jump. 

“If it’s too deep I need to pull out,” he kisses your cheek, “don’t want to hurt my sweetbaby sister.”

You whimper as he slips back just a little and then presses hard into your fluttering walls. His tip kisses the opening of your cervix making you squeal in pain, but he holds your hips down making you take it. His thumb moves to brush against your clit in soft, teasing circles. 

“Hurts, princess?” he licks the tears dripping down your face, “is it too much? Does your boyfriend’s cock stretch you out too far?”

Nonsensical sounds come from your lips, tongue lying heavy and useless in your mouth. He keeps grinding too deep and touching your clit with delicate fingers, making wires cross in your brain until you feel nothing but white hot pleasure overtaking your body. 

“Are you fucking cumming?” he whispers in awe, feeling your walls milk his cock as slick drips out of your spasming hole. 

“Fucking hell,” he slowly eases you back, his cock still inside your pussy just not as deep as before. 

“Leon,” you slur, eyes hazy, “s’good.”

He laughs, “Sure seems like it, baby. Want to just sit on my dick, keep me nice and warm for awhile? Til you’re ready to go again?”

You hum a sound of agreement, “Sounds nice.”

He groans, “Yeah it does.”

He helps you shift your hips so his cock isn’t pressing into you too deeply and he brings your mouth in for a sloppy kiss. 

“Love kissing you,” he coaxes you to open your mouth wider, “always so eager.”

You feel giggly and warm, “Love kissing you too, Leon.”

He sighs in your mouth, tongues slowly sliding together between your lips. His kisses turn slower, sweeter— tongue licking into your mouth, tasting you as deep as possible. You feel his cock kick and throb in your sensitive cunt. Shifting, you press yourself down a little more firmly, pussy walls gripping his cock tightly. 

A faint buzzing comes from the floorboard where your shorts were tossed. Leon pulls you further into his chest, rolling his hips up into your soaked pussy. Buzzing happens again but this time from the center console; you both ignore it as Leon presses the fat tip of his dick and grinds along the spongy spot in your cunt that drives you crazy. 

He pulls away from your sloppy kissing, pupils so big his eyes look black. Both phones are now buzzing with calls. 

“s’that the spot, sweetheart?” He grinds his dick deeper in your squelching cunt. 

“Leon,” you keen, hands tugging his hair, “it’s so good, you feel so good inside me.”

He growls, hips thrusting up into you harder, faster. 

“God, princess, got the best fucking pussy,” he bites your jaw, “little cunt made for my cock.”

His fingers tease across your wet, swollen clit. 

“Yeah, yeah, please,” you pull your hips and drop them back down, “so good, big brother.”

He presses the back of his head against the car door’s fogged up window, eyes hooded as he watches you bounce on his dick. He keeps his fingers on your clit, stroking and pinching, making you buck your hips into the feeling. 

He watches as a frown forms on your brows, your hips slowing down. 

“Leon,” embarrassment colors your voice, “we have to stop, I-I gotta pee.”

He grins wolfishly, “You ever squirted before, sweetheart?”

“N-no,” you frown, hands pressing against his abs trying to slow his thrusts up into your dripping pussy but he keeps hammering up into you, “s-stop or I’m gonna—“

“S’fine,” he soothes, grinding his dick in the same spot, “want you to squirt on my dick, baby.”

“I c-can’t,” your lip quivers, tears pricking your eyes. 

“Sure you can, Princess,” his fingers rub your clit more firmly, “c’mon want you to soak the backseats.”

He grins wickedly, “Our parents will never have t’know.”

Another harsh grind against the spongy spot in your cunt has you locking up, your back arching as your orgasm overtakes your body. 

“Leon!” a gasping wail leaves you as you feel slick gush from your pussy, soaking your thighs and Leon. 

“Fuck, fuck!” Leon grabs your hips and holds you flush with him as he cums inside your still clenching pussy. 

You feel the heat as rope after rope of sticky cum fills your spasming cunt. Slowly, you settle back on Leon’s thighs, his dick plugging up your cunt keeping most of his cum inside. 

His hands are still gripping your hips tightly, making your walls pulse, softly milking him still. 

“Oh,” you exhale, and pull your nails away from where you dug them into his chest, leaving nine bloody crescents to frame his pecs. 

“S’okay, sweetheart,” he grins at you, all sweetness and soft eyes, “got nothing to complain about.”

“Ah,” you squirm feeling embarrassed, “that was..”

“Hot,” he rubs his thumb over the apple of your cheek, “gonna need a repeat, princess. See if next time I can get you to squirt on my fingers.”

“Leon,” you pout, body feeling hot. 

A loud consistent buzz breaks through the fog in your brain. 

“That’s been going off for awhile now,” you bite your lip. 

Leon raises up, wrapping his arms around your back to keep you seated on his cock. He leans up further and fumbles around the center console til he pulls back holding his phone. 

He accepts the call and puts it on speakerphone, “Hey Pops.” 

“Where the hell are you?! Are you okay?”

Leon ducks his head, even though his dad can’t see it, “Uh yeah, the roads got bad so we pulled over. Sorry my phone was on silent so I didn’t realize you were calling.”

A pause from his dad before he sighs, “Well as long as you’re okay. Just next time let someone know, okay?”

“Will do, Pops. Sorry to worry you.”

“Let’s try not to do it again, son,” his dad chuckles, “drive safe.”

“I will.” 

And with that the call ends, basking you two in silence except for the light drizzle of rain hitting the car. 

Leon jostles you again making you gasp as his half hard cock slips out a few inches. 

“Shit,” he hisses, “let me—“

He grabs his t-shirt off the floorboard and slips it underneath you as he pulls completely out. You whimper as his cum drips from your sore cunt. 

“Sexy,” he murmurs eyes going dark again, running his fingers through your slick folds to tease at your hole. 

“Leon,” you whisper, grabbing his wrist, “shouldn’t we go home before we worry them more?”

With his free hand, he easily moves your hand from his wrist and slots your fingers together. His other fingers dip into your cum filled hole but don’t go any further. 

He brings up the hand he’s holding and kisses your knuckles, “One more round couldn’t hurt, princess.”

A beam of headlights cross the car’s interior as another vehicle pulls into the parking lot. 

You squeak and duck your face down into Leon’s neck, who chuckles and pulls you down to lay on top of him in the backseat. 

“What’re we going to do?” You whisper scream at him, tilting your head up, eyes wide and anxious. 

He gives a half hearted shrug underneath you and spreads your legs further to slide his cock between your thighs. You feel it stiffening against you cunt, dragging cum and slick all over your pussy lips.

“About to fill you up again, baby,” he kisses your ear, “gotta keep quiet though, don’t want them hearing you getting your little princess pussy fucked by your big brother.”

You whine, hips grinding down on his dick. 

“They wouldn’t even know,” you whisper hotly, “like you said earlier, probably just think I’m your girlfriend.”

“Mmm they might when I make you scream big brother over and over again,” he laughs meanly, pinching your ass making you buck into his hips. 

He pulls one of your legs up higher and slips his cock into your pussy; it’s an easy slide for his fat cock at this point, bottoming out quickly. 

You whine into his shoulder, eyes fluttering from feeling sore and used. 

“There we go,” he coos mockingly, “just let me fill up that slutty little pussy, right baby sis?”

“Uh huh,” you drool into his skin, teeth nipping to muffle any sounds you’re making, “fill me up so good.”

He’s slowly grinding his cock in you, pelvic bone catching your clit with every circle of his hips. Your pussy is so sensitive, you feel yourself edging closer and closer to an orgasm. 

“Leon,” you sigh, cunt milking his cock as he slowly fucks in and out of your pussy, “you feel so good.”

He laughs at you, “Mmm I know, your tight hot pussy hasn’t let go of me since I slipped my dick in.”

You whine, walls fluttering at his words, “Can’t help it. You’re too big.”

He grips your ass in both hands, squeezing til the fat dimples between his fingers, “Nah you just got a little pussy. A cute little pussy that matches my cute little sister.”

You lay against him, mouthing at his shoulder and moaning as he keeps sliding in and out of your clenching hole. Slick is dripping out of your cunt and all over his cock, sliding down to coat his balls and thighs. 

“This is the juiciest fucking pussy,” he growls in your ear, cunt squelching on every slow push and pull of his dick inside you, “do you hear how wet you are? God so fucking hot.”

“Mmm,” you slur, eyes lidded, “so stretched out, big brother.”

He groans, hips humping up into you for a few thrusts before he slows down again. 

 “Leon,” you whisper against his shoulder, “m gonna cum.”

“So soon?” his voice is low and deep, making goosebumps raise across your skin, “feeling that good, Princess?”

“Yeah,” you mewl.

“Say who’s making you feel so good, baby,” he growls, smacking your ass. 

You roll your hips down harder at the sting and pant, “Big brother. Big brother fucks my little pussy so good.”

“Again.”

Your drooling, eyes dazed as you moan, “Big brother makes my little Princess pussy feel so good.”

“Good girl,” he condescends, “that’s right, no one fucks this pussy as good as me. In fact no one better fuck this pussy except me, right?”

“Uh huh, no one,” you shudder, “all yours.”

“That’s right. My little sister’s pussy is all mine,” he grunts, rocking you together faster, “gonna cum in you again, keep your little pussy full.”

“Need it,” your nails dig into his biceps, “fill me up, big brother.”

“Yeah, you love me breeding this cute pussy,” he grinds up into your clenching heat, “girlfriend’s got the neediest fucking cunt.”

A high reedy cry leaves your throat, pussy walls eagerly pulsing around his dick, “Yeah, yeah I do. Big brother!”

His hands come down to squeeze your ass, the fat dimpling between his fingers. He fucks into your pussy with short deep thrusts. 

“Mm cumming,” your toes curl with the mounting pleasure ramping up in your body, “Le—“

You muffle your scream by biting down into Leon’s shoulder hard. Your orgasm makes the muscles in your thighs jump, hips humping down on Leon’s cock. Distantly, you feel him press up into your pussy and fill you with hot, sticky cum all over again. 

Dizzy, you slump down onto Leon’s heaving chest. 

You feel him run his hands up your back to pet through your hair. You nuzzle further into his chest with a hum.

“S’nice,” you whisper into his skin. 

“Mmm,” he pets down your side before dragging fingertips across your hips, “think you’re gonna bruise, sweetheart.”

You push yourself up from his chest, eyes looking out the windows; seeing the other car is gone, you raise completely up. 

“You will too,” you point out, fingers skating across the spots you bit and crescent marks from your nails. 

He smirks, “Gonna get a lot of guys asking me who I fucked so good.”

“Leon,” you smack his arm, “so mean.”

He chuckles and smooths his hands down your thighs, “Yeah but you like it.”

Shyly your gaze drops to his mouth, “Yeah, I do.”

“As much as I’d love to keep you here all night, we probably should head back home,” he pats your hips.

Grabbing his shirt from before he slips it between your bodies. 

“Up, princess,” he helps you raise your hips and presses his shirt against your puffy cunt. 

“I’ll never get tired of that,” he groans, shifting his gaze from your leaking pussy  back up to your face, “need you to get dressed before I change my mind.”

Feeling a swirl of emotions, elated-aroused-fond, you nod your head and grab your panties and shorts. You slip them on after wiping down as well as you can.

You frown at the shirt in your hand, and look at Leon who’s got his jeans back on and scratching at his head with a yawn. 

“What shirt are you gonna wear?”

He shrugs, “I’ll just say it got wet and I didn’t want the seat to get wet so I took it off.”

“Oh,” you fold it inside out, keeping the mess hidden, “well hopefully that works.”

Leon helps you climb back into the passenger seat; he follows and slides into the driver’s side. Cranking the car, he cuts on the defrost to help with the fogged up windows. 

You two sit in a comfortable silence and watch the rain mist against the windshield. 

“I had fun today,” you whisper, a secret just between you two. 

He grabs your hand and kisses the back, “I did too.”

[unhealthy-leon-brainrot]

i would like to thank every single leon x reader fic writer who has written about reader being generally insecure about their self and their worth in the relationship 💐😭

(if you’ve written one, please reblog with a link to your fic!! i promise you ill read it and hype it up !!!!! i seriously love supporting the leon kennedy nation!!! 💞)